Waking up in his bed felt wrong. It felt like we were toeing the line between where we were and a relationship. Our friendship gone, our friends with benefits arrangement ruined, all because I spent the night.
Angel was still asleep beside me. He was curled on his side, hugging a pillow. I stared at him as he slept so peacefully. I shifted, rolling onto my back. As I pulled the blanket up a little higher on my chest, I stared up at the ceiling. The white plaster was growing brighter as the sun poured into the window.
This game we had been playing was getting more and more complicated. A three dimensional chessboard with a sudoku puzzle for every move being made. Hanging out and getting a bite to eat like we used to turned into, "is this a date?" Getting invited to the clubhouse for a party turned into, "what outfit do I where and which club member do I flirt with to make him jealous?"
Every text message had a double meaning. Every word spoken had an ulterior motive. Every minute was a guessing game that was always rigged to guess wrong.
He shifted in bed and I turned back to him. I didn't hate waking up beside him, watching him sleep so calmly. I didn't hate the idea of waking up like that every day.
Maybe we'd make breakfast and talk and laugh and have a pleasant time like we once did, the first layer of the chessboard. Maybe he would drive me to work and pick me up afterward to go back to his place for dinner. Maybe he would tell me he loved me.
God, is that what that was? Love? Did I love my best friend? All because I spent the night?
Looking at his face, I exhaled heavily. Something about being in his presence, in his space, made me feel as though love did exist within those walls. He wouldn't leave himself so vulnerable if he didn't love me, right?
I slid myself a little closer to him, absorbing that feeling. Without opening his eyes, he wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me closer.
He must have loved me. He pulled me into his chest, resting his chin on top of my head. I wanted to be that close to him forever. Crushed up against him and the only air I could breathe was his stale cologne from the day before. I wanted to only breathe that stale spray for the rest of my life, or until he got a new scent.
Was I in love with him? Is this what love is? To want to be with someone forever? Imagining what forever would look like with them?
Did I want to be in love with Angel? We always had fun no matter what we were doing. He always made me laugh harder than anyone else could. He always made me feel happy when I was sad. He talked me off of more ledges than I could count. He always made me feel like the only girl in the world. But was that love or was that what you do for your best friend?
He inhaled sharply and fidgeted. I could feel him shift and look down at me. I pretended to be asleep, not wanting this moment to end.
Then, he did something that shocked me. He leaned down, kissing the top of my head and squeezed me a little tighter. He didn't want it to end either. His hand trailed down my back slowly as he laid back again.
There was something between us. Something so unspoken neither of us knew what it was. Who was going to be the first to figure out what exactly was there?
Toeing the line between where we were and a relationship, I decided to be the one to jump. Slowly peeling away from him, I looked up at his sleepy face. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me lightly.
He wrapped his arm around my back, pulling me so we laid nose to nose, eye to eye, lips to lips. His warm eyes stared down at me. I decided to dive into them.
"Angel," I said in the faintest whisper, I could hardly hear myself. "I think I'm falling in love with you. I can't keep doing this anymore if I don't know where it's going."
I didn't know that I felt that way until the words left my mouth. I didn't know an ultimatum was one of my pieces in this chess game. The ultimate checkmate.
"Querida," he sighed, running his fingers into my hair. I was ready for my heart to break in his hands. I was ready for him to destroy me as long as I knew what was happening. "I've been in love with you since the day you walked into the clubhouse."
He smiled widely as he laughed. Leaning forward, he guided me into a heavy kiss. For the first time, I could feel the love that was behind it. It had always been there when his lips were on mine but I never realized it was there.
Our friendship was gone. Our friends with benefits arrangement ruined. Our relationship just beginning. All because I spent the night.
Agent Whiskey x f!reader Western May 21st @ 6pm PST/9pm EST
tiny snippet:
“Ain’t anyone ever taken care of you?” He asks, the gravelly depth of greediness faded to something more concerned, reaching to hold your hand to his lips and when he learns the rightful worship you deserve is lacking, he tightens his grip and kisses it softly, nodding. “Allow me, honey, please.”
this has been a long time coming! i hope you all enjoy it!
rating: explicit, employer/employee relationship, age gap (~10 years)
a/n: sorry for the wait on this — I hope you like it! ❤️ also, apologies for the lack of taglist — I’m posting from mobile these days and it won’t let me tag more than 50 people in a post, so I can’t do it. I’ll reblog as soon as I can with the taglist, but if you see this and you weren’t tagged right away, that’s why. thank you!
chapter one I chapter two I chapter three
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CHAPTER FOUR: THURSDAY
WEEK TWENTY
Dinner dishes rinsed in the sink (spaghetti, Lucia’s favorite), Trouble board still on the table with a scatter of colorful pieces (you won), Barbie’s on the living room floor with their various outfits strewn over the carpet (Frankie stretched out next to Lucia, his thick fingers fumbling with the tiny Velcro clasps), evidence of the evening was everywhere and the two of you should be cleaning it up with Lucia tucked in for the night, but it’s nothing but heavy panting and soft, low sounds of pleasure coming from the couch where Frankie is settled on top of you right now.
rating: explicit (finally, amirite), employer/employee relationship, age gap (~10 years), bad but enthusiastic singing
chapter one I chapter twoÂ
a/n: this chapter is dedicated to @filthybookworm who inspires me in all things, who helped me flesh out this story and also made an incredible playlist for this series because she’s a literal queenÂ
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CHAPTER THREE: WEDNESDAY
the next dayÂ
The sun bright even through your sunglasses, you squint up at Frankie just to see his expression when you hear Lucia ask him for a dog – again.
“Please, dad”, she begs, kneeling on her towel, sand dusted all over her limbs, her hair, her sandwich; now half eaten and limp in her hand. “Why not?”
“Yea, Frankie”, you tease with a smile, “Why not?”
He groans, the roll of his eyes just visible under his own dark shades. “Always picking at the scab, huh?”
You feel his eyes drift over your body, your own gaze lingering of the soft ends of his curls as they flutter in the breeze. You’ve all already been in the water – your mouth going slack for a moment when he walked out of the waves, his golden skin glistening and wet, his swim trunks molded to his body – but right now you can’t stop looking at his tanned chest; his shirt gaped at the collar, the four top buttons undone.
this is one of those sweet fics that leaves you with a big smile as you are reading and then in a simultaneously expected and unexpected move Frankie goes in for the kiss and becomes ABSOLUTELY FILTHY??? YES PLEASE
“I get so fucking hard thinking about you”, he says, “My cock – fuck – my cock gets so hard thinking about how wet you would get if you let me fuck you. How tight you would be.”
UNF.
Then waking up and spending the morning together with Lucia playing barbies?? 🥺 I can’t wait to read the next chapter!!!
rating: extreme yearning for one (1) man, eventual employer/employee relationship, age gap (~10 years)Â
Read Chapter One here!
A/N: Sorry about the wait on this - Happy Valentine’s Day!
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CHAPTER TWOÂ
WEEK TWELVE
“Help me!”, Lucia shrieks, her high-pitched laughter ringing through the house as you let yourself in the front door and a small smile tugs at your lips, bubbling into a laugh when you walk into the living room.
“No – help me”, Frankie pleads, his smile bright when he looks up at you from above Lucia’s wiggling body; his fingers digging into her side, her neck, her legs. Leaving the two of them wrestling on the carpet, you walk over to the couch and drop down onto it, shaking your head at both of their pleas.
“I think this is between you two”, you reply, tucking your legs underneath you. “I don’t wanna get dragged into whatever” – a wave of your hand in their general area – “is happening down there.”
His eyes narrow at you, a mischievous smile spreading across his cheeks when he stops tickling her, leaning down to whisper in her ear and you can guess from her breathless giggles that he is telling her that they should gang up on you. The thought of him tickling you both excites and makes you nervous but you try to keep your face neutral; an ache warming in your belly at the thought of his hands skating on your skin, at him pining you beneath his weight.
Summary: In search of a weekly babysitter for his daughter, Frankie Morales asks the daycare if they would recommend someone. Directing him to a college nanny website, he searches through the bios one night, coming across yours: the credentials and qualifications just what he is looking for, he decides to hire you. The photo on the website grainy and outdated, he isn’t quite prepared when you show up at his door the first night - beginning a professional relationship that slowly slides into a personal one.
Rating: what’s a rating that’s not explicit (don’t even get me started on how I don’t even know because all I write is filth, lol)Â
Warnings: age gap (~10 years), eventual employer/employee relationship, pining?, fem!reader, eventual smut (I’ll raise the rating when we get there)
a/n: First chapters are hard :/ and this one was no exception - thank you so much to @filthybookworm who has helped me flesh this idea out through screaming texts and who read through it and to @pedros-mustache​ who also read through it and was the most encouraging friend. You both are the LITERAL BEST :)
CHAPTER ONE: MONDAY
Arms full at pickup; one with his kid, the other with her bag, he had asked one of her teachers for a recommendation on where to find a sitter.
“Just like a once-a-week thing”, he explained, shifting to balance the weight of his daughter as she fit her face into the fold of his neck. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, the chaos of the classroom rushed around his legs as he listened to the woman tell him about a website – some kind of college nanny thing - and he mentally took note with a nod, thanking her before leaving.
