#oh we have an all staff meeting today too the office is going to be SO busy i’m going to die.

[zodiacsea]

my coworker who always has their thc vape is going to be in the office today and im deeply considering begging them for a hit when they show up LMAO

[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Peeping Tom

Smut and Story Building (Blackmail, Deep Penetration, Defloration, Creampie, Rough Sex, First Time, Choking, Light BDSM, objectification)

Chapter 6

3,585 Words

(You encounter a peeping Tom as you have fun with one of your assistants. She tries to use her newfound information against you, but instead, you end up using her. By the end, you found yourself a new toy to play with.)

You return to your office with IU after a business meeting outside the company. The two of you talk about what just occurred during the last few days and how busy it’s going to get moving forward. 

“How does it feel receiving your first private jet, sir?”

“I’m excited; I remember riding on my father’s jet when I was younger and always wanted one of my own. Now I just need to get it customized, and I’ll be able to use it.”

“Before that, we need to hire a flight attendant.”

“That’s true.”

“What about asking your father for one of his?”

“No, I'd rather get someone that has nothing to do with my father. I don’t want them to tell him anything about my business.”

“I’ll try to put a post online to hire an assistant.”

“Sounds good.”

“Any requirements?”

“Someone not too old, eye candy. You know my tastes.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best.”

“Also, any news on Big Hit and JYP?”

“I’ve heard that they are suffering a bit money-wise, so I think they are going to accept your offer.”

“Let’s see what they say. I don’t want to buy them outright, but I do want to hold a good chunk of shares, especially Big Hit. Bang Si-Hyuk seems like a pretty cool guy. He gave me a tour of his small building and even introduced me to his debuting group a while back. I really want to help the guy.”

“I’m sure he’ll be happy with anything you give him, sir.”

“Let’s see how it goes.”

IU then hands you some documents and says, “This is some information I found out about JYP Entertainment. If you look at the third page, you can see that JYP was going to debut a new girl group under the name “6MIX,” but it fell through.”

“Oh, it seems like they had a hard time debuting due to one of their members leaving.”

“Yes, they added another member, Sana. It seemed like they were going to debut, but another of their leader also left the company, so they ended up scrapping the whole thing.”

“Poor girls, so much hard work and training to debut only to have it scrapped.”

“Yes, one in particular has been in their company for a long time. I heard she’s a very good singer.”

“Oh really? If JYP accepts the help, maybe I can ask him to release them from their contracts and send them my way.”

“I’ll keep you posted if there is any news, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“Would that be all, sir?”

“Yes.”

“I have a meeting with one of the girls, so I’ll head to my office.”

“Actually, I’m going to grab a bite at the cafeteria, so I’ll walk with you.” 

The two of you walk towards the hallway, slap IU's ass, and walk the opposite from each other. Little did you know that you were seen by someone, the person IU was going to have a meeting with.

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You get a message from IU that she has received some inflation about the deal with Big Hit and JYP as you are coming from the gym. It’s been a few days since you got any information, so you’re excited to see what’s going on. Without changing, you walk into her office, sit on the couch, and listen to some good news. 

You might not have noticed that Jennie has been curious about the relationship you and IU have since she’s a higher-up than you. She doesn’t know about your real position in the company and only thinks of you as one of the staff members. She was shocked when she saw you slapped IU on her ass and decided to follow you after that. 

Today, she had another meeting with IU and planned on having a light snack at the cafeteria before meeting up with her. Since she finished early, she decided to head up to the administration floor and relax on the outdoor patio before the meeting. She exits the elevator and makes it to the top floor. Jennie walks down the hallway and notices how quiet it is. She wandered around and found Irene’s and the CEO's office before hearing a faint noise coming from the hall. She quietly makes her way to the noises and gets to IU’s office from where the noise is coming from. 

Jennie tries to listen and places her ear by the door. She hears moaning coming from the other side. She tries to make up what the people instead are saying and can only decipher the male voices yelling that he’s going to cum. 

After some silence, she notices that the voices are getting nearer and runs towards the opposite side of the hallway to where the patio is. She peeks her head out and sees you coming out the door and IU fixing her skirt. 

“What the fuck, were they fucking in her office?”

“Omg, he’s getting it on with a higher-up in the company. Maybe I can use this.” 

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Later that night, you get a message from Jennie from your staff phone. You read the message, and it is asking you for help moving some items around the house. You’re not in the mood to message her that you can do it tomorrow, but she is persistent. 

Somewhat annoyed, you put on a shirt and head down the elevator to the floor where their apartment is. You ring the doorbell, and Jennie opens the door within a few seconds. She wears a loose crop top and small shorts that show off her petite body. 

“You said you needed to move some stuff, right?”

“Yeah, it’s in the living room.”

You walk to the living room and see the items she was referring to. You spend about ten minutes moving the things, and Jennie is watching you up close the whole time.

“Is that all you needed?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“Alright, I’m going. I’m tired.”

“Okay, but I’ll call you if I need anything.”

“Please, don’t. The stuff wasn’t that heavy. Maybe try moving it between the five of you before calling me.”

You can tell that Jennie got upset by this based on her facial expression. “I don’t know why you’re complaining; it's part of your job.”

“It’s not. I was just doing this as a favor since you all just moved into the apartment, but that was a few months ago. You girls can figure stuff out,” as you grab your phone and head for the door. 

Upset, Jennie yells, “If you’re going to be a douchebag about it all like the CEO, you’re messing around with his assistant.” 

You turn around and see a grin on her face, blackmailing you. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know that the two of you were fucking in her office the other day.”

“Lies.” 

“I saw smack her ass a while back, and this time, you were leaving her office, and she was skirted and had a smile on her face.”

“If that’s true, how would you know?”

“I heard the two of you doing it.”

“No one is going to believe you.”

“Hmph, I wouldn’t be so sure. I have the CEO’s number.”

“You’re bluffing. You don’t have his number.”

“Yes, I do,” she said, holding her phone out.

“Alright, do it.”

“Okay, I will” and is about to press the call button but then says, “actually, he might be busy with important stuff. I don’t want to bother him.” 

You know she doesn’t have your actual work number, so you tease her, “I don’t think he’s busy. Why don’t we go visit him and tell him the situation? I think he would be more than happy to hear about it.” 

You can see her expression change, and she says, “No, I think we can just leave it like that.”

You grab her waist, “Let’s clear things up. I don’t want rumors that I’m messing with the CEO’s assistant.” You pull her hand, exit her apartment, walk towards the elevator, and press the button for the top floor.

Jennie looks nervous but tries to hide her expression. “He’s going to be upset that we’re bothering him.”

“I don’t think so, plus you’re blackmailing me.”

When you arrive at the top floor, the elevator rings, and you both exit and walk towards the hallway. You ring the doorbell, but there is no answer. 

With a faint smile of relief, Jennie says, “See, he’s not here, so let me waist go.”

“Hmm… let me try something.” You press the numbers on the keypad and hear a ring, unlocking the door.

“How did you do that?”

You pull Jennie and lock the door. “Seems like no one is home. CEO-nim! Jennie and I are looking for you!”

“Stop, he’s going to be made that we’re inside his home. Let’s go.” 

“No, I don’t want to; let’s have a bit of fun.” You walk towards the kitchen, open the fridge, and grab a beer. “He has some good taste, nice.”

“Leave it; he’s going to get mad!”

“No, he won’t.”

“Yes, he is. I heard that he’s mean.”

“Really? They said that?”

“Irene said that he makes them work to the bone.”

“No, I don’t. Wait until I see her tomorrow.”

Jennie’s reaction changes, and she says, “What did you say?”

“Nothing, forget about it.”

“You said something.” She stops, looks around, and walks to the living room. She sees pictures of you and freezes. 

Frozen for also a minute, she turns around and says, “Are you CEO-nim?”

You want to play it off, but know that the gig is over. Instead, you smile and say, “Dang, you caught me. Surprise!”

Many things go through her mind, like how she ordered you around the apartment, teased you, and even tried to blackmail you. 

“So what’s this about having my phone number and blackmailing me about fucking IU.”

Jennie gets on her knees, rubs her hands together, and begs, “I’m sorry. I was just joking around. I didn't mean it.”

“It wasn’t funny. Why did you do it?”

She bites her lip and tries to come up with a reason, saying, “I don’t know. I just wanted to tease you a bit and got jealous.”

“Jealous? What for?”

“You’re my type, and when I saw you and IU, I wanted to blackmail you so you can do whatever I say.”

“You know, that could have really gone bad and gotten someone hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“If you’re sorry, how will you take responsibility?”

“Ehh?”

“You said I’m your type, and you’re pretty cute yourself. How about we have some fun?”

Jennie can’t believe what your words. She knows she said that you’re her type, but that was as a staff/trainer. Now that she learned you’re the one in charge of the company, she doesn’t want to do anything that might endanger her chance at debuting but, at the same time, finds it kind of hot. 

“What did you have in mind?”

“What do you think?” giving her a smirk.

Jennie knows what you’re thinking; it’s not like she hasn’t thought about it herself. You come close to her and grab her small behind, causing her to yelp.

She’s being this close to her. You know that she’s small and petite, “too, like a doll.”

“What?”

Instead of replying, you pick her up, carry her to the guestroom, and toss her onto the bed. 

“Wait… what are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“I’m not ready yet.”

“I didn’t ask you if you were. I’m telling you what I’m going to do to you.”

Jennie is stunned by your words. The image of you has been turned 360 from ordering you around to the other way around. Deep down, she can’t help but feel small and submissive by someone so huge and powerful enough to change her life.

“Okay, I understand.”

“Since you do, then strip. I want to see what I’m going to be working with.”

Jennie gets off the bed and stands in front of you. She slowly begins to undress herself, taking off her crop top and her small shots.

Now in underwear, she shyly takes off her bra, revealing her small, cute breasts. She tries to cover them, “Don’t forget the bottom.”

You smile as she hesitates to pull down her panties and whines, “Do I really have to pull them down?”

“Do you want me to do them for you? Just letting you know that I won’t be gentle.”

“I…I’ll do it then,” as she slowly pulls them down until it drops on the floor and quickly cover her cunt. 

“Take your hands off.”

“But…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

 Jennie removes her hands, revealing her semi-bare cunt. 

“Fuck, you have a pretty-looking pussy and a nice pair of tits. Lay down on the bed and spread that pussy for me.”

Jennie feels embarrassed but does what you told her. She lays on the bed and puts her legs up. She tries to spread her legs, but the idea of spreading them open and showing her pussy to someone for the first time is nerve-wracking. 

“Spread them more!”

She widens her legs until you see her whole cunt in view. With both her index and middle fingers, she slowly spreads her pussy lips, giving you a view of her unused cunt. “How’s this?”

“Hot. You’re making me hard.”

“Really? I’m making you hard?”

“Yeah. Want to see?”

Jennie has never seen a cock before in real life, only on the internet when she would masturbate while in the dorms. Seeing one in real life is making her both nervous and excited, “yeah. I want to see it.”

You undo the bottom and drop your buttons, leaving only your boxers and a large bulge in sight. 

Jennie can feel her heart beating faster as you pull down your boxers, which makes your cock springs out. “Wow, it’s so big. Can I touch it?”

“Of course,” you say with a grin.

Jennie, with her index finger, touches the tip of your cock and throbs, “Haha, it’s likes me.”

“How about grabbing it with your two hands?”

“Okay, but I don’t think I’ll be able to wrap my hands around it.” With her small hands, she tries to wrap her hand, almost touching her fingertips.

Turned on, you ask, “Can I take a picture?”

Jennie looks up at you and smiles, “Sure, you’re the boss, right? I have no say.”

“Glad to see you know your place.”

You grab your phone and take a shoot of Jennie handling your cock. “Try putting it in your mouth.”

“Like this?” as she uses the tip of her tongue to lick the head of your cock. “Yes, just like that.”

You record her slowly licking your length, your shaft, pulling the head in her mouth, and even her trying to take a bit of your cock in her mouth as she plays with her cunt.

“Fuck… I knew you were a slut” you say as she has your cock in her mouth. “Hmmm… I’ll be your slut, Daddy,” giving you a devilish smile. You grab her chin in between your hands and say, “We’re going to get along very well.” 

She stands and lays on the bed once more and willingly spreads her legs for you, spreading her pussy, and says, “Make sure you get a picture of this.” 

“You know how to turn on a guy, huh.”

“I just want to please you, Daddy. Plus, I want everyone to know that you’re going to be my first.” 

You can’t wait any longer; you need to fuck her now. You set the phone down, walked back, and spread her legs. She grabs your cock and presses it against her belly, and asks, “Is all of that going inside of me?”

“It’s going to go right in here and reach all the way up here,” as you trace your finger and her wet cunt all the way up to her belly button. 

“Fuck me already, Daddy. Make me a real woman,” begs Jennie.

You grab your cock and rub your shaft against her wet lower lips, spreading them and covering them in her sticky nectar. “I’m going to put it in; just relax.” She balls up her waist against her chest, “Okay.” 

Jennie nervously watches as you align your massive cock against her small entrance, waiting for you to be her first and only cock she’s ever going to taste. 

You press the tip on your cock and slowly insert yourself until you reach her thin barrier, which separates her from womanhood. You look directly into her eyes, signaling that you’re going to go all the way into it. She nods back and tries to prepare herself for what’s to come. 

You grab her small waist and, without mercy, put your weight onto her petite body and slam yourself into her fresh womb. “Fuck!!! I’m cumming; you’re too big; you’re making me cum!”

Jennie’s body spasms, and she tilts her head back as she feels her orgasm overwhelming her. 

“Haha, you just came from me putting it in? Let’s see how many times you cum.”

You don’t let her rest and put her into a mating press. She groans from not being able to ride off her orgasm, “Daddy, wait. You’re going to make me cum again. Let me rest.”

“A girl like you doesn’t deserve to rest; you’re my sex toy. I get to use you however I want,” slamming yourself inside her once again. 

Jennie cries as she feels her insides being rearranged by your cock, “Ahh, you’re messing me up inside! I won’t be able to with anyone beside you! Fuck…you’re stretching my small pussy out!”

Watching her becoming a mess is getting you more turned on. Even if it’s her first time, she’s a natural. You place your hand on her neck and firmly tighten your grip. Jennie panics when she feels your hand choking her, puts her hands around your arms, and looks at you in terror. “Shh… baby girl, calm down; I’m not going to hurt you, just something the both of us to enjoy. Trust me.”

Directly looking at you, she lets go of her hands and instead focuses on you, thrusting inside of her. “You feel so tight, Jennie; I feel like cumming already,” as you tighten the grip of your hand around her neck. 

You see Jennie trying to speak, so you loosen your grip, “Ahhh… cum… cum inside me, Daddy. I… I want to feel your cum in my tummy.”

You tighten your grip on her neck again as you fuck her roughly, only hearing the sound of both your flesh against each other. Little by little, you feel your peak approaching, a cold sensation in your back. 

“Fuck… I’m going to dump all my cum in your tight little pussy!” 

You feel all your cum shoot deep inside Jennie’s womb with your thick cum. Her eyes roll back from how tight you’re choking her as you pump a large load. Her body starts to go limp from the lack of air, so you let go of her neck and see the imprint of your hand around it. 

Immediately, Jennie gasps for air and comes back to her senses. “You’re such a good girl, Jennie. I think you’re going to be my favorite toy from now on.” 

She gives you a weak smile, grabs your hand, and places it back around her neck, “Keep fucking me, Daddy. I’m your dirty like toy.”

The two of you keep fucking all night long, every time you pump your cum in and on her body. At the end, you take a series of photos and videos of your work, Jennie’s body covered in cum and her cunt oozing out a mixture of both your juices.

—————

You wake up the next day and see Jennie under your arms. You try to get up, but she’s holding on to you. Rubbing her eyes, she turned around and said, “Good morning, Daddy.”

“Good morning, Jennie. How are you feeling?”

“Sore. I can still feel some of your cummies in my tummy. I feel my pussy gaped. I don’t think I'll be able to get married anymore, haha.”

“Good. You’re mine, anyways.”

“Jealous?”

“No. I just got like sharing my toys.” You grab her by the neck with a firm grip and say, “Don’t forget that, okay? You’re mine.”

“Yes, Daddy,” as she feels your strong hand choking her. 

You let her go and walk to the bathroom to freshen up. Jennie looks at her phone and sees text messages from her group mates asking if she visited her mom since she didn’t sleep at the apartment. 

Jennie replies to them and immediately gets an idea that makes her smile excitedly, “Daddy.”

“Yes.”

“Since I’m your sex toy, how about making the rest of us your toys?”

“You mean your groupmates?”

“Yeah, how bout it? Sounds like fun, right?”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea; I’ll think about it.”

[flemingsfreckles]

Physio’s Daughter pt.2

Jessie Fleming x Physio!Reader

Preview: read Part 1, you continue to work with the Canadian team and your partnership with Jessie develops

Warning: some cursing I think, very very very minimal suggestion to sex

WC: 3.8k

A/N: this might be my new favorite story I’m writing (sorry all you Better Boyfriend fans)

The next week had gone by in a flash. Mark had called you, telling you the same things that your mom already had. He wanted to extend an offer to you to join the team, working as a student, for the summer and through the Olympics. He also mentioned that Jessie had spoken highly of you directly to him. Knowing how impressive having experience working for Team Canada would look to future jobs, you couldn’t turn down the offer.

Upon accepting you had started working everyday at the training facility, sometimes carpooling with your mom, picking her up from your childhood home and other days she would swing by your apartment and pick you up. Other days when she would have meetings or individual appointments you weren’t invited to, you’d drive separately.

On your first day Mark had sat you down in his office and asked you about your experience and what you were hoping to gain from your summer. You told him the more you could do the better, whatever he thought would be the best.

You honestly didn’t care too much about the jobs they gave you, as a student you expected to do the simple, more mundane work, making ice bags, organizing closets, restocking first aid kits. You expected to be more of an observer, stepping in only if extra hands were needed.

However much to your surprise, Mark had decided the opposite for you. After your meeting he had asked you to sit tight as he walked out and into the dressing room. He came back with a half dressed captain, Jessie only wearing her training shorts and actively throwing on a sweatshirt as she followed Mark back into the office.

“Oh, you’re back!” Jessie exclaimed when saw you sitting in Mark's office.

“She is.” Before you can answer for yourself Mark steps in. “And I want you two to work together. For one, Jessie we need to have your calf back to 100% before Paris, on top of that as captain, you need to be in the loop as far as what is going on with your teammates. That’s where you two are going to mingle.” His finger points between you and Jessie before he turns his attention to you.

“I want you to be fully responsible for working with Jessie on her calf. I think that will be a better use of your time, instead of throwing you 50 small tasks, take on one large one, do it right. Obviously if you need guidance, the rest of the team is here but I want you to take as much of the lead on it as possible.”

“Understood, I can do that.”

He turns to face Jessie. “Assuming you’re okay with that? You know your own body, if you have concerns or questions about her treatment plan, ask. She’s a student, we don’t expect her to be perfect, you’ll help her. I’m not making you a Guinea pig, you’re not a test subject, more of a learning experience. I mean that in the best way possible.”

“Of course, I feel good about that.” You feel relieved as Jessie agrees to his plan, you hadn’t had much time for the nerves around the responsibility of this job to build up too much but there were some doubts starting.

“As far as the stuff beyond your calf. I want Jessie to get updates on teammate’s, not details but just general ideas of who’s having more fatigue, who needs to be watched, any of those things that as captain she should know, you need to be informing her.” He’s now back looking at you.

“Yes sir, I can do that.”

“Perfect, then you’re both free to go.” He claps his hands together and then motions toward the door.

Jessie is the first one out, she holds the door open for you as you follow her into the main physio room. The rest of the room is empty, today was just a film and media day, most of the players not coming in for any treatments. The physio staff had found themselves elsewhere in the building. Behind you, your boss leaves his office, locking the door before tossing a pair of keys in your direction. He tells you it’s they keys to get in the building and the master key for anything in the training room, in the event you’re here before anyone else. You thank him and watch as he leaves, leaving you and Jessie alone.

You watch as Jessie wanders over to one of the tables, turning and with what seems like ease, pushing herself up and onto the table with her arms. She flops back laying fully down on the table and you can’t help but notice when she puts her arms behind her head her sweatshirt rides up, exposing the lower bit of her abdomen. Catching yourself staring for a second too long you turn away and walk over to the end of the table where her head was.

She has her eyes closed, hands resting behind her head, she looks peaceful. She must have been able to hear you move by her, she opens one eye, looking in your direction.

“Somehow, media day tires me out more than anything.” She goes back to having both eyes closed.

“Because you hate it.” You answer, you’re not sure if she was even asking for a reason but the silence felt uncomfortable and you wanted to fill it. Her eyes both open and she turns her head to look at you. Her eyebrows are pinched slightly as if she’s confused by your statement.

“You hate being in front of the camera right? You probably work yourself up over it, whether you know it or not. It’s probably more stressful on you mentally than playing is.”

“Wow no one told me you were going to school to be an emotional therapist too.” You can practically feel sarcasm dripping off her sentence. She rolls her eyes at you and for a second you feel like an idiot, she obviously knew she hated being in front of the camera, you didn’t need to tell her.

Jessie moves to flip over, propping her head up on her hands. Her smile is big across her face. She reaches an arm out and swats at you, hitting just above your thigh that was at her eye level as you stood at the end of the bed.

“I’m joking, loosen up. If you stay this nervous all summer you’re going to hate it here.”

You knew she was right, being uptight was not going to make anything easier or any part of coming to work fun. But knowing she was right and actually trying to lessen your nerves were two different things.

It took time but by the end of your second week you were feeling more comfortable, slightly confident in the choices you were making, you felt familiar with the staff and all the players, it was becoming more fun.

You and Jessie had fallen into an easy routine. You’d both get to the training facility earlier than everyone, you’d both sit down in your makeshift office and go through paperwork. You’d take the time to run her through each of her teammates, giving her the information that Mark had requested she get as captain. Sometimes there were only a handful of updates to give her and the two of you would end up sitting around chatting.

When her teammates began to arrive you’d make your way into the training room, Jessie would get changed and come back to start treatment on her leg. You’d run her through exercises, stretches, regimes for icing, all the necessary recovery steps for her leg. You’d still run around, occasionally helping the rest of the players, taping, rolling, massaging, but you always came back to check on Jessie. You didn’t think much of it, the time you were spending together, if anything it was more of a requirement for the two of you to spend time together, not a choice.

During training Jessie would check in during water breaks, you weren’t sure that was required but she always found her way over to you, chatting for a minute, usually starting with an update on how she was playing but sometimes just telling you other information, what she had for dinner, the color of the puppy she saw on her way in, small details about her life, before she’d have to go back out.

The more you talked with her the more your silly little young school girl crush came back. Only by this time it was full force attraction, more than just a crush. You were confused how everyone who talked with her wasn’t in love with her. She was kind. It was a simple way to describe her and definitely didn’t do her justice but she was, at the end of the day she was kind and good natured and it drove you crazy.

She was always quick to help you find something in the training room, quick to offer you an extra jacket if she saw you were cold watching training, first one to offer to carry any equipment to and from the field. It was her small gestures that stood out so much.

After training you had a similar routine, helping her, and other players with their recovery. Talking with Jessie about her calf, offering various treatment options to her and letting her guide you. You’d finish your treatment with her and unlike most players who would hurry out of the training room in a rush to get home, she’d stay around talking, offering to help clean or just sitting around. She’d stay until most of the staff had begun to go home and Mark would usually tell her to get out.

It wasn’t long before others took notice of the partnership the two of you had developed.

After a late night at the facility, your Mom began poking at the subject on the ride home.

“How’s it going with Jessie?”

“She’s good, calf is still giving her tightness but it’s less frequent than before, I think she’ll be playing full 90’ before the end of camp.” You think nothing of her question, assuming she’s asking about how her recovery is coming along given the Olympics were coming up quickly.

“She sure does hang around you a lot.” You start to hear the accusatory tone in her voice.

“She’s required to, Mark told both of us we have to work together.”

“I’m pretty sure staying late everyday, to do nothing but sit around with you, wasn’t in the requirements, or the extra chats during water breaks.” She looks over at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Usually she’s giving me updates on her leg.” Defending her behavior to your Mom, it wasn’t really your fault Jessie came over to talk during practice.

“Don’t lie to me, you two were talking about the new pasta place down the road today.”

You don’t say anything back to her, just staring as she glances between the road and back to you.

“Look, I’m saying this as someone superior to you at work, I just think you need to be careful. This is a job, you’re responsible for her health. You can’t be messing around, she’s a coworker. You don’t want to appear unprofessional.”

As if her scolding wasn't enough, she adds, “As your mom, I have to say, she’s 4 years older than you. She’s as close to 30 as you are 18. You’re still a student, she has her career figured out, you’re only just starting yours. Not to mention it’s usually not a good idea to sleep with someone you work with, it makes things complicated.”

“Mom! I’m not sleeping with her.” Your voice is raised, and you feel your cheeks start to burn at your Mom’s suggestion. It’s a mix of anger and embarrassment, mainly from the fact that she would accuse you of sleeping with Jessie, that’s not fair to you or to her.

This is what you hated about working with your Mom, she would still be your Mom at the end of the day. You knew she kept a close eye on you, closer than Mark, closer than any of the other staff, she watched you like a hawk, all day everyday.

“There’s nothing going on.” You add, “She has no interest, it’s work for both of us.” You were thankful when your mom pulled into the driveway to your apartment complex.

“Just take a second to consider what other people might think. You don’t need to have a bad reputation this early in your career because of a fling.” The way she was talking to you felt like you were back in high school and she had caught you sneaking beers to take to a friend's house. It was a voice of concern mixed with a hint of disappointment.

“I already told you, nothing is happening. I don’t need a ride tomorrow, I can take myself.” You tell your mom as you exit the car, closing the door behind you a bit harder than you should.

When you get inside you let your bag hit the ground hard. Frustration from your mom’s comments is still running through your veins. You move to the kitchen, grabbing leftovers out of the fridge and throwing them in the microwave for a minute.

As you eat you think about work, you had to meet with Jessie tomorrow morning but you decide after that you were going to prove to your mom there was nothing going on. You were going to distance yourself, give Jessie the same treatment as everyone else.

That’s what you do, for the next few days you still meet with Jessie in the morning, giving her updates but kicking her out of the office once your professional talks are over. Jessie seemed a bit confused the first few days as you pulled away more and more from her but she never mentioned it to you. You’d finish her recovery treatments and then head into your office which was more of a closet made into a temporary office. You would claim you had paperwork to do and then end up just staring at the blank computer in front of you, wishing you could be having a mindless conversation with her about dogs or bikes or travel spots. Jessie had numerous stories from traveling with Chelsea that you loved hearing about, with every story she told you, you added a travel destination to your bucket list.

You kept up with distancing yourself, somewhat grateful that the international window was coming to a close while you still would have to go to work, Jessie wouldn’t be there forcing you to avoid her.

It was the second to last day of the international window and you were getting started on morning treatments before the friendly match the team had later that afternoon. You had given Jessie her heat pack, not sticking around to talk with her but moving over to where Janine was sitting on the table chatting with some of the other girls.

“Waiting to get your knee taped?” You ask, offering to do it for her.

“Yeah that would be great.” You move to grab tape and adhesive spray. You zone out of the conversations being had around you as you get to work, you’d see how Janine’s knee was taped everyday so it was an easy task to do but not completely a habit you had to use some focus.

“You’re only saying that Jess because it’s the most recent coffee you’ve had.” You zone back into the conversation hearing Janine mention Jessie.

“What about you?” Janine kicks her leg slightly, indicating she was talking to you.

“Sorry, what?” You hadn’t heard what the question was, too zoned out in your own thoughts.

“What’s your go-to coffee order?”

“Oh, usually a cold brew, sometimes I’ll add caramel or raspberry syrup, nothing too crazy.” You answer as you finish up taping her knee. “You’re all set.” You pat her knee and she hops up off the table, thanking you and heading out the door.

You turn and see Jessie putting away her heat pack, something you usually did for her. She gives you a glance, a blank expression on her face as she moves to grab the ball to roll out. As her teammates all filter out, it’s just you and Jessie left in the training room as the rest of the staff followed out to set up for the match. She hadn’t said much to you all day and something felt off, you attempted to make conversation with her.

“Are you looking forward to being back in Portland?”

“Yeah, sort of, I always miss the people here, Portland is all still so new, not quite home yet. Plus the training staff there isn’t nearly as fun, you won’t be-”

“Hey if you’re not doing anything besides chatting, come help set up.” Your Mom’s voice comes from across the room, her head stuck through the door.

Of course she walked in now, not when you were helping Beckie, not when you had been filling water bottles, not when you had been talking to Julia about ankle taping, not when you were having a friendly chat with Quinn, not when you were helping the other staff refill first aid kits. Of course she walked in when it was just you and Jessie, not helping her accusations from last week.

“Coming.” You turn away from Jessie and follow your mom out. As you follow down the hallway she looks back at you. She doesn’t say anything but her glare is enough to keep you from trying to defend what she saw.

The friendly was easy, no injuries, no issues, Canada taking the win 3-1. Jessie was able to get back into playing a full 90’ which while you tried not to show it, you felt proud of. You were proud of your own work, being able to get her back with your help but also proud of Jessie for working through her injury. Thankfully since she was playing the full 90’ there was no time for her to chat with you on the bench, much to your Mom’s relief. You had finished up the evening working with some of the team on stretching and helping them plan for their few weeks back at their club teams. It wasn’t difficult work but it had kept you late at the stadium, leading to a rough start to your next morning.

You were sitting at your desk early at 5am, head resting against your hands, you were exhausted, the game ending late last night, staying to finish up recovery and cleaning up took a toll on your sleep already. What also didn’t help was lying in bed thinking about Jessie. She had felt cold today, she didn’t come to talk to you during halftime, she didn’t ask for extra help during recovery like she normally did. You knew it was your fault, well your Mom’s fault for her comments, but you were the one who pulled back from her first. You felt bad, pulling away from her but it’s what seemed to be the right thing.

“Hey.” A knock on your door frame pulls you from your exhausted brain fog. You look up to see Jessie much to your surprise, you hadn’t planned any of the players to be in this morning. They only had to be in later for film and to wrap up the camp before everyone went back to their clubs for a few weeks before the Olympic period began.

“Can I?” She pointed to the chair she usually would sit in.

“Of course.” You gesture to the chair across from you and Jessie walks in, two coffees in her hands. She places them both on the table before sliding one across the desk to you.

“What’s this for?”

“You.” She takes a sip from her own coffee. You take a look at the handwriting on the cup, labeling your drink as a cold brew with raspberry. You look up at Jessie questioning how she got your order.

“You mentioned your coffee order to Janine yesterday.” She says with a shrug as if you had directly told her your order and she hadn’t been listening into your conversation.

“You didn’t have to get me a coffee Jessie.” You take a sip of it anyway, you weren’t one to turn down caffeine especially after a long night.

“Well it’s more of an excuse to talk to you. I wanted to see what’s been going on.”

“Nothing new really, especially going into the break, no new injuries or anything from last night so no real updates, everyone’s doing well-”

“That’s not what I meant.” She cuts you off. “Sorry to interrupt, it's just I meant why it feels like you’re hiding from me?”

“Oh. Um.” You spin the coffee cup between your hands, looking down at it. You didn’t want to have to explain to her that your Mom is concerned you have a crush.

“If I did something, I’m sorry, I can fix-”

“You didn’t do anything.” You let out a sigh, there’s no way you were going to get out of talking with Jessie. You didn’t want to have to explain it to her, but you also didn’t want her sitting around thinking she did something wrong.

“It’s more my Mom, as embarrassing as that is to admit.” You pinch your eyes shut, feeling shy that you’re admitting that as a 22 year old, your Mom got into your head and made you change your behavior.

“Your Mom?” Jessie seems surprised, she definitely wasn’t expecting your Mom to be involved.

“She made some comments to me, she thought our relationship was becoming unprofessional. She even accused me, well us, of sleeping together.” You explain your behavior, you regret mentioning the sleeping together part as soon as it comes out of your mouth. You keep staring at the coffee in your hands, too nervous to look up and see Jessie’s reaction.

“Oh.” Jessie doesn’t say anything else.

“I obviously told her it wasn’t anything besides professional. We were just working, but her words got in my head so I figured the easiest way was to take a step back.”

“Oh come on!?” You could see her throw her hands up in your peripheral vision.

“What?” You lifted your head to look at her. You weren’t sure why she seemed to be annoyed with you.

“Am I really that bad of a flirt that you thought all those conversations we had were strictly professional?”

[ashdreams2023]

Hiii, could I request a severus snape and little sister reader where she's the opposite of him and so all the students love her until someone insults him one day and she's all snarky and a miniature version of snape and everyone's like ".....maybe they are alike....." while severus looks on like a proud parent??? I love your fics so much!! Thankss!!

The same tree

Severus snape x professor sister reader 

The student body was in shambles the day you were announced as a new staff member, the name snape was enough to send shivers down some students backs.

They barely handled one snape, let alone two!

Everyone expected the worst, 2.0 snape female version then you got to your first class, it wasn’t like anything they had in mind.

Heck you gave house points and they paid attention to the lessons.

"She’s human, oh my god she’s not evil!"

It spread pretty quickly how nice and patient you were, you didn’t show any favoritism towards anyone nor did you encourage any rivalry in your class, as long as they passed it was a win for you.

Your office hours were filled with students coming to you for help, some even asking for help of topics other than what you teach, sometimes asking about stories of your youth but none dared to ask about your brother.

But there were times were kids can get way too comfortable in matters that have no business with them, unfortunately for a certain fourth year Ravenclaw he learned his lesson the hard way.

"I can’t believe that git took points because I added a point to his lesson! It’s fucking ridiculous, he’s a selfish idiot who only wants his way and everyone else is wrong"

"Jesus calm down mate, it’s only ten points you’ll live and he’s like the professor so…"

The Ravenclaw rolled his eyes "I know the book, I read it piece to piece I know my way around this stuff, he’s just one bitter old son of a bitch-"

"Excuse me you little bird" the boy froze as he felt a hand touching his shoulder, he looked up to meet your piercing dark eyes, they had the dangerously familiar feeling to those of their potion master.

"Professor i-"

"No no no…go on, continue what you were about to say so the oh so great Ravenclaw knows everything, because what? Because you read an outdated, basic, dusty ass potion book"

The boy swallowed, your tone was so different, you weren’t smiling and it reminded him of being schooled by severus snape himself.

"Why so quiet? Snake got your tongue?" You smiled proudly at the look of terror on the boy’s face "Let this be a lesson to you little bird, my brother is no idiot and without him little airheads and know it alls would be dead by now, so know your place, am I understood?" You tightened your grip on his shoulder.

"Yes ma’m!"

"And 30 points from Ravenclaw for showing disrespect to faculty staff members"

The boy’s jaw dropped but didn’t dear argue back and sprinted away with his friends, you couldn’t care less that students were watching, they call all spread rumors or whatever.

"Oh my god…she is like him…"

"Shush she’s gonna hear you! At least now we know not to overstep it"

You sighed and left the great hall, you pumped into your brother by the end of the day, he arched an eyebrow at you when you causally sat down and sipped your tea.

"I see you’ve made quite the impression today"

You shrugged "They’re just stupid kids, it was about time they learn anyways"

Severus leaned back on his armchair "You sound awfully familiar to me, I suppose I am rubbing off on you"

"The apples may look different but they all belong to the same tree" you smirked.

"You’re still terrible at potions though" He remarked knowing well how atrocious you were at his best interest.

"Hey! I was defending your honor"

You glared at him and he glared back then after a few seconds of intense looks you two snorted at each other and went back to having your regular sitting for the day.

Thank you for your kind words and glad you do 🥰

[foxsoulcourt]

An unassuming cheese-monger

It's truly amazing how much you can learn by listening and observing.

Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today Javone. Can I get you a cuppa? Why don't you look over the cheeses and pick two or three you would like to try. I'll make us a plate and we can go sit over in that quiet corner.

As I said earlier, my name is Harriet and I’ve been a cheese-monger in this shop for many years. Before you ask me your questions, let me give you some context for why I contacted your office.

I'm worried. Several of my regular customers have not been in the store in over a week. If it was just one or two of them, especially that particularly handsome one with the gorgeous suits, I wouldn't worry. We often don't see him for weeks at a time. But the others? I'm not sure I can convey to you how unusual their collective absence is, especially for this length of time.

How do you like the Port Salut? I'm glad to see you chose it because it's one of my favourites. Understated, but consistently delicious. Such a lovely texture too.

Now, while many different types of customers frequent our shop, we are known by busy professionals in the area. They count on us for a reliable source of high quality meats, cheeses, beverages, biscuits, and breads. You probably know that type of customer. Those executives who work long hours and rarely set time aside for regular meals, yet still want to eat and drink well while working. We show our gratitude for their steady patronage with delicious goods, prices, and hours which match their needs.

Even though we are not supposed to know many details beyond their name, a career retail employee like myself learns to pick up subtle clues about even casual customers.

Therefore Javone, I can reliably tell you several SIS senior staff frequently shop in our store. Partly it's due to our quality merchandise and, frankly, because we open at the crack of dawn and don't close until very late. It also helps we are an easy ten minute walk away from their home office through Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens. That's just the right amount of time to clear your head after a troublesome meeting, isn't it?

Excuse me young man, did I say something funny? Oh, is it that name? I know, it seems a bit silly, but no need to snicker. <clears throat> Now, back to our mutual concern. I believe I have information you want, is that correct?

Over the years both Mr Tanner and Ms Moneypenny have become particularly friendly. They're terribly kind, both of them and they work such long hours. It's been through helping them I've learned to separate out which cheeses Mr Mallory prefers from the ones he does not care for, the beverages that gentleman in the beautiful suits prefers, and which biscuits to keep in stock for the often distracted younger man with the ever changing hair styles and glasses. He's always so kind to me. I really like talking with him.

Which explains why when I didn’t see any of them come through our doors this past week, I became concerned. They rarely all come in on a daily or even weekly basis, but not seeing any of them this past week felt downright odd. I knew immediately something horrible had happened.

Now Javone, what can you tell me? What do you know? And how can I help you?

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Ok here it is, a thing I always liked to think in Garden Centre AU.

I cut off some of the describings and big moments because I go too far once I start. Also its shitty because I wrote it at around 3 am here you were warned.

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*Charlie and Vaggie had finally gotten to the big Garden Center everyone told them to go for the garden Charlie wanted for the hotel, and now one was looking at the greenhouse-like shop with complete awe in her eyes while the other was suspicious as usual.*

Charlie: It looks like a plant itself…

Vaggie: Yeah.

She didn’t know what she should get from a type of sinner who would put this much effort on his business in Hell. Closest came the Vees but their building was just full of neons so that people would be attracted like flies, not like a forest that seemed like it could swallow you if you wandered in too far. 

Charlie: Come on, isn’t it beautiful? 

But even she couldn’t deny that..

Vaggie: Yeah, it is. Kind of.

Charlie took her hand: Come on! 

*They went inside and was baffled by how it was even bigger and wilder on the inside, an employee approached them as they were just standing there unable to shift their gaze away*

Polly: Could I help you, miss?

Charlie: Oh! Yes, please.

Vaggie: We were wondering if we could meet Mr Kadmon for our special request. We had talked about meeting some time today.

Polly: Ohh..

She stiffened a little but it went unrecognized by both the sapphics. 

There were they.

Polly: Charlotte Morningstar and Vaggie no last name?

Vaggie: Yes. 

Charlie: Is he available?? 

Polly: Let me… Ask.

*She left quickly through a “Staff Only” door, and Charlie and Vaggie had to wait for about 15 minutes until she came back.* 

Polly: Yes he is, follow me misses

*They went deeper into the building with the lady, and even though they were going to more office like parts there were still a ton of plants in pots and vines on the walls* 

Polly: Here it is! 

Charlie: Thank you! She led both Vaggie and herself to the door only to be stopped by the employee*

Vaggie: What now?

Polly: I’m sorry, but he accepts one guest at one time.

Charlie: Oh.. Why??

Vaggie: Yeah, why?

Polly: After an accident, please, he expects respect for that.

Charlie: Of course we have that!

Vaggie: Mhm.. 

Charlie: You or me then?

Vaggie: Maybe I can try this time. This is a businessman in Hell after all, so you need to be more firm than nice.

Charlie: I can be that…

Vaggie: Babe..

Charlie: Okay, okay. You go.

*She left with Polly offering her to show her the rest of the shop*

*Vaggie opened the door, and was greeted by a dark room, there were almost no furniture, she couldn’t even see where it ended or where the certain demon was.*

Vaggie, stepping inside: Uh, hello? Is there-

*She heard the sharp exhale of a cigarette and saw the smoke come off from not so far immediately, then she saw three glowing orange-red eyes at the end.* 

She didn’t trust this guy already. 

Just what they needed, another one of those edgelords who thought they were mysterious, great.

Vaggie: Ahem-

Suddenly the lights came on with the sound of a little button press, and now it was kind of overwhelming instead. She had to narrow her eyes and bring her hand to her face to get used to it.

Vaggie: .. Thanks.

She eyed the room, and shit was it full of vines again. Seriously, did this guy have anything else than fucking plants?  

*Then she finally got to take a proper look at the certain overlord, he had two lamb ears and two huge horns coming from his head, followed by expected orange and red eyes although not glowing and two fangs sticking out of his mouth. He had two black wings sprouting from his back and as she could see he had blackened claws as hands too. He was looking at her unimpressed as heck*

Vaggie: Oh. There you ar-

Adam: Be fucking careful where you step, you’re on Macy right now. -

Should I write part 2 idk.

YES YOU SHOULD WRITE PART 2 !! AHHH THANK-YOU I LOVE THIS!!! Mind if I-

Vaggies eyes went wide, even though this sinner overlord looked different she knew that fucking voice anywhere.

Vaggie: Adam!?!

Adam grinned as he took another haul off of his cigarette and blew out the smoke.

Adam: Vagina. Have a seat.

Vaggie: You're the owner!? I thought you were dead!

Adam: Yeah well, obviously not.

She took one step towards him and a small squeak could be heard, Vaggie looked down to see that she had stepped on a plant.

Adam glared at her: Get your foot off my Macy bitch!

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, Chapter 4

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now)

Rating: T

Word count: ~2600

Story Summary: Steven meets a beautiful woman in the Egyptian exhibit at the British Museum...

...Too bad she's his new boss.

Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship

A/N: Here we are with the next chapter! As always, please let me know if you want to be tagged in this or any of my other stories!

“...And that concludes our tour,” Steven said to his final tour group of the day. “Please don't forget to check out our shops and café, located right here on the ground floor, and remember that memberships are available for purchase and help support the museum.”

He waited until the group had disbursed before heading back to his office to collect his messenger bag, also grabbing his umbrella as a rumble of thunder sounded overhead.

“Heading out?” Ruby, one of the tour guides, said as Steven passed through the Programming staff area.

Steven nodded. “You’re on tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, I'll be in tomorrow, but if it's okay with you I need to switch my Thursday shift. I have an exam on Friday morning that I need to prepare for.”

Steven made a mental note. “That ought to be fine. Just let me know who you wind up switching shifts with.”

“Okay, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

Steven headed out of the museum, surprised to see Dr. Y/L/N standing under the entryway and peering out at the rain. “Afternoon, ma’am.”

Dr. Y/L/N turned and smiled at him. “Hi. Headed home?”

Steven nodded. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“Oh, no.” Dr. Y/L/N gestured out towards the rain. “I'm just waiting for it to stop raining so I can go ahead and walk home. I didn't bring my umbrella today and don’t really want to have to take a cab since I live nearby.”

“Oh.” Steven held his umbrella up. “Well I’ve got mine, so I can walk you home if you’d like. Plenty of room under here for the both of us.”

Dr. Y/L/N hesitated. “It’s very kind of you to offer, but I’d hate to make you have to go out of your way. I’m sure Gus is waiting for you.”

Steven shook his head. “Gus’ll be fine. I left the telly on for him so he’d be entertained while I was at work.”

He grinned as Dr. Y/L/N let out a light laugh. “Such a good fish dad,” she joked. “Are you sure you don't mind?”

Steven nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Then in that case, I accept. I really appreciate it.”

“It's not a problem.” Steven opened his umbrella and raised it above his head, the light scent of Dr. Y/L/N’s perfume filling his nose as she joined him underneath it.

He took a deep breath. “Right, then. Lead the way.”

They headed down the steps together, the gentle sound of the rain falling adding to the rhythm of their steps.

“So, how are you?” Steven asked. “I haven’t seen you around much the past few days.”

Much to his relief, Dr. Y/L/N really was open to collaboration and had so far been a very hands-on and communicative director. She had implemented weekly meetings consisting of all of the heads of department so each section could share their progress on various projects and she would frequently check in with each department individually to make sure everything was running smoothly and to see if anyone needed help with anything while still giving the museum staff more than enough autonomy to where (as far as Steven knew) no one never felt like she was micromanaging.

“Oh gosh, I’ve been crazy busy,” Dr. Y/L/N replied. “Just in the past 3 days I’ve had a 4-hour-long conference call with all of the UK’s museum directors, a bunch of interviews and other publicity stuff regarding the new permanent exhibits, plus I had to prepare the annual statistics report to present at the board meeting tomorrow afternoon -- which reminds me, the number of paid tours and new museum memberships have both gone up exponentially for the third month in a row.”

Steven nodded. He was proud of all the hard work the Programming staff had put in since he had taken over the Visitor Engagement Specialist role. “The Programming staff is pretty great.”

“You’re pretty great.”

Steven’s face heated as he looked over at Dr. Y/L/N, who was looking back at him with a slightly nervous look on her face.

She cleared her throat and looked away. “I mean, if it wasn't for you revamping the tours and coming up with the idea for a membership drive I really don't think we'd have seen the slightest difference in numbers. You've proven yourself to be a wonderful team leader.”

Steven's face heated at the praise. “Thank you, ma'am.”

Dr. Y/L/N bit her lip. “Hey, um, since you’re not in a hurry, can I buy you a cup of coffee as a thank-you for walking me home? There’s a coffee shop nearby that I sometimes stop at on my way to work.”

Steven couldn't help but smile, pleased to have an excuse to spend even a few extra minutes with Dr. Y/L/N. “I, er, I don't actually drink coffee, but I’d love to have a cup of tea with you.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded, a smile spreading on her own face. “Oh, right, okay. Well great! It's right this way.”

They headed down the street to a small café, where they paused together under the shop's awning while Steven shook his umbrella out so it wouldn't drip all over the shop’s floor.

He opened the door for Dr. Y/L/N. “After you.”

“Thank you.” Dr. Y/L/N led him inside and over to the counter. 

“Afternoon,” the barista, a dark-haired man who appeared to be in his early twenties and whose name tag read Michael , greeted them. “What can I get started for ya?”

Dr. Y/L/N gave her coffee order. 

Michael nodded as he tapped at his computer screen. “And for you, sir?”

Steven eyed the tea selection. “Er, yeah, can I get a cup of Earl Grey, please?”

Michael tapped at his screen some more. “Anything else?”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Mmm, can I also please get a scone?”

Michael nodded. “Of course ma'am.”

Dr. Y/L/N turned to Steven. “Steven, you want a pastry or something?” 

Steven briefly studied the display of baked goods. Tea was the cheapest thing on the menu, and Dr. Y/L/N had offered… A small snack wouldn't hurt. “Maybe a chocolate croissant?”

Michael tapped at his screen once again. “Okay… And a name for the order?”

Dr. Y/L/N pulled her wallet out of her purse. “Y/F/N.”

Michael tapped at his screen a few more times. “That’ll be £11.43.” 

Dr. Y/L/N swiped her credit card through the card reader and signed the receipt.

“I'll have that out for you straightaway,” Michael said as he moved over towards the coffee machine.

“Thank you.” Dr. Y/L/N turned back to Steven. “Want to go sit while we wait?”

Steven nodded. “Sure.”

They headed over to a table for two tucked away in a cozy corner of the café.

Steven looked around as they sat. The walls were lined with bookshelves containing a mishmash of novels, non-fiction books, and various knick-knacks. 

Reminds me of my flat. “This is quite an interesting little place,” he said. Do you come here often?”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Usually a couple times a week. I’ll order ahead whenever I don't have time to make coffee before work, or if I’m feeling indulgent or have an extra busy day ahead and need an extra caffeine boost I'll stop in and pick something up. This is the first time I've been able to stay and drink my coffee here though.”

Steven nodded. He did recall seeing Dr. Y/L/N walking around with a takeout cup on occasion instead of her usual travel mug. “Ah, okay. I'm glad you invited me to join you, then.”

“I'm glad you accepted.” Dr. Y/L/N shrugged. “It's the least I could do after you were kind enough to go out of your way and offer to walk me home.” 

Steven shook his head. “It’s really nothing, ma'am. I actually quite enjoy your company.” Moreso than you probably realize.

A small smile graced Dr. Y/L/N’s features. “That’s very kind of you to say. I enjoy your company as well.”

She bit her lip. “You know, actually, if you're not busy this weekend there's a –”

“–Y/N!”

Dr. Y/L/N startled slightly and looked over towards the counter, visibly relaxing as Michael set their tea and coffee down. “ Oh . Oh, our drinks are ready.”

Steven stood. “I'll go get them.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Okay, thanks.”

Steven walked over to the counter as Michael set a plate of pastries down as well. 

“Here you are, mate,” Michael said. “Enjoy.”

Steven nodded. “Cheers.”

He managed to carefully carry everything back to the table and set Dr. Y/L/N’s coffee down in front of her. “Here you are, ma'am.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled up at Steven as he set the plate of pastries down as well. “Thank you so much, Steven.”

Steven set his tea down and sat. “So what were you saying before our items were ready?”

Dr. Y/L/N shook her head. “Oh, it was nothing.”

She took a careful sip of her coffee. “But I would be remiss if I didn't ask you how you've been this week. Anything fun and exciting going on in the world of Steven?”

Steven shook his head as he added a small teaspoon of sugar to his tea and stirred it in. “Just researching the provenance of the new vases we got in the other day while in between tours. Christina said she wanted to include them in our special display of Austrian art that's opening next month.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Ah, wonderful. Have you found anything so far?”

“Actually, yes, it's quite intriguing.” Steven took a sip of his tea. “It appears that at least one of the vases was made for a member of the Austrian royal family back in the 1700s before it was eventually given to a loyal subject as a wedding gift and passed down through several generations, but then it was taken in a raid by the Germans during World War II and somehow wound up in the hands of a French army general, who gifted it to an American soldier as -- ironically -- a wedding present.”

Dr. Y/L/N looked riveted. “Oh, wow. That is rather intriguing.” 

“It made its way through several generations of that family until it was discovered that it had been stolen all those years ago, so it was then returned to the rightful owner,” Steven continued, “who donated it to the collection so that everyone could enjoy it. It's because of its illustrious history that Christina and I were thinking it should be the centerpiece of the exhibit.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Yes, you're absolutely right. That piece should definitely be the focus. Do we have anything else to display along with it, like letters or photos of the families, anything of that sort?”

Steven shook his head. “We discovered a few photos of the two families each holding the vase while we were researching, but unfortunately there isn't much else.”

“That's okay.” Dr. Y/L/N took another sip of her coffee. “Everything else is good? How's the new guide working out?”

“He’s doing well so far.” Steven took a bite of his croissant, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “The fact that he has prior experience as a tour guide definitely was a plus -- he didn't need much training and seems to be catching on pretty quickly.”

“Excellent. I'm glad to hear that.” Dr. Y/L/N paused. “If you don't mind me asking, what kind of tea is that? It smells good.”

“Earl Grey,” Steven replied. “Have you ever tried it?”

Dr. Y/L/N shook her head. “No, I've only ever had regular tea.”

Steven bit back a smile. “‘Regular’ tea?”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Yeah, you know… just tea at restaurants and stuff.”

“Ah, gotcha. So basically just plain black tea, then.”

“Mmhmm.” Dr. Y/L/N took another sip of her coffee. “Sweetened, of course, but yeah. So what's the difference between Earl Grey and regular black tea?”

Steven took a sip before answering. “Earl Grey has bergamot in it, which gives it sort of a citrusy flavor.”  

Dr. Y/L/N’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh, that sounds interesting. I might have to try it one day. Any others you recommend?”

Steven nodded. “There's also Lady Grey, which has lemon and orange in addition to bergamot, and if you want to try something really interesting you should try chai, which has all sorts of spices, like cinnamon, and star anise, and cardamom, and it literally means ‘tea’ so if you ever go somewhere and order chai tea you're ordering ‘tea tea’ .”

Dr. Y/L/N let out a light laugh. “I'll have to remember that.”

Steven and Dr. Y/L/N continued to chat, occasionally pausing to take a sip of their beverages or a bite of their pastries.

“Ready to go?” Dr. Y/L/N asked after they had both finished.

Steven nodded. He knew Dr. Y/L/N had had a long day and was probably ready to get home so she could rest. “Yes, if you are as well.” 

They stood and cleared their table, then thanked Michael as they headed out of the door.

“Oh, it's stopped raining,” Dr. Y/L/N noted as they stepped outside. “I'm sure you want to get home since you no longer have to keep me dry, so I'll see you tomorrow?”

Steven shrugged in what he hoped appeared to be a casual manner. “I walked you this far, so the gentlemanly thing to do would be to walk you the rest of the way, right? If that's alright with you, of course.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled softly. “You really are, aren't you? A gentleman, I mean.”

Steven’s face heated. None of the dreams he'd had about Dr. Y/L/N over the past several months he had known her could exactly be described as gentlemanly , but it wasn't like he could control his subconscious, was it? 

He glanced down at the ground before making eye contact with her once again. “I try to be.”

Dr. Y/L/N grinned. “Well for what it's worth, I would choose you over the bear.”

Steven huffed out a laugh. “I appreciate that, ma'am.”

“Shall we continue on, then?”

They continued down the street, continuing to chat amiably as they walked.

Eventually Dr. Y/L/N stopped in front of a small apartment building. “Well, this is me. Thanks so much for walking me home, Steven. I sincerely appreciate it.”

Steven shook his head. “The pleasure was all mine, ma'am. I'd be happy to walk you home any time.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded with a smile. “I might take you up on that soon, then. I enjoyed our time together today.”

“I did too.”

Dr. Y/L/N hesitated a moment, then shook her head slightly. “I'll see you tomorrow, Steven.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Steven waited until Dr. Y/L/N had unlocked the door and headed inside before turning and heading back towards his bus stop. He had already been struggling with fighting his feelings for Dr. Y/L/N, but the kindness with which she treated him and the way she genuinely seemed to enjoy his company made him struggle even harder. 

He shook his head. He'd never have a chance at a romantic relationship with her, but maybe they could at least be friends.

[dianneking]

Happy Birthday, Blondie - Larissa/Melissa

Hello hello! For the first week of Back on The Writing Horse (you can find the original post and masterlist here) I am using prompt 2553 by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor

"Are you going to just spend the day alone?"

"That's what I do most days. It doesn't make a difference to me."

Thank you to @scream-queenlover for picking that prompt out for me and making this lovely cover art to go with the fic, as well as the closing one.

Fandom: Wednesday (2022) and Abott Elementary Characters: Larissa Weems / Melissa Schemmenti Tags: Friendly banter, Dare I say it's fluff? (it's fluff), Food, Mentions of skipping meals. Words: 1497

Happy Birthday, Blondie (link to AO3)

…Kind regards

Larissa Weems, principal of Nevermore Academy.

Larissa sighed in relief after clicking the send button on the latest email. Today had been quite the whirlwind of phone calls, emails and meetings, and it was still only lunchtime, who knew what the afternoon would entail. She closed her eyes, massaging her temples to try and stave off the tension headache she was starting to feel building up. She loved her job, and she loved Nevermore, but there was just something about this sort of days that really took a lot out of her.

The door to her study chose that moment to slam open, noisily hitting the cabinet at the end of its run. “Well, if it isn’t our principal caught dozing off at work!”

There was only one person in Nevermore who had the guts to barge into Larissa’s office unannounced and insult her work ethic at the same time. Larissa refused to give her the satisfaction of opening her eyes.

“What is it, Melissa?”

“Oi! At least look at me when you sigh my name. That’s a privilege not many people have, if you usurp it, I’ll have you move back to using Miss Schemmenti.”

“And we wouldn’t want that.” Larissa deadpanned. But she did crack open her eyes. The fiery head of her coworker was almost too bright in the sunlight that streamed in from the tall windows of her office.

“For sure not today of all days!” The smug grin on Melissa’s face told Larissa that the redhead knew she had won this round. Damn it.

“And what’s so special about today?” Asked Larissa petulantly.

“Are ya kidding me, Blondie?” Melissa looked at her as if she expected some sort of trick from her. Or a smart remark. That was their thing after all. A constant banter, prodding at each other trying to find the right button to push to make the other concede a point in their match of wits.

Larissa liked that. She had been too used to people in awe of her, or too scared of her power (both the political one and the actual shapeshifting) to pose much of a challenge for her. When Melissa joined Nevermore, Larissa had at first balked at what she had perceived as blatant disrespect from the latest addition to staff. But after a while a sort of understanding had formed between the two women, a sort of mutual recognition of kindred spirits (aided by a couple of heart-to-hearts brought along by copious amounts of wine, but they didn’t talk about those too much).

Melissa must have read that she was still missing the point, because she lifted her eyes to the ceiling, as if to ask the heavens to grant her patience, and strode forward to place a cafeteria tray on Larissa’s desk. Larissa blinked at the plates: on one, a heaping portion of lasagna that looked way too good to be standard Nevermore fare, and on the second, bigger plate, a whole chocolate cake, complete with a dripping layer of decadent ganache and a wonky writing that recited: Are you a natural blonde or did you dye for attention?

Larissa tried to avoid drooling at the sight, while her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast, again, this morning.

“Happy birthday, Blondie.”

Oh. Was it today? Larissa could’ve sworn today was still Thursday and her birthday wasn’t until…

…her eyes fell on the stylish calendar perched on the side of her desk.

Friday, February 16th.

Whoops.

“You can’t be serious. You had to check the calendar to be sure it was your birthday?”

“No!” Larissa lied quickly. “I just hmm…I wanted to check something, that’s all.”

“Sure, sure, whatever makes you sleep at night. Eat up, you don’t want my lasagna to get cold.”

Larissa picked up the fork. That was Melissa’s cooking. That’s why it looked – and smelled! – so absolutely divine.

“Thank you by the way, you didn’t have to.”

“Oh please. We both know that you skip more lunches than the ones you actually eat. At least on your birthday you should enjoy some good cooking.”

Larissa dipped her fork into the lasagna, inclining it sideways to slice a bite off of it and scooping it up to bring it to her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss as she chewed. It was an explosion of flavors and textures, perfectly balanced and delicious in every aspect. The fullness of the meat, the tangy and yet sweet tomato sauce, the sheets of pasta cooked to perfection, all enveloped by the smooth embrace of the bechamel sauce…it wasn’t just a lasagna, it was a masterpiece.

“Wow.” Was the only word that she could form before she dove back in.

She heard Melissa’s throaty chuckle, and knew without raising her eyes that there was another self-satisfied smile adorning her lips. Well, Larissa could allow her this one. The lasagna was really something else.

They sat in silence for some time while Larissa ate, Melissa having slouched in one of the armchairs in front of Larissa’s desk, as perfectly at ease as if she was in her own living room, before the redhead spoke conversationally.

“You know, I am glad I dropped by at lunch break, so I managed to remind you in time to get ready for whatever you have planned tonight. Not attending your own birthday party would be kinda lame.”

Larissa took her time swallowing the bite before she replied.

“Oh, that’s kind of you, but I don’t have anything planned for tonight. Just a quiet evening in, you know?” Actually, the more this conversation went on, the more Larissa was looking forward to curling up on her couch with a bottle of wine and some good music. Maybe read a bit, too? She almost didn’t remember the plot to the novel she was reading, so long it had been since she last had time to open it. Was that lame? She had just turned 46, she was allowed to wallow a bit and not go out and celebrate if she didn’t feel like it. Right?

“Oh come on. You’re not gonna spend your birthday evening here in your office, are you?”

“Why not? It’s a very nice study, I spent years decorating it just like I want to.”

“Yeah of course. I mean what’s a better birthday companion than a stuffed raven, after all? But seriously, Larissa,” Melissa’s tone turned serious, and the fact that she used her first name instead of a ridiculous nickname signaled that this was not a question Larissa could brush off flippantly, “are you really going to just spend the day alone?"

"That's what I do most days. It doesn't make a difference to me." Larissa shrugged, cleaning the last bit of lasagna sauce off the plate with the side of her fork. She had never been a huge fan of birthdays anyway.

“Absolutely not! I will not allow that.”

“I…beg your pardon?”

“You may beg all you want but you won’t get out of this. Be all ready and dolled up at six this evening. I might not have as many resources here in Vermont but the ex-husband of my second cousin owns the most disreputable dive bar in Williston. We’re going.”

“Melissa, there’s no need to…”

“No no. You misunderstand. This was not a question. You’ll be coming with me to party on your birthday night whether you like it or not, Miss Weems. And you’ll have the time of your life doing so.”

Larissa met her eyes, her bright green eyes looking up at Larissa as if challenging her to disagree, and all it did was make a lovely warmth spread in the taller woman’s chest. She shook her head, an exasperated smile climbing to her lips. 

“Alright, alright, you stubborn woman. You win. We’ll go celebrate my old age at your shady bar. But you’re offering the first round.”

“Ha! As if I’d let the birthday lady pay for her own drinks! I’ll have you know that my nonna raised me properly!”

They made eye contact across the desk, blue meeting green with an intensity that was new and warm and exciting. Larissa tried to convey in that gaze how much Melissa’s actions meant to her. Not just the cake and the birthday wishes. Hell, not even the invite to go out together. It was the fact that Melissa was there for Larissa in a way nobody had been in a very long time.

“Thank you, Melissa.” She said, frustrated at herself for being unable to say more, and yet charging those two simple words with all those untold things.

She was able to see the blush crawling up the other woman’s cheeks at her gratitude, and couldn’t help but think how adorable it made Melissa look. Clearly embarrassed, the redhead ran a hand through her locks and spoke in a gruff voice.

“So are you just gonna stare or are you gonna try the cake?”

The End

For anyone wondering, this is loosely in the same universe as my other Larissa/Melissa fic, New Teacher In Town. You can find more of my fics in my masterlist

Next fic in the challenge >

[m-jelly]

Chapter 11

Thank you @ladycheesington for the perfect banner

Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, mentions of pregnancy, protective Levi, stalker like behaviour, forced kiss, forced blood drinking, crying child, dad Levi.

In this chapter: While Levi is away at a meeting Damian comes over. Damian is losing his mind and forces a kiss on you and bites you. You do everything to protect your son. Levi saves you but you two end up having a little emotional moment before making up. You and Levi look to the future after moving into a big house in the country, but you both have a feeling things aren't over yet.

Part 12

You watched Levi get changed. “How has Damian been since his sister’s death? He’s kind of disappeared. I’m worried.”

Levi huffed. “Thinking of another man around me? You’ll make me jealous.”

You giggled. “More fun that way.” You grabbed your son before he crawled off the bed. “How is he?”

He hummed in thought. “Something is off about him.”

You stood up with Evan and walked with Levi. “Off? Is it a twin thing?”

He nodded. “I suspect it. They were twins and connected through blood and tragedy. She hurt him a lot, but they still had a connection. She put this weird fucked up structure in his life. She told him what to do, where to go how to think and now that’s over.”

You hugged Evan. “Has he gone into hiding?”

“We think so. It’s like he’s falling apart mentally. It’s hard to explain, but he’s not himself but at the same time he understands he is free.”

“Poor thing.” You let out a long sigh. “Oh, so you have a meeting today, right?”

“I do.”

You adjusted Evan on your hip as you smiled at your handsome husband. You reached over and placed your hand on his chest. “You’re going to do fantastic. You and Erwin have already paved the way for vampires. People are so accepting.”

He smiled softly. “Thank you.” He leaned closer and kissed you. “But I’m not pouting about that.”

You frowned a bit. “What has you upset then?”

He whined. “I don’t like being away from you and Evan for a few hours.” He slipped his arms around you and hugged you as you held your son. “I want to be with you both.” He turned his head and kissed Evan’s puffy cheek.

Evan giggled. “Dada.”

Levi took Evan from you and squeezed him. “Be a good boy for mummy, okay?”

“Mm.”

“My precious little flower.”

Evan rubbed his eyes and hummed. “Dada.”

Levi groaned. “When you say my name like that and look at me with your big and beautiful eyes, it makes it harder to leave.”

You hummed a laugh. “Levi.”

“I’m not looking at you.”

You rubbed his back. “Why not?”

He sighed. “One look at you and I won’t be able to leave.”

“Levi, you need to hand Evan to me so you can go to your meeting.”

He lowered his head and handed you your adorable baby boy. “Here.”

You smiled at Evan. “Hello, my little flower.”

Evan smiled at you. “Mama.”

You covered Evan’s face in kisses making him squeal with laughter. “Good boy.” You looked up at Levi. I know you’ll miss us, but we’ll be here when you return. Isn’t that something wonderful to look forward to? You get to return to the two of us.”

Levi grabbed you and kissed you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He sighed. “I’ll see you soon. Be good.”

You followed him to the front door. “Oh, where would the fun be in that?” You giggled. “I’m playing with you. We’ll be good, I promise. We have a house full of butlers and maids, along with other staff and Hange is here. We’ll be fine.” You kissed his cheek. “I’m going to do some work for my business.”

He smiled a little. “All right. I’ll be back soon then.”

You waved to Levi. “Bye, Levi.” You looked at your son. “Say bye to daddy.”

Evan waved. “Dada!”

Levi waved and blew kisses. “Love you both!”

You waved to Levi until the carriage was gone. You looked down at your son. “Shall we get to work?”

Evan giggled. “Ba! Ba, ba, ba, ba!”

“My goodness, you are very vocal today.” You carried him to your office to see Hange working away. “Hange.”

She perked up at your voice. “Hi!” She gasped when she saw your son. “Evan!”

You walked over to the playpen and put him down inside. “Baby prison for you.”

Hange crouched down by the pen. “He’s so big and strong.”

“He’s on blood only now. You know, it’s weird feeding a baby blood.”

She laughed. “I can imagine. Being a human before this.”

You sat down on the floor and wiggled a toy for Evan. “Helping a baby eat and drink blood is just weird to me.” You checked your side bag and pulled out a new blood candy. You had made a hard candy in the shape of a ring that a little kid like your son could get his hand in. “Here you go, Evan.” You smiled as he grabbed it from you and started sucking on it. “Such a great invention.”

Hange hummed a laugh. “Right? The sales of them are going fantastic. Our blood shops are popular.”

You blushed a little. “That’s wonderful. Who knows what the future holds?”

“I know it’ll be incredible!”

You handed Evan his toy. “So, let’s talk business.”

Hange gave you a breakdown of the successes and losses of this month. Everything was going well, but there were just a few small things that weren’t selling as much. So you planned to change the way you were advertising the blood treats. You were also going to stop selling other things because you couldn’t think of another way to sell them.

“Lady Ackerman?” The butler smiled when Evan stood up and waved at him. He chuckled and waved back. “Little Lord Ackerman. So, my Lady, I have something to tell you. You have a guest.”

You rose to your feet. “I do?”

“Yes. I’m sorry to disturb your meeting and playtime.” He turned. “Your Highness, please, wait in the other room.”

Damian stumbled into your office and looked over at you. The darkness under his eyes was heavy, his hair was oily and the redness of his eyes was becoming dull. The man looked like he hadn’t eaten blood in days. He looked over at you and said your name. “Can we talk?”

You nodded and smiled at Hange. “Could you give us a moment?”

Hange grabbed your elbow. “Shout if you need me. I’m strong.”

You hugged her. “I know. Thank you.” You smiled as everyone left the room. “Damian, it’s good to see you.”

He walked closer to you. “You too.”

You reached over and took his hand. You gave him a gentle squeeze making him smile. “I’m glad you came.”

He perked up. “Really?”

You nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be happy? You’re the man who saved me. I owe you my life.” You released him. “You saved me from the sun pit.” You walked over to Evan and picked him up and out of the pen. “This little guy was saved because of you.”

Damian gazed at Evan. “Look at him. He’s so cute.”

You hummed a laugh. “Right? He looks just like his daddy.”

“His raven hair reminds me of mine.” He reached over and lightly touched Evan’s hair. “He’s like me.”

You gulped a little. “Yeah, his hair is like yours.” You kissed the side of Evan’s head making him hum. “Do you want some blood tea?” You put your hand in your little bag. “How about a blood sweet?”

He took the blood sweet and smiled. “Thank you. These are good. You’ve done amazing.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him. “How are things? How are you?”

“I’m…coping.” He walked closer to you making you tense up a little. “You…bring me…comfort.”

You hurried over to the pen and put Evan inside. You turned and gasped a little to see Damian was right in front of you. “I’m glad you feel a bit better. I’ve been worried about you. Everyone has been worried.”

He reached over and caressed your cheek. “I didn’t think I’d be like this. I wanted her dead and yet I feel like I’m missing a part of me. Maybe I should find that missing part.”

You smiled a little. “I’m sure you will.”

“I miss her. It’s fucked up but I miss her.” He laughed a little and walked towards you causing you to back up. “She would torture me and beat me, but sometimes my sweet sister was there and we had fun.” He locked eyes with you when you bumped into the wall. “Am I scaring you?”

You gave him your best reassuring smile. “Not at all, you’re just walking up to me and I like space.”

He chuckled. “Forgive me.” He placed his hand on the wall and hummed. “It’s just you’re so alluring.” He laughed as the light in his eyes went, a flicker of insanity consumed him. “When I think about where all this started, all these things link back to you.” He reached over and gripped your neck and watched as tears filled your eyes. “You caused all this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” He tilted his head. “You’re sorry?”

You gripped his shirt. “Damian, before you kill me let me do something first. I want to give something to my son so he can remember me and my love.”

He clenched his jaw. “Kill…”

You nodded. “I’m the reason why Levi killed Rosaline. She went after me and Evan, so he took her life. I know you wanted her and he took her from you. It’s my fault. All this chaos started because of me. I know a sorry won’t do, but I am.” You moved your hands to his arm. “Let me say goodbye to my son.”

Evan gripped the bars of his pen. “Mama?” He welled up as looked over at you. “Mamaaaa.” He sobbed hard and reached for you.

“Damian, please let me say one last goodbye.”

Damian roughly kissed you. “I don’t want you dead. I want you.” He yanked your head to the side and bit you hard on your neck causing you to scream. Damian held you in place as you tried to fight him off but he held you against the wall and growled.

You welled up. “S-Stop!”

Evan screamed and cried. “Mama!” He was never known for crying, which means he was in massive distress. Hearing your son cry broke your heart. “Mama!”

“Damian, my son.”

Damian released you and turned to Evan as your blood dripped down his lips. “Such a cute boy.”

You slipped down to the floor and panted. “He needs me, his mother.” You crawled over to your son. “I’m coming.”

Damian watched you. “Why are you so weak?”

You gasped when he grabbed you and lifted you. “N-No. Let me go to him.”

He held you. “My sister made you like this, didn’t she? You’re another victim like me.”

You let the tears roll down your cheeks. “Levi is too and Evan. She hurt so many of us.”

Damian sat with you. “I didn’t mean to feed from you.” He looked down. “I am worse than my sister.” He hummed in thought. “Though I feel strong.” He released a long sigh. “Your blood holds power.”

You shook a little. “Please, let me go to my son.”

He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. “You should have some blood from your bag.”

“Damian!” You saw him flinch. “Let. Me. Go.”

He released you. “Yes.”

You slumped to the floor and crawled over to the pen. “Evan.” You reached for your son as he cried. “It’s okay. Mummy is here.” You lifted him out of the pen. “I’m here.” You held him against you. “I’m never letting you go.”

Evan clung to you. “Mama.”

Damian walked closer to you and Evan. “Our perfect family.”

The door slammed open and your husband stood there with Mike, Hange and Erwin behind him ready to attack. Levi snarled. “Damian! Step away from my wife and son.” He walked over to Damian. “You’re tired and hungry. You’re not yourself. You care about my wife, remember? You saved her life. You’re a little weak and confused after your sister died.”

Damian stopped approaching you. “You’re right…I’m…confused.”

Levi moved closer. “You need human blood. You need rest.” He offered his hand. “Come with me. Step away.”

He took Levi’s hand and walked closer. “I should…get some…sleep.”

“You should. Why don’t you go with Mike, okay? He can take you to a nice carriage so you can rest.”

He hummed. “I will go.”

Levi handed him over to Mike. “Get him to the carriage.”

Mike nodded. “I’ve got this.”

Levi turned and ran over to you. “Darling!” He saw the blood drying on you and his sobbing son. “My little flower.”

You offered your crying son to Levi. “Take him.”

“But.”

“Please.” You shivered. “I need to feed and he needs love.”

Levi carefully took Evan. “I’ve got him.”

You opened your bag and fumbled with your blood sweets. You shoved a few into your mouth and hummed. “Better.”

Erwin grabbed a blood tea from the butler and hurried over to you. “Drink this. I know your sweets are perfection, but you need direct blood.”

You smiled at him and downed the tea. “Thank you. I made sure I protected Evan.”

Levi rocked his son. “You’re amazing.”

You took another cup of blood tea and downed it. “Thank you again, Erwin.” You sighed. “I feel stronger again.” You let out a long sigh. “Damian is broken. I don’t know how he can be fixed.”

“It’s not your job to figure it out.” He kissed the top of Evan’s head as he calmed down. “It’s okay, Daddy’s here.” He kissed Evan’s cheek. “You did well, Evan.” He looked up at you. “Evan was the one who called me through the blood connection.”

You stared at Levi. “Are you mad at me?”

“Darling.”

You stood up and sighed. “I understand. I mean, I put your son at risk and instead of calling for your help I just stayed with Damian.” You let tears roll down your cheeks as you laughed. “And on top of that, I am talking about fixing him.” You held Erwin’s hand and squeezed. “Thank you for giving me blood.”

Levi stood up with Evan and called your name. “Wait.”

Erwin stopped Levi from running after you. “I might not understand what’s going on with you, but your wife, the woman you turned into a vampire and locked into living for eternity was attacked and in need. She did what she had to so she could protect Evan. She has a lot of empathy towards people. She suffered at the hands of Rosaline and so did he. She wants to help someone who is broken and in need, just like she helped you.”

Levi hugged Evan. “I know. I just…I…I didn’t mean to make her cry. I love her.”

“I know you do and she knows that. I can’t imagine how terrified she was facing Damian alone as Evan screamed and cried for her.”

Levi looked down at his tired son. “I fucked up.”

“I don’t think you did. I think emotions were high. Go to her.”

Levi bowed his head and ran down the halls until he reached the bedroom and heard you crying. He slipped in to see you curled up on the bed. He softly called your name. He walked over to you. “Can I sit?”

You sniffed and sat up. “Yes.”

He sat down and lay Evan on the bed next to you. “Sorry, he’s out for the count.”

You giggled through your tears. “Well, he’s had an emotional day. His daddy left him alone with his bad mother and then his bad mother made him cry hard.”

Levi wiped your tears away. “You’re not a bad mother.”

“I put him at risk.”

Levi slid closer and held you against him as you cried. “You did incredible. He doesn’t have a single scratch on him. You got hurt and put yourself at risk for him. I shouldn’t have been so short with you.” He pulled back and cupped your face and kissed you. “Thank you for protecting Evan. You’re an incredible mother.”

You smiled. “Thank you. Sorry I ran away crying, I’m just very emotional these days.”

He rubbed your tears away. “I fucked up. I should have supported you. I should have asked if you were okay. I should have fed you the blood.”

You clung to Levi’s shirt. “I love you.”

He kissed you and sighed through his nose. “I love you too. I love you so much.”

“I love you forever.”

Levi growled. “How fucking dare he touch my soulmate. What did he do to you?”

You whined a little. “He umm…he kissed me roughly, touched me a bit and bit me really hard.”

He shoved you down on the bed and panted. “You’re mine. How dare he touch what is mine.”

You rubbed Levi’s cheek. “I’m yours. I’m forever yours, my love.”

“Forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive. You did nothing wrong, Levi.” You caressed his cheek. “You were worried for our son, there was blood everywhere and Damian was getting closer to us both.”

He tapped his forehead against yours. “I should have run to you first. I just…I…made it sound like Evan was protected because I was there, that I saved him. You saved him.”

“I kept Damian distracted. He commented that Evan was like him, but he’s yours. I needed to keep him sane. So, I used myself to distract him.”

“You put yourself at risk. You’re incredible. You’re amazing.” He showered your face with kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Forgive me.”

You sighed. “Levi, I told you there is nothing to forgive.”

He whined. “But.”

Evan slapped Levi’s cheek. “Dada!”

Levi flinched and looked at his son. “Hey.”

You laughed hard. “I think that’s punishment. He’s telling you off for being mean to me.”

“I guess he is.”

“Levi?”

He looked at you. “Mm?”

“I love you and all is forgiven.”

He smiled brightly. “Thank you.” He flinched when Evan slapped him again. “Someone is violent.” He sat up. “You wanna fight me?” He picked up Evan and wiggled him. “I’ll beat you easily!”

Evan squealed with laughter as Levi blew on his belly and then used his little fists to hit him. “Dada!”

You sat up and smiled. “Look at you two.”

Levi sat Evan on his lap. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I just...yeah.”

Evan reached for you. “Mama.”

You took Evan from Levi and cuddled him. “Hi, my baby. Hi.” You showered his face with kisses. “My sweet boy.” You looked up at Levi. “Levi?”

“Mm?”

Your cheeks heated up a little. “I think I’m pregnant.”

Levi stared at you. “What?” A cute sparkle entered his eyes. “Really?” He grinned. “Really, really?”

You hugged Evan. “I’ve been emotional recently and when Damian took a lot of my blood, I sensed another heartbeat other than mine.”

He welled up. “Shit…another baby…I didn’t think it was possible.”

You hummed a laugh. “We must be special.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.” He shuffled closer to you. “Do you think it’ll be a girl?”

You looked down at Evan and smiled. “Maybe. You going to be a good big brother?”

Evan giggled. “Mama.”

“I knew it.” You kissed his nose. “Good boy.” You lifted your head and gazed at Levi. “What are we going to do about Damian?”

Levi sat behind you and hugged you tightly. “Don’t worry about him, okay? I will take care of him. You just need to sit back, relax and let me spoil you, Evan and our baby.” He nibbled your neck making you giggle. “Promise?”

“Promise.” You turned a little and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You held your daughter against you as Evan held your hand. You gazed at the home before you and turned to Levi. “This is…”

Levi smiled. “Yes.”

You bounced up and down as you squealed. “It’s the perfect home!”

“Wait until you go inside.” He ruffled Evan’s hair. “Here’s the key son, you open.”

Evan gasped in delight. “Okay, Daddy!” He ran up the stairs to the grand double door. He unlocked the door carefully and pushed it open. “Wow! Big home!”

Levi chuckled as Evan ran inside. “It’s our home now.”

You put Lilly on her feet. “Go explore with your brother.”

Evan ran over and held her hand. “Come on, Lilly.”

Lilly giggled. “Evan! Go!”

Levi pulled you close and kissed you. “Want to know the best part everyone?”

You frowned. “What’s the best part?”

He moved you to a black switch on the wall. “Flick that up.”

You reached over and flicked it up causing the lights to come on. You squealed and hugged Levi. “Is this? Do we have lights!?”

Levi chuckled. “We have electricity, a radio and full top-of-the-line plumbing.” He chuckled. “Even a pool.”

You jumped into Levi’s arms. “Levi!”

Levi spun around with you as his kids jumped around and cheered. “It’s for us all. I want you all to live the best life possible.” He looked at his kids. “Go explore. There’s a toy room for you both. I’m going to stay here with mummy for a bit.”

Evan giggled. “Daddy is gonna kiss mummy a lot.”

Lilly laughed. “Kiss, kiss!”

Levi waited for them to run away. “It’s also far away from the ex-prince. We’re safe here. He won’t be stalking you anymore.”

You released a long sigh. “No more gifts or love letters.”

“Only ones from me.”

You hummed a laugh. “I can’t believe after all these years you still act like we’re young lovers.”

He grabbed your ass making you gasp. “And I will continue to act this way for centuries.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “You spoil me.”

“I just love you, Evan and Lilly with all my heart and soul.”

You gripped his shirt as you nibbled your lip. “How big is the bed?”

He growled. “Huge.”

You moaned. “You know I love a big comfy bed.” You kissed him over and over. You lowered your voice and whispered to Levi. “I want you to fuck me tonight like I might disappear any moment.”

Levi nipped your neck. “I would be happy to do that. We do have plenty of rooms to fill.”

You purred as he kissed your neck and touched you. “Are you hoping for an army of children?”

“Maybe.”

You cupped Levi’s face. “Levi, you know vampires have fertility issues.”

He pouted. “But we had two close to each other. We might have more.”

You smiled softly. “I bet we’ll have four.”

He perked up. “You think so?”

“I have a feeling.” You hummed a laugh. “But it’s always fun to get some practice in, right?”

Levi lifted you. “I have made sure all our furniture is strong as well. You know what we’re like.”

You giggled. “Every surface possible.”

Levi started dancing with you. “I have a dance hall for us. We can host some parties for our friends.”

“We can.”

He bent you backwards. “I’m glad the world is changing for the better.”

You hummed a laugh. “Me too.”

He sighed. “I will miss corsets though. Your breasts were incredible in them.” He purred. “What am I saying? Your breasts are always incredible.”

“Thank you.”

He pressed you against the wall. “Fewer layers for me to get through to your perfect body.”

You moaned. “I love that too.”

He massaged your breast as he kissed your neck. “I want to fuck you against this wall so bad.” He pulled back and sighed. “But, the children are awake.”

“Later.”

“DADDYYY!” Lilly ran with Evan behind her “DADDYYY!”

Levi pulled back from you and knelt on the floor. “Yes, my little flowers?”

Lilly jumped into his arms and then Evan. “Daddyyyyy.”

Levi squeezed them. “What’s wrong?”

You sat down. “Are you hungry?”

Evan threw himself at you instead of Levi. “Mummy.”

You hugged him. “My goodness, what’s going on with you two?”

Evan clung to you. “Something scary.”

Levi stood up as he held Lilly. “I’ll get rid of the scary thing. I promise.”

You carried Evan. “What did it look like?”

Evan whined. “Big. Scary.”

Levi led the way. “Whereabouts?”

“Garden.”

Lilly pointed. “Orange.”

Levi walked outside and saw a fox happily eating. He chuckled. “Is that it?”

“Yes.”

 “That is a friendly fox.” He crouched down and offered his hand. “They seem to get on with vampires. It probably wanted to be your friend.” He smiled as he petted the fox. “See?”

Lilly reached over and petted. “Soft.”

You brought Evan closer. “You’ll see a lot more here in the country. They also scream loudly but they’re just talking. They won’t hurt you. Animals and nature are our friends.”

Evan giggled as the fox nuzzled its head against his hand. “Cute!”

Levi smiled. “You’ll see so many animals now we’ve moved to the countryside. It’s a more fun and safe place for you two to grow up. No more city life for us.”

Lilly hummed. “Fairies?”

Levi chuckled. “Yes, you’ll see fairies.”

She gasped. “Yay!”

You stood up and sighed. “Let’s get something to eat, okay?” You smiled as both kids ran inside. “They’re safe here, right?”

Levi nodded. “I swear, they are safe here. He will stick to cities. He’s addicted to that life. Plus, we left nothing behind to show where we went. Mike and Hange are helping us with business connections in the city. Erwin is now a vampire representative and he’s working with others to keep the ex-prince under control. We’ll be okay.”

You hugged Levi. “I’m glad, but I still have this bad feeling.”

He walked with you inside your new home. “Me too. I have a feeling the whole family is cursed. I hate saying it, but it might be better to get rid of the last of them.”

You hummed. “I think so too. He was a good man once, but I am starting to suspect he helped me because he wanted me.” You smiled at the kitchen staff and found something for you, Levi and the kids. “It might not be, but I just have a gut feeling and the way he spoke to his sister when I was involved.”

Levi pulled you close. “I believe you are right. We should stay far away from him.”

You sighed. “I think so too.” You carried everything into the dining room and smiled at your kids waiting. You placed the blood food down and sat with Levi. “For now we should focus on being a family.”

“And adding more to that family.”

You hummed a laugh. “We’ll try our best.”

[anti-romantico]

[work trip] the boyz sangyeon

warnings: slow-burn, use of the word "daddy" idk if I should apologize for this one lmao, oral (f receiving), protected sex (I earned a cookie for this), hint of a second round

words: 3571

Working as an assistant wasn’t in your plans when you graduated, but as long as you could pay your bills with the salary without having to get another job, you were more than happy.

And it wasn’t like your boss was terrible or a creep. He was young, didn’t have kids, but always liked to spoil his friend’s, it was like his favorite hobby. 

You arrived at your desk 15 minutes before your usual time this morning. You didn’t know your driver was in such a rush, but you preferred to not ask and let him drive while you hold on for dear life.

— You’re early. — Your boss said, walking out of his office.

— My driver must have had something important to do after dropping me off. — You answered. — Good morning, Mr. Lee. — You bowed your head a little.

He softly smiled. — Good morning. Did you receive my email?

— Yes, you wanted to talk to me. — You confirmed.

And even though it wasn’t a question, Sangyeon nodded. — It was going to be later, but considering you still have 10 more minutes of freedom and that I’ll leave earlier. Come to my office, please.

You felt cold sweat all over your body. Did you mention he made you insanely nervous? And you knew the thoughts you sometimes had about him would be firing you in a second. 

You sat down on the chair in front of his desk and waited for him to talk. Sangyeon took off his blazer and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and sat down on his own chair.

— Do you want water? — He suddenly asked. And you didn’t know if it was the nervousness, but you sensed a hint of mockery in his tone.

— No, thank you, Mr. Lee. — You said, looking away.

You heard him scoff. — Well, I wanted to talk to you because we received an invitation to an investors meeting in Gangmun. And although it will only be 3 meetings, it’s going to be a whole week. You can pack some swimsuits if you want. We are leaving on Friday.

And Friday arrived too fast for your liking. The organizers of this trip made sure his future investors traveled comfortably because your seats were first class and the hotel was 5 stars. 

Your room and Sanyeon’s were next to each other, and while you were unpacking, someone knocked on your door.

— Hi, I just got a call. Our first meeting is tomorrow morning, so that means you have the whole day free. — You nodded. — Oh. These were in my room, to let the hotel staff know you’re here as part of the trip. Pretty sure you’ll have courtesies. — Sangyeon grabbed your left arm and put on the white plastic bracelet. — And you have only one more replacement, so be careful. — He let it go.

— Thanks. So am I free to do anything today? — You asked, already making plans.

— I mean, yes, just don’t go to sleep late, the meeting is at 11am, right after breakfast. — You giggled, he was using the same tone he used with his friend’s kids.

— Right, thank you, Mr. Lee. — You smiled and waited for him to leave.

The next morning, you got up and took a bath. You were getting dressed when you released how hungry you were. You were almost ready when Sangyeon knocked on your door. 

— Slept well? — Was the first thing he asked when you opened your door.

— Yes, thank you, Mr. Lee. You too? — You asked, closing your door, making sure it was locked. 

— You can say that. I always have a difficult time sleeping the first night outside my home.

— That happened to me once, I just asked for more pillows. — You said. He called the elevator and nodded.

Breakfast was quiet. The restaurant was full of businessmen, and some even looked at both of you from time to time. None of them came accompanied by their assistant? You wanted to ask Sanyeon about it, but he was too immersed in his phone.

— Aren't you going to order, Mr. Lee? — You took him out of his thoughts.

— I only ordered a coffee, [Y/N], I'm not that hungry. — Sangyeon put away his phone and gave you his whole attention.

After his coffee and your fruit salad arrived, you casually talked about your plans for the next day. Not noticing everyone's eyes were on you two.

Not even in the meeting room you noticed the businessmen gossiping around, you just assumed they were talking about, well, business. 

The next day finally arrived, and room service was like your alarm to get off the bed. 

"Courtesy from the house" the bellman said. 

You sent Sangyeon a message to tell him you were having your breakfast in your room and that it would be ok for him to join, but he rejected the offer saying he was already having breakfast with some colleague at the restaurant. 

After finishing, you grabbed one of the bikinis you packed and got ready to enjoy the pool.

— Hi! — A voice called your attention when you were looking for your sunglasses.

A guy with black hair and tattoos was right in front of you. 

— Hi.

— I wasn't sure if you were the lady from the meeting room. I'm Kevin.

— [Y/N]. — You gazed over him, watching him sit down on the chair beside yours. — Are you an investor?

— I'm one of the organizers, actually. — You slightly panicked. — I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but you didn't seem to have a moment away from Mr. Lee.

— Yeah, he often forgets small but important details and I have to remind him.

— Oh, so you're his assistant? — Kevin sounded genuinely surprised.

— I am, is there a problem?

— No, I think it's smart of him to bring his assistant. Most of these men think they know everything and often humiliate themselves. 

— Tell me about it, in all the work trips I've been since I started to work for Mr. Lee, at least one man interrupts the head of the investors and ends up being kicked out of the meeting. 

— Oh I've seen it happen, it's really funny. Anyways, didn't mean to interrupt your free day, but let me take you for a drink or two. How about your next free day?

— The day after tomorrow? 

— Sure, I know those meetings can be exhausting, can't imagine how tired you end up. So, is it ok for you?

— Yeah, let me know the time.

You watched Kevin leave and finally got into the pool when he was out of your sight.

And he was right about the meetings. Businessmen always liked to show off their intelligence, thinking they knew more than the rest. Sangyeon would look at you from time to time, to make sure you weren't too tired.

— I can excuse you if you want to leave. — He whispered in your ear. You swallowed hard.

— And miss this? No way. — You whispered back, making him giggle. 

Your eyes then were caught by Kevin's, he was giving you a teasing look that left you feeling uneasy.

The next night, you dressed casually and went to the bar of the hotel. On your way to the elevator, you met Sangyeon and the colleague he had breakfast with the other day.

— Going somewhere special? — Sangyeon arched his brow when he saw how well dressed you were.

— Yeah, going to the bar, a friend invited me. — You didn't exactly want to tell him that one of the organizers invited you.

— That's great, have a good time, just don't forget…

— We have the last meeting tomorrow, I know. I won't come back late. — Sangyeon smiled and let you go. 

— How long have you been working with Mr. Lee. — Kevin asked, already three drinks in.

You sighed. — Two years, but I started in the archive until he realized I was acting like his assistant so he decided to hire me as such.

— Nice, starting from the bottom… — You laughed and nodded. — I'm going to say this before I get too drunk. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable.

— Why would you?

— Just me and my thoughts. They like to assume things. — You finished your drink and waited for him to talk. — I just thought you were either the wife or the affair. 

And fortunately you already swallowed your drink before he said those words because you would've choked. 

— Why would you think that?

—  I mean, he brought you. Investors usually come alone.

— What do you mean?

— We only sent one invitation. Not saying he has done it in the past, everyone does things differently, but in this case, we only invited him and he asked for permission to bring someone, all expenses on him, of course. 

You couldn't believe him. What if this wasn't the first time? 

After getting another drink and changing topics, you two decided it was time to go back and sleep. You were still talking in the elevator when it reached Kevin's floor. He said goodnight and left, leaving you with your thoughts. 

Once you got to your floor, you calmly walked to your door, but a voice in your head convinced you it was a good time for answers. 

You knocked Sangyeon's door and waited, getting no answer. You knocked again, impatiently.

— [Y/N], it’s late, what’s wrong? — Sangyeon finally opened his door.

— Why did you bring me?

— What?

— You’re paying for my room and my “courtesies”, you thought I wouldn’t know? 

Sangyeon moved to let you in his room. You walked in and waited beside him.

— What’s so wrong about it? — He said after closing his door.

— You lied to me! You told me I was also invited and that the organizers were paying for my food and such. I work for you, why would you do this?

— Ok, let’s get this straight. You don’t work for me, you work with me. Without you I would forget half of the stuff I have to do during the day, I needed you here.

— Are you sure about that? Was paying for such an expensive hotel room necessary?

— Yes. — You closed your mouth surprised.

— Wow, this is beyond unprofessional, Sangyeon. 

— I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, but ever since you started working in the company you haven’t had proper vacations.

— How about you hire someone else and I find somewhere else to work? — You asked. You tried to open the door, but Sangyeon had his whole weight on his arms, stopping you. 

— Are you seriously quitting right now? 

You didn’t turn around. — No, unlike you, I’m a professional. I’ll finish this trip, enjoy my last days here. You’ll have my resignation letter on your desk by Monday. 

He sighed and let you go. He couldn’t sleep that night.

The next morning, you sent him a message saying you'll have your breakfast in your room, so he could go to the restaurant without you. And Sangyeon thought you’d also miss the meeting, but you were waiting for him outside the meeting room.

— It’s not necessary, [Y/N], I'm pretty sure this meeting will be a recap of the other two. — Sangyeon said in a lower voice, not wanting the other businessmen to hear him.

You sighed. — Ms. Kim only invited the investors she was truly interested in working with. 

Sangyeon bit his lower lip fighting the urge to laugh. — I told you I needed you here. 

— Meeting is about to start, Mr. Lee. — You said, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach when you heard those words.

After the meeting, you waited for him to finish talk with Ms. Kim. You got distracted with the beautiful view the meeting room had. Sangyeon called your name after some minutes and you followed him, saying goodbye to Ms. Kim.

— Well, — Sangyeon and you stopped at your door. — Our flight is on Sunday.

— I know. See you then. — You opened your door and looked at him.

— I really hope you reconsider what you said last night. I promise this won’t happen again. 

— See you on Sunday, Mr. Lee. 

You were in the pool enjoying the warm water. The businessmen were already leaving. You noticed when Kevin was checking out. “I just thought you were either the wife or the affair” his words made echo in your head. God, who else thought that about you. He looked in your direction and waved goodbye. You smiled and waved back.

— May I? — Sangyeon’s voice made you turn around.

You shrugged and kept swimming, ignoring that he took off his shirt. After 5 minutes of complete silence, you sat on the edge of the pool and turned your head to talk to him.

— Was this the first time you did it? — You asked.

— What? Paying for a whole hotel room, first class flights, food and all-access bracelets for you? — He answered in a sarcastic tone. 

— And you still want me to work for you? — You turned your body this time.

— Of course. I know I should’ve told you, but would you have agreed to go all those times knowing I was paying for you? — You stayed silent. — Listen, if you decide to still work with me — Sanyeon made emphasis on the “with”. — I’ll still pay for you, you already do half of my job, just take it as a way to thank you. 

You got up and walked to the chair where your towel was. — Did you know some of those businessmen thought I was your wife or even your mistress? And I’m sure it’s not the first time people think that.

— I don’t know why people would think that, [Y/N], we don’t behave like a couple at all. Also, if it’s not true, why are you so worried? 

You stopped your tracks and turned around. — You don’t get it, do you? It has nothing to do with how we act, it’s you paying every single penny for me on these business trips that I shouldn't even be on. 

— Like I said, I’ll still pay for you if you decide to stay on the boat, and it’ll be the same with the next assistant. — Sangyeon got up and walked to you.

— Then I still stand by my decision to give you my resignation letter on Monday. — He was so close you could feel his breath. 

— We make such an amazing team, you have a good salary, I pay for your vacations. I don’t think you’ll be able to find another job like this one.

— Am I your assistant or your sugar baby, Sangyeon?

— I don't know, which one do you want to be?

— You're not implying that…

— It's your decision, pretty.

You didn't care how you looked, you were tired of fighting your inner you to look like a big girl for once. — Do you want me to be only your sugar baby? 

And Sangyeon loved the change of aura. — How about we have this very important conversation in my room. 

If walls could talk, you were sure Sangyeon's room would gasp before such a scene.

You were under him, hungrily kissing, both of your hands were held over your head with one hand of his while his free hand was exploring every inch of your naked skin, sending shivers from your spine to your cunt.

— Is here where you want me, pretty? — He asked in your ear, running his middle and index fingers over your clothed pussy. — Would you allow me to taste you?

— Please… I… 

Sangyeon let your arms go and got down on you, pulling down your bikini bottom. — Tell me if you want me to stop.

He started to lick, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't show any type of discomfort, he continued by opening your folds with his fingers and finally giving your wet pussy a hard lick that made you moan really loud.

And he didn't give you a moment to breathe, he was sucking on your clit and toying with it with his tongue.

— Fuck… Daddy… please… — You sighed, pulling his hair.

— Are you close, pretty? — He said against your cunt.

You nodded and grabbed the pillows that were beside you before grabbing his face and pulling him to you. — Do you have condoms? 

Sangyeon kept fingering you. — I'm so glad they didn't go to waste this time. 

You giggled when you saw him rush to his backpack and take two metallic envelopes.

And you thought you were finally going to see his dick when he got back to the bed, but before you could say a word, he was back on your pussy, spreading your legs open to finish the job. You had to push him when he kept eating you out after you had your orgasm. 

— Do you remember how you just called me? — Sangyeon asked, taking out one of the condoms and rolling it down on his hard cock. 

— I don't think so. — You playfully said, sighing when you felt his tip against your entrance. 

— Make some memory because I want to hear it more often. 

The whole room was filled with moans, grunts and wet sounds. Your arms were back over your head while your tongues were fighting. You threw your head back with another loud moan when he brushed the spot.

— Right there, daddy. — You whined, hugging his hips with your legs. 

Sangyeon's hips took control and kept ramming against you, making the bed squeak.

Your juices were dripping to the bed, letting you know you were close. — Daddy… — You couldn't finish your sentence, you felt your whole body burning. Sangyeon kissed you and massaged your clit, receiving all your moans in his mouth. 

— Give it to me, pretty. Cum for me. — His grip on your wrists was deadly, there will be marks the next morning. 

You felt how you teared your throat with how loud you moaned while cumming. Sangyeon cummed right after with how tight your pussy was squeezing him.

After five minutes of cleaning yourselves, you went to the bathroom to pee while he was looking for something for you to wear.

— Do you know my room is next to yours, right? — You said, sitting down on his bed.

— Do you promise you'll come back? — He grabbed you by the chain and made you look up.

— Why wouldn't I come back? — Sangyeon gave you a sweet kiss and let you go, getting in the bathroom.

You went to your room to change clothes and pack all your things, leaving everything ready for the next morning. 

Once you were in your pajamas, you went to Sangyeon's room. He was already laying down waiting for you.

— Are you hungry? — He asked. He was now wearing sweatpants, but didn't bother to wear a shirt. And the slight tent under the pants gave you a hint that he also didn't have underwear on. 

— Kind of. — You crawled through the bed to him and straddled him.

— Do you want me to order something? — His hand shamelessly massaged your butt.

— I think we have a conversation pending, Mr. Lee. — You said before kissing his neck.

— Are you sure you want to have that conversation like this? Fuck… — You licked his neck all the way to his ear. — I don't want you to be my sugar baby, [Y/N]. — You stopped, but didn't move. — I want to start a romantic relationship with you. 

Your soul came back to your body, made you laugh. You hit him on his chest. — Is it too hard to ask me to be your girlfriend? 

Sangyeon pulled you to kiss you. — And about the job… 

— You already know my position on that. — You answered, intertwining your fingers with his.

— You said it yourself. You're a professional, but if you consider you can't separate our relationship at work, then I'll respect your decision.

— What about the rest of the workers?

— I'm the one signing the checks, pretty, if they want to doubt on the position you are in, then they can have a word with me.

The next morning, you turned off your alarm and stretched your body without opening your eyes. You giggled when you felt Sangyeon's lips on the skin of your back.

— Morning, pretty. — His raspy and deep voice made you clench around nothing.

You turned your body and kissed him. — Morning, handsome. 

— Call me cheesy, but it's my first night here sleeping the whole night. — Sangyeon kissed you again, pulling one of your legs over his waist.

You felt his morning wood and bit his lower lip, making him groan. — Do you have any plans for today? — You said over his lips.

— Enjoying this really comfortable bed with my girlfriend. — His hips buckled up, brushing his erection on your stomach. — And I was thinking of rescheduling our flight and staying a few more days.

Your hand traveled inside of his pajama pants and started massaging him. — That sounds lovely, but I don't think we have enough condoms for that.

— I can still order more. — His fingers pulled down your shorts and underwear before reaching for the condom that he left over the nightstand last night. 

You helped him with it and guided him to your entrance, feeling a pinch of pain for the lack of preparation. 

— How long do you want to stay? — Sangyeon asked over your lips, thrusting into you.

— How about you make me cum and then we can talk about anything you want? — Your finger dug in his back, leaving marks.

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 349: That was Then, This is Now, p1

“Mmmmph! M-Morgan!! Pl-please!” I sputtered, head buried deep in the big bosom of my new Hungarian APRN. My arms were straightened stock-stiff at my sides.

“Oh, Dr. J, do the relax!” the enormous blond woman laughed, mirth jiggling through her mighty chest as she hugged me tightly. She nearly had me pulled off my feet as I stood there in my office that Monday morning, her strong arms encircling my head, shoulders and upper back. I’d been waiting for my coff-…my m-…my warm morning beverage and the meeting Melissa had wanted to have but had been summarily assaulted - this counted as the twelfth one - by the “Good Morning Hugs” of my staff as they’d come one-by-one to greet me. New office policy, it had been announced, I guess: Dr. J gets a hug every morning, from everyone. 

Julia had been here with hugs, Bobbi and Brittni and Bianca and Bessie as well, all thanking me for such a fun weekend and being so cool and nice to them on Instagram. Wait what? Shanette had come early and lingered long, feeling especially soft and had purred motherly greetings. Katarina had, with a peculiar giggle, offered to fill my mug if I’d been waiting too long for Melissa to appear with my warm milk. Josie didn’t stop at a hug and gave me kisses, while Randi and Katie had each started flat-out making out with me. Angie nearly had me out of my pants and it was only Aubrey showing up for her hug that saved me from an early-morning, non-consensual handjob. Lakshmi had left just a few minutes ago, after helping me clean the lipstick of all these other from my face and finally showing me on her phone what all the girls is had been mysteriously hinting at and talking about: the Instagram posts made to my account after my own phone had been hijacked on Saturday night, before its demise at the bottom of Melissa’s pool. Good god! I remembered so little of the weekend, had I really been a part of all this…this…debauchery?

What a way to start a week!

“I hear you have the exciting weekend,” Morgan was now purring to me, her basso profundo rumbling through her chest as she held me captive at her monumental breast. “Morgan sorry she not there, she the busy. But happy you have the good time. Many orgasm, I can know!” 

At that, she released my face from the depths of her bosom and - god help me - held me out at arms reach. My feet were six inches off the floor! My mouth gaped: Morgan was huge! Enormous! Maybe not quite as tall as Melissa but probably outweighing her by sixty pounds, at least. Jesus Christ the size of her! Yes, whatever my mystery affliction was had been reducing my stature (I really have to get this checked out…) and changing my perspective, and I knew Morgan was a big lady, but - holy crap! What had happened to her?!? I’d seen her just last Friday, working with patients, and she was nowhere near this size, was she?? She was a house! Thick curves threatened to burst forth from her stretchy pants and overmatched, overstretched blouse whose buttons seemed ready to -

“Haha button go pop,” she laughed as - yes - the top button of her blouse flew past my face.

My eyes just goggled as her cleavage bulged forth and then, slowly, she began to lift me up, up, up until we were eye level. Good god this woman wasn’t only huge, but hugely strong!

“Because you, the breasts of me are so bigger now,” she said, cryptically, “Tell me, what the happen? What you do on the weekend?”

Oh my god what did happen this weekend?

I remember, of course, getting in a little late this Monday morning with Melissa driving me to work. I’d stayed the night, again, the third in a row at her place. She’d helped me get ready and had clothes for me - these new, XXS unisex scrubs she’d found at the mall. I normally didn’t like wearing scrubs at the office as it made me look, well…like the rest of the staff, the medical assistants. But today I had little choice. So while this morning’s memories were clear as day, the day before, however, was a little fuzzier. Though with a little effort I pretty much recalled the whole thing.

“Um,” I told Morgan, as she held me aloft like a rag doll, “M-Melissa and I just sort of relaxed yesterday…”

Of the events of the weekend, Sunday afternoon’s were clearest in my mind. It had turned out to be a lazy day of napping in and out and cuddling on the couch. Melissa spent it pampering me, barely letting me lift a finger, keeping me couchbound in her arms, or pinned underneath her, or with her head in my lap. She’d apparently wanted to spend most of the day in penis worship, and wanted me also adulating her breasts. It was Sunday, after all. Time for church. And so we honored the occasion with either me sucking on her or by her sucking on me ‘like a piece of candy’, tending to the every whim of the insatiable beast between my legs, barely letting it leave her mouth for hours on end. I don’t know how many times her skilled lips, tongue and throat had brought me to climax there on the couch - it was a lot. But it was right before the dinner of Mac n Cheese she’d made for me that I finally had to stop her. I was sore, I was actually really sore, my balls tender and shaft raw from so much overuse this weekend, a sex marathon that did a number on my privates. She’d cooed and clucked in amused pity, offering ointments and creams 'to make it all better', but they only served to get me ready for another round in her mouth or tender grip. It was finally with a laying-on-of-hands, a strange cooling sensation that her palms brought my groin with no liniments or salves, that in the end miraculously healed my pain. Had she done something like that before? On…Saturday night, to a bruise on my neck? I was a little weirded out, as that moment brought back flashes of other memories. Was I just imagining some of these things? I remember her, and the other girls doing…stuff. Like, I knew Melissa was really strong, but there was no way she used her breath to blow me across the pool, was there?

“I heard you almost the drownded,” Morgan said, watching my face as I continued to try to recall the weekend. 

“Who? Me? Oh, um…”

Yes, I had woken Sunday morning and found my busted phone. Did I get it from the bottom of the pool? Or was that Melissa? Wait, did she actually save me from, like, almost drowning? I shivered, recalling it now. Yes, I felt it again - the fear, the near-death experience at the bottom of the deep-end and then suddenly being safe in her arms. Anyway, I remembered intimacy with Melissa in the pool, in the shower, at breakfast. Jeez we were horndogs!

“...yeah, I uh, had a little accident Sunday morning,” I admitted to Morgan, “but it was a f-fun little party the night before. Too b-bad you couldn’t come.”

Saturday was, for sure, more of a blur. There were girls over at Melissa’s, lots of them. I must have been drinking that afternoon because I barely remember that time at all. Later on into the evening I recall a little more - time in the hot tub? Sushi for dinner was it? A movie, some warm milk? Bedtime was more easy to recollect, with Shanette sharing the bed with Melissa and me for a while. 

“Sound so the fun,” Morgan smiled, the twinkle in her eyes telling me she knew more than she was saying. 

“Yeah,” I agreed. Realizing now why I already felt so exhausted: I had the sex lives of twenty men. Yes, I’d slept like a rock last night, after Melissa had taken me to her bed and put me under by humming sweet lullabies that reverberated throughout my cock, hips and spine to settle in my mind and rock it to sleep. But I felt like I’d need to sleep another week to recover from what I’d been through. I hadn’t even stepped through the door of my apartment upstairs this morning, having come straight into the office, and I was already looking forward to collapsing in my bed tonight. 

But first I needed to get through today. Still held aloft by the shoulders in Morgan’s strong hands, I was reminded of that by a knock on the door. Melissa, maybe, I hoped? We both turned to see who it’d be.

Aubrey, peeking around the doorframe. Back for more hugs? Apparently not. 

“Gianna needs to talk to you,” she said. 

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thanks to RiF for editing help

[blythebewitched]

Her Name Was Bobby: Smiling Critters Oneshot

Two years . . . It was crazy to think he'd lived in this town for two years now. From a young age, Sunny had always been the center of attention everywhere he went. From his band all the way to his modeling career. At some point, the spotlight started to dim for him. So when Kickin brought up moving into town where he could be with his brothers, and try something new, he moved immediately. 

After two long grueling years, he'd finally managed to finish his nursing schooling. It started out as a hobby. Helping the elderly at retirement homes as a volunteer. But now he could really get into Hospice and care for the elderly properly. Sunny loved being around old people. They were sometimes far nicer than anyone his age.

About three weeks prior, Dogday recommended a hospital nearby to apply to. And of course, he was accepted immediately. Today was to be his first day.

Sunny practically swung out of bed. Firey determination pumping his blood. With a killer outfit and some stunning makeup, he was practically ready to go . . . Oh wait . . . Breakfast!

Dogday jumped at the sound of his front door opening. Peering from the kitchen, he saw his brother strut through to the kitchen doorway.

“Mourning Angel~!” Sunny chirped.

“Hiya Sunny. Lemme guess. First day of work and you forgot breakfast?” He passed his brother a plate of food. 

Sunny sat and munch happily as a response. He always forgot something! Dogday chuckled to himself. 

“Say. Speaking of the hospital? Have you met Bobby?”

Bobby. Dogday and Kickin had a gracious number of friends. The only ones he remembered were Catnap and Picky. So, he shook his head. Not really interested in meeting the guy.

“Bobby is the head nurse of the hospital! You should say hi!” 

Sunny took one last bite and headed towards the door. “I'll think about if that's my boss or not.” And he headed out the door and to work.

. . . 

A few hours into the day and Sunny was already sore. He didn't really mind it though. The staff in hospice were really nice and patient. And the elderly were, for the most part, sweeties. As he was bottling pills, he reached for his left shoulder rubbing out some pain that was there. 

Nurse Nip walked up behind him and grabbed his shoulder. “Hard day?”

“Nah. Its just some pent up tension. Thats what hard work'll do.”

“Mm okay. You should probably have the head nurse check that out though.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Well we don't want the new star nurse to keel over after the first day right?”

“Hahaha! True. Well, let me finish up here and I'll see . . . Umm . . . Who again?”

“The head nurse! Bobby Bearhug!”

Bobby. Dogday mentioned that earlier. He was a little annoyed to have to see someone he wasn't keen on meeting, but he kept his promises to his bros. 

Sun suppressed a groan and gave the other nurse a thumbs up before they left. 

. . . 

The head nurses office was on the top floor. Rather than going up the stairs, Sunny decided to take the elevator. The elevator chimed as it reached his floor. The doors opened and he stepped inside. He had planned on a silent ride on his way to see the nurse, but he oddly felt eyes on him.

Sunny curiously looked down next to him through a side eye. There was a girl, another nurse in the elevator with him. Her uniform looked slightly different so he could tell her position was different. The girl was looking up at him. 

Their eyes locked for a moment. Both curious of the other. “You're very pretty.” Was the words that broke their silence.

Sun now fully turned towards her. “What did you say?”

“Haha. Sorry. Was that too blunt? I just think you're very pretty. I've never seen such a colorful bird before.”

“Oh. Thanks.” He was known to be a charmer. A smooth talker. But when it came to flirting or compliments, he flopped hard. His forte was getting people to do what he wanted. So it was safe to say he didn't know what to do when the girl complimented him.

Sun's first thought was to compliment her back. She was substantially shorter than him. Though he was very tall compared to most. The girl was a bear in a deep red coat of fur. Like fine wine. He couldn't say that though. Perhaps something else? Her blush? Her hair? Her smile? . . . No. 

Often when he attempted to establish relationships in the past, he came across as either creepy. A lot of the time, his pride and vanity made him look full of himself. Nobody ever gave him a chance . . . It was the reason he spent so much time alone or with the elderly. 

So, he said nothing. Afraid of making her uncomfortable in such a small space. Suddenly, he felt a hand run through the feathers of his right arm. He had to force himself not to ruffle and fluff up at the touch. His head swung down facing the nurse admiring him.

Both her hands went up the length of his arm. Her eyes looked up at him through her eyebrows. The look was sultry, making Sunny nervous. He couldn't tell if she intended for the interaction to be so personal. 

“You really do have nice feathers. I like the colors. And you're so fluffy!” She gave him the biggest smile. Sweet and elite. “I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?”

“Y-yeah . . . I'm the new hospice nurse . . . Sunshine. But e-everyone calls me Sunny.” 

“SUNNY!?” She stopped and stared at him wide eyed.

The elevator chimed and the door opened to the top floor. Sun was dragged out and led down the hall. 

“By any chance, do you know Dogday? Or Kickin Chicken?” 

“They are my little brothers. Why? You know them?”

The little bear spun around on her heels and gave him a silly smile. Expecting him to guess. “Didn't DD tell you something about meeting someone today?” She chimed. 

It took Sunny a moment, but when it hit him, he felt his face turn red. When DD mentioned his friend Bobby, HE ASSUMED BOBBY WAS A DUDE! Not some cutie . . . In a nurses outfit no less. He cursed his brother internally. The last thing he wanted to do right now was scare her off, but he couldn't help but like her. 

Once outside her office, Bobby asked, “So! Is there anything I can help you with while you're here?”

Sunny almost completely forgot about it. “One of the nurses recommended I see you about some tension in my shoulder.” . . . It was only after saying it that he REALLY thought about it.

“YOU DON'T HAVE TO THOUGH! IT'S NOTHING!” He was praying she would let him go. 

“WHAT!? Get your behind in here now! I'll have that checked out in a jiff.” Bobby grabbed his arm again and dragged him to the couch in her office. Why was it so easy for this lil mini bear to drag him???

. . . 

The next thirty minutes was torturous. They had a really good conversation and Sunny's original doubts had easily been squashed. But he was falling. HARD. And how could he not!? She was perfect. Super polite, great personality, beautiful and well composed. His problem here was that he couldn't say any of it. They'd just met! She'd think he was a sleaze if he said what he really thought of him. 

The worst part was the intimacy of the situation. Sun and Kickin had a habit of having their feathers ruffled at the slightest touch. Bobby's hands were on his shoulder for a good portion of his visit. It made hiding his delight near impossible. When she was done, she prescribed him a minor pain killer and sent him on his way. 

Walking home, the only part of his wonderful first day that stayed on his mind was Bobby. Her name wouldn't leave his head. Her touch had a phantom shadow imprinted on his body. Nothing about those thirty minutes left his head. He didn't even notice Kickin had walked up next to him. 

“SUN!”

“AH! Kickin!”

“Lmfao! What the hell's on your mind?”

The brothers stopped by DD's house where they met up with their brother on his porch. “How was work? You meet Bobby?” 

Bobby. The name stirred excitement he couldn't contain. “YEAH! Why didn't you introduce us sooner!?” Sunny began to ramble uncontrollably. 

DD and Kicks looked at each other slowly. The realization slowly but surely sinking in. Sinister smiles started creeping on their faces. 

Sunny hadn't noticed his brother's on point suspicions. He rambled as he thought of her. The perfect girl from the elevator who was stealing his heart. Sun wondered if this was love at first sight. The thought that he still had so much to learn about her was exhilarating. Bobby. Her name was Bobby. And for the first time in his life, he was truly in love.

[flemingsfreckles]

Physio’s Daughter pt.5

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Read the previous parts HERE

Warnings: cursing

WC: 4.0k

A/N: hi :) enjoy (if you’re reading this the same day it was posted and want to help make a decision on the future of this story go vote on the poll on my feed)

The players ended up with way more downtime than the staff during the week before you all left for Paris they were really only responsible for keeping their bodies ready to play and showing up to get on the plane. You and the rest of the staff had meetings, more paperwork, you all had to pack your equipment away, it took more hours of your time than you had expected.

This meant you had to turn down Jessie on three different occasions when she asked you to coffee.

The first time Jessie shook off the rejection. Not thinking much about it, you were obviously busy with work and didn’t have the time that day.

“I’m wrapping up here. Want to grab a coffee this afternoon?” She stuck her head into your office.

“I would Jessie but I’m not out of here until 5 tonight. Plus should we be grabbing coffee?” You give her a questioning look. You had agreed to friends now, friends grabbed coffee but it felt like a gateway to something more with her.

“Oh, okay, sorry I didn’t realize you had to work so late.”

She shook you off, walking back over to her locker to grab her stuff and leave for the day, having to stop alone for coffee.

She didn’t stop asking, one thing about that girl, she loved to stop by your office and she also loved to get coffee.

“Coffee? Do you have a lunch break at some point?” Jessie’s head once again swung around your office door early in the morning when players were released for a couple hours break before having to return in the evening for film.

You sigh throwing your hands up, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of you “I’m supposed to get a lunch but I think I have more travel paperwork to do during that time, I don’t know Kelly from the administration called and-”

“Don’t worry about it.” You notice the tight lipped half smile she gives you. You so badly wanted to say fuck it to the paperwork and go get coffee with Jessie, you’d get coffee with that woman every second of every day if you could. But you had work. You were at work and she was your coworker.

Insistent on getting you to say yes, Jessie offers another plan. “What about tomorrow morning since it’s a later start? Before we come in?”

“Tomorrow I have to be here at normal times, it’s just you guys who get to come in late.” You give her a frown.

“Look if you don’t want to come to coffee with me, that’s okay, just say that though.” Her voice is quiet but she looks frustrated with you. Her eyebrows furrowed, upset lines on her forehead.

“No! Jessie, I do! I do want to get coffee with you, just, this isn’t a great week. I’ve still got a ton of work to get done before we leave. As the newbie on the staff I get all the simple but time consuming work no one else wants. Unfortunately the next few weeks will be just as crazy for both of us.”

“Okay.” She turns to leave “I’m sorry for bothering you.” Before you can really stop her to explain that she’s not a bother and honestly the short chats you get with her are the highlight of your day, she exits the door. And you're left alone in your office, a massive pile of paperwork to still get done.

With only two days left before you had to fly to Paris you were trying to get most of your work done today. You didn’t want to have to deal with work and the stress of packing tomorrow. You curse yourself for not packing sooner. You end up in the office until it’s dark outside checking your watch and seeing it was 7:30 at night. Your mom had left the office two hours ago, giving you a kiss on the head and telling you not to stay up too late.

You focus in, getting tunnel vision on the paperwork, racing through the stack of papers, until your phone goes off.

Jessie Fleming: what time do you have to be in tomorrow?

A text from Jessie has your phone vibrating in your lap. You pick it up and respond, wondering why she would need to know.

You: 5:30

You: Do you need treatment? Is your calf alright?

Jessie Fleming: So the facility will be open at 5:30? Calf is fine but I’m trying to get in some extra recovery and stretching, feeling a bit tight after today's work.

You: Yeah it should be, for all I know I might still be here when you show up.

Jessie Fleming: You’re still there?

You: I am

You: sent an image

You send Jessie a selfie of you, smiling in your desk chair, a significantly smaller stack of papers than she saw you with earlier in the day.

Jessie Fleming: sent an image

The image is her, in what you assumed was her Canadian apartment bed, a soft smile on her face, her head resting on a pillow with light gray cover on it. What also stands out to you is the way her sheet is pulled up, just under her collarbones. You can see her collarbones, she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

You: Why are you in bed this early?

You: Do you sleep shirtless?

You regret hitting send on the second message when you actually see that she’s typing.

Jessie Fleming: That’s professional to ask

Jessie Fleming: But yes

Jessie Fleming: Most of the time

Jessie Fleming: Obviously not when I have travel roommates or anything, but I’m in my own place for the next few days so I’m enjoying it before a lot of hotels with Janine.

Jessie Fleming: And I’m in bed because I’m watching a documentary and I’ve been told to get as much sleep as I can by the training staff at work.

Jessie Fleming: Especially this new young girl, she has been on my case about taking care of myself and whatever, but she’s cute so I gave her a pass.

The mention of Janine has your mind thinking back to the other day, Janine grabbing Jessie and whispering to her before she gave you a look that felt like she suddenly knew everything. You wanted to ask Jessie about it but now probably wasn’t the best time.

You: I sleep like that too, more comfortable

You: I’m sure that girl is just looking out for you.

Jessie Fleming: I know, right? I tried to tell that to so many of my teammates, none of them listen.

Jessie Fleming: stop texting me, go back to work so you can go home.

You: you’re the one texting me

Jessie Fleming: shhhhh

You: 🙄

You put your phone away, putting it on silent so there was no temptation to text Jessie, having no idea if she had responded. You finish your paperwork, finally standing up your back and knees both cracking as you stretch. You check you phone as you walk to the car, seeing it was 8:22. You’d have to go home, get dinner, shower, all to get up at 4:30 to be at work by 5:30.

A message from Jessie sits on your screen. You debate texting her back but you don’t want to wake her if she’s already gone to sleep.

Jessie Fleming: Have a good night, hope you’re not at work too late :)

When you sit back at your desk the next morning you feel deja vu, feeling like you never left. The only difference is there is no longer a pile of work in front of you, you thank yourself for staying to complete it all last night. You lean forward letting your head rest on your desk for a moment.

“Hi!” Jessie comes around the corner of your office, sounding way too chipper for 5:30 in the morning, but then again she was able to be in bed at 7:30. You look up to her to see her carrying two coffees. She approaches you and sticks her hand out offering you one of the drinks. You were so grateful, you had opted for 5 minutes of extra sleep in the morning instead of getting a coffee and you were starting to regret that decision.

“Should you really be showing up to my office with coffee? You do remember what happened last time you did that, right?” You question her, squinting at her across your desk and sending a glance to the wall where she had pinned you.

“Maybe that’s why I’m doing it, maybe I liked what happened last time.” She pauses, tilting her head, thinking back to the memory. “Except not when your Mom walked in, I didn’t like that, that was terrifying.” A quick grimace follows by a smile comes across her face.

“Jessie, we can’t.”

“I know, I know.” She sounds defeated. “I just figured since going out for coffee doesn’t really fit into your schedule right now, I’d just bring it to you. I promise I’m not trying to get anything out of you.” She sits down in the seat across from you.

“How late were you here last night?” Jessie’s phone buzzes on the table, she ignores it.

“Just before 9.”

“Oh wow, I was asleep by then.” You envy her early bedtime.

“Yeah so I am incredibly grateful for this, thank you.” You shake your coffee cup as her phone lights up with another notification. This time your eyes trail to it. You’re not trying to look at her messages but you just can’t help but glance at the lit up screen.

Jessie noticed your eyes' quick movement toward her phone, “Sorry that’s just Janine, I told her I was coming in to do some early recovery and she’s giving me a hard time about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s just teasing me.” She pauses, “about you.” She uses her coffee cup in her hand to point at you.

“Oh, did you tell her? She gave me a weird look the other day, after you came back and we hugged in the training room, you two walked out together and she sort of stared at me. So did you tell her? About the kiss I mean?” Finally getting an appropriate time to ask what was up with Janine’s look.

“It may have slipped out, one of the times I was talking about you. But she’s been teasing me about you since before that.” Jessie looks down to type back to Janine on her phone.

“Jessie!” Her head snapped back up when she heard you scolding her name. Knowing someone else knows about your kiss, someone you didn’t yet know well enough, makes you uneasy. “You can’t just be telling people that!”

“It’s Janine, she’s my best friend, she knows me too well, she knew something happened and asked. I didn't think it would be a big deal, she’s not going to tell anyone.” Jessie defends herself.

“I get that you think that Jessie, but if she slips up, next thing the whole team knows, then it gets out, you’ll get in trouble for sleeping with the student trainer, who’s 4 years younger than you.” You were spiraling, you’re not sure if you believe what you’re saying or if your mom had just scared you into it. You didn’t want your own career to be at risk and you definitely didn’t want Jessie getting in trouble.

“We haven’t slept together, plus you’re an adult, it’s not like I’m 20 and you’re 16! We’re both grown.”

“I know that, but good luck telling that to anyone else, they won’t listen!”

“I really didn’t mean to tell her, it just sort of slipped out and I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be an issue.” Jessie crosses her arms across her chest, she feels less warm than usual, less friendly, less inviting.

Only, it felt like it was a problem that she had told people. You weren’t sure why Jessie would think it was okay to go around telling people about your kiss without at least checking in with you. A small bubble of frustration with the woman sitting across from you started to build.

“Jessie, if people find out I could get fired! Sure, it might temporarily make your image bad but you’re too damn good, you’ll stay Captain, you’ll keep getting your call ups, keep being desired by different clubs, it won’t ruin your career like it could mine.”

“Nothing is going to get out, nothings going to happen, it’s not that big of a deal!” Now Jessie is raising her voice at you slightly. She’s leaning across your desk.

“Maybe it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal that to you, but it is to me.” You yell back, thankful that no one else was in at the office yet. You take a breath realizing this argument was not something you needed to be doing at 5:30 in the morning. “You should probably go do your recovery. I have things to get done” You point to the doorway.

“Oh.” It’s obvious the sadness on Jessie’s face and in her voice. A sudden change from her argumentative demeanor. “Yeah, I’m going to do that.” She pushed back from your desk. “I’m sorry.”

You let her walk out without saying anything. She doesn’t close your office door on her way out. Feeling stupid about the argument, you let your forehead come crashing back onto your desk with a loud thud, a lot harder than you intended.

“You okay?” You hear Jessie ask, hearing the sound of your head against your desk from the other room.

“Yeah, all good.” You groan back. You didn’t want her to care and feel the need to check on you. You know you shouldn’t care about he either but you can’t help yourself.

Despite being quite annoyed with Jessie at the moment, you’re unable to look away every time she passes by your door, doing exercises or walking across the room to get equipment. Time goes on and then you hear her digging in the ice cooler, the sound of a plastic bag and some shuffling around.

“Stupid wrap.” Hearing her talking to herself you stand up from your chair, it was your job after all to help with these things. You see her struggling to hold and secure a bag of ice she had made to her calf.

“Let me help you.” You offer empty hands to take the ice bag from her, grabbing the wrap and squatting in front of her to help her get it tight on her leg.

“Thanks.” She gives you a smile, the way she was grinning looking down at you sent a shiver through your body.

“Is it still treating you okay?” You look up at her from where you’re kneeling in front of her.

“Yeah it’s been good, just being overly cautious with it still, that’s why I’m doing all this.” She points down where your hands were wrapping the ice bag. You just nod, returning your focus to what you were doing instead of staring up at the girl’s pretty brown eyes.

You let the silence sit between the two of you for only a second before you break it.

“I’m sorry for how I reacted in the office just now. I think I’m just a little paranoid, we’re adults, we’re allowed to do what we’re doing technically. I just didn’t think you’d be going around talking about me and the fact that you kissed me.” You stand up.

“To be fair, I’m not going around talking about you to everyone, it’s really just been to Janine, she made some comments about you before we had even really talked much, she knows me too well. She knew I was interested, so she made some comments about me finding you pretty to which I blushed and she was onto me right away apparently I’m not great at hiding my crushes.” She looks down at her feet.

“I just freaked out, knowing that someone else knows that you had me against the wall, in my office.”

“If it helps, she doesn’t know I pinned you to the wall.” Jessie’s face is now a bright red. It’s suddenly very obvious to you how close the two of you we’re standing, face to face. It’s apparent that you can make out all the little details of her face, where each freckle sat across her nose and cheeks, you could see it all. Despite still being upset and frustrated with Jessie for telling Janine about your previous kiss, you suddenly don’t care and have the desire to kiss her all over again.

“Jessie.” You stare at her lips while saying her name. You don’t know if she noticed you’re staring, but her tongue runs over her bottom lip, wetting it.

“What?”

“Don’t, what, me. You know what.” Your eyes don’t move from Jessie’s lips.

“No I don’t. You’ll have to enlighten me.” You do, leaning in your hands finding her face you pull her toward you. Your lips meet hers, they’re warm and soft and plump against yours. Her hands find your hips, pulling you against her hard. Her grip is tight, it feels safe. This time you’re able to finish your kiss, both of you pulling away just before you debate sliding your tongue against her lips.

“You really should stop bringing coffee to my office I guess, it always seems to end like this.” You let out once you both breathe for a second. Jessie lets out a soft laugh.

You hear the door to the training room open and you jump away from Jessie, turning to pretend to organize something, finding nothing, everything already being packed up. This leaves you just standing there looking at the wall. You and Jessie both look over to see Janine standing there, coffee in one hand, training bag in the other and a smirk across her face.

“Well you two aren’t suspicious at all.” She says sarcastically as she walks from the doorway further into the training room and in your direction. “I’d recommend actually doing something to make it look like you two weren’t just doing what I think you were.” You can’t read her tone as she speaks to you. “Looking at imaginary things on the wall doesn’t really work as a good cover.” She stops behind you to speak softly only to you. You stay facing the wall, not wanting to turn and let either of the players in the room see how bright red your cheeks are.

“I’m going to go change, I’ll be back in probably 5 minutes, behave yourselves.” Janine says to both of you, she walks away into the changing room.

“Whoops.” You turn back to look at Jessie who is still standing where you kissed her. You both have matching blushes on your face.

“At least it wasn’t my mom this time.” You shrug at her, trying to make light of the situation again.

“I guess,” she shrugs back.

“But seriously Jessie, we can’t keep doing this, we leave for Paris in less than 36 hours. You have to go, be focused, be this team's leader, we can’t, I can’t be distracting you.”

“I know.”

“So that means no more surprise coffees, no more private meetings, like Janine said, we have to behave. Strictly professional from now on. No more of this.” You use a finger to point between the two of you.

“Strictly professional, got it.” She nods at you but her smile tells you she’s not taking you seriously.

“I’m serious this time Jessie.” You try your best to be stern with her.

“So am I.” You were both lying through your teeth, and you both knew it but neither of you were going to call each other out and say anything.

“Or just until the Olympics are over.” You add, hoping she’ll maybe be interested in whatever the two of you were doing come the end of the games.

“Until it's over.” She flashes you a smile before turning to leave, following in the direction Janine went to change. She flashes you a smile before heading through the doors. You move back into your office leaning against the desk.

“Hey.” You jump as Janine flies around the corner of your office door. She walks in closing the door behind you.

“Okay I don’t have a lot of time, but I need to talk to you really quick.”

“What’s up?” You move behind the desk, looking for her file pulling it out. You start to open it and Janine’s hand comes down on it, closing the folder hard.

“This isn’t about me.” She’s staring down at you as you sink back into your chair.

You realized exactly what this was about. “Oh.”

“If you so much as hurt a hair on her head-”

“I won’t.” You interrupt.

“I wasn’t finished.” You nod, letting her finish. “Jessie is a special human and quite frankly she doesn’t need you. She’s perfect on her own, she’s strong and independent and she doesn’t need you, but she wants you, so I’m going to respect that, but please let her focus on this tournament. I don’t know what you two are really doing, she’s been pretty tight lipped, but please. She’s smart but she might not think straight with her crush brain, she might think she can handle starting something with you during this tournament, but she can’t. She needs to be focused. She’d hate herself down the line if she let someone get in her head and mess with her playing. She’s worked her life for these tournaments. This team needs her focused, not distracted because of you.” Janine rants at you.

“I know. We’ve discussed it. I won’t be a distraction to her or to anyone. I promise, I want what’s best for her and the whole team.” You mean it, you want what’s best for the team, and you don’t want to distract Jessie or anyone, you saw how hard they all worked and would hate to be the reason anything went wrong.

“You seem like a good person, and given that Jessie likes you so much, you must be. So I’m going to trust you.” Her hand comes off the file on your desk.

“Janine! Come play Teqball with me!” Jessie hollers through the training room.

“Ahh the queen of Canada awaits.” Janine says, looking at you. She turns to leave, her hand on the doorknob. “Just so you know, I’m serious, don’t hurt her, I’ll make your life miserable.” The way she spoke with still a large smile while telling you she’d ruin your life was slightly terrifying, but very much fitting for her Canadian personality.

“I know.” You just nod. And you did know. It wouldn’t just be Janine coming after you if you messed up with Jessie her entire team would hate you. If you distracted her from the tournament the country of Canada would hate you. You’d never get to work for a Canadian team, you’d never get to live that down. Your nerves build up a bit, even though you had no intentions to hurt Jessie ever, things happen, life happens.

Your spiral of nerves is diminished as you hear Jessie’s laugh carrying through the room. Just her laugh made you smile, your nerves ease. You were in deep, probably in too deep, but there wasn’t anything you could do now, except go to Paris and do your best to just be coworkers with Jessie. You needed to be invisible and not a distraction..

So that’s what you did. Or at least tried to do.

[forpiratereasons]

meeting stede bonnet

a slow meandering through June. prompt eight: family

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10

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Stede Bonnet was having a very good morning. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. He had a great pin on today: a rose, in rainbow colours.

And he’d woken up with Ed, sleep-soft and warm and drowsy in his arms.

Hard to beat that. It didn’t even matter that Stede was running late to work. Because Ed Teach was a snuggler, and was not bothered in the least by morning breath when kisses were involved, and was really enthusiastic about the idea that a thing worth doing was a thing worth doing twice.

Yes, it was a very good morning.

“Good morning, crew!” Stede called out as he entered the bookshop. He shook a box of sorry-I’m-late pastries at the staff currently hovering around the check-out counter. “Hello, morning!”

Roach clapped Oluwande on the shoulder and said, inexplicably, “Nope. Nope, this is not for me, not today,” before he shuffled off.

Frenchie followed with an apologetic smile. “I’d love to stick around for this,” he said, “but I really don’t want to.”

Stede frowned. He looked back at Oluwande, who sighed, resignedly, and Lucius, who—“Lucius, you weren’t on the schedule today.”

“I’m not actually here,” Lucius said quickly.

“Yes, you are. I can see you.”

“That’s not really what he meant,” Oluwande said. He blew out another breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then said, in a not-at-all-convincingly casual tone, “So, Stede. Have a good—night? Last night?”

“Plan B?” Lucius whispered to him, before Stede could respond.

“Absolutely Plan B,” Oluwande confirmed, with considerable relief. Lucius patted the counter and disappeared.

“As a matter of fact,” Stede said, determined not to let his very strange staff get in the way of his very good morning, “I did have a good night.”

He paused, waiting to see if Oluwande was going to ask him to elaborate.

“Good,” Oluwande said eventually. “Good. That’s good. I had like, just a regular night. Regular, boring old night! Pizza night. Good to have a night like that some nights.”

“’Course. Sure.”

Stede waited again. There seemed to be something they were waiting for, but—

“Right, well, thanks for the pastries,” Oluwande said suddenly, just as Stede caught sight of Lucius slipping out of the back hallway, giving two thumbs up. “Oh, um, I just remembered, I left you some invoices to check. In your office. On your desk.”

Stede didn’t usually do invoicing until Monday afternoons—always the slowest days of the week—but he snagged a pain au chocolate anyway and made his way down to his office.

He picked up the first invoice in the pile, and then found what had been tucked underneath it: a book.

The Joy of Gay Sex.

Ah, Stede thought.

For a long time, that was all he thought. He kept trying to think the next thought, the one that ought to come after it, but he just kept circling around that same one. Ah. Right.

He wandered, slightly stunned, back out to the counter, where Roach, Frenchie, Lucius, and now also Jim had materialized. Even Wee John, who was not even Stede’s employee but who belonged to Frenchie in some way or another, had taken up residence in one of the shop’s armchairs. They all looked at Stede expectantly.

Stede looked at them.

They looked at Stede.

Stede said, “I’m gay.”

“Oh, thank god,” Lucius blurted. “For a minute there I thought we’d got it wrong.”

“Just a jumping off point,” Frenchie said, rubbing Lucius’ back while he caught his breath. “The book. Some of it’s a little outdated, but it’s a classic. It’s a start.”

Surprisingly, it was Jim who added, “I emailed you some websites, too. For the more updated stuff. Read it, be safe, never talk to me about any of this again.”

“It’s a bit like—being family,” Oluwande said, and everyone nodded along with him. ��We watch out for one another, when we can.”

There was something thick and rough in Stede’s throat. Something hot behind his eyes. He tried several times to think of something to say, but in the end all he could muster was a small, tight, “Thank you.”

“And if you happened to get that guy’s number,” Roach said with a sharp grin, a wicked wink, as Stede flushed instantly, “his assistant is looking for him.”

[marriiemeii]

02. daily life at work

summary: just a typical day at work. not.

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"soojin," a voice calls out. people close by look over surprised that the mai park was calling out to someone.

"mai mai!" soojin exclaims, heading over to the other lady. there was a little hop in her step. when she reached mai, she gave her a quick hug.

"do u wanna go out for dinner?" mai asks the younger girl. soojin nods her head excitedly.

"of course! any opportunity to hangout is welcome to me," soojin smiles. mai nods and pats soojin's head before wrapping her arm around her shoulders.

"c'mon, there's people i gotta introduce you to," mai grumbles, guiding soojin somewhere else.

text chat: soonie + wonu

soonie: wonuuu

soonie: i know it's ur lunch rn

soonie: plsss i have a question

wonu: did u break your laptop again

soonie: NO, i havent done that since last time

wonu: good what do u want

soonie: does mai know the new intern?

there's a rumor saying those 2 are secretly dating

wonu: why are u listening to rumors anyways

soonie: cmooon i need some excitement in my work life

wonu: or are u making sure u dont lose ur bet

soonie: :0

wonu: everyone already knows the bet came from marketing

again

soonie: well if u already know just tell me plsss i need the advantage

wonu: they're college friends that's all im saying

soonie: thanks wonu! ily mwah😘😘

email:

to: carat publishing house staff

from: human resources department

subject: short updates meeting (optional)

body: good afternoon leads and staff,

we will be holding a short updates meeting today at 4:30PM. because the meeting is being held under short notice, the meeting will be optional.

we hope to see you there!

sincerely,

your human resources department

- with the editorial department

"hansol, you can go to the meeting," hansol's lead, jihoon, says without looking up from his work. the small office room that held 5 employees was quiet with jihoon's voice breaking the silence.

hansol looks up from his work to stare at his lead worker. "just me?"

"yeah, take notes and let me know what happens so i can tell the rest of the team."

"ah ok," hansol nods his head, pouting a bit. he had certain things he wanted to finish today at work but he would have to make some time tomorrow then depending on the meeting.

he could hear other staff mumbling that they wanted to go to the meeting. jihoon probably knew this so he only chose one person to go so the small department doesn't end up gwtting behind on work.

hansol sighed softly to himself. time to do extra work before the meeting so he doesn't have to play catch up tomorrow.

- with the financing department

"mingyu, do we have to go to the meeting?" chan asks his lead. mingyu looks up from the spreadsheets he was proofreading.

"what meeting?" he asks cluelessly, going back to reading.

"it was just sent by hr, mingyu," minghao says, his head poking out from behind his large monitor.

"oh! yeah we all have to go," he says. he looks over at soojin. "you too, soojin."

"eh really? but it's my first day. should i be there?" soojin asks surprised. he nods his head.

"of course, we gotta show off our new member y'know?" mingyu smiles.

"will we be behind if we all go though?" minghao asks. mingyu goes quiet. thinking about it.

"it's fine! we got a new addition to help us anyways!" mingyu says. chan and minghao shake their head at their lead and soojin just smiles awkwardly feeling a bit bad.

chan notices this and walks over to her. he pats her shoulder.

"welcome to the team, soojin. hope you can get used to mingyu's spontaneity."

"thanks, i hope so too."

"hey, don't brainwash her, chan. i see that look in your eyes too minghao!"

- with the marketing department

"i volunteer to go to the meeting for everyone!" soonyoung stands from his desk with his hand raised. everyone looks over at him from his sudden outburst.

it was silent at first, until everyone started talking at once.

"no, i should go because all you're gonna do is stare at mai all day," seokmin retorts.

"well all you're gonna do is stare at yeri all day," seungkwan says. seokmin stares at seungkwan with a look of betrayal as soonyoung and hayoon laugh.

"why can't we all just go?" seungcheol raises his hand. the lead of marketing looks over at seungcheol. "it's not going to be that long right?"

the lead nods hers head. "that's fine you can all go if you want, but soonyoung and seokmin you have to take notes. gotta make sure you're not just staring at mai and yeri."

soonyoung and seokmin look at their lead is exasperation. "i don't even like her!"

- with the it department

"are we going to the meeting?" junhui asks, his head against his arm that was on the table. he was looking at mai, who was typing on her laptop.

wonwoo stops typing and looks at mai, wondering what her response would be.

"do you want to go?" mai asks, continuing to work.

"hmm kind of. just curious about it. i finished my work for the day too," junhui says.

"i'd rather just hear about the meeting from an email or something," wonwoo says.

"junhui, we can go. wonwoo you can stay if you want," mai says. both of the boys smile, content with their lead's decision.

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[beigehearts]

Yan!Hawks/reader

You’re a well respected police officer and known for your incredible work and high apprehension rate. One day you volunteer in helping at a student hero drill. There you meet someone else who was helping find yourself becoming friend with pro hero Hawks. While you saw him as an incredible hero who could do no wrong, he knew he would do unspeakable things to you.

Notes: someone asked me if I would write about eggpreg and I said no at first but I read some of it and thought id give it a try…

CW: stalking, noncon, forced egg pregnancy, knotting c*mflation, cervical sex, an*l insertions, degradation, forced org*sms, violence, dumbification, kind of infantilization, spanking, dom /sub vibe, fingering, some petplay, breath play, DP, mind break

On your days off you liked to volunteer around the city do that’d exactly what you’re doing. Today dome student hero’s are running drills and they were appreciative to have an experienced officer help guide students. The situational drill today is a partially collapsed structure that could crumble on top of more victims at any moment. You follow students around snd give then direction when they’re unsure or correct their actions. Though eventually its your turn for a lunch break.

You retreat to one of the tents nearby set up for staff and volunteers to eat and relax. You sit down in a chair and crack open a bottle of water, downing it snd then beginning to chow down on some musubi that the students made.

Its pretty quiet, most of the volunteers on lunch had taken their lunch to go, probably wanting to sit somewhere more peaceful for a bit. The ruckus of the drill doesn’t bother you much, you’re able to tune it out.

Though you manage to zone out as well. A pro hero who had begrudgingly agreed to help with this drill watched you as you zone out, even starting to nod off. Strands of your hair fell in front of your face snd he fought the urge to run up and brush it behind your ear so he can see you more clearly.

He approaches the tent and you don’t notice his presence until he sits on the table next to the chair you’re sitting in.

You rub your eyes blearily and they widen when you recognize the man in front of you. “Oh pro hero Hawks! Its an honor to meet you! Im an office for th-“

He chuckles and cuts you off, “I know who you are, everyone knows who you are. Its my pleasure.”

You nod and straighten up from your relaxed position. He notices your change and he continues, “Ah don’t be so uptight! Today we’re equals, today we share a mission.”

You smile and nod, “Of course Hawks. Im glad to be working with you.”

He pats the too of your head and stands up, “Call me Keigo, lets get a drink some time okay?”

“That sounds great!” You chime.

He nods and sets off, probably needing to get back to his position. While his gesture of the drink is kind, its probably an empty one that all heroes give to coworkers. You sigh and finish with your meal, getting ready to work again.

While you had your doubts, Keigo intended to stay true to his word. You didn’t see or hear from him for about a week or so until one day while you were in the parking lot of the station, he approached you.

He asked if he could take you for a drink right now and he would send for a driver to take your car home so you could Uber. Obviously you would be stupid to say no to an offer like this. If you became friends with this man it could be tremendous for your career!

The two of you had a really fun time talking and you decided he was truly a great friend. Twice a week you and Keigo went out for drinks and if you had a day off on the weekend he would take you out shopping.

While he definitely treated you like a girlfriend you had made it clear that you didn’t want that kind of relationship with him and he respected his boundaries. That being said he labeled the two of you as best friends.

He never laid a finger on you set aside for hugs and some hand holding. Or if he braids your hair… or if you have food on your face. Other than that he respects all of your boundaries so what else could you ask of him? And as you had hoped for, your friendship was doing wonders for your career. You has finally taken the role of chief of police from the man that did everything to keep you down.

Life is great, you couldn’t ask for anything else in the world.

During this time Hawks had tried to stay content with being your friend. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jerk off thinking about you. Thinking about ramming his dick all the way past the knot into your pussy. Releasing his seed straight into your womb.

Oh god its all he wanted. He thought about ravaging your body constantly. Every time he looked at you all he could imagine is what face you would make cumming around his cock and if your moans would be as erotic as he hoped.

Every time he touched your face he had to fight every urge and want that begged him to devour you right then and there.

It was just too much for him, he had to have you, all for himself. He would try to do it with your willingness but if not was ready to take more aggressive actions.

On a day you and Keigo were supposed to drink he shoots you a text.

~bird man~

Wanna come 2 my place 2nite? We can watch movies and I’ll make us drinks

You thought about his offer for a long time. Was this a date he was asking for? No, you’ve been very firm in saying you only want to be friends. He’s been very respectful of that. Friends watch movies and drink together all the time, it can’t be that weird.

-you-

Definitely! Address?

~bird man~

Don’t worry about that dove! Sending driver for your car, and driver to pick you up

C u soon!

This was a common occurrence, he would send your car home with a driver so that he could get you an Uber or drive you home after drinking. While some part of you is yelling at you, screaming this is a bad idea, you push those thoughts away. Its going to be fine, Keigo is your good friend, your best friend! He would never do anything to hurt you.

As promised, a driver came and you gave her your keys to take your car. Another driver opens the door to her car and waits for you to take a seat. Keigo always sent women drivers, he wanted to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

The drive is about thirty minutes, you cross half the city before you finally come to a stop. The driver opens your door for you and hands your bags to another attendant, who leads you inside the building. Before following you look up and see a giant modern mansion standing between a thick brush of trees.

Toy had no ides that city had forests like this, or houses this big either. The attendant guides you up the stairs to the front door, ringing the doorbell for you.

A few moments later you hear footsteps approach the door and the fluttering of wings. The door opens and hawk stands there, looking sweaty and somewhat tired. He leans against the doorway and smiles. He’s wearing a button up that’s revealing a lot of his muscled chest, and a loose tie hangs from his neck. Beads of sweat falls down his face and neck, lit by the dim light of his entryway.

“Ah thank you Kiyoko, I’ll text you again if I need your services. Have a good night.” He smiles and she bows, hands him your bags, and retreats back down the stairs to her car.

He stands up straight and opens up the door for you to enter. “Sorry im such a mess, I just got off a patrol. Let mr just take a quick shower.”

“Oh yeah of course! Take your time Kei’ I don’t mind at all.” You smile and he leads you Through the grand foyer and to the living room. It has a cough that’s built into the floor so you have to step down into it. In front of it is a large screen and to your left the entire walk is clear, allowing you to look straight out at the forest. The sun has already set so there’s not much to see.

“Make yourself at home, I have a mini fridge stocked with drinks and a bar filled with liquor.” He heads off down the hall and you hear a door shut in the distance.

Taking his advice you make yourself a nice tall glass of gin and tonic and sit back down on the plush couch. Its more like a bed than anything but it is comfy as hell.

The remote is laying there so you turn on the television and put on the news for until Keigo comes back. You sip on your drink in the dim light and listen to the anchors drone on and on.

“Today Pro Hero Hawks defeated a gang of dangerous villains terrorizing the west side of the city. Consultant Suzuki Ayaka, do you have anything to say?”

“Thank you, yes I have a few things to say about the events that occurred today. My question is, if they were defeated so easily, why did it take so long for heroes or police to apprehend the gang?”

“Consultant what are you implying?”

“Its well known that our police and our heroes can be corrupt at times. We’re waiting for comment from the Chief of Police and all agencies who have jurisdiction here. Some say that individuals that have been effected by the gang plan to sue all partied involved for allowing this to happen.”

“Well so far the Chief of Police has given no comment except ‘we are doing everything in our power to investigate why this was never taken care of soon. As the new chief of police I promise to ensure the public’s safety at all costs.’”

“I was thinking we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street?” You jump forward when you hear the voice behind you, almost spilling your drinking.

“Damnit Kei’! I almost spilled my drink!” You turn around and frown at your unapologetic friend sitting on the ground.

He slides down onto the couch, grabbing his drink and sliding down next to you.

“How did you make a drink and I didn’t notice?” You ask while staring dumbly at his glass.

He chuckles and picks up the remote, searching up the movie he suggested. “I wouldnt be a pro if I couldn’t even be sneaky, duh.”

You sigh and flop down next to him, but angling so you can throw your legs over his. “Whatever, turn on the movie so I can watch you get scared!”

He rolls his eyes, “As if, you’ll be shaking by the end of the movie. Don’t complain to me when you have nightmares!”

He turns on the movie which you’ve seen so many times that you’re immune to every scare. You don’t notice it but Keigo gets frustrated when you don’t even blink at any of the scares. He offers to refill your drink and you oblige. While grabbing gin he pauses, eyeing a drawer in the bar. He could easily slip something in your drink but he promised himself he would give you a chance first.

He finished topping off both your drinks and sits back down with you. You take a long drink and lay back further, feeling the tipsiness setting in. He turns the movie back on but you can tell something is bother him.

“Kei’, is something wrong?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

He pauses and turns to face you. “I need to ask you something.”

You nod, “Of course, what’s the matter Kei’?”

He lets out a sharp breath and nods, he locks onto your gaze with his vibrant eyes. “Do you truly not have any feelings for me?”

No of course not. He’s your best friend and and that’s how you wanted it. Right? Well you couldn’t say he isnt handsome…

You sit up to face him better and set your drink aside, “Kei’… you know I love you. I can’t say im in love with you though. My career is support important to me right now and i don’t want to mess it up. Especially not with this big scandal going on.”

His eye twitches but his gentle smile remains on his face, “If you really love me, wont you even give it a chance?” He picks up your hand and pulls you forward some, moving your blanket to kiss from the top of your shoulder down to your hand, kissing ever knuckle on your fingers, and each fingertip.

“Please, I can give you everything you want. All I ask is that you give me a chance, I’ll treat you well.” He begins pressing tiny kisses to your palm and youre frozen, unsure of what to say, feel, or do.

“Keigo.”

He pauses, looking up at your eyes with hope. “Yes dove?”

You take a deep breath, “I love you. And I can’t say that I don’t feel anything for you. Right now is just not a good time for me. Please, find another woman who makes you happy.”

He lets go of your hand and moves closer to you, placing both of his hands on his face and looking down at you, “You make me happy. Please, give me a chance.”

Before you can reply he adds, “Or I can’t help you when they come for you.”

What is going on? Voice now wavering you ask quietly, “Who is coming for me?”

He leans down more so that you can feel his breath on your lips, he whispers. “You made a lot of people mad with what you dug up on them.” His eyes are piercing and while they once provided you comfort now they make you feel uneasy. “You can’t just try to end that many peoples careers and not expect to have a few angry people.” He grips your face tighter, “Be mine and I can protect you.”

Fuck this. You push him off of you and ball up your fists, “I don’t need your protection Keigo! They will be punished to the fullest extent by the law and that’s that!”

He stared at you wide eyed, holding himself up on his elbows and unsure of what to say. Instead of saying anything, he begins to laugh, hysterically. He laughs until he’s almost crying, and once he catches his breath he sputters out, “You dumb bitch! They aren’t coming for your career! Theyre going to murder you after torturing you, dismember you, and throw you in a vat of acid. The law can’t protect you once you’re dead!”

If that was true, then it made nothing different. “I made a promise to protect all citizens of this city at all costs, that includes my life.”

Keigo’s amused expression falls into one that show distain and annoyance. In the blink of an eye youre pinned im the ground, with your hands on either side of your head and your waist straddled.

“You would throw away your life for those pathetic people who can’t even defend themselves? Stop being fucking stupid. Be mine, and youll survive.” He stares down at you intensely, making you squirm.

You weren’t going to betray your promise, “Release me now or I will arrest you for assault of an officer and tampering with police investigations.”

Once again he laughs, his grip on your wrists tightening. “You just don’t get it do you? I tried to be nice and let you come to your senses. I gave you a chance and you stomped on it.”

He leans down, mouth next to your ear and whispers, “The only way I can get you kicked from this case is if you get pregnant. They’d never allow a pregnant woman to work so closely oath dangerous villains. Chances are you’d be put into witness protection and locked away for a long time.”

He licks your ear and trails his tongue down your throat. You shiver at the sensation and writhed at the same time from the pain of your wrists.

“Id rather get you pregnant and keep you though.” He puts both of your wrists in one hand and moves your tank top strap so he can lick circles into your skin. Then he grazes the now cold skin with his teeth, then sinking them in. You groan but he doesn’t budge, sinking his teeth in further until he can taste your sweet blood. He licks at the warm liquid and you grit your teeth.

He removes his canines and his lips travel further down to your collar bones, “Im going to leave bite marks and hickeys all over you…” his tongue focuses on your collar bone, repeating the circular motion. “What kind of police chief would ever show her face with these kinds of marks on her body?”

He clamps down on the skin and begins sucking. At first its bearable but then it begins stinging as he gnaws and sucks on it harshly. Youre sure youre bleeding by the time he’s done. Once he finally unlatches you glance down and sure enough, blood dribbles down your torso from the attack.

He draws lines up and down your tightly fitting tank top for a while before saying, “You didn’t even wear a bra, but youre saying you don’t want me?”

His hand grips the shirt, balling it up and tugging on it, “The whole time your nipples poking out, begging to be sucked.” In one fluid motion he rips your shirt off of your body and tosses it across the room. You whimper and watch as his wings flutter with delight at the sight of your discomfort.

You swallow the building lump in your throat and ask, “Keigo, can we just go back to watching our movie?”

He pauses, finger tips lining the waist band of your leggings. “That’s a great idea dove.”

Relief washes over your body as he lets go of your wrists and climbs off of your body. Though your freedom is short lived, you yelp when youre dragged across the couch, sitting between Keigo’s legs, still bare chested. You quickly push your thighs together which he seems to allow.

He wraps one arm around your waist, hand resting on your thigh. His other hand shoots to your breast before you can cover it up and begins pulling and toying with your nipple. You grip his arm tightly, trying to move it but its as if he’s made of stone.

“Keigo! I don’t want this!” You cry out.

He pinches your nipple tightly and your back arches and you whine, “Oh but youre okay with the loads of men who would use your body before murdering you? Shut the fuck up, use your head for once dove. Obviously you haven’t been using your brain lately.”

He sighs as if disappointed and the arm around your waists moves, his hand delving between your sweatpants and panties. You gasp when he starts to rub at your pussy through your panties, the sensation being embarrassingly erotic.

“Let me think for you from now on. Just sit there and be a pretty dumb dove for me, let me take care of everything okay?”

No not okay! You weren’t going to sit here and be treated like a child by this psycho! You crane your neck and bite the arm that has a hand in your pants. He groans and you bite harder, ignoring the foul taste of blood filling your mouth. Keigo lets go of your. Nipple and wraps a hand around your neck, the sudden jab forcing you to let go and gasp for air.

He grasps your neck firmly and pushes you against the mattress with such speed and strength that it knocks the rest of the air from your lungs. He allows you to breathe momentarily but not long, tightening his grip and depriving you of oxygen.

“Ill only say it once dove, you can either do as I say and be rewarded or keep being a bitch and get punished.

He could do what he wanted, but you were going to put up a fight. He releases your airway to speak and after catching your breath you decide to answer him. You spit on his face and he stares at you, unmoving.

“If you want to be a dumb bitch, then I’ll treat you like one.” He sits back again, thus time giving you no time to even hope for it to end. He drags you onto his lap by the roots of your hair, forcing your head to be buried into the pillows and couch, and ass on his knee and up in the air.

“You could have avoided this dove. I know you have a brain, just try using it once.” He grabs your pants by the waistband in the back and pulls them down until they reveal your lacy thong and upper thighs.

You try to sit up to get away but a hand grabs your cheek and pulls them apart, unleashing a hard slap to your pussy. You cry out and collapse, feeling tears form at the corners of your eyes.

“I know my dumb dove can count. Count every spank for me or we’ll have to start over okay?” Before you can say yes or no to him he delivers another heavy slap but this time to your ass.

You yelp and he waits a moment for you to say something, all he states is, “Restart”

He spanks you over and over and you continue to disobey him despite the sting of your ass and pussy. Finally he sighs, seeming to have given up.

“Oh this wont do at all dove. Can you try to listen to me just once?” He leans over, pulling down a compartment on the side of the couch. You try to wiggle away but a hand holds you in place firmly with a grip on your ass.

He pulls out a few items and returns his attention to your rear. “Im not a monster so I’ll help you prepare.”

Unsure of what he means, he decides to show you. He leans down and with two hands he spread your ass cheeks. You reach back to push his head but again he doesn’t move.

You hear him spit and something wet lands on your tight hole. He sits back up and you plead with him not to do anything while he stares at you with a wicked smile. “Don’t worry little dove. Youll learn that this is for your own good.”

He reaches for something and soon after you feel something cold press against you. Its so cold it sends a shiver down your spine. “This one sits in a freezer for a while to make it cold, its glass!”

Without any other explanation he presses something inside of you. You whimper at the sudden stretch but don’t find it in you to fight back. He presses it in a little further and the cold glass causes goosebumps to bloom on your skin.

As he keeps pushing it in, you realize he’s pushing in balls one by one. You can’t help but sob, covering your face with your hands. You can’t believe something so embarrassing is happening to you right now.

You count five balls before he finally stops pushing. “When I spank you, you count. Okay?”

You weakly nod and he hums contentedly. His hand raises up to deliver a body shaking slap to your ass. You bite your lip so you don’t scream and weakly call out, “One…”

Seeming happy with your response he does it again. The harder he slaps the more the cold balls press against your walls and its somewhat arousing.

You reach five before he stops, and begins to yank on the chain of the balls. “Does it feel good little dove? The anal beads stretching your tiny hole?”

He pulls and one pops out, you groan almost missing the feeling of it being inside. Though you don’t have to wish for long for him to put it back. He pushes the ball back inside. This time, he pushes another in. Now the balls are getting bigger and stretching you out wider. Reaching deep inside of you making you wet at the thought.

“There’s one more dove, im gonna push it in.” This ball is the biggest on the chain. He begins pushing it but your abused and sore hole resists. He ignores your whimpers and with one last push he forces it inside of you. The pain is like a searing fire but the cold balls soothe it in return.

All that’s sticking out of you is the end of the chain with a hook, and inside of you are 10 ice-cold balls stretching you out. He sits back up for the last time. He delivers another hard slap to your ass and with the way the balls move inside of you, you can’t help but scream, “Six!”

He tugs on the chain a little, eliciting moans from your weak form. He holds the chain up with one hand and with his other delivers a slap to your pussy and asshole. You cry out in ecstasy when you feel the balls shift so suddenly and call for 7.

He continues slapping that same are for the last three and you are completely drained without even having had needed to move. He rolls you onto your back and playfully tugs at the ring protruding from your ass. “While I love this ring, I want you to see what else I got for you.”

He rummages behind him and you crane your neck up slightly to look. “I would love to fill up all your holes im afraid I might break you if I do.” He pulls something out and your focus your teary eyes on it.

Its a thick six inch dildo… with a hilt and tail connected to the end. “I thought it would be so cute if you dressed up like a little kitty dove.” He pauses as he gets a grip on the ring, “well, I guess I should start calling you kitten. Just for now though.”

In one motion he pulls all of the beads from your body, leaving you shaking and now uncomfortably empty. He throws the chain to the side and lines up the new toy with your hole. He pushes it inside slowly, seeming to admire watching your asshole swallow it up.

“Wow~ look at my dumb kitty taking her punishment so well.” You begin squirming once the hilt begins pressing at your hole. “Come on, relax, that way you can enjoy it more.”

You try your best to follow his instruction and finally the entire dildo slips in, lodging in place, surely not to come out without force.

He smiles and runs his hand over the faux tail, “It looks so good. Im so happy I got you the matching set!”

A set? What exactly did he plan to do to you in this fucked up game of dress up?

He holds something up in front of your face, a collar with your name embroidered on it, and ring so it can be pulled tight with a leash, he quickly wraps it around your neck and clicks the latch. “I knew this color would look great on you kitten! It matches my wings.”

You examine the color of the tail attached to the dildo and realize it does. How long had he been thinking about this? You don’t want to even think about it.

To go with the collar he pulls out a matching leash, quickly clipping it onto the ring snd gives it a good tug.

“Oh you look so pretty my dumb kitty.” He reaches behind himself one last time. Something he sets down next to him and you aren’t able to see what it is.

He leans forward, showing you his final addition to the look. A head band with cat ears on it, matching the rest of the set in color. He places it on top of your head and smiles. What have you been reduced to? A doll for a grown man to play with endlessly? So humiliating, dehumanizing.

He pouts, “Whats wrong kitten? I hate when youre sad.”

You scoff, “Do you? Youre making me sad right now!”

He tuts and shakes his head, “No I dont make you sad, youre just throwing a tantrum because youre not getting your way.”

Throwing a tantrum? Thats what he calls this? Infantilizing you as if youre an idiot and not an intelligent officer of the law. Ignoring all the soreness of your body, you lunge forward at him, hands in front to gouge his eyes out.

As quick as you had been, it was simply not quick enough. He pushes your hands down into the bed and with his other hand reveals his last item. A pair of handcuffs… except it has four cuffs attached.

You kick him in his side as hard you can and while it doesnt seem to be hurting him it does seem to be annoying him. You throw your head forward and bite down on his wrist, hoping to stun him slightly. Instead he smacks your ass hard and you yelp in pain. The way you cry out almost makes you sound like a cat, how degrading.

He lifts you in the air by one wrist? Using his other hand to secure the first handcuff. He drops you down on the couch and lifts you by your other wrist, repeating his action. You remain unsure of what hes going to do with the other two cuffs.

He pulls your hands down to your groin and flips you onto your stomach. With one hand securing your hands position, he raises your butt in the air with his other. He presses his hard boner against your wet pussy and you fight the urge to grind back onto him for friction.

He now removes his hands and begins cuffing your ankles, pulling your knees up to your chest so he could easily fuck you in any position. He loosens it enough so you can sit with your knees back and push your ass in the air.

“I was going to be kind and give you the chance to be good but you attacked before I could even offer. Now im not going to explain to what im going to do.” He finally unzipped his pants, and pulls his boxers down to expose his dick being painfully held back by his briefs.

He pulls his twitching cock from his briefs and presses the end against your plug. You cry out and your legs begin to shake. You had been on the verge of orgasm for so long that your body is desperate for touch.

He finishes messing with your plug, and drops the head of his dick to your pussy. He rubs it up and down, collecting the slick juices from your folds. “Oh kitten, your tummy is going to be so cute and chubby after this!”

He shoves the first two inches of himself inside you and your body spasms around him. Why was he so thick? “When I dump my seed straight into your womb, youre gonna want it everyday.” He continues pressing in further and all you can do is sit with your ass in the air and cry.

Hes about six inches deep when you feel something much wider than the rest of his dick press at your hole. What the hell is that thing?

“Oh that kitten? Its gonna go inside of you too.” He begins pumping in and out, stopping at the knot of his dick. “And once I cum inside of you, its gonna get big, and keep you locked to my body for a bit.” He begins pressing at the tail plug again, “so I can properly breed you.”

He is dead serious about getting you pregnant. This is bad. Hes right, everything he said will happen is going to happen if you get pregnant. In reality though, there’s nothing you can do but let him… breed you.

Somehow Keigo sensed your will crumbling away, and it turned him on more. He begins pounding hard into your hole, each time making it clear he’s trying to stuff his knot in you. You moan and cry and beg and plea until the pleasure of him now sliding the plug in and out of you and him trying to claim you leaves you a blubbering mess.

He leans over your back, making you realize just how small you are in comparison to him. He latches his teeth onto your shoulder, one hand begins playing with your nipple and the other hand plays with your clit as he pounds away in you.

Finally the knot begins slipping in. Each time it gets even the slightest bit closer, you can feel it pressing into your cervix. There’s a weird sensation you’ve never felt before, your cervix sliding open every time Keigo’s dick penetrates it. It’s as if Keigo now completely owns and controls your body now. Youre nothing but a fuck toy and soon to be cum dumpster.

With one hard thrust his knot slips in completely. It adds another 3-4 inches and has slipped completely through your cervix and straight into your womb. He fucks you harder, making your hips sore and knees weak.

“Oh dove I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our chicks.” Drool begins pouring from your mouth as your pussy throbs around him, and organs wracking your body uncontrollably. Youre no longer holding yourself up, youre being held up solely by his dick.

Keigo continues rubbing circles into your clit and continues pinching and pulling at your nipple. His tongue glides over your skin to collect the blood that he’s drawn with his teeth. His thrusts speed begin to match that of a jack-hammers and you can tell he’s about to release inside of you. His veins pulse inside of you the knot begins to grow. The sudden increase in size sends your body into another frantic orgasm. Your entire body trembles, but even if he wanted to stop he couldn’t now, he’s locked in place.

Suddenly hot semen shoots from his cock, fulling up your womb directly. The heat causes another now shameless orgasm as you scream words that resemble the pro hero’s name.

Keigo lets out a gutteral growl as he finishes ejecting his hot seed. Quickly he removes the lock that connects your ankle cuffs to your wrist cuffs.

He lays down with you in front of him, not so gently, as he’s still lodged inside of you. Being thrown around like a rag doll had never been something you thought you might start to like.

Breaking the silence, he whispers sinisterly, “You might want to get comfortable for this.”

There’s more? Youre not sure your body can handle another surprise before completely giving out. You feel something thick stretch past your walls from inside of his dick.

Your whimper and he wraps an arm around you, shoving two fingers in your mouth for you to suck. Hoping to relieve this weird pain but strange pleasure, you would do anything. You suck on his fingers and tears finally fall from your eyes.

He flinches as something pushes out of his tip. It pushes him back slightly. Something hard but almost slimy sits at the entrance of your your cervix. Keigo’s knot now pushing at your entrance, this time to leave. And then you feel the sensation again, and again, and again. It was exactly 9 times you felt the sensation.

His knot is far out of you now, his tip just barely penetrating your entrance. For the Gand finally his dick twitches and shoots a few more hot ropes of his cum inside of you, coating all of the eggs. This sends you into your last mind shattering orgasm. Your mind goes almost completely blank and your body stills. He finished only after semen has begun spilling from between your legs. Finally he pulls away and moves so that his dick is just pressed against your butt.

“How many eggs did you count dove?” He asks in an infantalizing way.

“9. I counted 9.” You answer obediently.

He nods and presses his nose into your hair, giving it a good whiff. “Look how big your belly is dove.”

You look down at your belly and examine it. He’s right, its much larger than before. It looks like you could be 3 months pregnant.

“My belly is very big.” You retort.

He pulls you in closer with one arm around your waist and another hand gripping your boob. “Isnt this nice dove? Will you be mine?”

That’s the only reasonable step forward your brain can think of right now. Why would you want anything other than that? “Yes Kei’. Ill be yours.”