#Personal Assistant

[ohmygraves]

it's your first day on your new job and you're really struggling.

of course, you've been told what to expect. above average pay for entry level, simple secretary/assistant job, and yet there's a lot of things to deal with since the company deals with government and the military.

right, you're working for shadow company, as phillip graves' assistant.

his old assistant quit after a few years, and you applied. she warned you that he is strict, has a high standard and everything must be perfect. no mistake. and lots of secret you have to keep since all the documents are both sensitive to the company but also the government itself.

it's a high risk, high reward desk job that you're definitely not used to.

honestly, that terrifies you. what would he do if you make a mistake? shoot you in the backyard?

you hope not. you tried your best to make as little mistakes as you could as you try to get a handle on the job, learning as much as you could from his previous assistant. but of course, your efforts could only go so far.

on your first day after the assistant's last day, not only that you got hit on by the mercenaries around the office left and right, you made lots of mistakes and ended up spilling coffee on both your boss and his super important tablet that holds all the important files. the coffee stained his baby blue shirt and jeans.

of course, he yelled at you. of course, you tried to hold back your tears. of course, you brought him a change of clothes and he told you to go get it cleaned immediately.

this feels so much worse than your previous job where you deal with border regulations.

thankfully, the tablet was okay. and you ended up cleaning his clothes by hand in the bathroom since you were free, so you returned it the next day. his clothes smelling nice, stain free, and no wrinkles.

surprisingly, graves thanked you, apologizing for the way he yelled at you. he also asked if you're holding up okay after being left to do everything by yourself.

you told him that aside from getting hit on by a few of his men, you're getting the hang of everything. you kept notes and all, you can always go through his routine and schedule if you forget. he told you to go out and get some coffee for him (since he wanted some from the coffee shop outside of the office, for some reason), and told you that you can get something too, on him. you agreed, leaving the office.

you didn't know that he decided to "set things straight" with his men that they can't flirt with his new assistant. you're off limits. for him only.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty P.A. Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.    **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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“So let’s raise a glass one last time to our fearless leader and King of Fashion, Tony Stark!”  Steve said loudly, raising his champagne glass high and turning towards Tony.  Everyone in the room raised their glasses and cheered Tony’s name, who was holding back some tears behind his blue tinted sunglasses.  He smiled quickly and raised his glass before taking a big swig of his champagne, and everyone else joined him.  They all clapped afterwards and Tony gave a short bow.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” he said loudly, gesturing for everyone to quiet down.  “I just want to thank all of you for being here and believing in us, in this, in me, and for trusting me with your careers all these years.  And I’d like to thank a couple of people specifically who have made this the greatest career I could have ever hoped for, and without whom I would not be here today.  First to my wife, Pepper,” he turned to her next to him and everyone clapped for her.  “You have always been my best friend and biggest supporter, and the reason I get up in the morning.  And I’d also like to thank my work wife,” he turned to Y/N with a playful smile on his face.  Y/N laughed and covered her face with her hands, everyone else laughing and clapping their hands for her.  “Without you, Olympus Modeling would not be what it is today,” a collective affirmation of voices came from the people around them.  Y/N shook her head and looked down.  “You have been my confidant, my checks and balances, my ride or die, and I’m pretty sure my life would have imploded 13 years ago if you hadn’t come along.  Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, and for this agency.  Each of us owe our careers to you in some part,” Tony looked over the room of models, talent scouts and editors.  They all nodded in agreement, wide smiles on their faces as they looked at her.  

“Now, I know I’ve been secretive on who I’m being replaced with.  I wanted to be sure that whoever I handed my pretty P.A. down to would be worthy of her,” he said, looping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.  She rolled her eyes.  “I’m sure most if not all of you know him.  He started his modeling career here at Olympus before becoming a mega supermodel in his own right.  Please give a warm welcome to my protege, the new director of Olympus Modeling, Bucky Barnes!”

The room erupted in applause.  Bucky Barnes came walking forward from the back of the room where he had been hiding in the sea of beautiful faces.  Y/N knew who he was, and had worked with him when he was first starting out as a model years before.  He was generally nice from what she could remember, and insanely attractive.  His long, dark brown hair and beard were now slowly streaking with white and gray around his temples and his chin, making him look even more handsome if that was possible, and his bright blue eyes stunned Y/N every time.  His career had been one for the ages, modeling and walking for almost every fashion house at least once, and he was a staple at every fashion week.  He walked up to Tony with a wide easy smile and hugged him tight.  He turned to Pepper and gave her a small hug before turning to Y/N.  She didn’t expect him to hug her but he did, giving her a short hug that she quickly reciprocated.  He was tall and broad, firm muscles under her hands that she politely and barely touched before pulling away.  He turned back to the crowd of people and politely smiled.

“I trust you all to be on your best behavior and give Bucky the deference and respect you’d give me…then triple it,” Tony laughed.  “Bucky,” he gestured to him to speak.

Bucky nodded before addressing the room.  “Hello everyone!  I’m excited to get started.  I’ve been longtime friends with some of you,” he winked at Steve and looked at a couple of other models, “and as for the rest of you I look forward to getting to know you better.  I plan to do as Olympus has always done and be a beacon of beauty in all its forms.  I want you all to know that I know where you’re coming from, I’ve been there, and I want you all to have safe, productive, and successful careers.  So thank you, Tony,” he turned to him and clapped a hand on his back, “for entrusting me with your legacy.  I hope to make you proud.”

Tony gave him an appreciative smile and sniffed quickly.  “Ahem, enough of this sappy shit.  So, let’s party, and then I’ll be out of your hair.  Drink up!” he shouted and the DJ in the back of the room started the music.  Tony kissed Pepper then turned to Bucky and Y/N.  “Office?”  They both nodded and followed him into what was now Bucky’s office.  Tony closed the door to muffle the music and sat at the main chair one last time.  He rubbed the desk gently before looking up at them sitting across from him.  

“Y/N, I’m sure you remember Bucky,” he said, gesturing to him.  Y/N nodded and turned to Bucky, giving him a small smile.  Bucky gave her a short smile back.  “Bucky, I just wanted to make sure you understand what I’m entrusting you with when it comes to Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t–” Y/N started, leaning forward.

“No, I need to say this,” he gave her a sharp look.  She shut her mouth and sat back, looking down at her hands in her lap.  “I was perfectly serious when I said this place wouldn’t exist with her.  She has been the one constant in my life since she came here 13 years ago, and she will be your greatest asset as you start your journey here.”  Bucky looked at Y/N briefly then back to Tony.  “I also consider her like the daughter I never had.”

“Other than the actual daughter you have,” Y/N muttered, a wry smile on her face.

“She’s only 6, she’ll get over it,” Tony waved away her comment.  “The point is, I love this girl,” he said, pointing to Y/N as he stared deeply at Bucky, “and want her to have a long and happy career here.  I hope that you two can find a good footing together and make this place great, or even greater than I’ve been able to achieve.”

Bucky shifted in his seat before leaning slightly forward.  “I’m sure with how much you and everyone else has been singing her praises, we’ll get along just fine,” he said.  His smooth voice made Y/N chance a glance at him.  His bright blue eyes gave her a long look before settling back on Tony.  

Tony nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer.  He then turned to Y/N and his smile turned watery.  “Oh, Tony, come on,” she said, a lump starting to form in her throat.  “Don’t make me cry in front of my new boss.”

Tony chuckled before looking back at Bucky.  “Could you give us one last minute in this office together?”

Bucky smiled and nodded before standing and walking out, gently shutting the door behind him.  Tony turned back to Y/N and held his hands out to her over the desk.  She quickly sat up and reached for his hands, intertwining them.  He looked at her for a long moment.  “I’m going to miss you,” he said warmly.

“And I’ll miss you,” Y/N said, the tears starting to build in her eyes.  

“It’s been a long but good 13 years,” he sighed, his thumbs rubbing along her knuckles.

“It has,” she agreed with a tight lipped smile.  “Thank you for giving me that chance all those years ago, and teaching me…well, everything I know, really,” she huffed a laugh.  Her tears finally spilled over and she sniffed hurriedly.

“Thank you for everything,” Tony said, his voice trembling.  “He’s a good guy, and I hope you two can take Olympus to the next level.  You’re the best in the business, sweetheart, don’t forget that.”

“All because of you,” Y/N said, her voice straining.  

Tony let go of her hands and stood, rounding the desk and holding his arms open.  Y/N quickly stood and embraced him.  “If he’s not good to you, you call me,” he warned.

Y/N laughed.  “I think I can handle myself.”

[legaceyof]

[littlequeenies]

November 23, 1981 - May Pang, Mike McCartney, Cynthia Lennon and Sid Bernstein at the launch party for Mike's book “The MACS” held at the Horn of Plenty Restaurant in New York City.

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟐:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟓

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Your lips are knotted with each other’s. Tugging and pulling as the both of you kiss desperately. The both of you are standing in the doorway of Nanami’s home, inhaling each other. The sky’s darkened and the both of you needed a way to relieve each other’s stress, especially since working long after hours. Your teeth playfully tug at his lip, pulling them in the heated moment. With an affirming hand on your waist, he guides you into the room, kicking the door behind him shut. The both of you are floundering and wobbling through the main room and rushing up the stairs, no time to waste.

In the expanse of his, the both of you reconnect, all your parts fitting and locking together. His arm slithers around your waist again, his free hand on the back of your head as the both of you make your way towards his bed of plush. You’re on top of him, hands pulling on his tie, urging him to take it off.

“Oh my. I’m just so hot in all these clothes.” you say flirtatiously, fanning yourself for dramatic effect. The man beneath you rolls his eyes, his fingers reaching for the buttons of your blouse, undoing them one at a time. “I really wish I had these clothes off right now.” you say again, watching the blond roll his eyes.

“Your dirty talk is bad.” he says, sliding off your blouse for you. Revealing your breasts, beautifully held in a lace light blue bra. His favourite colour.

“Shut up and kiss me.” you order, leaning down and reattaching your lips, finding solace in his warmth. His hands find their way under your pencil skirt, getting a good squeeze of your ass, groaning into the kiss. Your skirt starts sliding furthering up your waist as it stops covering your ass.

One thing Nanami loves about you is how whiny you are, constantly whining when something starts to bother you or doesn’t go your way. “What’s wrong baby?” he asks, his lips still against yours.

“The fact you aren’t fuckin me yet.” you say in a hushed tone.

“Eager today aren’t we? Patience pricess.”

You’re irritated by his request, “I’ve been.” kiss, “patient” kiss “all day long.” you seal your complaint with a kiss.

“I’m sure you can be patient for a while longer,” he says, his thumb freely making way to your needy clit, circling them through your panties. His touch alone has you weak, your head drops on his chest as you feel yourself getting wetter. Your moans seem to be more teasing today as you moan in his ear, you’re doing something to him and he doesn’t know how. You’ve wiggled your pencil skirt off, perched on top of him, giving him the honours of peelings of your panties clad against your wet pussy, rolling your hips as you wait. His finger hooks around the band of your underwear before sliding them off, watching as you bite your lip in anticipation. Once off, the blond sits up and flips you on your back. Now you’re lying on the bed.

“Wait I wanted to ride.” you protest as he frames cages yours, he silences you by placing a soft kiss between your breasts, holding on in a free hand.

“You don’t need to do a thing, You just need to lay your pretty head down. M’kay?” He makes his way down to your puffy folds, taking a minute to absorb the sight again. It’s not something he’s a stranger to but each time he’s more and more entranced by it, observing as your slick arousal coats it, giving it a sheen. He takes his fingers and slowly plunges them into your fluttering hole. Your back arches when he curls his fingers deviously slow. He makes no rush and his slow pace is driving you crazy, he knows.

“Ken, I need it now.” you say, your hips rolling into a steady rhythm against his fingers. “Why are you teasing me?” He doesn’t respond, instead, he remains focused on his task, he made it seem as though it was more pleasurable for him, yet the second his lips connected to your clit you stop complaining. “Just like that.” you hiss, melting from the sensations.

He seems to be savouring your reaction more than anything, watching as you squirm, forcing a hand on your hip to keep you down, reeling when you moan out his name in that sweet, honeyed voice of yours. His pace has increased significantly by now and you're making a mess on his face by how much grinding you’re doing on it. “Ngh- fuck Ken.” your hands are in his hair, a thing he wasn’t that bothered about by now, though this time he’s been waiting for you to pull that movement.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” It’s surprising how fast he’s starting to make you come undone these days, he’s memorised all the best things for you and it shows. “Wait, slow down, I don’t wanna come.”

Something he doesn’t hear as instead he starts going faster. His tongue lapping over your erotic juices that seem to be shamelessly dripping and coating his thick fingers. His fingers move like magic, the way they seem to reach your G-spot, reaching them every time they curl. It’s not long until ropes of your hot come coat his face. He looks up at you with a lazy smirk, grateful he got what he wanted. After gathering it all he crawls back up to you, placing a kiss on your lips, you can almost feel him chuckle against it.

“Now can I ride? You got what you wanted.” you ask your hands feeling around his stomach, yet he just shakes his head. He starts unbuckling his belt until the faint sound of his doorbell ringing catches the both fo your attention. His attention is now torn between satisfying you and the door.

“They can wait.” you remind him, pulling his attention back to you. Until the door rings again.

“I’m sorry baby I’ve got a parcel arriving.” he says, leaving you with a quick kiss before rushing out of the room. The blond basically leaps down his stairs with how fast he reaches the landing.

“Delivery for Nanami Kento.” the delivery guy says, reading off his paper.

“Perfect timing you guys have.” Nanami mutters under his breath, signing the paper at the bottom.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

He takes a minute to tease, lightly pressing against your hole before finally pushing it in. You take a minute, letting you prepare before he starts moving. You start to wonder if you’ll ever get bored or used to his dick, because of the way his slow strokes are hitting, it’s making you wonder if his dick truly was made for you. You reach out your hand to him to hold during slow sex, but this time he refuses, which makes you surprised.

“Bad girls don’t get to hold my hand.” he stops and pulls out. “Flip over.” he orders.

“What?”

“You heard me. Flip.” it takes minute for it to register with you before you end up on your hands and knees. A harsh smack on your ass makes you yelp., the burning sensation spreading through your cheek.

“Bad girls don’t get treated nice either. I told you to be patient and instead you wanted to act so demanding.” He says in a low tone in your ear, his hands smoothly running down your waist before smacking your cheeks harshly again. “I want you to count.”

Another slap is sent and you look back at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he has some sympathy for you to go back to his gentler ways of before. Yet he doesn’t sway, another slap lets you know that he’s serious.

“One.”

Slap

“Two. Fuck.”

Slap.

“Three.”

This one is soothed by a comforted rub.

“Four.”

You resist the urge to wiggle, fearing that would piss him off again.

“Five.”

He uses both of his hands to rub away the sting left behind before sliding his tip up and down your now-drenched cunt.

“You naughty thing. Getting so wet from getting smacked.” Your face feels hot in embarrassment at his discovery. “You’re secret’s safe with me.” he says before finally putting it in, relieving your from your shame. You’re rocking your hips back at his thrusts, feeling the pleasure spread through you. Nanami holds onto your hips for support, watching as your pussy swallows his dick hungrily, taking all of it into your velvety walls.

“Kennn~” you mewl out, hands gripping a large chunk of the sheet beneath you. The call of his own name flips a switch inside of him, a witch in tempo and a flip in roughness. Before you know it, your head is being buried deep in those snowy covers as he pummels into you, knocking all sound out of you, all that comes out is a repetitive “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” every time his tip reaches your cervix. You feel yourself tightening around him, listening to the sounds of your wetness reverberate in the room.

“You finally getting what you wanted baby?” he asks, roughly pulling your hair. He’s never been so aggressive and rough with you and you’re loving it.

“Right there. Right there.” you plead, you’re reeling and your mind is blanking the only thought going through is how good he’s fucking you. Sounds of skin slapping and bed creaking fill the room, his headboard slamming and hitting against the wall behind it. The blond takes a free hand and slides it under, his fingers meeting your clit again and you’re screaming out. “M’ gonna come.”

Nanami uses this as a signal to go even faster, thrusting at an ungodly speed. You feel yourself tightening up and before you know it you’re releasing everywhere. You immediately collapse don't he bed, needing a moment to recollect and catch your breath. You feel the bed dip beside you as he lays next to you after chasing his own release. A careful hand, pulling your hair away from your face. “I hope I wasn’t too hard on you?” he says and you immediately shake your head.

“No I loved that. Do it again sometime.”

And he chuckles, “ I don’t know about that.”

The day dips into the night, and darkness wraps itself around you like a comforting blanket. You stand on his balcony, the air cool against your skin, tugging your hair back in gentle streams. Below, the city hums with life, streets awash in glowing lights that pulse and flicker like multicoloured veins. Above, the stars scatter across the sky like glitter tossed from a careless hand. Each sparkle, each shimmer, feels like it’s meant just for this moment. You’re wrapped in Nanami’s dress shirt, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin as you take it all in. The world is busy beneath you, but up here, you're content—peaceful, even. You sigh, elbows coming to rest on the railing as your eyes roam over the city. It’s beautiful.

Then your phone rings.

You glance down, a frown immediately tugging at your lips, annoyed at the interruption. For a moment, you debate ignoring it, letting the call go to voicemail, but curiosity wins out. You sigh again, this time less serene, and swipe to answer.

"Hello?" you snap, your tone sharp, irritation clear.

A low chuckle rumbles on the other end, unmistakably familiar. "Well, that’s no way to greet an old friend."

Your lips are knotted with each other’s. Tugging and pulling as the both of you kiss desperately. The both of you are standing in the doorway of Nanami’s home, inhaling each other. The sky’s darkened and the both of you needed a way to relieve each other’s stress, especially since working long after hours. Your teeth playfully tug at his lip, pulling them in the heated moment. With an affirming hand on your waist, he guides you into the room, kicking the door behind him shut. The both of you are floundering and wobbling through the main room and rushing up the stairs, no time to waste.

In the expanse of his, the both of you reconnect, all your parts fitting and locking together. His arm slithers around your waist again, his free hand on the back of your head as the both of you make your way towards his bed of plush. You’re on top of him, hands pulling on his tie, urging him to take it off.

“Oh my. I’m just so hot in all these clothes.” you say flirtatiously, fanning yourself for dramatic effect. The man beneath you rolls his eyes, his fingers reaching for the buttons of your blouse, undoing them one at a time. “I really wish I had these clothes off right now.” you say again, watching the blond roll his eyes.

“Your dirty talk is bad.” he says, sliding off your blouse for you. Revealing your breasts, beautifully held in a lace light blue bra. His favourite colour.

“Shut up and kiss me.” you order, leaning down and reattaching your lips, finding solace in his warmth. His hands find their way under your pencil skirt, getting a good squeeze of your ass, groaning into the kiss. Your skirt starts sliding furthering up your waist as it stops covering your ass.

One thing Nanami loves about you is how whiny you are, constantly whining when something starts to bother you or doesn’t go your way. “What’s wrong baby?” he asks, his lips still against yours.

“The fact you aren’t fuckin me yet.” you say in a hushed tone.

“Eager today aren’t we? Patience pricess.”

You’re irritated by his request, “I’ve been.” kiss, “patient” kiss “all day long.” you seal your complaint with a kiss.

“I’m sure you can be patient for a while longer,” he says, his thumb freely making way to your needy clit, circling them through your panties. His touch alone has you weak, your head drops on his chest as you feel yourself getting wetter. Your moans seem to be more teasing today as you moan in his ear, you’re doing something to him and he doesn’t know how. You’ve wiggled your pencil skirt off, perched on top of him, giving him the honours of peelings of your panties clad against your wet pussy, rolling your hips as you wait. His finger hooks around the band of your underwear before sliding them off, watching as you bite your lip in anticipation. Once off, the blond sits up and flips you on your back. Now you’re lying on the bed.

“Wait I wanted to ride.” you protest as he frames cages yours, he silences you by placing a soft kiss between your breasts, holding on in a free hand.

“You don’t need to do a thing, You just need to lay your pretty head down. M’kay?” He makes his way down to your puffy folds, taking a minute to absorb the sight again. It’s not something he’s a stranger to but each time he’s more and more entranced by it, observing as your slick arousal coats it, giving it a sheen. He takes his fingers and slowly plunges them into your fluttering hole. Your back arches when he curls his fingers deviously slow. He makes no rush and his slow pace is driving you crazy, he knows.

“Ken, I need it now.” you say, your hips rolling into a steady rhythm against his fingers. “Why are you teasing me?” He doesn’t respond, instead, he remains focused on his task, he made it seem as though it was more pleasurable for him, yet the second his lips connected to your clit you stop complaining. “Just like that.” you hiss, melting from the sensations.

He seems to be savouring your reaction more than anything, watching as you squirm, forcing a hand on your hip to keep you down, reeling when you moan out his name in that sweet, honeyed voice of yours. His pace has increased significantly by now and you're making a mess on his face by how much grinding you’re doing on it. “Ngh- fuck Ken.” your hands are in his hair, a thing he wasn’t that bothered about by now, though this time he’s been waiting for you to pull that movement.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” It’s surprising how fast he’s starting to make you come undone these days, he’s memorised all the best things for you and it shows. “Wait, slow down, I don’t wanna come.”

Something he doesn’t hear as instead he starts going faster. His tongue lapping over your erotic juices that seem to be shamelessly dripping and coating his thick fingers. His fingers move like magic, the way they seem to reach your G-spot, reaching them every time they curl. It’s not long until ropes of your hot come coat his face. He looks up at you with a lazy smirk, grateful he got what he wanted. After gathering it all he crawls back up to you, placing a kiss on your lips, you can almost feel him chuckle against it.

“Now can I ride? You got what you wanted.” you ask your hands feeling around his stomach, yet he just shakes his head. He starts unbuckling his belt until the faint sound of his doorbell ringing catches both of your attention. His attention is now torn between satisfying you and the door.

“They can wait.” you remind him, pulling his attention back to you. Until the door rings again.

“I’m sorry baby I’ve got a parcel arriving.” he says, leaving you with a quick kiss before rushing out of the room. The blond basically leaps down his stairs with how fast he reaches the landing.

“Delivery for Nanami Kento.” the delivery guy says, reading off his paper.

“Perfect timing you guys have.” Nanami mutters under his breath, signing the paper at the bottom.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

He takes a minute to tease, lightly pressing against your hole before finally pushing it in. You take a minute, letting you prepare before he starts moving. You start to wonder if you’ll ever get bored or used to his dick, because of the way his slow strokes are hitting, it’s making you wonder if his dick truly was made for you. You reach out your hand to him to hold during slow sex, but this time he refuses, which makes you surprised.

“Bad girls don’t get to hold my hand.” he stops and pulls out. “Flip over.” he orders.

“What?”

“You heard me. Flip.” it takes a minute for it to register with you before you end up on your hands and knees. A harsh smack on your ass makes you yelp., the burning sensation spreading through your cheek.

“Bad girls don’t get treated nice either. I told you to be patient and instead you wanted to act so demanding.” He says in a low tone in your ear, his hands smoothly running down your waist before smacking your cheeks harshly again. “I want you to count.”

Another slap is sent and you look back at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he has some sympathy for you to go back to his gentler ways of before. Yet he doesn’t sway, another slap lets you know that he’s serious.

“One.”

Slap

“Two. Fuck.”

Slap.

“Three.”

This one is soothed by a comforted rub.

“Four.”

You resist the urge to wiggle, fearing that would piss him off again.

“Five.”

He uses both of his hands to rub away the sting left behind before sliding his tip up and down your now-drenched cunt.

“You naughty thing. Getting so wet from getting smacked.” Your face feels hot in embarrassment at his discovery. “You’re secret’s safe with me.” he says before finally putting it in, relieving your from your shame. You’re rocking your hips back at his thrusts, feeling the pleasure spread through you. Nanami holds onto your hips for support, watching as your pussy swallows his dick hungrily, taking all of it into your velvety walls.

“Kennn~” you mewl out, hands gripping a large chunk of the sheet beneath you. The call of his own name flips a switch inside of him, a witch in tempo and a flip in roughness. Before you know it, your head is being buried deep in those snowy covers as he pummels into you, knocking all sound out of you, all that comes out is a repetitive “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” every time his tip reaches your cervix. You feel yourself tightening around him, listening to the sounds of your wetness reverberate in the room.

“You finally getting what you wanted baby?” he asks, roughly pulling your hair. He’s never been so aggressive and rough with you and you’re loving it.

“Right there. Right there.” you plead, you’re reeling and your mind is blanking the only thought going through is how good he’s fucking you. Sounds of skin slapping and bed creaking fill the room, his headboard slamming and hitting against the wall behind it. The blond takes a free hand and slides it under, his fingers meeting your clit again and you’re screaming out. “M’ gonna come.”

Nanami uses this as a signal to go even faster, thrusting at an ungodly speed. You feel yourself tightening up and before you know it you’re releasing everywhere. You immediately collapse don't he bed, needing a moment to recollect and catch your breath. You feel the bed dip beside you as he lays next to you after chasing his own release. A careful hand, pulling your hair away from your face. “I hope I wasn’t too hard on you?” he says and you immediately shake your head.

“No I loved that. Do it again sometime.”

And he chuckles, “ I don’t know about that.”

The day dips into the night, and darkness wraps itself around you like a comforting blanket. You stand on his balcony, the air cool against your skin, tugging your hair back in gentle streams. Below, the city hums with life, streets awash in glowing lights that pulse and flicker like multicoloured veins. Above, the stars scatter across the sky like glitter tossed from a careless hand. Each sparkle, each shimmer, feels like it’s meant just for this moment. You’re wrapped in Nanami’s dress shirt, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin as you take it all in. The world is busy beneath you, but up here, you're content—peaceful, even. You sigh, elbows coming to rest on the railing as your eyes roam over the city. It’s beautiful.

Then your phone rings.

You glance down, a frown immediately tugging at your lips, annoyed at the interruption. For a moment, you debate ignoring it, letting the call go to voicemail, but curiosity wins out. You sigh again, this time less serene, and swipe to answer.

"Hello?" you snap, your tone sharp, irritation clear.

A low chuckle rumbles on the other end, unmistakably familiar. "Well, that’s no way to greet an old friend."

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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫…

[csuitebitches]

February Monthly Checklist

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you know that I have two types of goals - non negotiable (daily goals) and add ons (monthly goals). You can see more here.

Here are my goals for this month.

Daily Goals/ Non Negotiables:

Reading

My reads for this month:

Kindle of Life

Norwegian Wood - Murakami

Working out:

20 days of working out this month.

Meditation

20 days: 10 minutes consistently everyday.

Brain games (mental math)

25 days of mental math everyday.

Add Ons:

Career, Conferences and Learning :

* February 16th: virtual session with my mentor

* February 16th: a private event where a renowned speech coach is speaking

Online course

* How to read people’s faces/ facial profiling

Philanthropy:

* Donating my old clothes to charity

Uncultured Revolution:

* Creating 4 newsletters

Beauty:

* Remove gel manicure

* Schedule a massage

* Schedule a trim

Hobbies:

* Join tennis

[lauryns-orders]

Honestly, this is the biggest reason I’d hire someone like me.

I personally have severe anxiety when it comes to making personal phone calls. I’ll do anything to avoid calling for myself. However, the second it becomes work related? I’ve got it, no problem. Don’t ask me why my anxiety works that way, but it does. Anxiety is weird.

But, that means I’ll have no problems making phone calls for you. I get it and I’d love to help others who have phone anxiety.

Let me know if there’s a phone call you’ve been putting off and I’ll happily make it for you!

[weratebeanz]

“Accidentally” added 40 heads of broccoli to grocery delivery.

1/10 for fiscal responsibility, 10/10 for snacko score.

[chronivore]

[lauryn-order]

I’m building business cards. Which design do y’all like more?

This premade one: (I haven’t changed the info yet)

Or this one I made:

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty P.A. Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.  **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname ** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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The entire weekend was a dream.  Y/N had never been so loved and satisfied in her life, so when Sunday night rolled around she was nervous to burst their bubble.  As Bucky rolled over and tickled her back she sighed.

“What was that sigh for?”  Bucky chuckled.

“We’re going to have to go back to regular life tomorrow,” Y/N said quietly.  

Bucky hummed then pulled at her shoulder to make her face him.  When she did she only saw a playful smirk on his face.  “What are you worried about?”

“That this is a one weekend thing,” Y/N answered.  

“Never,” Bucky immediately answered.  “You won’t be able to get rid of me, babes.”

Y/N snickered at him.  “So how are we going to do this then?  I don’t want to be known as the P.A. that slept with her boss.  I don’t want special favor.”

Bucky leaned forward and kissed her forehead.  “How about work is work, and us is us.  Completely separate.  We won’t even talk about the proverbial ‘us’ until we get off work,” he suggested as he tickled her arm.  He watched her as she took it all in.  She eventually smiled and nodded at him.  “Good.”

“I guess I should go home then,” Y/N sighed again.  “Get cleaned up and ready for the new week.”

“Guess so,” Bucky agreed noncommittally.  His playful smirk returned.  “But not until I get one more taste.”

***

Y/N showed up on Monday morning, freshened up and satiated after the fun-filled weekend.  As she got herself settled at her desk with Bucky’s coffee sitting at the edge of it, a few of the models she regularly interacted with greeted her with strange looks and mirthful smiles.

“Someone had a good weekend,” Natasha said as she sidled up to her desk.

“What do you mean?”  Y/N asked, trying not to blush.

“You’re glowing,” Natasha chuckled.  “Finally got some?”

“And so what if I did?” Y/N gave her a lopsided smile.

“I knew it!”  Natasha whispered excitedly and sat at the chair in front of her.  “Who's the lucky man?”

“None of your business,” Y/N answered quietly.  She gave Natasha a hard look.

“Okay, okay, keep your secrets,” Natasha grinned.  “I’m glad you had fun.  He better have made you feel good.  No selfish lovers allowed.”

“He was…very selfless,” Y/N said, fighting the wide smile on her face.

Natasha’s signature smirk appeared as Bucky walked around the corner.  “Good morning, Natasha.  ‘Morning Y/N,” he greeted them quickly.

“‘Morning boss,” Natasha said.

“Good morning,” Y/N greeted him.  “Your coffee?” she said, handing it to him.

“Thank you,” Bucky smiled at her.  He took a sip and sighed.  “What would I do without you?”

“Die probably,” Y/N laughed as she turned back to her computer.

Bucky laughed and walked into his office.  Natasha’s head whipped back to Y/N with wide eyes.  “You and…” she whispered and thumbed over to Bucky’s direction.

“What?” Y/N said, her own eyes widening.  “No, it’s not–”

Natasha hid her laugh behind her palm.  “Just joking.”

Y/N laughed as she internally tried to calm her thundering heart.  “God, Nat.  Quit teasing me.  Don’t you have a meeting with Gucci in like an hour?”

“Yeah yeah,” Natasha waved away her concern.  “Anyway, have fun with your mystery man.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Natasha left.  “Y/N!” Bucky called out from behind her.

“Coming!” she answered, grabbing her notebook.  She walked into his office to find him sitting at his desk, his playful smirk on his face again.  

“Close the door,” he said.  Y/N closed it behind her and sat in the chair in front of him.  She gave him an expectant look as she opened her notebook, her pen at the ready.  “Before we officially do this work vs. personal thing,” he started as he leaned forward and watched her, “I’m ‘selfless’?” he asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Bucky, we’re at work–”  Bucky gave her a dark look and she gripped her notebook tighter.  “Yes,” she answered simply.

“Hm,” he said, nodding absentmindedly.  “Can I selflessly see you again tonight?”

Y/N smirked back at him.  “You don’t need a break?”  Bucky’s eyes narrowed at her.  “My place or yours?” she said.

“Yours,” Bucky immediately answered.

“Okay,” Y/N said quietly.

“Okay,” Bucky grinned.  He looked her up and down.  “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” she said, looking down at the jewelry she chose for the day that accentuated her bustline.  

Bucky stared at her for another moment then took a long breath before puffing it out.  “Well,” he sat up and tapped his desk.  “What do we have going on today?”

***

Y/N was a complete professional with Bucky at work, and for the most part he was, too,  every once in a while trying to sneak a touch or a kiss in his office, but she very quickly would step away or shut him down.  She had a feeling that some people in the office suspected their secret relationship, but if it bothered them they never said or did anything.  

Bucky had a drawer of things at her place, and she had one at his.  The relationship blossomed slowly from something mostly physical to something more intentional and deep.  Instead of spending all weekend in bed he started taking her out to some secluded spots around the city on dates.  They had more in-depth conversations, got to know each other more personally than before.  A few months later she met his mother, who was the only person he’d told about their relationship.  She had become close to his mother, Winnie, who had started calling her randomly throughout the week at times to check in on her and talk.  Y/N had lost her parents years before, so having a motherly figure in her life was pleasant.

Tony reached out to Olympus and announced that he and Pepper were having another baby.  Y/N was ecstatic for them and she made plans to reconnect with Tony at lunch one Saturday.  She met up with him and hugged him tight.  “I’m so happy for you,” she breathed as he pulled away.  

“You get to be a godmother to two little bundles of joy,” he smirked at her.

“As honored as I am to be the fun aunt, you know better than to make me a godmother,” Y/N laughed as they sat down and ordered drinks.  

They talked about all the changes over the past year and a half with Olympus, her work with Bucky, the exposing of Hydra, Brock Rumlowe and how he attacked her, and their personal lives.  Tony was excited but nervous being an older father.  He teased her about dating.

“Come on, Y/N, give me the tea,” he said.

“There is no tea,” Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t believe it,” Tony shook his head.  “You look different.  Lighter…happier,” he mused, looking her over.  Y/N fought a smile and Tony pumped his fist in triumph.  “I knew it!  You’ve been seeing someone.  You’re such a bad liar.”

“I can be a great liar when I need to be,” Y/N scoffed.  “But I like you, so I don’t feel the need to lie.”

“Well, who is it?” Tony asked.

Y/N shook her head.  “Can’t say.”

“What?  Why not?” he asked, looking offended.

“Because it’s private,” Y/N said, drinking more of her cocktail.

Tony watched her for a long moment before his smirk came back.  “It’s Bucky, isn’t it?”  Y/N tried to keep her face neutral, but she felt her eyes widen and he smiled wider.  “I knew it,” Tony chuckled.  

“Tony,” Y/N whined.  “Please don’t say anything.”

“I’m not, I won’t,” he said, his hands up in surrender.  He leaned over and held her hands, squeezing her fingers comfortingly.  “He’s a good man.  I had a feeling something like this would happen when I appointed him as the director.  You two just…vibe,” he said.  

“I just don’t want to be known as the assistant who slept with her boss,” Y/N said quietly, squeezing his fingers back.  

“Well, you were getting those rumors before with me all the time,” Tony shrugged.  “It’s a juicy story people love to gossip about.  But who cares what others think?  Are you happy?”  Y/N fought another smile as she hung her head but nodded.  “Then fuck them.”

Y/N giggled at that.  “Thanks, Tony.”

He didn’t let go of her hands yet.  “Do you love him?”

She gaped at his question.  She and Bucky had been sleeping together for almost a year now, but they had never had a conversation about what the relationship was.  Were they dating?  Boyfriend-girlfriend?  They had never even talked about being exclusive.  She hadn’t been dating anyone else…had he?  They had just been enjoying each other for so long that it never came up.  But in that moment, Tony rattled her world view, and she realized that yes, she did love Bucky.  He was her boss, a great lover, but he was also her friend.  She knew everything about him both for her job and also because she was genuinely interested and cared about him.  Y/N felt a wave of emotion go through her and she slightly nodded at Tony.

Tony smiled adoringly at her.  “There’s a lot being unsaid in those eyes right now.  Talk to him.  He’d be crazy not to love you back.”

@calwitch @hzdhrtss

[ceevee5]

[littlequeenies]

March 22, 1974 - May Pang, John Lennon and Mal Evans attend the Los Angeles premiere of 'The Rocky Horror Show' stage musical at The Roxy Theatre.

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟐𝟒

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You wake up to the smell of breakfast. Your head hurts like a bitch. It feels like it had been stabbed repeatedly. As you hold your head in your hand, you sit up looking around the room.

Which is not yours.

You wobble once you stand on your feet and make your way over to the desk which has a note on it.

"I left some clothes for you to change out of, feel free to use anything you need. "

'These clothes are kind of uncomfortable.' You thought looking around for a wardrobe which are found almost instantly due to how big it was. Eventually, you pick out a T-shirt which ends up looking like a dress on you and some shorts.

Meanwhile, Kento is cooking downstairs, with his slightly undersized apron. He really needed to buy a new one. The man has already postponed many meetings and declined many calls whilst waiting for you to get ready. However, he can’t particularly blame you as he would have been just as slow with such a headache as well.

"Good morning Nanami." A voice behind him speaks, quite soft actually. You’re wearing a light blue t-shirt of his, one he’s not seen in a while.

" Morning." His voice came out tired and croaky. "I made you breakfast and here's some medicine."

" Wait, for me?"

Nanami doesn’t really understand why you would need a confirmation on what he just said, but he nodded anyway. A sheepish smile pulled on your lips as you sat down on top of the kitchen counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

He seems to be making bacon and eggs, but when he bends down towards the oven and pulls out a tray of muffins, you nearly choke on your water and you burst out laughing when noticing how restricting the apron was on him.

"Is everything alright what's wrong?" He asks in a panicked voice but you still continue laughing.  "What's so funny?"

"Why is your apron so tight?" You ask wiping your face and setting your cup aside.

" I keep forgetting to buy a new one and I rarely cook so its not really a urgent matter to me."

" I can tell," you remark "come here." Nanami walks towards you and you signal for him to turn around, which he does.

As you start to untie the knot he made at the back, you ask, " Soooo what happened last night?"

" A lot of things, you would not stop whining." A brief chuckle escapes his lips as he explains.

" What else did I say, I wanna know?"

"Do you really-"

"Yes"

You dropped your hands as he turned around to look at you. " How long?"

" What-"

" How long have you been thinking about me like that Y/N?" A silence passes as your eyes dart everywhere but him, it’s only after he places his hand on your thigh, that you start to respond.

" Long enough. Maybe too long."

His eyes grow dark as he mumbles out a low “Yeah?” His thumb moves in slow, teasing circles against your thigh. His eye contact is unwavering, leaving you in a daze, in a trance. All sense of self is thrown out of the window almost instantly at his touch, you turn into a puppet for him. His face is still achingly close to yours, and your self-discipline is running thin. This man is making you unhinged and he knows it. His newfound smirk returns again at the sight of you speechless, completely stunned. “I still haven’t gotten a response doll? Have you been thinking about me? Thinking about me touching you, kissing you… fucking you.” Your breath hitches in your throat from the intense tension. You nod compliantly, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes shamelessly stare at his, being too shy to make the first move. That is until Nanami decided to break the boundaries set by placing his lips on yours.

It feels euphoric and you almost forget how to breathe, his kiss turns you into mush and you melt into it. His kiss is slow and careful, almost as if he’s savouring every second of it, almost as if he’ll never kiss you again. His unoccupied hand cups face as you lean into the kiss, hungry for more. You’d be satisfied if the two of you only kissed for hours, but the heat between your legs says otherwise. Your hand grab a hold of his neck as the kiss picks up the pace. Subconsciously, your legs spread further as his hand climbs further and further up your thigh. “Eager now aren’t we? Who knew my assistant was like this?” He asks, he loops his finger around the hem of your shorts and pulls them down, revealing the top of your panties. Nanami lifts up his gaze directly into yours “ Can I?” he asks.

“Yes. Please.”

He swiftly pulls your shorts down revealing the damp, lewd mess in your panties. You were absolutely drenched. “Have I really got you this wet?” He asks, his index fingers pressing against it softly. Your face is on fire out of sheer embarrassment and your legs instinctually close. “No. None of that. I don't want you closing your legs do you understand?” He asks sternly, shimming your panties down your legs too. You nod at his request but the noin verbal confirmation isn't satisfactory for him. “Words princess, words.”

“Yes sir.”

Sir. His weakness. That phrase makes him almost carnal. Without another moment to waste, Nanami lays you back on the counter, connecting his lips to your body. Kissing every inching on it, worshipping you whilst his fingers begin to rub teasingly on your clit below. “So fucking perfect.” He says between each kiss, working his way down to your pussy. He places a long warm stripe up against it, and you arch, moan out a low, sensual moan. His tongue begins moving furiously on your clit, lapping up all your juices. Your hips roll against his tongue in urgency, the pleasure is unreal. The blond doesn’t stop there, your moans seem to be driving him to strive further to make you fall apart all on his tongue. Nanami places two of his thick fingers inside your fluttering hole, dying for attention, and begins thrusting them relentlessly. Your fingers fly into his hair and tangle in his golden locks, messing up his usually perfect hair, messing up his composed demeanour, revealing another side of him.

This new side of him has you arching and begging for him to stop, just for a moment. “ ‘M gonna come.” Your eyes screw shut tight and your toes curl as you resist the urge to come all over his face, you don’t want it to be over just yet. But Nanami doesn't hold out. He keeps sucking, licking, teasing and lapping you all up.

“I want you to come for me. Can you do that princess?” Nanami asks, momentarily stopping himself, rather unwillingly.

“Yeah,” you respond breathlessly, desperately wanting to return to the climactic high, though your boss doesn’t continue. You look down at him to see his eyebrow raised.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes sir.”

“Atta girl.”

Nanami burrows himself back into your warm, needy cunt, going at it incessantly. His nose nuzzles up against, your clit, the friction making you remind go fuzzy, the only thing on it was releasing. And you can feel it, the familiar knot in your stomach as you reach your high, as you get closer to satisfaction. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.” you cry out, your toes curl and with a couple more pumps with his fingers, you’re cumming. And you’re cumming hard. The warm liquid gushes out and onto Nanami’s fingers, coating them in your arousal.

A set of lips finds its way to your stomach, kissing every inch of it, making its way up to yours. Your lips are locked and suddenly you’re consumed by him all over again. Nanami’s arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the counter and carrying you. Carrying up through the hallway, up the stairs and to the room he once left you in.

The two of you make it to the bed, where he sits on the edge of it, still holding onto you. You don't know whether it is because of the privacy or the fact that the rules have already been broken, but an unknown boldness rushes through you, and now you're initiating things. You just can't get enough of him. Running your hands up and don't his stomach before swiftly lifting his shirt over his arms. And for once, Nanami is silenced, watching you work intently, not wanting to do anything to shy you out of it. Your lips latch unto his neck, as you kiss and suck on it whilst grinding on his pressing hard-on.

“Take your pants off. ” you say to him before attaching your lips to his neck again with the aim of forming infamous love bites all over him. The man doesn't waste another second to pull off his sweats and boxers. You’re met with his burning, red leaky tip. The sight of his dick makes you nervous, it was just so “Big. It’s really big.” That’s definitely gotta hurt.

“Don’t worry.” he coos, using his hand to turn your head back around to look at him. “I’ll go slow for you. Okay?” His thumb brushes against your cheek reassuringly, to which you nod. “Here.” The man sits up before gently placing you on your back on the bed, finding a pillow to place underneath your back. Nanami walks over to a drawer, picks up and condom packet and rolls it on.

“Tell me went to go princess. ” he says, maintaining eye contact with you.

You nod and signal for him to “Put it in now.” Soon enough you feel the stretch, it‘s uncomfortable and you need a minute to adjust. You didn't expect him to reach so far back., for him to be so deep, yet once you’re comfortable you give him the green light. At first, he moves painstakingly slow, for your sake, then he picks up the speed. Thrusting in and out of you, repetitively. The feeling of his tip hitting your g spot every time, makes your mind go cloudy. It’s addicting. Nanami takes a firm grip on your hips before bottoming himself out in you. The speed at which he's going at it is insane and it doesn't give you a minute to think.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans as he pounds into you tirelessly, as he leans forward to place a grip on the headboard, towering over your frame. The bed starts to squeak against the floor as it shakes. Your mind goes foggy and hazy, the only thing you can think about is how pleasurable this all feels.

“Don’t stop, mhm, right there.” You cry out, letting your head roll back, your hands attempting to hold onto his wrists, something, anything. “Fuck I’m gonna come.”

“Gonna come for me princess?” He asks, his paces somehow managing to increase.

“Fuck yeah.” You cry out.

Nanami’s grip on you tightens as he focuses on reaching the end. A light layer of sweat forms around his brows as he pummels into you. Your moans get higher, your grip gets tighter and soon you’re cumming so hard you’re seeing stars. Nanami stays still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your warmth pulsating on his length, as he comes too.

You just fucked your boss.

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A/N: It happened. I just wanted to say, thank you all so, so much for all these votes and reads on my stories, they really do mean a lot to me. I'm glad so many of you love my stories too. I've waited so long to write these last few chapters, especially after having to include all those fillers to space it out to make it 24 episodes. I'm glad you guys have also stuck with me after I take literal months to upload. Really sorry about that, I'm not that great at managing my time, but I am working on it. Make sure to keep your eyes peeled for Season Two and its release. In the meantime, I'll be posting one-shot smuts on my AO3 and on my Tumblr so you can go check those out. The usernames of those are in my bio. Also don't forget to check out my Spotify which has a playlist for this book as you read along. Again, thank you all so much for your support. I love you all.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫…

[carpememes]

Personal Assistant/Butler Starters

“Could you bring the car around? I’m going out.”

“The car is out front. We can leave whenever you’re ready.”

“Should I hire a butler?”

“We can’t afford a live-in butler!”

“So, what, does every big house come with one of you or did they have to go to the butler store and pick you out? Is it like adopting a puppy?”

“Is there training for this? Being a butler?”

“So you get paid to be a fancy Yes Man for a family of rich people and you get to live in their house? Where do I sign up?”

“Sir/Madame/[Name/other] your one o’clock appointment is here.”

“I took the liberty of ordering your lunch while you were busy.”

“You picked up the dry cleaning, right?”

“[Name] is calling for you. Shall I take a message?”

“I picked up your suit/gown from the cleaner, took your car to be detailed and purchased your front row tickets for the concert next week.”

“You’re a lifesaver, [Name]. What would I do without you?”

“Without you around, I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t attached.”

“I’m giving you a raise. You don’t get paid nearly enough for all you do.”

“What am I paying you for? You didn’t finish half of what I asked!”

“Dinner will be served in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll show you to your rooms. If you would please follow me.”

“The master of the house has graciously allowed you to stay in the home, I’m sure they would appreciate you not making a mess of it.”

“If you need anything at all, you need only ask.”

“How would you prefer I reach you? Phone? Intercom? Those old fashioned bells on strings?”

“We have a butler suite right here in the home. It’s all yours while working for me/us.”

“It may be my house but you can decorate your room however you want while you’re here. As long as you don’t go knocking down any walls without permission.”

“I’m paying you to take care of the house, not me. I don’t need a nanny.”

“With all due respect, you pay me to take care of the home. You are a part of that responsibility. I’m not leaving you like this.”

“[Name], I think I’m dying. Call the office and tell them I’m never coming in again.”

“I’ve prepared your usual hangover remedies. They’re on your nightstand. I’ve also asked everyone in the home to walk very lightly past your room and to speak in whispers.”

“You’re more than my assistant/butler. You’re practically family.”

“You took better care of me than my own parents did.”

“I’ve served this family for years. I think I know you fairly well.”

“When you were a baby, I was the one changing your diapers. It’s always been my job to take care of you. That has never changed.”

“You’re better to me than my own family.”

“How much are they paying you to kiss their asses all day?”

“So, what? You’re just a live-in servant? And you’re okay with that.”

“It’s not a perfect arrangement, but it pays well.”

“If you think this is a lot, you should have seen the mess this house was before they hired me.”

“I know it’s not your job... But I’d really like someone to talk to right now.”

“I know. I know it’s three AM but... I’m having a meltdown and need someone to be here for me.”

“Is it okay if I hug you? You can say no. This isn’t part of the job.”

“How do I look? And please, don’t just tell me what you think I want to hear because I pay you.”

“What would I ever do without you?”

“take the day off. You’ve more than earned it!”

“It’s your day off. Why are you here? We can handle ourselves for one day.”

“If I wasn’t paying you, would you still my friend? Or is this all for the money?”

“You raised me. You taught me to walk, to read. You took me to school on my first day. You’re more my family than even my parents.”

“You’re more to me than just ‘the help’.”

"I may be ‘the help’... but i can and will remove you from the premises if you don’t stop.”

“I’m not interested in opinions from the help.”

“You’re out of line. I don’t pay you to tell me how to live my life!”

“You don’t work for them. You don’t have to let them treat you like that just because they’re guests.”

"My assistant/butler isn’t here for you to push around. Apologize or get out.”

“It’s true, I’m paid to take care of the house and whatever I’m asked... But removing people like you from the home I do because I want to.”

“I thought you were a butler! Where did you learn to kick that much ass?”

“Holy shit. You knocked that guy out... I need to give you a raise.”

“Thank you for looking out for my family.”

“It’s frowned upon to fraternize with your employees. But I really like you. So where does that leave us?”

“I can’t work for you and also be in a relationship with you.”

“We can’t have sex if you’re going to pay me. That’s tantamount to prostitution.”

“If we’re going to be in a relationship, you understand that you’ll need to hire a different assistant, right?”