#babysitter!reader

[stanart4clearskin]

DILF!ART DONALDSON X BABYSITTER!READER

before the two of you started “seeing” each other, your entire relationship was based off of stolen glances whenever lily wasn't paying attention or lingering touches whenever the two of you would brush past each other. you guys never explicitly talked about your situation, but just through gut instinct alone, you could tell there was something. it felt like there was a physical weight crushing both of your lungs whenever the two of you were in a room together. 

you never wanted to explore the possibility of being with art because you cared for lily too much. art, on the other hand, was 32 years old, divorced, and lonely. you were so pretty and kind, and he wanted you to an amount that made him feel like he was a lovesick teenager again. whenever you weren't paying attention, art would study you as if you were mona lisa herself. his eyes would trace over the soft curves of your décolletage and he would imagine what it would be like to run his hands and mouth over that skin. sometimes he felt like such a creep for even thinking these thoughts about you, but he just couldn't help it. you were stunning. 

the first time you and art slipped past the line of babysitter and boss is when art forgot to tell you that lily and tashi had taken a road trip for the weekend. you had shown up for work excited to see lily only to be greeted by a confused—and slightly hungover—art. nevertheless, he invited you in because he wasn’t going to send you away after you had driven nearly 45 minutes to get there. 

art yawned, "sorry i forgot to tell you that lily's with tashi for the weekend. it completely slipped my mind," he apologized, shooting you a sheepish smile. 

"it's really fine, mr. donaldson. we all make mistakes." you reassured him for the fifth time in two minutes. you could tell he felt guilty that you drove all the way over for nothing, but you didn't mind getting to see art. 

he chuckled, "you know you can call me art, right? i actually prefer it." you watched as he rummaged through the fridge for something for you to eat because he typically made you lunch and dinner when you watched lily. for months after his divorce, art had gone into a food craze. he finally allowed himself to eat everything that he couldn't while he had been playing tennis, but now that that phase was over, art's fridge was barren. 

he shut the fridge and turned back to you. he said nothing for a moment, simply just looked at you. you could never tell what was going on in his mind and sometimes you wished that he’d tell you exactly what he was thinking. 

“do you want to go out to eat?” he asked, fidgeting with the strings of his sweatpants. your eyes immediately went to the sweats, and you were suddenly very glad that lily wasn’t home. 

art had noticed that you barely even registered his question and smirked to himself. as much as he desperately wanted to drag you upstairs to his room at that moment, he knew it wasn’t the right time yet. “so lunch?” he asked again, taking a few steps towards you. 

your eyes instantly flicked back up to his and he could see the way your breath hitched in your throat. he raised an eyebrow, still waiting for an answer, and your cheeks went pink. “lunch sounds good.” you nearly stuttered, suddenly finding the space just to the left of art incredibly fascinating. 

by the time you both had come back from lunch, the tension was unbearable. your skin felt like it was burning up and you knew that if art looked at you one more time, you would jump him. when you raised your eyes to find him staring right at you, you couldn’t help it. your feet had a mind of their own and suddenly you found yourself standing a foot away from art. neither of you said anything for a moment and just stared into each other’s eyes. he tentatively lifted a hand as if he wanted to touch you but immediately put it back down. 

art looked at you for any confirmation that he could touch you and when you nodded, he nearly lost it. his large hands wrapped around your waist, gently pulling you closer to him. instantly, his head ducked down so that he could place soft kisses along your neck. he let out a sound that was a mix of a whimper and a groan and you had never been so aroused. your hands ran through art’s short locks as he continued his assault on your neck. you knew he was going to leave a mark but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. all you cared about was his mouth and hands on you. 

in less than 15 minutes, art had dragged you upstairs to his bedroom and was kneeling in between your thighs. art felt like he had died and gone to heaven because everything about you was perfect. the way you tugged on his hair when his tongue lapped at you like it was his life’s mission, the way you whimpered as he drew you towards your release. 

ever since that night, the two of you danced around each other. you found yourself leaving the room whenever art entered and he started making up excuses for why he couldn’t join you and lily at the park. you didn’t avoid art because you regretted that night. you avoided him because you couldn’t function around him. even the sight of him made your hands go clammy and your breathing got heavier. being around him for prolonged periods of time made you feel dizzy and your mind wandered back to that fateful night. art avoided you because he knew that if lily wasn’t around, he wouldn’t hesitate to try and get you on your back again. 

for weeks the two of you pretended like everything was fine until art finally had enough. he couldn’t just act like that night hadn’t been one of the best nights of his life. he couldn’t keep acting like he was just the dad of the girl you babysit. when lily was asleep in bed and you were about to leave, he gently grabbed your wrist and gave you that look that he knew you couldn’t resist. 

his bright blue eyes stared at you and he had a small pout that graced his lips. you both knew that art was far too old to be pouting like a child, but god, it was hard to resist a man who looked at you like you were the answer to all your issues. you let him lead you upstairs and into his bed, silently accepting the fact that you’d be staying the night. 

after that, art started to be slightly more affectionate with you in front of lily to gauge her reaction. he’d casually throw an arm around your shoulder as the three of you watched a movie or—if he was feeling especially bold—he’d kiss your forehead while he hugged you goodbye. much to both of your surprises, lily said nothing about his affection towards you. she took note of it and went about her day. 

slowly but surely you started to leave a trace in art’s home. he’d find your sweater in his bedroom or your hair ties in the bathroom. every time he saw your things lying around, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. it felt so natural for your presence to linger, so by the time you’d been seeing art for a year, he asked you to move in with him and lily. you couldn't help but feel hesitant at the offer because lily was just a young girl whose parents had divorced. you didn’t want to shake up her family even more than it already had been, but art reassured you. he’d never kick you out of the house even if things went south between the two of you. 

that’s how you found yourself living with art and lily. things were a bit awkward at first, art hadn’t lived with anyone besides his daughter for ages, but gradually you guys fell into a routine. you’d wake up before art and prepare some breakfast for the three of you. afterwards you’d wake lily up and help her get ready for school. then you’d finish making breakfast and by that time art would be awake and joining you both at the dining room table. on weekends tashi and patrick would come over and you would all have dinner together. patrick would always tease art about being with someone who was a little more than a decade younger than him, to which art would remind patrick that he was homeless for nearly a year to which the brunette would scowl but shut up. 

[gothghostiie]

something something babysitter!reader, price calling you to pick you up earlier because his shitty ex wife made sure he has the wrong time for the court hearing, you rush over to his house. hes incredibly thankful while horribly stressed, quickly tying his tie around his neck while on the way to the door. you, being the sweet thing you are, follow him around to help, baby on your hip, keys in the other. he takes them while you're standing in the doorframe and without thinking; call it force of habit; he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth before speeding off.

[writtenbyan-aries]

OMG COLBY CONTENT IN THE WORKS YIPEE WOOHOO!!😝😝>.<

Cravings Between Us | Colby Brock

Summary: Reader is a babysitter for the Brock’s

Warnings: SMUT18+, CHEATING, dad!Colby, married!Colby, flirting, slight arguing, kissing, hair pulling, oral (f rec), choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink?, creampie, filth

Word Count: 6.2k | unedited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

I was feel’ pretty spicy when I wrote this so - enjoy!

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When you got asked to babysit for your neighbors for a night, you had no idea that it would become your full time job.

Most of the time it’s wake up at six, head over to their house by seven, get back home around four when Vanessa, Colby’s wife, got home and you gave her the rundown of what happened throughout the day.

Sometimes it’s earlier, sometimes it’s later, but you never have any issue with it. They paid you good and you loved their kids.

Vanessa was usually the one who you dealt with, if Colby was home from work trips, he had the kids, so you weren’t needed, which wasn’t often, honestly.

You were partly glad you never really had to deal with Colby, not because he was an asshole or anything, but mainly because he was hot, and he knew it.

Every time he was around, you had to force yourself not to look at him for too long. Part of you felt like he strutted himself around on purpose because, again, he knew he was hot.

You were neighbors, the houses were kind of close, so if he walked into his room shirtless with the curtains open, which he may or may not have done a few times before, you got a full picture.

When he would catch you looking, he didn’t close the curtains, no. He would give you a little smirk, shake his head and put a shirt on before leaving the room.

He always made you nervous, but in such a weirdly good, we shouldn’t be doing this kind of way, which oddly fueled the fire and felt.. good.

It was only a one sided awkwardness when you first started babysitting, but now you’ve hacked the code to masking your feelings for the husband who lives next door, and no one seems to suspect a thing.

Or, at least, you thought.

“Thank you so much for coming over this early, y/n,” Vanessa says as she closes the door behind you, “I’m running late, the kids are starting to wake up, and I didn’t pack my damn suitcase.”

“Whoa. Hey.” You laugh slightly, “Take a breath, okay? You just go up and pack, I’ll get the kids.”

She grabs your arms, “You’re a saint.” She shakes her head, “Thank you!”

You nod as she walks away, turning around to see oldest one walking down the steps, “Y/n!” He yells running over to you.

“Oh hello my little love!” You bend down, swooping him up from the ground in a hug, “Did you have a good sleep, huh?”

“Yes!” Caden squeals, “Can we go to the park today?”

“We sure can! I hear they added a new slide, so we’ll definitely have to go check that out today!” You set him down, “Are you hungry? I can get you some breakfast, I’m sure your sister is going to be up soon.”

“Cereal please!”

“Coming right up!” You walk him over to the table before going and getting his breakfast. As soon as you set the bowl down in front of him, you hear Vera’s cries coming from upstairs, “Oh, I’ll be right back!”

You job up the steps, “I got it! I got it!” You go into the baby’s room, scooping her up from the crib, “Good morning, sunshine!”

You give her cheeks a few kisses, “Let’s get you changed, okay?”

You take her over to the changing table, smiling down at her as you work to change her. Once done, you pick her up and return downstairs.

As you’re feeding her, Vanessa comes running down the steps, suitcase hitting the steps behind her, “I should be back tomorrow, but I talked to Colby on the phone last night, and he said that he’ll be back later today, so we won’t need you tomorrow unless he decides to fucking leave again.”

She looks at Caden and covers her mouth, “Oops. Sorry, baby.”

“Mommy. We don’t say the f word!” Caden corrects her and she nods, waking over to him, “Well, sometimes you just need to.” She presses a kiss to his head, “I love you. Be good for y/n.”

“I will, mom. I love you, too.” He laughs and goes back to eating.

Vanessa comes over, leaning down to kiss her head, “I love you. Be good.” She looks at you and sighs, “Thank you, again, y/n. I’ll be sure to send you money, or just have Colby do it when he gets home today.”

“I’ll just talk to Colby when he gets home. You worry about catching your flight.”

“Seriously. You’re the best babysitter ever.” She laughs, “I’ll see you later.”

You watch as she leaves before turning to Caden, “All done?” He nods and you nod, “Perfect. Why don’t you go up and change out of your pajamas while I clean up Vera and then we can watch some cartoons before going to the park?”

“Yes!” He cheers as he runs towards the steps, “Cartoons! Cartoons! Cartoons!”

You laugh, shaking your head as you look back at the baby in front of you, “Are you all done?” She giggles and kicks her feet, clapping her hands as you tap your fingers on the tray, “Are you all done!?”

You laugh as you take the tray off, unbuckling her to take her out. You walk back upstairs and take her into her room to change her.

After a few hours of just hanging out and watching cartoons, you made the kids lunch, packed the diaper bag with snacks and drinks and headed off to the park.

“When is daddy coming home?” Caden asks as he walks along side of you, “I miss him.”

You raise your brows and tilt your head, “Mom said he’ll be home today, sweetheart.” He gasps, looking up at you, “Really?!”

You nod with a smile, “Yeah kiddo, he should be home, well. I’m not sure what time, she never told me, but I’m hoping it’ll be before bedtime.”

He nods and points, “The slide!”

“That is the new slide! Come on!” You push the stroller forward as Caden runs towards it, stopping to get her out, “Hold on, Caden. Let me get Vera out quick.”

He waits while you get her out then quickly speeds over as you trail behind him.

You spend a few hours at the park, watching Caden play and pushing Vera in the swing. You talked to a few other nanny’s who were doing the same thing you were. Snacking on the food and drinks you brought and soon enough it was time to head back home for nap time.

“Caden.” You look down at the boy, “Look in the driveway.”

He walks forward, standing up in his tiptoes before gasping and whipping back to look at you, “Daddy’s car!”

You nod, “It is daddy’s car!”

“Daddy!” He runs forward and you yell, “Hey, wait for me!” You jog forward, catching up with the boy before opening the garage door, “Go ahead in, Caden.” You point to the door before getting the baby out of the stroller.

He nods and opens the door, running in as he yells, “Daddy! Daddy!”

Your heart skips a beat at the familiar voice that sets a fire inside of you, “Come here buddy! I missed you!” You walk in, seeing Caden wrapped in the embrace of his dad, “It’s okay. Im not going anywhere.”

You give Colby a smile as you carry a sleeping Vera towards the steps, “She just fell asleep.”

“That’s fine.” He motions, “Take her up, I’ll see her later.”

You nod and walk up the steps, turning into the room to lay her down in the crib. You switch the baby monitor on and take it with you as you leave, closing the door behind you.

You stop when you see Colby coming up the steps, Caden still clinging to him. You give him a small smile and look down as you go to walk by him.

“Hey.” Colby reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm, “Do you mind sitting with him yet, just so I can get a shower and kinda settle back in?”

You shake your head, “No, no I don’t mind.” You smile and watch as he sets the boy down, “I’ll just be downstairs.”

His eyes trail up and down your body as he nods, stopping at your face, “Thank you.”

You nod, turning away, but you stop, “Oh and not..” you turn back towards him, “That this is important right now, but Vanessa told me to talk to you about me getting paid today.”

You can tell his kinda tenses up, fighting back an eye roll as he nods, “Yeah, no problem.”

“You don’t.. you don’t have to do it right now, I can remind you before I leave.” You look at the steps towards a telling Caden, “I’m going to go before he wakes up his sister.”

“Alright.” Colby nods, watching you walk down the steps.

“Hey, hey. Let’s not wake up sissy, okay?” You walk him over to the couch, “Let’s play with your new cars, yeah?”

“I want to be the blue one!” Caden jumps to the floor, handing you the green one, “You can be green.”

“Sounds good to me.” You laugh as you set the monitor on the floor as you sit down. You drive over the city printed carpet and pretend to crash into his car which makes him giggle.

After a little bit of playing, you notice the baby monitor died, “Oh no.”

“What is it, y/n?” Caden looks at you and you sigh before getting up, “I have to go grab the charger for this thing. I’ll be right back, you keep playing, okay?”

“Okay!”

You walk back up the steps, peaking into Vera’s room to make sure she’s still asleep before walking in and quietly grabbing the charger.

As you walk out, you close the door behind you, slowly bringing it to click shut.

“You’re good with the kids, you know?”

Colby’s voice makes you jump slightly. You turn around, your saliva getting caught in your throat, almost making you choke at the sight of Colby in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’m just.. good with kids, I guess.” You laugh quietly, “I love them. You have some good kids, Colby.”

He nods, a big smile spreading over his lips, “I love them, too. They’re the best thing about me.”

You tilt your head, “What do you mean by that?”

He shrugs, pushing himself up from leaning on the door, “Nothing.” He walks down the hall and glances at you before disappearing into his bedroom.

You let out a shaky breath before going back downstairs.

“Y/n! Look!” Caden stands up, “A car pile!”

“Whoa! Look at that!” You walk back over and sit down, “Hey, are you hungry?” He shakes his head and you nod, “okay.”

Caden looks over at you, looks back down at his cars and then looks back. He stands up, smiling big as he sees Colby walking down the steps.

“C’mere buddy!” Colby smiles as he picks Caden up from the ground, giving him a tight squeeze, “Did you have fun with y/n today?”

Colby glances over at you and you smile as Caden looks at you, “Yeah, she took us to the park and I got to go down the new slide!”

“The new slide! We’ll definitely have to go there so you can show that to me. What color is it?” Colby asks, “Is it blue?”

Caden shakes his head, “No. It’s green!”

“Green! Even better!” Colby sets Caden down and looks at you, “You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like.”

You glance down at the baby monitor, checking the status of Vera, “Mm, I’m actually going to head home.” You walk over, your eyes scanning up Colby’s bare torso and chest before meeting his eyes, “Might take a nap. Your wife had me come in at five, and they were both up early so you’re looking at an early bedtime.”

“Perfect, perfect.” Colby takes the monitor, “Thank you for doing this.”

You shrug, “As I said Colby.. I love your kids, so it’s not a problem.” You turn, “Hey, Caden. I’ll see you next time buddy. Maybe when mommy gets back we can talk to her about all going to the park!”

You notice Colby’s face scrunch with offense in your peripheral, but pay no attention to it as Caden runs up to you, “I’ll miss you!”

“Hey, I’m right next door, okay. If you miss me that bad, have dad bring you over and you can hang out, okay?”

Caden nods and you smile, “Alright. Be good for dad, okay? Give your sister a kiss for me!”

He smiles and gives you a thumbs up, “I will! Bye!” He waves as you wave back and you grab your bag. You turn to walk to the door and Colby walks up to you, “I think you’re forgetting something.”

You look around, avoiding having to look at him, “What.. am I fo-“

“Getting paid.” Colby smirks as he pulls his phone from his sweatpants pocket, “I’ll send it to you right now.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” You pull your phone out, waiting for the notification to pop up, and after a painfully long minute, it shows up, “Got it.”

“Great.” Colby nods, “If you want, maybe later you can come over for a drink, tell me how the kids have been.”

You bite down on the inside of your lip, “I don’t-“ you shake your head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Colby.”

“Why? Can’t handle your alcohol?” He jokes and you laugh slightly, “No, I just.. I would like to stay on good terms with your wife, I happen to like my job.”

He raises his brows, “You don’t have to worry about that, I promise.”

You straighten your posture, “Text me when the kids go to bed. Maybe if I’m feeling like a drink, I’ll come over.”

“What you don’t want to watch me through your bedroom window?” Colby smirks and you roll your eyes, “First off.“ you point, “Your son is right there. and second.” You turn to grab the door knob, “I’m leaving now.”

“See you later, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You can’t fight back the smirk as you walk out the door and closing it behind you. Your heart was racing ten miles a second, you felt sick, guilty, but at the same time, you felt that fire burning inside of you and you were also desperate enough to extinguish it.

You walked down the steps, around Colby’s and up your own steps to your front door. You unlock it, walking in and hanging up your bag and keys on the hook.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the exchanges you had with Colby, your married with kids neighbor.

You also could help but think that there was trouble in paradise with how Vanessa spoke about him this morning and how he acted right before you left.

The mental image of Colby standing in the door way, fresh out of the shower seemed to be permanently etched into your brain.

No matter what you did, you always went back to thinking about that.

You wanted Colby, but you also didn’t want to lose your job.

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It was creeping on seven o’clock and you had just finished dinner.

You couldn’t help but keep eyeing your phone every now and then, hoping it lights up with a text from Colby, but also hoping it doesn’t.

You grabbed your phone and headed upstairs. You figured you’d keep yourself occupied until that moment happens, or doesn’t.

Whatever, right?

You tossed your phone onto the bed and walked over to get a change of clothes to take to the bathroom. As you step back, you see Colby pushing open his curtains and a smirk creeps onto your face.

His stare is on you and it’s like your legs have a mind of their own as you step towards the window.

He smirks, which turns into that beautiful big smile as he brings his phone up. A few seconds later, you hear your phone chime and Colby looks back up at you.

You walk over to get it, walking back to the window as you read it, Hey there neighbor.

You roll your eyes, sighing as you type back, I take it the kids are asleep?

You look back up as he looks down at his phone, nodding as he types, You called it, early bedtime. So.. You feeling up for a drink? I have a variety, your choice.

You purse your lips as you chew on the inner skin, debating back and forth on what you want to do.

You let out a sigh as you type, One. Drink. You look back up at him through the windows and he looks back up at you, tilting his head with a pout before quickly typing, Two.

You type back, Fine. Two. I’ll meet you in the backyard. I don’t want to wake up the kids.

You look up, seeing him give you a wink before walking away from the window. You roll your eyes, mentally slapping yourself in advance.

You grab a sweatshirt and walk back downstairs, pacing a few times before you go out your back door.

You put your sweatshirt on as you walk over to your gate. You unlatch it, walking through and slowly pushing it closed. You take a few steps, stopping at the gate to Colby’s back yard and you reach over the top to unlatch it.

“Hey.” Colby greets you, alcohol bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, “Thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” You laugh nervously, “What did you bring out?” You point to the bottle and he holds it up, “I just grabbed a bottle of whiskey, I can-“

“No.” You cut him off, “That’s fine.” You smile as you walk up, sitting on the couch around the pretty and expansive looking fire pit.

He sits down next to you, pulling up the sleeves to his hoodie before cracking open the bottle, “So. What shall we talk about first?”

“Um, the kids?” You ask, mainly trying to keep the conversation professional, calm, “They really miss you when you go away.”

He nods, handing you a glass that’s not even half full, “I miss them, too. Believe me.”

“No, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” You sigh, taking a sip of your drink, “Sorry.”

Colby leans back, his arm stretched across the back of the chair across from you, the fire illuminating his face, “No I know what you meant.” He chuckles lightly, “I just.. when Vanessa and I got married, she knew how much keeping up with Sam meant to me.”

“Sam is.. I assume, your business partner?” You tilt your head, taking another sip of your drink as he nods, “Yeah, we’ve been doing this since we were teenagers, we literally built our business from the ground up.”

“And that requires you to travel a lot?” You hold your hand up, “I’m not saying that that is a bad thing, but why don’t you ever take the kids with you.. or.. something?”

“She doesn’t want the kids leaving the house unless it looks good for her, and she won’t ever go with me. I’ve asked her time and time again, but she claims she doesn’t like flying, but when it’s a solo..” he brings his hand up to air quote, “Work.. trip.” He scoffs, “Fuck me I guess.”

You raise your brows and lean back.

“What?” Colby asks, and you shake your head, “Nothing, nothing..”

“No.” He leans forward, “What is it, y/n?”

“It’s just..” you shrug, tilting your head as you sigh, “I’ve been seeing a lot of you not being here when she’s here and her not being here when you’re finally here and the way she spoke about you this morning..” you scoff, “I could have smacked her.”

Colby raises his brows as you bring a hand to your mouth, “Oh my god. I didn’t- I’m sorry. That just slipped out. Of course I don’t want to smack her, I’m so appreciative of you both for allowing me to make a living from literally next door, I-“

“Hey. Hey.” Colby chuckles, “You’re good. I’m just.. happy, to hear that I have someone on my side.” He stares over at you, “You look like you have something else you want to say.”

You shake your head, “No, I just..” you look down at your glass and bring it to your lips. You finish your drink, cringing as the burn flows down your throat, “Need more to drink, is all.”

Colby chuckles, “Rushing through our two drink agreement I see.”

You scoff, “No.. I just don’t want to cause issues.”

You hand him back your empty glass and he fills it a little more than he did the first time. He extends his arm out, handing it back to you, “I haven’t heard from her all day, so trust me when I say I don’t think there will be any issues.”

“Why haven’t you heard from her?” You take a sip, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

He shrugs, “I don’t know.” He takes a drink from his glass, “We were so good, you know? We were happy. We bought a house together, had the kids.” He scoffs, “I honestly have no idea when everything started.. going down hill? I guess.”

“Do you want my opinion?” You raise your brows and Colby nods once, “Fire away.”

“I think, it’s the distance that you guys put between yourselves, I mean, stop me if this is overly intrusive but, when was the last time that you guys actually had a real, heartfelt conversation with each other? Dinner with just the two of you?”

Colby stays silent for a minute before tilting his head, “It was Valentine’s Day of last year, right before Vera was born. We had Caden stay with her mom and we went out to dinner, then a movie, and honestly y/n, that’s the last time I can remember actually being truly happy, with her at least.”

“Do you want to be happy with her?”

He hesitates for a split second before nodding, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

You take a big gulp of your drink, looking down at the dark liquid that swirls in your glass, “Then you need to do something about it, right?”

“How?” He shoots back, scoffing with a chuckle following, “Lately it just seems like she doesn’t even want to even text me, or sit on the phone for more than two minutes.”

“You have to bring it to her attention, Colby.” You look over at him, chewing on your lip. Before you can say anything else, Colby cuts you off, “It’s fine, y/n. I invited you over so you can fill me in on the kids, not be a marriage counselor.”

You laugh, “Hey, I’m here for you guys, too. Not just the kids.” You quickly bring your glass to your lips, accepting the fact that what you said could be taken multiple ways.

“I appreciate it.” He smiles, bringing his glass up, “I like talking to you. You’re like.. I don’t know, a breath of fresh air?”

You shrug, laughing slightly, “I’m just the girl next door.”

“Who watches me through their bedroom window.”

“I was hoping that wouldn’t come up.” You press your lips together right as you look at him for a second before looking back down.

“I don’t have a problem with it.” Colby laughs and you nod, “Clearly.”

“Yeah, well clearly.. neither do you.”

You take a slow breath in as you look up, “Your point?”

He shrugs, smiling, “No point, I’m just.. saying what’s true.”

“How do you know I don’t have a problem with it?” You squint your eyes at him and tilt your head, “I could.”

“But you don’t.” Colby leans forward, his elbows resting against his knees, “And I can tell you exactly how I know you don’t.”

You lean forward, “oh, please. I would love to hear this.”

He licks his lips, taking a drink from his glass before he sighs, “If you had a problem with it, you wouldn’t lay on that bed with your legs bend up and spread and play with that pretty little pussy with your curtains open, especially knowing I can see right into your room, from mine.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. Fuck.

“I-I don’t-“

He cuts you off, “Don’t try and act dumb. I know you well enough to know that you know exactly what you do when you do it.” He pours more alcohol into his glass, “I mean, I do appreciate you having your curtains closed when you have company over because I honestly can’t tell you what I’d do if I looked over and seen someone getting into something that should be mine.”

You set your glass down, completely shocked at his words, “I-I, um.” You stand up, “I think that’s enough for tonight.”

“You sure?” Colby looks up at you and you nod, “Yeah, Colby.” You walk around the fire pit and Colby grabs your arm.

You stop immediately, not even thinking about putting up a fight.

“Y/n.” He stands up, slowly moving to stand behind you as his hand moves from your arm to your waist, “I know you want me just as much as I fucking want you.”

You shake your head, trying to convince yourself that you need to go, but you don’t - you can’t.

Colby leans in, his lips close to your ear as he whispers, “Think about it, sweetheart. There’s you. There’s me. And then..” he spins you around, both of his hands gripping your hips tightly, “There’s the craving in between.”

You don’t even take another second before reaching up to grab his neck and pull him in for a kiss, which quickly turns into a rough and heated make out.

Your tongues gliding against one another’s as you moan lowly in the middle of it.

“There she is.” Colby mumbles, “I’ve always wanted to know what you sounded like.”

You knew you should pull away, run for the hills, but you can’t. No matter how many times you repeat it mentally to yourself, Go, get out of here, run. Run. Run!

You only wanted more.

“Come with me.” Colby slides his hand down to yours and pulls you with him towards the sliding glass door. He quietly pushes it open and steps in, guiding you in behind him.

His hands are on your hips, your back pressed against the glass frame as his lips trail up and down your neck before pressing to your own lips, “You’re fucking everything I could ever want.”

You stare up at him, the shock of your actions still keeping hold of you.

You follow him upstairs, quietly walking past the closed doors before entering the big bedroom that you’ve only ever seen through your window.

Colby closes the door, setting the baby monitor on the dresser before walking you backwards towards the bed.

You sit down, slowly lying back as his body moves to hover over yours, his lips once again on yours, “I want to taste you.” His voice is gentle, quiet against your lips, “Can I?”

You nod, spreading your legs wider as he slips down over the edge of the bed, his knees pressing into the plush carpet below him.

Your eyes stay on his as he trails his hands down your thighs then back up to grip the band of your pants and wiggle them down over your hips.

You bite your lip, lifting them up before he pulls them down, revealing the skin he’s only ever seen when you would wear those cute little shorts he liked.

His eyes dart down to the soaked spot on your panties, smirking as he looks back up at you, “I knew you wanted this.”

“If we’re being honest here, I’ve wanted this the first time I saw you.”

He tilts his head, “Feeling’s mutual, baby.”

You smirk slightly at his words, “I guess that’s.. good then, yeah?” You gasp as Colby slides his hands up and pressed your thigh apart, “Very good.”

He leans in, kissing along your inner thigh before he reaches your hip. He bites the band, pulling it up as he tilts his head back and lets it go, snapping it against your skin.

You let out a soft gasp, bucking your hips at the sensation.

He reaches up, pulling them down over your hips and thighs, tossing them to the floor once they’re off.

He wastes no time with leaning in and groaning against you as his tongue drags up your core. His fingers dig into your thighs as his tongue pushes into you, earning a gasp as your back arches up from the bed.

Your hand flies to tangle within his soft hair, moaning out as his tongue slides and curls, “F-fuck. Fuck, Colby.”

You look down at him, your jaw falling slack as his eyes meet yours. He gives you a wink before sliding up to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking and nipping which cause your thighs to spasm around his head.

He groans against you lowly, dragging his hand down to slip two fingers into you as he pushes himself upward, “I cannot fucking wait to bury my cock inside of you.”

You throw your head back, body twisting slightly as the thrusts of his fingers pick up. Whines leave your lips and Colby stops, “Gotta be quiet baby, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You nod, rolling your hips to indicate you wanted him to unstop. His motion picks back up, immediately sending you back into the waves of pleasure.

He bends back down, lips wrapping back around your clit as his fingers pick up speed.

Your hand returns to his hair, tugging and pull hard as you bite down on your lip to stifle back your moans.

You gasp, your free hand slapping over your mouth as he brings you to the brink of orgasm. Your hips buck, body tensing and pulling him closer as he guides you through your first high of the night.

He presses soft kisses against your thigh as he slowly withdrawals his fingers. You look up at him as his body moves to hover above yours again, reaching down to push the sweatshirt up his body.

He takes it off, throwing it to the floor and your eyes ogle his completely fit figure as he slides your sweatshirt up your torso, “Take it off.”

You sit up, pulling both your shirt and sweatshirt off in one swoop, leaving you naked below him, “I-I.. want you.” You spoke softly, “I need you.”

Colby pressed his lips to yours as he reached down to push down his sweats just enough to get himself free.

His jaw falls slightly slack as he slips the tip inside of you.

You gasp, your nails sinking into his skin as your legs move to wrap around his waist, pulling him in more.

He groans as your cunt swallows more of him.

Your eyes roll shut as his cock stretches you more then any other one has, “O-oh fuck.” You drag your nails down his shoulders, “I-I-“

A gasp is sucked from your lips as he pulls out and thrust back in, quickly building into a slow pace, “Just wanna feel you right now, baby.”

You nod, your arms wrapping his neck in a tight embrace as you breathe out, “Feels so good.”

Your head turns as Colby kisses down your neck, moaning out as his teeth bite little mark into your skin.

“Everytime I see you, I just wanna..” He trails off and his thrusts grow harder, moaning into your neck, “God you feel so fucking good.”

You slide a hand up to the back of his head, your fingers gathering hair and pulling which earns another moan from him, “I’ve always been jealous of Vanessa.”

“You don’t have to be, sweetheart.” He assures and you drag your nails down his back, “She has what I want.”

“I can give that to you, baby. Just ask.” Colby kisses along your jaw to your lips, “I’ll put a baby in you. Is that what you want?”

He leans up on one arm, his hand moving to rest on your neck, “Not stop until I’m pumping that pretty pussy full of cum and get you nice and pregnant with my baby, huh?”

His grip tightens his grip on your throat, causing you to whimper, “Y-yes.”

“Yes what, sweetheart?”

“I want to have your baby.” You whisper, eyes rolling back as you enter your second orgasm. Your body tightens around him, walls squeezing his cock like your life depends on it.

“Fuck, you will look so hot being pregnant, even hotter because that’s my fucking baby.” He groans as he presses kisses to your cheek, moving his hand to hold his weight up as his thrusts grow more powerful.

Your mind was scrambled, you felt like you were floating. You didn’t know how loud you were moaning or what you were saying, you just knew that the person you dreamed about touching you, was finally doing it better than you’ve ever imagined.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Colby groans lowly, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Colby’s thrusts were growing sloppy, but he was trying to fight it, “I can’t wait to see my cum drip out of that perfect little cunt of yours when I’m done.”

Your nails dig harder into his back as you bite down on his shoulder to try and stay as quiet as you could.

“Feels fuckin’ good, don’t it, baby?”

“Y-yea daddy.”

Colby’s head snaps back and he crashes his lips onto yours, “say that again.”

“Yes daddy. Feels so fucking good.” You press hour hands into his chest, “R-roll over.” Colby obliges instantly, rolling over and pulling you with him.

You straddle him, slowly rolling your hips forward and back. Colby’s jaw drops as he watches you grind on his cock, “Fuck, baby. That’s it.” His eyes flick up to yours, “Use it. Make yourself feel good.”

You lean down, lips brushing against his, “Am I better than your wife?”

Without any hesitation, Colby nods, “So fucking better.”

You smirk, sitting up to press your hands into his chest before you start to bounce. You don’t know why came over you, but you loved it.

Colby would do anything you told him to.

You throw your head back as your hips slam down onto his cock, “So fucking big.” You look down at him, “Makes me feel so fucking full.”

He reaches up, grabbing you by the neck and pulls you down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth, “Cum in me. I want all of you, daddy.”

“Anything you say, mama.” Colby smirks, rolling you back over and instantly resuming his thrusts.

It wasn’t long until his thrusts grew sloppy enough that he couldn’t control it, and his cum spills into you.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder, both of you breathing heavy as you feel his cock growing soft.

After a minute or so, he sits up, moving back and he pushes your legs up, “Beautiful.” He drags his finger up along your sensitive cunt, collecting the escaped cum and pushes it back into you.

Your lips part at the feeling and you look up at him.

He leans back down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You staying or going?”

You sit up, “I think it would be weird if someone walked in and saw us in bed together.”

He purses his lips, “Right, right.” He gets up, grabbing your clothes to hand to you, “Will I see you tomorrow?”

You smirk up at him as you get dressed, “Well see.” You give him a wink and walk over to him, “you might want to keep a shirt on for a few days.”

He walks over to the mirror and looks at his back, “Jesus fuck.” He smirks at you in the reflection and shakes his head, “Nice job.”

You roll your eyes and laugh slightly, “Thanks. Are you walking me out or what?”

“I’ll walk you out.” He nods as he picks up his sweats. You walk over to the door, opening it up to step out when a sound makes you freeze and panic instantly ensues.

It was the front door opening.

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[too-deviant]

strategic manoeuvre.

— WITH…ART DONALDSON!

contains...babysitter!reader, age gap, 18+ MDNI, art cheats w reader but it is lowkey implied that tashi planned the whole thing, car sex, semi-public sex, head (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, inspired by this post from @traumatrios

You had never been interested in tennis before Art. 

You weren’t interested in sports at all, really — you just wanted to buckle down and focus on your college work, earn some money with an easy part-time job. You didn’t have time to follow sports, or anything else. 

But then you got a call. You had been in the middle of a lecture when your phone buzzed against your notebook, a California number shining up at you and enticing you to pick up. Normally you would’ve let it go to voicemail, but you had recently gone around some of the fancier hotels in your city with flyers, asking for babysitting jobs and posting your number, so you excused yourself with a wave and took the call in the hallway. 

You didn’t know who Tashi Donaldson was when she introduced herself, but the hotel she’d asked you to come to later that night was fancy enough that you didn’t question it. You had done an extensive google search afterwards, of course, but simply raised an impressed brow at her repertoire. 

Then you met Art, her tennis player husband and the father of the lovely little girl you would be taking care of, and suddenly you were pretty interested in tennis. 

It started when Lily had a bad nightmare and you couldn’t get her down — well, it started when you met the guy, palm sweaty in his own as he introduced himself, but it didn’t really start until you had to put one of his old games on the TV for the girl to watch until she fell asleep at your side, tear tracks from her bad dream dry on her cheeks. 

You had been planning on carrying her back to her bed when she was down for the count, but you had been so fixated on Art’s movements; his determined look, his arms, his legs, that you ended up dropping out too. You woke up a few hours later with a blanket over your body and Art standing quietly at the kitchen island behind the sofa. 

“You looked peaceful. Didn't wanna wake you.” He’d said, sipping at his tea, and you knew you were done for. 

Now all of a sudden you had time to watch a tennis match in the morning, play one as background noise while you studied. You had started following his tennis journey right from the Junior Open in 2006 — you didn’t think you'd ever actually see him again, but you could fantasise about it whenever you remembered the smell of his cologne as he thanked you for taking care of Lily, promising a big tip would go straight into your account in the morning. 

(The money went in fifteen minutes after you’d left).

It came as a pleasant surprise when Tashi’s number popped up on your screen once more, a few months later. You had been in your kitchen, and took the call the moment you recognised the digits. 

“We’re a little ways out of town.” She’d said, “But Lily raved about you for days after last time, and we know you better than a stranger. If you can’t make it out here, don’t worry, but we still wanted to try our luck.”

We she’d said. As in her and Art. 

You cursed yourself for lusting after a married man in the uber to the hotel. 

From then on out, you became their primary babysitter. Since they travelled a lot, and Tashi’s mom was with them most of the time, you only really sat for them once every couple of months. The town you lived in was sunny and had a huge private sports centre for professional athletes — a fact you weren’t aware of until Art told you over a cup of tea — so they always came back. You were glad you could count on them coming back — it was like magic, the way your phone lit up with Tashi’s now saved contact whenever the late night bingeing of matches and interviews stopped fueling your infatuation. 

The guilt was almost enough to make you ignore it, say you were busy or just get a new number all together. But you never did. As much as you knew it was wrong, you always dropped what you were doing and drove to that cushy hotel where the receptionist knew your face and let you in with a smile. You travelled that same memorised route to the master suite, knocked on the door and made sure you were standing far enough away from the peep hole that you didn’t look weird and distorted when Art would look through before letting you in. 

It was always Art now. Tashi had greeted you a few times but lately it had always been him — a sick part of you thought she might’ve known about your crush on him, played with it for fun because she couldn’t play tennis anymore. But that was crazy, and you really needed to sort yourself out. 

You would greet him with a smile, push through the small talk, lean up against the kitchen island and watch his shirt stretch around the planes of his back as he made you coffee (On those unlucky days he would be wearing a shirt. Sometimes he would be just done with warm ups and physio and would answer the door half naked and covered in sweat. Those were the good days). Then Lily would come running at you from her room, hug you around your waist and pull you in to play; Art would laugh and grin at you, sliding the coffee cup in your direction and holding your eyes before heading to his room to get ready. 

You would be knee deep in headless barbies and chewed up polly pocket clothes when he and would return, dressed up and ready to go. He would lean down, kiss Lily on the forehead, and press his hand to your back in a silent goodbye. Then he would leave, and you would spend the whole day trying to pull yourself together. 

He was married. He was ten years older than you. He had a child, and was paying you to look after her. 

But he always made you coffee when you arrived — just how you liked it because he remembered. He always checked in on you, asked you how your life was while you nursed the mug that was warm from the beverage and his hands. He would tell Lily to behave for you because We like her, and we don’t want to scare her off. He would let his land linger on your back half a second longer every single time he left. 

But.

But Tashi was the one who would call you. She was the one who made you coffee the first time, told you it was the least they could do for you. She would walk out of her room with Art, smile at you and tell you how beautiful you look in that shirt. She would grin at you before leaving, waiting patiently by the door for her husband to take his hand off your back. 

You were evil. Truly. The guy was married. 

But as evil as you were, you always made sure there was an old game of his playing on the TV when they would return — because then Art would prompt you to stay and listen to him talk about it. And you would have an excuse to lean up against that island and watch him make tea while Tashi excused herself to bed. Hours would pass before he was checking his watch and hissing out an apology for keeping you so late, and then letting you leave. 

The first couple of times he’d simply make sure you got in your uber safely. Then he started calling cars himself, the same ones that would drive him and his family to and from matches, press events. The same sort of service celebrites used, not their babysitters. You didn’t mind — it was a thrill, listening to him ask the person behind the wheel to make sure you got back safely.

(The bar was under the court at this point, but at least you were aware of that).

But tonight was different. In more ways than one. 

In the beginning, all was the same. You were left sitting on the plush carpet of Lily’s room surrounded by lego pieces, a burning in your gut and guilt in your heart. You played doctor, you made dinner, ordered room service after her relentless begging, put on a movie, carried her sleeping form to bed, came back and watched Art play tennis until he returned. 

You had started to run out of games to watch, ones you hadn’t already seen, so settled for an old game from 2006. He was playing against his old partner, Patrick something, and you wondered where the lesser known second half of Fire and Ice had disappeared to after that night. 

Then Art came back, Tashi right behind him, and you smiled at them both over the back of the sofa. Tashi watched the game, something unfamiliar glinting in her irises, before blinking back at Art, “I’m going to bed.”

He responded a little slower, kissing her goodnight and looking back at you, “Tea? This game was one of my most memorable.”

“Even though you lost?” You teased, leaning against the marble. 

He paused, looking back at you. He blinked, “Yeah.”

You drank your tea. You pretended like you weren’t full of shame for standing that inch closer to him. You let him talk until he had nothing left to talk about, and watched him check his watch. You waited for him to pick up the phone and call the car — only he paused by the phone, hand floating just before it, and retracted his steps to the kitchen, “I’m gonna drive you back, if it’s not too much trouble. Saves waking up my driver.”

“Oh.” Your fingers twitched, and you told them to stop. “Sure, of course.” 

Art’s car wasn’t what you had expected. Thinking back on it, he didn’t seem like the sports car type, but his status and riches led you to assume you were about to get into one of the two seats in his Bugatti — you didn’t. The black jeep was expensive enough for someone like him, but close enough to home that you didn’t feel like an outsider climbing into the passenger seat.  

The drive wasn’t all that far — twenty minutes both ways, so Art would’ve been back before Tashi fell asleep if he hadn't pulled into a parking lot five minutes out. 

Your lips parted, eyes following his hands as they slid slowly off the wheel and into his thighs. His chest rose with a deep breath and his jaw constricted when he swallowed. Then he was looking at you, eyes piercing. 

“Lily likes you.”

You were unsure, feet shifting beneath you, the sound encasing the silence of the space and forcing you to stop and blink, “I’m glad. I like her.” 

“Tashi likes you.” 

You weren’t too positive that she would like you if she could feel how you were feeling now — that all too familiar heartbeat pulsing between your legs with every one of Art’s breaths. 

“I like you.” He finished, tilting his head until his temple rested softly on the headrest of his seat. His smile was almost taunting when he undid his seatbelt, “Which is your favourite?”

“What?”

“The games.” He clarified, knowing his question was too broad and that you would have to ask, “The ones you watch every time you’re over. The ones I assume you watch even when you aren’t sitting for us. My games. Which is your favourite?” 

“Oh. Um —“ Slightly distracted by the way he shed his jacket, dumping it in the backseat. He’d lent all the way forward to take it off and his eyes didn’t leave yours once. “I don’t know.” 

“The one you were watching tonight.” He asked then, “What’d you think of it? Honestly.” 

“Honestly?” You swallowed, mortified that you were even entertaining this, “You looked a little distracted.” 

He huffed a laugh, finally looking away and letting you breathe. It didn’t last long, because he was then getting out of the car and rounding the front of it. 

The breeze was cool when it hit you, Art blocking most of it from where he stood in the gap. His hand was still on the handle, but you were busy unbuckling your own seatbelt — the message had been received, you had crossed a line and he was kicking you out of his car. 

But when you turned, legs swinging carefully into the cold, his hand on your knee stopped you from really getting out. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you realised you had been caged — with one hand on the door and one hand on you, Art Donaldson had you right where you had been dreaming of him having you. It felt surreal. 

“My opponent. In the game from tonight.” He breathed, glancing around casually like you were having one of your simple conversations over tea. “He slept with my wife.”

Out of all the things… 

“What?” Your eyes darted between his, but the rest of your body otherwise remained still. Even when his hand on your knee travelled upwards. 

“He’d slept with her before. In college. We weren’t together then.” He was now watching his hand move, like he wasn’t the one moving it, “But then he slept with her again, in Atlanta. After I’d already married her.”

“Wow.” You breathed, mainly because it was the easiest word you could slide out of your mouth whilst holding your breath. His fingers reached your thigh, begged to dip between them. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He was quick to respond. Your legs parted on instinct, and at this point you had surrendered to being an awful person — although maybe you’d fallen asleep on the couch and this was all a dream. You didn’t think you’d be able to face Art if it was. You couldn’t even face him now. 

He took the newfound space for granted, stepping between your legs and holding them open with his body. His hand on the door followed him, taking its new place on your other leg. He rubbed up and down your thighs, but you couldn’t look away from his face. 

“I don’t want you watching him play.” He spoke lowly, tracing his fingertips around your waistband, “I’ve seen enough of his games.”

“Okay.” You didn’t hesitate to let out, swallowing the hungered saliva that had built up in your mouth. 

He unbuttoned your jeans, pulled the zipper down — painstakingly slow, but it allowed you time to brace your hands on the seat and the dashboard so you could raise your hips and let him slide them off you. 

You were stuck in your head, but Art didn’t seem to notice since he was too busy folding your jeans and hanging them over the open car door. You dared question it through a heavy breath but he just moved on to your panties, throwing them precariously on the dashboard and exposing your glittering cunt to his bright eyes. 

“We shouldn’t —“ It was a half-assed attempt at reconciling with your guilt, but the fact that you were half naked and spread eagle made it lose its meaning. 

Art shushed you, kneeling down so he was looking at your pussy, “We can, and we will.” Then he glanced back at you, brow arched, “Unless you don’t want to.”

Any sense of rationale had fucked off when he put his hand on your leg, so you swallowed and said, “I want to.”

He wasted no time, licking a thick stripe from your asshole to your clit. You knocked your head back with a gasped moan, bucking into him and hissing when the gear stick poked you in the back when you led back too far. 

You let out a shaky breath as he lapped you up, tongue dipping inside of you before travelling up to that sweet spot and sucking at it gently. You gasped and moaned, hands scrambling between holding yourself up and holding him down. His own were resting on your thighs — his calm and collected demeanour was a drastic contradiction from your own. 

His head nodded calmly between your legs, relaxed in its position — yours, shaky and tense all at once, neck bracing whenever you fell back. His hands tapped soft melodies on your skin whereas yours tightened around whatever was in their old, whether that be the leather of the seats or the blonde of Art’s hair. 

When he finally came up for air, his chin was coated in your slick, and he licked his lips clean before straightening up above you. You watched, paralysed, while he unbuckled his belt, threw it over the door with your jeans, and sent you a look under his lashes that you’d only seen him wear during his tennis matches. 

You had been keeping quiet earlier, but when he bottomed out inside you and started to piston, your mind went wild. Choruses of Oh my God and Fuck!, shouts of Art’s name and whimpers under your breath — it all came tumbling out and you couldn’t even try and stop it. 

Not that you wanted to; your vocality seemed to make him go faster, harder. It made him vocal, no longer calm and relaxed as he had been when eating you out, but loud and gruff. Grunts and moans you had dreamt about hearing outside of a television screen, now being huffed into the air you shared. 

You came with a whine and Art followed not long after, and you settled there for a moment — legs spread in his passenger seat with him standing between them — until you could muster up the strength to push yourself up. 

Five minutes later and you were both dressed, Art’s black jeep parked outside of your apartment building. You hadn’t exchanged any more words, but when you turned to slam the door once you had jumped out, you found his eyes on yours. 

“I have a game this weekend. Two hours out. Tashi wanted you to come. A gift, for all you’ve done for us.” 

(You went to the game. Art won. Tashi grinned like she’d made it happen and then offered to buy you a drink).

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[witchslove]

Thin Walls

Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You stay over at Wanda’s one night after babysitting the boys, only to find out that the walls of her house are very thin.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, masturbation, fingering (w receiving), mentions of oral (w receiving), mommy kink, dirty talk

A/N: This came to me and I had to write it, it’s mainly smut with a little bit of plot. Enjoy my loves!

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It was late when Vision came by to pick up the boys and it was even later when Wanda got home from her work meeting.

Technically your shift babysitting the twins was over as soon as Vision left with them, but you waited up for Wanda, wanting to make sure she got home safely and didn’t need anything else.

And maybe, just maybe, you really wanted to see the redhead before you went home.

You’d had a crush on Wanda since you met her at a family party. She was one of your mom’s friends from college who she’d reconnected with later in life.

Wanda was absolutely stunning and you felt butterflies in your stomach the first time you shook her hand. Everything about the woman was attractive and you couldn’t help but want her. You knew it would never go anywhere, but you couldn’t stop yourself from having feelings for her.

So of course, when your mom suggested you start babysitting her boys, you couldn’t say no.

Wanda thought it was a great idea and her eagerness to have you help her out made your heart flutter.

Now, here you were, curled up on her couch with a movie on while you waited for her to come home, knowing that you could’ve left the second the twins’ father had picked them up.

You heard the lock on the front door over the dull sounds of the movie you put on and when Wanda walked in, she was surprised to see you.

“Oh, hi Y/N! Are the boys still here?” She asked, looking around as she set down her things and took off her coat.

“No ma’am, Vision picked them up about twenty minutes ago,” you responded, feeling nervous as she looked over at you. “I- um, just wanted to make sure you made it home safe. I’ll be leaving now.”

“We’ve been over this, call me Wanda,” she corrected with a smile. “And that’s sweet of you, but it’s pretty late for you to be heading out. Why don’t you just sleep in the guest room for tonight?”

Your heart jumped in your chest at the thought of spending the night. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose,” you managed, rubbing the back of your neck anxiously.

“Of course! You’re not imposing, I’m offering. The guest room is already made up, you just make yourself right at home,” Wanda replied, heading down the hall.

“Okay, thank you Wanda,” you responded, making your way to the guest room to get situated for the night.

While you were putting your things in the guest room and setting up your phone charger, Wanda came in with some of her clothes for you to wear to bed, a shirt that smelled like her and a pair of sweats. She also gave you a spare toothbrush and let you know that you could use the toothpaste in the front bathroom. You thanked her again and she said it was no problem, smiling sweetly at you before saying goodnight.

By the time you finished getting ready for bed, you were beyond tired. It had been a long day taking care of the boys and doing schoolwork and your body was begging you for sleep.

As you laid in bed, ready for sleep to take over, you heard something strange. It was faint at first and you were almost able to ignore it, but then you heard it again.

By the third time, it was unmistakable.

You heard moaning - more specifically, Wanda moaning. You couldn’t believe your ears and you almost convinced yourself that you were making it up somehow.

But the longer it went on, the louder it got.

Wanda was touching herself with you in the house and you could hear it.

You felt a pang of arousal with every moan that came from Wanda’s room down the hall, feeling yourself grow wet at the sounds of her pleasuring herself.

When you heard her let out a breathy “fuck” you couldn’t stop yourself from sliding a hand down the front of your sweats - Wanda’s sweats.

You were already wet enough that it had seeped through your underwear. Just the sounds Wanda was making and the thought of what she was doing were enough to turn you on.

You pictured her in her bed, legs spread, touching herself as she moaned. You wondered if she was staying outside, making tight circles over her clit, or if she had two fingers stretching herself out, her palm nudging her bundle of nerves with every stroke.

You began rubbing yourself over your soaked underwear, getting off to her sounds and your imagination.

You were already close - it didn’t take much when you could hear the object of your desires touching herself in the other room. This was like a dream come true, you only wished you could be the one pleasuring her instead.

Her moans rose in pitch and you could tell she was close. You moved your fingers faster, wanting to cum with her.

She came with a long drawn-out moan, the sound bringing you over the edge with her. You wondered what she looked like when she came undone, back arched against the bed, face contorted in pleasure.

You stifled your own sounds as you came, not wanting her to know you were listening to her.

When the moment was over, the guilt hit you like a truck. You pulled your hand out of your pants and tried to ignore the sticky wetness between your thighs, your underwear clinging to you uncomfortably.

You had just touched yourself to the thought of Wanda with her in the other room. She probably had no idea you could hear her and you felt horrible for taking advantage of the opportunity.

With the heavy weight of the guilt of your actions, you tried to sleep, unsure if you’d be able to after what just happened.

The next morning, you’d barely rested, your mind racing all night with thoughts of Wanda until you eventually succumbed to sleep.

How could you look her in the eyes after what you’d done? After what you’d heard her doing?

You managed to get out of bed and use the bathroom before you trodded to the kitchen, still wearing Wanda’s clothes.

You were making yourself a cup of coffee when the redhead walked in, wearing only a silk nightgown that dipped low in the front and barely reached past her ass. You almost choked on your drink when you saw her, not expecting to see so much skin.

She looked divine, hair slightly messy from her sleep, face free of any makeup, curves on display in her skimpy nightgown. The task at hand of acting normal around her had just become significantly harder.

“Good morning Y/N,” she greeted, entering the kitchen. “How did you sleep?”

You cleared your throat before speaking. “I slept okay, thank you,” you managed to get out, still trying to calm yourself down. “What about you?”

“I slept great, I must’ve needed it after that work meeting,” she replied, making herself a cup of coffee as well.

“That’s good,” you said back, unsure of how to continue the conversation. You watched her as she moved around the kitchen and nearly whimpered out loud when she bent over to get creamer out of the fridge, her nightgown leaving little to the imagination.

You coughed to cover up the noise that almost escaped you and Wanda turned to you, coffee in hand.

“You know, Y/N, it’s not proper to listen in when a woman is having some alone time,” she started, a slight smirk on her face.

Your blood ran cold at her words and you tried to think of something to say back. “What?” you responded, your voice barely coming out.

“I know you heard me last night, detka,” she said, her eyes never leaving yours as you struggled to not look away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to cover up, heat rising to your cheeks as you spoke.

“Don’t lie to me honey, that won’t get you anywhere,” Wanda cooed.

You didn’t know how to respond, looking down at your lap awkwardly as she spoke again.

“I know you weren’t asleep yet,” she continued. “Did you like what you heard?”

You didn’t answer at first, dumbstruck. It felt like she was coming onto you but you couldn’t believe the older woman would reciprocate your feelings towards her.

You shook your head no, trying to save face.

“I don’t believe you sweetheart,” Wanda said, approaching you. “I think you did like it.” She stood beside you now, leaning in. “I bet you touched yourself to the thought of me when you heard me, am I right?”

You couldn’t help the sound that came out of you, something between a whimper and a groan.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” she whispered, reaching out to tilt your chin towards her so you were looking at her again. “Such a needy little thing, hm? You couldn’t help yourself could you? Did hearing mommy make you wet?”

Your mouth fell open at the title she gave herself and you throbbed at her words, feeling hot under her gaze. This time, you didn’t lie.

You nodded, still having trouble forming words, and she bit her lip, smirking.

“Yeah?” She asked, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “You poor thing, I bet it was hard knowing what I was doing in the other room and not being able to see for yourself. What did you think about when you touched yourself?”

Her words were turning you on. “You,” you breathed out, arousal clouding your thoughts.

“Be more specific,” she demanded, still looking at you intently. “What did you imagine?”

You mustered up the courage to tell her the truth. “I imagined it was me making you feel good instead,” you mumbled, somehow managing to hold eye contact with her.

“Yeah? You imagined it was your hand on my pussy instead of my own?”

You moaned at that, nodding again. At this point you were panting. You felt humiliated admitting all of this to Wanda, but at the same time it made you incredibly wet.

“You wanna make mommy feel good, detka?” She asked, her own arousal increasing with every honest answer you gave her.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“Oh good girl, those manners will get you everywhere,” she said, smiling. You felt a gush of wetness at the praise, your pupils dilated and your breathing heavy.

She backed away from you until she was leaning against the counter. “Come here.”

You obeyed eagerly, feeling excited for what was to come. You couldn’t believe what was happening, still not entirely sure this wasn’t a vivid dream you were having in the night.

Wanda slipped her panties off and lifted her nightgown, showing you her glistening pussy. Your mouth watered at the sight and you felt your ego inflate at the fact that she was so wet for you.

She grabbed your hand and brought it to her dripping cunt, letting you feel the wetness you caused.

“Fuck,” you muttered, mesmerized by the feel of her soft folds under your fingertips.

“Go on baby, make me feel good,” she encouraged, wanting more from you than just the featherlight touches you were giving.

Your gaze was locked onto where your fingers grazed her pussy, unable to look away. You brought a finger up to her clit and began to rub circles into it, causing her to moan softly against you.

The sound snapped you out of your haze and you looked at her, wanting to see her while you brought her pleasure.

You picked up the pace, touching her with purpose now, wanting to see her cum for you. Her mouth fell open, eyebrows furrowed, gasps and moans falling from her lips as you pressed down harder.

Her clit throbbed under your fingers, her hole clenching around nothing as you stimulated her hardened bud.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you whispered, in awe of the sight before you. “Even prettier than I imagined.”

“Yeah? What else did you imagine?” She asked, wanting you to tell her all of your fantasies about her.

You slid a finger into her opening and she gasped, hips jerking forward. “This,” you said, sliding another finger in alongside the first, feeling her walls clench around you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Wanda moaned, moving against you as she tried to get more, your fingers fucking into her slowly. “Tell me more,” she panted out, practically riding your fingers. “What else do you want to do to me?”

“Fuck mommy, so many things,” you admitted, lost in the moment, her breath catching in her throat at you using her title. “I want to fuck you every way I can think of,” you started, almost losing your train of thought when you realized you could hear the wet sounds of her pussy as your fingers moved inside her.

“I want to taste you, I think about it all the time,” you said, fucking into her harder. “You sound so wet right now and all I can think about is having you in my mouth.”

She moaned at your words, her eyes closing in pleasure as you brought her closer to the edge. “Be a good girl and make me cum, and that can be arranged,” she managed, hips bucking against you. “Fuck, I’m close.”

You watched as one of her hands came down to rub at her own clit, your cunt throbbing at the sight of her touching herself for you. The sight of her masturbating was even better than you could have imagined the night before, when you were desperately trying to picture what she would look like with her hand between her thighs.

“I’m gonna cum,” Wanda cried out, her pussy spasming around your fingers, trapping them inside as she barreled towards her orgasm.

You leaned in to kiss her neck, making your way towards her ear. “Cum for me, mommy,” you said, your breath in her ear making her shiver as she reached her peak.

“Fuck!” Her body shook against you and she moaned loudly as she came undone, her walls tightening around your fingers and her wetness dripping down to your palm.

You continued to fuck her as she rode out the aftershocks and she continued her stimulation on her clit until it was too much. You slowed your pace, bringing her down as she opened her eyes. She looked at you tiredly, her body spent from the intense orgasm as you pulled out of her, your fingers wet.

You were too busy committing the sight to memory in case you never saw it again to notice the way she looked at you, love and adoration in her eyes.

After a few moments, her breathing evened out. “I knew you could hear me,” she began, catching your attention. “I wanted you to hear me.”

She bit her lip teasingly, waiting to see how you would react.

“You… you wanted me to hear?” you repeated her words back to her, your brain trying to process what she was telling you.

“Mhm,” she said, a lazy smile on her face. “I see the way you look at me, I’ve known you wanted me for a while now,” she explained. “I waited to see if you’d make a move on me, but you never did. So I took matters into my own hands… literally.”

She chuckled at her own joke and you joined her, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I thought,” you mused, thinking back to all the times you thought Wanda had almost caught you staring.

“No baby, not at all,” she responded. “You look at me like you’re desperate for me.”

You blushed at that, groaning. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-” you started, but she cut you off.

“Don’t apologize, detka. It’s cute. It makes me feel wanted, desired,” she spoke, her words becoming breathier. “It makes me so wet.”

You groaned, feeling arousal shoot through you at her words. “Fuck Wanda, you drive me crazy.”

“Keep fucking me like that and I’ll do more than drive you crazy,” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“Deal,” you replied, your heart beating a little faster at the thought of doing this again.

“What was it you said earlier?” She pulled you in closer until your bodies were flush, your faces centimeters apart. “Something about wanting to taste me?”

You grinned, understanding what she was getting at, before slowly dropping to your knees. It was going to be a long morning, you thought, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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The Babysitter | dad!harry x babysitter!reader

Based on this request (changed some things - hope you still like it anon!)

Summary: The cute babysitter Harry's wife hired has always tempted him, but now that his wife is away for the evening Harry might just give in.

Word Count: 2,011

Warning: smut, cheating, implied age gap (your call on how large), inappropriate relationship (both consenting adults)

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Harry was so fucked.

He knew better. A married man on the brink of ruining it all just for a taste of his kid’s babysitter. Truly, outrageously fucked.

He arrived home that day, knowing he’d have the house to himself all night with his wife gone out of town for a work trip. Knowing the cute babysitter would still be there, all doe-eyed and shy smiles. She definitely had a crush on him and he couldn’t stop thinking about that.

All day at work he went back and forth with the idea of it. The whole ‘fuck around and find out’ thing was more compelling when he might be able to get away with it. But it wouldn’t be worth it, he told himself even though he continued imagining what she’d feel like underneath him.

His actions completely contradicted that sound internal advice.

Because when he saw Y/n all cuddled up on his couch, a sweater draped over her shoulders and her bare legs stretched out long he allowed himself to stare for a moment. He shouldn’t have been thinking what he was but he couldn’t stop the blood rushing to his cock. He was going straight to hell for the kind of thoughts that were running through his head right then.

She slowly blinked her eyes opened and sat up with a sweet smile, “Hi. How was work?”

God, the cute, bubbly personality on her, even after just waking up from a nap… She hadn’t been tainted by years of grueling workplace drama and a sad and lonely marriage like he had and he found it refreshing.

“Was good. Uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on hers, “Everything go all right today here?”

She nodded and moved her legs off the couch, feet hitting the floor as she nodded, “He’s the sweetest. It was a good day. He kept asking for mom so I think he’s upset that she wasn’t here this morning but I told him she’d be back tomorrow night. Fast asleep now.”

But there was something in the way she was looking at him. Like she was just waiting for him to pounce. Rounded eyes, with that shy smile as she bit the edge of her bottom lip. Like she knew what he was thinking, her own mind filled with the same filthy scenarios.

It was late. Harry always got home late on Thursdays. After dark. After his son was already asleep, and usually it was his wife greeting him.

She parted her lips as she let her gaze lower to just below the buckle on his pants and then back up to his eyes.

“Yeah. We’ll be okay without her for a night,” Harry swallowed thickly as he sat his briefcase down and moved deeper into the living room next to the couch where Y/n was still seated. “What about you?”

“What about me?” She raised her brows as she craned her head to look up at him.

“I mean… you alright too? Still seated like you’re tired. You can stay if you want.”

She blinked her eyes and then did it again, letting her pupils connect with the space at his crotch before quickly bringing them back upward to his face, “Oh… I can go. I’m sorry…”

Y/n stood up quickly but Harry caught her by her arm, “It’s okay. You don’t have to go. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. Was really helpful having you stay late tonight.”

If she kept looking at him like that, those fuck-me eyes and plush parted lips, he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself.

“Oh. I’m glad. Was happy to help you out, Harry. I’d do it as often as you needed me to.”

He grinned and watched her moisten her soft lips when she poked her tongue out and looked up at him through her lashes. If she wasn’t begging for it he didn’t know what this was.

“You gonna stay?”

She nodded, still looking up at him as she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

In a moment of weakness, of sheer insanity, he raised his hand up to her face and thumbed at her bottom lip, “What’s going on, Y/n? You got something to tell me?”

She fluttered her lashes and leaned into his touch as she kept her pupils aimed right at him. But then her lips parted again and Harry found himself sliding the tip of his thumb between her lips before she wrapped her mouth around it and he felt her tongue gently lave against his pad.

Now he was the one with parted lips as he watched his kid’s babysitter suck his thumb into her mouth, eyes pinned to his still.

And before he knew it, he found himself fucked in the figurative and literal sense as he had her face down on his mattress with his cock nudged into her so deep she was keening and hissing at the bite of pain his fat length was causing.

“Shhh… be a good girl and keep quiet, yeah?”

“Mmmm!”

It was so good. It was so fucking good. He hadn’t been laid in a couple of months and the babysitter’s pussy was better than he imagined it would be. She was wet for him right away. When he got her very short shorts off her legs and buried his face between her soft thighs she was already so sensitive and dripping, wiggling and moaning like she was just as pent up as he’d been. Like she wanted it just as bad. She’d made a big mess of him and the sheets but he’d deal with clean up later.

Because when he finally pushed his throbbing dick inside of her welcoming pussy it was game over. He had her hips in both hands, tightly gripping the meat at her sides as he buried in over and over again, letting her juice coat every inch and wet his pubes with her fragrance. He watched as he stuffed her with his cock, her cute ass perked upward and she pushed back on every one of his thrusts. So pretty.

Everything was slick and gushy as he plowed into her guts, slapping his hips into her ass. He kept looking at the bedroom door (which was closed and locked) out of habit just in case, but now he was out of his mind as she trembled and drooled against the pillow his wife used.

He slowed his plunges and watched his shaft as he pulled out, “Fuck… got me all creamy, baby. Why don’t you flip over so I can see your pretty face?”

She was shaky as she dropped down to the bed, scooting herself to adjust and then spreading her thighs as he tucked right back inside of her, pelvis dipping against her own.

“Harry…” Y/n quietly breathed as she watched him. He was so thick and long, just like she knew he’d be. She never thought he’d ever step out on his wife but here he was, with his big cock driving into her, making her squelch and stretch wide for him. She almost couldn’t believe it was happening.

Harry groped at her tit, still on his knees as he steadied himself, his thighs working in, “Oh sweet girl…” he panted, quads and glutes flexing with every motion. He picked up her hand and brought her fingertips to his mouth, kissing as he pumped himself through her walls and then dragging his lips down to her palm and then wrist.

“Oh my god…” she whined before draping her arm over her mouth to keep her volume down.

“Who knew you were so filthy? Look at you letting a married man fuck your brains out.”

A muffled moan sounded from her throat as she felt him jerk into her harder, the coarse hair at the base of his dick scratched at her clit before he began to grind his hips against her, adding friction like he knew that was what she was searching for with her hips rising to meet him with every thrust.

“But look at how lucky I am. So pretty… Hot little pussy, fuckin’ drenched, baby. How long were thinking about this, hmm?”

Harry did feel lucky too. Y/n was a hot little thing that he’d had some pretty dirty thoughts about since they first hired her. It was his wife’s choice. Y/n was in her senior year of university with long smooth legs and an adorable shy smile that caught him off guard the first time he saw her. So he always looked forward to seeing her every morning before leaving for work, or in the early evenings when he��d come home to relieve her.

Harry grabbed her other hand, moving her arm from her mouth as he brought those fingers up to his lips to kiss every one of them as he threaded their fingers together on her other hand, never stopping the movement of his hips.

With the back of her hand pressed into the blanket next to her shoulder, she inhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath. “Since I first met you…” she admitted.

Harry grunted, running his tongue along her wrist before folding his fingers into hers like her other hand and then pressing it down to the bed as he leaned over her, pelvis grinding against hers, his balls squeezing against her bum. And that was fucking deep.

“Oh yeah? Fuck, coulda been fucking this pretty pussy for the last few months. Making you come for being such a good girl and just for looking so fucking cute all the time.”

She moaned softly, “It feels so good…”

Harry grinned down at her, feeling her start to squeeze and pulse, “It does doesn’t it? Such a bad thing to feel this good. Might be trouble for us.”

“Mmmm…” she panted and then gasped as she was thrown over the edge, walls gripping and milking his cock.

Harry watched Y/n as she fell apart, “There you go, such a good girl, so pretty, baby…”

Harry gritted his teeth as he fucked her through her orgasm.

He was already leaking precome and practically shaking by the time he pulled himself out and pumped his fat cock right over her tummy. He’d have loved to have just come inside Y/n’s pussy but what he was doing was already dumb as it was.

He grunted and sucked in through his teeth, “Oh fuck…”

He’d gotten a little come on his knuckles as he ran his fist down his shaft, letting the last bits drip out onto the girl below him. A pretty sight. She was all fucked out and dazed, tits rising and falling with every breath, his come marking her tummy and her pussy freshly fucked, still soaked.

He was a gentleman, helped her clean up, and kissed her a little bit more before sending her on her way with a playful swat to her ass. He’d have loved to ask her to stay all night but he worried that that would just confuse things further. She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone and Harry said it wouldn’t affect her job and that it would be their secret. Though he did hope he’d have another chance to feel her again one day, he didn’t count on it. His wife was returning the following day and Y/n was soon to finish off her last year of college and she wouldn’t be needing a babysitting gig anymore.

Did he regret cheating on his wife? In that moment, he couldn’t say he did. He had fun and it felt so good to have sex with someone who wanted his cock as bad as Y/n did. He only hoped he didn’t get found out and as long as Y/n kept up her end of the bargain (he was sure she would) he figured the whole thing was a win.

He’d just need to keep himself in check around her when his wife was present. But when his wife wasn’t around he couldn’t promise anything.

. . .

PART 2

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not to be horny on main. this is my only account

but someone linked a corn twitter video of a guy eating a girl out saying it was Captain John Price right...

and i could see it. the hair, the face, the way he did it. but what stuck out was the wedding band on his fucking finger.

so. now i can't stop thinking about married!neighbor!price x babysitter!reader.

mildnsfw-not explicit but still mdni

edit: I found the fucking LINK do ya'll see my vision????

you're just a pretty young thing on break from uni who just wanted to make a little cash. your parents' neighbors seemed to be the perfect answer. they needed a babysitter as the parents were too busy doing other things.

how could you say no? more than happy to look after the little girl. hang out with her all day, or some afternoons while her parents were out all day, sometimes the time trickled into night - nearly midnight.

you didn't mind. not when they - when price - paid so well.

especially not when price made it up to you those late nights by flashing a little more money and crawling between your thighs as you lounged on their plush sofa. watching as price greedily took off the shorts and panties you wore.

his face buried between your thighs, beard scraping the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. his golden wedding band gleaming under the light against your stomach as he kept you in place. his eyes focusing on your face, watching as you came undone again and again.

"dirty girl, letting a married man eat you out..." his husky voice growls, nipping the skin of your inner thigh with his teeth.

there's a fiery look in your eyes as you softly hiss, looking down at him. "says the old man who's getting off on eating out the babysitter." you chide, having spotted the bulge in his pants.

your attitude sets off a spark in him that he thought he well and truly no longer had. who knew all it took was a pretty young thing with bite and fire in her to get him eager again?

he clicks his tongue, unsure if he's impressed or annoyed at the quick comeback. but he climbs up towards your face, "cheeky fucking girl..." he hisses with no real heat.

there's a dark look in his eyes, which starts to shine when he see's a smile spread across your face, tongue licking your lips, "dirty old fucking man..."

yeah. you'll be the death of him.

a/n: kinda rushed because it was very much a spur of the moment type of thought lmaoo.

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Something sweet | D.W

Girldad!Dean Winchester x Babysitter!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 2,704

Warnings: Use of petnames, Unprotected pinv (wrap it before you tap it), dean being dean, oral (f receiving), DBF!Dean, Age gap (reader is 20, dean is late 30’s), Angst, Hand kink, Creampie, Size kink (if you squint), I think that's it!

A/N: Dean would be such a girl dad you CANNOT change my mind. I'm a Dean girlie so I feel like it's easier for me to write with him opposed to Sam. That being said, I hope you enjoy this. I had a blast working on it.

A/N2: I posted this, no joke 30 minutes later i was in an ambulance 🥴

You had just gotten off of work. Your 9-5 has drained you. Same papers, day after day. If you were honest you could have just skipped dinner, and went to sleep. God knows you need it, but here you are. 

Walking into the grocery store to pick up a few things for a quick dinner. Deciding to roast some chicken, you stopped by the produce to pick up a few odds and ends for your lunch the next few days. While you were scoping out the best cantaloupe to buy, brown pigtails adorned with pink bows came into your vision. The little girl tugged on your blouse, “I think I lost my daddy.” She mutters shyly. Immediately dipping down to a crouch you tried to comfort her, “Well sweetheart what does he look like? Where did you see him last?”. The girl, who couldn't have been more than 6 years old, began to describe her father to her best ability. During the little exchange, her father came from the chip aisle, seemingly anxious. He breathed out in relief when he finally saw her again, “Babygirl where did you run off to?” He picked her up, setting her in the cart. “I wanted strawberries, then you were gone.” She pouted, “Sweetheart we could’ve gotten you strawberries you just have to ask.” he looked up from the girl to you, “Thank you so much, I’m so sorry.” You smiled at the man, “No problem she wasn’t a bother.” looking down to the girl you smiled again. He thanked you again and you both went about your shopping. 

That night in the midst of making dinner, he was all you could think about. You didn't even know his name yet the thought of him consumed you. Dinner was silent that night, the sounds of your fork against the ceramic, too caught up in your thoughts to turn something on. You went to sleep later than normal, since you had opted to make food instead of ordering out. Your wallet needed a break, and so did your stomach. 

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Traffic was bad the next morning when you left to go to work, just what you needed. You were already running late due to your phone being dead. No phone = No alarm. You were finally able to clock in, sliding your card through the scanner to get in. Dull boring day was going by like usual when you got a call from your dad, “Hey is everything okay? I’m at work.” The man sighed over the phone, “Yeah sweetheart are you off tomorrow?”. He sounded happier than usual. Odd. “I can be, what’s up?” you questioned. “Nothing, just me and a buddy of mine going fishing tomorrow.” You relaxed as he spoke, “Okay this relates to me how?” You asked. “Well his babysitter flaked on him so he needs someone to watch his little girl.” There it was. You began to realize the relation. “So this is you calling me to ask to babysit?” You sighed into the phone, “C’mon honey it’s the first fish of the season.” He begged into the speaker. “Fine, but you totally owe me.” You reluctantly agreed. “Love you too pumpkin.” He hung the phone up, pleased. You slumped into your rollie-chair. Before you clocked out that night, you were sure to brief them of your absence, despite your affliction. 

It’s not that you didn't like kids, truth be told you couldn't wait to start a family. It’s just you haven’t had a day off in over a month and here you are using it to babysit one of your father’s friend’s children. Maybe it won’t be that bad, you thought.

You woke up around 6am, the same as always. Only this time you were switching blouses and skirts, for sweats and a t-shirt. After showering, you got dressed in a simple black pair of sweatpants and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Thinking nothing of it, you threw on your red converse and headed out the door. The drive there was peaceful. Slow easy Saturday morning. Fog covered the road in a thin haze. Despite your gps failing halfway through, you had gotten it to boot back up and continue to give you directions.

 Pulling up to the house it was beautiful. Gorgeous white house with a wrap around porch. Adorned with an American flag hanging from the banister. Charming baby blue shutters hung by the windows. This wasn’t just a house, no this was a home. Pulling up into the driveway, you are met with a familiar sight. Your father’s red Ford pick-up, parked right next to an intense black Chevrolet Impala. Parking a bit off to the side, you grabbed your bag and headed to the front door. Chatter muffled behind the door as you knocked. Your father was quick to greet you. “Sweetheart you made it! Come in.” He slid to the side and ushered you inside the home. “This house…It’s so beautiful.” you muttered, setting your back on the table by the door. “I helped build it, a long long time ago.” Your father smiled at the reminiscence as you both walked into the kitchen. An oddly familiar voice shouted from atop the steps, something directed at your father. Where have you heard that voice before? God it felt like it was on the very tip of your tongue and you couldn’t spit it out for the life of you. 

Heavy boots stomped down the steps followed by a softer pair of slippered-feet. As the figure came into view, it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. 

That’s where you knew him from. 

“Nice shirt.” Was all he could mutter, sporting his signature grin. You smiled back, as the blush creeped from your cheeks to the tip of your nose. With no makeup on was a hell of a way to greet the man that consumed your thoughts. It also made it harder to hide the attraction slapped across your face. “Thanks, small world.” Was all you could find. Your father looked between the two of you confused, “Wait how do you know each other?”. He was almost scared to ask, knowing Dean’s past. “The grocery store actually, his daughter-” You started but he cut you off, “Cassie.” He corrected. “Right, Cassie wandered off on the search for strawberries was it?” You questioned, looking down at the little girl still dressed in her pajamas. Dean smiled at the two of you, as she rubbed her eyes.  “Yep slipped right out from under me, and found your daughter-” He said. This time you corrected, “Y/n, nice to meet you. For real this time.” You smiled as you extended your hand, to which Dean took in his, shaking gently. You almost passed out when he took your hand, whole body buzzing with tension as his engulfed yours. “Dean.” He grinned, looking down at you slightly due to the height difference.

Both Dean and your father watched as you crouched down to the little girl, “And it is so nice to see you again Cassie.”. Smiling at the little girl, this time her tiny little hand darted out to shake yours, you were quick to return the gesture before standing back up to your regular height. “I’m sure you two will get along just fine.” Your father looked between you and the little girl and then to Dean who was staring at you. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, okay?” Dean pointed between you and his daughter to which she just found hilarious as she bursted out in giggles. “No promises dad.” You teased, and a spark went past Dean’s eyes as he went to speak but choked on his words. “Right. You girls be good, okay? Have fun” You and Cassie walked the pair to, and out the door. Waving at them as your father’s truck pulled out from the driveway.

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You were told to have fun, and fun you had.

First order of business, like any, was to put on a gorgeous princess belle dress. Of course. Every princess needs a good breakfast so that you got to making. The smell of banana filled the air as you flipped the pancake, one of which was supposed to look like a crown, though ended up more like a squiggle. Cassie loved it nonetheless. After pancakes you decided to make cupcakes for your fathers’ return. A mess of sprinkles and frosting later, you have 12 well 10 cupcakes. You and Cassie had to make sure they tasted good. The two of you played for hours, swinging and running around the yard. Playing just about every game that could be played. The sun beginning to set, you had come up with one final activity. “Oh come on you’ve never built a pillow fort?” You asked the girl, and she shook her head, “Never-ever.” She replied. “Well it is your lucky day because we are about to change that sister.” You smiled down at the girl and the two of you started to round up all the pillows and blankets in the house. 

One magnificent pillow-fort later, and both of you were tuckered out. Cassie had finally given up the ghost and was passed out in the fort as the credits of Princess and The Frog rolled in the background. The sound of car doors shutting, followed by the low hum of your father’s truck pulling out of the driveway filled your ears. You perked up as the door swung open and Dean stood there looking into the living-room. 

You sat up against the leather of the couch as Dean walked into the living-room, “Oh you two had a blast didn’t you?” he muttered smiling down at the fort before meeting your gaze. “Best babysitter ever.” You motioned to yourself playfully. “I bet sweetheart.” He grinned while deconstructing the fort to retrieve his daughter. You started to refold the blankets and he held her close, still sleeping, and took her upstairs to her room. Folding the last blanket you grabbed your phone charger off the couch and put it in your bag, before starting to clean up the kitchen. You had just started to wash the dishes when Dean came back down the steps, this time empty handed.

“You don’t have to do that.” He muttered as you rinsed the batter bowl from earlier. “I don’t mind.” You smiled warmly. It felt almost domestic, intimate. He reached for the plate of cupcakes, picking one up and peeling back the wrapper. You watched as his hands worked at the paper before he brought the dessert to his mouth and took a bite. You swallowed hard and he noticed. “Everything alright there sweetheart?” He asked, grinning while he chewed and finally swallowed the bite of cake. “Mhm, any good?” You questioned and he nodded. “Been awhile since I’ve had somethin’ sweet.” He muttered.

It almost felt loaded.

Like he meant something other than that cupcake in his hand.

“Glad I could help.” You smiled and teased back, hoping you weren’t mis-reading signals. He smirked as you dried your hands with the dish towel. Leaning over to wipe down the sticky frosting-covered counter, Dean pressed against you. You froze as he spoke, “Now what did you mean by that sugar?”. Your face went red as you laid there against the counter, pinned between him and the cold surface. “T-The cupcakes, something sweet.” You replied in a choked stutter. Smooth. He laughed from behind you. You could feel the vibrations from his stomach against your ass as he spoke, “You and I both know damn well I wasn’t talking about a cupcake sweetheart.” His words went straight to your core, dripping with each word. You stood up, still pinned but now with your back to his chest. “You knew that, didn't you baby?” He whispered into your ear. Lips ghosting over your neck, leaving goosebumps in their path. You nodded as you melted into his touch. “I’m gonna need you to give me more than that angel.” He said as he turned you to face him. Grabbing your hips, he sat you on the counter. Barely meeting his height, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Dean-” You whimpered in frustration, wanting nothing more than his hands on your body. “Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already falling apart.” He whispered, his lips almost touching yours. Not wanting to wait any longer, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. A tangle of limbs, resulting in your sweatpants around your ankles left you craving more. “Please I need-” His voice cut yours off, “Need what baby? Tell me and it’s yours.” He tested your restraint, leaning down to kiss your thighs. The top of his head pressed against your stomach, and your hand tangled in his hair. Dean groaned against the feeling of your nails on his scalp. “Fuck.” He growled. “Need you Dean, everywhere.” You whined, and he finally gave in. 

Pulling your sweatpants past your ankles, he tossed them to pool on the floor. His hand cupped your head as he leaned you back fully against the counter. Gripping firmly onto your thighs he spread you open, head immediately going to your core. Pressing open mouth kisses against the cotton of your underwear, he watched intently as you squirmed against the laminate. His skilled hands pulled the thin fabric to the side, like a cupcake wrapper. Your nails scratched against his scalp as your fingers tangled in his short hair. Groaning against you as his tongue delved inside you. His eyes, once a soft shade of emerald green, were darker and boring up at you. Dean watched your every move as his tongue worked skillfully on your clit.

It was like a bomb went off when you finally came, taking your hearing and eyesight with it for a moment. Your chest heaved as you laid sprawled out on the counter, Dean licked his lips as you sat up, resting against your elbows. “Sweeter than that damn cupcake.” He grinned as his thumb rubbed against your thigh. “I need more Dean–please.” He looked at you with hungry eyes, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to sugar.” He traced your hips, and you grabbed for his belt, “Need, Dean.” You said it plainly, not being able to simplify it anymore. With that he didn’t waste any more time and he unbuckled his belt in the midst of a messy make-out. He quickly rid himself of anything that could keep you from him. Pressing the tip of his cock against your slit, he leaned his forehead against yours and watched as your eyes widened at the intrusion. The way your face scrunched he could tell that it hurt and he was quick to comfort you.

“I know baby I’m so sorry.” He cooed as he pressed inch by inch in until you were flush against him. Soon, pain turned to pleasure and you allowed him to move. Each rock of his hips buried deeper inside you, you weren’t gonna last long like this. Whines and groans mixed together as you both approached your orgasm. What you didn’t expect was Dean to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and plant his hands firmly on your ass. Gripping the flesh, he pounded into you ruthlessly. Rutting the deepest he’s ever been. 

He tried to hold off as long as he could, wanting to soak in as much of this moment as he could. You cried out into his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh as you came. “Oh fuck-” He groaned, not expecting the bite. That’s what dealt him in, the sharp pain of your teeth into him was too much to hold off on. One last thrust he came inside of you, painting your walls with a thick creamy off-white. Setting you back down on the counter, he pulled his softening cock out of you. Whining at the loss, he kissed your lips as he dripped out of you and down the side of the counter. Wiping you clean with wet-paper towels, he muttered with that boyish smile,  “You free next week?”.

Maybe babysitting wasn’t too bad.

[humpster35]

Dilf!Matt x BabySitter!Reader

|Mentions of infidelity, pregnancy, age gap, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff, slight yelling and anxiety

Matt’s foot anxiously tapped the floor, the sound echoing across the house. He had never felt so scared in his life. This part always got to him, the waiting. So with a sigh and fixing of his hat, Matt knocked on the bathroom door.

“Y/n. You done yet?” Matt’s country accent reached the girls ears. They pulled her out of her mind as she stared at the tiny lines.

She was pregnant. Y/n had got gotten pregnant by a man with a family already. The door knob twisted and she didn’t even hear Matt walk in until he was standing right behind her. His belt buckle grazing the curve of her upper back, as Matt leaned into her.

“Y/n. Don’t panic baby.” Matt spoke in a cooing voice while putting his hand on her waist. He knew the consequences of his actions and felt proud that he actually accomplished his goal.

“Don’t panic? Matt you have a wife. AND A FUCKING FIVE YEAR OLD-.” Y/n’s frustrated voice felt like a dagger in Matt’s heart. He thought she wanted this as much as he did. So he took a step back and rested his hands on his hips.

“Alright now sweetheart. No need to yell, i’m right here with ya.”

Y/n sniffled as she looked into Matt’s eyes.

“If you would cheat on her, you’d do the same thing to me. So tell me Matt.—Why shouldn’t I get rid of it?”

Matt didn’t have a response for that. He knew that it was just supposed to be a one time thing, one night he got into an argument with his wife and just wanted to get back at her. Along the way though, he ended up actually falling in love with y/n.

Y/n handed him the test and quickly wiped her eyes as Matt’s son Liam toddled in. He was holding up a coloring book showing her that he had finished the page like she asked.

“Good job little man.” Y/n dryly chuckled as she picked him up, leaving the bathroom and Matt in it.

Matt stood there lost in his own thoughts. Y/n was 19, and he was 25. He never even initiated the flirting. She would walk around the house in a short skirt, purposefully bending over in front of him with fuck me eyes. Matt only ever gave in once he got drunk after the argument he had earlier. Y/n knew what she was doing, she just wanted to try out an older man.

Her friends always bragged about how they’re so much better and seeing as Matt’s wife is mainly working overtime, she took the opportunity. They had a great bond in the beginning. From the moment Y/n walked through those doors, Liam would rush to her arms and cause Matt to laugh.

There was one instance on when Y/n was giving little Liam a bath and he called her mom. This only made her sad for the kid, he needed his mom. Matt overheard this when Y/n thought he was still working on the farm, it just solidified even more that the feelings he was feelings weren’t just because of the sex. His own son saw how much of a joy and light Y/n brought into their once dull home.

“Y/n, you should keep it.” Matt walked out into the living room.

Y/n was helping Liam color as the toddler sat on her lap. She only ignored Matt though, the lump in her throat was building and she wasn’t sure if she could hold back for much longer.

Matt sat down next to them and pinched Liam’s little face. He stroked the back of Y/n’s head which made his son smile playfully. This was normal for them. Y/n didn’t move away from him, she actually craved his touch. It always made her feel something.

“Alright Li, you ready for lunch?” Y/n said while carrying him to his high chair.

“Once you’re done with that, c’mere darling.” Matt stuck a toothpick in his mouth and tilted his cowboy hat in her direction.

Y/n nodded and after fixing Liam his favorite snack, a pb&j with apple slices and a juice box, she let Matt take her hand and lead her to the side room. Matt’s hand felt rough and dry from all the work he does outside, but y/n has always liked it.

“Sit down, we’re gone talk about this and what you are deciding to do little lady.” Matt spoke sternly. He knew that he couldn’t pressure her to keep a baby she may didn’t even want, nor would he ever. He watched as y/n sat down, she wore overalls and a white tank top.

“Wheeewww you sure know how to make a cowboy sing.”

Y/n blushed and flipped her hair to the side. She grabbed Matt by his belt buckle to pull him closer. His hands immediately went on her head as he held her.

“Matt i’m just scared. You are still legally married, even if you say you love me.”

Matt took some of her hair in his hand and squeezed it lightly. Y/n knew that she wasn’t just the only nervous one here.

“If you divorce her then what happens to little Liam?”

“We can get that situated.”

“What if she takes him with her Matt? I don’t want that to happen.”

Matt smiled softly and kissed the top of y/n’a head. He knew that at this point, Liam was sort of already hers.

“I’ll never let her take Liam away from us.” He placed his hand on y/n’s stomach as she started crying.

“Not when he’s got a sibling on the way.”

Y/n looked up at Matt with teary eyes. It was like him saying that only made the reality real for her.

“Oh Matt.”

Matt chuckled and leaned down to kiss her lips softly. It was endearing, the soft movement of his tongue swiping across the bottom of y/n’s bottom lip as he started to suck on her tongue. Y/n let out a moan, the intensity of the kiss made her fall back onto the bed and Matt climbed on top of her.

Y/n felt as Matt’s fingers unhooked the overall straps. She didn’t wear a bra with the tank top because she knew that’s what he liked. The feeling of his rough hands grabbing at her soft flesh, made her feel guilt for how not guilty she felt about this whole thing. Matt knew her. He knew her body and, Y/n didn’t want his wife to feel what she feeling anymore. She did want Matt all to herself and maybe this baby could make that a reality for her.

“Can’t do anything more today sweet pea.” Matt lifted his hat a bit as he smirked down at y/n. His son was in the other room and almost done with his food by now. So he got up and adjusted his pants, and dick, while y/n sat up flustered.

Y/n laughed a bit while fixing her hair.

“That’s how we got into this mess!” Matt laughed heartily while holding his stomach and placed a kiss to Y/n’s cheek.

“Y’right. Cmon let’s head on back now darling.” Matt smacked Y/n’s ass on the way back to the kitchen.

Little Liam was smiling at the girl as he held an apple slice in his chubby fingers. His face was flustered as he eagerly reached for Y/n.

“Mommy!” Liam giggled into Y/n’s chest as she picked him up.

“Now what has happened here little man? Hm?”

Matt walked in after making sure his dick was tucked properly. He took off his cowboy hat and put it on Y/n’s head.

“Aw that’s right. Liam, your mommy here is a good rider.” Matt shot a smirk to Y/n.

“Now now now, don’t be going and believing your daddy Li. Cmon you wanna take a bath?”

Liam cheered and he took the hat off Y/n’s head, the boy failed to successfully wear it though, due to his head being much smaller. The couple laughed and Matt took Liam from Y/n.

“You go and get some rest now hear? That baby’s gonna be wearing your lassie down.” Matt’s voice was husky and deep. His country accent always made Y/n’s pussy wet.

She nodded and left her overall straps down. With her bare tits just barely being covered by a white tank top, Matt felt himself hardening again and he rushed out of the room.

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[etclouie]

maybe babysitter!reader and this prompt “Is that my shirt?” 

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; in his shirt (jax teller x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “is that my shirt?” — from fluffy prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; jax teller x babysitter!reader, uh reader is wearing one of jax’s reaper shirts, that’s it tho (382 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; i’ve still got a couple au sleepover reqs as well, so i’m slowly getting to them too (thank you to everyone being patient with me!!)

— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!

you’d spent the night taking care of Jax’s kids, his club run lasting longer than he’d expected. he had sent you a quick text saying he’d be back the early the next day, but he’d come home earlier than either of you had expected.

sitting on the couch in his living room when his the front door opened, your attention pulled from the tv as he stood in the living room doorway with an apologetic look on his face.

“sorry wasn’t expecting to be this long or late”

you shook your head, smiling softly at him as you spoke.

“no it’s okay, they’re always really good for me”

he smiled, setting his bag down by the side of the couch before he let his eyes focus on you once more.

his eyebrows knitted together, noticing the familiar reaper shirt you were wearing.

“is that my shirt?” 

he asked, though he already knew the answer to it. you looked down at the shirt, a bashful look making its way across your face.

“shit, sorry—i thought i lifted clothes when i got your text, waited until the boys went down to shower but didn’t have any clothes”

you told, looking away from him as a wave of embarrasment filled you. your face warm and your fingers fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. 

he chuckled at your bashfulness, looking back up at him as he spoke.

“nah don’t worry bout it darlin’,”

you nodded, eyes soft as they met his. his lips twitched into a smirk as his tongue poked out to wet his lips, his eyes appreciative as they watched you.

“besides, it suits you better”

he told, shrugging as you eyed him. 

there was something about him, you noticed it the first time he asked you to watch his kids. but it was stronger now.

“i’ll wash it and bring it back to you tomorrow”

you suggested, pointing in the direction of your house with your thumb while moving slightly towards your stuff and discarded clothes.

Jax stopped you though, pulling you back to him slightly as he spoke.

“don’t worry about it, it’s late. stay the night, i’ll take the couch”

you went to protest but he stopped you.

“i’m serious darlin’, you already do too much for me. thank you”

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[gothghostiie]

thinking about something that happened to me while babysitting and I am unable to cope with it so obviously I have to make it something for yall

thinking about babysitter!reader being hired by price, you just go to check on the little one in their nursery. the baby is sleeping peacefully, you close the door - but the handle fucking breaks off. naturally you start to panic, the baby is in there all alone and you can't get in, so you call price in literal tears. telling him what happened, desperately scrambling around to look at the baby monitor. He tells you to take a breath, trying to get you to calm down, that its okay, he'll come home.

you're sat on the couch, crying in a panic while watching the blisfully unaware baby over the monitor until Price gets home. he comes in, making a beeline to the small utility room, then to the nursery. its an easy and quick fix, you definitely could have done it yourself you think as you watch over his shoulder. he opens the door quickly and sees the sleeping baby before closing the door with a chuckle and turning to you. you're still sniffling, babbling soft apologies, telling him youll understand if he doesn't pay or ever hires you again - but he shakes his head and leads you to the couch with him, sitting you down.

"sit, love. take a breath." he murmurs, vanishing to the kitchen, from where he comes back a minute later with a cup of tea that he hands you. sits down next to you, then gently pulls you into his side. "C'mere now. its alright bird, don't cry now."

[writtenbyan-aries]

i have a request for sam. so basically it’s like divorced dilf!sam and reader is the babysitter for the kid and one day the mom picks up the kid and sam says she should come over. and it’s like lowkey really smutty

Summary: reader gets invited to her job after hours.

Warnings: SMUT18+, swearing, dad!sam, babysitter!reader, flirting, kissing, scratching, hair pulling, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, creampie, general filth

Word Count: 4.5k | unedited

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“Come on, sweetheart. You gotta get your shoes on. Mom will be here any second to get you!” You sigh quietly as you watch the crazy four year old running around the living room, “Zoe, honey. Mama is coming.”

She sighs, plopping down onto the couch with a small groan, “I have more fun with you.”

You stifle back your laughter as you walk over to her, “don’t say that, Zo, you have lots of fun with mom.”

She rolls her eyes and you raise your brows, “Who taught you to do that? Mommy or daddy?” She giggles as you slip her shoes on, “Mommy.”

Figures, you think as you shake your head.

The door bell rings and you gasp, “Is that mom?” Zoe gets up and squeals, “Mommy!” She runs to the door and you follow close, laying your hand on her shoulder before opening the door.

“Hey Lilly.” You smile, “She just had lunch, so she should be good for a little bit.”

Lilly smiles, “Perfect.” She points to you, “Did you tell y/n, bye?” You drop down, giving the child a big hug, “Be good for mom, okay?”

She laughs, “I will, y/n.” She turns taking Lilly’s hand, “Bye!” You wave as you hand her backpack to Lilly, “everything she came with is in there. Sam gave me a list and I double checked.”

“Also perfect. Thank you.” She smiles, “I’ll see you.. Monday morning when I drop her off, right?” You think for a second, “Yes, Sam has to work later Monday so I’ll also pick her up from school.”

She gives you a thumbs up, “You’re great.”

You laugh slightly, “I try.” You smile at Zoe, “See you Monday, Zoe!” She nods and walks with Lilly to the car. You close the door and look at all of the toys strewn all over.

You let out a sigh and walk over to pick up the toys, then make your way to the kitchen to clean up from lunch.

As you’re washing the dishes, you hear the door open and you glance over, “Hey.” You give Sam a smile, “Lilly came to get Zoe like twenty minutes ago. I’m just cleaning up our mess from the day.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.” Sam laughs slightly and you shrug, “Hey, I made the mess. I can clean it. Lilly was a lot earlier than I thought she’d be.”

“Yeah, usually she runs late.” Sam rolls his eyes and you laugh, “Sorry. I’m not- Zoe rolled her eyes at me today and she told me learned it from mom, but.. now I’m starting to think it could go either way.”

He smirks, shaking his head, “Oh, no.”

“She was good. She ate all of her breakfast and lunch.” You reach in and unplug the drain, watching as the water goes down the drain for a few seconds before reaching to dry off your hands, “She did fall and hurt her elbow, but she was using it just fine after a little bit of ice and time.”

“That’s good.” Sam crosses his arms and leans against the counter, “We’re still good for Monday, right?” He looks over at you and you nod, “Yep, i will be here in the morning and I told Lilly I’ll pick Zoe up after school.”

He nods, “perfect.”

“Alright, if that’s everything.. I guess I’ll see you, Monday then.” You walk by him, his eyes following you, “Monday evening.”

“Right, yes. Monday evening.” You smirk, “Have a good night Sam.” You grab your bag and walk over to the door, stopping, “Oh.” You turn around, “There is some leftover lunch in the fridge if you want it.”

“Sounds good, thank you, y/n.” He smiles and walks over to the door, opening it, “Drive safe.”

You nod, “Always.”

You turn, walking out and down to your car. You get in, and start your drive home. On the way, you can’t help but think about Sam.

How him going into dad mode is one of the hottest things he does. How he stares at you for just the right amount of time, and just how perfect he is in general.

Sam is literally the perfect guy, and anyone could be lucky to have him. Your mind starts racing, what if he’s seeing someone, is he seeing someone? You start racking your brain, has he mentioned anyone?

You gasp, slamming on your breaks as you see the car in front of you growing closer and closer at a slightly fast and scary rate.

You tilt your head, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh, hoping no one saw that.

You feel your cheeks grow hotter as the thought of Sam creeps back onto your mind. You shake the thoughts away, moving around in your seat as you try to drive home without almost causing anymore accidents.

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“I need you.. to tell me I’m crazy.” You sigh, laying your hands over your face, “Like an-y-thing to calm my delusional ass down, Mel.”

She laughs, “I mean, from what I’m hearing, there’s something there.”

“No.” You whine, “Don’t say that.” You laugh, “Like, I was thinking about him on the way home, like.. I almost caused an accident.”

Mel gasps, “Oh, you got it bad, girl. B. A. D. Bad.”

“Shut up.”

“Do you want my help or not?” She scoffs, “I’ll gladly ha-“

“No, no. Please.” You laugh slightly, “Like, the way he looks at me, like isn’t the way you should look at a babysitter, right? Like it’s like.. fuck, I can’t even-“

Mel cuts you off, “Like he’s undressing you with his eyes?”

“Yes!” You sigh, “Exactly that. It’s like he’s trying to get me nervous or something, and I mean, if that’s what he’s doing, it works. But, I’m not going to let him know that.”

“Maybe you should tell him, call him out on his shit.”

“What, so I can spend the rest of my days as his babysitter feeling awkward around him? No thanks.” You shake your head, “I just, wish there was a way for me to get over this, like he’s just..”

“A total dilf.”

“Yes.” You sigh, and Mel continues, “He really is though. Like, I’m jealous you get to see him everyday.”

“Not everyday.” You correct, “I mean, do I wish it was? Yeah, but I think the less days I spend around him, the more I’m able to keep my composure around him.”

Your phone dings and you sigh, “I got a text.”

“Who is it?” Mel asks and you walk over to your phone, “I don’t know, probably Lilly saying I forgot to pack something for Zoe.”

“She isn’t my cup of tea. Good for Sam getting divorced.” She laughs but you stare at your phone, in shock mostly.

“Hello? You still there?” Mel speaks louder, “Hello?”

“Y-yeah, I’m here.” You scoff, blinking as you read the text over and over again, “Sam just texted me.”

Mel gasps, “What did he say!?”

You laugh slightly, “He just said he has a question.” You tap the screen, What’s up? You hit send, “I just said, what’s up?”

“Maybe he’s going to invite you back over. I mean..” She changes her tone, “he’s kid free all week, you can’t tell me he doesn’t get lonely over there in that big house when he’s all alone.”

You roll your eyes, “I doubt that, Mel.”

You see his text pop up at the top and your heart skips a beat, “He wants to know if I’m busy.” Mel scoffs, “No. you’re as free as a bird flying high in the sky.”

You laugh slightly, tilting your head, Just waiting for my laundry to dry so I can fold it and put it away.

You read what you sent and Mel groans, “Why did you say that?!” You groan, “He makes me nervous, Mel, fuck.”

You purse your lips as he responds, Well that’s exciting, lol. The reason I asked is because I was wondering if you had dinner yet?

“Did he answer? What did he say?” Mel asks and you sigh, “Nothing, he hasn’t answered yet, but my laundry is done, so I’m going to go take care of that.”

“Bor-ing.” She laughs, “Have fun, talk to you later.”

“Talk later, bye.” You hang you and sit down, typing back to Sam, I haven’t actually, that was my next thing. Your eyes watch as the bubbles pop up and get replaced with his text, Would you want to have dinner with me?

Your heart was racing, along with your mind.

Was this a date? What it a casually dinner between friends. A professional dinner?

You lick your lips, nodding to yourself as you type, I would love to have dinner with you, Sam. I can come over in a few?

You stand up, immediately thinking about what to wear and your phone dings. You pull it up, reading over his message, text me what you want from Melinda’s and give me like thirty to pick it up.

You let out a relived sigh, typing out what you usually get, Thank you, see you in a little. You add a smiley face and hit send, immediately regretting the smiley, “Oh my god. I’m going to make a fool out of myself.”

You press your palm to your forehead and walk to the bathroom.

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After your quick shower, you get dressed. You didn’t know what to expect, so you just settled for a cute sweater and leggings.

You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your keys, giving Sam a quick, I’m on my way, message before heading to your car.

The whole way there, you kept having to wipe your palms on your pants because they were growing sweaty from your nerves, “Oh my god.” You felt like you were a mess, “what the fuck.”

Maybe Sam did like you. Maybe you both have a mutual pining for one another, and just maybe, it was finally going to work out in your favor.

As you pulled into the driveway next to his car, you took a shaky breath, “Fuck, okay. You can do this.” You nod to yourself, “Come on.”

You get out, walking up to the door and knocking.

The door swings open and Sam smirks at you, “You practically live here during the day. You don’t need to knock, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat as you desperately try to form words, “I-I just- sorry.” You close your eyes, “I’m a little nervous, if you can’t tell. That’s why I brought this.” You extend the bottle of wine out and Sam takes it, raising a brow, “this shit is good, and expensive, how’d you get this?”

You walk in, “from my old job, a coworker during a secret Santa thing.”

“I take it you’re big into wine?” Sam asks as he closes the door and you nod, “Well, not like I’m always drinking it or anything. I promise I don’t drink on the job.”

Sam chuckles as he walks over, “You need to relax, y/n. I know you don’t drink on the job.”

You let out a small sigh, “Sorry, I just-“

Sam cuts you off, “Here.” He walks over to the table and pulls two glasses towards him before opening the bottle, “Drink this and take a breather.”

He probably thinks I’m a fucking loon, you think as you force a smile, “Thank you.” You take the glass and take a sip, “Oh, this stuff is good.”

“You haven’t had this kind before?” He asks as he brings his glass to his lips, “This is my favorite wine.” He takes another sip before motioning to the table, “Shall we eat?”

“Yes, please. I’m starving.” You walk over and Sam pulls the chair out for you. You give him a smile as you sit down, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Mhm.” He walks around, sitting across from you, “I didn’t realize how much this looked like a date.. I’m sorry if-“

“I was stressing about what to wear, so I think we’re on the same page, Sam.” You were shocked you said that, maybe you aren’t as nervous as you thought?

“Yeah, I think I can say the same. I got a suit out and then I was like no, I’m at home not at work.” He laughs, “So I hope you’re not offended by my sweatshirt and sweatpants.”

“Oh, Sam. I’m appalled by your attire tonight.” You tease and he smirks, looking down as he nods, “My apologies, I’ll get right on that.” He laughs and looks up at you, “I was nervous you were going to say no.”

“What made you think I’d say no?” You tilt your head and Sam shrugs, taking another sip of his wine, “I just, wasn’t sure if you thought it would be weird to have dinner with the dad of the girl you babysit.”

You purse your lips and take another sip of your wine.

Sam furrows his brows, “It is weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I-“

“No, no. It’s not weird at all, Sam. I’m actually.” You laugh slightly, “I’m actually really glad you asked me.”

“Really?” He smirks and leans back in his chair, “I mean, that’s a relief, I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt something.”

You smile, “Right, now I can stop almost causing accidents on my way home because I’m too busy thinking about you.” Your eyes go wide, “Oh that just.. came flying out..”

“Oh.. my god.” He tries not to laugh, “Yeah, that’s not, I mean. I’m happy you think about me, but I’d rather you not crash your car.”

You nod, “Yeah, me too.” You laugh, finishing your wine, “I’ll have another glass if you don’t mind.” He smiles, leaning forward to grab the bottle and fill your glass halfway, “Good?”

You nod, “Good.”

“So..” Sam glances up at you, “What were you thinking about, exactly?”

You tilt your head, giving him a subtle shrug, “that’s a conversation to have with me when I’ve had a few more glasses.” You smirk and he raises his brows, “Mm, I see.”

“So, if I can ask..” you glance up again, “And please, stop me if I’m overstepping in anyway.” Sam shakes his head, “Ask away.”

“What happened with you and Lilly?”

He chuckles slightly, “That’s.. a funny story actually, well. It wasn’t as the time, but now that I think about it..” he sighs, “Lilly and I met back when I used to explore abandoned places with my brother, Colby. She owned, well, her grandfather owned an old hotel that’s been on my bucket list for months at that point. She basically kept up with making sure people stayed out and what not.”

You nod, “Right.”

“We met the day Colby and I went over and hit it off right away.” He shrugs, “One thing led to another, we started dating, then a year later, Zoe made her grand entrance and then I got this idea to propose and after another year, I guess I just wasn’t enough for her anymore.”

“She filed for divorce?” You frown and sam laughs, “Nope. I did. The day I came home from work to find her in bed with her boss.” Your jaw drops and he clicks his tongue, “It’s funny because that day, it was like a big weight was lifted from my shoulders, I just focused on work and Zoe, and that’s really all I needed.”

He takes a sip from his glass, “Or that was until you came along.”

“What do I have to do with it?” You tease, downing the rest of your glass, “I’m just the babysitter.” You smirk as you extend your arm across the table and Sam smirks slightly with a small shake of his head, “You’re really not, though, y/n.”

He lifts the bottle and pours you more, “You’re literally.. everything when I’m not here, correction. Even when I’m here, I still think Zoe would prefer you over me.”

“This.. is going to sound bad, and I kind of feel bad for saying it, but earlier today, right before Lilly got here, Zoe told me she has more fun with me than her.”

Sam purses his lips, “Zoe has told me that before, too. About you, and being fun.” He smirks, “She always asks about you, when you’re coming back. If we can call you. I never wanted to bother you on your off days so I just tell her you’re busy.”

“Sam.” You lean forward, “I have no life other than taking care of that sweet girl.”

He chuckles, “That surprises me. With a pretty face and a perfect personality, it actually shocks me that you aren’t already spoken for.”

You shrug, “haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Oh, so you’re looking?” He teases and you roll your eyes, “Please, I look at you every time I’m around you.”

“I know.” Sam flicks his brows up, “But, I’m not one to talk, because I do it, too.”

You can’t help but smile, “I have no idea why I was so nervous about this. You’re really easy to talk to, Sam.”

“You mean flirt with.” He winks and you sigh, “Whatever you wanna call it, Mr. Golbach.” Sam laughs, “I remember.. when you used to call me that. It took forever for you to call me Sam.”

You shrug, “I was trying to be professional, I think? But, you made me nervous the second I saw you, my mom never told me that the guy I was interviewing with was so.. hot.”

You can see his cheeks turn a shade darker and he tilts his head, “that what you were thinking about when you almost crashed your car?” He tried not to laugh but fails, “sorry.. sorry.”

“No, no. You’re right.” You nod, “And maybe some other things, but we’ll just-“

“No, no. Tell me.” Sam smirks, “I wanna know what runs through that pretty little head of yours when you leave here, or when you’re here, with me. Just the two of us. Whatever.” He shrugs, “I’m all ears.”

You giggle as you remember what Mel called him, a dilf.

“What’s so funny?” Sam asks and you shake your head, “just a term that my friend uses to describe you.” You look up at him, “when you texted..” you groan, “Oh this is so embarrassing.”

You look at him and he smirks, “You’re fine, sweetheart.”

“When you texted, I was actually on the phone with my friend, and I was basically trying to get her to talk me out of my.. feelings, for you. I thought I was just being delusional, you know.”

“I’m glad she didn’t talk you out of it.” Sam smiles, “But anyway, I’m curious about this, term, she used to describe me.”

You laugh, shaking your head before taking a sip of wine, “She called you a dilf.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, a what?”

“A dilf.” You repeat, your eyes moving to his, “A dad, I’d like to fuck.”

Suddenly, everything shifted.

“Was she talking about her, or you?”

“Me.” You swallow, setting your glass on the table, “She basically said what I was trying to say.”

“Am I.. the dad you’d like to..” he purses his lips, a smirk fighting to appear, and you nod, “I mean, I’d like to do more than that, of course, but right now, that’s all I can think about.”

“So why don’t you stop thinking..” he sets his glass down, “and do something about it?”

You slowly stand up and walk over to him, laying your hand in his as he holds it out. He pulls you towards him, your legs on either side of his as you sit down on his lap to face him.

Your eyes scan over his face and you smirk before leaning in to kiss him.

His hands slide to your hips, a small groan leaving his lips as they move with yours in a slow motion. You earn another by grinding down onto him, gasping when you feel his cock growing harder under his sweats.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers as he kisses down your neck, “Can I take this off?” His hands slip under your sweater and you nod, “Only if you take yours off.”

“Deal.” He pushes your sweater up your body, pulling it up over your head. You slip your arms out or the sleeves and immediately reach for his sweatshirt.

You bite your lip as you watch him pull it up over and toss it to the ground to pile with yours. Your eyes rake up and down his body, head tilting as you lean back in to kiss him.

You kiss down his neck, earning small gasps and groans as you nip and suck at his skin.

Your hand drags down his chest and torso, slipping into his sweats. You kiss back up to his lips, swallowing his moans as your hand wraps around his cock, slowly twisting up and down.

“F-fuck.” He groan, “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You give him a shrug, “I can show you, rather than tell you?” He bites his lip and nods, “Please.” You slide down off of his lap, sitting between his knees.

His hips raise from the chair as you work his sweats down over his hips and pull them down to his mid thigh. You rise up, spitting a little on the tip and he groans as your thumb slowly spreads it around.

His eyes are on you, watching as you lean in to wrap your lips around the tip. His breath hitches in his throat as his hips buck upward at the touch.

You tilt your head back, flattening your tongue on the underside before licking upward.

He lets out a shuddered breath, “Fucking hell.”

You take him into your mouth, slowly working your head up and down as your tongue swirls around. He reaches down, his hand slowly pulling your hair into his grasp, “Fuck, that’s it.”

You pick up the pace, going a little faster and he tightens his grip, “Doing so good, baby.” He groans, “Fuck, just like that.”

Your heart starts to race at his praise, the walls of your cunt squeezing around absolutely nothing in full desperation.

Sam’s breathing grows faster, “Fuck, okay. Okay.” He pulls your head off of him and you lean back, a smirk resting on your lips, “What?”

“You know what.” Sam smirks, pulling you up for a kiss, “Take your pants off.”

You nod, stepping back to push your pants down your legs. You kick off your shoes, stepping out of them and you walk back over to Sam.

He stands up, his arm wrapping around your waist as his lips crash onto yours. Your hand moves up to rest on his cheek and you moan against his lips.

He reaches back behind you, swiping stuff out of the way and lifts you to set you down on the table. You lift your leg, reaching down to guide his cock into you.

You both pause, gasping as he slowly pushes into you more. Your head tilts back, moans slipping from your lips as you feel the pleasure from him stretching you floods through your body.

“Fuck.” You gasp, arm sliding around his neck, “Feels so good.”

He nods, his lips pressing to your forehead, “So good.”

He slides out, thrusting back in with a grunt, “Fuck, baby.” His hand slides up to rest on your cheek as his lips reconnect with yours. He swallows your moans with ease, his hand dropping to grip your thigh.

Your other leg hooks around his hip, “F-fuck, harder.”

He groans at your words, his fingers pressing into your skin as his thrusts grow harder. You gasp out, sliding your hand down in between your bodies.

Sam tilts his head down, lips parted as his eyes bounce between his cock going in and out of you and your fingers circling your own clit, “That’s it, baby. Does it feel good?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut, “Y-yes.. so, so good.”

He bites his lip, leaning in to press kisses along your jaw, “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

You gasp at his words, the pressure of your fingers growing harder, “Y-yes, yes.” You open your eyes, locking them onto Sam’s, “Fu-fuck. Don’t..” you tilt your head back, moaning loudly, “don’t stop.”

“Didn’t plan on it, baby.” Sam smirks, his read tilting to the side as your cunt squeezes around him, “God damn.”

You tighten your leg around his waist, moaning out constantly as he gets you to tip over the edge. You pull your hand away, sliding it to the back of his neck as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You were a whining, moaning mess before him, and he loved it.

“Fuck, fuck, there you go.” Sam groans, “That’s it.”

Your nails dig into his skin, “Fuck, Sam!” You pull him in for a kiss, moaning against his lips as his thrusts keep the fast pace, “You make me feel so good.” You tilt your head as his lips trail down and back up to your lips.

“I knew you’d feel good.” He moans, thrusts deeper into you, “I didn’t know it would be this good.”

You whimper at his words, smashing your lips back onto his. After a minute of making out, he leans back slightly, “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, giving him a shrug as you pull him in closer, “Wherever you prefer, baby.” You bite down on his lip, earning a gasp from him and he groans, “Fuck.. okay.”

He slides his hand up to your cheek, cupping it as he kisses you deeply. You swallow his moans, gasping as he thrusts into you, holding himself in as his cock twitches inside of you.

You moan at the sensation, gently pressing a few kisses to his cheek and jaw.

He slowly pulls out, gently setting your leg down. You sit up, taking a deep breath as you look at him, “That was..”

“Incredible.” Sam smirks, nodding as he lays his hands on your waist, “Literally better than I ever thought it could be.”

You nod, “Oh, yeah. I agree. And trust me, I thought about you a lot.” Sam smirks and nods, “Yeah, I’m guilty of that, too.” He tilts his head, “So, is that what you’d think about?”

You nod, “yeah, that and whether or not you were seeing anyone.”

“Did that answer your questions?” Sam laughs slightly and you nod, “This whole night answered everything.”

Sam smiles, leaning in to press his lips to yours, “So I think I have a solution for you not crashing your car on the way home.”

“Oh yeah?” You smile, looking up at him, “What’s that?”

“Just stay here.”

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The Babysitter - Again | dad!harry x babysitter!reader

Part 2 of THIS

Summary: Harry and the babysitter do it again.

A/n: Requested!

Word Count: 2,537

Warning: smut, cheating, inappropriate relationship/power imbalance, etc.

. . .

While Harry fantasized about fooling around with the babysitter more often than not, he didn’t believe he’d get another opportunity. His wife didn’t leave for work trips like she had the one evening. In fact, she was usually always home by the time Harry got home after work, and the cute babysitter was already long gone.

He did see her that morning, though. And what a surprise it was too. She arrived early, before Harry had rushed out the door to head off for the day. He heard her voice just as he was fixing up his tie, stopping the task midway to peek into the living room.

Holy shit… he muttered under his breath as he let his eyes slink over her long legs and the little shorts that hugged her ass just so. She was adorable, as always, but it’d been a bit since he’d seen her in person and immediately his mind worked its way through some very filthy thoughts about what he had done with her that night.

She laughed and turned toward the tall archway where he stood in the hall and smiled at him. He wasn’t one to get flustered but damn if the babysitter didn’t do it for him. She always had, but especially now, knowing what they’d done. Knowing what her body looked like under her little outfits, the kinds of noises she made, how good she felt around him, and how wet she got for him.

He blinked and turned back, face flushed hot from the salacious memory. Something he’d been reimagining over and over again since that fateful night.

Harry palmed at his crotch to tame the growing lump underneath and he sighed before grabbing his briefcase and car keys.

With a quick check of his hair in the mirror he stepped into the living room where Y/n was sitting on the couch with her left leg crossed over her right as his wife went to get their kid.

“Hi. You’re here early,” he looked her over again as she lifted her gaze to his and stood up.

“Yeah. Woke up early and figured I’d get a head start. Here,” she stepped in closer and took his tie, fixing the bit he’d forgotten about when he realized she was there. She kept her hands on the knot and looked up at him. There it was again. That doe-eyed fuck me look that had him plumping in his pants.

She released the tie and moved back as she looked behind Harry toward the hallway and back up at him, “How’ve you been?”

He nodded, “Alright. And you?”

She shrugged, “Okay.”

“Just okay?”

She offered a small smile and nodded, “Just okay.”

Harry didn’t know if she was trying to tell him something or not. Maybe it was school that was difficult or boyfriend issues – he didn’t think she had a boyfriend but he’d never asked either.

“Anything I can help with?” Now he was speaking low and quiet, curious what she might say.

“Mmm…” she pursed her lips to the side and shrugged again, “Probably.”

He knew exactly what she meant when she looked back up at him through her lashes and bit her lip. Goddamn, he could get into so much trouble.

Harry clenched his jaw and looked behind himself and with the coast still clear he reached for her fingers and whispered, “Would love to help. I just don’t know when I could ever do it again, Y/n.”

She nodded, “I know. I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Y/n!”

Harry watched his boy run toward the babysitter and break the spell. Which was for the better. He didn’t need to be fucking around like that. What he’d done with her was a one-time thing. As much as he’d love more of her, that just wasn’t in the cards for them.

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It was 1 o’clock when he got the text from his wife. She’d gotten off work early and was already home. Which meant she’d relieved Y/n. And she was at her dorm apartment with nothing to do. Perhaps even alone.

Harry gulped down the saliva that had pooled on his tongue just imagining what he could get up to with Y/n. But he had a pile of work to do. There was no way he could leave the office and still get his project ready by Friday.

It was such a bad idea to even be thinking about it. Yet there he was sliding his files into his briefcase and making the decision to finish some work at home later that night. He’d definitely lost his mind as he sent a text to Y/n asking her if she was home. And her nearly immediate response – Yes. Alone – had him rushing right out the door and jogging to his car to travel across town to Y/n’s apartment.

He wasn’t really even thinking. Not with a rational mind. If anyone saw him coming or going that might be bad. Though, he imagined no one would know who he was anyway. He was just a regular schmo after all. Who would be the wiser?

Y/n met him in the foyer and pulled at his hand before pushing a door open that led to a stairwell. She was only up one floor. Her small dorm was a one-room apartment with a separate bathroom attached.

She turned to face him when he closed the door behind himself, “My roommate has two more classes before she’s done for the day. My only class today is at 7 so…”

Harry grinned and stepped in, placing his meaty hands on her arms and bringing her closer, “So that means we have a little bit of time. And you need my help with something, don’t you?”

She puffed out a laugh with a nod, “I mean if you want. I know…” She sighed and blinked her eyes, he could tell she was nervous, “This is wrong, but… it’s just…”

“It’s just so good, though, isn’t it?”

She nodded again, teeth digging into her bottom lip. Fuck she was cute.

Y/n didn’t need any cues. She lowered her sight to the belt he had on and began to unbuckle him with deft fingers before she undid the button on his pants and pulled at the zipper.

He helped her push his pants down as she lowered to her knees and took her palm over his crotch, softly rubbing upward over his underwear.

“You get so hard… and so big…” She peeled his briefs down slowly once his cock was at full mast and the moment the fabric was pushed under his balls she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft and placed soft kisses along the thick vein underneath, licking over his tip and placing him in her mouth.

He put a palm at the back of her head as he watched her suckle around his crown and then pull him deeper into her mouth, tongue swirling and sucking as she looked up at him.

“Baby doll… fuck…”

Harry was so worked up. The last person he’d had sex with was Y/n and now here she was again with her pretty lips stretched around his length, tugging at his base with everything she had in her. She wanted to make him feel good and she was eager. It was no wonder he was so anxious to get to her apartment and flaked out on work. Flake out on his wife. If this was his reward, he’d continue doing it every fucking chance he got (which he knew would be rare).

Soon he had her on her bed completely naked and spread out with his mouth on her cunt. He didn’t even remember the last time his wife let him lick her pussy. His sex life had grown so dry. Hardly a smidgeon of foreplay before they were both rolling over and falling asleep.

But Y/n was moaning and pulling his hair, smearing her juices all over his face as she writhed and quivered from his fingers gliding against her front wall and his lips suctioning to her clit. Honestly? She was a breath of fresh air. Another person who liked sex as much as he did. Harry thought he had been doomed to a life with boring and barely palatable sex (that was when he could get it). Y/n could be the answer to that problem.

He loved the noises she made when she came. She was just loud enough that anyone walking by her door could hear her, but not so loud that everyone in the hallway would know what was happening in that room.

Harry’s cock was so hard as he let go of her thigh and sat up, reaching a hand up her body to smooth his thumb over her nipple, wiping her arousal all around it.

She was breathing heavily, a small, cute smile on her face as she looked at him and kept her legs parted before saying the hottest thing he’d ever heard, “You can have me now.”

Her wet pussy was a decadent treat just for him. Sliding himself right in she inhaled through puckered lips at the stretch and he groaned from relief. And once again he gave it to her bare. No condom. He was insane, he was sure. He’d pull out before he could come, just like the first time, but he was obsessed with how she felt around him, all squishy and warm and soaking wet.

Her bed was cheap with a metal frame and Harry was a big man with a lot of endurance and pent-up desire. He was a man who was getting his cock wet by a girl who wanted it and he was not going to worry about how quiet he was. In fact, the bouncing springs, and frame slapping into the wall only heightened the experience for him. He not only loved the way sex felt and smelled and looked, but he also loved how everything sounded. The way her cunt gushed wetly every time he plowed in, her little squeaks and moans, skin patting together when his hips met hers, and the screeching and bouncing bed they were doing it on were all music to his ears.

“Oh god!” She cried when he ground in, swiveling his hips, buried into the hilt, slushy wetness seeping down to her ass.

“Mmm… fuck, Y/n…” Harry was in heaven as he fucked into her. His balls were squeezing and his cock was throbbing. Perhaps a condom would’ve been a wise decision, especially if it meant he could hold out longer. But he hated the thought of not getting to feel her as nature intended.

He smeared his lips against hers and she rolled up into him, moaning into his mouth. He was sure he was driving deep in her guts, stuffed up into her tummy every time he bottomed out. She keened and cooed and quivered under him.

His chest was pressed against hers and he felt her nails scrape into his lats as his glutes flexed with every thrust. They were pasted together, the only bits moving were their lips and tongues and Harry’s thighs as he worked his girthy dick into her, dragging through her tight walls.

Rocking down hard into her, he wanted to make sure her clit had enough friction. His chest was sweating and his insides were boiling. He was so close to his end.

But then he felt her squeezing in pulses and then clamp down, her mouth dropped open and she halted her kisses as she began to moan loudly, “Mmm… coming… want your come. Come inside of me…”

Harry closed his eyes and tried to ignore the way his inner demon told him to fuck it and give her what she wanted. Fill her up with his come and push it deep into her tummy. He was already playing with fire.

Gritting his teeth he endured the way her cunt was siphoning around him, pulling and fluttering… she felt so good on his cock. Nothing had felt so good in a long time.

And the moment his balls began to constrict with that tell-tell throb and pinch he pulled out with a filthy groan and wrapped his big hand around himself to spurt his come over her pussy, a few ropes coated her clit. But then Y/n scrambled to sit up and she practically dove forward with her mouth wide open, tongue jutted out, and sucked him into her mouth. She placed her hands on his hips and drank him down, moaning around him and sliding her lips down his shaft as far as she could take him.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck me!” Harry rasped out in a deep voice as he placed both palms on her head and rutted inward to let her suck him dry.

When Y/n could tell he’d calmed and he let go of her head she pulled off of him, strings of saliva and come connecting her lips and his cock. It was dirty.

She blinked her bleary eyes up at him, “Why didn’t you come inside of me?”

Harry pulled at her and brought them down to lie on their sides facing one another, “Because that seems a little reckless. Don’t you think?”

She sighed and drew a finger over his swallow tattoos, “I’m on birth control. And… I’ve only had sex with one guy and that was like a year and a half ago. I mean…” she looked up at him with innocent rounded eyes, “I know it’s bad I just wanted to let you do it. Maybe feel it later while I’m in class.”

Harry’s brows shot up at all of this new info.

Looking into her eyes he wrapped his hand around the front of her throat and pressed his mouth to hers. She was gonna be trouble if she was talking like that. Those words… that was every straight man’s fantasy right there.

He parted from the kiss and she gasped as if he’d just given her the headiest kiss she’d ever tasted, “Baby… fuck…” he shook his head and sat up, “That’s… alright. Next time we’ll talk about me filling you up. Preferably before you start to come. Okay?”

She watched him dress himself as she lay in her bed still naked, “So you want a next time?”

Harry let out an incredulous laugh, “I hope there’s a next time. Can’t promise anything. Kind of hard to find moments like these.”

She nodded, his trousers pulled up as he buttoned himself in. Chest still bare and broad and strong.

He grinned when he noticed she was staring at him. He hadn’t been ogled in a long time either. Everything about Y/n was what he’d been missing in his marriage. Which was a fucking shame when he sat and thought about it too much. It was sad that he had to get some of his most basic needs met by someone else. He should have been doing all that with his wife.

But again, there was no remorse or guilt. That hadn’t come yet. He was just going to enjoy the ride while it lasted and hoped he didn’t get caught.

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Hi! I wanna request a story of like kook reader having a crush on Rafe and her friends always warns her about his behaviors but she doesn’t care at all and continues to admire him and he definitely notices it but he’s so nonchalant and cold about it😭😭

rafe cameron was your world. 

if it was up to you, the sun set on him, and the moon awakened when his face came into view. it was cheesy you knew, after all, you had been his neighbour forever, but you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to his behaviour. when either it was his looks or the cocky smile that he had. whatever it was, it was not okay. 

well, you didn't see a problem with it. it was just a crush. just something to smile about sometimes, or think about. that's what you had promised some of your friends. but sometimes your friend mindy would tap your shoulder as she mouthed a soft "no," "no." 

at a certain point, you had become wheezie's babysitter in hopes of getting closer to rafe. it was pathetic you knew, but wheezie was such a sweet girl that you loved it even more. days at tanyhill were filled with finger paintings and fairy tales. sometimes you would go all out and let wheezie cook, although that did entail both of you getting completely covered in flour. and that was how you met him. formally. 

you had been smiling up at wheezie, as she told you the gingerbread cookies looked more crooked than usual. you had batted it off telling her that the two of you just had different styles. still you were covered in flour as rafe walked in. while you did have a small crush on him, you tried to ignore him as much as possible. if he was in a room, you walked out choking, blushing so hard. you were just so shy, you could barely say a word. 

yet here you were on the floor as you giggled with wheezie. the two of you were tired. until a voice rang out. 

"what the hell is going on? the place is a mess. shit." 

you felt your heart race as you got up, while wheezie continued to roll on the floor telling you how this perspective of the world was wicked. finally, rafe came into view, eyes squinted as his eyebrows were furrowed. "who the hell are you?" 

wheezie rolled her eyes, "oh my god, rafe can you be more embarrassing. she's my babysitter?" his expression stayed confused before he shrugged it off walking to the fridge, wheezie scoffed, "damn rafe do you even pay attention-" 

"hey!" he snapped, swinging the fridge open to take out a carton of milk, a warning finger in the air, "don't swear." 

at this wheezie scoffed, putting her hands on her hips, "you do it all the time, i don't know why i can't-"

"wheezie, i'm older than you," he interjected, and then he held the milk carton up to his lips. wheezie winced, making a disgusted face, as she pushed him away from the fridge. rafe stumbled away a satisfied grin on his face, ruffling wheezie's hair.  

"ugh, boys you know," wheezie huffed, closing the fridge door with a bang.  

finally wheezie looked up at you, almost as if she was realising you had said nothing and arched an eyebrow at your expression, placing a comforting pink manicured hand on your shoulder. it was humorous how the 13 year old was trying to make you feel better. her nails were still a shocking neon pink with sparkles. 

"don't feel too bad. rafe is weird." the two of you left it at that before going back to making cookies. 

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"and then he came in, like all khakis, and that hot polo shirt," you giggled into your phone, kicking your feet. your friend mindy made a hurrupted sound on the phone, "i met him, like actually met him. why aren't you as excited about this?" 

suddenly the phone went silent, and you could hear her soft breathing, "i dunno, i mean lets think about this rationally," she sighed out, and you groaned, turning over in bed. this meant that hard truths were going to be told. 

"-okay i know you hate this, but you've babysitting for the camerons for what, two years?" 

"three years," you corrected, before realising your error. 

"yeah, three years and he hasn't noticed you at all? hasn't thought to ask, 'hey who's that rando girl staying in our home dad?' at all? they invited you to the midsommers, and to all of their parties. and he doesn't know you?" 

you winced at that, before you pouted turning back on your back, "listen, i know it sounds bad, but i don't know. it'll happen."  

you didn't think about it too hard, but there was a noticeable shift. you were putting a lot of care into changing into a cute dress, or painting your nails with extra care, or making sure you asked wheezie where he was. you didn't think it was obvious, but one time wheezie brought it up. 

"do you have a crush on rafe?" she asked, stuffing her face with the burger you had made her. 

you were taking a gulp out of your lemonade and almost spat it out, "wheezie! don't ask me things like that." 

she blinked at you innocently, "i don't know what you're talking about. it's a valid question," and then she pouted, "i thought you'd tell me everything about yourself." 

"well, no, i don't have a c-crush on your brother," you sputtered out, glaring at wheezie who gave you a sly grin. she quickly let go of the conversation, and the two of you were arguing over jenga and who had won. 

quickly enough the days passed at the tanyhill, you had settled down into the belief that rafe would not notice you. who cared? you had a nice job, wheezie was a sweetheart and mr. cameron loved having you around. it was perfect all of it, until rafe approached it. 

it was for a frat part you could tell. with his backward cap on, a fitted tee, he looked like a dream. the babysitting shift was over, and you were slowly walking outside only to see rafe revving up his motorcycle. 

you found yourself flushing at the whole scene and murmured out a soft 'bye.' as usual, you were ignored, or maybe you were too quiet, goddamn it you were so stupid-

"hey!" 

you turned around to see rafe cupping his face to yell at you. he had pulled off his helmet to talk to you. 

"hey," you stuttered out, grasping at your tote bag. you looked like a total grandma, with your cardigan, and written-on sneakers, "what's up?" 

"just heading off to a party, and uh," he scratched his head, squinting his eyes before tearing his eyes off his motorcycle to look back at you, "wanna come? it's at like nine." 

"sure! of course. yeah, sure," you blurted out, flushing even more. he regarded you again, a well-natured smile flittering across his face. 

"yea, i'll see you then." 

so there it was. an invitation. rafe cameron had invited you to a party. 

maybe this was a start of something.

[st4rgiirll]

babysitting troubles.

rafe cameron x babysitter!reader.

this has sat in my drafts collecting dust for months, so i hope you enjoy! im definitely doing a draft clear out so keep an eye out!

synopsis: reader needs help babysitting some kids for the weekend and calls her boyfriend rafe, who as never really been good with children, to come and help wrangle these kids, that for some reason refuse to listen to her, into bed. only for her to find out he's better at dealing with them than she is.

you were exhausted. you love kids, you really do, but boy were they tiring. you'd been running around all day after these kids, trying to wrangle them in for a nap before you went out for the afternoon. these kids were proving this task to be quite difficult.

it was only friday, the parents had only been gone a few hours and yet the way these kids were acting you knew the weekend would be a long one. and god, you were not looking forward to it at all.

"oscar! millie! get back here!" you called after the mischievous twins.

the house echoed with the giggles of the partners in crime, along with the pitter patter of their synced footsteps. you let out a sigh of exasperation, running a hand over your face before walking after the two.

you made it into their shared bedroom, spotting the two. "hey, let's get you to-"

and they made their way back downstairs. you groaned, this was aggravating. why couldnt they just be good kids? you walked downstairs, phone in hand as you debated calling the one person who might be able to help with his authoritative vibe.

on one hand, he might scare the kids into cooperation. on the other hand, he hated kids. he might just completely disregard the message and refuse to come and help.

you argued with yourself in your head until ultimately you decided to call him, resting the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you cleaned up the mess of toys they'd made in the living room. you could still hear them running around and giggling but you were too tired to even begin to chase them again.

"hey, sweetness. how's it-" he began.

"rafe cameron. you need to come over now. i need your help." you cut him off, the stress getting to you.

"why? what's wrong? im out with the guys, playin' golf." he explained.

"these kids will not settle. no matter how hard i try, their parents told me about their set nap time which was half an hour ago! they just wont settle, they keep running around and i cannot deal right now. i need your help, they need someone with authority and you're the only person i can think of." you definitely over explained but you felt the need to.

"okay, alright, darlin' i'll be over in a minute, yeah? calm your pretty head down." he hums comfortingly.

when the call cuts off, you let out a sigh of relief. that went surprisingly better than you thought. and so, you continued cleaning the living room as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. before any of your babysitting gigs, you texted your location to him because you never know what could happen and it gave you piece of mind that someone knew where you were.

it only took twenty minutes until the doorbell sounded and of course you bounded up to the door like a kid, almost throwing the door off its hinges at how happy you were to finally have some sort of help with these kids.

"you have no idea how happy i am to see you. these kids have driven me near enough mental." you say exasperatedly, immediately ushering him in.

"anything to help my girl out. where are they?" he asks.

"running about the house, somewhere." as if on cue, the twins revealed themselves to rafe's gaze.

they were curious, that much was clear. "who's you?" oscar asks.

"im rafe, what are your names?" he crouches down to their height, though he still was taller than them.

"im oscar, that's millie. she's shy." oscar explains as his sister buried herself closer into his side.

"don't you two have a nap to get to?" he asks. "tell you what, you play for another ten minutes, then you have to go for your naps. how's that sound?"

the twins nodded, ten minutes seeming like forever to them, and ran off to go play in their play room.

"i said the same thing and yet they still only listen to you." you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

"cause you're too.. soft. i mean, you have this vibe that just seems like you let yourself get walked all over. which i know you dont, of course. but it always seems that way. im just authoritative." he grins, wrapping an arm around you.

"hm, thanks. nice to know." you huff, rolling your eyes but still leaning your head against his shoulder.

the both of you sat down on the couch, just soaking in his presence as the both of you spoke and laughed quietly. it wasnt until rafe checked his wristwatch, standing from his seat and walking towards the play room.

"hey, c'mon. times up, nap time." he says, knocking against the door.

"oh, but rafe-"

"nuh-uh, not buts. we had a deal, c'mon out. now." he orders authoritatively.

the twins sigh, walking out dejectedly. rafe and you walk up to their bedroom, standing by their beds.

"rafe.. can you read us a bedtime story?" millie asks in her meek voice.

"uh, i dont- i mean, y/n would probably be a better pick for reading-"

"no! we want you!" oscar joins in, and that's when rafe's resolve diminished.

he sighed and picked a book to read. almost immediately after he began reading, the twins were snoring away. it was uncanny really. how easily he put the twins to sleep, mirroring how easily he could put you to sleep. not in a mean way, mainly in a comforting way.

he soon put the book away, tucking the twins in and closing the door once finished. you grinned, looking up at the man you've known longer than you havent.

"you'd be an amazing dad, y'know that?" and that was the first time you'd actually managed to render the poor man speechless and flustered.

[princessbrunette]

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woke up thinking about big brother rafe, toddler!wheezie, and babysitter!reader again …

rafe getting jealous when he finds out you babysit other kids. he follows you about the kitchen at tannyhill as you prepare the toddlers lunch, smiling to yourself at his clear jealousy over something so trivial.

“so that’s why you can’t watch wheezie on sunday? who— who’s kid is it? like, who’s the parent?”

“thats confidential information rafe, i’m here every other day this week why does it matter?” you giggle, slicing up baby carrots to fit a toddler sized mouth.

he leans against the countertop, pressing his lips together and lets a silence fall over you for not even a minute. “wheeze is your favourite though right?”

you turn around with an amused smile, holding back your laugh at his pettiness. “what?”

“shes your favourite, right?” he stares at you, dead serious and you lean on one hip.

“of course she is. i’m here the most, aren’t i?”

“right, right… this kid you’re babysitting on sunday, they got any older brothers?”

“rafe, c’mon.” you giggle, a little flustered but you turn back to the counter to continue preparing the food to hide this.

“look, i— i’m just lookin’ out for you, alright? what if you go over there n’there’s some creep waiting for you?” he stresses and you shake your head, warmth blossoming in your chest.

later that day — the three of you head out on rafes boat, and for a little while, out on the open water, rafe drops the big bad bully act and lets his guard down. you watch as he holds his little sister on his hip, steering the boat with the other hand. you can’t hear what he’s saying, but the two of them are giggling. it’s the first time you really see rafe fill the ‘dad’ shoes, and it makes you wonder what it would be like to have your own baby with him. the idea makes your stomach warm and heart flutter.

within the next week or so, you end up at the same party as rafe on one of your free days. it’s the first time you’ve really hung out in a social setting appropriate for people your age, and it feels almost a little weird and awkward at first. as the night goes on and the drinks flow, things get more flirty. he had a super bad day, but with you here — things felt a little better.

rafe steps away to speak to topper for a few minutes, and in that time a total creep comes out of seemingly nowhere and begins to bother you. he talks too close to your face, starts to grab at you, doesn’t take no for an answer— you’re starting to think that you can’t actually escape this, until of course, rafe comes swinging out of nowhere.

but it’s not just a one punch and he’s done, no — rafe beats him bloody, the anger issues and coke and bad day piling up on him as he continuously beats on this guy. maybe he deserves it, sure — but when the guy stops responding and rafe continues to punch and yell, panic settles in your stomach. this guy might just die.

the crowd do nothing to discourage him, drunk and cheering him on as they circle round to watch, one hundred witnesses from every angle. you call his name, but you get ignored. he grips the guys collar, malicious open mouthed grin on his face as he holds him for a moment, looking at his masterpiece.

“rafe you’re gonna kill him!” you shout, trying to be heard over the cheering. he definitely hears, because he glances up at you— the look on his face reading that he just didn’t care. “its not worth it you’ll go to jail!” you feel tears in your eyes at the thought of him not being in the house with you and wheezie anymore. wheezie.

he lifts his fist to strike a final blow, and you holler out once more. “think of wheezie!”

it’s then he freezes, blinks a couple of times — and then just like that he looks around at the scene he’s caused and shoves off onto his feet, walking away. he walks away from the party, infact — he walks all the way home.

maybe he should keep his relationship with you professional, he could have been locked up for life that night. love makes you do crazy things.

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