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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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Could I request a Principal Larissa Weems or Lesso? with 52,54,59? Maybe with her assistant? Maybe with some smut🫣. I was thinking that they would be cold to the reader bc they like them and then the reader says something like why do you hate me and then it leads from there.. but do what you feel most comfortable with!!! ( Also I love your writings they are so good and you are so talented<3)

Quivering at Your Touch ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Mommy!Younger(20s)!Assistant!Reader (feat. Morticia Addams)

Summary— Sub!Larissa fic where Reader is Larissa’s assistant at Nevermore and they don’t really get along because Larissa is just cold to Reader all the time. But when Reader confronts Larissa, Reader finds that the tall blonde principal is a desperate sub who just wants to be a good girl for her mami… Anon Response— Hello anon!! You can absolutely request this! I would love to write this for you. I admit, I got a little carried away… Enjoy♥️

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Requests & Prompt-List

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

#54. “You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”

#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little fluff, eating out (oral sex), fingering, age gap (all legal), clit stimulation, grinding, humping, squirting, voice kink, sexy Spanish— I am not fluent so I apologize in advance for any mistakes, mami(mommy) kink, desperation, teasing, praising, light begging, light taunting, implied light overstimulation, implied Morissa, Morticia Addams, comforting, physical comforting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You walked into Ms. Weems’ office before the sun had even come up, handing over the paperwork that she had sent you home with last night. Being Ms. Weems’ assistant was your dream job. But it was not easy. The tall, blonde principal had high standards for herself and everyone else, especially her assistant.

After her near death experience, Morticia had convinced Larissa to hire an assistant, because according to the raven haired goddess, “You cannot carry the weight of the world, neigh Nevermore, on your shoulders alone, Mon Chérie…” Morticia had cooed late one summer night into the blonde’s exposed ear.

So, Larissa had began looking and interviewing two weeks before the new school year started. She had put out the news that she was interested in hiring an assistant, and soon the woman had resumes to look through. It had been almost two weeks and Larissa hadn’t found anyone suitable, when you had walked through the door of her office.

Larissa took an immediate liking to you. You were intelligent, organized, well-dressed and well mannered. After a mere twenty minutes, the tall blonde was offering you the job. You had eagerly accepted and moved into Nevermore at once. And the new school year started with a quick bang. And just as quickly, your work began.

“Here is your schedule for the week and those quarterly reports for this semester that you requested, Ms. Weems.” You spoke in a professional and formal manner, as always and as expected, as you handed the blonde principal the files.

Larissa looked up from her computer, reaching out and taking the files.

“Thank you, Miss L/N.” Larissa hummed, then standing up and going over to her cabinets of files, “One thing before you leave…”

You knew that Principal Weems was on first names basis’ with most of the staff, as far as the tall principal using pet names for some of your colleagues. The fact that after over nine weeks of working for this woman that she never wavered from Miss L/N, and she always expected Ms. Weems or Principal Weems made you sad. You knew it shouldn’t, she was your boss after all. But it did.

“Yes?” You asked, raising your head in her direction as she moved across the room.

Larissa paused to look through the many files, before pulling one out and coming back around her desk and up to you. She handed you the file, looking at you expectantly.

“Parent Teacher Conferenecs are coming up throughout the week, I need these typed up and reviewed before the end of today.” Larissa instructed you in her professionally cold tone, the tone that she only used for formal principal meeting, events and for you.

You nodded, taking the file, and looking away to blush at the intense eye contact.

“Yes Ms. Weems…” you spoke out, “Is there anything else…?”

Larissa went back to sit at her desk chair, then looking back at you with a stoic face.

“That will be all, Miss Y/N.” The blonde principal calmly stated, “You are excused until my first parent teacher conference, where I will be expecting you to take notes.”

You nodded and murmured, “Yes ma’am…”, before shuffling out of her office and going back to sit back in your tiny assistant area, designated to you by Ms. Weems.

You sat down with a deep sigh, Larissa’s tone internally eating away at you. You hated how cold she always was… You didn’t think you’d ever down anything to her. But you must have. Because the warm, caring, tall Principal that you saw interacting with students and her staff was a shallow, cold bitch to you when you were alone.

For the rest of the day, you made sure to attend all of the woman’s meetings, taking diligent notes and remaining silent, as she would glare at you if you said a word. By the end of the day, you were tired and still had some of the papers for the conferences to finish. You worked until you had completed all of the work Ms. Weems had given you. You walked into Ms. Weems’ office, it was way past time for you to be off for the day, but alas.

“Ms. Weems?” You called, knocking and then opening the door, only to enter when she permitted you.

“Come in…” Larissa hummed, not even taking the moment to meet your gaze in curteous recognition.

You closed the door behind you, before taking a deep breath.

“Here are the conference files you asked me to fill out, along with my notes from today’s meetings…” You spoke, waking up to her desk and handing over the files.

Larissa continued working.

“Leave them here, Miss L/N…” the woman coolly spoke out, “You are excused for tonight. I will see you early tomorrow.”

A wave of frustration came over you, as you left the papers and turned to leave. You felt your eyes begin to water, as her hurtful treatment seemed to finally hit a nerve. Something about today, and maybe all the other times, made you turn swiftly on your heel, back towards the woman.

“Ms. Weems…?” You choked out, your voice faltering.

The woman hummed lightly, letting you know that she heard you, but not giving you the time of day for any eye contact or actual words.

“I…” you walked back to her desk, “Why do you hate me…? Have I… done something…? Is… my work not up to your standard…?” You stammered, your voice breaking throughout your sentences.

At your words, Larissa stopped typing on her computer. She then very slowly raised her head and her intense gaze finally met yours. She then closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose with a deep sigh.

“No Darling, your work is impeccable…” Larissa sighed.

The petname sent warm shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. And at hearing her compliment, a faint blush immediately began to creep up around your cheeks. You were able to take a little sigh of relief at her words, but an underlying pit in your stomache still tugged at you nonetheless.

“Oh—Ok. Then… why do you treat me like…” you stammered, struggling on how to express your feelings without offending your boss.

“Cold? Abrasive? Harsh?” Larissa scoffed at herself, finishing your thought far more direct than you would have ever admitted to.

Your blush deepened and you nodded slowly.

“Yes” you softly stated.

“Because…” Larissa sighed, clasping her hands together and biting her lip before continuing, “I don’t hate you, Darling… Far from it.”

You knew you could hear Larissa’s words, but they didn’t seem to register, as your face was still plastered with confusion and broken spirit.

Larissa’s expression slowly softened at the sight of yours. She then proceeded to stand up, coming over to the other side of her desk, the one closest to you. She indicated for you to sit on the couch by the fire. As she walked to the burning fireplace next to the couch, you scurried to take a seat, then looking up at the woman, whose face was now a myriad of emotions.

“Y/N… You…” Larissa began softly and with the most vulnerable tone you’d ever heard from the formal woman, “You are the most marvelous woman—person, that I’ve ever encountered…”

She paused to take another deep sigh before continuing, “You are brilliant at your job, I have never had anyone do their job as well as you do yours, the passion and effort you put into your work is unmatched. From the very first time I met you, I knew there was something about you. Your personality, your heart is so warm and you are so caring…”

Your eyes widened the more the woman confessed, and your lips parted slightly in shock. You wondered if this was a dream… Where you hearing the woman correctly…?

But when Larissa leaned forward and grasped your hands in hers, you knew this was no dream. Her sapphire gaze bore into yours intensely, and her eyes radiated truth. You gasped lightly at the touch, and found yourself immediately yearning for more. But her gaze and face then turned sad. And in the at moment, you would have some anything to make the tall blonde smile.

“I… I apologize for the way I treated you… I thought… I thought that if I kept you at a distance that I wouldn’t get hurt… But I see now that my actions, while protecting me, ended up hurting you… and that was never my intention, Darling. For that I am truly sorry…”

She squeezed your hands reassuringly, as her remorseful gaze met yours. The realization of the woman’s words started to creep into your mind. A rogue tear managed to slip past your watch, rolling down your cheek. Larissa’s heart nearly broke them and there, having to watch you process your past few months of agony.

“Protect yourself from what…?” You whispered, as you met her gaze once more.

At your question, Larissa looked away and a light rosy blush flushed her cheeks. She sighed once more and then began to chuckle lightly at herself.

“Protect myself from my feelings…” Larissa admitted, biting her lip anxiously, “And now that I think about it, it seems so absurd.”

These words were the final piece of the puzzle that you had spent months searching for. Suddenly, all the pieces came into place, it all made sense. And a wave of calm seemed to flow over you.

Without thought, instinct had you raise your hand and cup the woman’s flushed cheek. Her head immediately swiveled back toward you, her eyes widened at your bold move. But she didn’t pull away, quite the opposite in fact, you found that the woman only leaned into your touch, closing her eyes and letting out a hum in contentment.

“Larissa Weems, are you saying that you like me?” You softly asked, with a little smile and a light twinkle in your eyes.

The woman’s eyes fluttered open and at first, her face was panicked, but once she saw the calm expression on your face, she seemed to relax a little.

“I… I suppose so…” Larissa whispered, her face radiating raw vulnerability.

You smiled even brighter, caressing the woman’s cheek with one hand, as her hands held your other one. The tall blonde then fell gracefully to her knees, now sitting right in between your legs and right up against your couch. And she looked up at you, searching for some, any direction.

“I like you too…” you whispered back.

Larissa entire body seemed to be needing to hear those words, because as soon as they left your mouth, a weight was lifted from the blonde’s soul. And before you knew it, the woman was curling up in your lap. Your jaw threatened to drop, but you restrained yourself. Never in your life had you expected the cold, formal Principal Weems to be in your lap and purring like a content cat.

You gently reached out to her, running your fingers along her tight back hair. She raised her head into your hand with another hum, encouraging you. So you began to take out the pins of the woman’s hair, one by one, until her curls were falling onto your lap and you could run your fingers through her hair freely. The entire time, Larissa was snuggled up in your lap, purring in delight.

You chuckled to yourself, wondering what it would be like if someone walked in… but that thought quickly slipped away, as the ambience of the moment took over your mind. The fireplace crackling and giving a soft glow to the room, seemed to make it all feel more intimate. Not to mention Larissa being literally in your lap, also made it far more intimate..

Time passed naturally, as the woman continued to purr in your lap and you continued to run fingers through her hair, eventually moving to massage her tense shoulders. The blonde let out little whimpers and groans every now and then, which you found to be utterly adorable.

Larissa began adjusting her position for you, so that you could scratch and massage all the itches and tensions littered around her stressed out body. The woman ended up straddling your lap, her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you massaged a particular knot from her upper spine.

She let out a groan as you kneeded the knot out of her tense muscle, inadvertently bucking her hips into your lap and releasing a particularly breathy whimper along with it. Larissa’s mouth opened and her eyes widened in light shock at her overtly sexual actions.

Your eyes sparkled at the shift in tone of the scene, your hands traveling to the woman’s hips, starting to guide her hips to lightly grind against your form beneath her. Larissa’s hands shot to your shoulders as she arched her back and rolled her head back with another groan, this one most definitely sexual. Her eyes fluttered shut as you helped her get off against your frame.

“That’s it… Let me help you relax, Ms. Weems…” you cooed lovingly, eagerly drinking in the other woman’s frame.

“L-Larissa please Darling…” Larissa insisted with another breathy groan, as she continued to grind down against your lap.

You chuckled lightly and nodded.

“Alright Larissa…” you teased her name on your tongue, making the woman melt into a puddle in your lap.

You slowly shifted her frame onto one of your thighs, so that she could grind her core against your tensed thigh more effectively. The blonde was quick to catch on, letting her dress rile up her thighs as she began to put her grinding weight against your tensed muscles.

Larissa let out a mutter of expletives, words that you never would have thought to come out of such a proper woman’s lips. But it felt so right in the moment as the blonde was holding onto you for dear life, as she rutted against your thigh. You could feel the warmth of her pussy on your thigh, as you tightly held her hips and guided her further towards her impending climax.

Breathy whimpers and groans spewed from Larissa’s lips, her eyes were screwed shut tight, all of her previous inhibitions lost, as she unabashedly got herself closer and closer to her high. When she was teetering on the edge, you gripped her hips tighter, keeping her sloppy grinding in a rhythm and your lips snuck to the shell of her ear.

“Cum for me, Larissa… Te ves tan hermosa así… Let go, let it all out.”[You look so beautiful like that…] You purred into the blonde’s ear.

It only took a couple more grinding motions before the woman was coming undone on top of you. Letting out a strangled moan, she rode her high as best as she could before collapsing on top of your chest with heavy panting.

“Eres una chica muy buena, Larissa…”[You’re such a good girl, Larissa…] you praised the blonde.

Larissa couldn’t help but blush, she could recognize praise, even when it wasn’t in English. You let her gather her self in your lap, and the minutes past in comfortable silence. Eventually, Larissa stirred, sitting up once more and meeting your gaze.

“You’re sexy when you speak Spanish…” she breathed out, before her eyes went wide and she instantly began to correct her statement, “What I meant…! You’re always sexy— no I…!”

You hushed Larissa by leaning into her and connecting your lips swiftly with hers. Larissa immediately leaned in, impossibly close to you, her hands coming to cup your cheeks, pulling you even closer. You hummed into the passionate kiss, which seemed to be reigniting Larissa’s lust once more. Not to mention your own…

“You… find this, my Spanish… attractive?” You breathlessly whispered into her lips.

Larissa eagerly nodded before smashing her lips back into yours, and you practically purred in delight. Your lips and teeth began to clash together as hour respective hungers grew. Larissa happily allowed you to slip your tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss even further. Pretty soon, the woman was encouraging you to pick her up, which you eagerly did, carrying her to her attached private quarters.

“Eres tan hermosa, mi amor. Quiero mostrarte lo guapa que eres...”[You are so beautiful, my love. I want to show you just how gorgeous you are…] you whispered against her hungry lips, as you devoured one another.

Larissa bucked her hips against your frame and spewed a string of breathy whimpers as a result of your Spanish. You placed Larissa on the center of the bed as your mouth began to wander past the woman’s lips and towards her neck and shoulders… Larissa gasped as you sucked on her pressure point, her hands scrambling to pull you even closer, tugging you onto the bed with her.

Soon, hands were flying to zippers and buttons, as the two of you practically tore each other’s clothes off in the heat and passion of the moment. The blonde’s dress pooled at her feet as you unbuttoned your pants, both being thrown aside, along with your shirt. Your nimble fingers unclipped both her bra and your own, both of which were also tossed aside.

Now left in nothing but your knickers, you guided the woman to lay back on the bed, propping herself up by her elbows. You crawled on top of Larissa, perching yourself to straddle her stomache before connecting your lips together once more. The blonde let out a whimper into your lips, as her hands dropped her fully on the bed and shot to your exposed skin, wandering and feeling their way down your body. Her fingers stopped and paid special attention to your sensitive buds.

“Dios mío, vas a ser mi muerte...”[My God, you’re going to be the death of me…] you breathed out into her lips, her teasing causing you to buck your hips against the blonde’s form.

Another whimper erupted from Larissa’s throat in response, desperate for more friction. You pressed your lips once more time against her plump red ones, a mere ghost of a kiss, before starting to slowly run down her body, paying special attention to each bit of exposed skin that the woman had to offer. Larissa’s one hand shifted to your head, eagerly attempting to push you further down, down to where she needed you most. Her other hand wandered up to her own nipple, teasing and tugging to deepen her own pleasure. When you showed no signs of speeding up your worshiping of the woman’s body, Larissa began to beg,

“Darling P-please… I need you… need you so bad… need it… give it to me—” Larissa chocked out in a mewl.

Your mouth was attached to her left nipple as she spoke, arching her back into your touch. You let go of her tit with a pop!, and then smiled before shimmying your body further down her frame. Lowering your face down to her clothed, needy cunt, you licked a stripe along her underwear, right above her core. Larissa’s knees buckled and her hips jerked upwards, towards your face.

“¿Es esto lo que quieres? Te ves tan bien, cariño…”[Is this what you want? You look so good, my darling] you purred, fanning your hot breath onto her quivering pussy.

You were quick to hold her shaking thighs down, so that she didn’t accidentally suffocate or hit you from her impending intense pleasure. Larissa struggled a little against your firm hold, but as your grip tightened on her thighs, she quickly became even more desperate in her pleading.

“Christ Y/N Please!! Stop teasing and just… just fuck mami please!” Larissa cried out, desperately bucking her hips to encourage any kind of friction with the throbbing heat.

Her face flushed and all her motions came to a halt at the name just uttered from her lips, and the blonde began to stamer.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… Darling it, slipped out…? I—”

With a chuckle, you hooked your fingers along the waistband of her knickers. Tapping her hips, the woman couldn’t meet your gaze from the embarrassment but nonetheless she instinctually raised her hips and thighs for you. You then pulled off her last garment, throwing it into the abyss. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of Larissa’s glistening cunt. You looked up and met the blonde’s goddess figure and then her lustful, hooded gaze. She nodded in desperation, encouraging you to take her.

With one final teasing, hot breath to the woman’s cunt, you finally gave in and began lapping your tongue through her folds. Her back arched deliciously into your hot touch, her fingers curling in your hair and into the bed sheet. As your tongue flicked her clit, the woman’s head lolled back and her eyes fluttered shut, completely forgetting her verbal slip up for the moment.

“Oh yessss… Yes yes yes…!” She chanted, her mind swimming in overwhelming pleasure.

You swiftly pulled away however, making Larissa’s head shoot up and give you the most needy pout and whimper.

“You can call me Mami if you want too…” you purred wickedly, before swirling two fingers in her wetness and then sliding the digits into her core.

Larissa let out an unbridled groan, her fingers digging into your scalp as her walls fluttered around your fingers. You fucked the woman at a decent pace, pumping and curling your fingers inside her core, paying close attention to what motions made her toes curl especially. Her eyes fluttered closed. Larissa was huffing and whimpering more and more, and soon the sounds turned into full on moans.

“Eyes on me, hermosa…” you lustfully purred, drawing the blondes hooded gaze back to yours.

“Y-yes mami—” Larissa choked out.

Her blown out pupils met your sultry gaze. Her face flushed at the intense eye contact. She held your head in a vice grip as your fingers thrusted inside her expertly and your mouth latched onto her aching clit. Larissa’s back arched desperately in your touch, and one of your hands moved up from her thighs to tease her perked, straining buds.

It didn’t take long for the blonde to be teetering on the edge again…

“Mami mamiiiii…!!” Larissa babbled, shaking her head violently and fighting the urge to screw her eyes shut tight and scream,

“AhgghhhhHhH GOD pleaseeee—!!!” She cried out, her hips thrashing and body spasming.

“Vamos, vamos... Cum for me… lo tienes, mi dulce chica…”[Come on, come on…You’ve got it, my sweet girl…] you purred gently, curling your fingers with huge words to perfectly hit that spongey spot inside the woman’s core.

Larissa’s breath faltered and suddenly her orgasm was washing over her, her juices gushing out of her and onto your fingers as her walls clenched around your fingers. Your tongue eagerly lapped up all the woman’s arousal, practically keening over at her taste. Then with sudden force, the woman’s core squirted all over your fingers and face. You moaned in delight, eagerly taking all that Larissa would give you.

She was so wrapped up in her orgasm, Larissa hadn’t even registered that she had squirted. But even as she came down from her high, the older woman still seemed to be not fully satisfied. She was squirming in pleasure, in need for more, babbling and begging for it…

“Mami mami—por favor, necesito más, necesito más…!!”[Mommy mommy—please, I need more, I need more…] Larissa pleaded with a desperate cry, her hips bucking against your face is desperation.

You nearly moaned into the woman’s cunt at her pleading, her tone, her words, her voice… You couldn’t deny the fact that even broken Spanish sounded sexy on her tongue… It made you shiver with anticipation. With one last lick to her cunt to rock her back from her orgasm, you pulled out of her cunt. Larissa immediately whimpered at the loss of feeling.

“Vale, vale, te escucho, dulce chica… Tell me what you want, bueno chica… Use your words for me…”[Ok ok, I hear you, sweet girl… good girl…] you cooed.

The following sweet babbles that flowed out of the submissive blonde’s mouth were like music to your ears. And you were more than happy to grant any request this woman made of you. Hell, with a simple please from her lips, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for that woman…

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readerlovr · 5 months

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For Richer or for Poorer

Pt. 2

Pt.1

This past week has been the hardest I have ever worked. Growing up seeing my dad and brothers work, I always knew was difficult, but doing it yourself is on another level. So I can only imagine what the boss feels. It’s Friday so luckily it’s the last day of the week for us.

Although Mr. Beresford has two meetings today which I have to attend. As I am organizing my planner for next week, I get an email. It’s from one of the companies we have a meeting with saying they can no longer meet at 3, and can only meet after 5. I would normally look skeptical because the normal work day ends at 5, but Mr. Beresford stays in his office long after I leave for the day. Before I send the company a confirmation, I check Mr. Beresford’s agenda and I see that he has a free period between 5:30 and 7. So I gather my notepad and walk my way to Mr. Beresford’s office. Once I’m there, I knock, then crack the door.

“Mr. Beresford, your 3 o’clock rescheduled for a later appointment, so I put you down for 6.”

“Thank you, Ms. Y/l/n.”

I close the door as I go back to my office, and send the company the confirmation for 6. They respond swiftly saying that they will be here at 6. I mentally prepare myself for a long day after the normal work hours.

I wonder if Rachel has any tips on my note taking, so I decide to speed dial 5.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rachel I was wondering if you have any tips on how to take notes for the meeting. I have been taking notes this past week but Mr. Beresford didn’t seem to need them. But because there is two meetings today, he might need them to recollect the specifics the different meetings.”

“Yeah of course.” She gives me the spill of how she used to take notes, but she says Mr. Beresford did not like the way she took notes, because she wrote it in her own understanding instead of his.

“Okay, because we have another meeting after the one that starts in 15 minutes. And it’s after 5 o’clock, so I definitely need to take notes to the best of my ability. Or his I guess.”

“Get used to that.” She says with a sigh.

“What taking notes? Or staying after 5?”

“Well, both actually.”

“I have to stay after 5, everyday with him?”

“Well, yes. Haven’t you been doing that so far?”

“No, I have been leaving around 5:30.”

“Y/n, no. The assistant stays with the boss until he tells you to leave.”

My father has had assistants but he never kept one long enough for me to see how they were supposed to behave.

“Oh no. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I don’t know, he probably thought you’d just know given your father has a business.”

“My father did everything on his own.” I say curtly. I hate discussing my family and their success, the reason why I left is to start my own. So when someone brings them up, I try to be tight lipped about them.

“Also, it wasn’t in the job description.”

“It’s not, but it’s commonly preferred.”

I think for a bit. I feel bad that I possibly left Mr. Beresford to do everything alone. I never suspected I was doing anything wrong. Every morning when I entered after giving Mr. Beresford his coffee and breakfast, notes he took from the previous night was sat on my desk.

I look over at the time and see it’s 5 till the meeting.

“Hey Rachel I have to go.”

“Okay, talk to you later.” She says before promptly hanging up.

I grab my notepad and get up to walk down to the conference room. When I get there I notice Mr. Beresford and a couple of our staff is already seated. I quickly take the seat on Mr. Beresford’s left. Once I sit, he looks up from his laptop and smile.

“Mr. Beresford.” I say greeting him.

“Ms. Y/l/n.”

I look around at everyone else engaging in their own conversations. I scoot a bit forward closer to Mr. Beresford.

“Why didn’t you tell me I was supposed to stay after with you everyday?”

“I supposed you knew. And if not you’d figure it out eventually. Plus I’ve been used to-“ he pauses and looks back down at his computer, “working alone.”

Just as I about to ask what he meant the company we are meeting with walked in. Mr. Beresford stood up, which caused me to follow suit. We all greeted each other by shaking hands.

Once everyone was aquatinted and seated, Mr. Beresford walks to the other end of the table with no chair.

“Shall we get started?”

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I tried to take notes most accurate to Mr. Beresford’s. Mimicking his note taking style from the one he leaves on my desk every night. Based on the meeting details, I could give him the notes at the end of the day so I have enough time to tweak it if I see something unfitting.

It’s now 30 minutes until the 6:00 meeting. We had lunch at 3 since the meeting was pushed back. Although, I like to work better with a snack so I decide to go downstairs to the donut shop to get a donut and a coffee. After I gathered my purse, I knocked on Mr. Beresford’s door.

“Mr. Beresford, I’m going downstairs to get a donut, do you want anything?”

He doesn’t respond. After a minute of waiting, I knock on his door again, then open the door and peek in.

“Mr. Beresford?”

He looks up at me from his computer with a stoic look.

“No thank you. I am not supposed to be eating that stuff.”

I notice he seems a bit down so I don’t push him on it.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I am back within 10 minutes. I finish my coffee before I make it back to my office. As I’m walking back I contemplate either going to my office or Mr. Beresford’s. I decide on Mr. Beresford’s office of course. I knock on the door once again. He doesn’t respond like normally but I decide to turn the knob anyway. As I come in the room uninvited, he looks at me confused.

With my donut in hand I decide to sit in a seat in front of him.

“Hi.” I say before taking a bite of my donut.

“Hi?” He says confused. He continues to look at me confused as of to say, why are you here.

“What?” I question his confused look.

He shakes his head. “Normally people don’t just come in my office and sit down. Just to say hi.”

“Well I’m not normal people. I’m your assistant so I can do that.” I say with a smile.

He smirks a bit before changing his face to serious.

“Look. I know I met you before the job interview. And I gave you a well deserved compliment based on your looks, but our relationship needs to be strictly professional.”

What he said caught me off guard. I wasn’t trying to come onto him. Even though he is insanely good looking. I just wanted to start a conversation given he was so busy this whole week.

“Oh.” I say as I nod and start to get up to leave.

“But-“ he says as he sees me get up. “You can stay. At least until the meeting starts. We can walk down together.”

“Okay.” I say with a small smile. I don’t want to say the wrong thing because I don’t want him to think I am trying to build a relationship that’s not professional.

“So, why don’t you eat donuts? Is it your diet?”

He once again looks down at his computer. I know he was down earlier but I thought he was okay now. Before I was able to apologize for prying he answers.

“Yeah, it’s my diet. I actually haven’t had a donut in 5 years.”

“Really?”

He nods and looks up at me from his computer. I give him a cunning smile and hold up my donut.

“You want a bite?”

“No, I’m okay.” He says chuckling.

“Come on. It’s a bite. What is a bite gonna do?”

He looks at me for a couple seconds before he lightly nods. He motions his fingers for me to bring the donut closer. I stand up to bring it close enough for him to take but instead he bites it straight off the donut. My heart skips a beat with his held eye contact on me. As he pulls away I have to mentally tell myself to act normal. I sit back down trying to shake that hot memory out of my head. I look up to him and he’s still chewing. I wait a couple seconds after he swallows it and I’m met with silence.

“Well?”

He starts smiling. Like a real smile, not a smirk.

“That was really good.”

“See I told you. You just have to trust your smart assistant sometimes.”

He smirks and huffs out a laugh. I check my watch and realize it’s seven till 6.

“Oh, we have to go.”

I stand up and he follows after me down the hall. It’s just us when we enter the conference room.

“Where is everybody?”

“Well the staff isn’t required to stay after 5, so we’re just waiting on the company that we’re meeting with.”

We continue to wait for exactly 7 minutes before Mr. Beresford stands up.

“Where are you going?”

“They’re late. I’m leaving.”

“Wha- leaving? Just like that?”

“Yes, just like that.”

As he moves to walk out the conference room door, the company walks in the door.

“Shall we get this over with?” The man who comes in first says, throwing his coat at the woman who came in after him.

Mr. Beresford looks back at me before turning to the man who spoke.

“Mr. Johnson, we are not going further with this merger.”

“Why not? I put in a lot of money for this deal.” The man named Mr. Johnson says.

“You can keep your deal, and you can keep your money. I’m all about creating jobs for people. I need my partners to be punctual as well as considerate. Because if not, I know you will treat your employees the same way. And so far from what I’ve seen,” he gestures to the woman behind him, “you are not very considerate to your employees.”

I don’t know why, but that whole scene made me have a heartbeat in my core. My mouth is agape. I have never seen anyone respectfully decline a disrespectful person regardless of their money.

“Come on, Ms. Y/l/n.”

I immediately jump up to stand beside him. He puts his hand on my back as he guides me out of the room.

“You can see yourself out.” He says as we past them out the door. Just before we leave, I give a sympathetic look to the woman.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, people like that really get under my skin.”

“Don’t apologize. You did the right thing.”

He looks down at his feet as we continue walking together.

“Could you… come back to my office with me. I like the company.” He asks seemingly nervously. I smile up at him before nodding.

“Sure let me just get the rest of my things.” We reach my office door and he goes inside of his. I gather my purse and previous notes. I stay in my office a bit longer than suspected, checking and responded to thank you emails on Mr. Beresford’s behalf. I’m finished about 10 minutes later and I start to walk to Mr. Beresford’s office. I knock on the door, and there wasn’t an answer like usual.

“Mr. Beresford, it’s me.” Still no answer.

I open the door expecting him to look up at me from his computer, but he wasn’t there. I know he didn’t walk out of his office because I would’ve saw given that my office is right next to his corner office.

“Mr. Beresford?” I ask looking around the office. I notice that his chair is a bit pushed back than normal. I walk over to his chair to see why and immediately my heart drops. He is passed out on the floor behind his desk.

“Oh, shit! Mr. Beresford!” I kneel down to feel his forehead I don’t feel it being warm. I fumble for my purse to grab my cell to call 911.

I tell dispatch what happened and what building and floor were on. They had an ambulance out here in minutes once they found out it was Clay Beresford. When the officers get here, I have Mr. Beresford’s head in my lap so it wouldn’t be on the hard ground. They remove him off of me and put him on a stretcher.

“Be careful with him. I don’t know what happened.” I say with a shaky voice.

One of the officers that is not carrying him turns to me.

“Ma’am, calm down. We know how to deal with a heart transplant patient.”

Once he says that I am stunned.

“A what?”

“4 years ago Clayton Beresford, had a heart transplant from his mother after the whole doctor team tried to murder him. It was on the news for weeks.” He looks at me like the information he gave me was so obvious and everyone else knew about it.

“Wha-“ I can’t even process what he just said. As his assistant why wasn’t I notified of his condition. 10 million questions run in my head but I realize as his assistant I should be with him also. I find the stamina to get up on my shaky legs and follow them to the elevator. Once we get outside I climb in the ambulance after they put Mr. Beresford in it. I stare at Mr. Beresford seemingly lifeless body, and it scares the shit out of me. I grab his hand and hope everything is okay.

Once we get to the hospital, he gets put on an IV. And i have to wait in the waiting room while they check to see what’s wrong with him. I rock in my chair nervously wondering what I’m going to do if he doesn’t make it out of this. He was just starting to become my friend even with him saying he wanted a strictly professional relationship. As I am thinking to myself as Beresford was called. I stood up and walked to the doctor.

“How is he?”

“Mr. Beresford is doing just fine.”

I let out a long relieved sigh.

“He had a small relapse due to his heart transplant.”

“Do you know what caused it?”

“We can’t be sure. With heart transplants, this could be caused by anything. Did he recently have any changes of diet, or exercise?”

I shake my head no, trying to think. Then suddenly it clicks.

“I gave him a bite of my donut. Do you think that what caused this?” I say devastated. I can’t bear a man’s life almost ending because of me.

“I’m sorry, but that’s a very real possibility. It’s the most probable possibility given that everything was fine until tonight.”

I look around and cover my mouth, knowing that I almost killed Mr. Beresford.

“Can I see him?”

“Of course but he’s resting right now. It might be a little while before he wakes up.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

She puts her hand on my should in sympathy and walks me to his room. Once I go in I see him sleeping on the bed with 3 different tubes attached to him. I put my hand over my mouth as I sob looking at him. I did that. I walk over beside his bed and sit in the seat that was there. I grab his hand and wait for him to wake. As I wait, I dosed off to sleep still grabbing his hand.

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He starts stirring which wakes me up. I squeeze his hand tighter with purpose letting him know that I was here for him. He squeezed it back but his eyes are still closed.

“Mr. Beresford.” I whisper as I stand up to get closer to his face. He hums and opens his eyes. He looks around confused before his eyes land on me, shocked.

“What happened.” He says groggily.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shakes his head in confusion.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your heart?” I say before I full on sob right in front of my boss. “It was my fault, I’m so sorry.”

He looks at me confused still.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, take a breath.” He says and he grabs my other hand with his other hand. “What happened?”

“They say you had a relapse because of the donut I gave you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you to eat it.”

“Hey. Y/n, I am an adult. You didn’t push me to do anything. I ate it because I wanted to.”

I am too hysterical to realize that was his first time calling me by my first name.

“Do you want me to call anyone?”

He looks into my red, puffy eyes then looks forward.

“I don’t have anyone.” He says softly.

I don’t know what he means by that but he’s gone through enough so I don’t push him on it. It seems like I’m the only one going to be here from him tonight. I start to sit on the bed next to him slowly waiting for any signs of his uncomfortably. He nodded for me to continue to sit, still having both of our hands holding. I look him in the eyes and my eyes start to water again.

He wipes my tears with his fingers.

“Stop it. It wasn’t your fault.” He says as he tugs my hands so I can go closer to him. He pulls me into a hug, which causes me to have to lay on his chest. I carefully avoid the tubes attached to him, not trying to mess him up further.

“I’m going to be okay.”

We stay like this in silence for a couple of minutes.

“I thought you wanted to keep a professional relationship.” I joke through a sad voice.

“Screw that.”

______________________________

That sure took a turn. 😬

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ontheshroom · 2 years

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In the office

Ceo!Jack x fem!reader

Smut!⚠️

A/n: this is fictional and takes place in an au

Synopsis: Your boss notices you’re out of dress code.

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The second he heard the clack of your heels coming down the hall his ears perked and he rose his head.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/l/n.” He yells.

You let out a sigh and stop just inches away from his door. You walk into the room with your fists curled.

“Hello, Mr. Harlow.” You breathe out.

Jack laughs at you as he looks you up and down. Even though he’s laughing, he can feel his cock bulging against his zipper. Your skirt tightly hugs your curves but ends far too high. He’s sure if he were to have you sit in front of him he’d have a perfect view of your undergarments. What could you be wearing today?

“Care to explain your fashion choices today?” He asks, folding his hands on his desk.

“Well, I uhm. I broke my skirt this morning, the zipper fell off, and the rest are at the dry cleaners. So, I just wore this one. I apologize.” You rush out in one breath.

“So, why not wear any of your dresses?” He questions.

“You told me to wear my skirts.” You furrow your eyebrows.

A smirk forms on his lips. Guess you are a good girl.

“You’ll be in here today.” He tells you, pressing 5 on the dial to call your coworker in.

“Please bring in a desk and a chair for Ms. Y/l/n.” He tells Cody over the phone.

“Mr. Harlow, you really don-“

“Considering you’re out of dress code I do, or you could go home. I can’t promise that you’ll have your job still though.” He shrugs.

“Right. I’m sorry sir.”

It takes everything in him not to moan at your words. The sound of you calling him sir over and over as he dril-

“Where do you want the desk?” Cody asks him.

“Right here in front of mine,” Jack says, pointing to a spot directly in front of him.

Cody looks at him with a puzzled face but obliges. He smiles at you as he leaves and compliments your skirt, to which you innocently say thank you to. Jack made a mental note to fire him later.

You sit down in front of Jack, pulling out your to-do list for the day. You open your legs to cross them and a smile flashes across Jack’s face. Red today.

You press your thighs together, the lewd thoughts clouding your mind as you think about Jack. Only the sound of him clearing his throat was enough to pull you away from them. Embarrassed, you return to your work as he smirks.

There is a comfortable peace between you and Jack as y’all work. No talking unless a question or two. Before you know it it’s nearly 4:50. You begin packing up your things before you hear Jack clear his throat.

“Will you stay after please?” He asks you.

“Yes sir.” You nod, pausing packing up your things, and sit down patiently.

He closes his laptop and walks in front of his desk resting on it.

“You’ll have on your regular dress code tomorrow?” He asks you.

“Yes sir, I am so sorry.” You apologize.

“Call me that again.” He says, walking towards you.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Call me sir.”

“I- uh?”

“You pick and choose when to be a good girl, huh?” He says, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“I-“

“Don’t lie to me now, baby.” He says.

“Did you want me to see you like this today, Hmm?” He asks.

Your breath hitches as if you’ve been caught. You nod your head as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Mm, I thought so.” He pushes his thumb in your mouth as you wrap your lips around it and suck lightly.

“Get up.” He says.

You get up and he pushes you to bend over his desk. You open your legs as he stands behind you. He pulls the zipper down, exposing your ass. The red thong was placed between them teasingly. He pulls the thong down before quickly pulling his pants down and rubbing his tip along your folds. Within a second he’s pushing into you, stretching you out.

“Oh god.” You moan.

“God’s not making you feel like this, baby. That’s all me.” He says.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours fills his office.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You chant.

He pulls the buttons of your blouse showing your boobs, he looks at them through his window before palming them.

“Fuck, you feel as good as I thought.” He sighs.

“I’m gonna cum!” You announce.

“Do it, baby. Mark my dick with your cum.” Jack grunts.

“Shit! Feels so good sir!” You cum.

Jack groans loudly, filling you up with his cum.

“Atta girl.” He moans.

He pulls out and zips up your skirt, making sure to leave out your panties. You turn around, your tits on display for him.

“I can’t leave like this.” You sigh.

He shrugs his suit down his shoulders and places it on yours.

“You’re going home with me.” He tells you.

“You don’t have t-“

“Don’t talk back to me. We’ll discuss our rules later.” He tells you.

Picking up your thong and placing it in his pocket. He grabs his keys before resting his hand on your lower back before leading you out of his office.

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Worthy

Pairing: Dark! Thor x female reader

Warnings: dark themes ahead, anxiety, stalking, yelling, implied drugging, kidnapping, power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, harassment, self esteem issues.

Summary: something tugs at the back of your mind as your life begins to spiral.....

A/n- Happy Thorsday!!! This is my contribution lol heed the warnings! Thanks for reading!! And I appreciate any and all comments/reblogs! You guys are amazing!!

Part three -- Part four-

The next few days pass in a blur as you follow your monotonous routine. Work...home...sleep....repeat. An uneasy feeling settles over you like a fog, the feeling something was escaping you looming as you would wake from your restless night to the feeling of hands on your skin making you shudder. Thor had text everyday asking if you needed his assistance at the store, insistent that he was more then happy to help, and each time you gave an excuse, the last being you didn't have time because of work.

Which is where you sat right now, typing on your computer at your desk, picking up a file from the endless stack that awaited you...the life of a claims adjuster. You thumbed through the file when you heard yelling at reception, looking up seeing none other then Shaun, storming towards your desk, anger all over his face. "Really y/n!? I didn't think you would stoop so low." Shaun yelled storming up to you. "What are you talking about?" You asked puzzled. "Oh I don't know, the blonde muscle bound idiot you sent to my work! You got me fired!" He yelled making you jump. "I...I didn't send anyone to your work." You explained looking around seeing the entire office watching.

"You know y/n, I may have considered taking you back before, but now..." he said looking you up and down, disgust replacing the anger "your not worth it." He sneered stepping back "have a nice life bitch." He snapped, turning and leaving as you stood staring at where he was. You didn't know how to process what just happened when a voice came from the back of the room "y/n, I need to speak to you a moment." You boss said walking back into her office. "Shit.." you muttered, pushing your chair in you took a deep breath walking towards the open door.

You walked in, closing the door "Ms. Maximoff, i am so sorry! I don't know what that was about, but I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." You said sitting across from her. "Iisten, we are running a business here, I can't have your sordid affairs storming into the office every other day." She said sternly. "I know, I totally understand. It won't happen again." You repeated, hoping she would take mercy on you. "Y/n, im afraid I'm going to have to suspend you." She said typing on her computer. "What? Why?" You asked watching her "you need to get your life in order, I'm giving you a week. I hope things are taken care of by then." She said looking at you. "Yes ma'am." You said standing up. You walked to the door grabbing the handle "good luck y/n, I hope you figure things out." She said as you nodded, heading back to your desk.

ooOOoo

You ran into the coffee shop, looking around seeing Maya waving at you from the corner. "Hey! How have you been?" She asked as you sat across from her. "Not good, I got suspended." You said slumping in the chair as she slid a cup to you. "Why? What happened?" She asked sipping her coffee. "Shaun happened." You said with a sigh. "He came to my work yelling and screaming." You said taking a sip of your coffee. "That guy....I swear." She said as your phone buzzed in your pocket making you jump, pulling it out you saw another text from Thor.

T- hello y/n, im afraid they have double booked me tomorrow, so I have to move out session to later. Meet me at the office at 6pm. And let me know when you have time to go to the grocer, like I mentioned I don't mind. Have a good day.

You turned it off, setting it down you rubbed your temples "who was that?" Maya asked watching you "my doctor...reminding me of my appointment." You sighed. "Hey, is it normal for a doctor to call you?" You asked looking up at her. "I don't know, mine never have." She said shrugging. "Well, mine does and honestly it's a bit unnerving." You said. "Well, maybe he just wants to check on you, make sure your ok." She said taking another sip of her coffee "yeah..maybe." you shrugged "it's just..." you trailed off, the feeling coming back like your forgetting something "just what?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows.

"Well, He's really insistent about things, like painfully so. And he's been texting me more and more about taking care of myself...making sure I'm eating right...sugar is bad for you y/n...are you sleeping enough." You rambled, remembering all the messages you had gotten. "Well, he seems like an attentive doctor, nothing wrong with that." She said smiling. "What does he look like? I'm curious." She smiled, leaning her elbows on the table. You picked your phone up searching for their website, scrolling down to the pictures of him and his brother, turning it to face her. "Wait.. which one is he?" She asked grabbing your phone "the blonde one." You said, Shaun's words echoing In your head.."no, he wouldn't.." you thought to yourself seeing Maya fan herself "ooo he's yummy! I'd let him step on me and thank him." She said making you laugh.

You snatched your phone back looking at the picture "it's just..my last session we were doing this like meditation thing." You said seeing her nod "and I fell asleep. When I woke up I was on the couch with a blanket over me." You continued "aww that's cute." She said leaning her chin onto her hands "yes well, anyway when I got home my bra straps were messed up and I had....a bruise." You whispered unsure why. "Y/n, if I'm being honest I think your trying to find reasons not to like the guy, and after what you've been through I understand. But he sounds like he genuinely cares." She said "but...what about the bruise?" You asked raising an eyebrow "look, we all know how clumsy you are, you could have done that at anytime." She said shrugging. "I suppose..." you trailed off staring into your cup.

"Listen, go home and get some rest. Go to your session with an open mind and you'll see, he just wants to help." Maya said smiling "ok, i guess your right." You said, drinking the last of your coffee "I'll see ya later." You said standing up "oh, and feel free to slip him my number." She winked as you turned around "I'll get right on that." You said over your shoulder as you opened the door, making your way to your car. You drove home, pulling into your parking lot you got out seeing a red and white mustang parked in the corner of the lot. You'd never seen it before a few days ago, now it's there every time you get home. "Must be a new tenant." You said, looking at the high gloss paint job and dark tinted windows, you had to admit it was a beautiful car. You made your way upstairs, locking the door behind you walking to the bedroom, laying down on the bed closing your eyes. "Keep an open mind y/n." You said to yourself, drifting off determined tomorrow would be a good day.

ooOOoo

You pulled up to Thor's office, seeing the majority of the lights off inside. Ignoring the knot in your stomach you got out, and headed inside "open mind." You muttered to yourself, going in seeing no one at the desk. Had they all gone home..you thought, slowly walking around the desk "hello?" You called out, getting no response you quietly made your way to Thor's office, a shiver running through you at the silence. You walked up to the door, lifting your hand to knock when you heard voices inside making you freeze. "I told you brother, I have it under control." You heard Thor's voice sound from inside "then when? You cannot keep up this charade much longer." You assumed was Loki "I told you...Tonight." Thor said when you heard shuffling "everything is prepared, do not worry yourself " Thor said sternly when you heard the handle on the door clink.

"Ah, y/n! Did I keep you waiting?" Thor asked opening the door. "N..no! I just got here and was about to knock" you smiled when Loki came up next to him "Well I must be going, have a good night." Loki said, smiling down at you as he walked past. "Come in, have a seat." Thor said waving you on. You sat on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with your shirt watching him walk over to a small table "coffee? I know I need some." He asked laughing "oh..sure." You said looking around. He walked over, handing you a cup before taking the seat across from you "so y/n, tell me about your week." He smiled taking a drink. You watched him nod as you told him about Shaun, about how his fit caused you to get suspended.

"So when do you return to work?" He asked crossing one leg over the other "In a week. My boss said I need to get my life together." You laughed hearing him hum. "You better drink that before it gets cold." He said pointing at the cup. Bringing it to your lips you winced at the bitter taste "mm..no sugar." You said hearing him laugh "it is bad for you" he smiled. "Now, what do you intend to do about your ex?" He asked eyeing you "well, he said I'm not worth it so I think he'll leave me alone." You huffed a small laugh "you are very much worth it." Thor snapped making you jump "you are smart, funny, beautiful.." he trailed off as your mind registered something.."beautiful" the world reverberated in your head.

"Y/n..where did you go?" You heard, a hand on your knee pulling you back to now "sorry, lost in thought." You sighed, taking a big gulp of coffee wanting to finish it as soon as possible but not be rude. "Well if you wish I could help you file a restraining order, do you think that would help?" He asked "a...a what...I'm sorry..." you said looking over at him, watching him set his cup down before sitting back taking his glasses off "I only wish to protect you y/n." He said, placing them in his pocket "what do you mean?" You asked, your mouth suddenly feeling dry making you take another drink "you are so stubborn." He sighed crossing his arms. "I..I don't know..." you trailed off. Your vision swimming as he leaned forward

"If you will not take care of yourself, then I shall." He said sternly. Seeing dark spots in your vision you felt the cup slip from your hand, landing on the floor with a thud. "T..thor...whats...." you tried, your mouth feeling like cotton as you tried to speak. "Just relax, everything will be fine." He smiled. You tried to get up, your head spinning brining you to your knees "p.please...what's ha...happening?" You asked, your eyelids suddenly getting heavy as you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, a grey blotch appearing in front of you when you felt something on your chin, tilting your head up. "I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you again muffin." His voice echoed through your mind as you felt your eyelids drop, darkness surrounding you as you tumbled onto the void.

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cami-stuffs · 6 months

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Pushing Towards You

Chapter 11: Party Night

After a week, Calista was already acquainted with her leading roles at work. Her staff was collaborative, and she was having a good time. During the week, she received a visit from her boss, Rashid Sharma, who invited her for lunch that afternoon.

"I'm sorry for not having visited you before, Ms. Cos'Anto; with our upcoming raising funds party, I had a lot on my plate." They were sitting in the hospital cafeteria, and Rashid started the conversation.

"Please, call me Calista, Mr. Sharma. About the visit, there is no problem. I had a great first week. People here are very receptive." Calista answered him with a sincere smile.

"Call me Rashid, please." He said, bowing his head. "So, are you already adapted?"

"Oh, yes. As I said, people are eager to help each other." Calista said.

"That's great. So, may I expect to see you at our party on Friday night?" Rashid asked with an inviting smile.

"Absolutely. I'll be there with my partner." Calista confirmed.

"Marvellous," Rashid answered. "By the way, an important geneticist will visit us this week. He is an outcast, and his research relies on the inherited outcast's powers. Maybe you would like to talk to him. Outcasts in that high position are rare."

"How interesting! I want to talk to him, indeed. This is a subject that catches my attention." Calista was thinking about Ártemis. "As you know, I have a daughter, Ártemis. She is a shapeshifter, and no one in my family is."

"It is rare." Rashid agreed. "And her father? Was he an outcast?"

"The donor was a normie. Gaia and I used a sperm bank, and according to his profile, he was a normie. But who knows? Many outcasts prefer not to identify themselves." It was the first time Calista thought about the donor. Seeing Ártemis and Larissa together induced Calista to fantasize about many possibilities. Now, there was the donor.

"I dare say you'll have much to talk about them." Rashid smiled. "I am trying to hire him. It will be quite an acquisition for our team. Perhaps he considers it as a possibility to stay around." He confessed his motivation.

"Is he going to be at the party?" Calista asked.

"Yes. He is going to arrive Friday morning. Would you like me to introduce him to you at the party already?" Rashid was beaming.

"That would be lovely. It is not the right place to discuss this subject, but maybe I can call his attention." Calista wanted to cope with Rashid. She had an interest in that research.

"Well...I'm afraid duty calls me. Thank you for the company, Calista. I'll see you on Friday night, them." Rashid stood up and bowed to Calista before leaving.

"See you on Friday, Rashid." Calista bowed back.

Calista decided to google the geneticist and his research at home. This was a chance to understand Ártemis' powers and if she was connected somehow to Larissa. Besides, there was the slight possibility that the donor was an outcast, which would raise questions.

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Friday came, and Calista waited for Larissa to pick her up at home. At 06:00 p.m. sharp, Larissa called Calista.

L: Hello, my darling. I just arrived.

C: Hey, Riss. I'm coming.

Calista was wearing a suit set with high heels, less comfortable than she was used to but still manageable for a party night after working. Larissa, on the other hand, was wearing a silver dress, a coat, gloves, and heels. Calista was used to Larissa's glamour; she's always been like this. For Calista, it was a mystery how Larissa could be so well dressed for any occasion. Even when Larissa came to spend time with her at home, she wore fancy clothes.

"You are gorgeous, my love!" Calista pecked a kiss on Larissa's lips. She couldn't get enough of Larissa's magnificence.

"Thank you, my dear. You are beautiful, as always. The most beautiful, as your name says." Larissa blushed and kissed Calista's hand just before opening the car door for her.

They were talking about their week when Calista remembered she hadn't heard from Ártemis yet.

"Did you talk to Ártemis this week?" Calista asked Larissa, checking her phone—no messages from her daughter.

"I couldn't find time, honey, I'm sorry." Larissa eyesided Calista. "The first week of classes is busy. Have you not talked to her yet?"

"No. She didn't call or text me." Calista signed. "This makes me have dichotomous feelings. On the one hand, if she doesn't reach me, it is because she is having a great time. And I am thrilled. On the other hand, I miss her!" Calista pouted at that.

Larissa chuckled. "Your girl is growing up, darling." she grabbed Calista's hand and kissed lightly. "Don't worry, she is okay."

"I know. Ártemis has Gaia for sentimental reasons; she has you for the academic ones and has me for anything she wants." Calista listed. "If she didn't look for any of us, I'm sure she is good."

"I can assist her in anything she needs. Not only for academics." Larissa said gently.

"I know, babe." Calista heart was full of love now. "I don't know if she knows that. But I do."

"I'll make sure she does," Larissa told more to herself than to Calista.

"What about Gaia?" Calista was curious about her ex-wife's first week.

"Well... I must say that Gaia is a masterpiece for our faculty members." Larissa was beaming. "I had some feedback from students, and they loved her classes. I'll meet her tomorrow after lunch to congratulate her."

"Wow... This is outstanding news." Calista was truly happy for Gaia. "Nevermore was her life dream. She deserves to be successful."

"You two are good friends, aren't you?" There was no jealousy in Larissa's words.

"We are, indeed. Our relationship started with us being good friends. She was a good partner, and she is a good mother for Ártemis." Calista opened her heart to Larissa. "The fact that it didn't work out for us doesn't mean I want her badly. For romantic purposes, we don't match anymore. But she is a good friend."

Calista stared at Larissa after that speech, and the woman had a soft smile on her face.

"That is why I think she has to know about us first," Larissa said, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Are you not jealous?" That was not Calista's point, but she wanted to make sure her words didn't make Larissa feel uncomfortable.

"Not at all. Not from Gaia. I can see you are good friends. She is the mother of Ártemis, and she has her heart in place. I don't have any reason to feel jeopardized by her." Larissa was being sincere, and Calista could see it.

That mature attitude caught Calista's breath. Maybe twenty-two years apart was what they needed to spend the rest of their lives together. Calista couldn't conceive a life without Larissa anymore.

"We're here, darling." Larissa ripped Calista out of her thoughts.

"Let's show them your beautiful ass, then, my love," Calista smirked, making Larissa giggles and flush.

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Calista and Larissa were having fun at the party. Calista introduced Larissa to her colleagues as her partner, making Larissa's eyes shine. At some point, they were standing up in front of their table, and Larissa was hugging Calista from behind and sipping her champagne. Calista was moving slightly at the sound of the music, rubbing her ass in Larissa's front. Suddenly, Calista felt a bulge in her back and froze.

"What is that?" Calista turned her head to Larissa without moving her body away from the woman.

"What can I say, honey? Being introduced as your partner and having you grind me awake something down here." Larissa lowered her voice but kept her look at the band, who was playing.

"Yeah...I can feel that awakening." Calista said, making Larissa giggle. "Oh...there comes my boss, Mr. Rashid Sharma. Behave yourself."

"Would you like me to..." Larissa started.

"Nope. Keep it awake. Just come closer." Calista smirked, pressing Larissa's front.

"Naughty girl," Larissa whispered and adjusted herself, putting more pressure on Calista's back.

Rashid approached the couple with a bright smile and was accompanied by a tall black man, unknown by Calista.

"Ms. Cos'Anto. Good evening. Nice to see you." Rashid gently kissed Calista's hand.

"Mr. Sharma. Good evening. I want to introduce you to my partner, Larissa Weems." At that, Calista felt the knot twitch in her back.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Weems. I'm Rashid Sharma." Rashid kissed Larissa's hand as well.

"Likewise, Mr. Sharma," Larissa answered with a smile.

"Ladies, I shall introduce you both to Mr. Diallo Maina. He is a geneticist and will visit us for this next month." Rashid gave a meaningful look to Calista.

Calista and Larissa greeted the doctor, who answered softly and kindly.

"Ms. Weems, may I ask you, are you also an outcast?" Rashid was trying to start a conversation.

"I am, indeed, Mr. Sharma. I'm a shapeshifter." Larissa said openly. She knew from Calista that Rashid was a gorgon.

"Wow... You are rare!" Diallo intervened.

"Are you Ártemis' mother? Your daughter is also a shapeshifter, isn't she, Ms. Cos'Anto." And he had it. Rashid took the attention of the geneticist.

"Unfortunately, I'm not Ártemis mother. But yes, she is also a shapeshifter." Larissa anticipated.

"My ex-wife, Gaia, is Ártemis' other mother," Calista explained. "We used a sperm bank, and the donor was a declared normie."

"Is there any shapeshifter in your family?" Diallo was curious.

"No, there isn't, Mr. Maina," Calista answered, looking at the doctor. "I'm a telekinesis, and nobody in my family is a shapeshifter."

"How interesting," Diallo said, looking from Larissa to Calista. "Shapeshifters are rare, and you have two around you, Ms. Cos'Asanto: a daughter and a partner."

"Yeah... I'm a lucky woman." Calista answered, sipping her wine. The bulge became harder in her back.

"How long have you been together?" Diallo asked directly to Larissa at this time.

"Well... We have studied together at Nevermore Academy about 32 years ago. Back then, we were seeing each other, if you know what I mean." Larissa blushed at that. "After graduation, we followed different paths, and we reunited again less than a month ago."

"So, you didn't see each other for 32 years after graduation?" Diallo proceeded.

"School reunion," Calista said.

"Sorry?" Diallo was confused now.

"Ten years after graduation, we've been together at the school reunion," Calista explained.

"And...Have you..." Diallo cleaned her throat and lowered her voice. "Sleep together?"

At this point, Calista felt the bulge disappear, and Larissa tightened the grip on her hips. Calista didn't mention her suspicions about Ártemis' heritage to Larissa. Then, she pressed Larissa's thigh to ease the blonde.

"I'll talk to some investors and leave you here with this conversation." Rashid blushed and left in a hurry.

"I'm sorry if I made you both uncomfortable." Diallo looked ashamed.

"That was my fault, Mr. Maina. Allow me to explain." Calista retrieved her phone from her purse and showed a photo of Ártemis to him. "This is my daughter, Ártemis. Does she remind you of somebody?"

The doctor turned his attention to the phone and then raised her eyes to Larissa.

"Are you sure you are not the mother?" He asked Larissa.

"I would know if I had a child, doctor." Larissa was now offended. "Besides, I'm a woman. That is not even possible."

"Have you shifted?" Diallo asked. The question took Calista and Larissa by surprise. "Have you shifted back then, at the school reunion?"

"I...I....How do you know?" Larissa was embarrassed and looking for answers in Calista's eyes. They talk between whispers in the middle of the party.

"Let me explain more clearly to you, Ms. Weems." He began. "My research is about inherited outcast's powers. I study to comprehend how our powers are passed between lineages. To understand how an outcast is born with an ability different from her parents. You and the girl, Ártemis, are both shapeshifters. And it seems that the bond between you is Ms. Cos'Anto."

Larissa looked puzzled at Calista.

"That is the point, Mr. Maina." Calista was anxious to explain. "We've been together at the school reunion. Larissa...shifted." She blushed at this point. "But, Ártemis was born seven years later, and, well, Larissa is a woman. Even if... You know... She can shift." Calista stopped herself.

"That information makes everything more intriguing," Diallo said. Calista and Larissa looked at him, seeking answers. "This is not the place to discuss this further, but I shall give a small explanation before letting you enjoy the rest of the party."

At this, the three retreated to a quieter corner of the room.

"During my duties, I've seen women shapeshifters being able to get their partners pregnant. They can shift not only their genitals but also the gamete. I mean, from an egg cell to a sperm." He stopped at that, waiting for a response from the women. But Calista and Larissa were baffled.

He resumed the explanation. "That would require a large amount of energy and specific abilities from the shapeshifters, and only girls could born from this. Although the gamete can change, genes remain the same." He paused once more, and yet the other two were in deadly silence. "There is a considerable gap between the last sexual encounter between you two and the girl's birth. But, I dare say there is some connection between you, Ms. Weems, and your daughter, Ms. Cos'Anto."

"But I didn't know I was qualified for doing that. How could that be possible?" Larissa was beginning to understand what didn't make it easier.

"I don't know. But I must say I would like to investigate more. I shall say that the bond is nothing like parenthood because Ms. Cos'Anto didn't get pregnant that night. But I should risk saying that your genes, somehow, are in the girl." At this, he finished and waited for their reaction. Calista and Larissa just stared at each other. "I guess it is a lot of information to digest. I'll leave you both to discuss it with each other. I'll be here for next month, Ms. Cos'Asanto. You can reach me anytime. Have a nice party, Ladies." Diallo bowed and left.

Larissa leaned on the wall and pulled Calista towards her. They were facing each other now.

"How long have you been thinking about that, Lis?" Larissa was astonished by what she just heard.

"I've always thought Ártemis was different from my family." Calista raised her eyes to Larissa. "But since I saw you together, I wondered if you were related. Until now, I didn't have the background to support my hypothesis."

Larissa had her thoughts away, and her eyes wandered around the room.

"Are you mad? About me not sharing this with you?" Calista felt anxious.

"Mad? Not at all, my love. I was thinking about the possibility of having my genes in Ártemis." Larissa had her eyes wide open. "I know this does not make me her mother, but as if she was part of me."

"Maybe she is. Who knows?" Calista gave Larissa a soft smile and the hands around her neck. And, then, the bulge was back. "And what is this now?" she smirked.

"I don't know. The remote chance of getting you pregnant makes me want to practice it." Larissa grinned. "And I have a proposition for you."

"Oh yeah? Tell me what it is." Calista caressed Larissa's neck and gently rubbed the bulge with her lower core.

"What about me making a generous donation now, and then we leave for your apartment so you can help solve this tiny issue?" Larissa lowered her eyes and winked at Calista.

"I have a counterproposition, then." Calista bit her lips. "What about you making a generous donation now, and then we leave for a hotel room here in Burlington?"

"I like the way you think, Ms. Cos'Asanto." Larissa pulled Calista closer, and the bulge twitched. "Wait for me at the exit, my love." Suddenly, the node was gone, and Larissa pecked Calista's lips before she left.

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Once a Coward

I apologize for this, I never thought I would ever write about the coward himself, but I had a lot of fun writing this and am actually proud of it. It is dedicated to @twitchydownfall So please give it a read! word count - 3.6k Please remember MDNI - this is SMUT - only read is 18+

This is the OC in the story - Cassie Blanc

Her desk had papers scattered all over, files stacked high, her glasses making indents in her skin as she rested her head on her forearms watching her co-workers rush around in a panicked stat. They had received word that some higher ups were coming past today, and they all wanted to make an impression. Working in the records department for the Ministry was a challenge but Cassie liked a challenge, having to suck up to officials was the bane of her existence. Cassie didn’t care for them, she cared that it was too damn hot in this stuffy office and regardless of the windows being opened it did not relieve her one bit. The buttons on her shirt undone a little lower than any of the other modest women in her department, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and her shoes discarded under her desk. A heavy sigh, lifting her arms above her head, pulling herself into a satisfying stretch. Looking down at her desk, at the papers she continued on with her work, the quicker it was done, the quicker she could sink herself into a pint. It was nearing the days end, and her co-workers had started to ease their concerns of the higher ups visit. The click of the door and the loud booming voice startled everyone. “Good Afternoon, all of you!” The older man’s voice was gravelly, like he had been smoking cigar’s his entire life. Five different men made their way into the uncomfortable office, Cassie’s boss was the first to greet the older gentleman, shaking his hand vigorously. All the staff, including her gave a short bow to the official figure. As she raised from the bent position, her eyes were drawn to one of the men that stood there, awkwardly. She snickered to herself, he had grown taller, a bit bigger than when she saw him last, his face not as round but it was undoubtedly him. “Ms. Blanc, here please…” Cassie’s boss called for her, his hand gesturing her to come forth. She rolled her eyes at this display; just fucking get it over with so she can drink. She walked towards the men; a sickly-sweet smile spread across her face. “Sir, I would like to introduce you to one of my best workers. Cassie Blanc.” Her bosses’ hand was on the small of her back. She took a step forward, hand reached out towards the older gentleman, who reluctantly took it. A soft shake, a courtesy smile. She took a step to the side, allowing the men to continue their conversation, her presence now in front of the man she recognised. She watched his eyes drag over her appearance, her pinned up black hair half fallen out and slightly curled due to sweat and the heat, the way her shirt was slightly undone, her skirt that was tied to the side, showing a little too much knee. She watched his gaze settle on her feet, shoeless, only wearing her stockings. She wiggled her toes, a bright red blush crept underneath his round glasses. “Hello, Duncan. It’s been a while.” Cassie battered her eyelashes at him. “Hello, Ca-ssie. Yes… it has been.” His voice cracking slightly, the other men that accompanied him trying to contain their laughter. She shot them a glance, gods she disliked those type of men. They stood there in silence while the men spoke to each other about meaningless business, her boss laughing at unfunny jokes, and inviting each other out for a drink which she knew would never come to fruition. She spotted Duncan’s gaze settle back on her, the blush slightly returning to his cheeks. She wondered if he was remembering their little game of truth or dare in seventh year.

~~ A large group of them had sunk themselves into a couple of bottles of fire whiskey during a Quidditch match party and decided it would be a smart idea to play a few rounds of a childish game, ‘truth or dare’. Most of them just wanted an excuse to sneak off and snog one another. She was drunk enough to think it was a good idea, a couple of rounds had passed, and they had found out a lot about everyone involved. Sebastian and ‘the new fifth year’ had slept together in some precarious places, Poppy had an older boyfriend who had graduated a year prior, Garreth and Imelda had snogged each other a couple of times, and Duncan had never kissed anyone. Everyone made jokes towards the Ravenclaw, Ominis laid into him in particular. Cassie felt a little sorry for him, call it pity in a way. It was Leander’s turn, he picked Cassie as his target. “Alright, Blanc… Truth or Dare.” Leander asked. “Dare.” She was always an overly confident Slytherin. “I dare you…” Leander looked around at the group, a smug smirk spread across his lips. “to take Puffskein Dunkein into a broom closet and make out with him.” Leander’s eyebrow raised at the request. Cassie copied the smug look, pulling herself up from the ground, walking over to Duncan and outstretching her hand. “What you say, Duncan?” He just looked up at her, in disbelief and embarrassment, not a word spoken from the boy. He took her hand and Cassie dragged him into the hall and to the nearest empty broom closet. It was dark and a little cramped, she pulled her wand from her pocket and casted lumos before setting her wand on a shelf. Duncan was avoiding eye contact, no matter where her head moved, his moved the opposite direction. A soft sigh, her back against the shelves that lined the closet. They could just stay here for a few minutes then leave and say the deed was done, none of them would be wiser and Duncan could graduate being less of a joke amongst her friends. A few silent minutes had passed, he had just stood there fidgeting with his hands. Cassie’s impatience was beginning to grow, maybe she could have some fun with the coward.

“You know Duncan, it’s alright if you are nervous. I was too for my first kiss.” Her voice was deliberately meek.

“I’m not… nervous.”

“Oh, you’re not. My mistake.” She chuckled to herself, his eyes catching her smirk. She was finally able to see part of his face, his cheeks looked like they would burn if you touched them. She so badly wanted to find out. He still fiddled with his fingers, low in front of him, almost on purpose. A small snicker brushed passed Cassie’s lips, she leaned a little lower against the shelf, resting her elbows behind her. She lifted her foot and dragged it up the inner part of his leg, frightening Duncan, he stumbled back into the shelves behind him. Still within proximity of her foot, she continued to graze over the fabric of his pants. His hands clasping shut in front of him, his voice stammering for words.

“What’s wrong, Duncan… not enjoying yourself?” Cassie tilted her head to the side in question, waiting for a response.

Nothing came from the flustered boy. She continued to drag her foot higher up his thigh, softly jostling the fabric against his skin. A squeaky, cracked moan filled the space between them, Duncan’s eyes snapped to hers in embarrassment. She smiled and continued her journey upwards. She gently kicked his hands out of the way before resting the sole of her shoe against the tightness in his trousers.

“All flustered over the idea of a kiss, are we?” She mused.

His hands pushing her foot away, turning his head to the side. “No need to tease me about it. It’s not like you would actually kiss me anyways.” Duncan sounded sad.

That sounded like a challenge, and Cassie loved a challenge. She took a step towards him, her hands reached for those burning cheeks, pulling his focus back to her. Her eyes widened at the state of him, half teary eyes. Something in her awoke that day, something sadistic, it made her heart sing. She pulled Duncan in by the cheeks, her lips crashing into his roughly, quickly. Their glasses clinking together for a moment before she adjusted.

All she could taste was fire whiskey and mint, he must have brushed his teeth before coming to the party. Smart boy. Her hands ran up into his hair, pulling him into her and pulling them back against the shelves. She ran her hands down to his, places them on her waist. Knowing he wouldn’t do it on his own. The kiss was a little clunky, awkward, but fine for his first. He could only get better from her, she thought.

She ran her tongue against the seam of his lips, they slightly parted to allow entry. Her tongue tangled with his, he was like a fish out of water. She could feel his hands shake slightly against her, also feel his excitement pressed into her lower abdomen. She rolled her body into his, catching his whimpers in her mouth. His kiss becoming a bit more frantic, tasting a bit salty now, she moved against him again, his hands gripped at her skirt, her waist, his fingers dug into her. She gave in for a moment, a moan being pulled from within. Duncan shuttered at the noise, a harsh grown echoing in the small space. They both paused for a moment, his head rested on her shoulder, his breathing was ridged. He pushed himself back, reality dawning on both of them. Cassie’s smirk was insufferable, Duncan’s face was a million different shades of red, his cheeks tear stained. She cocked her head to one side “Did you just…?” eyebrow raised. His gaze adverted hers. He sniffled to himself. She pushed herself off the shelf, taking a step towards him, her hand settling against his crotch. “Shame, I would have loved to have seen how much you cried with my hand wrapped around your cock. Maybe next time.” She gave a firm squeeze, a wink, before she grabbed her wand and left him alone. ~~

Cassie smiled at him, his gaze once again adverting her. A few more moments and pleasantries between the men passed, before they announced their departure. Duncan followed behind them, still sheepish in demeanor, before leaving the office he glanced back at her. She gave him a familiar wink, his eyes widened, hitting the door frame before rushing out of the office entirely. --- Finally, the day had ended, able to leave that stuffy office and sink herself into a few pints before heading home. Her co-workers had joined her, some in celebration of a successful visit, some just in dire need of comfort. They engaged in meaningless conversation and drank their selves stupid. It was roughly six pints in that Cassie realised she had forgotten some take home work that she was meant to complete over the weekend, for fuck sake. She was too eager to escape, thankfully the Ministry was on her way home, an easy run in and out. After another round of drinks, she decided it was time to make the trek back to the office before heading home to be swallowed by her bed. She said her goodbyes and stepped out into the still warm night; the streets were littered with patrons on various journeys of their own. Some being pulled into alleyways for secret affairs, some fighting with others over stupid issues, and some just enjoying the night. The Ministry halls were quiet, dimly light at this hour. She wondered lazily through the passageways, normally having to push past loiterers, officials or just your general annoyance. Her office was on the sixth floor, down a corridor that ended with her boss’s office. She rounded the corner, her eyes drawn to the door at the end of the corridor with a window of half glazed glass. The light was still on, two figures could be seen every now again moving back and forth. The closer she got, the noises a bit more prominent. Her eyes rolled a little to hard, she wondered which new girl would be joining them at the beginning of the following week. “Anything for a promotion, I guess.” Cassie muttered to herself, as she pushed the door to the office open. Leaving it ajar for the bit of light her boss’s office gave, she moved towards her desk. Leaning over she flipped through the files on her desk, she picked out the ones labelled ‘urgent’. She doubted they were actually urgent, more likely last minute and her boss was clearly to preoccupied to do them himself. “Umm… excuse me?” A familiar voice appeared behind her. Cassie turned her head towards the door, meeting Duncan’s eyes. “Can I help you, Duncan?” “I was meant to give these to your boss, but he’s umm…” He raised his hand, holding some files. He paused at the thought of what was happening behind that closed door. “In a meeting.” She chuckled, shifting herself to face him, he nodded. “I can take those for you, I’ll make sure he gets them.” Cassie held out her hand, Duncan slowly walked over to her. “Thank you, it’s very important that he gets these.” His voice was soft, handing over the files. Cassie nodded, taking them, and placing them on her desk. She brought her attention back to Duncan, who was just standing there, in all his awkwardness. “Is there something else, Duncan?”

“It was… umm…” He paused for another moment “really good to see you again.” A small smile graced his face. She leant her head down, grabbing his attention. “Really good to see you as well.” The alcohol had really settled in “It brought back such a fond memory from seventh year.” Her lips pulled into a faint smirk. Duncan’s eyes snapped to her “Oh, is that so…” She could see the faintest tinge of red to his cheeks. “Yeah, it is. You know I was thinking…” She observed his expression “I do believe this could be ‘next time’” A playful wink directed at him. He stuttered at her remark, unable to give a coherent answer. Cassie reached her hands out, looping her fingers between his belt and trousers, giving a small tug towards her. His feet stumbled forwards, knocking into her, and pushing her backside into her desk, his hands caching himself on her desk. “Only if you want too though.” She purred into his ear, watching a shiver run through him and his head nod slightly. Her lips skimmed his cheek, she could feel the warmth against her skin. His head moved instinctively; their lips brushed together. Her tongue wet hers slightly, pressing themselves together feverishly. He still tasted of mint, but a little sweeter this time. Their glasses scraped against each other’s, before adjusting. The kiss wasn’t awkward, her mind flashed at the thought of him kissing other women. A slight pang of jealously crept in, her fingers pulling at the belt tighter. A shaky gasp caught on her tongue, the hands that had been beside her started grabbing at her hips, forcing her up onto her desk. Her skirt was being gathered between them; Duncan pulled her thighs into him. His arousal pressing into her core, her hips rolled against him. Both moaning at the friction, her fingers slid to the buckle, quickly undoing his belt. Her fingers fiddling with his trouser buttons. She slightly broke apart from the kiss “I see you’re not a coward anymore.” Whispering into his ear, she felt him slightly twitch against her. Both pausing at the sudden movement. Fuck she loved the panicked look that grew on his face, finally it was ‘next time’. Not wanting this to pass, she slipped her hand into her pocket, grasping her wand and accio’d the chair that was placed under the desk behind him. Giving him a slight push on the chest, Duncan fell back into the chair. Breathy and panting lightly, she dragged her eyes over him. His face flushed, eyes darting between her face and her legs, which were still parted from him, and his undone trousers that still looked too tight. “Take your trousers off.” She ordered. He shuffled in the chair, pushing his trousers down around his ankles. “Good boy.” A pleased hum directed towards him. Cassie slipped her shoes off, hitting the ground. She rested both her feet on his thighs, rubbing them in place against his skin. The whimpers that left him, made her stomach tighten. Her foot ran higher, settling on his erection, she leaned back on her desk, papers under her palms.

Her eyes narrowed on him “Coward.” His hips slightly bucked into her foot, whimpering again at the touch. Cassie sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down. “Again, coward.” His hips rolled again, harder this time. His whimpers turning into needy moans. She jerked her foot over his length, watching it twitch and leak against her foot, seeping into her skin-coloured stockings. Her toes brushed against his tip, his eyes flickered shut, lips pressed tightly together. Her foot pressed firmly into him “Eyes open, Duncan… don’t want to miss anything.” Almost commanding, she watched as his eyes slowly opened. Cassie slid her hand between her thighs, pressing her index and ring finger into the soft cotton of her undergarments. She gently rubbed against her core, the material quickly becoming damp at her touch. Slow, deliberate mewls escaped her. She could feel Duncan rutting himself against her foot, his hands began caressing her calves. Fuck it felt good, she almost let herself cave at his touch. She could hear his desperate attempts to relieve himself. Snatching her leg back, and resting it against the armrest of the chair, her fingers working slightly faster. Oh gods, it really did feel good to be watched. She quickly disposed of her undergarments, digging her nails into her stocking, making an opening for her fingers. Duncan’s hand grasped himself, working himself over. Cassie would allow it for now, she needed him close for her plan to work. His noises filled her ears, she was always fond of men that were noisy in this regard. Her fingers sunk in-between her folds; she hadn’t realised how wet she was. Making herself whine desperately, fingers pushing in further. “Ahh… fuck~ “ Her voice was strained, she chased the building feeling that was coming from deep within. Duncan’s hand was working faster, fucking merlin she needed to finish before him. His staggered moans, half needy whimpers hit her like a Graphorn. Her legs shook, a loud, unrestrained moan was pulled from her. Her slick coating her fingers, her palm. Sliding her fingers out slowly, eye contact not breaking from Duncan’s. She slid her bum off the desk, her legs resting on each side of Duncan’s thighs. Clicking her tongue at him, she seated herself in his lap, pulling his hand from himself. A whine in protest, her slick, wet hand wrapped around his cock, deliberately pulling at him, coating him in her own arousal. “One rule, cowards aren’t allowed to cum until I say… unless you want me to punish you.” She watched as Duncan swallowed the saliva in his mouth, his throat bobbing at her demand. Her hand worked over his shaft, occasionally brushing her thumb across his leaking tip. His noises were full of shame, pitiful begs, and soft sobs as tears welled in his eyes. This is what she wanted to see, Duncan a complete and utter mess. Her hand pumped a little faster, his hips jerking upwards following the motion. “Does that feel good, Duncan?” Her breath tickling his ear. “Mhmm…” A sob filled muffle; Cassie shook her head in disapproval. “Words, coward!” His slightly puffy eyes back on her, his cheeks wet, stained with his tears. A cluster of short sniffles, clearing his throat “Y-es… really… ahh- good.” Her hand gripped tighter, Duncan let out a loud gasp.

Her motion was tender, drawing his cries out further. His head falls back, Cassie’s tongue is against the bare skin of his neck, tracing along his jaw. She dragged it up his cheek, a salty taste on her tongue. “You are being such a good little coward for me, Duncan.” She purred into his ear, his length twitching against her thrusts. His head still pressed back into the chair, unable to muster a response. Duncan’s desperate cries of needing relief, her hand relentlessly teasing him. She slipped her free hand in-between his thighs, her fingers lightly grazing against his balls. He looked terrifically pitiful, her smile devilish. Cassie worked her hand rougher, faster. The other hand squeezing tightly on him. She observed his chest struggling to breath, his needy pathetic cries meld with his moans, his hips grind into her palm. “Cum, coward.” Her voice almost satisfied at the sight. Choked wails rushed from Duncan, his body convulsing under the pressure that had been pushed down. “Ahh-shi--t” Shuddering as her hand continued to stroke him, his cum sprinkled on his white cotton shirt, her fingers coated in the warm liquid as it dribbled down. He was a panting, shaky, sniveling mess. Cassie was delighted at the sight, a dream truly come true. Her clean hand slid into Duncan’s hair, pulling his eyes to her roughly. She pushed her coated fingers into her mouth, tongue lapping up the mess Duncan had made of them. Pulling them free, she pressed her lips up against his. Forcing his mouth open, she raised herself slightly, allowing gravity to distribute the contents into his mouth. Breaking briefly, she commanded “Swallow!” which Duncan was reluctantly to accept, but his throat bobbed as his own mess slid down his throat. Cassie pushed herself off the man, feet finding balance on the floor once more. She collected herself, undergarments and shoes, the files for home before running a finger under his chin, lifting his head up slightly. A knowing wink “Until next time, Duncan.”

#hogwarts legacy #duncan hobhouse x F!OC #duncan hobhouse smut #i am sorry #im not really #i had way too much fun with this

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samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires · 8 months

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BELOW THE SURFACE: CHAPTER ONE: A Petal's Decay:

A/N: Hello hello hello! Thank you to those who participated in the poll of if I should cross post: the most answers were for yes! So here we are...and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! That is a HUGE HUGE HUGE blessing to me. Seriously, I cannot thank you enough for how happy this makes me feel. So now, as a thank you for your support through my rambunctious posts and chaotic DMs, I present to you...

Below the Surface: A 2023 Lackadaisy Fanfiction...now posted here, there, and NOW on Tumblr. Enjoy!

"His voice means to deceive you...my voice just wants to lead you...Below the Surface."

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The smell of cigarettes was heavily sticking in the air. An overwhelming warmth accompanied it in the suite. The night was muggy, hence why she locked up all the windows. It was a warm Missouri night: yet Lacrimosa Ambrose was far from tired, despite how late it was.

She was in her lavish flapper dress, consisting of pigments of indigo and black. She had toed off her shoes and let the feather boa around her slip down, softly and caressing her arms. Tonight was a rather eventful night for the jazz singer: she really brought the blues out in her sultry voice. She was fawned over by many men, and she adored the attention secretly: yet she never wanted anything serious with anyone, as she was a lone wolf in the relationship department. However…no one ever asked about her… side hustle, regarding her occupation in the Rose Brigade: she was the boss after all …

That’s good: if people became suspicious, she would end up shooting some people in the head with her Colt M1911 pistol…she’d thank her husband for that lovely gift…if he weren’t dead.

She got up off her couch, sauntering over to her phone as she spun the dial numbers slowly and deliberately, and she put the phone to her ear. She sighed sharply, her pointed ears perking downwards slightly, and she took another hit from her cigarette to calm herself down.

“Mei deliciae, this is getting old…I get you’re in Hotel Maribel, but at least speed up this process.” She told the other person on the phone.

“Of course, of course! I’ve just been…under the weather.” He reassured her: Silas Tueuse, a French actor visiting Missouri with his sister Raquelle, was far from innocent…just like Ms. Lacrimosa.

“If you mean you were busy being at a damn juice joint and getting sick from drinking too much giggle water , then you are surely a fool to think you can fool me with this excuse.” Lacrimosa chided, as if she was talking to a child: from her perspective, she might as well be. She was almost twice Silas’ and Raquelle’s age, and her beauty slowly dimmed as more wrinkles showed from stress.

“Ah, shucks,” Silas hissed a bit, snapping his fingers, “that trick never works, dunnit?”

“Use proper grammar in my presence, Tueuse. I will not ask you again.” Lacrimosa twirled with her pearled necklace with a finger, and her claw retracted.

“What’s the problem with the way I speak, ma’am?”

“You and your sister come from wealthy parents, I highly expected some elegance from you.”

“Ma’am, I come from a French mother and an English father, as does my little sister: we have different ways of speaking: she’s like mother, I’m like father. So expect a bit of slip ups and slangs from us…~”

Lacrimosa internally cursed him. She sucked in a sharper breath, brandishing her cigarette. “Silas, do me a favor and get yourself in line…I won’t hesitate to lodge a bullet in your pretty little skull.” She glanced over towards an ebony desk, seeing a slightly rusted revolver, glinting a little in the soft lighting.

“...yes ma’am.”

“Are you about to go down from your room to…do the task?”

“In a few moments…after all, I am a good actor~” Silas pulled out a small vial of cyanide, playing with it. “After all, I could always slip it into a drink or two.”

“You remember the target?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll get it done as soon as I can.”

“I want you to go immediately after we finish this call: is that clear?”

Silas grimaced: “Yes, that is crystal clear, Ms. Lacrimosa.” Oh lord, what was he going to do? His sister was conked out on the hotel bed in Hotel Maribel, after drinking too many dry martinis and throwing up on herself in a not–so elegant fashion. She had changed out into something much more comfortable to sleep in.

“Good: that’s my left hand man~” Lacrimosa teased, smiling with feigned sweetness. She then hung up abruptly, the smile drooping into a deep, frustrated frown. She rubbed at her temples, leaning against the table and sighing. Her tail thumped against the wood, and she walked over to the window, opening it. The smoke and smell of cigarettes wafted out of the apartment complex, and she pressed her elbows on the windowsill, hands under her chin. Her amber eyes dulled, watching the cars, the people, and everything else slowly drift by. She craved some form of entertainment, something different from the dullness. St. Louis was a hit or miss sometimes…but soon there will be a good story: a good dose of entertainment, all thanks to the French actor Silas Tueuse. She smiled, flicking off some ash and ember, and it landed on her rose plant…the flame ate at one of the petals, and it shriveled up: she didn’t feel too bad. The poor plant was dying anyway…

Her ears flicked at the sound of a violin. She sighed almost gently, shoulders dropping. She extinguished her cigarette onto the ashtray, put her shoes back on, and grabbed her feathered boa again, wrapping it around her: the violinist lived in the exact same apartment building as Lacrimosa, and boy did she love her like a daughter. She grabbed her keys and left her apartment, locking the door and leaving. She began treading down the hallway, tail slowly swishing in sync with the violin’s notes. She hummed along to the tune. She knocked on the door at the end of the hall, and the music stopped. There were footsteps, and the door opened.

An older Sphynx with a left glass eye and scar marks stared at her, an eyebrow raised. Her cold, stern features softened slightly. Her ice blue eyes dulled, and she backed away, beckoning Lacrimosa to enter.

“Your playing is soothing, Mandisa. I enjoy it.” Lacrimosa walked into the darker apartment, and she put her arms at her sides. She gazed around with a bit of a sleepy–eyed look to her.

Mandisa smiled slightly: despite being wrinkly, she was still a bit in her youth: thirty–five was still rather young. “I’m doing it for the kids.” She told her.

“They’re asleep, yes?” Lacrimosa raised a brow.

“Both Cassandra and Malachi, yes.”

“...what about the other one?”

“Don’t you recall? He’s living with his father.”

“My condolences.”

“It’s quite alright.”

Their conversations were light, but filled with calmness and respect.

“I have another job for you, Silas, Raquelle and the others.” Lacrimosa fluffed up her boa.

“So soon?” Mandisa straightened herself up.

“Yes…Silas is already after the target. He’ll be done rather soon…but that’s not the point. We’re going after Marigold’s head honcho.”

“...really? Asa Sweet?”

“Bold, isn’t it?”

“A little tempting, but much more dangerous: don’t you remember his little shadow? James has that divot in his ear thanks to Heller’s bullet!”

“Damn…that’s right.”

“Certainly, we can’t go head on.”

Lacrimosa then grinned deviously. “Lure Heller away…as well as his little posse. We could also ruin some lives in the Little Daisy Cafe~”

Mandisa sat down, her tail curled next to her thigh. “This is…interesting.”

“In due time, everything will work out~” Lacrimosa grinned sharply, crossing one leg over the other. “Lure them all away…that way, we pluck away everything they love.”

…and this is the beginning of how things become twisted.

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Aaaaand here's chapter one! I'm going to post a chapter or two on here a day, but once I really write more in the future, the posting process fic-wise might slow down. Either way, hope you enjoy!

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Langblr Reactivation Challenge - Week 1 Days 3 & 4

Day 3: Mind Map of Vocab. Topics

I work in a school in Korea and everyone outside of the English department uses Korean (obviously), so there are a ton of words that I encounter every day that I hadn’t learned until I actually needed to know them! The above mind map shows some broad topics related to school with a few examples for each one.

Day 4: Vocab List

A full vocab. list of alllll the words that could be on my mind map would be ridiculously long, so I’m narrowing it down to the first 3 categories: admin, teachers, and subjects. AKA people & subjects (Sidenote: “선생님” is usually translated as “teacher” but it has a wider use in Korean.)

People

행정부 - administration

교장 - principal

교감 - vice principal (my school uses 교감 but 부교장 is another version for VP)

과장 - manager, head (at my school, this person is in the 행정실/admin office and is in charge of payroll)

담임 선생님 - homeroom teacher

과목 선생님 - subject teacher; usually the teachers who teach classes like art, music, PE, English, Hanja… (I am a 과목 선생님)

부장 - department head, at school it can be for a subject (ex. head of the science department) or for a grade level (ex. head of 3rd grade)

팀장 - team leader (I’ve heard my boss called both 부장님 & 팀장님)

ㅇㅇ 선생님 - this is how you call/refer to people, either by their name or subject (예: 영어 선생님 [Eng. teacher], 보건 선생님 [nurse], 김지영 선생님 [Kim Jiyoung]…), this structure is why Korean students call their English teachers “[name] teacher” instead of “Ms./Mr. [last name]”

실무사 - worker? staff member? not sure how to best translate this, but my school has staff in the faculty room who just work there (they don’t teach classes) and this is their title (although we can still address them as 선생님)

교직원 - faculty

교사 - another word for teacher, more specific than 선생님

Subjects

교과과정 - Curriculum

국어 - Korean

과학 - Science

수학 - Math

도덕 - Ethics (yes, students have a whole class on ethics, with a textbook and everything)

고전 - Classics (I’m pretty sure this class is reading-focused? My students have never told me about it…)

한자 - Hanja, aka Chinese characters

영어 - English (this is part of the national curriculum starting in 3rd grade)

체육 - PE

미술 - Art

음악 - Music

연극 - Drama/Theater

급식 - Lunch (not a subject but it’s on the schedule)

Also, a non-language aspect of working in a school that I just want to mention: everyone greets each other when passing in the hallway or wherever. Students will do a head bow + hello to the adults they pass and faculty/staff will head bow + hello to each other. It’s very cute when I run into random students in the bathroom or wherever and they’re like “오 영어 선생님이다…Hello teacher~”

#langblr reactivation challenge #langblr #studyblr #language learning #korean #한국어 #vocabulary

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chiptaylorsfirst · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you're doing well!! I am in love with your writing, it's absolutely remarkable.

Could you write a bottom James Patrick March × Top Male reader where James is exploring his sexuality with reader who is one of his maids?

Thank you sm <33

A/N: Thank you for the compliment first off and yes, of course I can write this.

Word Count: 2,433

Pairing: sub!James Patrick March x dom!male!maid!Reader

Warning: Smut, hickies, mentions of murder, slight pain kink, handjob, oral sex, anal sex

Summary: You find yourself being one of James' favorites and he requests a different favor you're more than willing to indulge in with him.

You had been speaking with Ms. Evers, trying your best to follow through with your job as one of Mr. March's devoted maids. You sighed as you finally finished all the work you were told to do and walked to the Blue Parrot Lounge, hoping for a refreshing drink. However, once you made it to your destination, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Excuse me," James said from behind you.

You tried your best to control your excitement from hearing the man's charming voice. Everyone always noticed the tension between the two of you and the unspoken chemistry that you had. You turned around, a smile on your face as you looked at the handsome man before you. "How may I help you, Mr. March?" He grabbed your hand before whispering in your ear.

"We need to talk privately in my office. I'll be there whenever you're ready." He moved away from you, walking away. You watched as he walked away and wondered what he needed to talk with you for. Had you done anything wrong? Your mind filled with panic and you asked Liz for a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves. "What's wrong, honey? You look petrified."

You sighed, taking a sip of your drink before looking up at her. "I feel like I may be in trouble with him. Did you see me do anything wrong?" She scoffed before laughing in response. "Sweetie, you can't be this clueless. It's obvious that Mr. March is experiencing a sexual panic every time he's around you. Do you pay attention to the way he always calls you for favors and nobody else? You're his favorite." You wanted to deny it but just as you thought about it, everything she'd said made perfect sense.

James would always call you whenever he wanted anything and Ms. Evers would always be jealous of you. His eyes would twinkle every time he looked at you and whenever he touched you or looked at you, it lasted a little bit longer than you'd expect. You finished your drink as you thought about the possibility of James Patrick March having a crush on you.

"Liz, wish me luck. I'm about to go talk to him." You finished off your drink, placing the glass on the table. "You got it in the bag," she encouraged, a smile plastered on her face. You walked through the many halls until you met room 64. You knocked on the door, seeing James in front of you and opening the door. "Come in." You felt nervous as you watched him lock it, wondering if he'd kill you.

"Sit anywhere you like." You sat in one of the chairs, watching as he sat down in front of you. "So, I have no idea if you're aware of this but I am quite fond of you more than any other person here. What I'm going to ask of you is utterly inappropriate considering I'm your boss and I will not be upset if you reject the request completely."

"Mr. March--" "James, you can call me James." You felt butterflies in your stomach at the privilege. "James, could you please just ask the question. You could probably ask me to do anything for you and I'd say yes." He chuckled at that, a slight blush coming over his face. "As you know, I've only courted with women and never men but I find myself having an attraction to the same sex as I would a woman. " You nodded quietly.

"Never know if you try, right," you joked. "That's actually what you're here for." Your eyes lit up at the suggestion and you wondered if he was serious. "Are you playing around or are you serious?" He stood up, walking around until he was behind you, his breath on the shell of your ear. "I've never lied to you in all the time being I've known you and you darling, are far too handsome and beautiful for me to toy with."

You felt yourself slightly harden at his words. "You want to experiment with me," you questioned. "Yes, I need to carry out my hypothesis and see if it's true. You don't feel uncomfortable with that, do you?" You swallowed a lump in your throat and looked at him. "No, I'm fine with that."

He could see the emotion on your face and tilted your chin up before kissing you. You didn't know what it ignited you but his lips against yours drove you insane. His lips were soft and the kiss started off as gentle, sweet, and tender. You raised up from the seat and got up, breaking the kiss in the process. "How long have you felt this way," you asked, removing your clothing.

"A few months after employing you," he said, already throwing some of his clothes off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He smiled, now fully naked before you. “I was nervous that I’d ruin our relationship and that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings for you.” You felt your blood rush to your nether regions as you looked at the sight before you. You hadn’t meant to stare at him for long but you couldn’t help it. His abs and muscles were perfect and you saw a cute happy trail leading to his long and pretty cock.

You hadn’t expected what you saw but you were more than happy with it. “Lay on the bed for me,” you said confidently. You watched as he did as you asked, not saying a word to you for the way you spoke to him. “I hope you enjoy your time being in control. It is not a privilege many get from me,” he said, making himself comfortable. “Really, why?” He smiled at you. “Darling, don’t tell me you don’t already know. It’s because I am not easy to control.”

You smiled as you seductively walked towards him. “That’s about to change,” you said, your voice slightly deeper and smoother than usual. When you were finally in front of him, you looked over his body and inhaled. “How far have you experimented with a man?” He looked at your eyes then your lips. This was the most flustered you’d ever seen him. “I haven’t. I only kissed you a short while ago.” You were a bit surprised that he hadn’t done anything with a man. You understood that James would always openly date women and that he never did anything in public with a man. But something about him made you feel that he at least gave in to the idea once. You put your hands around his thighs, feeling him tense.

“Relax and lay back. I’m going to try to see what all you like.” He laid down, his head hitting the soft pillows. You crawled into the bed on top of him, starting to kiss him around his neck and collarbone area. You heard him moan and groan, his breath hitching whenever you kissed a certain spot. You learned quickly and assumed it was his sweet spot. The reactions he provided you only proved you right. He started to buck up against you, trying to get some sort of relief. You slapped his thigh and you heard him groan. “You like being smacked around, James?”

“Possibly,” he responded, a smile on his lips. “Noted.” You kissed lower and lower until you were finally where he wanted you the most. You wrapped your hand around his length, taking your time as you jerked him off. You watched as he bit his lip, trying his best not to let out a sound. “No, let me hear you,” you said, still concentrating on his reactions. When you finally heard the beautiful noises he tried to contain slip from his mouth, you found yourself more turned on than you’d ever been before. You lowered your head, wanting to grant him the pleasure he’d wanted so badly. You heard him curse and you silently congratulated yourself for it. James was never one to use vulgar language and you just made him do so.

You used your hands on the part of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, which drove him insane. You did your best to remember what patterns felt the best, making your mouth work in favor of James’ pleasure. You continued to bob your head, doing your best to breathe while you did it. Pretty soon, you could feel him twitch. You immediately lifted your head and popped off of him. “What are you doing, dearest?” You smiled at him as you lined him up with your opening and prepared to sink down. “Don’t you want to cum inside of me, Mr. March?” You saw a new shade of lust in his eyes at the name. “What did I tell you about calling me that?” You got up from the bed and rummaged through some of your clothes before finding lube. You then went back before lubing up your hole and lowering yourself onto him, starting at a slow pace.

“Don’t mm, act like you don’t like it.” You let out various moans and groans at the feeling of him stretching you out as you bounced. He did too, his sounds soft and smoother than yours. You knew that it wouldn’t take much for the others in the hotel to know what the two of you were doing but you didn’t have the ability to care at the moment. How could you when you were on top of such a beautiful man all for your use who liked it as much as you did? So as you looked down at him, his head on the pillows and his eyes facing the ceiling, you wrapped your hand around his neck gently and watched as his eyes bored into yours.

“Y/N,” he moaned repeatedly, his face thoroughly flushed and his eyes blown. You could feel him twitching inside of you and you felt him wrap his hand around your length. “No, James. This is about ugh, your pleasure.” He didn’t remove his hand, only stroking you faster and making you tremble from his touch. “Fuck, Mr. March.” The two of you met your peaks at the same time and you tried your best to come down from it. You grabbed the lube, raising up off of him and laying beside him. You kissed his cheek. “You have enough energy for another round,” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“Darling, you know I am a ghost. I never tire.” You moved to where you were in between his legs and grabbed him enough to where he spread out for you. “I take that as a yes.” You put some lube on your fingers and slid one inside of him. “How does it feel?” You accidentally went a bit deeper and his words died in his throat, letting out a pornographic moan. “Good, very good.” You then decided to slide another one of your fingers inside of him, When he was stretched out enough for your liking, you lubed up your cock and his opening before closing it and throwing the container on the ground.

“This may hurt a bit but then again, you do enjoy pain,” you said, just above a mumble. He didn’t reply but by the change in his facial expression, you knew that he heard what you’d said. “Will it be bad,” he asked, slight concern in his voice. “Baby, you have nothing to worry about. If you could barely feel pain when you were alive, I don’t think you’d feel anything now.” He simply nodded and you found yourself giggling at him. “What are you laughing at?” “You’re so adorable and cute right now.” He rolled his eyes at you and you slapped his thigh. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m still in charge.”

“My apologies,” he responded. “Don’t do it again.” You lined up with his tight hole, being overly gentle as you slid inside of him. He didn’t speak until you were halfway in. “Give me a moment.” You did just that until he gave you a warning to continue. You did an experimental thrust and heard a groan from him. You took that as a sign to continue and placed his legs around your waist as you started to fuck him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, his lips kissing your neck. He sucked multiple hickies there, causing your strokes to be rougher and deeper.

You then decided to do something different, watching as his head lowered and he was on the pillows. You lowered your face next to his, then proceeded to nibble on the sensitive skin of his ear. You felt his grip on you become tighter, his eyes rolling at the action. “Fuck,” he cursed. You started to hit his prostate over and over again, the two of you both close to your release. You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts. He started to tremble and you started to twitch inside of him. You then kissed him, the feeling of him clenching around you too much to bear.

With a few more thrusts, you were filling him up with your seed and marking up every bit of exposed skin you could get to. He soon followed after you, scratching your back and shoulders as he did so. After you rode out your highs and pulled out from him, you laid on his chest, loving the feeling of him playing with your hair. “So, what did you decide?” He kissed your forehead. “I believe that the only man that I have these feelings and attractions towards is you. So, I’m definitely not just attracted to women and I don’t want what happened between us to only happen once. I want you to be mine.”

You raised up at that, a smile of joy covering your face. “Yeah?” “Yes, my dearest. But, if you’re going to spend time with me as much as I want you to, I’ll need a different maid.” You huffed at the thought. “Are you experiencing jealousy already, my love?” You nodded.

“Can’t you just increase everyone’s shift?” He looked at you for a moment, thinking to himself. “I think you should be over the maids from now on. After all, you were the best and my favorite.” The more time you spent with him, the more you enjoyed it. By the end of the day, you realized that someone may just have to kill you so you can enjoy the love of your life forever.

#james patrick march #james patrick march x reader #james patrick march smut #ahs smut #ahs fanfic #anon smut #anon request #ahs hotel

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ariyucake · 2 years

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-> 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

-> 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 . ~ ✦

-> 𝐓𝐖 : 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 ~ ✦

-> Ganyu has been stalking you for at least . . . 5 months by now . She just couldn't stop it okay ? She liked watching you sleep so peacefully at night . You were so, so, so, cute . . .

-> 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

-> I opened my phone and tapped the gallery icon, I just finished my shift and now I could admire precious [ Name ] . I scrolled through the somewhat endless gallery full of photos of [ Name ], they were all different . One which in where [ Name ] was sleeping cutely, and one which included her eating breakfast at a cafe in the early morning . [ Name ] is one of my coworkers, she was so, so, so, gentle whenever she ever did something, but somehow, she disliked me because of how I'd always be in the spotlight . Honestly, I think [ Name ] deserved to be in the spotlight for all of her hard work . . . I guess I need to ruin my reputation a bit by spilling coffee on the boss' outfit, I hope ms. Ningguang won't yell at me . . . or worse pull me by the hair .

-> 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

-> I felt kinda hot today, and kind of . . . paranoid . I felt like someone was watching me do all of my work . Whatever, I gotta give these printed - out papers to ms. Ningguang or else she'll have to scold me for giving them to her late . I stood up from my seat and neatly pushed the office chair in the desk . Ganyu had gone of to a certain cafe which I'd always go to . . . huh, weirdo . Why'd she always like and do the same things I like and do ? Well whatever, maybe it's just a coincidence . I walked my way out of my office and the door automatically closed itself . I then arrived at ms. Ningguang's office and lightly knocked on the door, I heard a ' Come in . ' and opened the door .

-> 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

" Oh hello [ Name ], are you done with the task ? " Ms. Ningguang asked as she looked at you with a charming smile, she must be in a good mood today, you hope that it doesn't get ruined . " Yes miss, here're the papers . " I said as I walked up to her and handed them to her . " Ah, your work is very nice [ Name ], you've been improving a lot ! " She says, obviously impressed of your work . " Oh wait, where's Ganyu ? " She asked suddenly . " Why ? Do you need her right now ? " You replied back as you took out your cell phone from your pocket . " Yes, I really do, can you text her to get me a coffee ? " " Oh sure miss . " You said and then opened up the messenger app . You began typing the message and sent it to her .

-> 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

-> I was already finished with my coffee, I then got a notification from dear [ Name ], ahh . . . ~ what has she sent to me ? I opened the messenger app and quietly read the message . " Hello Ganyu, sorry if this is so sudden but well, ms. Ningguang want's you to get her a coffee, she'll pay you back don't worry . " And with that, I immediately ordered for a coffee and after it was done, I headed out and went ahead to the office, oh wait, this is my chance to put [ Name ] in the spotlight now ! I then arrived at ms. Ningguang's office .

-> 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

-> Ganyu knocked on the door and heard a ' Come in . ', she twisted the door handle and went into Ningguang's office . But then, she ' accidentally ' fell and the hot coffee got splashed on Ningguang's neat clothes . Ningguang had an angry expression on her face as you tried to calm her down from yelling even more . " Ganyu, why'd you have to do this when I'm in SUCH a good mood today ? ! " " I - I'm so sorry, I p - promise that won't happen again . . . ! " Ganyu stuttered as she took out a pack of wet wipes from her pocket and handed it to Ningguang . " This is the second time that this has happened to me, I am disappointed . " " I promise it won't happen again, I'll be more careful next time . . . " You were staring at the two awkwardly, you then decided to help your boss and led her to the restroom, you even gave her an extra white shirt . " Thank you [ Name ], you're one of the most helpful workers of mine here . " Ningguang said as she seemed to have calmed down . " N - no problem miss ! " You said, seeming to have lightly blushed at the fact that for once, someone actually thanked you . Ganyu was secretly in one of the stalls of the restroom stalking you, she could feel jealous at the fact that you were so nice to the others but not her, she tried - no, did her absolute best to you, does she actually have to prove that to you ? Well, this is when the yandere part comes on .

-> 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

I was currently at [ Name ]'s home, I was wearing quite revealing clothes because I couldn't find anything else to wear . I saw [ Name ] get out of the bathroom and went up to the closet to . . . wait, I'm in the closet, oh no, oh no . . . I hope she doesn't - " Gah ! Ganyu ! What the hell ? ! What're you doing here ? ! " " I - I can explain [ Name ] ! I just wanna say that - " " You creep, get out of my home ! " She said as she tried to push me out, and I may be like a stick like her, but I'm much more stronger, so I stood up and pushed her on the floor, I pinned her down and she looked at me with the most awkward look ever . " L - look [ Name ] . . . " I started . " I just wanna say that, I can't help it, okay ? I've been stalking you for at least five months and I . . . I can't stop doing it ! I've also been very obsessive of you, help, just . . . just help me, help me to finally be with me and get rid of all of these thoughts ! " " . . . " " Ganyu, that's the most stupidest and awful thing . . . that I've ever heard ! " She said, trying to push me away from her . " I can't just . . . ! Leave you alone, I did a lot of awful things just for you ! I even slashed the throats of the people whom would always flirt with you, I even did my absolute best to not get caught with it, so please - " And then, with that, I got hit by sharp weapon or . . .

-> 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

-> Once I thought Ganyu was passed out from the intense bleeding of the vase that I'd use as a weapon, I squiggled out of her grasp and ran to my table, I took my phone and started to dial the number, 911 . " Hello, 911 here, what's your emergency ? " " Please help me, a coworker of mine turned out to be stalking me for about five months and just now she tried to kidnap me, I live in an apartment and the address is building 7, 110 . " " Alright miss, what's your name and I'll send the police to your place . " " My name is [ Name ] [ Last name ] . " " Alright, I've sent the cops to your place and they will shortly arrive in four or five minutes, go on and hide, call me when your coworker comes and I'll make the cops rush faster . " " Okay . . . " I said and then ran to the bathroom to hide .

-> 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

-> It had now been 6 minutes and Ganyu is getting arrested by the police, you were now dressed in neat clothes and watched her get arrested . ' [ Name ], once I get out, I'll come back . ' She thought as she looked back at you with her sincere eyes, and you . . . you felt weirdly bad for her . Even if you shouldn't .

-> I'm writing this even tho I'm going to church soon, gonna pray so I don't get sinned for writing this fic lol .

#Recommendations #✏ reiko writes !#genshin impact #Genshin Impact Ganyu #Yandere Genshin #Stalker Genshin #Ganyu #X Reader #Female reader #lol idk #Yandere

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btsforlif · 2 years

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Doll

Paring: Dark Steve Rogers x chubby reader/reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: dark, smut

Warnings: fingering, edging, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex ( please don't ever do this guys), breeding kink, nipple play (this is all?)

Synopsis: The guy you fell in love with changed into someone else that nobody expected him to be.

Note: I am back with my shitty writing. Hope you all like this!!(💀). This is my first fic with Steve so please no hate! ( SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE AND SPELLING MISTAKE)

You woke up feeling dizzy and your head was pounding but you knew there is no way out. Your hands and legs were tied with rope, you tried getting out of them but moving made your hands and legs hurt because of how much tight they were. "Fucking let me go" you screamed but there was no one who was listening to you. You don't know where it went all wrong because the man you started to like changed into someone else.

FLASHBACK

"Sir you called?" There were not many times your boss called you in his office but whenever he did it was always an important talk. "Ms y/n I need you to guide somebody who will be here in few minutes, if you do this job then you will get a salary raise" he said while leaning back on his chair "but sir why me?" You asked "because you are one of my favourite employer" you knew that was lie but anyways you said yes because who doesn't want more money.

"Sorry I am a little bit late because of the traffic" he came in office hurriedly, he was tall, handsome, beefy and looked so strong. "Fuck he is hot" you said in your mind. You didn't know you were staring till your boss called you "Ms y/n!" You flinched "yes sir" you replied "I called you many times" he say with a little bit of angry tone "sorry sir I must have missed that" that guy was staring at you and it was making you nervous "so meet Mr Steve Rogers and Steve this is y/n y/n/l" Steve Turned and forwards his right hand for a handshake which you took nervously.

"Hello Ms y/n/l" Steve said shaking your hand "hello Mr Rogers" you greet him back and take your hand back "so y/n I want you to guide him and he will be under you from now on" "sure sir" you replied.

"Hey so y/n can you show me your office" he asked shyly "sure we are going there" you said with no emotion because this whole deal was giving you bad vibes. Slowly slowly time went and Steve made you feel comfortable with him, he was flirty but sweet always helping you and making you blush everytime. You didn't know you were falling for him till one month got over and Steve had to go to his own office and had to do his own work.

You tried to forget him but it was hard because you were in love with him and it was hard to get over him when he always stoped at your office and gave you coffee and talked sweet to you. One day you didn't talked to him and next he was at your doorstep "why are you fucking avoiding me y/n?" He asked furiously "fuck because I like you and I can't see you talking with another women like you talk with me!" You scream while hot tears were falling out of your eyes.

END OF THE FLASHBACK

This all you remember last because when you opened your eyes you were tied down in this room. All you knew that the person who brought you here is Steve.

"Let me go!" You scream while crying "no no yet doll" Steve say while barging in through the door "I knew you were behind all this, say what do you want from me, why am I here!" You scream at him "firstly don't fucking scream and secondly you are mine that's why I brought you here so that nobody else can get you because you are M.I.N.E" he screams back at your face while holding your jaw tightly "let go of me, you are hurting me" your tears is what made him let go of your jaw "don't cry doll" he said patting your head softly.

"I will free you but you have to promise me that you will not do anything, promise me" he takes out his cutter to cut the ropes. You were so scared that no voice was coming out of your mouth "PROMISE ME!" He screams "yes yes promise I won't do anything!" You were crying hard while trying to not to sob because you don't want him to get angry "good girl" he said while cutting the ropes.

"Come with me doll, I will help you see our room" he takes your hand in his which made you flinch "our room?" You asked slowly "yes our room, you are mine and I don't want to be away from my doll" he was smiling while saying this which made you want to throw up. "This is our room princess" he says showing you around, the house was pretty big and well furnished and everything in this house looked expensive.

"Would you mind if I go and take a shower?" You asked him slowly "of course princess I will come back in 15 and yes your clothes are in that cupboard" he said pointing at the cupboard. You go in the bathroom and wait a little bit so he thinks you are removing your clothes and then you start the shower and try to find a way out, you found an small window in the bathroom that was enough for you and you try to break it but when you were trying to open it suddenly there was a hand around your neck from behind "doll what are you doing? I thought you promised me that you won't do anything" Steve said turning you around and backing you till your back was touching the wall.

You were crying hard now while trying to break free from his hand around your neck "y-you are h-hurting m-me!" You cried out but that only made Steve push you more into the wall "fucking answer! Why did you try to run away from me!" He said furiously while losing his hand around neck, you were panting and crying "I am s-sorry" you said. He hugged you suddenly and starts to pat your head "it's ok princess never do this again, i brought you here because I love you so much" you hugged him back while crying.

You knew you were never going to get out of this house because everytime you tried doing something Steve was always there to hurt you, so you stopped. "Babygirl come here I want to show you something" you were sitting in your room reading a book because you are not allowed to touch any electronic gadgets and if you do he has cctv cameras everywhere "coming" you replied half heartedly. "See I got you an cute choker" he shows you the choker and my doll was written on it "come here I want you to wear this everytime" he said pulling you towards him "sure" you can't say no, you know better than that. This what steve have taught you that you can never say no to him or you do then it will be a big problem for you.

The clothes you have or weared were not normal it was always like where your thighs were on full display or your butt was on display or sometimes your pussy on display. You didn't know where he got all this from and whenever you ask him about this he would always say "doll you are my whore and whores don't wear normal clothes". You slowly were transforming into his little slut.

You knew that you have to live in this house till your death and you can't even do anything about it.

"Doll one of my friend is coming at our house and I want you to sit in this room till I call you. Do you understand?" He asked "ok" all you said before sleeping on your bed. You woke up by hearing two men talking and you knew one was steve and another one was his friend but you didn't care about them. "Where is my book" you said with irration, you have been searching your favourite book but it's nowhere to be found and suddenly you remember that you forget it on the kitchen table.

You were thinking about the way you can get there because living room is in the centre between kitchen and your room. You open your door and try to sneak in the kitchen and you succeed but coming back you accidentally pushed the table and it made a loud noise making steve and his friend look at you.

"You didn't tell me you have a girl at your house" his friend asked him, he was angry you can see and can hear it in his voice too "go inside y/n" he said in his rough voice which made you shiver with fear. You go in your room and sit on your bed trying to think the consequences because his before punishments were not good.

"I told you to fucking sit in this room didn't I?!" He came in the room by opening the door with a thud "yes master" he likes when you call him master so you are gonna use it "then why did you misbehave" he asked coming closer "I-I wanted my book and it was out in the kitchen" you said nervously to him "I don't care about that damn book, when I tell you to do something then you have to do it" he said as he bends down to your eye level. You are sacred because of the way his eyes looks at you.

"Now I need to give you punishment so that you can remember this" he stands you up by grabbing your left arm, the grip was so tight that it may leave his hand imprints. He goes and sits on the bed while staring at you "undress yourself" you stood there trying to give him puppy eyes because it always works "NOW!" You flinched on his voice "y-yes master" once you were fully naked he pats his lap and you go and sit in his lap "my beautiful baby, I don't want to give you punishment but you deserve it" he said caressing your butt.

He was roaming his hands and caressing your whole body the way your old steve would do, for once you felt happy because the soft touches was making you think that maybe your steve is back "fucking hot" he said making you come back in the reality. No way he is your steve your steve won't give you any kind of punishment.

"Lay down" you can see the way his eyes are more dark now and that sacred you so you do has he says "good girl" you don't know why but his praise gave you a little confidence. He hovered above you, kissing you hard while gripping your thighs tightly. He broke the kiss "I am gonna ruin you" he kisses you back hardly and bites your lip a little making you groan because of the pain.

"Open you legs doll" you open them for him "fucking dripping for me" he said kissing your pussy lips which made you shiver, his tongue circling your slit while his hands massaging your breasts, his dark eyes staring at yours. His tongue was making you go insane but you wanted more, he was ignoring your clit while giving his full attention to your slit. You thought that he will come there eventually but he didn't and it was making you frustrated. You are close so close but you want more and he was not giving it to you, your hips were shivering because you are so close but you can't cum. You were crying by now "please please master let me cum please" you cried out, begging him to make you cum "you can't cum doll this is your punishment" you were shaking because being so close but not able to cum and it made you sensitive.

"Please please stop I can't" you said pushing him off your pussy but instead of getting over he inserts his two digits into you making you arch your back and moan hard "yes just like that doll, moan out aloud" he said increasing his speed still ignoring your clit "fuck- Please please more" you begged him "no doll" he said slowing his pace feeling your near "NO no!" You were sobbing by now, you thought acting natural will make you cum but no "you wanna cum doll? Then fucking apologise" he said increasing his pace "I-i am so sorry I won't misbehave again I am so sorry master" you say while sobbing.

"Good girl" you smiled on his praise because you were going to cum while your tears where pouring from your eyes. He takes his other hand digits and starts to circle your clit "fuck yes thank you master thank you" you were a moaning mess because you got everything you wanted "please don't stop I gonna cum" you were sensitive but you wanted to cum so bad "cum my pretty doll, mine fucking doll" you clenched hard on his fingers "fuck it's sucking me in". You cummed hard while screaming making you arch your back and seeing white behind your eyes "yes yes thank you master" you cried out, you were shivering because of the after shocks but you don't know why but you loved it.

"Suck" he gave his fingers to you to suck and you did because you were starting to like being his slut, no you loved it. he took his fingers out of you sucking his own fingers while staring at your eyes which made you close your thighs together.

He starts to undress himself and once he was done you look at his big cock, tip red and standing proudly. You moan out seeing his cock "I know you like it doll" he said rubbing his dick up and down. "On your stomach doll" your ass was on full display for him which made him spank you "count" he said spanking you hard which made you buldge forward "one" and it didn't stop till you were on "ten" you were crying in the pillow because of the pain you felt but at the same time making you drip "my good doll" he said caressing your ass.

Without any information he inserts his cock into you making you both moan hard "so fucking tight" he groans not giving anytime he starts to pound into you making you cry in pleasure "my little perfect princess" he said spanking your ass which was already red "fuck-" you moaned. He takes your collar from back making you sit up back touching his chest "take my cock like a slut, like my slut" he whispers in your ear while pounding you from behind.

After few more thrust he changes the position into you on the top and him under you "fucking ride me doll" you were tired but you did as he said jumping on his dick making it hit places which made you see stars "yes yes just like that baby just like that" he said throwing his head back "m-master" you moaned out throwing your head back too which steve took the chance and starts to suck on your neck leaving hickeys here and there while you ride him. Slapping and sucking your boobs as they bounce "so huge" he said before sucking on your right nipple while playing with the other.

He starts to circle your clit while roaming his other hand on your back which made you cry and shiver "please please" you didn't know what were you begging for "yes doll fuck-" he grabbed your hair from back pulling you towards his mouth and kisses you hard till you were out of breath "gonna cum huh? I can feel it" you attached your forehead with him because you were tried and he felt it too so he took control again changing position into him on the top of you "fucking cum doll, squirt everywhere come on" he groaned feeling close as well.

"Yes yes please cum in me please"you pulled him close to you, he was thrusting in inhuman pace while circling your clit "yeah gonna cum deep in you, having this belly full of my babies yes would love that so much" he groaned thinking your full belly "yes yes oh my God" you cummed hard again squirting everywhere making you feel euphoric.

After few more thrust Steve groaned while cuming hard deep in you making your pussy twitch. Steve lays next to you while you both try to catch your breathe. After few minutes he sat up and removes his cock from you making his and your cum drip down from your pussy "fuck" he said out aloud while inserting his cum back in your pussy "keep it in doll, this gonna be full soon" he said caressing your stomach.

You loved being his doll, his slutty doll and he loved you the same which made you surrender to him. You were brainwashed by him into his doll and you loved it.

#marvel imagine #marvel x chubby reader #marvel smut #dark steve rogers x chubby reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve x reader #steve rogers #plus size reader #chubby reader #dark steve x you #dark steve rogers

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darkmulti · 2 years

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Can I ask for ceo seokjin×unwilling intern reader.plz make it non con

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!SEOKJIN, unprotected sex

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> not really intern reader cuz I forgot about it halfway after writing😭

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Today you start at your new job

After applying to several companies, one finally reached out to you and hired you

You got dressed in the best clothes you had, ate a big breakfast and headed off 30 minutes early because you don’t want to risk being late on your first day

Orientation day went by pretty fast because all day you were so busy

You got to meet your co workers, got a tour of the whole building and got to settle into your new cubicle

You were exhausted by the time you got home, so you took a shower and went to bed without even thinking about dinner

The next morning, you woke up on time and started getting ready for your first official day

You headed to the office, settled down and started working right away

A couple of your co-workers came by to check up on how you were doing and one of them even bought you a coffee

You were really enjoying it here

Lunch rolls around and your co-worker, Yoongi asked you to join him

You say yes and you both head out to a nearby fast food

You were talking about your personal life because he wanted to get to know you better but his phone interrupts you

He picks it up and his expression drops

“Boss? What the hell is he doing here? He didn’t even tell us.”

He hangs up the call and gets up

“Is something wrong?”

“The CEO just showed up to work. Like right now. We have to go.”

You immediately got up and grabbed your stuff

“Does he usually come in.”

“No. He rarely comes in. So when he is here, we have to be on our best behaviour.”

Yoongi drives back to work and you went to your cubicle while Yoongi goes off to greet Jin, the infamous CEO

You jumped right back into work and hours went by without you realizing

It was 5:00pm but you were still going at it

The office was more empty right now and quieter now

After finishing off the last paper, you throw your hands back and stretch before logging out and getting up

You were gathering all your stuff before the office door opens and a tall man in a suit walks out

He looks at you in confusion then walks towards you

“Hello, I haven’t seen you around. Are you perhaps new here?”

“Yes, I am. Today’s actually my first official day of work.”

“Well, I hope you like it here.”

“Thank you, Mr…?”

“Kim Seokjin”

Your jaw dropped and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction

“It’s okay. Not many people know what I look like. Your lucky that you got to meet me on your first day, Ms…?”

“Y/N”

“Y/N? What a beautiful name.”

“Thank you”

“You should get going now, it’s getting a little late.”

“Ah, yes. Have a good evening Mr. Kim.”

“You too.”

The next day, when Seokjin walked into the office again, everyone’s jaw was on the floor

He’s never walked into this building two days in a row

Even the managers were freaking out

When you walked into the office, Yoongi immediately informed you that Seokjin was here again

You shrugged and told him everything that happened last night

“So you’re telling me, Seokjin flirted with you? The mean Kim Seokjin who’s moody with everyone said your name is beautiful? I don’t believe it.”

You were about to defend yourself but Seokjin popped outta no where and set a medium cup of coffee on your table

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N. I thought I’d buy you a coffee because of all the hard work you did yesterday.”

You looked back at Yoongi and his eyes looked like it was about to fall out of his eye sockets

“Thank you, Mr. Kim. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. I hope it’s not too sweet.”

“It’s okay, I like my coffee sweet anyways.”

He smiled and went back into his office while Yoongi stared at you out of shock

“I don’t know how you did it, but you changed that man.” He said before leaving

Months went passed at your new job and Seokjin was coming in nearly everyday

You and Seokjin became closer too

So close that you even kissed in his office the other night

You don’t know what came over you but you think it was out of tiredness or something because you weren’t actually attracted to Seokjin at all

He was just treating you nice which is why you gave in

The next couple of days, you left work a little early instead of working overtime like you usually do

Well, Jin wasn’t happy about this

You both were always so busy during the day so he could never come over to talk to you, and the evening was the only time he had free time

Now that you’re leaving early, he can’t talk to you

One morning, he came up to your desk and dropped a huge stack of papers on your desk

“I want these finished by tonight.”

You look at the papers, flabbergasted because how were you supposed to finish all of it in one night?

It was about 6pm and you still had a little bit left

You were beyond frustrated because he wasn’t allowing anyone to help you either

8 o’clock hits and as far as you know, it’s only you and him in the office

You were on your last paper when he suddenly calls you into his office

You lazily get up and go into his office

“Yes, sir?”

“Sit down on the couch.”

You observed the room and spotted a bottle of alcohol half empty and some in his cup

He then got up and closed the office doors and sat next to you

From the smell of his breath, you knew that he was tipsy if not drunk

“Did you get the papers done?”

“I’m halfway done the last one.”

“Good, you’re so good.” He slurred, bring his hand up to your cheek and scooting closer to you

“Come on Y/N. How long are you gonna lead me on for, huh?.”

“Lead on? Sir, I think you have the wrong idea. My intentions were never to-”

He didn’t even let you finish cause he started to kiss you roughly

He placed his hand behind your head and pushed your face into his while his body pinned yours down on the couch

Jin started touching your breast then moved his hand lower which made you squeal

“I’m tired of waiting. I’ve been very patient with you cause I thought we could work out.”

He unbuckled his belt and unfortunately, you knew where this was going

He was half drunk, angry and horny

The worst combination

You tried to fight him off and scream for help, but jin had already locked the doors so no one could get into the floor

“Someone help!”

“There’s no point in screaming. And to be honest with you, it’s just getting you into more trouble.”

He used his belt to tie your hands together and used his tie to cover you mouth

You were now a drooling and crying mess

Jin ripped your skirt off and removed his underwear quick

He didn’t prepare you for very long

He fingered you for maybe 39 seconds before pushing in and fucking you roughly

He had you pinned down, in the best position

Of course you weren’t able to move because he was stronger than you

He held your neck and started to yell at you for leading him on

He told you that the only reason why he’s been coming in is to see you and you’ve been full on ignoring him

He was angry with you and even threatened to fire you and make your life hell

You were shaking your head no, begging him to not do any of that

You were apologizing but everything came out muffled

An hour had gone by and you’d practically melted on his couch

Cum leaking out of your throbbing pussy and fresh tears on your face

You wondered what you’d done to deserve this

You cried even harder when you realized he didn’t use protection

Now you’re tied to him forever

#seokjin smut #jin smut #bts smut #non con

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magicalqueennightmare · 3 years

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The Soldier and His Witch (PT. 5/8)

Waller sends you on a mission without Rick. Only there do you finally figure out your feelings and the possibility of them being returned

Word Count: 5,967

Warnings: Cursing, mention of violence

You had gotten up early to grab coffee from a local shop and hit a bookstore. It was a rare day off and Floyd's daughter Zoe had a birthday coming up. She'd gotten into a book series so your plan was to buy her the next couple in line as a present.

You'd managed to not only find her the next four books in the series but found Layla a few books that were in her reading level you thought she'd like. You had just walked out of the coffee shop when your phone rang. You glanced down at the screen to see it read G.M. which was short for Gertrude McCall. Harley.

You answered with a smile "Hello Gertie dear. Staying outta trouble I hope" her singsong voice hit your ears "I ain't got caught yet have I sweetness?" You laughed despite yourself it was good to hear from her and if she could call you that meant she was safe and halfway staying away from trouble "Guess not. I'd probably be on your very short list of people to call anyways so I'd be the first to know" "Of course. Going from a common criminal to living it up with Flag. I am proud babe" you rolled your eyes at her teasing tone "For the last time I am not living with Flag. I live above him and work with him" "and how much time do ya spend with him when you twos ain't working?"

You could hear your breath hitch thinking about the answer to that particular question. You spent a lot of your free time with Rick. You blamed it on not knowing anyone on the outside at first but between Lawson's family, Reid's bowling league and Floyd's extended family in Gotham you knew people now. People who invited you places, who you felt comfortable around yet you still circled around to Rick. They'd all even taken to extending invites to you both for anything.

"Y/N you there or did you zap yourself with a lightning bolt this time?" Harley's voice called out so you shook your head to clear your thoughts and replied "I don't spend anymore time with him than I would with you if circumstances allowed" "In that case love ya too doll" you shook your head again this time from the ridiculousness of this call so far "Did you call to catch up or annoy me about Rick?" "Ohh it's Rick now huh?" She asked with a giggle then added "I called to catch up" the two of you spoke for a few more minutes knowing you had to keep calls shortish just in case Waller. Right before she hung up she said "I left you something with Floyd when I dropped off his little girl's present" "What is it?" You asked rightfully skeptical but she just said "You'll see. Take care my little lightning rod" then hung up without another word.

You shook your head at her teasing then readjusted the bags in your hand so you could sip your coffee while scrolling over emails. You had multiple accounts. One for work which Waller had, one for work which everyone else had then a semi personal one which only a few people had. That was the one Rick had given Bianca since she'd asked about a way to communicate with you.

You were in the middle of responding to her that yes it was perfectly reasonable for her father to send a security team with her to prom when you were cut off by your phone screen lightening up with Waller's name. You quickly hit send then slid your finger across the screen to answer the call "Ms Waller" She sounded annoyed when she said "Cut the niceties switch. I'm simply your boss now Waller is fine"

"Ok then what's going on because I was supposed to be off today?" You tossed your coffee in the nearest trash can and stepped to the sidewalk to wave down a cab "Yes but I had something come up short notice. It's a simple retrieval mission. If it goes as planned not a single shot should be fired" "No offense but shouldn't that be Ri..er Flag's side of the job? I thought I was here to help wrangle the task members from Belle Reve"

"You are to a certain extent but seeing as you are now a member of society as well as the task force I want to see how well you work with those outside of Belle Reve's finest and Colonel Flag. Meet me at the air strip in two hours. I'll be waiting with your team to do an introduction and run down of the mission" "Yes ma'am" you replied before she hung up leaving you to stare at your phone in confusion. At least you hadn't planned to go to Gotham to visit Floyd and Zoe for another two weeks. You'd hate to have to reschedule.

You slid into the cab and gave the driver your address. You'd have to dump the bags, grab your gear and go. Hopefully Rick was back from the gym so you could fill him in on where you were headed.

While you were grabbing the last of your gear out the closet in your bedroom you heard a knock on the front door. You stepped out into the living room dropping your bag on the coffee table as you walked over to answer it.

You opened it, not at all surprised to see Rick on the other side. He was still in his gym clothes meaning a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that was a bit too small for his shoulders. His hair was getting longer than he normally kept it so that meant little pieces were falling onto his forehead.

You stopped for a moment admiring the ink of his tattoos spilling out from the sleeves of the shirt. You'd seen them multiple times whether from being in the room when he got stitched up, the times you'd gone hiking with him or the few times you'd gone to his apartment and he'd been fresh out of the shower. They were still a bit distracting at times though, especially with Harley's teasing fresh in your ears along with the worry of what exactly Waller had up her sleeve sending you on a mission for the first time without Rick.

"You really need to go clothes shopping. You've beefed up a lot and those old gym clothes ain't lasting much longer" you muttered trying to get your mind on something else "Huh?" He asked clearly confused by your choice of conversation. You closed the door behind him after he walked in then waved a hand in his direction "You've never been what I'd call a little guy Rick but you've put on weight and muscle. Your old clothes aren't gonna cut it. Why do you think they issued you new tact gear?"

"I didn't really think about it and honestly right now that's the least of my concerns. What all did Waller say cause she hasn't answered my calls yet" he sounded worried and you allowed yourself a small smile if nothing else for his benefit. "She said she needs to see how I play with other people besides you and fellow criminal sorts"

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Rick stood back watching while you double checked your weapons and gear. Your comments about him beefing up had flattered him to say the least and any other time he would've at least made a joke but now he was too pissed. Part of your deal was the fact that you would be his pseudo lieutenant. How the hell do you send a lieutenant on a mission without her Colonel?

That's what was bothering him. Not the idea of you being sent somewhere to do something dangerous and him not being there to watch your back. Hell Waller wasn't even allowing you any of the task force to back you. You stopped in front of the mirror in your hall to pull your hair back and he allowed himself a moment to take you in. It had been a while since Bianca Ramirez's rescue and his feelings hadn't subsided, if anything he was more smitten with you daily.

You turned to look at him and smiled "I'll be fine Rick. I promise" there were times he would've sworn you were telekinetic along with having atmokinesis. Or maybe you just knew him well enough to be able to read him like a book. He knew you pretty well by now and no matter how calm and collected you looked, one glance at your eyes told him you were nervous about whatever Waller was pulling.

"They're not changing are they?" You asked after a moment looking back at the mirror in panic. He walked over to stand behind you gently placing his hands on your shoulders noticing how the air closer to you felt heavier.

He knew it was your powers and knew he needed to try to help you calm down before you left to meet Waller "Just breathe Y/N. You can handle whatever this is" you looked up at him in the mirror and smiled "I know. Just nerves bouncing around" you reached your right hand up to cover his left and gave it a squeeze.

The air started to shift back to normal as you said "Still wish you were coming or at the very least I could take a task force member or two" "I'll go get changed and drive you to the air strip. Maybe I can talk Waller into at least letting me work ops this once" he offered as you turned to face him leaving very little space between the two of you. He'd taken his hands off your shoulders and let them fall to his sides but you on the other hand seemed highly interested in his chest all of sudden picking pieces of dust he couldn't see off his shirt as you spoke "No. I mean my contract is shaky at best. I don't need her deciding either of us are letting our judgement be clouded or she may send me to frickin turkmenistan "

You stopped fidgeting with his shirt and looked up at him. There was a fire in your eyes that would draw any person that got close enough in. Even at your most vulnerable you were always willing to fight if it came to one. From the first day he'd met you he'd admired your unwillingness to just roll over. You were a force of nature both literally and figuratively.

You took a deep breath then nodded "I'll be fine Colonel. I'll be back before you have time to miss me" "Doubtful considering we were supposed to get sushi tonight" he teased, pulling a genuine laugh from you "Rain check?" He nodded "Of course"

You took a step away from him to grab your jacket then looked back at him with a hand extended "Walk me out?" He nodded and took your hand.

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A thought occurred to him as the two of you stepped into the stairwell leading down so when he got to his floor he tapped your shoulder "Wait here. I'll be right back"

You looked a bit confused but nodded nonetheless "Ok?" After grabbing what he was looking for from his dresser he stepped out into the stairwell in enough time to catch the tail end of your conversation with Waller "Yes ma'am. I'm headed down now. I'll be to the air strip as fast as your driver can get me there"

You hung up then cut your eyes up at him "Apparently I am not even trusted to get myself there. I have to have her driver bring me" he felt a bit like a teenager offering a trinket to a crush as he stood there in front of you but grabbed your wrist placing the chain in the palm of your hand.

"What's this?" You asked, turning your hand over. He could see the moment you realized what it was when your eyes widened "Are these your dogtags?" "They um got me through my first few deployments in one piece. Figured or well hoped maybe they could help you stay calmer if you have something on this mission…" he realized he was rambling and quickly added "Is that weird?"

You threw your arms around him in a tight hug "Thank you Rick. It's amazingly sweet" you pulled back from him then slipped the chain on twirling the tags between your fingers "Are you sure?"

Seeing you wearing something that he'd held near for so long put something inside him at ease."I'm sure. They look better on you anyways" you laughed about the time your phone started ringing then it quickly turned into a groan "I gotta go" you smiled at him one more time then tucked the chain into your shirt before hurrying down the stairs.

You were resisting the urge to fidget with Rick's dogtags even as the suv was put into park not far from the plane. You were nervous as hell because for one you knew Waller loved playing games with people and for two you didn't have Rick or any of your squad members at your side. How could you trust any of the team Waller had picked? Rick always tried to vet anyone who worked with the task force to make sure they had no issue with metahumans.

You doubted Waller extended the same courtesy. Not to mention the fact that you were a convicted felon, a killer if anyone with a black and white view of the world looked at you.

You spotted Waller so you thanked the driver then climbed out double checking your weapons as always while you walked over to her. "Waller" you greeted with a nod. She barely glanced your way "Switch. Let's meet the team you're going with and go over the mission. You're wheels up in twenty" twenty? You didn't know anything about where you were going, what you were doing. You didn't like the sound of this already. Instead of voicing any of that you simply titled your head slightly "Lead the way"

You followed her to the loading door and smiled when you spotted Micheals and Perez amongst the team. You wished you could send Rick a text to let him know but didn't want to seek overstepping in any way. "Y/N you know Micheals and Perez. This is Andrew Timmons and Alexandria Lafitte" you cut your eyes at Waller slightly from her using your name instead of your codename. You'd been Switch to her since meeting.

Andrew Timmons nearly reminded you of GQ with his build and stance, Alexandria Lafitte was your height with a long black braid down her back. Her build was closer to Harley's and you could see a marine Corp tattoo peeking out at her collarbone.

You greeted each team member in turn. "Who's the boss?" You asked and she motioned to Perez "Sergeant Perez will be leading this mission. Follow his lead. Your target is a warehouse in southeast Asia. We believe they've been using it as a front to traffic humans, weapons and anything else they can. We need proof. Simply get in, get any files you can retrieve and get out. Easy mission" "Yes ma'am" you replied and started to walk onto the plane until she snapped her fingers calling two men over one of which had a case in his hands that looked a little too familiar.

"Amanda you said I wouldn't have to wear them again" A part of you registered using her first name may be a bad idea but the majority of you was screaming at the thought of being slapped into power dampening bracelets again especially before going on a mission. "Calm down Switch. These are simply for me to see if you're capable without your powers as well. I need to know what you can do. If anything goes south where your abilities are needed Perez will have the key to remove them"

"And if I'm dead before he can get them off?" You asked and she had the nerve to look you in the eye "Then I'll be sure to let Colonel Flag notify any next of kin" you cut your eyes at the team who was watching the interaction between you and Waller carefully. Micheals caught your eye and nodded slightly. Rick trusted him and Perez. You guessed that was good enough.

You gritted your teeth and held out both wrists. They clamped the bracelet on your right wrist first then clamped the one onto your left. Waller smiled broadly "If you're as capable as I think you are this won't be an issue" you forced a smile then walked on board.

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You'd been sitting silently staring at the metal bracelets on your wrists. You'd been out of prison this long,been on multiple missions yet you were still treated like a lab experiment. You'd rather be treated like a threat or common criminal.

The team was talking around you, clearly able to pick up on your mood. You hadn't exactly been looking forward to this to begin with and now these things? Almost made you miss Belle Reve. Explained why Waller was hellbent on Rick not being on this mission. He'd never allow the bracelets back on your wrists. He'd told you before how much he hated seeing them on you even when you were still locked up.

"As soon as we land I'll get those things off ya. I know you can handle yourself without your abilities" Perez spoke leaning over to bump his knee against yours. For the first time since take off you looked around at the team you were accompanying. They all genuinely looked to be in agreement with Perez. "Sarge and Micheals both had good things to say about you" Lafitte added with a smile.

You took a breath feeling a bit calmer than you had before Perez promised to unleash you. "Do you know about my prison record?" You asked and she shrugged "So you've killed people. None of us are without blood of some sort on our hands. You've had nothing but successful missions since joining Waller's task force. From what I hear you're who I'd want to have my back in a fight powers or not. I judge on who someone is, not what they've done"

"Thanks Lafitte" you replied and she nodded, holding out her hand. When you shook it she said "Nice to meet you Y/N without Waller in the middle"

Timmons nodded at the bracelets "Gotta ask though. What's it feel like having to wear those?" "Physically or mentally?" You asked and he chuckled with a shrug "Physically, mentally I'm fairly certain it's close to why my dog bit my mama growing up when she tried to use a shock collar on him" you laughed at the comparison mainly from the truth of it before answering "It's like having half of who you are tied down. Imagine your shooting hand tied behind your back in a firefight or going hand to hand against three guys who are armed while you aren't. You have a damn good chance of taking em out but wouldn't you rather be awarded at least a knife to fight with"

He nodded then whistled one sharp note "Waller is a hard ass that's for sure" "You're telling me" You muttered rolling your eyes. "At least your guy seems to be halfway good with her" Micheals added and you raised an eyebrow "And who is my guy exactly?" He opened his mouth to respond but the pilot came over the coms telling all of you to be ready to drop. Perez shot you and Micheals a grin "Stick a pin in it you two. We gotta go to work"

Micheals winked at you as all of you gathered at the rear of the plane. Perez had gone over the plan a few times. From Waller's information this place should be barely guarded. A dozen men at best. Should be a walk in the park for the five of you.

Of course when did anything ever go as planned?

You ducked behind a wall next to Lafitte and Timmons. "GOD DAMMIT WHAT HAPPENED TO A DOZEN MEN AT MOST?" You hollered at no one in particular as you leaned out far enough to return fire.

The five of you were pinned down before ever getting into the building good. What made it worse was you, Lafitte and Timmons were separated from Micheals and Perez by a wall of gunfire. "YOU GOTTA GET THOSE CUFFS OFF OF HER!" Lafitte hollered at Perez. Who shrugged helplessly "I CAN'T THROW THAT DAMN FAR"

A bullet whizzed past your head narrowly missing it as Timmons grabbed you pulling you back next to him and Lafitte "We'll lay cover fire. Get your ass to Perez, get those God damn things off and flatten em, ya hear me?" You looked back at Lafitte then nodded.

You got to the edge of your cover and waited until Timmons hollered "GO GO GO" you heard the ensuing gunfire but ran towards Micheals and Perez sliding around their corner of cover. You landed right next to Perez who was grabbing your wrists to unlock the bracelets before you could get your bearings back good. He chunked them behind him once they were off "Oh look they got destroyed" Micheals shrugged "Oh well. Give em hell Switch"

"THEY'RE OFF!" Perez hollered and you hoped Lafitte and Timmons knew that meant to find something solid to hold onto. You felt the temperature drop as you stepped out from behind cover. Conjuring lightning between your palms you moved forward as you blasted where the guards were hiding.

Wind started to blow through the small corridor as you uncurled that string inside of you that held your powers back allowing them to flow freely. You used a twister to bring down walls and a portion of the roof, all the while controlling the winds enough to protect your team. You were on the northern side of the building and needed to fight your way to the southern edge of it where the technology holding the proof of the trafficking was and so you could make it out to evac.

Once you were sure this side of the building was cleared of the enemy you let out a breath curling that string. You could hear the boots of your team as they moved up behind you and you hoped your eyes had returned completely to normal. When no one said anything you assumed they had. Lafitte nodded behind you as the chaos you'd caused "Why the fuck would Waller want to dampen that?" "Your guess is as good as mine. Good job Switch" Perez said with a pat to your shoulder.

He then looked back at the team "Everyone ready to push forward now?" You nodded pulling your gun in your right hand to keep your left free just in case "Want me to take point so if I need to clear a way?" He shook his head "Not alone. We'll both take point and clear the way. Something happen to you I don't wanna have to explain it" "I don't think Waller will care" you replied as the two of you started to move forward. He shook his head with a short laugh "I did not mean Waller"

You didn't care to question him at the moment simply moving to be next to him as you both worked to clear corner by corner through the building.

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You were the first out the building sending a twister into the middle of the guards still left. Bodies flew in every direction as the five of you made a dash for the chopper that would take you to the plane fifty miles away.

Once on board you plopped down between Lafitte and Timmons. None of you could exactly talk on the chopper since you had no headsets and your coms had gotten damaged so you were all using the time to catch your breath. Perez had four file drives with everything on them. What happened now with that info you weren't sure but it was out your pay grade to ask.

You all looked like you'd been through the wringer and considering the five of you had taken on about six dozen guards instead of the original dozen you had planned on it was rightfully so.

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It didn't take the chopper long until it was landing in a field where the plane was waiting. All of you quickly unloaded out the chopper and onto the plane without so much as a word being exchanged.

Once you were all aboard and seated Perez signaled the pilots to take off. You rotated your neck loosely. All of them were starting to strip off the outer layer of their gear, laying their vests next to them so you followed suit, glad to be a few layers shy of what you'd been wearing. You still had your tact shirt and undershirt on but Rick had talked you into a large Kevlar piece that while being lightweight it trapped a lot of body heat inside.

You weren't paying attention and the chain to Rick's dogtags got pulled free of your shirt to dangle loosely. You noticed Perez cut his eyes at you and a smirk slipped onto his face when he saw you slip the chain back into your shirt. His remark about not wanting to have to explain something happening to you mixed with Micheals saying that "your guy" was halfway good with Waller occurred to you again. What exactly were those two getting at?

You waited until Lafitte and Timmons had dozed off near the front of the plane to whisper "Perez?" He raised an eyebrow "Yeah?" "What did you mean by not wanting to have to explain something happening to me?" "Same thing I meant by saying your guy was halfway good with Waller. We may be jarheads sweetheart but we ain't dumbasses" Micheals replied from next to you never opening his eyes.

"Pretend I am?" You asked and they both set up sharing a look before turning to face you "Y/N I saw his tags first of all" Perez started motioning to the chain tucked away in your shirt. You shrugged "He gave them to me because I was nervous to do this mission"

"and the fact that he knocked Morgan flat on his ass, doesn't want to work with anyone who has issue with metas and has made it clear that you and him are a team" Micheals replied so you scoffed "Excuse me for Rick not liking Morgan talking shit about Metas" "Is that what he told you happened?" Perez questioned so you nodded. He shook his head with a laugh "Jesus Flag" "What?" You asked very much, feeling like you were missing a joke you might be the butt of.

Perez leaned close enough only the two of you could hear what he said "Nikolas asked if you were single. Said he bet a woman like you would be one helluva good lay. His words. That was when Flag tried to take his head off and while we're on the subject for a man like him who's been raised in the military giving your tags to someone is saying a lot more than some men ever say in words. That man is gone for you sweetheart. I've only been around the two of you together a couple times and can see it" you were stunned into silence.

Did Rick really have feelings for you? You knew he cared about you but you'd resigned yourself to not being more than close friends a while ago. Why hadn't he said anything? Hell why did he want you? Rick was a truly good man. He was honest, brave and loyal to a fault. He was one of those men that belonged more as the love interest in a romance novel than this life.

"And from the looks of it you just figured out your own two plus two. I won't say anything nor will Micheals. Flag's never seemed more content than being at your side. Be a shame for something to happen to either of you what with this line of work without all your cards being on the table huh?"

"Yeah" you whispered more to yourself than him. You self-consciously reached for the tags around your neck twirling them between your fingers "Thanks Perez" he nodded "Get some sleep Switch. I know using your powers to that extent has to tire you out a bit"

"Yeah. You get some sleep too" you replied using your jacket as a blanket you leaned your head back against the side of the plane. You knew sleep wouldn't come, thoughts of Rick instead filled your mind. You wanted to believe he cared about you like you cared about him but if so why hadn't he said anything? He wasn't a beat around the bush type of guy.

Maybe he had hoped his feelings would go away? Maybe it was because of Waller? Maybe he was unsure and didn't want to say anything to you on the chance of changing his mind? Why risk a career like his on someone like you? You let out a breath realizing you'd made yourself slip from that after mission feeling into whatever this was.

When the plane landed back in Louisiana you all loaded into the two suvs awaiting your arrival. You had to meet with Waller and her council before getting to go your separate ways.

You had gotten in with Micheals and Lafitte. You laid your head against the seat watching the rain hit the window laughing lightly when Micheals said "C'mon now can't you do something about this?" You leaned up and motioned to the windshield "I can make it where the wipers don't have to be used but just because I manipulate the weather to conjure elements of it doesn't mean I can change mother nature"

He shrugged "Still one of the best things I've seen" you grinned at that "Thanks Micheals" he winked at you "Just telling the truth"

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When the suvs came to a stop you braced yourself for having to deal with Waller. All of you were carrying your go bags which held weapons,vests and jackets.

You fell in step with the team as you headed for the door. You nodded towards the locker with your initials "It's big enough to fit everyone's bags while we're in the meeting" Timmons was the first to step up placing his inside next to yours. Everyone else followed suit then Perez motioned behind him "Let's get this over boys and girls. Don't know about yall but I have a hot shower and a warm bed calling my name"

You all followed him inside the conference room laughing about sleeping for a few hours after scraping mud and blood from body parts. You looked up once you were in the room and locked eyes with Rick who was standing at the head of the room a few feet from Waller.

His eyes flicked over you and your stomach flipped when you realized he was checking you for any visible injuries. "I'm good" you mouthed and he let a quick smile split his features before schooling his features again.

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You stood stoic, letting Perez answer any of Waller's questions since he had been lead. You raised your eyes to meet hers when she asked how you'd done with the team. Perez looked from Micheals to Lafitte to Timmons before saying "I feel like I speak for us all when I say any time she needs a team we'd be happy to work with her again. Hand to hand, weapon to weapon and with her abilities. Y/N is an asset to any mission" you smiled despite yourself.

"Well done to you all. You're dismissed. Go home and get cleaned up and rested up. You've earned it" you turned to follow the four of them out feeling Rick's eyes on you.

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You'd made it outside the building before Rick caught up to you "Y/N! Wait" you turned from your conversation with Alexandria to glance his way. All the guys had headed for their cars but she had offered to drop you at home. "Let me talk to my Colonel" She nodded then motioned to the parking lot "Green mustang. Take your time"

You watched her walk off before turning to face Rick. "So did ya miss me?" You asked with a half smile. "Of course" he replied, swiping a thumb across your cheek where a piece of shrapnel had caught you leaving a light scratch. "Told you I'd be fine" you said almost awkwardly considering he was still holding the side of your face.

He dropped his hand with a laugh "I never doubted for a minute. I've still got a few hours but want me to pick up some sushi on the way?" Did you want an excuse to spend the evening with him? Yes. Did you need a moment to not only rest from the mission but to digest the fact that Rick possibly returned your feelings? Also yes.

"Can we raincheck in favor of coffee in the morning? I'm just really wiped and know I won't be the best of company" his face fell slightly but his smile remained in place "Yeah of course. I know you're tired.If you need anything, call me ok?" You nodded "I promise"

You were laying across your bed after showering staring at the roof. You had slipped Rick's dogtags back on once you were out the shower. You knew you needed to at least offer them back.

You glanced at the time and knew he should be getting home any time. You reached for your phone about the time it lit up with his name "Yes?" You answered and he laughed lightly "You haven't went grocery shopping in two weeks. So I know you don't have any food. We said a raincheck on sushi so I grabbed that Chinese you like if you wanna come to the door and grab it"

You slid out of bed and walked across your apartment trying to smooth a hand over your hair knowing it was unruly after air drying. When you answered the door the smile he gave you was enough to take your breath "You're still wearing them" he noticed motioning to the chain around your neck. You shrugged self-consciously "You want em back?" When you moved to take the chain off he moved the two bags he was carrying to one hand so he could stop your movements.

You swallowed hard feeling his hand on the back of your neck "I gave them to you Y/N. That means keep them" you smiled slightly "Yes sir" he stood there for a second lightly rubbing your neck with just his fingertips "I'm so glad you made it back ok" "Why Colonel Flag were you worried about me?" You asked placing your hand on his wrist holding his hand in place.

"Yeah I was" he admitted and you smiled. You took a step forward and when he did the same you thought maybe this was it. He'd kiss you and you wouldn't have to tiptoe through admitting anything but he simply left a kiss on your forehead "Rest up Y/N. I'll see you in the morning"

He turned to walk away but stopped and looked over his shoulder to add "and I told Waller if she ever tries putting any power dampener on you again she's gotta deal with me over it. I promised you that wouldn't happen and this time I fuckin mean it. I hate that she did that" "It wasn't your fault Rick" you reasoned and he nodded "I know. Still doesn't mean I like it" After a moment he cleared his throat "Go eat and get some sleep. We'll talk more later" "Night Rick" you said quietly and he smiled "Goodnight Y/N"

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A Shit Tutor (1/4)

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader,

Word Count: 1,903

Warnings: language, Draco’s an ass (surprise)

Request: “Can you write a fic where draco is asked by a professor to tutor a fellow student but he falls for her? Thank you and I absolutely LOVE your work!!”

A/N: This is just the first part of what will likely end up being a 3-4 part-er! Hope it’s intriguinggg :) Also this is clearly a sort of alternate universe in which there’s no war, no Slughorn, and Snape still teaches the N.E.W.T.s class

Part 2

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With an exasperated sigh, you shoved the cauldron away from you, pulling your hand back as it spilled and destroyed the table beneath it.

“Oh, come on!” you hissed, more colorful words longing to leave your mouth.

“Y/L/N? I don’t recall instructing to burn through the table,” Snape sneered, coming to stop at your table as he swept through the room. Snickers could be heard from the other side of the room, and you seethed in your chair.

A Slytherin who couldn’t make a simple decaying drought to save her life.

A Slytherin who seemed to be in the wrong place in Potions.

“It was an accident, sir,” you breathed, forcing yourself to bite your tongue.

“I should hope so. This is your,” Snape paused and thought for a moment. “fourth try? Is it not?”

“It is,” you said through clenched teeth. It seemed his House favoritism only extended to those who excelled in his class.

“How you managed to scrape an O and squeeze into my N.E.W.T.S class I’ll never understand,” Snape shook his head, his voice drawling.

“Me neither, Professor,” you said--really, it had been luck. The potions you had been tested on you just happened to be actually decent at, that, paired with intensive studying and an aptitude for testing, you’d scraped an O.

“Malfoy!” Snape suddenly barked out, causing you to jump.

“Sir?” he called from the other side of the room--the side from which the snickers sounded.

“Come and help Ms. Y/L/N before she burns through this very floor,” Snape sneered before, thankfully, whisking away to another table.

Draco then began packing his things into his bag, and seconds later, was sliding into the seat next to you, his smoldering pine-like scent filling the air, making your head spin.

“Sweet Salazar, what the bloody hell did you do?” Draco laughed, peering into the cauldron.

“Evidently not the right thing,” you grumped, struggling not to enjoy the light sound of his laughter as it was at your expense.

“Clearly; I mean, I’ve seen mistakes, but that is just embarrassing,” he scoffed. Shocked at his blunt curtness, you were stunned silent.

“Scourgify,” he said, and with a wave of his wand, your cauldron was cleared of the bubbling goop you’d managed.

“Y/N? Right?” he asked, pulling out his scale and setting it on the table.

“That’s right, only been in the same house for 6 years,” you said scornfully.

“There’s a lot of people in Slytherin, can’t expect me to know everyone's name,” Draco shrugged, looking unbothered. You just rolled your eyes at him, not wanting to speak with him any more than necessary.

“Here, split these vertically,” he said, pushing a pile of caterpillars at you. Pulling your onyx blade from your bag, you did as he asked. “If you can manage that without fucking it up.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you sneered at him, narrowly avoiding slicing open your finger as your hands shook with anger. “I did manage to get into this class, you know. I’m not completely helpless.”

“I’ve no idea how. Longbottom could do better than that mess.” he sneered.

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” you hissed.

“Whew, language, Y/L/N,” he grinned. Rolling your eyes and gritting your teeth, you resolved to silence for the rest of the class unless absolutely necessary. The next few minutes were quiet work, Draco pausing to give you instructions every few minutes, his long fingers working quickly. And before you knew it, it was over; the massive bell reverberating throughout the castle, signaling the next period.

“Alright, that’ll be the bell. We’ll pick back up here tomorrow. Leave your cauldrons. I’ll deal with them,” Snape commanded. At his words, Draco began packing quickly, looking back at Zabini, who seemed to be mouthing something at him.

“What?” Draco said quietly, leaning forward and looking intently at Blaise, evidently trying to read his lips.

“See you tomorrow, then,” you said, turning to him. But Draco was already halfway across the room, having left without a second glance. Stung, but knowing you were ridiculous for expecting any less, you shook your head at yourself and quickly left the room, your emerald-lined robes billowing behind you in your haste.

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Back in the dungeons the next day, your foot anxiously jumped up and down, dreading Draco’s comments about your ineptitude with this potion, and dreading Snape’s snide remarks. You watched him as he jostled Crabbe across the room, grinning about something. His pearly teeth gleamed against his pale skin, lit sparingly by the fire bubbling beneath the cauldron in front of him.

“Wands away, Goyle,” Snape snapped, pulling your attention from Draco. The paper airplane Goyle had been supporting with his wand fell pathetically, and with a wave of his own, Snape set it ablaze and it disappeared in seconds. “Well, go on—no need to wait for instructions. I gave them at the end of last class. Get your cauldrons and get to work.”

Draco rose from his spot next to Blaise and strutted his way over to your table, smirking as he did so.

“Hello,” he said, almost politely.

“Er, hi,” you said cautiously.

“Didn’t manage to develop some actual talent overnight, did you?” he sneered, pulling out his things.

“Not really. Didn’t manage to develop some decency either, I see,” you tossed back--determined not to let him get at you again. Sure, he was a Slytherin, but he wasn't the only one.

“Ooh, touchy today, are we?” he grinned spitefully.

“Just tell me what to do,” you spat, wanting to get the class over with.

“How very submissive of you, I do like that in a girl,” he said thoughtfully, winking at you.

“Godric, you’re an ass,” you breathed. “If you’re looking for submission, perhaps you should go back to your goons; I’m sure the both of them are utterly lost without you. Or Pansy, I know the simpering slag could think of nothing better than being bossed around by you all day. Personally, I can’t think of a more proper hell, but we all have our differences, I suppose.”

“I think you just managed to insult four people at once,” Draco said, looking thoughtful.

“I’m pleased you can count. Now, what am I supposed to do?” you sneered, crossing your arms.

“Whatever I say, love,” he grinned, winking. “Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times.”

“Alright,” you said, taking the pile of seedlings from him. His pale hand stopped yours and held it still.

“Ah, ah,” he chided, shaking his platinum blonde head at you. “Repeat it back to me.”

“What?” you scoffed, incredulous.

“Repeat what I said back to me; should I say it slower?” he said, cocking his head to the side. You were so angry, a hysterical laugh bubbled from your lips; your chest positively on fire with anger.

Seconds from exploding, you saw the knowing smile growing on his face and closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, willing yourself not to take his bait. A surely insane smile on your face, you opened your eyes.

“Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times,” you repeated word for word.

“Excellent, you might have hope yet,” Draco taunted, meeting eyes with Blaise from across the room and grinning.

Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, what a complete and utter sodding wanker. It’s no wonder the little shit didn’t have any true friends; who the hell could stand him? Catching your friend's eyes from her seat across the room, you mimicked stabbing yourself in the throat with your knife, earning a snicker from her. The little interaction with a friendly face calmed you immensely.

“Now what?” you asked, turning to Draco and steeling yourself for another smart remark.

“The last step. I’ve ground up the moth wings already,” he said, standing to tip a container of fine, shimmering dust into the cauldron. With a whoosh, it turned an inky blue, and he smiled. It was rather nice, his smile. He was almost handsome--alright, he was downright gorgeous--when he wasn’t being an absolute prick.

“Staring, Y/N?” he grinned, his grey eyes flitting to yours and winking. A flush of embarrassment flooded your face, and you dropped his steely gaze, your silence answer enough.

“S’Alright, if I saw me, I might stare as well,” he shrugged, grinning cockily at you.

“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, seconds before Snape appeared soundlessly behind you.

“Ah, much better, excellent, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape praised suddenly, causing you to jump slightly.

“Thank you, sir,” Draco simpered, smirking proudly. Several sets of eyes rolled around the room, and you found comfort in that you weren’t the only one he caused to do this.

“Do you see how it’s an inky blue? How it’s not corrosive? How it isn’t burning through the table?” Snape snided, turning to you with a malicious glint in his eye.

“Yes.” you seethed through clenched teeth, unable to trust yourself to not mouth off if you opened your jaw.

“So, what did you do wrong? What catastrophic mistake did you make to produce the most abysmal potion I’ve yet to see in my N.E.W.T.S class?” he asked, eyes alight in your anger.

You could feel every eye in the room on you, and to your complete horror, you felt angry tears pricking at your eyes. Blinking rapidly, determined not to show such weakness, you tilted your chin up and glared into the blank, black eyes before you.

“It was the moth dust, sir. It wasn’t ground fine enough, and she only stirred 3 times,” Draco answered for you. Despite your shock, you held your ground and glared up into Snape’s eyes.

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I believe I asked Y/N. If she can’t make a proper decaying drought, I should hope she’s at least intelligent enough to recognize her mistakes,” Snape said, his voice icy.

“If I knew my mistakes, sir, I wouldn’t make them. Would I?” you seethed, unable to hold it back any longer. As if you were going to let Draco Malfoy protect you. Surprised hisses and gasps sounded throughout the classroom, and you knew you’d fucked up.

“Detention. 3 days. With Filch,” he sneered, getting closer to you as he spoke, daring you to say anything else.

“Delightful,” you quipped back, a fake smile on your face.

“And 10 points from Slytherin for cheek. Making me take points from my own house, disgraceful,” and with a billowing wave of his cloak--he was heading back up to the front of the room.

“Tuesday, we will begin working on a lovely, tricky little potion known as Felix Felicis; you’ll be in partners,” he said, looking around the room before stopping on a pair of tittering Ravenclaws, “And I’ll be choosing the partners.”

The small class visibly deflated at the prospect of Snape choosing partners, causing Snape to grin lightly, and with that ominous note, he ended the class.

Desperate to get away, you left everything on your desk, only ensuring you had your bag before racing from the room, the frustrated tears falling freely now.

“Y/N!” you thought you heard Draco call--but surely you were mistaken, unless he wanted to further embarrass you or rub it in. Before he could do either, you burst into the girl's restroom and out of sight.

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- When the time is right Pt 2

Part 1, Part 3

word count: 3.5k

warnings: brief mention of dizziness and feeling sick, mention of scoliosis, angst + fluff at the end

A/N: Part two! I will write one more part, potentially two, kind of depends. I hope everyone enjoys this story so far!

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After getting back to your desk and quickly sitting down as it felt like your legs might just give up on you, heart still racing fast and mind filled with thoughts, you try and focus on the tasks ahead again. Your boss instructed you to make arrangements for the new partnership with Kineros Robotics and as you do some research on their website instead of clicking the Company History link or the product one to actually write the article, your thoughts trail off.

As a result, you click on ''Employees'' and you recognize the two men from earlier. One of them is called Jeff Pfister and the other one is called Mutt Nutter and you chuckle at that name. You learn they are heads of the company and then you see HR and there she is Wilhemina. In the photo she seems cold and harsh and not even in your worst nightmares you imagined meeting her would be like it was today.

First of all, you have trouble believing she works and lives in the same city you do now like it must be fate right? You moved and changed jobs and you find yourself in the same city? Your new firm working together with hers? and you running into her after thinking of her earlier while listening to some lyrics in your lunch break?

It all seems too good to be true and it definitely must be the universe sending you both some kind of signal. As you type out some words on your computer, actually trying to get some work done, you feel how shaky you are and that you can't even type properly. Taking a deep breath, you try and remind yourself to say calm and that this feeling will pass and reminding yourself this is just the result from today's events.

As you lean down to get your bag to drink something you see stars and you can feel dizziness approaching, so you slowly make your way to the employee's bathroom, also feeling slightly sick. Standing by the sink, you let some cold water run down your wrists and you also splash some cold water on your face to try and calm yourself down.

Obviously, it would affect you, seeing her again so unexpectedly but you didn't think it would hit you like this and feel like a tornado just rippled through your life. It feels like all this time since Wilhemina walked out of your life, the pain never truly stopped, and even though you had healed since, the scars opened again today.

After a while, you hear the bathroom door open and you hold onto the sink feeling sicker by the second. ''Oh dear Y/N are you okay?'' you hear one of your co-workers ask and rush over to you.

''Yeah I- I think I didn't drink enough'' you say and she offers to take you home but you don't wanna bother her. ''I think I will be fine'' you say and after drinking some water she got for you, you feel less dizzy but still completely exhausted.

''I will talk to Mr. Odell'' she says and before you can protest she is gone. After a few moments, she comes back with your bag and coat and guides you outside the building, and takes you to your car.

''Are you sure you should drive?'' she asks concerned but you reassure her you are fine. ''Thank you'' you say and she leaves with a smile and says ''Just rest and if you need anything just call'' and with that she leaves and you are left, sitting in your car and you let out a deep breath you have been holding in for way too long.

You start your engine, knowing deep down that you are in no state to actually drive and that you probably shouldn't but at the same time you just want to get back into the comfort of your own apartment, as soon as possible and lie down.

The drive doesn't take too long and with the window open, music very quietly playing in the background, and the occasional sips of water, you manage to get home quicker than you initially thought. You drop your bag and coat in the hallway and after shutting the door, you head straight to the bedroom, abandoning all your thoughts and things and practically falling into bed.

The dizziness quickly subceeds as you feel your body now adjusting to the comfort of your mattress, soft pillow, and blanket you managed to wrap loosely around your tired body. Sleep quickly consumes you, your body needing rest after this exhausting day, the thought of the redhead, causing this reaction, abandoned for now but she is here yet again to haunt you in your dreams, moments after falling asleep.

''No no no please don't leave'' you scream, currently caught in a nightmare, another sign your body and brain are still processing today's events. It feels like your personal hell, as you seem to relive the worst moment of your life over and over again and that's Wilhemina walking out of your life just in different scenarios and moments but it hurts in every form of it. Tears stream down your face as you beg her not to go but each time she leaves and it feels like dying every time.

The next morning:

As soon as your eyes snap open after hearing a faint sound coming from the other end of your apartment, you feel exhausted, the last night not providing you with the kind of sleep you needed for your body and mind to fully relax and be ready for another busy and packed day ahead.

Sighing, you rub your eyes and slowly get out of bed, your feet automatically following the source of the noise, that initially woke you up and as you realize it's your phone, you are somewhat glad for the distraction as it pulled you out of several nightmares. As you finally reach your bag, you retrieve your phone and you feel relieved as you realize it's 6:30 am and you didn't miss work. At the same time, your heart skips a beat as you see Mr. Odell's number this early in the morning.

''He-hello?'' you ask slightly dumbfounded why he would be calling you at this time in the morning. ''Ahh Miss Y/L/N I was just checking to see if you feel better'' he starts but you can already feel he is after something as this seems like a small excuse to call you. ''Yes I am, thank you'' you quickly reply, waiting for his actual reason behind calling you this early.

''Listen, the contracts with Kineros Robotics are finished, I need you to go and collect them with Ms. Venable this morning'' he instructs and you can already hear him typing away on his computer. ''Of course'' you reply before he says a few 'Thank yous' and ending the call.

Closing your eyes, you try and take a deep breath and remind yourself that everything will be okay and to keep the raging storm of emotions at bay but somehow the thought of seeing Wilhemina again terrifies you and makes your stomach flip but at the same time there are so many 'What ifs' and unanswered questions, still filling your brain and causing you to overthink.

Still feeling sleepy and also exhausted from the night before, you decide to have a quick shower, before getting ready and adjusting your usual work attire in the mirror, styling your hair, and applying makeup. The only difference today is that no amount of makeup could cover or hide the bags under your eyes and how exhausted you look.

Taking a deep breath and grabbing your things, as well as a coffee, you leave your apartment and head over to Kineros Robotics. Somehow, even though it seemed like on the entire car ride there you didn't even pay attention to anything, the day before you, you somehow did as you find yourself in the familiar parking lot, a while later.

As you walk in, heading straight towards the familiar corridor, walking past the front desk, you don't realize at first, that the entire building is dead quiet, your own thoughts too loud and only as you pass a clock on the wall, you realize it's seven thirty am and probably the reason for the silence and no one there yet.

Part of yourself feels relieved as you hear some clicking on a computer keyboard and without being able to see her yet, you know Wilhemina is already there. You aren't actually that surprised because the redhead used to be the first one in the office every morning, at your old firm where you worked together, always the first to open up and last to close up, really focussed on her work and taking it seriously.

As she hears footsteps approach, Wilhemina looks up confused about who would already be here at this time because she is always the first one and her idiot bosses wouldn't be awake at this time. ''Y/N?'' she asks confused as she sees you enter, stopping whatever she is working on, and for a moment you just look at her unable to say a word.

She scans each one of your features and by your posture and facial expression she knows you are not okay, she used to hold you whenever you weren't feeling well or after a nightmare and she can read you better than anyone else.

''What- what are you doing here this early?'' she asks confused and you can tell she hesitated at first before asking and you notice her voice still sounds dominant but it sounds slightly softer at the same time.

Finally clearing your throat and approaching her desk, ignoring your sweaty palms or heart beating faster, you compose yourself and manage to form a reply.

''I'm here to pick up the files and contracts for Mr. Odell'' you say, still feeling intimidated by her burning gaze. It seems as if she is staring straight into your soul, reading and knowing every single detail about you like the sleepless nights, nightmares, or how she still haunts you every single day.

''Very well'' she replies and nods and she retrieves her cane, gripping hard around the snake handle, before walking over to a cabinet and getting out some folders with the needed documents. As she has to slightly bend down, you notice the same expression on her face, even though you can only see half of it. Wilhemina always hid her pains from you, even back then, she would reassure and promise and pull the most adorable faces, promising she is okay but you knew deep down by the furrow in her eyebrow and how quickly her eyes shut close, whenever she had to move her back the slightest, she was lying.

It takes her moments to gather the needed documents and you find a little smile playing on your lips because despite what happened to the woman you used to know so well, it makes you feel calm that deep down she is still the same organized and hard-working Wilhemina she always had been. It feels like a glimpse of hope, a little ray of sunshine in the middle of a storm.

However, your smile quickly fades as Wilhemina turns around, her gaze lingering on you as she walks towards you. Her expression is stern and cold, no emotion visible and your little glimpse of hope vanishing again. Slowly the realization sinks in that no matter what might have happened, there will be no way to ever get back to how things used to be and this doesn't just cause your throat to go dry, hands shaking uncontrollably again but also for your heart to beat out of your chest, the feeling of anxiety slightly creeping it's ugly way back into your brain.

The woman standing across you, that used to be so much more to you than a stranger, scans your features, noticing the bags under your eyes and the sadness radiating off you. She can look behind the facade, the forced and polite smile but the Wilhemina currently standing in front of you doesn't know how to reach you anymore, as deep down she knows that she lost you long ago and along with you, the only source of light in her life, ever.

Snapping out of it, Wilhemina hands you the files not once averting your gaze and it feels like you might just die from the force her brown observing eyes have on you. As she hands you the files, you reach for it, trying to hide the shaking of your hands but the redhead instantly notices, her gaze finally leaving your eyes.

''Thank you, M-'' you start to say out of a habit, as you were so used to calling her that nickname before but you stop yourself just in time. You give her a polite smile that she doesn't return, her face completely lacking any emotions or giving you any indication on how she is feeling, either about this interaction or seeing you again in general.

Slowly, you turn back around, the same polite smile on your face and a little nod as a form of saying goodbye to her, not expecting to see her again in the near future, as Mr. Odell's assistant would be back tomorrow and you wouldn't be working on this anymore either way. As soon as you turn around and are about to head to the exit, back through the same corridor, your smile fades, face almost crumpling, the pain of seeing the woman you love change into this person completely lacking emotions and reminding you more of a robot than a human, which technically is fitting, considering the company you are currently in and the work they do.

Just as you are about to leave, you suddenly feel a hand reach for your wrist. You flinch momentarily and freeze, as you feel the material of the cold gloves on your skin. Instantly you are reminded of her touch lingering on your skin before when the two of you were still in each other's arms and lives. Her hands had never felt this strange and cold before, as they used to have the sole purpose of making you feel warm and loved, either by holding you or making you feel beautiful in other ways.

Finally, you snap your eyes open as a wave of emotions hit you, part of you wants to cry, part of you is angry about the way she left, heartbroken even being in the same room and just deeply concerned and worried about the redhead standing behind you and holding onto you still as if she was scared if she let go, she would lose you all over again.

''Y/N wait'' Wilhemina whispers and as you turn around, now inches apart, you don't notice the way her voice went soft and she let go of her grip after noticing you flinched a bit at the sensation. The two of you instantly lock eyes and it feels like so much is being said, simply through the locking of your eyes.

Despite the redhead trying to hide her true emotions, internally reminding herself who she is and who she has to be, to keep her perfect and cold appearance intact, she crumbles underneath the bottling up emotions and the way it made her feel to see you again. You notice the inner battle she is fighting, her eyes turning a darker and lighter shape with each thought inside Wilhemina. It feels as if the soft Mina is trying to fight her way out of this darker version, wanting to say so many things to you, but at the same time fighting with everything she has left inside her.

As you stand there frozen, just watching the woman standing across from you, your own emotions take over as tears prickle in your eyes and your heart loudly begins thumping in your chest. You look at the redhead, part of you begging her to speak up, to finally let those bottled up emotions go as you can practically feel them radiating off her. For a split second you have hope, as her mouth parts and you expect something, an explanation, an apology or something that could soothe the many questions and aching in your heart, that started with the day she walked out of your shared apartment.

However, the battle inside Wilhemina is too strong, the darker side having ruled her little kingdom of emotions too long that in result, soft Wilhemina, the woman you used to know and fell in love with, has no chance of winning or voicing herself. You sigh in defeat, as you realize there is no chance to get even a simple explanation out of Wilhemina. ''It's okay'' you mumble, after giving her enough time to speak and realizing that it's too late.

Your ex-girlfriend watches, as you turn your back to her again, this time not stopping in your tracks and this time you being the one to walk out of her workplace and life. She stands there frozen, unable to move for a while as the soft Mina is utterly heartbroken as a small part is still inside fighting somewhere. It takes her several minutes to snap out of her state after hearing her two bosses walk in with silly faces, clearly wanting something from the redhead again and needing her attention. She snaps out of it, turning around and walking towards her desk, the same cold expression on her face as if nothing had happened.

A while later, you sit by your desk after handing your boss the documents and unavoidably handing him the key to your connection to Wilhemina, as from tomorrow on Mr. Odell's assistant will be working on the Kineros Robotics case again, like she was supposed to. You try and focus on the tasks ahead but avert your gaze from your computer, looking out the window and watching as the clouds keep the sun from shining and blessing the city with sunlight. Your mind can't help but wander to Wilhemina and the question what had happened to her in the first place to change into the person you had met again yesterday.

Feeling a little shiver run down your spine, you try and ignore the thoughts, accepting fate and believing that fate always has a plan in the end. ''Maybe we aren't meant to be after all'' you think to yourself, before focussing your attention on your tasks and work for the day again, unaware that in a similar, much more purple office, on the other side of the city Wilhemina is sitting by her desk, her mind occupied by you.

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