#babysitter reader

[kaeinvy]

age gap theme for scaramouche? younger readers please 💗😋

𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! + scara ; genshin

contains; fem, dilf scara, babysitter, smut, blowjob, grinding, fingering, spanking, finger sucking, hair pulling, PinV(afab reader), Petnames:doll, baby

notes; I couldn't do two versions, I only did fem</3 too tired and no ideas, agghhh so sorry !^^

HE was the father of the kid that you babysit, his kid. It was good money but he was so hot that you considered being the kid's new parent, I mean. He is so fine, you would look at him and trying to seductiving him.

HE watches you as you take care of his kid, being so doting on the child, you would squeal and dream about Scara. Dreaming about him, touching you all over and teasing you!

HE was the sweetest thing ever, taking care of his kid, gosh it made you feel inlove with him harder and you hoped that he would get harder at the thought of you, and that dream will become a reality.

HE would touch your clothed cunt, his hand rubbing your damp panties, his fingers pressing unto your cunt, he slides your panties to the side before his finger pokes at your wetness. Whispering in your ear, he brings his other finger up to your mouth as you suck on them.

HE smirks and kisses your ear, moves his finger out and in of your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, you gag slightly on his finger and your legs tremble.

HE moves his thumb up to your clit, pushing in his two fingers in you and he stretches in and out of you, preparing your wetness for his dick, you moan and throw your head back. Your eyes slightly rolling back, he stops as you cum on his finger, you bite your lower lip.

HE grabs your hips and lifts you up, lifting you over his dick and his dick aims at your wetness. He pushes down into you, his dick filling you up also he moves in and out of you, he groans into your ear. "Aren't you just a doll, baby?" He whispers while fucking your tight wet cunt.

HE lets out low moans while he fucks into you, his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open, you hold onto his hands, he lets go of your hands before he bends you over his desk, your tits touching the cold desk littered with papers.

HE pounds hard, his palm spanking your ass as he groans and lets out a growl, his hands are aching to spank you some more. "Take it all, doll" he whispers in your ear, he grabs a fist of your hair. Yanking it back as he fucks you, making clapping noises as he does so.

HE kisses your neck and nibbles on it, your hair still in his hand as he bites your neck, marking you as his. It was a good thing that you decided to be a babysitter, you could have never met this handsome man who has a good dick!

HE holds you close, his other groping at your tit as he holds you by it, his other hand furiously rubbings t your clit, pleasuring it also he pleasures you by fucking you, his dick twitching in you.

HE finishes inside inside of you, his dick pumping out his precious semen, his cum filling your cunt up, his white cream inside of you, you let out a moan and smile. "Look at you baby, are you my slut? Of course you are." He says, before he grabs your chin and kisses you roughly.

[emo-shigi]

Home. | T. Fushiguro

Dilf Toji x Babysitter Reader

can i just say that i am very happy to write one last part for this story! thank you so much to everyone that enjoyed it from start to finish. didn't really mean to make it a series.

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WARNING: domestic toji, happy family, soft toji, good father and son relationship, married life, in this universe, megumi is older than tsumiki, time skip, and just a huge load of fluff.

After Toji proposed to you the following week, he took you to sign the papers. In advance, you had told Toji that you didn’t want a big wedding, especially after he spent a good amount during the proposal. Therefore, he agreed with your idea of having a small picnic at home.

Once officially married, things became different for the three of you.

Megumi started to show you off each time there was a festival at his school to his classmates, telling them that you’re his mother. He would also defend you from the rude ladies in the neighborhood that talked bad about you. Megumi also started to be affectionate with you, resting his head on your thighs and talking to your swollen stomach each day he returned from school.

Since the news of your pregnancy, your husband and son have been excited about having a new family member, especially your husband.

Toji has been very protective during your pregnancy, as he doesn’t let you do anything at home that could harm you or the baby. He takes care of cooking, cleaning, and gardening with the help of Megumi.

Each morning your husband would be the first to wake up, letting you sleep in as he knows you haven’t rested enough with the number of kicks the baby throws at night. He heads to the kitchen and starts to make breakfast. Eventually, Megumi wakes up and joins his father as he helps him decorate the pancakes.

“You sure you got this, dumpling?” Toji asks, as his son carefully holds the trait of food.

“I’m a big boy,” Megumi frowns, slowly walking to his parent’s bedroom.

Toji chuckles, “Oh, okay, big guy,” he says.

Megumi shoots his father a look, which means he needs help opening the door. Toji smiles, elaborating as he holds the door for his son to enter. He instructs Megumi to put the trait on his side of the bed so as not to cause any mess.

“Go, wake your mama, dumpling,” Toji instructs, watching his son walk to your side.

Megumi likes to wake you up with kisses. Still, unknowingly to your son, you were already awake, surprising him with a hug. Toji smiles at the scene as his son is laughing, leading him to join the two of you.

“We made you breakfast, Mom,” Megumi smiles, climbing onto the bed.

“You did?” You say, sitting up with the help of your husband.

You glance at the trait and see they made you pancakes with a smiling face from fruit.

“Thank you,” you smile, kissing Megumi’s cheek.

“What about me?” you hear your husband. “You too,” you smile, kissing his lips.

The two of them take turns to feed you, enjoying the time with your favorite boys in bed as y’all eat together and talk. Once done eating, your husband helps you get out of bed. Megumi leaves the room with the empty trait and starts washing the dishes. In the meantime, Toji helps you wash up, as he knows it’s hard with your swollen stomach.

You appreciate your husband’s help. As you know, he’s trying his best. In the beginning, Toji wasn’t good at cooking or cleaning. He had to ask Jin and his wife to give him some cooking lessons while Megumi taught him how to clean.

Yes, your son.

Megumi taught him after Toji messed up the white laundry by making the clothes pink. It was a funny sight to see a small child scold his father.

“Thank you,” you smile at your husband, who’s finishing putting on your fuzzy socks. “Of course, baby,” Toji says, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips.

Your husband helps you sit up and walk out of the bedroom together. You spot Megumi waiting in the living room. “You clean the dishes, dumpling?” Toji asks, seeing the clean dishes from the open kitchen.

“Yeah, and I also put the leftover laundry in the washing machine,” Megumi says, getting a thumbs up from his father.

“All that’s left is to clean the second bathroom,” Toji comments, heading to the kitchen to get the supplies.

“If you want, I could-” you begin to say but get automatically shut down by both your husband and son.

You can’t help but laugh, “Okay, okay, I’ll just join our son in the living room.”

Megumi puts on his favorite show, patiently waiting for you to sit with him on the sofa. Once settling down, he lays his head on your thighs as you play with his hair. Usually, this is how your day starts, but later you head to the garden, talking to the flowers while Megumi waters them.

In the meantime, you and Megumi are in the garden room. Your husband has finished cleaning the restroom and is starting to make dinner. Toji is intensely debating what he wants to make, as his two options are pasta or fried rice. He goes with the pasta, recalling that you have been craving some for the past few days.

Toji hears the back door open, meaning that you and Megumi have returned from the garden room.

“Smells good,” he hears you say, turning to look at you and smile.

He hears tiny footsteps coming his way, already knowing who it is as he takes out the small red stool from the bottom counter. Megumi steps onto the seat, looking over at his father’s arm, seeing him grill some chicken.

“Wanna have a taste?” Toji asks, taking out a piece of chicken with his hands and blowing it to cool it down.

Megumi nods, opening his mouth as his father feeds him. “Taste good?” Toji asks his son, who keeps chewing on the chicken.

Megumi gives his father a thumbs up, getting a chuckle from Toji. “I wanna taste too,” you whine as you put a small flower pot on the table.

Toji laughs, blowing another piece of chicken for you as you patiently open your mouth for him to feed you. You can’t help but moan from the taste as the chicken is seasoned very well.

“Good?” Toji asks from the way you close your eyes.

“More than good,” you exclaimed, opening your eyes as you smiled at your husband. “What are you even making?”

Toji smirks, “Something that you’ve been craving,” he says.

Your husband sees how your eyes sparkle, “Pasta?!” you ask excitedly.

Toji nods as he drains the noodles with a colander in the sink, “That’s right, so why don’t you and the dumpling start setting the table.”

Before you can do anything, Megumi stops you as he tells you to wash your hands first, making you and your husband laugh. Once done washing your hands, you put the napkins on while Megumi puts the cups and utensils. In the meantime, Toji finishes the rest of the pasta, tasting it before turning off the stove.

Megumi brings him the plates, serving everyone a decent amount of pasta. He fills your dish more, knowing your appetite has increased these few weeks. Megumi hands you your plate while Toji brings him and his son to the table. You take the fresh peach juice from the fridge and pour it into each cup.

The three of you eat, talking about the most random things. The dinner ends with some ice cream as Megumi tells the two of you about his dream this morning about two dogs rescuing him during his adventure to find the treasure.

Toji cleans the dirty dishes, smiling from hearing his son and wife giggling secretly. Once done, he joins you, who is now resting in the living room. He sits next to you, pulling your legs on his thighs for you to lie down and massaging your feet.

Megumi puts on a movie to watch and sits comfortably next to his father. As you guys are enjoying the movie, Toji notices how you keep rubbing your eyes to stay awake. Eventually, you fall asleep thirty minutes into the film, which isn’t new to your husband as he knows it’s common during pregnancy. 

Toji carefully removes himself from the sofa, covering you with a blanket. He tells Megumi to watch over you as he leaves the living room and heads to the nursery room that’s still unfinished.

The day Toji bought the small farmhouse, it only came with two bedrooms, a storage room, a small kitchen, and a living room. Now, the storage room is turning into the nursery room as Toji cleaned out the room after the announcement of your pregnancy, which took quite a long time.

He’s been working on the room by painting, decorating, and even putting the new furniture together. Today the room just needed a few touches in decorating the shelves in the wall with stuffed animals and setting the lights in the room. He doesn’t realize it’s nighttime until he hears the door open as he hangs the lights on the wall. He doesn’t need to turn around and see who it is as he knows it’s you.

“Dumpling already went to bed?” Toji asks as he finishes hanging the lights on the wall.

“Yeah, already kissed him goodnight,” you respond, looking around the room.

He finally turns to look at you and smiles as he sees you amazed from the finished room.

“Come here, angel,” Toji says, opening his arms for you.

You don’t hesitate to reach your husband and wrap your arms around him, “You did a great job, hubby,” you whisper.

Toji hums, kissing your neck, getting a giggle from you.

“You are done, right?” You ask, stepping away to look at him. “Yeah, it’s done,” Toji responds, looking at the finished pink room with you.

Toji hears you let out a shaky laugh, making him look over at you, who’s rubbing their swollen stomach.

“Can’t believe it’s happening,” you say, looking at your husband. “Our little sweetheart will be here soon,” you smile at your baby bump.

Toji holds you by the waist, resting one hand on your swollen stomach. You look up and smile at Toji, who kisses your cheek. 

“Our little girl,” Toji whispers, getting a smile from you.

Since the reveal of the gender of your baby, your husband, Toji, was thrilled to find out it was a girl. You remember how much he spent the day you guys went to the mall as he kept buying baby clothes, which is no surprise that he did the same for the nursery room. You lean your head on his chest, getting a kiss on the head from your husband.

“All right, I think it’s time for us to go to bed, sunshine,” Toji says, picking your bridal style as you turn off the light in the nursery room on your way out.

“You locked everything?” Toji asks as he heads towards your shared bedroom, getting a nod.

He carefully puts you down on the bed while he grabs extra pillows for your back, as he knows you get a lot of back pain during the night. Toji leaves the room for a bit as you forget to turn off the lights in the living room. When he returns, he sees you on your side, eyes closed, and breathing calmly. He joins you in bed, taking off his shirt and scooting closer to you.

You turn to look at your husband, “Sorry, did I wake you up?” Toji asks as he rubs your lower back.

You shake your head, moaning as Toji rubs on the spot, causing you much pain. Toji smirks, sitting up and looking down at you. He leans towards you and kisses your neck, getting a smile from you. You turn to look at him, closing your eyes as Toji leans in and kisses your lips softly. Toji smiles as he hears your giggle, pecking your lips a few more times before he kisses your swollen stomach.

He turns off the lights, wrapping an arm around your swollen stomach, wishing you goodnight as he knows you are now fast asleep. Toji smiles as he can’t wait for his baby girl to be born, eyes getting heavier by the minute.

Soon a new member of the family was welcomed, Tsumiki Fushiguro.

❀ * ✾ * ❀ 

It’s been four years since you gave birth to your beautiful baby girl, Tsumiki. And it’s been a beautiful journey for the four of you as things change again for the better. 

To start, your husband, Toji, began working in construction two years ago as a few people in town heard about him building a flower shop for his wife. 

Yes, your shop. 

You didn’t even know about it until he took you out to celebrate your anniversary and surprised you. 

Fushiguro’s Flower Shop.

Now, you sell your flowers in your flower shop and always tell your husband how thankful you are for this beautiful gift. 

Every day you wake up at 6:00 AM to prepare your husband and kid’s lunches, decorating their Bentos in the cutest way you can as you leave sweet notes to each of them. Except for Tsumiki, as she still doesn’t know how to read, you always doodle a cute animal for her. Once you are done, you start making breakfast, which doesn’t take long.

You head to wake up your husband, brushing his bangs and kissing his cheek. 

Toji turns, rubbing his eyes, “Morning..” he says, voice groggy. 

You sit next to him, having Toji rest his head on your thighs and wrap his arms around your waist. 

Toji hums as he feels your hands run through his bareback. The two of you stay like this for five minutes before you tell him he must wash up and eat breakfast, or he’ll be late for work. 

You hear your husband groan as you get up, “I need to wake up the kids,” you laugh. 

Toji sighs, letting you go before he smacks your ass, getting a squeal from you. 

“Toji!” you yell, glaring at your husband, who smirks as he gets up and heads to the bathroom. 

You shake your head, exiting and heading to Megumi’s room. You smile as you see your son awake, sitting on the bed while squinting his eyes from the light. 

“Breakfast is ready, sweetheart,” you tell him, getting a nod from your son. 

You close the door, heading to Tsumiki’s room next door. “My pretty baby~” you sing, kneeling as you gently shake her. 

“M-Mama?” Tsumiki asks, rubbing her eyes. 

“It’s time to get up,” you gently say, getting a nod from your daughter. “Let’s go brush our teeth and freshen up, alright?”

Tsumiki stands up on her bed, wrapping her arms around your neck. You smile, carrying your daughter to the second bathroom where Megumi is brushing his teeth. Your son pulls out the red stool for you to set up Tsumiki. 

You put on some music as it entertains your daughter when brushing her teeth and washing up. Tsumiki begins to dance while you pretend to sing with your toothbrush in the microphone. Meanwhile, Megumi bops his head to the music before he finishes up and leaves the bathroom.

Tsumiki smiles big as she brushes her teeth while you guide her to clean correctly inside. Once done brushing, you watch her splash water on her face as she giggles.

“Mama, you too,” she says. 

You nod, splashing water on your face as your daughter giggles. You dry each other faces with a towel before you take her to her room to dress her in her school uniform. 

“What hairstyle do you want today, honey?” you ask her as your daughter thinks. 

“Ponytail with a pink bow!” Tsumiki exclaims, getting a smile from you. 

“Okay,” you smile, brushing her hair.

Toji prepares by putting on his work uniform and checking if he has all his tools in his truck before leaving. He returns to the house and sees his son and daughter are already at the table, dressed in their school uniform. 

“Papa, do I look pretty?” Tsumiki asks as he shows her father her hair. “The prettiest,” Toji smiles, kissing her head.

“Mama, did it,” Tsumiki smiles, sitting back in her seat. “And where’s your mama?” Toji asks, sitting down at the table. 

“Getting ready,” Megumi answers. 

They hear your footsteps, “Oh my darlings, you didn’t have to wait for me to eat,” you say as you see their untouched breakfast. 

Toji’s eyes widened, choking on his coffee. You are wearing a white sundress that brings out your curves.

So damn beautiful.

He should be used to seeing you wearing sundresses as the weather is always warm, but you always take his breath away each time. 

“You look very pretty, mama,” Tsumiki happily says, eyes sparkling. “Thank you, sweetie,” you smile, hugging her as she stands on her chair. 

“And we wanted to eat together,” Megumi says, making you kiss his head. 

You sit next to your husband, and everyone starts eating. Toji rests his hand on your thigh, getting your attention. You look over at him and see that he wants to tell you something, so you lean in. 

“You look so gorgeous,” he whispers, making you blush. “Thank you, handsome,” you say, getting a smile from your husband. 

Toji kisses your cheek before eating breakfast while you do the same. Toji finishes his meal quickly as it’s time to head to work. He kisses his son and daughter goodbye as they are busy eating. You walk him to the front door, holding his bento as he puts on his boots. 

He stands up face to face with you, “Okay. I’ll see you later in the day, baby,” Toji smiles, getting a nod from you.

“Kiss me goodbye,” Toji whines, making you smile as you passionately kiss his lips. “One more kiss,” he breathes out while you comply with his request. 

You watch him from outside, waving goodbye as he leaves the house on his truck. Once you head inside, Megumi has already cleaned the dishes and put Tsumiki’s backpack on her. 

“Mom, I’m heading out,” Megumi says as he puts on his shoes. 

“Okay, but don’t forget about picking up your sister after school, and did you pack your lunch?” you ask, getting a nod from your son. 

“Don’t worry, I already got it, and I won’t forget,” Megumi smiles, waving goodbye as you see his friends waiting outside. 

You would grab your yellow cardigan, bag, and keys before you check if Megumi packed Tsumiki’s lunch, which he did. You put on your daughter’s shoes and yours, opening the door and locking it. Tsumiki holds your hand as you walk to the preschool your daughter attends. 

“Okay, honey, I hope you have a good day, and remember that your brother is going to pick you up after school,” you say as y’all reach her school. 

“Bye, mama,” Tsumiki smiles, hugging you. “Bye, sweetie, I love you,” you say, hugging her back and kissing her on the forehead. 

You wave goodbye to her, watching as she runs to her friends. You continue walking as you’re heading to your shop, that’s not too far away. You always open at 9:00 AM as it gives you time to prepare everything and put out the decorated chalkboard sign outside. The day always starts slow, but it is during noon that people start requesting, resulting in you being in a rush.  

Before you know the day is almost over, you check your watch and notice that your kids should arrive at the shop any minute. You hear the bell ring, “Mama!” Tsumiki yells, running towards you. 

You carry her, kissing her cheeks. “Had a good day at school?” you ask. 

“Yes, look what I drew,” she excitedly says, showing you her drawing. “Wow…” you say, admiring the stick figures that present the whole family. 

“This needs to be hung in our fridge,” you comment, which excites your daughter. 

You put her down and walk to your son, “How was practice?” you ask. 

“Exhausting, but I got the vote as captain?” He questions his last words, leading you to hug him. 

“Sweetheart, that’s such great news! Your father will be proud to hear this during dinner,” you tell your son, who shyly smiles.

“Yeah… are you almost done?” He asks, changing the topic. “Just have one big order to do, and I’m done for the day but don’t worry about helping me. Go relax in the back room with your sister,” you smile. 

Megumi hesitates but accepts your offer as Tsumiki tells him to play with her. You start working on the last order, as it’s the biggest one you’ve gotten all day, and it will take some time. Also, the lady that called wanted them ready once she got there. You barely complete them on time as the customer arrives a few minutes later. And true to her words, she right away demanded her order. 

It’s very rare to get rude customers. Still, when you do, you try to not cause any issues because the last time your husband was there when a customer insulted you, let’s just say it didn’t end well for them.

But most of them are sweet, which you think it’s why your shop has been very successful. Toji believes you’re the reason for the shop’s success, resulting in you saying it’s because of him for building it. This always leads you guys to go back and forth on this.

Even though you don’t make as much as your husband, it makes you happy that you can help him when y’all are tight on money with what you make at the shop. The two of you love supporting one another in anything, and you know Toji has been doing a lot for you these past years, and you wanna do the most that you can for him as well.

“Let’s go home, darlings,” you say as you walk into the back room, seeing your daughter and son coloring. 

Tsumiki packs her markers and crayons, checking twice if she has everything before she runs outside with Megumi. 

You lock the store door, reaching for the top gate with no success. It is then that Megumi steps in and gets the gate, sliding it down before he puts on the lock and locks it with the key. Once he’s done, he turns back and sees you smiling at him, “What? What’s wrong?” he asks.

You shake your head, “Nothing, let’s hurry home because your father will be arriving soon, and I gotta make dinner.”

Megumi nods, holding his sister’s hand while you hold the other. The two of you start to swing Tsumiki each time you guys take a step, getting a giggle from the little girl.

❀ * ✾ * ❀

After getting the mail and unlocking the door to the house, Tsumiki quickly runs inside, taking off her shoes. Megumi sighs as he fixes Tsumiki’s shoes before taking off his. 

“I’ll be in my room,” Megumi says as he heads. 

“Okay, sweetheart,” you yell back. 

Earlier on the way home, your son mentioned how his homeroom teacher assigned a lot of homework due tomorrow, which explains the sudden urgency to be in his room.

In the meantime, you remove your flats and put on your slippers, heading to the kitchen to start dinner. Your daughter has turned on the TV and put on her cartoons as she comfortably sits on the sofa. You begin to wash your hands and cut the fresh oranges you picked out yesterday with your husband into slices, putting them on a pink and blue plate. 

You head toward your son’s room, where you find Megumi on his study desk with many papers scattered. He turns around and smiles as he sees the plates of orange slices. You place the blue container on the desk and kiss his head. 

“Thanks, mom,” Megumi whispers. 

You nod, exiting the room quietly and heading to the living room with the pink plate. You find your daughter laughing at the characters from the TV show, making you shake your head. 

“Here, sweetie,” you say, handing her the pink plate. “Oranges! Thank you, mama!”

You smile, kissing her cheek before you head back to the kitchen. However, you don’t get to go too far because soon the house phone rings. 

“Hello?” You say, picking up the phone. 

“Sunshine..” you hear your husband whisper, alerting you that something is wrong.

“Toji? Is everything okay? Did you get hurt at work?!” you begin to ask multiple questions, getting a chuckle from your husband.

“I’m fine, baby,” you hear him say with a smile through the phone. “Just calling to let you know I might be coming home late.”

“Someone messed up the measurements, and they want me to fix them,” Toji explains. 

“Oh,” you say, still feeling something off. “Love, are you okay?”

It takes a while for your husband to respond, but you patiently wait. 

“I had a terrible day!” you hear Toji yell on the phone. “I don’t wanna fucking stay just because some dumbass doesn’t know how to count.”

“I just wanted to come home and be with my family,” he whispers enough for you to hear through the phone.

You smile, already picturing a grumpy Toji, “Then come home as fast as you can, love,” you say. 

“I will,” Toji assures you. “To make your day a bit better, how about I make your favorite dish just enough for leftovers,” you suggest, hearing your husband hum. 

“God, you’re the best,” Toji smiles, hearing your soft giggles on the phone. “I know,” you respond.

“I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” Toji says. “Okay, love you,” you say. 

“Love you too,” your husband says before hanging up. 

You return the phone and start dinner, as Toji’s favorite dish takes time. You remove the items you need from the fridge and wash the vegetables you’ll use. You’re making the dish Gyudon, one of your husband’s favorites. 

“Mama, I wanna help,” Tsumiki smiles, entering the kitchen and putting the empty pink plate in the sink. 

“Then go grab the red stool, honey,” you intrust, getting a squeal from your daughter, who runs to the bathroom to get the stool. 

In the meantime, you grab the pink aprons hanging on the wall for yourself and your daughter. Tsumiki returns with a red stool, setting it where you are standing. 

“Mama, I’m ready,” Tsumiki says, standing on the stool for you to put on the pink apron for her. 

You wrap the apron strings around your daughter, adjusting it to suit her. Tsumiki smiles at you as you put on your pink apron, 

“Ready?” you ask, getting a nod. 

“You’re going to help me by chopping these green peppers, okay?” You instruct, getting the safety knife that your daughter uses. “Okay, mama,” Tsumiki smiles.

You set the items on the counter for her and then season the meat. “Mama, like this?” Tsumiki asks, showing you the chopped peppers. 

“Yeah, you’re doing a good job, sweetie,” you smile, getting a giggle from her. 

You turn on the stove, splashing oil and letting it warm up. In the meantime, you grab some garlic and onion to cut. You also start washing the rice and putting it in the rice cooker. 

“Mama, finish,” Tsumiki smiles, showing the finished chopped green peppers. “Perfect! You did such a wonderful job, sweetie,” you smile, taking the green peppers away from her. 

You start grilling the meat and marinating it with soy sauce and sugar. Once the meat turns a nice golden brown, you toss the chopped garlic, onion, and green peppers, letting it cook before lowering the heat. Megumi comes out of his room with the empty plate, heading to the sink and washing his and Tsumiki’s plate. 

“Is there something I can help with as well?” Megumi asks, looking at you. “Check the rice for me, please?” you ask as you stir the meat. 

Megumi nods, opening the finished rice cooker and checking if the rice needs more time. “It looks ready, mom,” your son tells you. 

“Okay, thank you, darling,” you smile. “Do you want me to start serving the rice or…” Megumi trails off, unsure of what to do. 

You shake your head, “Not right now, just maybe set the table for me,” you say, getting a nod from your son. 

“I’ll help you, big brother,” Tsumiki smiles, running to Megumi and grabbing the cups from his hands. 

As your kids set the table, you grab the four colorful bowls and put them next to the rice cooker. 

“Dinner will be served once your father gets here, so thank you for helping me, my wonderful children,” you smile, hugging them. 

Megumi and Tsumiki hug you before returning to what they were doing earlier. You start to clean the dirty dishes and put the dry ones away. You don’t hear the front door open until your daughter is screaming. 

“Papa is home! Mama!” Tsumiki yells, jumping off the sofa to greet her father and running to the front door. 

Toji removes his boots just in time to catch his daughter running toward him. “How’s my princess?” Toji asks, picking up his daughter and kissing her cheek.

“Good, I colored, ate some oranges, and helped mama cook,” Tsumiki proudly says, getting a smile from her father. 

“Your brother?” Toji asks as he starts to walk inside the house. “Room doing homework,” Tsumiki answers.

Toji spots you in the sink, washing a few cutting boards. “And mama is in the kitchen,” Tsumiki says, getting a nod from her father. 

The two enter the kitchen, seeing you with the pink apron as you stir the meat. “Mama! Papa is home,” Tsumiki yells, making you turn around and smile at the two of them. 

You walk over to your husband, who’s putting down your daughter, telling her to let her brother know he’s home.

“Hey,” you smile at your husband, who quickly wraps his arms around your waist.

Toji breathes in your scent, letting out a satisfying sigh. He starts to hold you tight, rubbing his nose on your neck. You smile, rubbing his back for a few seconds before letting go. 

“Welcome home,” you smile, getting a peck on the lips. “I’m home, sunshine,” Toji breathes out, looking directly at you, admiring you.

“Papa is home, so you gotta say hi,” you both hear your daughter say down the hall. 

Both your children enter the kitchen, getting the attention of the two of you. Megumi looks at his father and gives him a simple greeting that your daughter disapproves of. “No, no, no. You gotta hug papa!” Tsumiki argues, pushing Megumi towards Toji, who’s waiting with open arms for his hug. 

Megumi groans, walking up to his father and hugging him. You giggle as you notice your son’s pink cheeks, finding them adorable. Megumi is now at the stage where he’s too shy to be affectionate with his father and sometimes even with you, while you find it cute. 

Tsumiki smiles, joining them in the hug, which results in them looking over towards you to join. You laugh, making your way toward them and joining the group hug that has everyone smiling. 

“Your father needs to wash up,” you say as you let go of them. “Papa stinks?” Tsumiki asks, getting a laugh from Megumi. 

“Yes, and that’s gross,” you playfully say, resulting in your daughter making a face. “Hey!” your husband yells, making his two kids and you giggle. 

Toji can’t help but smile at the scene of his family laughing. He leaves the kitchen to shower, still hearing the giggles, making him shake his head. 

“Go wash your hands, you two, because I’m gonna start serving,” you instruct. “Okay, mama,” Tsumiki smiles, holding her brother’s hand as they head to the bathroom. 

“Take her apron off, please!” you yell down the hall for your son to hear. 

You start to serve the rice in the bowls, setting a good amount of the meat on them with the vegetables as you decorate them nicely. You place the serving bowls on the table, pulling out the fresh lemon juice from the fridge as you fill the empty cups. 

“Mom, here,” you hear Megumi says as he hands you the pink apron. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you smile, taking off yours and hanging them on the wall. 

“Dinner is served, so you guys can sit down and eat,” you say, turning off the stove. “Smells good,” you hear Toji says, making you turn to look at your husband, whose hair is wet. 

You frown, “Toji, what did I tell you about drying your hair properly, or you’ll get sick,” you say, walking up to him as you take the towel around his neck and dry his wet hair.

“Sorry… I forgot,” Toji smiles, only for you to shake your head. 

Megumi and Tsumiki look at each other as they both know that their father is lying about forgetting and doing it on purpose for you to do it for him. “Okay, done,” you say, putting the towel on his chair. “Thank you, angel,” Toji smiles, making you chuckle before sitting at the table and eating. 

Dinner always ends with everyone sharing their days and any sort of news. Megumi just finished telling your husband about being captain of his soccer team, getting many compliments. You notice the slight smile your son has the whole dinner, making you give your son a thumbs up in return, making him chuckle. 

Meanwhile, Tsumiki starts to tell your husband what she did at school, getting exaggerated reactions from Toji that make your daughter continue to explain with such excitement. “What about you, baby? How was your day at the flower shop?” 

“It was good, busy but not too much work like other days,” you explain, getting a hum from your husband. “I’ll ask you about your day… but I already know it wasn’t good.”

Toji chuckles, “Yeah… but it got better by being with my family and eating my favorite dish,” he says, making you smile. 

You feel a hand on your thigh, making you look at your husband and kiss his cheek. Tsumiki claps, doing the same as she kisses Megumi’s cheek. You and your husband laugh at your son’s surprised expression. 

Once everyone is done eating, Megumi helps you clean the dishes while you put things away. Tsumiki doesn’t waste time dragging her father to her room to play tea party, which always ends with Toji wearing a dress. You and Megumi laugh as you join them after cleaning the kitchen is a funny sight. 

And yes, only your husband needs to put on the dress. 

The four of you always play together, leading to many giggles throughout the night. You fix your crown, sipping the fake tea as you stick your pinky out. “More tea, my prince?” Tsumiki asks Megumi.

“Yes, princess,” Megumi smiles, bowing before sipping his cup. “And your buttercup princess?”

Toji sighs, “Why, of course, my lovely queen,” he happily says, making you giggle.

“Should I bring the cookies, madam?” you ask, getting an approval nod from your daughter. 

You get up to get the cookie toys, putting them in a tray. You are about to head back, but a specific picture captures your eyes, making you grab it and softly smile at it. It’s Tsumiki’s baby picture, where she’s on the bed, sitting in a diaper, looking so chubby. 

“Mama?” Tsumiki calls out, snapping your thoughts. “Coming,” you say, grabbing the toys and taking the picture with you. 

You place the cookie toys on the table, sit back on your chair, and look carefully at the picture. Toji notices how you’re smiling at something, “What you got there?” he asks, getting you to look up. 

You smile, handing him the photo. “It was between her toys,” you say, getting your kids’ attention. 

Toji smiles as he looks at the photo, “My princess was so small here,” he says. 

“That’s me?” Tsumiki asks, looking over at the photo. “Yeah, when you were a tiny baby,” you say.

“Big brother, was this tiny too?” Tsumiki asks. “He was, but chubbier,” Toji comments, making you laugh. 

“I wanna see a tiny big brother,” Tsumiki says, looking over at you. “No, you don’t,” Megumi argues, looking at Tsumiki’s baby photo.

Toji smiles, leaving the room to get a baby photo of Megumi. “Look, this is your big brother,” your husband says as he returns. 

“Hehe, big brother is cute and fluffy,” Tsumiki comments as she looks at the photo of baby Megumi on the floor, smiling.

Megumi groans as he looks over at the photo. “Mama, look,” Tsumiki says, moving towards you to see. 

You take the photo from her and look at it with a smile, “So freaking adorable,” you say, looking over at your son, who’s blushing.

Toji notices how you keep looking at the photo, tracing your fingers before you look at Tsumiki’s picture doing the same thing. Your daughter yawns, rubbing her eyes, which lets you know she’s sleepy.

“Come on, baby, let’s get your bath ready,” you say, picking up Tsumiki, who nods.

You put the photos down and grab her pajamas and towel before the two of you head out. Megumi is helping your husband get out of the princess dress, which takes quite a time. He gets him out because you see him resting on the door frame once you bathe your daughter.

“Who’s ready for storytime?” Toji asks, getting a smile from your daughter. “Me!” Tsumiki yells, lifting her arm.

While your husband reads your daughter a bedtime story, you head to your bedroom and clean yourself. Once you are done, you head to your daughter’s room and see that your husband has just finished the story. 

“Goodnight, princess,” Toji whispers, kissing your daughter’s forehead. 

You smile, waiting for him at the door. “Such a good father,” you whisper, kissing his lips. 

“Dumpling asleep?” he asks. “I am not sure,” you say, walking to your son’s room. 

Both you and Toji look at each other and smile at the scene in front of y’all. The two of you are met with Megumi sleeping on his desk, softly snoring, looking peaceful. 

Toji heads toward his son and carries him. “Dumpling… you got heavy,” he whispers, putting his son on his bed and covering him with a blanket. 

You walk over to your son and kiss his forehead. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” you whisper. 

Your husband closes the door, “Now let’s head to bed as well,” he says, holding your waist. “You locked everything?” Toji asks, getting a nod from you. 

“Just need to turn off the lights,” he says, letting you go to switch the lights off. “Alright, bedtime,” Toji smiles, holding your waist again as you both head to y’all bedroom. 

Toji turns on the lamp from his side, taking his glasses from his nightstand and putting them on. He lies on the bed, takes out his journal, and marks things down. Meanwhile, you lay down, looking blankly at the ceiling. Your husband notices that you are spacing out, having him put his journal and glasses back inside the nightstand. 

“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?” he asks, looking over at you. 

Toji moves closer to you, pulling you towards him. “Sunshine? You okay?” he asks, getting worried by your silence. 

You nod your head, “Just thinking…” you respond. 

“About?” Toji asks, kissing your shoulder. 

You sigh, finally looking at him and hiding in his broad chest. “Our precious children,” you mumble, which your husband understands.

Toji kisses your head, making you look up at him. “What about our kids?” he asks, brushing a string of hair away from your face. 

“How fast they have grown up…” you whisper, thinking about the baby photos.

Toji hums, letting you continue to speak as he knows you’re not finished. “Megumi is already in middle school, and our baby girl started pre-school this year… just crazy how time goes by fast….” you breathe out.

“Those baby photos just hit hard… from how tiny and chubby they look back then,” you smile, looking at your husband. 

“Especially Megumi’s, as I could die seeing him as a baby.”

“Toji?” you call at him, caressing his cheek. He looks at you and takes your hand as he kisses it. 

“Let’s have another one,” he responds, making you look at him like he’s crazy. “I’m serious. Let’s have another dumpling.”

You sit up, and your husband follows. “We don’t even have space in the house for another baby,” you explain, and your husband smirks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll build a room, and I’m serious,” Toji says, looking directly at you. “I-I… “ 

Toji smiles, holding your hand. “Look, I am not forcing you. I’m letting you know that I approve of having another baby if you ever want one. I know we never talked about having more kids, but I don’t mind having a big family,” he softly says, kissing your knuckles.

You wrap your arms around your husband’s neck, feeling his arms on your waist. You rest your head on his chest, “I do want another one,” you whisper. 

“And I hope it’s a boy.”

Toji kisses your neck, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s a boy,” he whispers, sucking on your neck.

“T-Toji,” you moan, feeling your husband’s trail of kisses. “You wanna do it now?”

Toji lifts you and sets you on his lap, “Well, we gotta start at some point, and I think the sooner, the better,” he comments, taking off your shorts. 

“B-But the kids are asleep….” you whine as your husband squeezes the flesh of your ass. 

“Then you better keep it down because we have a busy night, baby,” he smirks, kissing your lips as he lays you down on the bed. 

And true to his words, it was a busy night as the two of you went at it till morning. You couldn’t open the shop because you couldn’t get out of bed. That wasn’t the worst part, but your daughter kept asking, “Why is mama sick?” “I heard a lot of voices at night. Was it a monster?” 

Although all of this, Toji did not stop completing his mission of getting you pregnant. He would ask his friend Jin and his wife if they could watch over the kids or let them sleep over for a few nights. Eventually, it all stopped when you announced your pregnancy to the whole family. 

“I’m gonna be a big sister!” Tsumiki smiles, hugging you and kissing you. 

“Hope it’s a boy,” Megumi excitedly says, looking over at you and his father. 

“Us too,” you say, rubbing your stomach. “It is,” Toji exclaims, holding you by the waist.

And he was right because soon, Sora Fushiguro was born, making you five. Well, maybe seven, as two new members are now part of the family, which are Megumi’s new dogs your husband gifted. 

You smile, watching your kids play with the dogs with the water hose. 

“They’re having fun, huh?” your husband says. 

You look over at him, who’s carrying your tiny chubby baby. 

“Yeah,” you laugh. 

You smile, taking Sora from your husband and kissing his chubby cheek. Toji kisses your head, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“I love you,” he whispers, making you giggle. 

“I love you too,” you smile, kissing his lips before you continue to watch your children play with the dogs.

I’m so happy.

Me too.

[sleepershell]

But You

word count: 2538

summary: after months of babysitting for Steve Harrington, you catch him in a soft moment and the two of you finally do what you've been craving to do

pairing: f!babysitter!reader x dilf!steve

content: fluff, angst, age gap, jokes, smut, cunnilingus

You’d been his babysitter for a few months, watching over little junior on the occasional evenings Mr. Harrington (Steve? You still weren’t sure what to call him) went out. Most times the routine was the same, you’d be paid for the full four hours he’d hired you for, but he’d never last longer than two. It seemed rude to pry but, eventually, the ice was broken. One of those rare nights you’d actually gotten junior to bed before Mr. Harrington’s arrival, he came in and promptly opened a can of beer while counting out the bills to hand you. And then he sighed, and said it hadn’t gone well. You’d nodded, scrunched your mouth up in a look of friendly pity. It hadn’t been so clear what the right thing to say was, so you’d lingered just a little longer than usual, sitting in the heavy silence.

So you were shocked on the late November evening that Mr. Harrington remained out far past the time you’d put junior to bed, leaving you almost dozing as you watched Seinfeld reruns on his couch. When the clock read eleven, you muttered an impressed “go Mr Harrington,” thinking the date must’ve gone well. There was a gnawing in your gut, one that you wished would go away. But you could never get out of your head those threads of memory that stirred something inside you. The heat of his hand when it brushed yours to hand you cash, the mole on that slip of skin you could see when he lifted his arms to stretch, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke to his son… All your friends teased you for having a crush on the guy you babysat for to make some extra cash. And while it was probably pathetic and ridiculous, you didn’t want to give it up.

Sometime around midnight the door clattered open. You pursed your mouth, prepared to wolf whistle at his apparent success, but the light mood was broken when your gaze landed on him. His eyes were downcast and there was no joy on his face. His entrance to the living room was accompanied by the wafting smell of alcohol. Not his usual cheap beer, the smell of liquor, maybe whiskey? You stood, taking a step to meet him.

“Mr. Harrington, are you alright?”

“Steve.” He gritted, rubbing his eyes with a heavy hand.

“Right, er, Steve…” it felt intrusive to repeat the question, but he’d leaned onto the island between the living room and kitchen, his back facing you. “It’s late?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll, uh, I’ll pay you more than usual.”

“No, it isn’t that.” He hadn’t moved, so you took a few steps closer, not quite close enough to put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just realizing I’m probably going to screw up every date I ever go on,” he straightened up, meeting you with a sarcastic nod, “but yeah, totally okay.”

You blinked at him. You’d heard sarcasm from him before but never meanness.

He deflated, all the air in his chest leaving him in a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, y/n, I’m being a dick.” He shook his head at himself, walking around to the other side of the island, toward the fridge. “Do you want a beer?”

“Sure.” You placed your palms on the island. Most nights you’d say no, knowing that he was only asking to be polite as he got one of his own. That night, a deep sadness exuded from him. And maybe he needed a friend, you thought. You were halfway through the can before you decided to break the silence. “What happened?”

He shrugged, exasperated. “The same thing as always.”

“So, she didn’t like you?” You asked, hoping to rip through the pain as easily as one could, like a band-aid.

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “No. She liked me.”

“Oh.” You took a sip of beer. “You didn’t like her?”

“No, she was fine.” He approached the fridge. “Real pretty, and smart.”

He placed another beer next to you before cracking his own, despite you having more than a third of the first one left.

“Well, what, then? Did something happen?” He’d clearly been out much later and been either at someone’s home or a bar. “Was the sex bad?"

He choked on his beer, looked at you wide-eyed. Then, slowly, “You think I’m having sex with all these women?”

You shrugged, nodded your head. Didn’t feel right to add that you thought he only got that far sometimes.

“Well, as much as that flatters me, no. I’m not.”

“Why not?” He was hot, relatively well off, and funny. It made no sense why he’d struggle making it with the ladies. He wasn’t even really that old—only thirty-six.

“Well,” he turned to you, his face animated as though he had so much to say, but then stopped. Stopped so abruptly that his mouth hung slightly open. “Well, I don’t know.”

“Is it because you can’t bring them here?”

“Of course not. They usually want to have a nightcap at their house. Or a hotel.”

“And you say… no?” He was really starting to confuse you.

“Well, yeah, I just tell them I have to get back because the babysitter has to go home.”

“But I never have to go home. I could do overnights, if that helps. I’m sorry if you’ve been afraid to ask me.” Your words came out too fast.

“I know. No, I-“ he sighed again, leaned an arm against the counter and the other hand on his hip. “It’s an excuse.”

“Thanks for this.” You were opening your second beer. “Why don’t you want to sleep with them?”

“They’re just, I don’t know, I used to have no problem but since I’ve had to have a sitter for junior it just…” he made a waving gesture, “complicates things.”

The way his eyes looked slightly up at you from under his brow—something was different. You felt like his eyes were seeing way more of you than usual. A prickling heat rose up your neck, between your thighs. It couldn’t be that he… “I don’t understand.”

“Ah fuck, nevermind, y/n, I’m s—I’m sorry I let myself unload on you like that I’m just having a rough night. Thanks for getting junior to bed.” He leaned back against the counter and was looking worse for wear. Tired, and you could tell these beers were closer to his last than his first.

You felt the absence of his penetrating gaze so fully that you reached out. Placed a hand on his arm.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, face gone pale. And then he took off toward the bathroom to unload the night’s debauchery. You followed with a cup of water. He was on the cream tiled floor, flushing just as you approached. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t done this in years. You should go home.”

Instead you sat down on the closed toilet lid, extended the glass to him. “I put junior to bed, I can put you to bed, too, Mr. Ha— Steve.” He groaned, leaning his head on the lip of the pedestal sink.

He protested but let you follow him to his room. It was messier than you’d expected. The rest of the house was always pretty tidy but he had clothes strewn about and on the floor. It was a bad idea, you knew. You were stepping into the bedroom of your employer that you had the major hots for. But he was letting you, and seemed maybe like he was looking for the same thing. As you stared in wonder at the room you’d never let yourself peek into, Steve plopped onto his bed.

“Is that how you sleep?” You asked.

“Huh?” He looked down at himself. Then back up at you. “No.”

This was a turning point. You could turn back. It was probably the last chance before you ran the risk of losing your weekend gig with the sweetest kid and his sweetest dad and the best pay. But the beer was warm in your belly, and you didn’t drink often, which made your brain feel all the more beautiful and fuzzy when you did.

“You should get comfortable.”

Slowly and with a frown, as if he expected at any moment you would yell at him to stop, he pulled off his sweater and the t-shirt below it at once. He was fit, as though he’d once been really lean but had gained an extra covering of flesh. It was nice. And his chest was harrier than you’d expected—very 70s. Then he dropped and kicked away the jeans he’d been wearing, leaving him in his boxers. You nodded at the bed, and he climbed under the comforter. A weight lingered in your gut, heavy mass of all the fear your body wanted you to feel. But your mind was so light and happy, and you wanted to, so you stepped forward, dropped your own jeans to the ground, and climbed into the bed next to him. Clad in the huge t-shirt you’d worn, you were still hidden from sight but the message you’d given was very, very clear: you can do me now, Mr. Harrington.

One hand rested over his eyes as you laid side by side, both facing the white ceiling above.

“I still don’t understand why you don’t sleep with your dates.”

He groaned, moved his hand and turned onto his side to look at you. His sleepy gaze pinned you where you were, only your face turned to look at him. Touch me, touch me, touch me, your skin screamed.

“I can’t sleep with them. I can’t when I know I’m coming home to you.”

“Steve.” You reached up a hand, brushed one finger along his bottom lip. His eyes closed at the contact. You moved your hand down, dipping below the covers, and found his hardness there, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He sucked in a breath.

“Y/n, don’t… you don’t have to—“

“Jesus, shut up Steve.” His eyes went wide. You’d never spoken to him like that. Of course you hadn’t, you were his babysitter. “I want to.”

His eyes searched as you turned toward him, letting your hand press into him while the other found his chest. You could feel the whorls of hair there, softer than you’d have expected. His cock, on the other hand, was so hard and so hot. He ground into your hand at the contact, and then lost whatever composure he must’ve been maintaining even while drunk.

“Fuck, I want you.” His hand were like fire trailing down your waist, catching on you like tinder, grabbing tight. And then they climbed up, grasping your tits. He groaned, brows raised and looked at you in surprise at the lack of barrier. As if he hadn’t ever noticed that you never wore a bra to babysit at the Harrington’s, when you knew damn well he had. Your t-shirt was a pile on the floor seconds later, and his hands splayed on your back, holding your chest to his face. He was so involved with them that he didn’t seem to notice when he sucked just hard enough to elicit your mewling. He held tight as his tongue flicked against the hard point of your nipple. “So soft.”

And then he was trailing down the plane of your stomach below the comforter, toward the part of you that was pressed now between your thighs in anticipation of the pleasure. And then he stilled and stopped. And started to laugh.

“Steve, what’s going on?” You whined. Oh god, your stomach dropped, what was so ugly that he was laughing?

“Well, I’m kind of concerned. You know it isn’t Monday, right?” He poked his head out from below the covers, looking smug.

“Oh god.” You plopped your hands over your face. You’d stupidly thought it was safe to wear a not-cute pair of panties today, opting for the clean “Monday” pair, which was white with green flowers printed on it.

“No, I like it.” He tucked a finger under the elastic, ran it between the edge and your skin. “It’s cute.”

You wanted to protest, but then his face was pressed to the white and green cotton, hard. He breathed deeply, sucking in the smell of you and providing enough pressure to bring you right back to attention.

“You smell so good.” He crooned, and started to tug the garment off you.

“Steve I’m, er, I didn’t shave.” You said, voice small.

He poked back out, flashing a toothy smirking. “That’s great, I love bush.” And winked. Jesus, what an idiot.

Your legs were gently, fuck, so gently, spread, and there was a moment free of sensation. Desire stirred at your core. He was looking right at it.

“So beautiful.” His voice made a sound escape your throat. A finger ran over your slit. “And so wet.”

His mouth was insane. He kissed your cunt up and down with a reverence you would have imagined to be reserved for spiritual practices. He breathed you in, each time with a groan, placing kisses on your thighs and folds until you thought you were going to burst. And then, just a moment before you would’ve begun to beg for it, he ran his tongue lightly over your clit, and your legs spasmed in response.

You reached above your head to grasp the wooden headboard and screwed your eyes shut as Steve responded to your movements. He was so in tune with your cries, kept steady when you squirmed, moved on when you’d gone more quiet. There was a building pressure coiling in your pelvis somewhere, tightening with every minute that he languorously stroked at the point of sensation in you. Your panting intensified as the coil neared the point of snapping. And then you heard Steve fucking Harrington’s ridiculous moan, and it all let go. All of the pent up pleasure released like a flood through your every limb. You thrust your hips forward, chasing the orgasm for as long as the wave would carry you. And when it was over, you lay in its wake, panting still.

You were distantly aware of Steve standing up, putting on some music.

“I doubt we’ll wake him, but I’d rather not scar the kid for life.” He said, appearing next to you in bed. He was propped on one arm, smiling down at you, when you opened your eyes to get a glance of him. “Hey, beautiful.” His lips were slightly more red than usual.

“It lasted forever. That was the longest orgasm I’ve ever had.” You said, giggling, still in awe over it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

He grinned down at you, lowering his eyes to your lips as he began singing in a half-whisper to Love my Way by The Psychedelic Furs.

“I love this song.”

His singing became a hum when his lips found the soft planes of your jaw, your neck, the line of your clavicle. His wonderful hair fell forward, brushing like butterfly kisses on your skin.

"Wanna do it again?"

[herwritingartcowboy]

A/n: This Is Platonic.

Fandom: SpyXFamily

Character(s): Anya Forger

Warning(s):

Readers Gender: Gn

Being Anya's Babysitter

You are also a spy for Wise that being said Loid trust you

Franky was busy and couldn't baby sit you and Fiona wasn't around so Loid had asked you and just being recently done on missions you agreed

You asked Loid what his little girl liked and you made sure to stop by some stores, first impressions should always be good impressions

You came right on time saying that you were a coworker at Loids "Job"

You introduced yourself to Yor and Anya as you brought girfts for all three for the Forgers

You said goodbye once Yor amd Loid left as you are now left with anya

Anya showed you around the place taking you to every room as you smiled at her antics

From what Anya can hear what you are thinking she already thinks your cool as brought peanuts, put on spy wars, and played games with Anya

You decided to make dinner for the both of you and after allot of deciding you both picked Pizza

You even fed Bound as he thanked you with kisses

After dinner you helped Anya get ready fir bed like picking out her pajamas, brushing her teeth, and tucking her in

You sat on her bed scratching the top of her head until she fell asleep and when she did you left to go make sure everything is picked up

Once you were done putting every thing away and making sure you had everything Loid and Yor came back

Loid thanked you even asking if you would do it again

You agreed as you took a real liking the the young girl you even said you would do it with Franky

You give off a older sibling vibe when you are with Anya

You sometimes even pick her up for school and also even taking Bound out for a walk

There are times Fiona, Yuri, and Franky come around needing to talk to Loid and/or Yor. But yet you still made sure they were comfortable even though Fiona and Yuri would have Loid and Yor at the house but they still take a liking to you

But yes in the mission your role is the babysitter and you are pretty good at it said by Anya herself as she thinks you are a cool spy-babysitter

[annaberunoyume]

Imagine you babysitting Child!Wally and Baby!Howdy. You play Crocodile Rock and you watch as Wally freezes, then his leg gets the jitter and as if posessed by Elvis or Elton, he dances nearly flawlessly, like he practiced all his life. Howdy wants uppies and you three dance around Home. You lightly bouncing Howdy in your arms, watching in amazement at Wally's dance moves.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Welcome To The Family (8/???)

Surprise bitches. Short chap to try getting back into it (eventually) 

Tw- language that would probably make a sailor blush. Maybe I should tone it down (probably won’t), kidnapped, blackmail, delusional “friend”, light hypothermia (will make sense when reading).

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Muffled voices were the only thing being heard while waking up. One of them was Tadao. And the other?...

...Ryo? Why are they yelling at each other? Wha- how long was I- wait, where am I- what happened? All I remember is Tadao… Right. Damn, my head hurts severely. I can’t even rub it with my hands being bound. As well as my legs to the chair. Wait, bound? Fuck, now I’m regretting not taking their advice of walking with me. I just really wasn’t expecting Tadao to do such a thing.

I attempt to open my eyes, but the brightness of the room makes the pain in my head at least three times worse, and my vision is incredibly blurred. Okay, focus on where I am for now.

What feels to be a wooden chair, and metal cuffs around my wrists, keeping them together in front of me. Really? They couldn’t have at least given my ass a cushion or something? Right, not the time for that type of complaint. I try to listen to their yelling conversation without giving away that I woke up. Their loud voices are killer on my headache. Even though most if not all the pain is the back of my head where I was hit.

Trying to feel a bit more, there’s a bit of a crusty type of feeling slightly down my back. The hit must have somehow punctured my skin or something since I can only think of that crusty feeling being blood. I better not have fallen in dog poop or something or I swear I’m beating the daylight out of Tadao more if I ever will be able to.

“Why didn’t you use your black mold or something to make them pass out!? Your hits to them could have killed them!” Ryo? They’re in on this too!? There’s not really a way this could get worse, is there? My two closest friends?... Can’t really say that anymore.

“Are you stupid!? Black mold could have killed them too! That would also give them breathing problems! Do you KNOW how deadly strong amounts of exposure of mold is to people besides me, especially black, since I’m immune to it!?”

Pain stabs through my head yet again. Urg, do they really need to yell?...

“You fucking idiot. You should have kept chloroform on you like I said to do.” I swear my heart stops completely for a minute. I know that voice anywhere. Aiya. Fuck, I just HAD to jinx it, didn’t I?

“I’m sorry, okay? It was a brash and stupid decision! But I couldn’t risk being followed! With the multiple heroes at the time taking care of a few low villains on the other side of the city, and tons of people drawn to that, it was the best chance I had to not be seen!” He sounds rather exasperated.

She sighs. “Doesn’t matter now. If there’s any damage done to their head, we’ll just have to focus on that later. Our main priority is having everyone think they’re dead. I guess you were good in that regard by leaving the bloodied bat there. At least you were smart enough to still be wearing gloves.”

My only question is why are they working with her? It’s obvious she hates me. I can still feel the “friendship” ring on my finger I kept wearing for one reason or another. I’d care for nothing more than to rip it off now and smash it to the ground. Stomp on it for good measure. Regret overwhelmingly taking me over of ever being friends with Ryo in the first place.

I end up shifting after way too long of a weird stare-down silence because they couldn't have at least given me a fucking cushion, signaling I’m awake. They all must notice since they all go quiet for a moment. “Y/N! You’re awake! That’s good! Now that you’re here, we can finally hang out again, and the heroes will find a new sitter!”

… Are you fucking mental? How many people around me are truly sane right now? First the heroes are acting weird, and now my friends. Starting to wonder if the heroes aren’t the ones struck by some sort of quirk. I try to glare at them, but my eyes are forced closed by the damn light. It’s like an interrogation because the only visible light is the one above me glaring down for the tiny second I try to open my eyes again.

“Come on Y/N, people die all the time. Those heroes won’t bat an eye when they find you “dead”. Don't flatter yourself.” Aiya sneers.

!!! Fuck, she must have told them. She must have noticed my expression sour. “Oh please, I informed Ryo about the heroes after I found them angry one day. Aw, all they wanted was to hang out with you.” The end of what she spoke became incredibly degrading. She’s lucky I’m not able to put my foot to her face and break a few teeth. Or maybe breaking her nose. That would suffice too. I can already hear Zashi in the background like some sort of funny show edging me on to do it. Really starting to hate her, and I hardly know jack shit other than her name and her personality that could possibly rival Endeavor’s.

I finally manage to force my eyes open and clear, showing Tadao behind the two of them with an incredibly horrified look on his face. “WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THEY WERE HEROES!? Oh man, oh man, oh fuck! I KNEW it was a bad idea! Why did I listen to you two!?” The pain in my head majorly spikes. Hng, fuck. Can he PLEASE at least keep it down!?

His complaints must have pissed off Ryo since they walk over and grab Tadao by his hair, yanking it down. He tenses in pain and closes an eye to prevent yelling. They turn towards me and look at my hands. I do as well and notice the metal cuffs look too similar to wood. Almost like a coverup for something.

“You’re wearing our friendship ring! You must still want to hang out with me!”

You’re beyond stupid if you think I will after this stunt. Is this where they were the time I was going to hang out with them? Wait... Please for the love of everything, tell me they didn't get hit by the same fucking quirk. That or going back to the idea I might be the problem. Ryo's almost acting like it. My mouth feels incredibly dry as I try to speak. "Why this way?" Eventually manages to come out. It’s not slurred, which must be insane luck. Aiya seems disappointed. "Well, miraculously somehow doesn't seem to be any brain damage or concussion, so I guess that's good."

I snap at Ryo harming Tadao and that Aiya wanted me to be injured. Same with how the others have been acting. Really getting pissed off at whoever has this quirk. I’d like more than just a word with them, even if it’s a child at this point. "Could you break out of this weird fucking quirk already? I'm getting sick of all this weird personality bullshit." So I’m crabby. Sue myself. Not my fault they could have killed me and are the cause of this stupid pain in my head. They deserve a snappy attitude at least.

Ryo looks at me confused. "I was never hit with any quirk.”

What? Did I stop breathing? I think I stopped breathing. No, they have to be lying! Ugh, really must have been me.

Aiya laughs maniacally for a moment at my probably bewildered expression. "Is- is that what you THINK? They and Ryo were never hit with such a ridiculous thing!"

My mind blanks into fear of what that means. It's not possible they're just acting like that normally! It has to be me then! I refuse to believe two pro heroes, one in training, and a child ALL have some weird obsession for just a plain babysitter. Ugh, I might have to resign being their babysitter, or even just one in general, if this is the case. Well, if I get out of here that is. I’d rather not get involved deeper with whatever the fucks going on with them.

"They were probably just acting to keep your pathetic excuse as a good sitter so they could finally stop looking for another!"

Me, a pathetic excuse? I'm not the one who kept trying to hit on a married gay man or ignore the children, which, I don't know, IS. THE. JOB.? A major part of me is doubtful of them just acting it as well. There's no way they'd go to such extremities and make me so uncomfortable sometimes if that was the case. With how desperate they are, maybe? But Shouta really doesn't seem to be the type to mess around or act differently than himself under any circumstance.

I give her a disbelieving look, which seemed to be the wrong thing to do, and her face became a harsh glare as she stomps up to me. She reaches out towards me and wraps her hand around my pendant. She gives a firm tug, breaking the chain around my neck, then glares at the pendant.

"This should have been mine. I was so close to finding a way I could squeeze back in and steal Hizashi for myself, but then you had to come in and ruin everything. I don't know what stupid trick you pulled, but they're dogs at your fucking mercy, almost like Tadao is for me."

My brows crease in confusion. What does she mean by that?

Ryo finally stopped pulling on Tadao's hair, and he steps a few feet away from the psychotic duo. He's also on thin ice but seems to really not want to be a part of this. He glares at Aiya from behind and gently rubs his scalp. She turns to look at him while trying to squeeze the pendant as tight as she could. It's sturdier than I thought since it isn't cracking in any way. "Why don't you tell them, my little errand boy?" She says "errand boy" in such a demeaning way that even I feel like throwing up.

He physically cringes hard at that name but doesn't stop his glaring at her. She doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "It's true. She's got me on a tight leash that could easily make me lose my job as a waiter for my parent's business. Two of her friends help set me up one day while I was their waiter. She purposefully tripped me, making me fall onto one of her in-on-it female friends,"

He greatly cringes again. "My hands ended up in... unsavory places trying to catch myself. Aiya snapped a picture, and if she were to send it to my parents, they'd kick me from my job for sure. I'm trying to earn my place to take over their business one day. They understandably would have no tolerance for such behavior. Everyone is more than willing to believe three women complaining about a man assaulting them before they'd believe a man claiming to be gay was framed."

I hate to say it, but that does seem like a pretty logical assumption many would make. Has he mentioned being gay before? My still kinda messed up mind can't remember.

Aiya laughs sadistically. "Right you are, my little errand boy."

I cringe as well this time. Ew. Out of all things? Seriously?

"It was a miracle it worked so well in my favor! Now I can just dangle the little carrot whenever I need dirty work done, and he has to do it or lose his job and family’s faith in him permanently."

Now I'm feeling a bit bad for Tadao.

"In speaking of loss." She turns back towards me and glares harshly again. She throws the pendant to the ground and tries to break it with a few firm stomps. Is she seriously acting like a child right now? If I wasn’t in such a dire situation, I’d probably be laughing at how pathetic this is.

The stomps do little to nothing. She yells in frustration, picks it up again, and chucks it at the concrete wall as hard as she could on my left. It just bounces off and clatters to the also concrete floor. Concrete? Of course I'd be in a fucking basement. She’s acting like a child throwing a massive tantrum.

She stops after a moment and pins her hands on my forearms. The grip almost hurts. With her glare locked onto my eyes and her quite obvious thirst for power or something, I could almost joke about her being kinky.

That thought nearly makes me physically gag. Ew. Okay, definitely not with her involved though.

“What are you doing? This wasn’t part of the plan!” Ryo has the audacity to almost sound panicked. Why?

She looks back toward Ryo for a moment.

"Oh, they deserve a little punishment, don't you think, dear Ryo? They chose the “family” over you after all. All they had to do was deny them a bit better, and all of this could have been avoided!~"

I'm pissed they didn't think I tried. How the hell are you SUPPOSED to just stand up and refuse two pro heroes to something they were already dead set on? Especially if they’re quite high in ranks?

Ryo has a torn expression. “I… yeah, I guess that makes sense. But we can’t afford to have them suddenly needing to go to the hospital. They’d be found then!”

She turns back towards me with a highly unnerving smirk. “Don’t you worry. I’ll just go to stage one.”

Stage… one? Wait, It almost feels like everything around is getting colder? No, worse. It feels like heat is slowly being sapped out of me. What is she doing!?

Tadao seems to pale a few shades lighter than he already was.

“Y-You can’t just use your quirk like that! You’re purposefully giving them stage one hypothermia!?” He rushes towards us to try to stop her.

...She’s what!?

She puts one of her hands in a “stop” form towards him. “Come any closer, and I won’t think twice of posting that delightful pic to your family.”

He freezes in his tracks.

“Besides, stage one is harmless enough anyway. Mostly just some shivering and loss of blood circulation. We can warm them back up to normal easily enough later.”

“B-but what about the chance of it worsening after? It could get worse itself since it’s already fairly cold down here!” He almost seems to beg for her to let go.

She rolls her eyes. Damn, I’m feeling the effect fast. My body is already starting to involuntarily shiver. “Every time you open your whiny mouth, it makes my longing stronger of wanting to post it just to get you sorry excuse for a man finally away from me.”

He looks like he desperately wants to say something else, but his mouth snaps shut.

“I- uh, I’ll come back later. I can’t really handle being around Y/N while you do that to them.” Ryo admits and heads towards the stairs starting at my right front corner and goes up towards a door above and behind me. Seriously? You’re so DESPERATE to get me, finally do, and then can’t even stick around to watch your new friend basically torture your old best friend? Just how pathetic are you?

The door slams as they leave.

She immediately gets way too close to my face. Back up, back up, backup, backup,backup-

“You’re lucky I promised to keep my word for them, or I’d have absolutely no problem forcing it to the third stage and laugh at you while watching you die.” She seethes, and lets go not long after.

She's lucky I didn't spit on her face. Would have greatly loved to. I really should have.

She looks toward Tadao and glares again. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to make sure you weren’t stupid enough to leave any other tracks that would lead them to us. While I’m gone, don’t think of doing anything else stupid,” She leaves pretty quickly as well. However, I didn’t hear a door open and close.

I look up to try to see why, and there’s a bit of purple mist that disappears not long after. Purple mist? Was there another or something? Maybe that’s how I got here? Now thinking back, I think I saw something purple forming to the side of me before being knocked out.

Tadao bolts to be right in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. The little heat is a surprising relief from the serious chill I’m feeling now. His brown eyes look like they’re about to start crying.

“I’m sorry! I’msorry, I’msosorry, so, so, so, sorry! I didn’t want this to happen and purposefully started to avoid you because they were forcing me to get you and they would have known if I met you and didn’t get you with that other watching and so many things this is so frustrating-!” He quickly started speaking so fast I almost didn’t understand a word he said to me. It took a moment to process, but then it made sense why he wasn’t around the past few days.

Kind of stuck on what to do now, other than…

I slip the ring off my finger and drop it to the floor. Can’t exactly stomp on it from my legs being bound, but it’s enough in the rage I feel.

Another involuntary shiver comes over my body. Has it always been this cold in here? I know the whole hypothermia and stuff going on, but this seems rather odd. Was she possibly lying about only stage one?

He quickly kneels down to be right by the cuffs still on my wrist sitting in front.

Metal cuffs that are detailedly painted to look wooden. After a second of him holding them, The paint chips off with what I guess to be some sort of mold, leaving the metallic glint underneath.

A surprised and extremely terrified expression takes over his face. “I thought I told her to make them wood! I lied saying you wouldn’t be able to break out of it so I could use my mold to dissolve them!”

Aiya laughs behind him and re-enters. A test. Of COURSE she was testing him, not going back to the scene. It would have been beyond suspicious if the heroes saw her there.

She walks down the stairs to be in front of us. “You honestly think I’d listen to you? I know you were planning on letting them go before you found out the family they babysit for are heroes. Sadly, I actually did get rid of that picture, as promised to Ryo with your cooperation, but I can easily get more. All it takes is another friend who still has it, or even just have other friends do the same thing at your workplace,” she puts her hand on her chin and looks up in thought. “Hmm, I might just post it anyways. You didn’t fully keep your promise either!~ Oh! And it would be so much better if next time it’s when your parents are-”

The door gets slammed with so much force, that it flies off the hinges and falls flat right behind her. She freezes in her place, staring at the entrance where the door was.

A man with all-too-familiar hair and certain grey clothing jumps down, and turns toward Aiya with a very harsh glare.

… It’s Shouta, and he. Is. PISSED.

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yikes, lost and fully forgot about the taglist until now.

[delicioushottubpeanut]

♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

[xanaxspritz]

✨dilf!toji headcanons with babysitter!reader ✨

🩶dilf!toji is grateful when you agree to babysit daily for his sweet little blessing megumi over summer vacation. he's even more grateful that you seem to be responsible enough and fucking hot.

🩶dilf!toji likes to linger around before leaving for his next gig, watching your short skirt swish around your yummy thick thighs or your daisy dukes accentuate every curve of your perfectly plump ass

🩶dilf!toji jerks off to you in his car every night before he comes home

🩶dilf!toji loves it how shy you get when he flirts with you. he loves teasing and watching you fluster. it's obvious that you're into him, most women are

🩶when dilf!toji fucks you quietly on his couch while megumi is fast asleep for the night, he puts his big hand over your open mouth whispering "be a good girl and take this dick quietly for me hmm? can't wake the kid up..."

[murdrdocs]

more on being miguel o'hara's babysitter ... fem!reader

there starts to be schedule mixups.

not the sort where you're too busy to babysit gabriella, or miguel doesn't need babysitting for a while and you're out of work.

but mixups in a way that seems almost intentional.

when you're scheduled to babysit gabriella, but when you arrive, she's out of the house or having a tutoring session for hours. or she's asleep from a viral illness and your job for the night is to check on her every hour, and sit in the living room for the rest of the time.

you're getting paid for it no matter what, a hefty tip always slipped in there, which you're incredibly grateful for. almost as grateful as you are for the time you're left to spend alone with miguel.

the first few times right after the thursday where he devoured your cunt, there was nothing. everything was back to business as usual, leaving you to feel a litle immature and unprofessional. till came the day where gabriella was at a friend's place until dinner, and miguel told you to come over at lunch, and his meeting at work was cancelled, and suddenly you two had the house to yourself.

and suddenly miguel had you laid back on the island –– the island where you've prepared snacks for you and gabriella many times –– his cock steadily breaching past your entrance in a beautifully, painful stretch.

you're hissing and whimpering and digging your nails into his biceps with an intense strength that you didn't even know you possessed, but he's unaffected, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration that you know comes from his attempt at self control.

he didn't even bottom out that day, yet his cock was filling you up so well and you were so wound tight that you almost came with the first few thrusts. it only took a few minutes until your back was arching, your hips pushing into miguel's thumb that rubbed along your clit and his cock that fucked you as deeply as he could at the time, your muscle tensing and your mouth opening in a silent scream as you came on the dick of your boss for the first time.

but hopefully not the last.

[ashwhowrites]

Dustin's babysitter

Eddie x Dustin's babysitter

A small idea that ran through my head. I hope you guys enjoy this🫶🏻 and thank you for reading!

Dustin wasn't a fan of admitting he still had a babysitter. His friends always teased him but his mom was just scared of the world and wanted extra eyes on him. Dustin loved his babysitter, Y/N. He always had a blast with her, she interacted with him and he liked to believe they were good friends.

Dustin groaned when he saw Y/N's car pulling up to grab him from hellfire. He hated his friends knowing, and he didn't want to admit to Eddie he needed a babysitter.

"Awwww Dusty's little babysitter is here!" Mike mocked, his voice like a baby.

Dustin blushed and rolled his eyes. So much for not wanting Eddie to know, Dustin thought.

"Woah! Henderson, do you still have a babysitter? Aren't you like in high school?" Eddie asked, confusion on his face and a slight smile peeking out.

"My mom is paranoid, okay!" Dustin argued he tried to quickly walk to her car as she still drove up, but he yanked open her door before she even parked.

"You okay?" She asked, Dustin sighed and nodded. It wasn't her fault he was embarrassed. She was simply doing her job.

"...well let me meet this said babysitter." She heard a deep voice say, definitely older than the young teens she was around.

Then a face appeared in Dustin's open window. She saw dark curly long hair and dazzling brown eyes. This boy was much older, and she was thankful for that because he was damn hot.

Eddie wasn't sure what smart-ass remark he planned to make. He met her eyes and found himself wishing he needed a babysitter. She was gorgeous, hot, and sexy all at once. In simple jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, but he swore she glowed. He snapped out of his daydream and turned on his charm.

A smirk on his face as he held out his ring-filled hand, "Name is Eddie Munson, and you are?"

"Y/N, it's nice to meet you." She said with a polite smile as she shook his cold metal hand. The weight of his rings made his hand feel heavy, yet she didn't mind.

Dustin watched between the two, eyeing the way they stared, and didn't let go of each other. He awkwardly coughed, causing them to jump apart with embarrassed smiles. Eddie pulled back his hand and held it behind his back.

"I'll see you around, Eddie." She said and pulled out of the parking lot. Eddie straightened his spine as he watched the car take off.

"Wow, she's -" he started but Mike and Lucas cut him off.

"Hot," they said in unison with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, hot." Eddie agreed, his mind filled with her and her only.

~~~

"Pizza is coming at 7, so just don't be later than that," Dustin said to the gang as they circled in the hallway.

"Do I have to be there?" Max asked with a sigh, she did not want to spend her Friday night at Dustin's house.

"Not like you have anything better to do," Dustin argued with a glare. Max sighed but agreed that he was right.

"So my house before 7!" Dustin said one last time, the gang nodded and everyone understood.

"Having a party little man?" Eddie asked as he walked up, overhearing the conversation. It was a Friday night and he kinda hoped Dustin's mom had big plans for the night.

"Sorta! Why? Are you interested?" Dustin asked excitedly, Eddie was slowly becoming like a big brother and he wanted to hang out with him more.

"Will your mom be there?" Eddie asked slight hope in his voice.

"Nope!"

"Then I'm there," Eddie said with a wink. He couldn't wait for tonight.

"Okay! Bring your apron!" Dustin said as the final bell rang. He was quick to walk down the hall for class.

"WAIT! APRON!?" Eddie called after him but the halls got loud with all the commotion.

~~~

Once school ended, Eddie raced him with excitement. He dug through his closet to find his best clothes, and he picked out his best jewelry. He sprayed cologne all over himself and covered his lips in chapstick....just in case.

He didn't want to seem too eager so he waited to show up around 7 o'clock. He knocked on the door and rocked on his heels. He planned to talk Y/N's ear off all night and then ask her out. And hopefully, end the night with his lips on hers.

"You made it!" Dustin cheered as he opened the door. Eddie walked through and saw the gang all covered in flour.

"What's going on?" Eddie asked

"Bake sale!" Dustin said as they walked into the kitchen. Eddie did not know what he got himself into. A bake sale? Eddie does not bake, he gets baked.

"Oh hell no, I'm not baking." Eddie laughed, he took in the room and noticed Y/N wasn't even there.

"Where's your babysitter?"

"Right here," Steve said as he walked into the kitchen. A towel over his shoulder and a dirty apron on his body. "You must be Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Son of a bitch!" Eddie groaned.

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After Eddie's big fail of a Friday night, he didn't have much energy for Saturday. Of course, Henderson has two babysitters and Y/N wasn't there the night he was around. And he got stuck baking over a hundred cookies. Safe to stay, he learned his lesson of jumping into plans.

Eddie was trying to work on his campaign when his line rang. He groaned and walked over to pick it up, figuring it would be Wayne. But instead, he heard Dustin's familiar voice on the other line.

"Hey! I got this new video game, wanna come over and try it? Mom's gone so you can bring your beers."

Eddie had to admit, drinking and video games were tempting.

"Babysitter gonna allow that?" Eddie asked.

"Y/N wo-" "I'm on my way" Eddie cut him off and raced to his room. Once again, he found his best clothes, sprayed himself in cologne, and grabbed a beer case from his closet.

Eddie prepped himself during the car ride. He had limited time to make his impression on her and a little time to get her number. He didn't want to ditch Dustin too much so he needed to give equal time to the young kid. And to make it not noticeable Eddie was going for the hot babysitter.

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Dustin raced to the door to answer it when Eddie knocked, excitedly dragging him to the couch as he had the game all set to go. But before they could start, Eddie's prayers were answered.

"What's Eddie doing here?" She asked confused, Dustin didn't need permission but she wasn't aware he invited anyone over.

"New video game!" Dustin said, remote in hand.

"Nah uh, you still need to clean your room. Mom said that before the new game." Y/N reminded him with a stern tone. Dustin sighed but listened. His shoulders slumped as he walked into his room. "ONE SECOND EDDIE!"

"I'm sorry to make you wait. He didn't tell me." Y/N said, "But you can play if you want while you wait for him."

"Wanna join me?" He asked, holding out Dustin's remote with a smile. This was his chance.

"I don't know how to play," Y/N said, a little nervous. She didn't want to look like an idiot in front of Dustin's incredibly hot friend.

"I'll teach ya, baby. Come sit." He patted the cushion next to him, excitement in his stomach as she shuffled towards him. She tried to fight off the blush on her cheeks from the nickname.

She sat next to him and tried to listen to his instructions, but her nose caught his scent and traveled to her brain. All she could focus on was how amazing he smelled, how his T-shirt fit him in all the right places, and how his jeans touched her legs.

"Ready?" He asked, his head turned to look at her. She felt her breath get stuck in her throat, she had no idea what to do. She coughed and snapped herself back into reality. "let's do it!" She smiled.

Within the first five minutes, Eddie could sense she was struggling, he reached over and held his hand over hers. His fingers and thumbs pressed her fingers into the correct buttons. Again his scent filled her nose and his hair tickled her neck.

His hands felt warm and rough, but she liked it.

"See, you got it!" Eddie encouraged, slowly taking his hands off hers as she focused on the game. She was playing it by herself and successfully!

"Like this?" She asked but her eyes were still on the screen. His head turned as he looked at her. "like that" he whispered.

She turned her head to look back at him and held her breath when she noticed how close their faces were. She bit her lip as his eyes looked at her lips, her eyes, and back to her lips. She couldn't help but look at his lips as well. They were so pink and looked so soft.

"Did good?" She breathed out, her eyes still on his lips.

"Very good." He whispered, his right hand cupped her cheek and he slowly leaned in. He smiled as her eyes fluttered shut and her head moved forward. He closed his eyes and killed the space between them. His lips were on hers as he softly tasted her. He felt a fire burning in his stomach and fuzziness all over his body. Her hand slipped from the controller and moved to his chest. Her palms rested against him as she kissed back.

"ALL DONE!" Dustin screamed, causing Y/N to jump back and shuffle over. Eddie groaned in disappointment as Dustin interrupted.

"I'll leave you boys to it." She said softly with a smile, her fingertips touching her lips as she stood up, a little dazed.

"Can I get your number? Maybe take you on a date?" Eddie asked before his chance was up.

"Oh absolutely. I'll go write it down." She said as she rushed to the kitchen. Eddie couldn't help but keep his eyes on her as she walked away.

"That excited to play?" Dustin asked, seeing the huge smile on Eddie's face.

"Very damn excited," Eddie said, his smile never leaving as Dustin pressed play.

Eddie scored a date with the babysitter.

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Home. | T. Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro x Babysitter Reader

a continuation bc i wanted to write more about this story. i’m really in love with this toji :(

PREVIOUS • FINAL

WORD COUNT: 6.4k

WARNING: protective toji, a bit of a breakdown from both reader & toji, mention of blood, soft toji, good son and father relationship, time skip, and just overall fluff.

After the awkward interaction in the parking lot with you and Toji, the two of you get close. And by close, I mean no longer inconvenience moments between you two.

You continue to buy groceries and clean the apartment every week. Toji notices and appreciates it as he pays you a bit more for the kind acts you do daily. You also notice how the single father arrives late at night from work and only eats and sleeps to repeat the same thing the next day.

Not only that, but he’s also thankful that you wait for him late at night and warm up the food for him when he gets home. Especially when the single father can see how tired you are, yet you still wait for him to arrive, despite how often he has told you not to.

But of course, you disagree as you tell him that you need to because Megumi can’t be alone at the apartment, which lets you know that he returned safely. Toji knows what you mean by returning home safely, as the two of you haven’t forgotten about the night he came home, all bruised up with blood.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

It was a Tuesday.

As he stumbled his way to the front door, being met with your wide eyes.

“Mr. Fushiguro…” you whisper, looking at the injured father who can barely stay on his feet.

You quickly ran to him, supporting him.

“Restroom,” Toji breathes out.

You nod your head, carefully leading him to the bathroom down the hall, not wanting to make much noise because Megumi’s room is the first one down the hall. And neither of y’all want him to wake up and see what’s happening. Toji sighs as y’all reach the bathroom. You turn on the lights, setting the injured man on the toilet seat.

“T-The first aid kit… is at the bottom drawer,” Toji manages to say, looking at you, who quickly examines.

You find the first aid kit and start to clean his wounds, making Toji hiss in pain from the alcohol touching his cuts.

“Sorry,” you softly whisper, making the single father look at you.

Toji can only stare at you, pulling you closer towards him, which has you in between his legs. The single father closes his eyes as you gently hold his face and blow soft air on his cuts before putting band-aids on. Toji opens his eyes, thinking you are done, but to his surprise, you kneel in front of him.

“W-What are you-” Toji stutters but stops when he sees you gently putting ointment on his bruised knuckles.

Oh.

Toji curses himself for thinking wrong, glancing over at you, who is now bandaging his knuckles.

“Okay, you are all set,” you say, looking at Toji. “Unless you have more injuries?” you ask.

Toji shakes his head, and you begin to put everything away. He watches how you clean blood evidence, taking the trash bag with you. You look over at Toji, who expects you to start asking him questions, but you don’t. You only stare at him, making the taller man stand up from the toilet seat and support himself on the sink.

The two of you keep looking at each other, not saying a single word. Until you drop the trash bag and hug him, taking Toji by surprise. It takes a few seconds before Toji hugs you back, closing his eyes and taking your scent in. You, on the other hand, hug him tighter. The two of you stay like that for a bit more until you start to let go, which makes Toji do the same. Neither of you says anything and just looks at one other before exiting the bathroom. That night you ended up staying over as you took care of Toji, who still needed help to move around. 

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

That day Toji started to develop feelings for you.

Not only that, but he also started to decline dangerous jobs in order not to worry you. He knows it means less money; sure, it was nice of you to heal his wounds. However, he doesn’t want it to be a daily thing for you to witness and take care of.

Therefore, the day he made that decision was the same day he told you what he did for a living. How he’s a well-known assassin and makes good money from it. He also told you about his past and how he was a former member of some clan.

Toji was waiting for you to throw him a disgusted look or quit right on the spot, but instead, you only smiled at him as you held his hand. You thank him for trusting you enough to share this information with you, but most of all, you reminded the single father how well he has done for his family. That was the first time Toji allowed himself to be vulnerable after such a long time. You remember how he hugged you tight as he cried on your shoulder. You spend the night as the single father kept hinting for you to stay. The two of you slept on the couch, Toji resting on you while you run your fingers through his hair.

Since then, you and Toji have become more affectionate with each other. Every night when he comes home from work, y’all have dinner together, which leads to you staying over as the two lay on the couch appreciating each other’s presence. Your relationship with Toji wasn’t the only change. Your whole daily routine changes, which isn’t bad because you enjoy it.

You start to stay over regularly and join them on short trips to the park or zoo when the single father doesn’t work. You enjoyed seeing Megumi laugh at your silly comments.

It makes you happy. They make you happy.

But you aren’t the only one that feels the same way because Toji also enjoys seeing his son and you giggling. He marks these precious memories in his head because moments like these never last for too long.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

It was Sunday when it happened.

He was at work getting ready for a simple job when he got a call from Shiu, telling him to go home as soon as possible.

“What do you mean to go home? I’m just about to start the operation,” Toji says through the phone.

“I’m serious!” Toji can hear Shiu yell through the phone. “They’re heading over there.”

Toji quickly understands whom Shiu is talking about, hanging up on the spot. He starts to call you, tapping his foot as it rings.

“Come on, Y/N. Pick up!” Toji shouts.

When he thinks you finally picked up, he groans as he hears the voicemail machine. This already alerts the taller man that something isn’t right.

He quickly gets in his car and drives to his place, not caring about the speed limit. Toji’s focus is only on getting home before they get there. He doesn’t even know how they found his address or the reason for the sudden visit, as he hasn’t had any contact with the Zenin clan in years. When he arrives at the apartment, Toji sees the door open, making his heart sink. He quickly enters, seeing the place is destroyed.

“Megumi! Y/N!” Toji screams, pushing his way through the mess.

However, he doesn’t get a response. It makes him panic as he opens every room, only for them to be empty. After not finding any sign of you or Megumi, he accepts that he is too late. Toji slides his back from the hallway wall, pulling his hair in frustration as he starts to think about the worst that could have happened to both of you. He’s about to call Shiu to take him directly to the Zenin but stops when he hears a noise.

Toji quickly gets up, thinking they return, but he soon hears the same noise coming down the hall. He slowly walks towards the noise, stopping in front of a giant poster on the wall hiding the small storage room behind him.

He hears someone talk and realizes it’s you.

“Please…leave,” he hears you whisper.

Toji quickly rips the poster, opening the storage room, revealing you shielding Megumi, who’s tightly hugging you.

“T-Toji…” You whisper, looking at the taller man in relief.

Toji notices that you’re bleeding from your forehead, upsetting him. Upon hearing his father’s name, Megumi looks up and runs toward him.

“I’m here, dumpling,” Toji says, picking up Megumi, who can only hug his father tightly. He can feel his son shake from fear, making the father rub his son’s back.

“You’re safe now,” Toji assures his son, who begins to cry silently.

You softly smile at the scene, wiping the blood from your forehead with the long-sleeve hem. Toji watches you, feeling his blood boil from seeing you hurt. Once Megumi has calmed down, Toji walks towards you. He offers you his free hand to help you get out of the storage room, which you accept.

“Thank you,” you smile at him, who’s still carrying Megumi.

You carefully exit the storage room, supporting yourself with Toji’s arm. Once you are out, you laugh, looking up at the taller man. Toji just stares at you, your hand still holding his. He pulls you towards him, making you stumble on your feet.

“I’m sorry for being late…” he breathes out, arm wrapped around your waist.

You let your emotions take over as you begin to cry as well. Toji notices how you are breathing rapidly, and your legs start to shake. He quickly reacts, making you sit on the floor with him. Megumi looks up from his father’s neck, looking at you worriedly. The little boy reaches for you, resulting in him and Toji hugging you, which calms you down. You let go of them, wiping your tears with your hands.

“Sorry,” you sniffle, giving both of them a small smile.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of lips on yours. It takes a while to understand what’s happening, but soon you do, as you realize that Toji is kissing you. You automatically close your eyes, kissing him back. Megumi looks away, hiding his face in his father’s neck.

Toji breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. “I’m going to kill them for hurting you,” he breathes out as he glances over at the blood on your forehead.

“I’m okay, Toji,” you say, removing yourself to touch your cut. “It’s just a scratch.”

Toji watches you as you smile at him. The taller man frowns when he hears you hiss from pain when touching the cut too hard. Toji gently takes your hand, so you do not continue.

“I only got hurt because I fought back,” you tell him, surprising the single father.

Toji puts Megumi down, who sets himself between your legs, “Y/N protected me, Dad,” his son says.

You smile at Megumi, caressing his cheeks. “They were looking for you….” You begin to explain. “But soon took an interest in Megumi when they saw him.”

“T-Then things escalated,” you say, recalling how the three men tried to enter the apartment forcefully, which made you hit your head with the door.

Toji squeezes your hand, stopping you from explaining furthermore. “We need to leave now,” he says, standing up.

“Where to?” you ask, following as you pick up Megumi.

“To the countryside, where no one will harm my family,” Toji responded, turning to look at you, who looked taken back.

“I-I know, I’m asking too much, but we can’t stay here in the city,” Toji whispers.

He knows he’s being unfair in making you leave with them, but he can’t leave you behind. Toji waits for you to give him an answer but starts to assume from the silence that you don’t approve of his proposal.

“Y/N..” he calls for you, already accepting your decision, but you surprise him again.

“Okay,” you tell him. “Let’s go.”

Toji runs to you, kissing your lips. “T-There is a small suitcase in the storage room. Can you try your best to fill it up with the most necessary stuff?” he asks as you nod your head.

“Help her out, dumpling,” Toji tells his son, who’s in your arms.

Megumi throws him a thumbs-up, making you chuckle. Toji watches you put Megumi down, taking the suitcase out of the storage as you instruct Megumi to get his favorite clothes. Toji takes the chance that you are packing to call Shiu, thanking him and letting him know you and Megumi are okay.

“Shiu, once again, thank you for everything,” Toji says before hanging up and breaking his phone and yours.

Toji throws the leftover pieces in the trash, turns around, and sees you with Megumi in your arms while having the suitcase ready.

“Y/N… are you sure about this?” he asks. “I might be asking too much for you… and I don’t want you to feel forced,” he says.

Toji watches you walk up to him, taking his hand and kissing it. “I’m sure, big guy,” you softly say.

Toji interlocks your fingers, taking his free hand on the suitcase handle as he leads the way.

“You don’t want to stop by your place to pick up a few things?” Toji asks, looking over at you as y’all are waiting for the taxi to arrive.

You shake your head, “No,” you smile. “I packed a few pairs of clothes I had left for a few nights.”

Toji kisses your head, “I’m sorry for doing this to you.”

You give the taller man a gentle smile as you know that Toji is starting to feel guilty about you leaving with him, but honestly, it’s not like you have a lot of things here in the city. Toji sees you checking if Megumi is asleep, to which he nods.

“Toji… you already know that I don’t have family here,” you say. “So, it doesn’t hurt me to leave my things here because I know they can be replaced once we settle down.”

“But you and Megumi can’t be replaced,” you whisper, caressing Toji’s cheek.

Toji grabs your hand, squeezing it before he plants a gentle kiss.

You also can’t be replaced.

Toji wants to say to you, but the words don’t come out.

“Don’t feel guilty about this whole situation,“ you tell him.

“It’s hard not to..” Toji whispers, looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

You only shake your head as you let Toji rest his head on your free shoulder. Toji kisses your neck as you whisper sweet words to him.

I love you.

Toji closes his eyes, listening to your soft voice. The taxi arrives, taking the three of you to the train station. Once settling on the train, you cover Megumi with your jacket. You softly smile at Megumi’s peaceful face, making you realize he’s okay. Toji notices the way you keep looking at Megumi, tapping your shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod, resting your head on Toji’s shoulder, allowing sleep to take over. He kisses your head, moving his arm behind your back so you can relax on his chest. Toji gently brushes your bangs, revealing a spiderman band-aid on your forehead, making him chuckle. He is sure that Megumi did it as the band-aid isn’t properly put on. The single father stares at the two sleeping figures, leading him to kiss you and Megumi on the head.

“I promise to protect and love you two properly,” Toji whispers, getting hum from you.

He smiles, resting his head in the window, hoping he will fulfill this promise.

And he does with time.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

After you guys arrive in the countryside, Toji quickly uses the saved-up money to buy a small farmhouse right on the spot. The three of you settle in fast as Megumi gets along with a few kids in the neighborhood. He also enjoys his new elementary school. You also noticed that Toji became good friends with one of the kid’s fathers. Jin Itadori, as the three of you, spend every weekend with the family.

Toji always introduces you as his woman at every neighbor’s gathering. This results in people assuming that you’re his wife and the mother of Megumi. Still, you always correct them by saying that you’re not either. You don’t mind clarifying each time because it doesn’t trouble you, but you can see that it does bother Toji.

He regrets asking you out the day you guys arrived in the countryside and not if you wanted to marry him. Don’t get him wrong, these three years with you have been the most amazing, but he believes you deserve more after doing so much for him and Megumi. He feels that he hasn’t fulfilled the promise he made to himself on the train. He wants you to feel how much he appreciates you. And the actions you have done for him and Megumi because Toji can see that deep down, it hurts you when a few neighbors comment on your relationship with him.

This is why he takes the step to propose to you, getting the help of Jin and his wife.

It’s an ordinary weekend with the Itadoris at your house this time. Everyone is outside in the backyard, watching Megumi, Yuuji, and their new friend Nobara, who you invited. You see Megumi running towards you, alerting you that something must have happened. You stand up from your chair, kneeling to be at eye level with him.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you ask, looking over at him for any injuries.

“I can’t find my white wolf,” Megumi pouts. “Baby, but I just saw you play with it a few minutes ago,” you say, brushing his bangs.

“But I can’t find it,” Megumi says, looking at you with sad eyes. “Well, it has to be here outside, so how about we look for it,” you say, extending your hand for him to take.

Megumi nods, holding your hand. As you begin walking to the yard, you don’t notice Megumi turning to look at his father, throwing a thumbs up. Toji smiles, whispering something to Jin before he leaves.

Step one, cleared.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

You start searching, not spotting anything white in the area.

“Okay, where do you remember playing with it?” you ask Megumi, who’s pretending to look as well.

Megumi thinks, holding his chin. You smile as you wait patiently for him. “Oh yes! At the garden room,” He loudly says.

“And what were you doing in the garden room? You know you’re not supposed to be there,” you warned him, only for Megumi to shrug, making you laugh.

“Stay here, okay?” you tell Megumi, who nods.

You make your way to the garden room on the other side of the backyard. The good thing about buying a farmhouse is that it has a huge backyard where one can grow vegetables and fruits. You and Toji took advantage of it, making grocery shopping more accessible. Furthermore, it also made Toji build a garden room as he noticed you enjoyed planting flowers as a hobby. Megumi watches you walk where his father is waiting for you, making him run back and let everyone know.

Step two, cleared.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

Arriving at the garden room, you spot Megumi’s stuffed animal sitting at the doorstep.

“There you are,” you smile, picking it up.

You dust the stuffed animal as you spot a bit of dirt on it. You start to head back but stop when you notice the window of the garden room is covered. You frown as you always have it uncovered for the flowers to get sunlight. You assume it must have been Megumi when he was inside the room and played with the remote. You walk back to the garden room, sliding the door open. You shut the door once entering, noticing pink petals on the floor, making your blood run cold.

Don’t tell me Megumi broke something. 

You slowly look up, expecting to see a mess, but you don’t.

No.

What you see has you let out a shaky laugh, being too speechless. You slowly put Megumi’s stuffed animal down on the floor. The room is nicely decorated with multiple flowers that you’re sure aren’t from your garden. You spot multiple flower bouquets representing romance, family, and happiness down the end of the room, where you see your boyfriend waiting for you. You begin to tear up, slowly walking to him as you step on the pink petals that lead his way. Toji chuckles at seeing your expression, making his way toward you.

He feels you wrap your arms around his neck, “Y-You.” you cry out, not being able to finish, making Toji laugh.

“Why is my sunshine a crybaby?” Toji teases, wrapping his arms around your waist. You gently push him away, but Toji holds you tighter.

“I’m just teasing,” he says, wiping the remaining tears on your face.

You roll your eyes at him, making him grin, kissing your cheek. Toji feels you gently pushing him, thinking you’re upset, but realizes you are trying to look around the room. He watches how your mouth opens from amazement as you notice other decorations in the room, like the ceiling covered in flowers. Toji takes a moment to kneel on one knee as you are occupied with the decorations.

“Toji,” you say, smiling as you spot your favorite flowers at the center. “What’s happening?” you ask, picking a flower from the bouquet and smelling it.

“Could it be that you found out about the news-“you smile, turning to look over at Toji, dropping the flower from your hand.

Toji nervously smiles as you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands. “You know, I love you a lot, Y/N,” he says, watching you cry again. “You never gave up on me. Instead, you were so patient with me during the beginning of our relationship, which I’m thankful for.”

“But you did more than just that. You opened my heart and made me love again. You made me want to change for the sake of myself and Megumi,” Toji says, voice cracking at the end. “I realize that you and Megumi can’t be replaced either.”

You sob as you remember saying those exact words to him three years ago outside the building.

“I-I promised the day we rode the train to protect and love you and Megumi properly. However, I wanna make this promise for a lifetime until you get tired of my old ass,” Toji jokes, getting a smile from you.

“That’s why Y/N, please allow me to make you the happiest woman,” Toji smiles, taking out a small black box.

You begin to hiccup, already knowing that you’re looking ugly, as you can feel your mascara running down your face.

“Will you marry me, sunshine?” Toji asks, opening the box, which reveals a small ring.

Toji softly smiles at you as you struggle to respond to him. He sees you nod your head multiple times, hoping he understands, which Toji does. He stands up, gently putting the ring on your ring finger.

“I know, the ring is a bit too simple,” Toji says. “I’m sorry about that.”

You shake your head, “N-No… it’s perfect,” you sniffle, looking at the ring.

You’re perfect.

Toji stares at you as you admire the ring. He wipes your running mascaras with his finger, cleaning a bit of it off. You stare at him, making him stop as he makes eye contact with you. You close your eyes, leading Toji to close the distance between y’all and kiss you. He takes hold of the back of your neck, deepening the kiss while you rest your hands on his muscular chest. You break the kiss to catch your breath, Toji looking at you breathlessly.

“Sorry… I got carried away,” he breathes out.

“I liked it, though,” you say, looking over at him.

Toji pulls you towards him by the waist, kissing your neck as he tries to calm himself down.

You can’t. You can’t right now. You horny fucker.

You rub his back as Toji fights mentally with himself and his dick. Once he has cooled down, Toji removes himself. “You okay?” You ask, getting a thumbs up from the taller man.

“I’ll be all yours tonight, so just wait a bit,” you say.

“I know… but it’s hard,” Toji whines, making you roll your eyes at how dramatic he is.

Toji holds your hand, “I love you,” he suddenly says.

“I love you too,” you smile, interlocking fingers with him.

Toji then remembers everyone waiting outside, so he takes the remote from his back pocket and presses the cover button to uncover the window. You see everyone excitedly waving their hands. You spot a tent behind everyone that wasn’t there earlier.

“Come on, they are waiting for us,” Toji says, getting a nod from you.

As Toji opens the door, you take the time to go and pick up Megumi’s stuffed animal that you left at the entrance.

“Baby? Can you slide the other door?” Toji yells, pulling out the left door of the garden room.

“Of course,” You say, pulling the door handle and opening both doors.

Toji walks up to you, “Thank you,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

The two of you get interrupted by the kids. “Did she say yes?” you hear Yuuji yell. “Well, did she?”

Toji looks over at you, who lifts their hand to show the ring, making everyone scream for joy.

The final step cleared.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

Megumi quickly runs toward the two of you, jumping on Toji, who quickly catches him.

“You tricked me,” you say, handing Megumi his supposed lost toy.

“I had no choice,” Megumi truthfully responds, making you laugh.

Megumi glances over at you, “C-Can I…” he starts but stops, unsure if he can say it. You and Toji noticed his hesitation, so you both encouraged him not to be afraid.

“Can I now call you mom?” Megumi asks, looking over at you.

You automatically take Megumi away from Toji, hugging the little boy. “You can call me whatever makes you comfortable, darling,” you smile, kissing both his cheeks.

“I love you, mom,” Megumi whispers in your ear, making you cry. “I love you more, sweetheart.”

Toji, who’s a few inches away from the two, smiles. He knows it must have been hard for his seven-year-old son as he never had a mother figure to depend on since his past wife passed away once giving birth to Megumi. However, that changed when you came into the picture. You gave Megumi that motherly love since the day you started to babysit for him. It makes Toji wonder if you were sent by her. To love and not judge either of them because you were the first person to accept him and Megumi like ordinary people. Unlike his old hookups or flings, who would stop once, they saw how they lived or that he had a kid.

You were different.

Like an angel that fell from heaven, always kind, sincere, but most of all, so bright.

And you still are.

Toji heads towards you, who’s bouncing Megumi in your arms. “Let’s go,” he says, extending his hand for you to take. You smile, automatically holding Toji’s hand. Megumi asks you to put him down, which you easily do. He holds your other free hand, making you and Toji smile.

“Alright, let’s go,” Toji says, as the three of you begin walking hand in hand while everyone is waiting at the tent.

You soon have everyone congratulating the two of you. You even get help cleaning your leftover makeup, as Nobara and Yuuji bring wet wipes.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” you hear Jin yell as he opens the tent.

You thank Yuuji and Nobara, who quickly run inside the tent. Toji looks over at you and smiles as he sees your bare face.

Cute.

Megumi drags you towards the tent, opening it for him to enter. You get a small glimpse of what’s inside, which has your mouth open. Toji sees how you still haven’t entered, making him pull you further inside the tent so you can see everything. You spot a huge table at the center with fancy plates, glass cups, and utensils. You spot a few people in uniform who are waiting.

Toji leans closer to you, “You like it?” he whispers over your ear.

You turn to look at him. “I do… but this must’ve cost a lot, Toji,” you say, still looking around.

“Jin and his wife helped me get a discount,” Toji says, kissing your head. “It was still a lot, but anything for you.”

Toji feels you cup his face, giving him an unexpected kiss. “I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you more,” Toji says, pecking your lips.

The two of them get interrupted by Megumi, “Mom, Dad, I’m hungry, so can we go sit already,” he says.

You and Toji laugh, letting go and agreeing with him. Everyone is already sitting, leaving just the three of you. Toji tells the waiters to start serving, which they do. You take a seat at the front, along with Toji and Megumi. As everyone is eating and talking. Toji takes the time to appreciate seeing everyone enjoying themselves. He looks over at you, who’s wiping Megumi’s face, that’s covered with sauce. He smiles, feeling in a state of happiness. He suddenly stands up, ringing his cup, which gets everyone’s attention.

“Umm… can I have everyone’s attention?” He awkwardly asks, making you giggle.

“I just wanted to thank you all for joining and helping me with this special moment. I’m really happy right now… so thank you,” Toji grins, lifting his cup.

Everyone follows, yelling ‘cheers.’

The waitress brings out some champagne to celebrate, pouring some for the adults. Once they get to you and Toji, you decline right away.

“Oh no, I can’t drink,” you tell them. “Can I just get the same juice the kids are being served?” you ask the waiter, who elaborates.

Toji sips his champagne, lifting his eyebrow as he knows you’re old enough to drink. Once the waiter comes with your juice, you take a sip, feeling Toji’s eyes on you. You try to ignore his stare, but Toji moves his chair closer to you, not allowing you to ignore him. “So, you can’t drink?” Toji asks, making you sigh.

“Yes, I can’t drink,” you say, looking over at the taller man.

“Why? You never had a problem drinking a bit of alcohol,” Toji argues, making you look away from him.

Toji waits for you to respond, but he notices how you start to look a bit nervous. This makes him think that maybe it’s something serious, so he patiently waits for you, taking your hand into his. You play with his fingers, debating if this is the right thing to tell him, but you then think double the surprise isn’t bad.

So, you go for it.

Toji sees you gesture to him to scoot closer, which he does, as he leans more. He feels your lips on his ear, and soon he hears you whisper something that makes his ears ring. You move away, looking at Toji, who’s already looking at you with wide eyes.

“A-Are you for real?” he asks. You nod your head, eyes getting teary.

Toji tightly hugs you, knocking your drink over at the table. Everyone quickly stares at the two of you, wondering what’s happening. Toji starts to kiss you all over your face, making you laugh.

“How long?” he asks, wiping your tears. “F-Four weeks,” you sniffle.

You and Toji look at each other, and you feel him hold both of your hands. “Thank you,” he whispers, kissing both your knuckles.

“Thank you for this amazing news,” Toji says, eyes starting to get watery. “For giving me the best surprise.”

You nod as you let your tears fall, hugging him. “I love you, Y/N,” Toji breathes out.

“I-I love you too,” you stutter.

The guests are confused when the two of you are hugging and crying. One of the waiters is cleaning the mess you guys made, which you still haven’t noticed. Megumi looks over at his parents, making him leave his seat and head towards y’all.

“Why are you crying, Mom?” he asks, seeing how red your nose is.

You and Toji let go, reaching for Megumi, who automatically walks over to you, sitting on your lap.

“Your mama just told me some big news, dumpling,” Toji says.

“Good news or bad news?” Megumi asks, looking over at his father. “Good news,” his father responds.

“So, what is it?” he asks, looking at both his parents.

Toji looks over at you, nodding his head. “How would you feel if I told you that you’re going to be a big brother?” you carefully ask, scared to see how Megumi would react.

“I’ll be happy,” Megumi responds. “Am I going to be a big brother?”

You nod your head, resulting in you and Toji receiving a big hug from Megumi.

“I’m going to be a big brother!” Megumi suddenly yells at the table, surprising everyone, even you and Toji.

Toji and you look at each other, shrugging your shoulders as you both can’t do anything now that the news it’s out.

“It’s true,” Toji says, standing up. The guests starts to cheer in their seats.

As everyone heads towards y’all and congratulates you guys. Toji steps away for a bit, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything. He never thought it was possible to feel such happiness again. Toji looks back towards you, seeing you explain to Yuuji where the baby is as the small boy is confused. The father heads outside the tent, letting out a shaky breath. He closes his eyes, allowing a single tear to fall before aggressively wiping it off with his hand. Toji looks up at the sky and wonders if he deserves all of this.

If he deserves this second chance.

“Dad…” he hears Megumi’s voice, making him turn his head towards his son.

“What are you doing here?”

Toji walks up to his son, lifting him up and putting him on his shoulders. “Just thinking,” he tells his son, who hums.

“About mom?” Megumi asks, hands playing with his father’s hair.

“Yeah…” Toji responds.

Megumi also looks up at the sky, “It’s okay to be happy,” he tells his father, surprising him.

Toji slowly puts Megumi down, looking at his son, who’s giving him a small smile. “Don’t be sad that you’re happy,” his son tells him.

Toji kneels down to hear his son clearly, “It’s okay,” Megumi says. “We all deserve to feel happiness in our life.”

Toji can’t help but let a few more tears fall. He forgets that his son is very wise for such a young age. Megumi hugs his father, rubbing his back this time. “It’s not cool to be a crybaby,” he tells his father, making him chuckle.

This makes Toji recall the times he has teased you for always being so emotional during every movie night y’all would have. Now his son is making fun of him, karma, indeed.

“You’re right,” Toji says as he looks over at Megumi, who’s cleaning his face with a tissue he took from his pocket. “Thanks, dumpling.”

Toji picks him again, spinning the little boy. This makes Megumi break into laughter, telling his father to stop. ��Megumi…” Toji calls his son, making the little boy look over at his father.

“Are you happy?” he asks.

Megumi nods, “Very.”

Toji smiles, kissing his son’s cheek. “I’m also happy,” he says, laughing as he sees Megumi wipe his cheek from the kiss he received.

“Will we be happy forever?” Megumi suddenly asks.

“Of course,” Toji responds.

“N-No one will come and hurt us again, right?” His son asks, looking at his father in concern.

Toji knows that Megumi has been a bit traumatized by the apartment attack. His son kept having nightmares the first weeks you moved here. It took time for him to feel safe and secure, but Toji knows it’s hard to forget.

“Mom won’t get hurt, right?” Megumi asks, tightly holding onto his father’s sleeve. “No, dumpling,” Toji says, holding Megumi’s head and letting it rest on his shoulder.

“No one will hurt you or your mother ever again.”

Megumi wrapped his tiny arms around his father’s neck, and his face was hidden on his shoulder. “You’re safe,” Toji whispers, making his son lift his head up.

“Mom?” Megumi asks, looking at his father. “All of us, dumpling,” Toji assures his son.

“Will we be a happy family?” Megumi asks. “The happiest family,” Toji smiles.

Megumi rests his head on his father’s shoulder, having Toji rub his back.

“There you guys are,” they hear your voice.

“Everyone keeps asking where y’all went,” you say, pushing open the tent.

“Fresh air,” the two boys say, making you giggle.

You walk up to them, brushing Megumi’s bangs. “Everything okay?” you ask, seeing how Megumi clings to Toji.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” Toji assures you. “You sure?” you ask again, looking at Megumi, who nods.

Megumi reaches for you, accepting the little boy into your arms. “Are you happy, mom?” he suddenly asks you.

“Of course I am,” you respond. “I’m happy to be able to receive both your and your father’s love.”

“The two of you have given me many amazing memories these three years. And I hope we have more memories now that we will become a family,” you smile at Megumi, who kisses your cheek.

You feel an arm around your waist, making you look over, only to receive a kiss on your other cheek. “I love y’all too,” you giggle, making both boys smile.

“Come on, everyone is waiting,” you say, starting to walk inside the tent with Megumi in your arms.

Toji stays behind for a second, looking up at the sky, and smiles.

I’m happy.

“Toji?” he hears you call for him. “I’m coming, sunshine!” He yells, taking a final look at the sky before heading inside.

Toji understood that it was okay to feel and experience such warm emotions. That there wasn’t anything wrong with getting a second chance if you allowed it and did it right.

And he did.

Toji gave you many more memories to remember throughout the years. He also never broke his promise, as he always protected and loved the two of you. And he’s continuing to keep it as you will now be four.

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan babysitter

(Fourth official post)

(This one is a bit shorter than my other posts)

“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of them!” He placates your parents as they leave, waving them off and slamming the door shut when your parents have gone far enough.

He turns to you, with a rather fierce glare and shoos you off to your room. 

Yan babysitter that wants nothing to do with you, that only took the job because he needs the money. 

Yan babysitter who thinks you’re too old for a babysitter, but he doesn’t care, your parents are rich and that’s all he needs to know.

Yan babysitter who did not anticipate you to be such an irresponsible nuisance. (What’s with the weird cultists that keep knocking on the door and where’s that strange whispering coming from??)

Yan babysitter who quickly discovers that maybe this job was more than he bargained for, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive of his job.

Yan babysitter who, somehow, ended up trapped in another dimension and is trying to escape. (Turns out cultists don’t take too kindly to the door being slammed in their face)

Yan babysitter who is sure he’s going to die here in this strange dimension.

Yan Babysitter who regrets ever taking this job and swears that if he ever gets out he’s never coming to this house again.

Yan babysitter who faces the horrors of this other dimension, each monster warping his mind and easing him into insanity.

Yan babysitter who’s so close to escaping, but then he gets trapped by some weird otherworldly creature.

Yan babysitter whose life flashes before his eyes as the creature nears.

He closes his eyes and can only hope that this won’t be dragged out, he can feel the creature approach, and he can do nothing but curl up into a ball and beg for mercy.

However, death doesn’t come, no, just when the creature unhinged its jaw and prepares to (quite literally) devour Yan babysitter, he’s saved.

Yan babysitter who’s stunned whenever you rescue him and when he tries to express his gratitude you dismiss his gratitude. (This happened a lot, you tell him, you even suggest that it was your parents intention to sacrifice him.)

Yan babysitter, who from then on, is absolutely obsessed with you (he treats you like a deity, swearing that he’ll serve you forever.)

You brush him off, as you are used to saving irresponsible babysitters from the jaws of doom, then your try to ignore his constant rambling about you being a deity. (Because you aren’t, you’re just a normal person with magic powers) Yet, no matter how much you ignore him his ramblings don’t (Maybe you should’ve left him in that other dimension)

He takes your indifference as a sign of shyness, his mind warped by the brief time he spent in that other dimension. (Seriously, he’s going to need major therapy when he leaves this house) He decides to dedicate his life to protecting you or at the very least repay you for saving his life.

Which then leads to him following you around, intervening in everything you do and then isolating you from those he deems a threat. (Mostly your friends)

Somehow, in less than two weeks, he has threatened half of your neighborhood and caused almost all your friends to go missing. 

At this point, it occurs to you that maybe Yan babysitter is a danger to your lifestyle and you should probably get rid of him. Which marks the beginning of your attempts to erase him from existence, however this doesn’t sway him, and he somehow believes that the person targeting him is actually aiming for you.

So, now, you’ve got an overprotective babysitter watching your every move and probably hiding in your walls. (Maybe you should have let him rot in the other dimension, less trouble and you wouldn’t have had to explain to your parents why the demon in your basement is still hungry)

Yan babysitter who promises to always protect you and to be by your side forever. (He’s such a nuisance)

(Sorry for the short post, I was somewhat distracted by the tv when I was writing this.)

(Regardless, enjoy this post and feel free to comment)

[corroded-hellfire]

As You Wish - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him.

Note: This was intended to be a short little spicy blurb. Yet here we are. Babysitter!reader just might be my ultimate weakness. Reader is 20, Eddie is early to mid 30s.

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), babysitter!reader, infidelity, language, older!eddie, praise kink, breeding kink, I think that’s it?

Words: 10k

Part Two | All stories in this universe

“Ryan, did you finish your homework?”

Small dark eyes peek out at you from behind the curls that fall into his eyes. 

“No.”

Thankfully, this kid is honest to a fault. The day you first catch him in a lie you’ll be afraid he’s turning into his bitch of a mother. 

“And why not?” you ask. 

“I need help,” he says quietly. His voice sounds ashamed, and it etches a crack in your heart. 

“Then you ask.” You sit down next to him at the kitchen table and push his hair out of his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with asking for help, okay? Everyone needs it sometimes.”

Ryan nods his head and pulls a folder out of his backpack. While he shuffles some papers around, you hear his younger brother on the other side of the couch, making car honking and crashing noises as he plays with his Hot Wheels. 

“Luke, are you hungry?” 

“No!” comes the response in between fake automobile sounds.

Ryan slides a piece of paper in front of you and your eyes glance over it. You’re not surprised it’s his reading homework again. He’s often gotten embarrassed about being behind the other kids in his class. 

“Okay, we got this,” you tell him. “Oh, I know you know this word.” Ryan stares at it, brow pinching in concentration. “Come on, sound it out.”

“D…dif.” Ryan pauses to let out a sigh. “Differ. Differen. Different. Different!” 

“You got it!”

A smile brightens his face as you wrap your arm around his shoulders. He looks so proud of himself, and it warms your heart. 

Luke gets up and walks over to you at the table. Even though you’ve been watching him for over a year now, you’re still shocked at how much Eddie’s youngest son looks exactly like him. He’s a miniature Eddie with blue eyes. Luke rests his head against your shoulder, and you wrap your other arm around his shoulders. 

“What’s up?” you ask Luke.

“Bored.”

“Bored?” you ask. “You were just playing.”

“Now I’m bored,” Luke says. 

The front doorknob turns and both boys’ heads snap in that direction. Luke’s gone from your side before Eddie even has a chance to step one boot inside the threshold. He’s expecting it though and swoops his youngest son up in his arms as he steps inside. 

“Hey, what’s up, rugrat?” Eddie asks. He kicks the door closed behind him and manhandles Luke until he’s holding him upside down.

“Ahh! Daddy! Put me down!”

“You sure? Okay.” Eddie holds him over the couch and drops him on his back onto the soft cushions. He kicks his boots off in the doorway of his bedroom and tugs the hair tie from the back of his head, setting his wild curls free. The dark blue coveralls still adorn his legs, the arms of the jumpsuit tied around his waist, and his plain white t-shirt is smudged with dirty fingerprints. 

“Hi, Dad,” Ryan says, front tooth missing, making his smile even more adorable. 

Eddie presses a kiss to the top of his head as he walks by, pressing one to yours next, shooting you a playful smirk as he walks into the kitchen. He’s only messing around, so why are your cheeks heating up so much?

“How was work?” you ask.

“Same old, same old,” Eddie says. He walks over to the table, popping the cap off a water bottle and chugging down half its contents in one go. The way his Adam’s apple bobs as he drinks catches your attention and you can’t seem to tear your eyes away. When he pulls the bottle away from his mouth, you turn your eyes down to Ryan’s worksheet, so you’re not caught staring.

“How’s work for you?” Eddie asks. 

“Pretty good,” you tell him. “You saved me though because a certain little someone told me he was bored.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns to look at Luke on the couch. 

“Bored? Again? Really?”

Luke shrugs and runs around the couch to launch himself at his dad. Eddie catches him with one arm, not spilling a drop of water from his bottle in the other. It’s hot, really, how effortlessly strong he is. You’d been by the garage he works at twice when your car was acting up, and the way Eddie looked bent over the hood or slid underneath the car had you thinking of ways to sabotage your own vehicle. 

Ryan tugs on your sleeve and points down at his homework again.

“Right,” you say, shifting in your chair to look down at the paper again.

“I can help him with his homework,” Eddie says. You glance up and shoot him a smile.

“It’s no problem. Looks like you’ve got your hands full anyway.”

Luke lets out a war cry as he hangs onto his dad’s arm, little legs kicking dangerously close to Eddie’s crotch.

“Watch the goods,” Eddie warns him. You’re forced to look back down at Ryan’s worksheet and try desperately not to think of said goods. Not like you haven’t thought about them every single day since you met him.

“Enormous!”

“What?” Your head jolts up to look at Ryan, cheeks heating up and eyes wide.

“That’s the next word! I know this one!”

Letting out a deep breath, your eyes see the next word on the page is indeed “enormous.” 

“Very good,” you tell him.

“I know it ‘cause it’s in my favorite book,” the seven-year-old tells you with a proud smile on his face. 

“You’re such a smartie,” you tell him and ruffle his hair. He kicks his legs back and forth under the table and his tongue pokes out of his lips as he looks at the next word on the paper. Both boys have the same habit of sticking out their tongues when they’re concentrating, just like their father. 

Ryan is able to sound out most of the remaining words on the list on his own, only needing your help once or twice. He happily puts his homework away, excited to show his teacher tomorrow how well he did. When he goes off to play in his room, Luke following behind him, you stand up and grab your bag. Eddie’s leaning against the doorway in the kitchen and your eyes catch the clock over his shoulder. Usually, Brittany’s home by now. You must make a face at the thought. Either that or Eddie can read your mind – which you really hope isn’t the case.

“Said she’s working late,” Eddie says. 

“Mm,” you hum. That’s bullshit and you both know it. You don’t trust yourself to say anything about her without insulting his wife to his face, so you keep your mouth shut. 

“What do you want for dinner tomorrow?” Eddie asks.

“Anything as long as you’re not cooking it.” Your teasing smirk has him pushing off the wall and knocking his shoulder into you as he walks past.

“Oh, you’re so funny,” he says dryly as he opens the fridge and grabs a beer.

“Whatever the kids want,” you say, answering his original question. 

Eddie snorts as he opens his beer. He turns back to you and your eyes involuntarily track the bottle up to his lips and the way his throat moves when he drinks. You really have to stop staring at him when all he’s doing is simply taking a drink.

“They’ll eat anything, you know that,” Eddie says once he’s taken a sip. If he noticed the way you were looking at him, he doesn’t let it show. “You’re a pickier eater than they are.”

You scoff and reach out to swat his arm, making him chuckle. 

“I am not,” you say. He raises his eyebrows at you and sets his beer down on the counter. 

“So, should I pick up sushi on the way home from work tomorrow?”

“Oh, come on,” you whine. “That’s like, the one food I don’t like.”

“Uh huh,” he says, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “I’ll leave money for pizza, then.”

“I can afford a pizza, Eddie,” you say. When you’d first met, he’d almost winced when you called him “Mr. Munson.” He’s just been Eddie ever since.

“You’re not paying for a pizza my kids are going to eat most of,” he says. “S’bad enough you’re working outside of your usual schedule.”

“Eddie,” you say, taking a step towards him. “I’m your babysitter. It’s literally my job to watch your kids when you’re not going to be home. My schedule is whenever you need me.”

“It’s a Friday night, you should be going out,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“I could’ve said I was busy, and I couldn’t watch them. But I wasn’t, so I am. Besides, it’s your anniversary.” At this, Eddie gives a quick roll of his eyes which you politely ignore. “I wasn’t going to just bail on you. Besides, I didn’t have a date or plans with friends or anything.” You think you’re imagining the spark of fire in his eyes when you mention a date, but you secretly hope you’re not. 

“Which is ridiculous,” Eddie says. “Don’t understand how you’re not constantly hanging out with friends or dating or stuff.” He shrugs and takes a step closer to you. “You work too hard. At school and work.”

“But I’m passing my classes,” you tell him. What you don’t tell him is that you’ve turned down invitations to hang out with friends, frat parties, and even dates because you’d rather watch Ryan and Luke just to see Eddie for the brief moments before he left and when he got home. You’ve never admitted that to anyone, actually, because you know it’s pretty pathetic to be so enamored with the father of the kids you babysit. 

“Of course you are,” Eddie says. He smiles and reaches out to tug on a lock of your hair. “You’re ridiculously smart. Can be anything you want to be.”

Your wife, you think before mentally smacking yourself. He’s married. And celebrating his anniversary tomorrow. Even if his wife is a cheating, lying bitch.

“I’m working on it,” you say. Speaking of which, you have a paper due tomorrow so you probably should leave. As much as you really don’t want to. “I should head out.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You will.”

Eddie walks you to the front door and you grip the strap of your bag so hard your knuckles are turning white. It’s not fair, this effect he has on you. It’s maddening.

“Get home safe,” Eddie says as he opens the door for you.

“Thanks.” You give him a small smile as you step outside. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

When you step up to the Munson door the next day, you can already hear Brittany screaming at one of the kids somewhere in the house. For as long as you’ve known the family, the kids have never once given you a reason to scream at them, nor have you seen Eddie ever get above slightly raising his voice at them. Before you lift your fist to knock, you let out a loud, long groan, releasing all the tension already in your body since you’re about to be given more.

Brittany answers after a long minute of you waiting. Half of her dirty blonde hair is up in curlers and there’s a mascara wand in her hand. She looks crazed, which isn’t too far off, you think. 

“Oh. Aren’t you early?” No hello, no greeting. 

“Um, I don’t think so. Eddie told me five.”

“Oh.” She walks away from the door, leaving it open behind her, and you know that’s the closest thing to an invitation inside that you’re going to get. Taking advantage of being alone in the entryway, you roll your eyes as you toe off your shoes and close the front door. Luke’s laying on the couch, watching Lady and the Tramp, so you plop down next to him and squeeze his ankle.

“Hey, you,” you say.

“Hi,” Luke says, eyes never leaving the animated dogs on the screen. His five-year-old mind is clearly immersed in the story, so you decide to leave him alone and head into the kitchen. There’s a pizza menu on the table, along with a twenty-dollar bill. You huff a laugh and go to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

“Hey, have you seen my…” Eddie comes around the corner, only in a pair of fitted black pants, and stops short when he sees you. A smile appears on his face as he looks at you though, which only causes your stomach to flutter more than it already was at seeing him shirtless. You refuse to take your eyes off of his because you know you wouldn’t be able to help yourself from gawking at his chest and soaking in every little detail of his pale skin. “You’re not my wife.” Yeah, I fucking know, you think. Don’t remind me. 

“Maybe I could still help,” you say. “Have I seen your what?” Your voice sounds scratchy, so you take a large sip of water, hoping he’d only think you sounded off because you’re thirsty. And you are. In multiple ways. 

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Eddie says. 

Yeah, because the bitch was screaming, you think.

“Brittany let me in.”

“Honestly, you can just walk in whenever you get here,” Eddie says. “You’re family at this point.”

Say I’m like a little sister to you and I will cry.

“I’ll remember that,” you say. “Now, what can’t you find this time?”

He throws you a teasing glare as he walks over to the counter, shuffling through the clutter there.

“I’m looking for a small blue bag. I thought it was in my coat pocket, but I can’t find it.”

“You sure?” You’re admiring his naked back as he searches, eyes trailing down to his ass in the beautifully flattering pants, but your eyes snap back up to his as he turns around.

“Listen, my sunglasses were on my head once when I lost them.” “And your wallet was in your hand that one time you were looking for it,” you tease him.

“Okay, Miss Smartypants,” Eddie says as he walks closer to you. He wraps one arm around your shoulders and digs the fingers of his other hand into your ribs, making you let out a loud squeal as he tickles you. Instinctively, you go to push him away and your hands rest on his bare chest. You swear you can feel physical sparks under your skin as you touch him. 

“Eddie!”

The yell coming from his bedroom has Eddie dropping his head forward and letting out a sigh. Reluctantly – you’d like to think, anyway – he lets go of you and shoots you half a smile as he makes his way down the hall. Your head is filled with a dizzying excitement and the urge to cry all wrapped up in one. Turning to walk back towards the living room, you catch sight of Eddie’s coat draped over a kitchen chair. With a smirk on your face, you walk over to it and slip your hands into the pockets. Unsurprisingly, you pull out a small blue paper bag from the left pocket. 

“You adorable scatterbrain,” you mumble to yourself as you put it back where you found it.

Ryan runs down the hallway and almost bumps into you. He slides to a stop on his socks and grins as he pounces on you. His arms wrap around your middle, and you chuckle as you hug the boy back.

“Missed me, huh?” you ask.

“Yes! And guess what?”

“What?” you ask, pulling back to look at him. His head tilts up to face you, a smile identical to his dad’s beaming up at you.

“I got an A on my spelling test today!” “You did? Oh, I’m so proud of you!” You pull him in for another hug and kiss the top of his head. He chuckles and squirms out of your grip.

“Dad says I get to pick a new book at the store this weekend.”

“That’s amazing, buddy,” you tell him. “I told you you’re a smartie.”

“We gonna get pizza?” Ryan asks, eyes catching the menu on the table.

“We are,” you tell him. “What kind do you want?”

“Sausage,” he says, not to your surprise.

“And Luke will want pepperoni,” you say.

“Wow, you’d think you’ve been here before,” Eddie says as he comes back into the kitchen. If it was possible for a voice to smirk, his would be doing it now. Unfortunately, when he enters this time, he’s in a shirt. It’s a nice shirt, though. It’s a beige color with razor-thin black stripes going vertically down. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off your favorite of all his tattoos: the bats. You’ve spent far too much time thinking about those seven inked bats.

“Heard you’re taking a trip to the bookstore this weekend,” you say to Eddie. A proud look comes to his face as his eyes shift to his son. It’ll never cease to make your heart soar, seeing how much he loves his children. 

“Sure are,” Eddie says. “And he gets whatever he wants.”

Ryan’s grin grows and he walks over to his dad who musses his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Oh, I found your missing bag.” A smug smirk comes to your face as you cross your arms over your chest. Eddie’s eyes shoot up to you.

“Where?” he asks.

“Your pocket,” you say through a laugh.

“Are you shitting me?” Ryan shoots his dad a dirty look and Eddie just shrugs apologetically at him. He makes his way over to his coat and lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls the bag out. “I could’ve sworn I checked there. Jesus, you’re a lifesaver.” Eddie opens the bag as Ryan leaves the kitchen, going to join his brother in the living room. There’s a small black velvet box in Eddie’s hand and his eyes flit up to yours. “Want to see?”

“Duh.” 

Inside there’s a diamond necklace with a delicate silver chain. You gasp as your eyes take in the piece of jewelry. It’s gorgeous. Eddie smiles as you lean in to take a better look. The charm is the silver outline of a heart with a diamond right in the middle. It’s the perfect size and you can basically feel how it would rest against your skin. But, of course, it’s not for you. It’s for the woman who’s cheating on him. The thought has you pulling back from the necklace, and you clear your throat.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him. “She’s going to love it.”

“You think?” Eddie asks as he closes the box.

“How could she not?” you ask, a small, forced smile on your face. How could she not love the necklace? How could she be such a lying bitch all the time? How could she cheat on such a wonderful and gorgeous husband? You’d never understand how her mind works. 

Eddie replaces the gift in his pocket just as Brittany walks into the kitchen, hair and makeup now complete. As awful as she is, you can’t deny that she’s pretty. Her heart-shaped face framed by long wavy hair, and bright blue eyes underneath thick, dark lashes. She’s wearing a dark red dress that hugs her curves and you feel suddenly self-conscious in your jeans and t-shirt. It’s obvious why Eddie would fall for her when they were teenagers, but it’s not as obvious why he’s stayed with her all this time. 

“Ready?” Brittany asks.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie says. He grabs his coat from the chair and shrugs it on his shoulders. 

“Make sure they take a bath,” Brittany says as she snatches her purse up from the counter.

Before you can answer, Eddie steps in.

“Britt, she knows,” Eddie says. You give him a grateful smile. You’re pretty sure that you’ve gotten her kids to take more baths than she ever has. At least they like and listen to you. 

You follow both of them into the living room where Brittany snaps her fingers at her sons to get their attention. It’s like she thinks they’re the dogs they’re watching on the television.

“We’ll be back after you’re asleep.” The boys are hardly paying attention to her. “Listen to her more than you do me.” 

Her. Not even your name. But they’re always great for you, something you’d love to rub in her smug face. 

Eddie actually goes over to give his sons hugs and kisses goodbye, which they both return wholeheartedly. Brittany checks her watch as Eddie gives Luke one more kiss.

“Be good,” he tells them, to which they nod. “Thanks again for watching them.”

You wave him off as you follow them to the front door. Brittany strolls out, heels clacking on the pavement outside as she marches to the car. Eddie gives you one more smile before he digs his keys out of the pocket and follows after his wife. With a sigh, you shut and lock the door behind him. God, what you wouldn’t give to be in Brittany’s place. 

When the pizza’s been ordered and delivered, you and the boys sit on the couch and watch The Muppets. You’re not paying much attention to the show, but Ryan’s question takes you by surprise.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

You almost choke on the piece of cheese that just slid down your throat. A glance at the television screen shows Miss Piggy and Kermit on a romantic date, which makes you realize Ryan’s train of thought.

“Oh, no, I don’t,” you tell him.

“Mom wants you to,” Luke says, eyes never leaving the screen. Your head turns so quickly that you hear your neck crack. 

“What?” you ask.

“We heard Mom and Dad talking,” Ryan says in between bites. “Mom said you should have our Uncle Dustin as your boyfriend.”

“O-Oh?” You shift in your seat, the room suddenly feeling hot. Part of you knows you’ll regret it, but you need to know. “What did Daddy say?”

“He said no,” Luke says matter-of-factly. 

The way your heart soars is ridiculous, and you know that, but you can’t help it. 

“Did they say anything else?” you ask, voice cracking. 

“Daddy told Mom that she shouldn’t start you up with anyone,” Ryan says. Your brow furrows in confusion as you think for a minute.

“You mean ‘set me up?’” you ask.

Ryan shrugs and takes another bite of his pizza. 

“Then Mom yelled at us to go back to our rooms,” Luke says. 

Your head is spinning but you can’t exactly grill the children or ask them what they think this means. All you can do is pretend to watch The Muppets and finish your pizza as your thoughts circle around your mind. 

The boys take their baths with no problem and Luke only asks for one extra bedtime story, which is good for him. Once you’ve checked that they’re both asleep, you pad down the hallway towards the living room. It’s chilly in the house and you rub your hands over your bare arms. An idea strikes you and your head swivels in the direction of the master bedroom. They wouldn’t be home for hours, so what’s the harm of wearing one of Eddie’s hoodies? You slip into the room and aren’t surprised to find it messy. You could count the number of times you’ve been in here on one hand and it was usually trying to find something with the boys.

With them asleep and you having the time, you let your nosey nature take hold of you and look around the room. There’s a television tucked into one corner, balanced precariously on a small end table. The comforter on the bed is a pea green color that you hardly think Eddie would've picked out. Photo frames dot the white walls, most filled with smiling pictures of Ryan and Luke from infancy to the present day. There are only a few photos that have both Eddie and Brittany in them, and hardly any of just the two of them alone. The one exception is their wedding photo hanging on the wall opposite the bed. You smile at younger Eddie looking at the camera. He looks so handsome in his black tux, bowtie looking so foreign around his throat. Brittany looks stunning in her gown and if you didn’t know her, you’d think they make a cute couple. But you sneer at the bride looking at you from the other side of the glass and turn away from the picture. 

A black hoodie rests on top of a pile of clothes next to the bed and you swipe it up. Slipping it over your head, you smile at the warmth and scent of Eddie that fills you. You make your way back to the living room and wrap your arms around yourself as you walk. Grabbing the remote from where it sits on the coffee table, you settle in on the couch. There’s nothing good on as you flip through the channels, so you decide to get up and pop The Princess Bride into the VHS player. 

When it’s a little more than halfway through, you hear keys jingling at the front door and you sit up, watching as the doorknob turns. Eddie walks in, alone, and tosses his keys down on the small hall table near the door. You watch him with a frown on your face as he strips off his coat and hangs it up on the coat rack with a sigh. There’s a dejected look on his face as he kicks his shoes off. He turns to you and gives you a sad smile before coming to sit down next to you.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Brittany?” you ask.

“According to her?” Eddie asks with a disbelieving laugh. “Her sister’s. Probably one of her boyfriends’ places though.”

“One of?” Your eyebrows shoot up and Eddie shrugs.

“I’ve lost count,” he admits. It was never said out loud between you and Eddie, but you both knew the other knew that Brittany was having an affair. Or affairs, apparently. Eddie fishes the small velvet box containing the diamond necklace out of his pants pocket and tosses it on the coffee table. “She, uh, got mad when I gave her the necklace.” 

“Mad?” you ask. “Why the hell would she get mad?”

Eddie rubs a hand over his face and shakes his head. He looks so exhausted; it makes your heart ache for him.

“Apparently the diamond is too small for being married for nine years.”

“What the fuck?”

It just slips out of your mouth, but it makes Eddie laugh. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a sigh. “What the fuck?”

“That’s really shitty,” you tell him. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shrugs and you notice he doesn’t look all that sad. Or surprised. 

“How were the kids?” Eddie asks.

“Angels as always,” you tell him. “They’re good kids.”

“They are,” Eddie says with a fond smile on his face. 

“Because of you.” You nudge your shoulder against his and he smiles wider.

“Thanks – hey. Is that my hoodie?”

“Oh,” you say, looking down at it. “Uh, yeah, sorry. I was cold. Do you want it back?”

“No, no.” Eddie waves you off. “It looks good on you.” 

Your face heats up at his words and he seems to notice. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he nudges your shoulder with his own in return. You lick over your lips and don’t give yourself time to contemplate your next words.

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

He turns his head to look at you, eyes roaming over your face, trying to see the meaning behind your words. Heart hammering against your ribs, you decide to bite your lower lip; you can either play it as an attempt at sexy or an innocent gesture, depending on Eddie’s response. 

“I always feel better when you’re around.” He speaks softly and it only adds to the intimacy of his words. 

Unable to help the smile that comes to your face, you look down at your lap before looking back at Eddie from underneath your eyelashes. He’s watching you, lips parted, eyes darkening. Heat pools down to your core at the look. You situate yourself so you’re facing him on the couch, one elbow perched on the back of it, arm propping your head up. 

“Can I ask you something personal?” you ask quietly. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, though.”

“You can ask me anything.”

His words send your stomach flip flopping, and you unconsciously lean in towards him.

“If you know she’s cheating on you, why are you still with her?”

Eddie sighs and looks down to his lap. A sad smile is on his face when he looks back up to you. “She’s pretty awful, isn’t she?” He winces as he says it, like it’s the first time he’s admitted it to anyone besides himself. You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place though because she’s still his wife and you don’t want to say anything bad about her. Even if it is all true. When you stay quiet, Eddie shrugs his shoulders and starts to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t know. Guess I’m afraid.”

“Of what?” you ask, voice laced in concern.

He leans his head back until it’s resting on the back of the couch, and he runs his hands over his face. 

“Oh, God,” he says. He drops his hands back to his lap and tilts his head to look at you. “I guess there’s this voice inside that keeps saying ‘who else would want me?’”

“That’s not true,” you say without hesitation. You lean forward and bring your hand up to rest on his shoulder. “Don’t say that. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”

“Yeah?” The self-deprecating smile he’s giving you fills you with ire. How dare this woman make Eddie feel like he’s unlovable. That he’s unwanted. You’ve known from the moment you met him that Eddie was special, and this bitch has had him over ten years and is still too blind to see it. 

“Eddie,” you say as you give his shoulder a squeeze. “You’re really fucking awesome.”

He chuckles at that, and the way his eyes crinkle in the corners has your heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. 

“You’re pretty fucking awesome, too,” he says. 

“You clean up nice, too,” you tell him as you reach for the buttons on his shirt. The two top ones aren’t fastened, so you let your fingers linger on the third, right where a sparse patch of chest hair starts to peek out. It feels like a game of chicken. Both of you wanting to toe over that line between friendly and too intimate for friends, but neither sure how to make that final push. 

“While you look hot in an old sweatshirt,” Eddie says. That was definitely a step over that line, you decide. Face turning pink, you move forward and lift one leg over Eddie’s lap until you’re straddling him. His hands immediately rest on your hips, and you give him a shy smile as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“This okay?” you ask. 

“Very,” Eddie says and pulls you forward by your hips until your chest is up against his. “Shit, I shouldn’t want this.” His beautiful brown eyes are searching your face, taking in every little feature that he finds adorable, that makes you you. “But I have wanted it. For so long.” Your mind is having trouble comprehending that he’s wanted you. Smoke is probably coming out of your ears because he’s short circuited your brain. Realizing you’re just staring at him dumbly, your face flushes.

“Me too,” you admit. Even through the material of all the layers between you, you can feel the hardness your core is resting up against. Giving an experimental rock of your hips over it, you let out a whine. Eddie shudders and his eyes fall closed. How long has it been since Brittany’s made him feel good? Slept with him? Touched him? Even looked at him in a way that would please him? How she’s not constantly on her knees for her husband is incomprehensible to you. 

You trail your hands from his neck to his shoulders, slowly moving them to rest on his chest. Under your right hand his heart is beating so fast and the thought that you’re the one doing this to him feels wild. You lean and press a soft kiss to his cheek. From there, you move up to whisper in his ear.

“I want to make you feel good.” 

Eddie shivers from your words and a soft moan leaves his lips. You trail soft kisses down his jaw, taking your time – it’s agonizingly slow in Eddie’s opinion. Stopping when you’re just shy of his mouth, you pull back and nuzzle the tip of your nose against his. It’s all Eddie needs before he’s cupping your jaw in his large hand and bringing your mouth down against his. The moment your lips touch his, everything feels right. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave five little bruises behind. The kiss starts slow and sweet, but quickly becomes a mess of tongues and breathing into one another’s mouths as you try to taste every part of each other. You slide your hands up to cup Eddie’s neck as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. It causes you to whine and roll your hips down against Eddie’s. 

“Shhh,” Eddie says as he pulls back from your lips. His eyes are blown, his mouth is kissed bruised, breaths are shallow, and you think he’s never looked more beautiful. “Don’t want to wake the boys.” 

You nod and rest your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath. 

“Y-Your room?” you ask shyly. 

“Really?” Eddie asks, seeming surprised. “Are you sure?”

“Eddie,” you say with a laugh. “You think I would’ve climbed on your lap and shoved my tongue down your throat if I didn’t want to?”

That’s all the answer he needs. He stands with you still in his lap, and you let out a muffled squeal as you hide your face in his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. Eddie blindly reaches down and grabs the remote from the coffee table.

“Princess Bride, huh?” Eddie asks and you can hear the teasing in his tone.

“It’s a great movie,” you say. “Now are you going to take me to your room?”

The television clicks off and the remote lands on the couch with a thud.

“As you wish.”

You almost melt on the spot with those words. He carries you down the hall, your lips attached to his neck the entire time. Your tongue glides over a particularly sensitive spot and a moan slips free of Eddie’s mouth as he steps in his room. Kicking the door shut behind him, Eddie takes you over to the bed and lays you down on it. Quickly locking the bedroom door, he’s about to crawl on top of you when you slip out from under him and kneel at his feet on the floor.

“Please?” you ask, bringing your hand up to rub over his clothed erection. “Can I please suck you off?”

“Fuck,” Eddie mumbles as his hands fly to his belt. As he works with that buckle, you pop the button open on his pants and pull down the zipper. You help him shove his pants and boxers down until they’re pooled around his ankles, and you let him use you for balance so he can step out of them entirely. Even semi hard his length is ridiculously impressive. Definitely bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you feel yourself getting wetter just from imagining how he’s going to stretch you open. 

“Such a pretty cock.” You don’t even realize you’ve said the words until you see his dick twitch and a whimper comes from above you. Spitting into your hand, you reach forward and wrap your hand around the base and jerk him a few times. When you look up at him you see that his eyes have drifted closed and he’s biting his bottom lip. A bead of precum forms on his slit and you lean forward to lick it off. 

“Shit,” Eddie swears quietly. After a few more kitten licks to the tip, you engulf the whole head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge of his tip. You bob your head a few times, taking him further and further each time you come back. When you have as much of him as you can possibly handle, you keep jerking the rest with your hand and hollow out your cheeks. 

Eddie’s moans are so beautiful that you’re pretty sure you could cum just listening to him. You have to squeeze your thighs together to give yourself some relief as you keep your head moving at a steady pace. Making it your personal mission to get him to hit the back of your throat, you dig your fingers into Eddie’s thighs and pull them in towards you. It works, and Eddie’s chanting your name like a prayer as you gag, tears streaming down your face. You pull off with a pop before dipping down and running your tongue over his balls.

“You’re going to kill me,” Eddie says with a breathy laugh. His cock, covered in your spit, keeps bumping against your face as you mouth at his sack. When your nose bumps into his shaft, you pull off of his balls and run your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. You swirl your tongue around the tip a few more times before you let him fall from your mouth.

“I want you to cum in my mouth. But I want you to cum inside me even more.”

Eddie’s entire chest is flushed, and you grin in satisfaction. He looks too blissed out to speak so you start at his knee and press sweet kisses up his leg. When you get to his hip, you pull back to inspect the artwork there. The tattoo is right in the dip of his hip, below the V that leads to his dick. It’s a crescent moon made from what looks like thorns and twigs. One of the twigs is hanging longer than the rest so that it almost looks like the moon is a sickle and the long branch it’s handle.  You press a few soft kisses against the inked skin before slowly running your tongue over it. 

“Any other surprise tattoos I’m going to find?” you ask with a smirk as you stand up. 

“Only one way to find out.” Eddie grins and pulls you against his body to attach his lips to yours. His grip on you is firm, but never too tight. Like you’re delicate, not fragile. 

Eddie backs you up until the back of your knees hit the bed and you only break the kiss to crawl up towards the pillows. Eddie undoes the button on your jeans, and you lift your hips to help him slide them off. He tosses them to the floor and picks up your ankle in one hand. The open mouth kisses he starts pressing against the skin of your ankle and up your calf has you trembling under his touch. His kisses continue up until he’s kissing the inside of your thigh. When he gives the gentlest of bites to the meat of your leg, he runs his tongue over it to soothe the skin. His nose nudges the edge of your panties, and he looks up at you with his impossibly alluring eyes.

“Wanna taste you so bad, baby. Can I?”

Your hips buck at his words and you’re nodding your head, unable to speak. 

He hooks his fingers on the elastic of your purple cotton panties and slides them down your legs until they’ve joined your jeans on the floor. Before leaning back down between your legs, Eddie undoes the buttons on his shirt and slips it off his shoulders. Standing completely bare in front of you, you’re not sure which is throbbing harder, your heart or your pussy. 

You go to reach for the hem of the hoodie that you’re wearing, but Eddie stops you.

“Wanna lick your pussy while you’re wearing my clothes.”

You’re forced to throw a hand over your mouth to stifle the whine that leaves your lips. How you’re going to survive this without making any noise, you have no idea. 

Eddie situates himself between your legs and a shyness suddenly comes over you and your legs start to close.

“Nuh uh,” Eddie tuts. “Come on, let me see you.”

Face burning, you open your legs back up and are rewarded with the hottest groan you’ve ever heard. “Fuck, baby.” Using his large hands, he spreads your legs a little wider to give him a better view. You whimper as he stares at your sex, feeling vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. 

“God, you have such a pretty pussy, baby.” He slides a finger through your folds and you’re already so wet that it makes a schlick sound as he collects your arousal with his hand. “So, so wet. This all for me, baby?”

“You,” you pant out. “All for you. Only for you.”

His thumb finds your clit and your back arches off the bed, hips cantering as you try to hold back a moan.

“Shit baby, I can’t wait to hear those pretty noises you make.”

He can’t wait? Does this mean he wants to do this again? Somewhere where you’re the only two there so you can be as loud as you want? A particularly tight circle over your clit yanks you out of your head and back into your body that’s experiencing nirvana. His head dips down and he runs his tongue flat from your hole up to your sensitive little button. He does it again and his nose catches your clit on the way up, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. 

Eddie’s tongue is long. You’ve noticed it many, many times over the year, and you often wondered just how talented that large muscle was. Now that you’re finding out, you know that no other tongue could ever compete. His tongue goes from flicking over your bundle of nerves to teasing your hole. 

“You taste even better than I imagined,” Eddie says into the crook of your thigh. His words go straight down between your legs. “Fuck, watching your hole flutter is about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It wants you so bad,” you whine. 

Eddie answers your prayer and slips a thick finger inside of you. It’s not nearly enough but you’re too busy focusing on the fact that part of Eddie is inside you. It’s something you’ve thought about almost every night for a year now. 

A second finger slips in beside the first one and you bite your lip as his fingers explore. He crooks his fingers up and you’re seeing stars as he presses into that magical spongy spot inside of you.  

“Close,” you whine out. “N-Need your mouth.”

“Anything for you, princess.” 

If the nickname wasn't enough to have you teetering on the edge, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot every time was doing the trick. 

“Shit, Eddie,” you say as quietly as you can. “I’m – fuck – I’m coming.”

“Come on, baby,” Eddie encourages. “Cum on my tongue.”

Once Eddie feels your walls spasming against his fingers, he quickly replaces them with his tongue so he can lick you through your orgasm. You throw your head to the side, muffling your moans into a pillow next to you. They’re still loud but stifled enough. 

Eddie crawls up your body, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. 

“You taste so fucking perfect, baby,” Eddie says. “Pretty sure I’m addicted now.”

“I’ll give you your fix for as long as you want it,” you say. 

His grin is feral as he leans down and captures your lips with his. Eddie licks into your mouth and you moan into him as you taste yourself. Breaking away for air, he smirks when he sees he’s smeared your slick on your own face. He reaches down and wipes it away with his thumb, the act so soft compared to the tantalizing kiss. 

“Can I take this off now?” you ask, squirming in the hoodie. “I’m hot.”

“Hell yes you are,” Eddie says, hands slipping under the sweatshirt and helping you take it off. Your t-shirt is next, getting tossed somewhere behind Eddie. Left only in your black silky bra, Eddie cups your breast in his hand, making you arch your back up into his touch. Taking advantage of your body coming up off the bed, he reaches around and unhooks your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms. A whine escapes you as his thumb flicks over your nipple. You slip the bra fully off and tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair as his mouth attaches to the nipple on your other breast, tongue swirling over the hardened bud. 

Eddie’s hips rock against yours, his hard cock rubbing against your folds for friction, catching against your clit with every other thrust. He pulls off your nipple with a pop and trails his hot tongue over your collarbone and up your neck. A shiver runs down your spine as Eddie blows against the wet stripe on your neck, the contrast in temperatures making you tighten your hold in his hair. When you give a little tug, a soft moan slips from Eddie’s lips. 

Hands trail down your sides as Eddie attaches his mouth to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. You’re sure there’s going to be a mark there tomorrow and the thought fills you with pride. You’ll gladly show off your marked body from Eddie, looking in the mirror every time you need a reminder that this night happened. 

“Need you inside me, Eddie,” you whisper. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie says against your neck. He reluctantly pulls his mouth from your skin to lean over to his nightstand. You grab his wrist before he can open the drawer though.

“No,” you say. “Want to feel you. All of you.”

Eddie looks down at you, hand coming to cup your face. 

“You sure, sweetheart?”

“M’on the pill,” you say as you nod your head. “Please, Eddie.”

There was nothing Eddie wouldn’t give you, especially when you asked so politely. 

Not sure if this would ever happen again, you wanted to make sure you got the full experience. 

Eddie reaches down and grabs his cock, gathering your slickness as he rubs in between your folds. Your hips are rocking and you’re letting out small breathy whines, driving Eddie absolutely crazy. A gasp escapes your lips as the head of Eddie’s cock presses against your entrance. He swallows the sounds with his mouth, bracing himself on one forearm as he pushes into you. 

Your fingers grip Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into the soft, warm skin. 

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles against your mouth, letting your delicious wet warmth pull him in. “You’re so fucking tight.” 

“S-So big, Eddie,” you whimper against his cheek. You’re not just blowing smoke either; the thick head of Eddie's cock stretching you in the most pleasurable way you’ve ever experienced. You keep thinking there can’t possibly be more for him to give you, but he just keeps filling you. When he finally bottoms out, you feel like you could burst from how full you feel. 

Eddie presses his forehead against yours as he stills, giving you a moment to adjust. All your whimpering and whining has him twitching inside of you, reveling in the grip of your cunt. 

“Please…please move.” You’re already looking up at him with such a fucked out expression that Eddie isn’t sure he’s going to last long. The only pleasure he’s gotten has been from his own hand for months now, so going from that to your perfect pussy has him feeling like he’s a teenager again. Granted, most of the time he had himself gripped in his fist he was thinking about you, but the real thing is much, much better. 

He pulls his hips back and you moan into Eddie’s shoulder as you feel every little drag of his cock against your walls. You’d never been with anyone like this before; there’s always been a condom before. But this was Eddie and everything you’ve ever wanted. 

Once he’s pulled almost all the way out, Eddie slides back in, hips starting a steady pace. He drops his head down into your neck and groans, the sound making you clench around him. You wrap your legs around Eddie’s hips, clinging to him in every way possible. Every inch of your skin is pressed up against Eddie’s, unable to tell whose sweat is whose. 

“You feel perfect,” Eddie murmurs against your neck. “Such a perfect little pussy.” 

When the head of his cock hits just the right spot, you gasp and dig your fingers in even harder to his shoulders. Your eyes are rolling back in your head as Eddie keeps the same angle, hitting that spot over and over again.

“Fuck, Eddie. Making me feel so good.”

He pulls back to look at your face and your fucked out expression has his hips picking up their pace. Sweat shining on your skin and pieces of hair sticking to your face, Eddie thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

“Feels good?” Eddie asks, to which you nod dumbly. He smirks and his hips start to fuck into you faster. “Such a good girl, for me. Pussy taking me so well.”

Looking at him through heavily lidded eyes, your mouth hangs open as he fucks all the thoughts from your head. 

“Wanna be your g-good girl,” you manage to get out.

“Oh, you are,” Eddie says. “My sweet, perfect girl.” He leans down and attaches his lips to your jaw. 

Eddie calling you his girl has you forgetting you’re supposed to be quiet, and a breathy moan escapes you.

“Shhh, baby,” Eddie says. “The boys are sleeping.” You nod and a smirk comes to his face. “You want me to fill you up, sweetheart? Get you all nice and knocked up?”

The way your face crumbles in pleasure has Eddie realizing he’s found another sweet spot of yours.

“Aw, you want my babies, princess? Want me to fuck you full of my cum? Shit baby, you’d look so gorgeous: round stomach, tits full.”

“C-Close, Eddie,” you whisper, voice giving out on you. 

Eddie dips his two fingers into your open mouth, and you instinctively swirl your tongue around them. The sensation has Eddie closer to his peak as well. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and reaches down to rub at your swollen clit. 

Eddie leans in to devour your pulse point, licking and sucking and your forehead drops forward to rest on his shoulder. When you pick your head up, your eyes land on the wedding photo on the opposite wall. Eddie starts to rub your clit faster and you feel the tension in your muscles reaching its height. You let go of Eddie’s shoulder with one hand and raise it up to stick your middle finger up at the bitch watching you from the picture frame. A smug smile comes to your lips as you relax back against the pillow, Eddie’s mouth still moving against your neck. She might have a ring on her finger, but her husband is currently fucking you on their marriage bed on their anniversary. 

“Eddie,” you moan, and hearing his name fall from your lips has his hips stuttering.

“M’close too, baby,” Eddie says. “Cum with me.”

“Uh huh,” you breathe out and Eddie leans in to take your lips with his. His hand increases pressure on your clit and the dam breaks, your orgasm crashing over you like being drowned by a tidal wave. Sparks dot your vision and your pussy clenches around Eddie, sending him over the edge right alongside you. Your cunt milks his cum from him, making sure to get every last drop. 

Eddie’s dizzy as his high comes to an end and he drops down next to you, immediately burying his face in your hair, nose nuzzling against your ear as he attempts to catch his breath. 

“Wow,” you breathe out, making Eddie chuckle.

“Yeah,” he says, pressing a kiss right below your ear. “Wow.”

You’re staring up at the ceiling and Eddie is staring at you. When you close your eyes, Eddie smiles at the way your eyelashes brush against your skin, how your cheeks are rosy from the exertion. You blink your eyes open and turn your head to the side to look at Eddie.

“Hi,” Eddie says, a dopey smile on his lips. It makes you giggle.

“Hi.”

He reaches over and slides his hand along your jaw, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“Look,” Eddie says as he pulls away from your lips. “What I said about h-having my babies, I…”

“It was hot,” you say with a smile, cutting him off. “I liked it.” The blush on your face gives away just how much you enjoyed it. And I actually want it, you think, but would never say. 

You turn on your side to face him and Eddie scoots closer until his nose is right up against yours. 

“I should feel guilty,” Eddie says after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “But I don’t. I felt guiltier about wanting you all this time than I do about having sex with you.” 

“You’ve wanted me all this time?” It feels like the smile is never going to leave your face. 

“How could I not?” Eddie asks. “You’re pretty fucking amazing.”

A blush blooms on your face and Eddie reaches over to pull you into his arms. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, you wrap your arm around his waist and nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“You’re pretty amazing, too,” you tell him. “That’s why I’ve wanted you all this time.”

“Did you mean what you said before?” Eddie asks in a quiet voice. “About any woman being lucky to have me?”

You frown and pull away to look Eddie in the eye. 

“Yes, Eddie. You deserve so much better than her. Shit, if I were your wife, I’d be waiting to jump on you every time you walked through the door.”

Dread pools in your stomach as you realize what you’ve just said. Eddie only smirks at your blush though, tucking you back into his side.

“I love how you make me feel,” he says softly.

“Daddy?”

The doorknob twists back and forth and you thank God that Eddie had the foresight to lock the door. You – reluctantly – slip out of Eddie’s arms and crawl around on the floor, gathering your items of clothing.

“Where are my jeans?” you whisper to Eddie as he slides a pair of sweatpants up his hips. He shrugs but tosses you the hoodie that he’d stripped from your body before. You hide on the floor on the other side of the bed, trying to slip back into your underwear as Eddie opens the door, stepping into the hallway to talk to his son out there.

“What’s up, Luke?” 

“Where’s Mom?”

“Uh, she’s at Aunt Sandy’s.”

You hear Luke ask where you are as you slip on the rest of your clothes, sans the jeans. There’s a pair of Eddie’s pajama pants on the floor that you grab and slide into.

“Oh, I think she’s in the bathroom,” Eddie says to Luke. “What’re you doing up, buddy?”

“Bad dream,” he says, and you don’t need to see him to know he’s pouting.

“Wanna go watch some tv?”

Their footsteps disappear down the hall and you stand up from the other side of the bed. Your eyes are searching the room for your jeans when Ryan steps into the room, rubbing his eyes.

“Whas going on?” he asks with his sleepy voice.

“Oh, hey, Ry,” you say, forcing a smile to your face. “I think Luke just had a bad dream. That’s all.”

He holds his hand out to you and you’re forced to leave the mystery of your jeans behind as you go over to hold his little hand in yours. He tugs you into the living room where Eddie is sitting with Luke on the couch. Ducktales is playing on the television in the dark room, the flickering lights casting shadows on Eddie’s bare chest as he sits with his son. Luke is curled up on a pillow between Eddie and the arm of the couch, already halfway back to sleep. 

You sit down next to Eddie and Ryan sits on your other side. He lays his head in your lap and you card your fingers through his soft curls. Eddie tilts his head to give you a smile and you feel a strange sort of warmth spread through your tummy. The four of you tucked onto the same couch makes you want to cry, and you’re not sure if it’s from longing or happiness that it’s currently happening. 

After a few minutes, the soft snores of both boys can be heard over the low tv, and Eddie presses a kiss to your shoulder. He leans forward and swipes something off the coffee table before you can see what it is. In the light of the television, you see Eddie open the black velvet box that holds the diamond necklace intended for Brittany. His careful fingers remove it from the box, and he tosses that back onto the table. He unhooks the small silver clasp and looks up at you. When you don’t move, he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Gonna leave forward so I can put it on you?”

“What?” you ask, eyes going wide.

“I want you to have this. If you do, that is,” Eddie says. “To be completely honest, I was thinking of you when I bought this.”

At your shocked expression, a bashful look creeps onto Eddie’s face.

“The sales lady asked what I was looking to buy for my favorite girl.”

“That’s…me?” you ask in a breathy voice.

“Who else would it be?” 

His smile is so genuine that you can’t help but lean forward and press your lips against his. Eddie hesitates at first, but at the snores coming from either side of you, he kisses you back. When you pull away, you lean forward, and Eddie drapes the silver chain around your neck. Once it’s secure, you lean back and look down at where the heart rests over Eddie’s black sweatshirt. 

“It’s perfect.”

“It’s yours.”

The look in his eyes as he says it leads you to think he’s talking about more than just the necklace. Your eyes get misty, and you rest your forehead against his.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“I should be thanking you,” Eddie answers just as quietly. He lets his head fall down to your shoulder and you press a kiss into his curls. You turn your attention back to the ducks on the screen, and before you know it, Eddie’s soft snores have joined those of the two boys. 

About an hour after Eddie falls asleep, you hear a key clanging in the front lock. The door opens and Brittany steps in, quietly taking her jacket and heels off. It’s clear she doesn’t know anyone is still up. She turns towards the living room and her eyes widen as she takes in the image of you on the couch, Eddie’s head on your shoulder, and both boys sleeping on the two of you. You let your eyes rake over her, taking in the smeared makeup, disheveled dress, and bra hanging out of her purse. All you can do is chuckle to yourself when she shoots you an icy glare. Let her prove you did something wrong. 

You watch as her eyes take in you wearing Eddie’s pajama pants, his hoodie, and they widen most comically of all when they land on the necklace hanging around your neck. Her nostrils flair and she stomps down the hallway. You can hear her tossing stuff around the master bedroom and when she lets out a mix between a huff and a groan, you know she’s found your jeans. 

[radicallxser]

pt 2 to this post, can be read as a standalone but makes more sense if you've read the first part. reader isn't wearing a suit but remains pretty androgynous (i think). also yes i included steph's baby fight me idc

not beta read pls don't make fun of me

Why had you agreed to this?

A coworker had invited you to a gala, something about representing the company. You weren't sure why you of all people were asked, or why the coworker, what's his name, was so insistint you attend with him. Especially after he ditched you the moment you both arrived.

You stand awkwardly, swirling the drink you had accepted earlier. A few straggling groups chatted nearby, gossiping about things you didn't care enough to pay attention to. You had better things to think about, like how were you getting home and when you could leave.

Even more important; how was the baby? Was she alright? The sitter you hired wasn't your usual one, but she had vanished without a trace and it was such short notice-

Something, someone, collided with yourself.

"I'm so sorry-" That's what you get for standing near the stairs!

You look up quickly, meeting the gaze of one of the boys you had met the other day. His lips twitch downwards, his eyes focused on the spot where your drink had collided with your clothing. Before you can react, he sets his suit jacket over your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry", he states quickly, opening his mouth to add something else before being cut off by you.

"It's alright, Jason."

His looks shocked for a moment, before his lips turn up into a grin.

"You remembered my name!" He speaks in a town that seems uncharacteristic for him. Pure delight coats his face and he opens his mouth again just to be cut off.

"Jay-Jay! Look what you did!" Another familiar face approaches, a grin adorning the young man's features. He slaps Jason on the back, then turns to you.

"Sorry about my brother." Your brows furrow at this.

"Brothers..?"

"Not by choice", Jason adds quickly, "Atleast, not our choice."

The urge to ask is immediately wiped away as another familiar face approaches, tailed by someone you hadn't met and who's attention was trained on their phone.

The shorter of the two, the one who you had encountered before, spoke up in a clear tone that didn't quite suit his age.

"Father says to quit harassing the guests, Richard, and he'd like to speak with you, Jason."

Jason rolled his eyes. The boy on his phone timidly glanced up, flashing a quick smile.

"Hello", he spoke, then looked back toward his phone.

The shortest of them stared at you, his expression indifferent.

"My name is Damian Wayne. I'd like to thank you for the other day." You smile softly at him, then the realization dons on you.

'Damian Wayne, as in Bruce Wayne's son...?' Your thoughts are yet again interrupted by a voice.

"Boys!"

His voice is clearer in real life, but unmistakably him. You turn, watching one Bruce Wayne approach your small group. His smile seems to light up the room.

He's more handsome in real life, slight crow's feets crinkling near his eyes when he laughs and a shock of gray through his hair.

His arm is looped with a young blonde woman, a baby only a bit older than your own settled in the crook of her other arm. They both smile, stopping in front of you and the boys. Jason's hand suddenly disappears from your shoulder and everyone seems to take a step back.

You smile politely, extending your hand to him.

He takes it, unlooping his arm with the gorgeous woman and bending to press a kiss to it. He feels a pang of anger when he feels the callouses and scars on your hands. Standing straight once again, he grins.

"It's a pleasure, Mx...", your eyes widen when he speaks your last name. How did...?

His eyes trail over your form, then scan the faces of the boys surrounding you. He shakes his head.

"I apologize for their lack of manners. Please, boys, introduce yourselves."

The blonde woman steps forward, smiling at you.

"I'm Stephanie", she adjusts the infant in her arms, taking your hand and giving it a tender squeeze.

You notice Jason taking up a spot directly behind you, standing over you, or atleast attempting to.

"We've been introduced", he speaks gruffly, more to his father than to you. This atmosphere suddenly becomes thick with tension, it makes you shift in unease.

Dick puts himself between Stephanie and Bruce, smiling sheepishly.

"It's Richard Grayson, everyone calls me Dick."

The boy that was previously on his phone snickers, Bruce shoots him a pointed look.

"It's Tim", the boy mutters, immediately piping back down.

Damian takes up the other other side of Bruce and you note thier similar features.

"Well, it's been wonderful meeting you all, but I should be leaving", You smile awkwardly, pulling Jason's jacket tighter around your shoulders.

"Let me treat you to dinner", Bruce speaks almost desperately, then clears his throat, "to make up for my sons' rudeness."

Suddenly you're sat in a limo, stuck between Jason and Bruce.

[rhettabbotts]

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

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

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

w/c: 5.4k (she’s a mammoth)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You stink,” Grace commented flatly.

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Friends, of course.”

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

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

“Perfect. I’ll find a dress to wear.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that?”

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

“Oh… I- I love you too, bug.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Name’s Wes. And you are-“

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

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

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

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“He’s trouble,” Rhett mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

Meet me at the staircase by the piano - R

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

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

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

“Hey,” you responded, feeling awkward.

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

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

“Yes,” the answer came without a beat.

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

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

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

“Rhett, we should- we need to-“

“Yeah… Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” he moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rhett?”

“Yeah, honey?”

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

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

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

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

“Rhett… I- I love you, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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[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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