eren pushed your thick thighs apart, his hands gripping the soft, dark skin of your hips as he hovered over you, eyes dark with regret and lust. “i’m sorry, y/n,” he whispered hotly against your neck, sliding his hard cock through your slick folds before thrusting deep into your tight, wet pussy in one smooth motion. you gasped, back arching as he stretched you full, your plush curves jiggling with every deep stroke.
“fuck… i shouldn’t have said that shit to you,” he groaned, pumping steadily in missionary, his abs flexing against your soft belly. he leaned down, kissing your full lips, then your collarbone, sucking marks onto your brown skin while his hips rolled, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every apology-filled thrust. “you’re so fucking perfect baby. let me make it up to you.”
your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as he fucked you harder, the wet sounds of your pussy echoing with each slap of skin. eren buried his face between your breasts, tongue flicking over your dark nipples while he pounded deeper, hitting that spot that made your toes curl. “cum for me, y/n… i need to feel you squeezing my dick while i tell you how sorry i am.”
he didn’t stop, thrusting relentlessly until your walls fluttered and clenched around him, your moans filling the room as he spilled inside you with a low growl, still murmuring apologies between heavy breaths.
-eren yeager
sorry ive been gone for so long pls forgive me yall🥲
July 1980 While in New York for a television appearance, Michael decided to attend a high end fashion show. You, a top model in New York, were both the opener and closer for the show, and the woman who caught Michaels eye the most that night. The only problem? You’re married, and publicly appear to be married happily. When Michael approaches you after a show with the ambitions of taking you out, you tell him you’re married, but you’d love to have a chat, and slide him your number, sparking an 11 year affair. Through private dates and secret phone calls, Michael learns of how terrible your husband truly is. He knows he could treat you better, he could take care of you if you’d allow him, he just has to convince you of that too.
summary: single dad!robby hires a nanny after adopting baby jane doe.
contains: black!fem!reader, but anyone can read. feminine!reader. nanny!reader. age gap between reader and robby. yearning. 18+ fantasies about smut. robby lowkey being an old perverted man.
after that dreadful fourth of july shift, robby made the biggest decision of his life; fostering baby jane doe. he also made the decision to extend his sabbatical, and it wasn't filled with traveling across the country, instead he was taking care of a little baby girl. then robby got rid of that death machine called a motorcycle, and bought a suv, the kind a family man would own.
at first robby thought it would be hard for him to adjust to fatherhood, but with some help from jack and dana, everything worked itself together.
now it was six months later, baby jane doe was seven and a half months old and robby has officially adopted her, but he needed to return to the chaos of the emergency department. and he needed to find a nanny for his daughter.
during his nanny search, robby was very picky about who he wanted to hire to take care of his daughter. he's her father, obviously he wanted the best for her. he went through so many candidates, but in his mind, no one would be qualified enough for his daughter.
he began to give up hope, until he came across your resume. you had many years of experience in childcare, you used to teach daycare, and you had lots of recommendations from previous employers from babysitting and nannying jobs. he decided to set up an interview with you at a coffee shop close to his house, so he could interview you while he had jack watch his daughter for him.
he arrived early and was already seated in a booth near the entrance, facing the door so he could see who came in and out, and gripping a coffee cup between his nervous hands. the moment you entered the room, he knew he was in for it.
you walked through the door, beautiful, confident and smiling. you were wearing a white knit cardigan with a baby pink shirt underneath, a pair of light wash jeans, and pair of pink and white sneakers. you wore light makeup. your hair was pulled back half way by a pink bow and you left two strands out in the front. you looked so pretty, it made robby's cheeks flush red.
"hi, michael?" you approached him with your hand out for him to shake it. "i'm y/n."
"yes, but call me robby, please?" he stood and shook your smaller hand. "michael's too formal."
your beauty and energy captured him. robby stared at you for a moment too long and held your hand longer than he should have. he apologized, telling you he was just a little tired, and asked you to sit with him.
"i'm sure you've been through many candidates already," you started off the conversation. "but i assure you that i am perfect for this job."
god, you were so young and so confident, you made robby think of himself in his younger days. you couldn't have been more than thirty.
"y'know this job... it'll be alot." his voice trailed off. "you seem pretty young, this job will take up a lot of your time and energy."
you stared at robby like he had offended you.
"i'm 29. i know what this job entails and i love what i do." you assured him. "any of my previous employers will let you know that i am true to this."
during the interview he was easily distracted by you. you were so sweet and beautiful, and you had the kind of smile that radiated good energy. the interview went great. you answered all of robby's questions with the answers he wanted. you were so confident in your abilities, and constantly reassured him that you were the person he needed, to take care of his daughter of course.
a few days after the interview, robby finally called to let you know that you got the job. truthfully, after he interviewed you, he had no one else in mind to interview or hire. his mind was consumed with thoughts of you. you were so pretty and so sweet, and your references from previous employers helped too of course. you were perfect for him and his daughter.
the job required you to live in his house. recently robby moved into a new house, the kind with a white picket fence, a pool and a pool house in the backyard, and friendly neighbors. robby wanted to raise his daughter in a neighborhood where she'd be friends with the neighbor's kids throughout her life, where he knew she'd be safe and have a community.
the day you moved in robby informed you that you'd be living in the pool house. you would have your own bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen.
"i want you to have your own space," he explained. "it's basically your own apartment."
you were really grateful for his thoughtfulness, and thought it was sweet of him to consider you.
when you finally met robby's daughter, he informed you about how her adoption came about. it hurt your heart to hear about how someone left this little angel in the bathroom of his workplace like that. robby held her in his arms, so you could see her. when she laid her eyes on you, she was instantly drawn to you. her arms reached out to you, so you wrapped the precious little girl in your arms.
"in the ED, we originally called her "baby jane doe" because we couldn't identify her or her parents," he explained. "but when i adopted her, i named her charlotte, and lottie for her nickname."
"that's so adorable." you complimented as you smiled down at her in your arms. "i've always loved that name."
robby watched as you interacted with lottie for the first time, it felt so natural. this was your element, you were made to do this, made to take care of children. it was unspeakable how seeing you like this did something to robby. you looked perfect holding lottie, like she were your own daughter.
once you were fully settled in, you quickly fell into the routine of being lottie's nanny.
in the mornings, you woke early to make yourself breakfast, sometimes you had extra and would send it with robby to work. he was grateful for it, his breakfast would mainly be a cup of bad coffee from the break room of the ED and maybe a granola bar. it was nice to finally have some real food for once.
when lottie woke up you had her breakfast ready, which was mashed fruits, dry cheerios, and a bottle of formula. after she ate, she would take a nap and you'd complete some housework, like washing dishes or clothes, sweeping, mopping, dusting, anything to keep you occupied. when the afternoon rolled around, sometimes you would take lottie out for walks in her stroller around the neighborhood or in a nearby park, other times you would stay in the house and let her crawl around and play with her toys.
you and lottie got along really well. she was a calm baby, she didn't cry or fuss too much. your favorite activity to do with her was to go out to the park and have a little picnic. you'd bring a picnic basket and a blanket, set up under the trees, feed her some fruits as you ate your lunch, and read her a book while soft music played on your phone. you loved this little girl dearly and you enjoyed taking care of her.
robby missed being home with lottie, but you always kept him updated with how she was doing throughout the day and what the two of you did. he was grateful to have you taking care of her. he could tell you loved his daughter and that she loved you. it made his infatuation with you grow stronger. it may seem strange, but he knew you'd be the perfect mother to lottie, and in the back of his mind, you'd be the perfect wife to him. you took care of him even though you didn't have to, making him breakfast and packing a snack or two in his work bag, asking him if he slept alright, and telling him to have a good day at work.
it was wrong of him to think of you like this, but it was hard not to, you were just so lovable. it was so unfortunate that he was your boss, but it didn't stop robby from imagining a life with you.
when robby got home each night lottie would be fed, bathed, and asleep. sometimes he'd come home and you would be asleep in the rocking chair next to lottie's crib with a book in your lap or you'd be in the kitchen cooking. and you always made enough food for him.
"i made extra just in case you were hungry." you held out the plate you fixed for him.
"you don't always have to do that, y'know?"
"but i want to, i noticed you don't eat much." your face fell. "just wanna make sure you eat."
god, you were such a sweet thing. robby didn't understand what he did to deserve someone like you to take care of him and lottie.
he hated watching your face fall like that, he loved seeing you smile, so he grabbed the plate from you and sat down at the kitchen table. you still stood by the counter watching him with your plate in hand.
"i can stay and eat with you if you'd like." you offered. "i don't have anything else to do."
robby just nodded and gestured to the spot across from him. your smile returned as you eagerly sat down in the chair. for the first few minutes it was silent between the two of you, but as robby continued eating his meal, he couldn't stay quiet any longer. not when you sat across from him looking so pretty and fuckable. it took everything in him to not bend you over the kitchen table and fuck his fat cock into you as he told you how much he loved you and all about his life plans with you.
"so... what do you do in your free time?" he asked.
"not much, most of my time is spent with lottie," you explained. "so i either get some rest or watch tv, sometimes i'll paint or read."
you and robby continued having a conversation and learning more about each other. he enjoyed talking with you, you were a breath of fresh air. you were so kind and calm, unlike the people he dealt with working in the ED. you never made him feel like he had to rush to finish his sentences and you listened to his every word. his daughter was his pride and joy, but having you in his life made robby an even happier man.
some nights after robby got home and you retired to the pool house, he'd look out the window to see you taking a night swim out in the pool. he never got the chance to use it himself, so he was glad someone was making use of it. it felt wrong, but seeing you in those little bikinis you wore made robby grow stiff in his pants. the tiny material clung to the plush of your ass and hardly covered your tits, it was impossible for robby to not be turned on by you. he felt like you were doing this to him on purpose, there's no way you didn't feel him staring at you through the upstairs window like a creep.
and like the old perverted man he was, robby would later fuck his cock into his fist while in the shower, thinking of you, the pretty little thing you were in that tiny little bikini. he would moan and groan your name underneath his breath, thinking about how pretty you'd look as he fucked into your little pussy and what sounds you would make taking his fat cock.
he felt like you were waiting to be his, not just so he could fuck you, his to love and cherish, to take care of mind, body, and soul. he wanted to provide you with a lifetime of stability and happiness. you two already had lottie, but if you wanted more children he'd give them to you. thinking of your belly swollen from being pregnant with his child made robby want you even more. robby was so in love with you. you and lottie were his entire world and all he needed was the two of you.
dividers: @/cursed-carmine
💌a/n: there's definitely going to be a part 2 to this, but idk when it'll be uploaded! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! (i'm a slut for feedback)
