#power dynamic

[painfullypregnant]

Big Boss

((Contains: Gender neutral carrier, labor inducing sex, public birth, slight humiliation and clothing birth))

I ignored the dull throbbing in my back and abdomen as my boss drilled into me, cock wide and heavy. My belly that usually swing with his violent thrusts was now still and solid as he slammed into my baby-cradling hips. I smelled the celebratory alcohol that was heavy on his breath while he leaned in and began to pump in and out of my bruised hole at a breakneck pace.

At this point in my overdue pregnancy, I could barely keep up. I breathed deeply to cope with the pelvic pain that multiplied when he invaded my pussy. I was so late and begged to be induced over a week ago but he denied my desire for birth and my time off request when I began to feel like I could lay down and push at any moment. I followed his every command despite my desperation, and he relished the control he had over me in my most vulnerable moments.

It was made abundantly clear that I'd give in to everything he wanted or else there would he consequences. Not physical, but financial.

Things hadn't always been this way. My boss was a humble and kind man when the company first started. The team was close knit and felt more like a family than anything I'd experienced at other jobs. It was a delight to work here until we went viral and blew up overnight. The public excitement for our projects meant money. More than any of us had ever seen in our lives. Soon enough, my boss was worth billions and the wealth spread to the rest of the team.

We'd been so happy but the more we grew, the more changes I saw in my boss. I knew he always had a crush on me, one I did not return in the slightest but we remained good friends even outside of work. He made his advances more obvious and frequent. I began to grow concerned, as there was no HR department for me to report to if anything happened. He was HR.

The day came where I was called into his office while preparing to head home and the way he looked at me as soon as I entered told me everything I needed to know. It was like a large, starving dog staring down a cut of fresh beef. I dreaded what was to come but was more surprised when he spoke.

"You know, I really appreciate the work you do around here. This company owes you a lot."

"Thank you, sir." I said while trying to hide the quiver in my voice.

"I think you could be so much more. And work is getting a bit hectic up here at the top. Would you be interested in a... promotion of sorts? CFO, perhaps?"

CFO? That can't be... It would triple my net worth and it would only grow from there. I'd be set for life after working a single year but as excited as the proposal made me, I was skeptical at the same time. There had to be a catch. There were other men here who were far more qualified than I was to be his second in command.

"That would be lovely but... what would the requirements be?"

He dropped his head and chuckled before looking back up at me with those piercing eyes. "Remember that talk we had a while back at the New Year's party?"

I narrowed my eyes, genuinely stumped as to what he was referencing.

Then it hit me.

Instead of telling the truth, I continued to play dumb. I truly prayed this wasn't going where I thought he was taking it. "I'm afraid I don't."

He must've caught my bluff because he stood from his desk and walked up to me with languid steps. "C'mon. You really don't remember? That thing about me wanting to be a dad and the babies?"

My heart was in my ears. This couldn't be happening.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember much from that night and we were drunk and–" I went silent when he held up large hand, looking annoyed.

"You remember." He was telling me. And I did but I wish I hadn't.

"Is there a reason why you're bringing this up."

"You're really gonna make me say it?"

"Say what?"

"I want you to give me a baby. No. Correction. You're going to give me a baby."

I was feeling too many things at once. Frustration, fear, arousal, anger. The latter bubbled over everything and I began to snap at him for using my drunken confession of my fetish against me in such a way. "With all due respect, I'm not some incubator or a dog to be bred."

"Was I asking you?"

I closed my mouth. He's not going to say it. He won't.

"If you want to continue working at this company, you're leaving this room pregnant tonight."

And just like that, I felt the walls close in around me. Sure, I had a desire to be pregnant. The idea of being stuffed with another man's seed was riveting but I'd hoped that man would be someone I chose. Someone I loved and agreed to settle with. Not my boss who was currently dangling my future over my head.

Then the arousal took hold. My boss was a big man. Much larger than me at 6'3 and 300lbs. of fat and muscle. I'd always dreamed of carrying big. I was merely 5'1 and knew taking his seed would mean being weighed down by a huge baby in the end. And it was a fantasy of mine to carry and birth a large child as my first.

So I nodded.

He took me over his desk and the morning sickness came within weeks of him dumping fat, hot loads of cum against my cervix. He continued to fuck me insane almost every day. I enjoyed it. More than he did until I entered my final month and the pounding never slowed down.

What remained a fantasy for him was now a complete hell for me. I was constantly cramping, tired, and leaking from somewhere. One day it would be my waters, one day it would be my tits, some days it would be neither or both. The babe was big in my hips. I leaned back and swayed when I walked around the building. False labor took hold more frequently and the post-orgasm contractions were beginning to drive me insane. I was completely out of womb and his child fought against me as it grew to a size my body could no longer accommodate. There were constant bulges around my belly. He'd rub the lumps under my skin and growl at how his load was becoming too much for me to handle.

The more I cried from his baby's head bouncing on my cervix, the harder he went. Two nights before, I was confident that I was in labor after our end-of-the-day session. He ushered me into his car and we rushed to the hospital, all the while he talked about how ready he was to see me scream and bulge around the head of his child as I sobbed through violent contractions in the passenger seat.

We were both surprised to be sent home shortly after I was examined.

Even though I felt and looked like I was on the verge of childbirth, the doctors confirmed that I wasn't open enough for the baby to come, but if the sex continued (they definitely noticed his cum in my hole as they checked my dilation), I'd be laboring very soon.

As excited as this made him, I noticed he was more careful and halted the sex due to an upcoming event I was needed for.

We were announcing the launch of our latest project and presenting concepts of a few others in the works at a major tech expo that would be live streamed and viewed by millions. He wanted me to be the one to introduce our ideas and pass the mic off so he could elaborate on the subjects. He said he wanted everyone to know I was involved and give me credit for some of the things we came up with but I knew there was something else behind it.

My suspicion was confirmed as he took me in his drunken state after the pre-expo party. His breath was on my neck and in my ear as he thrusted hard. All he could talk about was how excited he was for the world to see what he'd done to me. For them to see how painful and fat with child he made me.

"And as soon as we're off stage I'm gonna fuck you." The thought made him fuck me faster. "I'll fuck you until you're begging to push."

I was manhandled from the hotel bed to the bathroom where he continued to rock in and out of me. He came for what I hoped was the last time, trembling and shaking profusely as he cradled my contracting belly with huge hands that dwarfed mine. He stayed inside my hole after he came and groaned as the contraction squeezed him. I grunted in pain and pushed on his hips as a signal for him to get out, and he did to my surprise. A bit of water followed his cock when he pulled out, but not enough for a full rupture.

We showered together and he passed out as soon as he hit the bed. I silently labored throughout the night. There were a few times when I tried to wake him and let him know the baby was on its way but he'd growl and turn away from me.

I thought for sure he'd wake up to a soaked bed with me moaning around the head of his child but my cervix and waters held overnight. I felt so weak from the lack of sleep by the morning but I had a job to do.

I was the first one in the bathroon to prepare for the day. A contraction had me bent over the sink when he finally entered and paused to admire the state he put me in. I didn't even know he was there until I felt his hardness against my ass and I gasped, pushing his hips away again with my hand.

"Please." I begged, unable to take any more sex with the head of his child so low and ready to be born. "Please, I can't."

"Relax. Don't have time for it anyway and I can't have this one coming out before the presentation."

I was slow to get ready and needed help getting into my outfit. I cursed every god there was for the store not having elastic waist slacks in stock when I went shopping for something to present in. The pants I got were slightly too small and the belt I wore cut into my lower belly, adding to the pressure.

We were in the elevator on our way down to the conference hall when I yelped and clutched my belly. He glanced at me without moving his head and asked in annoyance. "What's wrong with you?"

"I've-I've been having birth pains since last night." I was trying so hard to sound like I wasn't blaming him but he smirked and chuckled to my surprise.

"Was it that good?" He laughed even harder but I couldn't fathom joking at the moment. The pain grew and a new feeling came with it. The urge to push. My boss must have seen it on my face and the way I grasped the crotch of my pants. "We'll be done in no time. Then we can go to the bathroom and you can scream it out in the toilet for all I care."

The elevator dinged and he started walking out before I could finish my plea for a replacement. He was severely underestimating everything I felt and paid no attention to the condition I was in. The entirety of his mind was on this expo. Everything else would come after.

He paused just as he stepped into the lobby and let me lead. I knew he just wanted to watch me waddle and grunt through waves of other people, my ripeness and discomfort on full display for everyone to see. People looked and pointed at me with concerned expressions. I was embarrassed walking around in such a state but my boss loved the looks I got. He nodded and smiled at everyone who stopped to observe my gravidness.

I thought we'd never make it to the back stage room but we did. My feet and back were screaming as I stood there badly hunched over my oddly shaped belly, desperately looking around for a place to rest. Someone must have noticed because a younger man ran over to me with a cushioned chair and gestured for me to take a seat. I thanked him as I began to lower myself down but the head shifted when my legs spread and I grunted loudly while clutching my rock-solid belly. I lifted it to move the weight of the baby off my poor hips as I squatted down further onto the chair.

It felt so good to finally be able to sit and just let my belly hang. I sat there contracting and squirming for the better part of an hour before I was called for final touch ups before I went on stage. It took ages for me to haul my overly pregnant body off the chair and waddle to the proper station.

My boss made his frustrating with how long it was taking me to walk known but I ignored him as a lightning bolt of pain shot through my body. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, nearly giving in to my body's demand to force the baby out. One hand clutched my crotch while the other frantically rubbed at my back and belly for any bit of relief I could get. My legs shook violently as I kept myself from falling to the floor. I rolled my hips as best as I could and began whispering as I breathed deep.

"Whooooa. Hooooo, baby hold on. Hold on for me, please. Hooooooo. Hoooooooo. Ohhhhhhh the head."

When asked if I was okay by one of the interns, I opened my mouth to tell her I needed to give birth but my boss beat me to it. "Hey, they're fine. Worry about your job."

The intern frowned. "Let me get you some water."

"I said they're fine! And there's no time, they should be on stage already." I was not fine and would, in fact, kill for a cup of cold water.

I tried one last time in vain to tell him how close I was, and that it was urgent. "The baby's really coming. The head... I'm gonna pu–"

"Alright, go! We'll deal with it later."

An older woman was the one who prepped my ear piece. She looked down at me with a sympathetic frown as she adjusted it so I could hear any commands I was given from my boss. I could tell she'd been through this before by the way she began to coach me through the contraction I was suffering. "Breathe. Just breathe and go slow. Try to hold that baby in, you just gotta be up there for ten minutes."

I didn't feel like I had ten minutes in me. This baby was coming NOW. I didn't even register her whispering to another worker next to me because I was so lost in the fog of childbirth.

As soon as it ended, it was time.

My boss gave my ass a pinch and I jumped before walking out on stage. Thousands clapped and cheered when they saw me. For a split second, I was distracted from the fact that I was in full blown active labor and smiled as I began my intro. Throughout the entirety of the presentation so far, I was on autopilot. I had practiced this in my sleep and it was rehearsed several times at the office.

And then something in me snapped. I jumped and let out a small gasp when I felt the sharpest pain in my cervix. I stared off into space and blinked rapidly as I felt my body push in earnest without me. I paused for a few seconds longer than I wanted to and I heard my boss's voice through the earpiece. "The AI? Did you forget already?"

I was fighting the urge to grab my belly and moan when his voice cut through everything and threw me back into the presentation like a robot. But this time, my mind multitasked. I was still on autopilot but another part of my mind was on the baby I was about to birth in front of millions if I didn't get off stage right this instant.

I felt a trickle run down my leg and knew my waters would go at any second but before that could happen, I finished my part of the presentation. The crowd erupted in applause and I looked towards my boss who couldn't be more proud. And I was close to relief. All I had to do was call him up and that would be it. I could run into the bathroom and give in to the pure instinct that was screaming for me to lay down and have his baby right here.

"And our CEO will tell you the rest." I ended with a trembling smile that no one seemed to notice.

It felt like he was walking in slow motion up to me. I began to shake. I took one step towards him as he approached but quickly squeezed my legs together when I felt the baby lurch downward. The head was heavy and round behind the lips of my pussy as it bulged. I was border line hyperventilating by the time he got to me. My panicked state was noticed and his eyebrows furrowed but he continued with his part of the presentation.

He thanked me with a "how about another hand for my second in command?". The crowd roared once more and I was forced to turn and face them. The camera zoomed in to my face but I was more focused on trying to control myself than pleasing the audience. But I could feel my boss's red hot stare burning through my side and smiled shakily once more. I lifted my hand to give a goodbye wave and then...

POP.

My underwear and pants we're full of the head and soaked with birth fluid. I didn't even notice my body was pushing as hard as it was as my desperation reached its peak. The crowd gasped as my hand flew down to cup the baby, water trickled out of me in a steady stream. My boss looked at me in shock before covering his mic with a fist.

"Did you just piss yourself like an untrained toddler? You couldn't hold it?" He hissed in rage. I was ruining his big day but I could care less at the moment.

I took two shaky steps towards the backstage but the shoulders bulged and I couldn't go any further. I gave in, running on pure maternal instinct and frantically began unclasping my belt. My trembling hands made it all the more difficult but I was able to take it off and throw it to the side.

"I'm having the baby." I groaned to nobody and everybody.

"What?"

And now I was working on my buckle and zipper, babbling incoherently and unable to think about anything but dropping. "I'm having... I'm-I'm giving birth. It's out. It's out!"

My pants fell to the ground and my baby followed soon after, hitting the floor of the stage with a wet plop as it gushed out and landed in a huge puddle of amniotic fluid. I stood there with my hands on my knees, pants and underwear pooled around my ankles, and a blue cord that connected me to the big baby that squirmed and wailed on the hard floor hanging out of my pussy. I wheezed and hyperventilated while the crowd gasped and took out their phones to record.

I looked back at my boss and could tell he was annoyed. He merely wanted the world to see me large and due with his babe but didn't expect me to pop it out even though he'd fucked me will into labor the night before.

Paramedics rushed to the stage. The crew must have called them when I initially announced that it was coming. I lifted my leg as they crowded me and my huge baby that screamed on the cold floor. The cord was cut and I heard my boss sigh heavily over the mic while he watched the commotion his child caused.

"I apologize for the inconvenience on their behalf, everyone." He said while looking at me with sheer disappointment before resuming the presentation. "Now, where was I?"

[himejoshidoll]

[sylestine-redacted]

His Office

f!reader x Guilliman

A/n: this is me trying to write less..idk guys I think im just a rambler. but funny note this story is titled "Office Slvt" in my notes.

Cw: NSFW, kinda free use implied, power imbalance, fingering

Unserious but handsome picture of the man (^^)b + source

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His office smelled like oil, parchment, and steel. Grand, spartan, and ancient. The war banners of Ultramar hung in grim silence behind him, and the gold-wreathed Aquila gleamed above the vast desk where you now found yourself bent over — palms flat, legs spread, cheek pressed against the cool obsidian surface.

Roboute Guilliman didn’t speak at first. He simply stood behind you — monumental in scale, armor stripped down to the bare black of his under-layer. His sheer presence was enough to fill the space like a god descending through atmosphere. Nine feet tall, broader than a fortress door, he moved with the crushing inevitability of a tide rolling in over mortal sand.

One gloved hand skimmed down your spine. It wasn’t tender.

It was clinical.

Studying.

“You’re always so eager,” he murmured — his voice something low and imperial, threaded with old Cthonian iron and Ultramarian disdain. “So ready to be touched. Used.”

His hand stopped at the base of your spine. Spread. Fingers like steel pistons, massive and confident. His thumb pressed down — not hard, but with just enough pressure to say stay.

“I keep you around for morale, you know. The officers think you’re my concubine. My whore.” He leaned forward then, his body heat a furnace — his other hand sliding beneath the thin fabric at your hips, tugging it down, exposing everything in a single fluid motion. “They’re not wrong.”

Your body clenched involuntarily — air catching in your throat. His fingers — oh, those hands — were absurd. Each one could have circled your wrist like a manacle, and now, two of them were parting you with deliberate slowness, exposing every slick, swollen inch of you to cold air and his impossible gaze.

He groaned. It wasn’t gentle. It was approval, hunger, and threat wrapped into one sound.

“You’re already dripping on my floor,” he muttered, almost amused. “Disgusting little thing. This isn’t even for me anymore. You’re just trained. Addicted.”

Then—his fingers.

The first two fingers were enough to fill you like a tongue of sculpted marble — thick, long, calloused from war. They pressed in slowly, with deliberate weight, stretching your walls open around their impossible girth.

“Mmnn—ah—f-fuck—” you choked, voice already cracking.

Guilliman didn’t respond. He just watched.

He stood behind you, his frame shadowing your entire body. The musculature of his arms flexed with each movement — cords of strength beneath pale-gold skin slicked with faint sweat. The scent of him was something sharp and metallic — like ozone, like a forge. Like the moment before a battlefield turns red.

His fingers curled.

You arched — back seizing, thighs trying to close, failing. The desk’s edge dug into your hips as your body squeezed tight around him, wet and fluttering, your walls spasming just from that single flex.

He did it again.

And again.

Each stroke landed deep, knuckles brushing against your entrance as though he was toying with the idea of putting his whole hand in you. You whimpered like a thing torn open.

“You can’t even take two fingers without sobbing,” he said, almost thoughtful. “I’ve had war machines with less sensitivity than this body.”

“F-fuck—fuck, I—”

“What was that?”

“I c-can’t—hah—fuck, I c-can’t t-take it—” your voice hiccuped, broken by pleasure. “P-please—too b-big—s’too much—!”

“Too much?” he echoed, mock-disbelief coloring his tone. “And yet…” he pressed in deeper, slow and steady, until the pads of his fingers kissed something molten inside you, a place that sent stars bursting behind your eyes—“you’re still sucking me in. As if your body knows better than your mouth.”

The pace didn’t change. It stayed slow. Insistent. His palm rested flush against your folds now, warm and heavy, every stroke of his fingers forcing your hole to dilate around the thick knuckles.

The wet sounds echoed in the vaulted space — slurp, slurp, squelch — absolutely filthy. There was no hiding the way your cunt clung to him with greedy, needy pressure, no denying how much of you was now painted down his wrist in slick and shame.

“I sh-shouldn't—hah—f-fuck, ffffuck me—” you panted, face hot against the desk’s stone, saliva smearing your cheek as your hips rolled in helpless rhythm. “Y-you—y’r h-hand—i-it’s not—f-fair—fuck—!”

He laughed once, low and sharp.

“Oh, it’s more than fair.”

Then he twisted his fingers — not pulling them out, no, just rotating them inside you. Your body seized so hard your feet kicked once, legs quivering. You made a sound like something feral and caged, eyes rolling.

“You were made for this,” he murmured, almost reverent. “To be opened. Stretched. Ridden into usefulness. You want to cum again already, don’t you?”

“N-no,” you whimpered. “I— I—mmh—p-p-please…”

“Please what?”

Your brain couldn’t even organize around the question. His fingers were still moving, pumping now in slow, dragging thrusts that pulled your cunt open around him in glossy, obscene detail. Your inner muscles spasmed, clamping around his knuckles like your body was desperate to milk them. The air stank of sex.

“I—p-please—nnhh—need it—n-need you, need m-more—more, more—!”

Guilliman exhaled through his nose like a general surveying a conquered province.

“So greedy. So needy.”

And then he added a third finger.

You screamed — not loud, but raw, ruined. The stretch was sudden, scorching — your body fighting the intrusion for a single agonizing second before giving way like wet silk, collapsing around the new girth.

Your legs buckled. You would have collapsed entirely if not for his free hand grabbing the back of your neck — not kindly. Like a handler restraining a twitchy beast.

“Don’t you dare fall,” he growled. “You take it. You hold still.”

You obeyed. You had no choice.

You were dripping. Slick ran in long, glistening strands down his wrist, his hand soaked, the desk smeared with your arousal. Your pussy squelched obscenely with each thrust, each curl, each punishing pressure he drove into your trembling core.

“I want them to see you like this,” he whispered against your spine. “Legs shaking. Ruined. Soaked. Bent over the desk like a creature. My sweet, broken little office slut.”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, voice high and cracked. “Y-yours—fuck, I—y’r hand, I-I can’t—s’deep, you’re—hah—y’r so—big—”

“Louder,” he barked, thrusting those three fingers deeper.

“YOURS!” you cried, mind shattered. “M’—yours, I-I’m yours, f-fuck—fucking keep me—k-keep m-me here—p-please, please—!”

Your body was on fire — pressure building in your belly, legs twitching. Your second orgasm crept up your spine like a loaded executioner’s axe. You tried to hold it back—

—and he curled his fingers again.

You shattered.

Your orgasm hit like a lightning strike. Body buckling, cunt spasming, eyes white. You screamed. You sobbed. And still he didn’t stop. His fingers continued fucking into your twitching cunt, slower now, but deliberate — milking every last drop of your climax from your swollen walls, stretching you through it.

“Good,” he murmured. “Don’t fall. Not yet.”

You stayed standing only because he held you up.

Half-conscious. Slick dripping from between your thighs in sticky trails onto the floor. Your voice reduced to sobs, gasps, half-finished moans.

Still stretched.

Still full.

And his fingers… still inside you.

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See.. it gets the job done but... I could read about him having his way with me forEVER...so... this feels too short. Thoughts?

I have lots of ideas for this au guilliman.

(人´ｴ`*)♪

[honeygrahambitch]

When Will entered the room he was not sure whether he was hallucinating the scene in front of his eyes. Hannibal was on all fours, biting Winston's ear. The dog looked as confused as Will was.

"Am I interrupting something? Please tell me you are still only interested in eating humans."

Because that was at least something he could excuse. His dogs would not become Hannibal's dinner.

Hannibal shook his head not letting go of the ear. Will looked at Winston and arched an eyebrow as if he was expecting the dog to give him an answer.

Locking eyes with Will, Winston got excited and started waving his tail and tapping his paws on the floor, his tongue dangling silly.

"Hannibal, drop it." Will said as he approached him and extended his hand. He shook his head again in response. "Drop. It. Don't make me repeat myself."

Hannibal obeyed when Will's tone changed, but the look in his eyes remained dissatisfied.

"What was that about? Leave Winston alone."

"He is jealous. He doesn't like me. On the internet it said I have to bite his ear to show him who's..." Hannibal bit his tongue before he let out something he might regret.

"Show him who's...? What did you want to say?"

"No, nothing, we were just playing." Hannibal said as he tried to get up. Will's hand tapped his shoulder, not allowing him to complete the action.

"Sit down." Will ordered as his fingers travelled to Hannibal's face. "You wanted to show him what?"

Hannibal sighed. "Who's in charge."

"Louder?"

"Who's in charge."

"Is that what you wanted?" Will asked as his thumb pressed against Hannibal's cheekbone, burning him with his gaze. "Tell me who's in charge."

"I can bite."

Will made the same sound he used to scold his dogs when they protested.

"Again? I don't need to bite your ear for an answer, Hannibal."

Hannibal looked at his defiantly, still on his knees, refusing to admit what Will wanted to hear. There was something beautiful in being put in his place by Will but on the other hand there was something beautiful in defying Will's authority as well.

"Be my good boy." Will encouraged him, this time in a softer manner. Something in Hannibal's gaze shifted, any trace of rebellion gone. Winston barked, as excited as he was by hearing the magic words.

"You're in charge." He admitted, not breaking eye contact, waiting for his praise. He leaned in, resting his head against Will's legs.

Will's hand brushed his hair lovingly. "You are my good boy."

[frettedzetaplushball]

[afterdarkseduction]

Old blood lullaby

Thal’rith A’mothar

A’vrēn ta'ru vel ehlira, or drāth ehlan kavar Ka Sil’varai shi’reth senn’ka shal… Yveth, yveth, yveth…

Nara valen, dresta lunai,

Kael’tha mor’dak, ta'ru or ash'na ehlan va'en

Yveth, yveth, yveth…

sel'nor.

English Translation

Sleep, Child of Shadow

I sing to you, child of blood,

in shadow and silence.

The stars weep with silver light…

Hush, hush, hush...

Close your eyes, forget the moon,

The old ones call to you,

in ash and bone.

Hush, hush, hush...

Sleep.

🖤 Keep dancing in the dark...we'll be waiting for you in the shadows 🖤

[daxwritesstories]

Assistant Yasmin: Episode 1 - Hot Mess

Summary: Yasmin starts her new job as a live-in assistant for a CEO. When she arrives though, she finds that this "CEO" is not at all what she expected him to be like. She must find a way to get along with him if she's going to survive this new job.

Scene 1

EXT. Highway - Day

Opening shot is of Yasmin’s car driving on the highway. It is a nice vehicle but it’s not too flashy. 

Yasmin: Yeah, they’re gonna house me and all of my meals are covered. None of it comes out of my pay. It’s a pretty sweet gig.

INT. Yasmin’s car

Yasmin is driving with one hand and holding her phone up to her ear with the other. She is an average-looking woman dressed in business casual clothing. She’s neatly groomed, her long brown hair is curled at the ends and she wears minimal makeup. She has a naturally pretty face, with big brown doe-eyes.

Yasmin: And the pay is great for an assistant job, considering all the accommodations.

Yasmin pauses.

Yasmin: It is a little weird that his parents were the ones who hired me. But you know how rich people are. They gave me the job almost immediately after the interview and I wasn’t just gonna say no to that kind of pay. I didn’t even have to negotiate a higher salary.

Yasmin glances around as she listens to the other person.

Yasmin: I know, but it’s only one city over. It’s less than an hour drive so I’ll come back to visit as much as I can.

Yasmin pauses and listens to the person on the other end of the phone.

Yasmin: I’m gonna miss you too. But like I said, I’ll come visit you when I have days off.

She pauses again.

Yasmin: I promise. You know I always keep my promises.

Yasmin pauses for a moment and then laughs.

Yasmin: Okay, well I’ll talk to you later. Okay. I’ll let you know how it goes. Okay, bye!

Yasmin hangs up and puts her phone down on the passenger seat. She focuses on the road, glancing at the GPS on her car’s screen. The route on screen shows that she is almost at her destination.

Scene 2

EXT. Givenchy Residence parking lot - Day

Yasmin’s car pulls into the parking lot of a luxury apartment complex. She carefully parks and gets out of the car. She walks around to the trunk. After opening the hatch, she lifts a relatively small suitcase out of it.

INT. Givenchy Residence lobby - Day

We cut to Yasmin opening the first set of glass doors that lead to the lobby, pulling her suitcase with her. She stops at the second set of doors and presses the button for the tenth floor - the top floor.

Yasmin waits after the buzz and soon a second buzz is heard. 

Valerie (through intercom): Givenchy residence.

Yasmin: Hi. My name is Yasmine Post. I’m–

Valerie (through intercom): Oh! You’re the new assistant. Please come on up. Tenth floor and it’s the door on the far left.

Yasmin: Thank–

The intercom buzzes again, cutting Yasmin off. There is a clicking sound as the second set of doors unlock.

Yasmin: …you.

Yasmin seems a bit taken aback but she shrugs it off and opens the door.

INT. Givenchy Residence elevator - Day

Yasmin stands silently alone in the elevator, watching the different floor numbers light up. The elevator itself is pristine and has an expensive, modern look to it. The lights on the floor numbers shine brightly as if they are brand new.

Eventually the tenth floor -the highest floor- lights up and the doors slide open in front of Yasmin. She steps into the hallway and takes a moment to look around. 

INT. Givenchy Residence outside hallway - Day

There are only three doors on the entire floor with a lot of space between them. The walls are lined with a clean white wallpaper that has a pattern of golden embellishments on it. The doors are made of sturdy wood and have shiny golden handles.

Yasmin walks to the end of the hallway, towards one of the doors. Unlike the other two doors, it has a golden plate bolted to it that reads “Givenchy Residence”.

Yasmin knocks on the door. She only has to wait a few seconds before it opens. A woman wearing a light blue dress with an apron overtop answers the door. Her short red hair is neatly curled to frame her face and she is wearing pink rubber gloves.

Valerie: Miss Post. Welcome! Please come in.

Yasmin steps into the penthouse and rolls her suitcase in. The front door leads to a small front area that is walled off from the rest of the apartment. An archway across from the door leads out of the front area but it is difficult to see what is past it.

Yasmin: Thank you, Miss…

Valerie: You can just call me Valerie. I’m one of the maids. Please just leave your suitcase by the door for now.

Yasmin: Okay…

Hesitantly, Yasmin leaves her suitcase against the wall near the door. 

Valerie: And you can leave your shoes on, just wipe them on the mat first. Please and thank you.

Looking a little overwhelmed, Yasmin wipes her dress shoes on the front mat. Valerie waits for her to finish before speaking again.

Valerie: Great. Please follow me.

Yasmin follows Valerie out of the front area.

The archway leads to a living area with expensive-looking, maximalist furniture. It’s all made of dark wood with hot pink upholstery and embellishments. The coffee table is so large that it almost looks like a stage. The television takes up half of the leftmost wall. There are various sculptures and paintings situated around the room. It’s all extravagant.

Yasmin looks around, wide-eyed. She is obviously impressed by the lavish penthouse.

Valerie talks to Yasmin as she leads her through the living room.

Valerie: Thank goodness you’re here. The last assistant quit so suddenly that Mr. Givenchy is very far behind on his work. I apologize for dumping a bunch of work on you on your first day, but you will have to help him catch up.

Yasmin: It’s alright. I signed up for difficult work.

Valerie stops for a moment and seems to ponder what Yasmin said.

Valerie: Yes! That is what you signed up for. Remember that.

Yasmin: What?

Valerie ignores the question and continues walking, Yasmin follows.

Valerie: Mr. Givenchy should be in the kitchen eating lunch. Hopefully that means we’ll catch him in a good mood.

Yasmin: Huh? What do you mean?

Felix (from the next room): You expect me to eat this garbage?! Rats wouldn’t even eat this shit! It tastes fucking awful!

Yasmin looks shocked. Valerie sheepishly smiles, avoiding eye contact.

Valerie: There he is…

INT. Givenchy Residence kitchen - Day

Cut to the kitchen where Felix and Kirk are having an argument. Kirk is standing behind the counter and Felix is sitting at the small dining table. Gwen is also there, standing in between them, watching the argument unfold.

The kitchen is just as fancy as the living room, fit for a professional chef. The counters and island are all quality granite and they look recently polished. The cupboards and drawers are a stylish black and red, giving a modern look to the area.

The small dining table is situated near the bar. It is circular, made of dark wood, and has four chairs surrounding it. Felix is lounging in one of the chairs.

Kirk: You’ve only had one bite. How on earth do you not like it already?

Felix: Because it tastes like shit. I don’t need to have another bite to know that.

Kirk: I don’t get paid enough to take your insults. If you don’t like it then don’t eat it.

Felix: You get paid plenty. Now make me something else.

Kirk: I’m not your food slave, brat! Make it yourself.

Kirk turns around and starts untying his apron. Instead of responding, Felix picks up a handful of mashed potatoes from his plate and throws it at Kirk. The food lands right on the back of Kirk’s head. Kirk freezes in shock.

Yasmin and Valerie walk into the room right as the food is thrown. Yasmin covers her mouth in surprise and Valerie just sighs.

Gwen: Sir, please don’t throw–

Felix: Shut up!

Gwen immediately stops talking and her posture shrinks.

Felix: Fine. Don’t make me anything else. It’ll probably just taste awful too.

Kirk doesn’t say anything, he just huffs and storms out of the room, fuming. He doesn’t acknowledge Valerie or Yasmin when he passes them.

Felix turns his attention to the two women. He frowns as he looks at Yasmin.

Felix: Who’s this?

Valerie: This is Miss Yasmin Post. She’s the new assistant your parents hired for you.

Felix: Huh.

Felix stands up and we get a better view of what he is wearing. He has an expensive-looking, pink fur jacket on and some sort of black top underneath. He also wears a lighter pink mini skirt overtop of sheer leggings. The outfit is complete with pink platform heels.

Felix himself is a short thin man with blonde hair and a couple of piercings on his eyebrow and nose. He wears a bit of colorful makeup.

He walks over to Yasmin, wiping his dirty hand on Gwen’s apron on the way. He stops in front of Yasmin and looks her up and down.

Felix: Well it took you long enough to get here. I have, like, ten things that needed to be done yesterday.

Felix looks over at Valerie.

Felix: Has she been shown her room yet?

Valerie: No, you said–

Felix: Whatever. You can just bring her stuff to the room. I have work that needs to be done.

Felix motions at Valerie to go and then speaks to Yasmin again.

Felix: Jasmine, was it?

Yasmin: Yasmin.

Felix: Yasmin! Okay, let’s go to my office.

Yasmin: I thought you were eating lunch?

Felix: Don’t question me.

Yasmin immediately adjusts her attitude.

Yasmin: Right. Sorry.

Felix starts walking out of the room and Yasmin moves to follow him. Before she can take a step though, Valerie grabs her arm.

Valerie: Good luck.

Valerie lets go of Yasmin and leaves to go back to work.

Scene 3

INT. Felix’s office - Day

Felix walks into his office, followed by Yasmin. 

The office is nicely decorated but there isn’t much to it. There are two desks, one notably fancier than the other, and a large bookshelf covers the back wall. There is also an expensive-looking couch near the bookshelf and an intricately designed rug on the floor.

Felix gestures to the less fancy desk.

Felix: That’s your desk. Last assistant left most of their stuff so feel free to use it.

Yasmin goes to sit down at her desk. Felix sits down on the couch instead of at the other desk. 

Felix: So, I have a long list of emails that need to be written up and sent off. I sent it to your computer so if you could just write all those for me that would be great.

Yasmin: Erm, okay.

Felix: And after that’s done I need you to go over the payroll statements and make sure all the payments went through. That was supposed to be done, like, three days ago but I’m sure it’s fine.

Yasmin: Okay…

Felix: Oh, and then there’s a bunch of price changes that need to be done, but you can just save that for last since it’s not as urgent. And that’s pretty much everything you need to know.

Yasmin: Yes… sir…?

Felix: “Sir” is fine. Or you can just call me Felix. That’s my name.

Yasmin: Do your assistants usually call you by your first name?

Felix: Only the ones who’ve lasted longer than a couple weeks.

Yasmin looks confused by the remark but she brushes it off.

Yasmin: Okay. And… what are you gonna do?

Felix: Dunno. I’ll probably just listen to music. Just give me a shove if you have questions.

Felix pulls a pair of earbuds out his coat pocket. 

Yasmin: What? Aren’t you gonna do any work?

Felix: Don’t feel like it.

Yasmin: But I thought this stuff had to “be done yesterday”. It’d be faster if we both worked on it.

Felix: Maybe. But I’m the one paying you so you don’t get to boss me around like that.

Yasmin: I wasn’t trying to–

Felix: Don’t care. 

Felix puts his earbuds in and lies down on the couch. Yasmin is flabbergasted but doesn’t argue. Instead, she just sighs and opens the laptop on the desk in front of her.

When she opens the laptop, she notices a sticky note attached to the screen. She reads it and realizes that it’s the username and password for the laptop.

Yasmin: You shouldn’t leave passwords out in the open like this.

Felix turns to look at Yasmin and takes one of the earbuds out.

Felix: Huh?

Yasmin shakes her head in frustration.

Yasmin: Nevermind.

Yasmin takes the sticky note off of the screen and crumples it in her hand.

Scene 4

INT. Yasmin’s room - Night

Yasmin is lying on her new bed, talking on the phone. She seems distraught.

Yasmin: No, I’m not exaggerating. He’s a fucking nightmare. He basically wants me to do all of his work for him because he’s too lazy to do even a little bit of it himself.

Yasmin pauses. She looks around the room, obviously still taking everything in.

Yasmin: No, he literally would not do any work. He just listened to music all day. I think he even fell asleep a couple times.

She pauses again, listening more closely to her phone this time.

Yasmin: I guess you’re right. Yeah, it could have just been a bad day. But you should have seen the way his other staff were acting.

INT. Givenchy Residence hallway - Night

Cut to Valerie walking down the hallway towards Yasmin’s room. We can hear Yasmin’s voice through the door as she continues to talk on the phone. Valerie goes to knock on the door but stops when she catches onto what Valerie is talking about.

Yasmin: Yeah, I don’t know, Bria. I don’t think I can do this. I get why the last assistant left so suddenly. This is too much to deal with.

Valerie appears to be saddened by what Yasmin is saying. She drops her fist and looks down at the floor thoughtfully.

Yasmin: I know, I know. It’s only been one day. I guess I could sleep on it…

Valerie suddenly straightens her posture and has a determined look on her face. She raises her fist again, prepared to knock on the door.

INT. Yasmin’s room - Night

We cut back to Yasmin lying on her bed.

Yasmin: Yeah… It’s just that–

There is a knock at the door and Yasmin stops talking mid sentence. She glances at the door.

Yasmin: Uh… I’ll have to call you back. Yeah, sorry. Talk to you later.

Yasmin hangs up the phone and sits up on her bed.

Yasmin: Uh, yes! Come in!

The door opens and Valerie steps into the room.

Yasmin: Hi Valerie.

Valerie: Hello. I just came to see if you’ve settled in.

Yasmin: Oh yes, the room is very comfortable. Thank you.

Valerie: Good.

Valerie glances out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone is around. She sighs.

Valerie: Can I talk to you for a moment?

Yasmin: Um… yeah. Of course.

Valerie turns and closes the bedroom door. She then walks over to the bed and her demeanor completely changes. She suddenly seems panicked.

Valerie: Please don’t quit. I’m begging you.

Yasmin takes a moment to process what Valerie said before responding.

Yasmin: What?

Valerie: Forgive me, but I overheard your phone conversation. Please just give it a week, I’m sure you’ll get used to it.

Valerie sighs again.

Valerie: Look, I know that Mr. Givenchy can be a difficult person but you seem like the type of woman who can handle it. Please. We went five days without an assistant before you were hired and nothing got done. That’s an entire business week of no work! His father is going to take the business away from him if this keeps up.

Yasmin closes her eyes for a moment, taking everything in.

Yasmin: Wait. His father?

Valerie: Yes! His father owns a few businesses and he gave him ownership of one of the smaller companies to see if he could handle managing it. He’s supposed to inherit everything from his father one day.

Yasmin: Oh. I… didn’t know that.

Valerie: I’m not asking you to feel sorry for him. It’s just that if his father takes away the company then we’ll all be out of a job.

Yasmin: Oh…

Valerie: You understand why I’m desperate, right?

Yasmin sighs and thinks hard for a few seconds.

Yasmin: Yeah…

Valerie looks at Yasmin with eyes full of hope.

Yasmin: Okay, fine. I’ll stay for a few more days and see how it goes.

Valerie happily pulls Yasmin into a hug.

Valerie: Thank you so much!

Valerie seems to suddenly realize what she is doing. She quickly lets go of Yasmin.

Valerie: Sorry. That was very unprofessional.

Valerie stands up and straightens out her clothes.

Valerie: I’ll wake you up for breakfast tomorrow morning. Try to get some sleep.

Valerie quickly leaves the room, politely closing the door behind her. Yasmin is left alone, stunned by everything that just happened.

Scene 5

INT. Givenchy Residence outside hallway - Night

Valerie exits the penthouse and steps out into the hallway. She locks the door behind her and sighs. She seems stressed out. 

There is a quick buzzing sound and Valerie quickly takes her phone out of her dress pocket. She turns it on and we see a close up of the screen. There is a notification from a security camera app that says “Motion Detected”.

Valerie taps on the notification and waits for the app to load. When it does, we see a live feed of the front of the apartment building. On the video, we can see Felix walking out of the front doors. 

Felix is wearing a much flashier outfit than before, a shiny, holo fabric dress. He gets into a fancy sports car that is waiting for him. As soon as he closes the door, the car drives away.

Valerie lets out a sad sigh and locks her phone. She puts her phone back into her pocket and walks towards the other end of the hallway.

Scene 6

INT. Yasmin’s bedroom - Night

The door to Yasmin’s bedroom opens, waking her up. It’s dark in the room and Yasmin has to wait a minute for eyes to adjust.

Yasmin: Who’s–

Felix: It’s me.

Yasmin: Felix? What are you doing? It’s so late.

Felix closes the door behind him and approaches the bed. He is wearing the same outfit he was wearing during lunch. Yasmin sits up and looks at him.

Yasmin: Why are you still dressed?

Felix: I wanted to see you.

Yasmin: You wanted to see me?

Felix climbs onto the bed. To Yasmin’s surprise, he straddles her legs.

Felix: Didn't you want to see me too?

Yasmin: I… um…

Felix: I know you’ve been thinking about me.

Yasmin: How…

Felix: I know a lot more than you think, Yasmin.

Felix leans forward as if he is about to kiss Yasmin.

Scene 7

INT. Yasmin’s bedroom - Morning

Yasmin awakes to a knocking at her door. She jolts awake from her strange dream, looking very confused about it. 

The knocking happens again and Yasmin looks over at the door.

Yasmin: Yes?

Valerie (through the door): Good morning, Miss Post! Breakfast is ready!

Yasmin sits up in her bed and sleepily rubs her eyes.

Yasmin: Thank you, Valerie! I’ll be down soon.

Valerie (through the door): Great! Oh! And would you mind waking up Mr. Givenchy? He hasn’t come out of his room yet.

Yasmin’s eyes widen at the request. She quickly shakes off the fear and collects herself.

Yasmin: I’d be happy too.

Valerie: Thank you so much, Yasmin! Breakfast will be waiting for you downstairs.

Yasmin throws the covers off of herself and gets out of bed.

We cut to a shot of Yasmin’s back as she rolls her tank top over her head. We then see the tank top land on the carpeted floor. 

We cut back to Yasmin. She looks at herself in the mirror as she hooks up her bra behind her back. She then picks up a hairbrush from one of the side tables and starts methodically brushing out her long hair. 

We cut to a side shot of Yasmin’s hips as she finishes pulling up her trousers. She buttons them up with practiced ease. 

We cut to Yasmin pulling her blazer over her shoulders and straightening it out. She looks at herself over one more time in the mirror for any imperfections.

After getting dressed, Yasmin stares at herself in the mirror. She has a determined look on her face.

Yasmin: I’m not a quitter. I can do this.

Yasmin straightens out the collar on her blazer and checks her hair, moving a strand that fell out of place. She closes her eyes, taking a moment for herself, before leaving the room.

Scene 8

INT. Givenchy Residence hallway - Morning

Yasmin stands outside of Felix’s bedroom. She takes a deep breath in and knocks on the door.

Yasmin: Mr. Given– I mean, Felix! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!

There is no response. Yasmin frowns in confusion and knocks on the door again, harder this time. To her surprise, the door drifts open when she knocks. She pauses for a moment, conflicted, but then gently pushes the door further open.

Felix’s bedroom is dimly lit by the sunlight shining through the curtains on the singular window, which stretches from the ceiling to the floor. 

The room is larger than Yasmin’s. It has a king-size bed with silk sheets and covers and has a small frame overtop. See-through curtains hang from the frame. The room also contains a fireplace, various couches and chairs, and a desk with a laptop.

The light switch is a dial instead of an actual switch. Yasmin doesn’t seem to think much of this, slowly pulling the dial upwards. The lights quickly brighten.

There is movement in the bed and we hear Felix groan.

Felix: Ugh, it’s too early.

Yasmin: It’s nearly 10 AM.

Yasmin glances around the room, her eyes focusing on the walls. She notices that there are a lot of posters of women wearing next to nothing, in compromising positions.

Felix: Like I said, too early.

Yasmin is still staring at the posters.

Yasmin: Breakfast is—

Felix: Is ready. Yeah, I know.

Felix throws the covers off of his body and sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He is wearing an oversized t-shirt that goes about halfway down his thighs. He notices that Yasmin is staring at the posters.

Felix: What are you looking at?

Yasmin: You… like this kind of stuff?

Felix chuckles and ruffles his hair.

Felix: Are you asking me if I like girls?

Yasmin seems to suddenly come to her senses. She looks at Felix in shock at what she just said to him.

Yasmin: No– I– I meant—

Felix: I’m bisexual. I like both.

Yasmin just stares at Felix, speechless.

Felix: You know, you’re the first assistant I’ve had who didn’t immediately ask why I dress the way I do.

Yasmin hesitates for a moment before responding. In the meantime, Felix stands up and looks in the mirror. He lazily fixes his hair with his hands.

Yasmin: It doesn’t matter to me what kind of clothes you wear.

Felix smirks and turns to look at Yasmin. He speaks in a teasing tone.

Felix: You sure?

Yasmin doesn’t respond, confused as to what he means. Felix rolls his eyes and pulls on the end of his t-shirt.

Felix: So what about you?

Yasmin: Huh?

Felix: Do you like girls or boys? Or maybe something in between…?

Yasmin: Uh…

Yasmin’s eyes dart back and forth as she thinks of an answer.

Yasmin: I’ve never really thought about that.

Felix gives her a confused look. 

Felix: How old are you?

Yasmin seems taken aback by the question.

Yasmin: Y-you should never ask a woman her age!

Felix giggles.

Yasmin: I–

Felix: Okay, let’s go get breakfast.

Felix walks out of the room, nonchalantly passing Yasmin without a word. Yasmin seems annoyed but she swallows it down and follows Felix out of the room.

Scene 9

INT. Givenchy Residence Kitchen - Morning

Yasmin, Felix, and Gwen are sitting at the kitchen table. None of them are speaking to each other and the tone is awkward.

Kirk walks over to the table, carrying two dishes full of various breakfast foods. He places one in front of Felix and one in front of Yasmin.

Kirk: I hope today’s meal is more to your liking, sir.

Felix glares at him and picks up his fork.

Felix: We’ll see…

Kirk forces a smile and returns to the kitchen. Felix immediately starts eating but Yasmin politely waits for Gwen’s meal to be served. Eventually Kirk returns to the table with two more plates.

Kirk: Where is Valerie?

Gwen: She’ll be here in a moment. She’s just taking care of something first.

Yasmin: Will you be joining us, Kirk?

Kirk: No. I always eat before work. It helps me focus.

Yasmin: Ah, that makes sense.

Valerie suddenly comes rushing into the kitchen. Everyone looks over at her, except for Felix.

Valerie: My apologies for being late. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.

Yasmin: No, it wasn’t long at all.

Valerie: Good!

Valerie sits down next to Gwen.

Valerie: Bon Appetit!

Yasmin, Gwen, and Valerie all start eating their meals. There is a long silence before Valerie speaks again. 

Valerie: You slept in again, Mr. Givenchy. 

Felix: Yeah.

Valerie: Did you sneak out again?

Felix: No.

Valerie sighs. 

Valerie: You don’t have to lie. I got the notification from the security camera. 

Felix: Okay. I snuck out. So?

Valerie: If your father hears about this—

Felix: Then I’ll deal with him. 

Valerie stops mid-sentence. She appears to be frustrated. 

Felix: It doesn’t bother him as much as you think it does. 

Valerie: You don’t know tha—

Felix: And neither do you. He’s my father and I know him much better than you do. 

Yasmin: I’m sorry, what’s going on?

Valerie hesitates for a moment before answering. 

Valerie: Mr. Givenchy has formed a bad habit of sneaking out at night to go to a nightclub. 

Felix: It’s not just “a nightclub”, it’s a VIP invite-only club. 

Valerie: Yes. Pardon my generalization.

Felix: It’s this whole underground scene! It’s so cool. You should come see it some time. 

Valerie: You don’t have to do that. 

Felix: Hey!

Valerie: I’m sorry, sir, but it’s very unprofessional to force your hobbies upon your assistant.

Felix: I was just offering.

Yasmin: It’s alright, Valerie. I can say no when I need to.

Valerie: Good, good.

Felix stopped talking. He stares at Yasmin for a few seconds before going back to eating. This makes Yasmin nervous. She glances around the table but it seems that no one else noticed.

Scene 10

INT. Givenchy Residence office - Day

Yasmin is sitting at her desk, typing on the computer. Felix is lying down on the couch again. 

Felix: Don’t listen to Valerie. The club I go to is an amazing place. I mean, you should see the shows they put on. 

Yasmin responds half-heartedly.

Yasmin: I’m sure they’re great. 

Felix (sarcastically): Well don’t sound so enthusiastic. 

Yasmin: Sorry. I’m busy trying to do your work. 

Felix: Why don’t you come with me tomorrow night? You can get in if you’re with me. 

Yasmin stops typing and gives Felix an annoyed look. 

Yasmin: I don’t think we have time to be going to clubs. You’re already a week behind on your work. 

Felix: Ugh! Who cares about work? It’s so fucking boring. 

Yasmin: You should care. It’s your father’s company. 

Felix: Oh. So Valerie told you about the situation. 

Yasmin: Yes, she did. And I think you should be trying a little harder. It’s not just your livelihood on the line, you know. 

Felix: You just believe anything anyone tells you, huh?

Yasmin: Well I’m more inclined to believe Valerie than you.

Felix frowns, clearly upset. 

Felix: How dare you talk to me like that. I’m still your boss, no matter what Valerie says. 

Yasmin: Then why don’t you start acting a bit more professional? So far it just feels like I’m your babysitter. 

Felix sits up and turns to face Yasmin. 

Felix: You want me to act more like your boss? Okay, fine. 

Felix stands up and walks over to Yasmin’s desk. He leans one hand on the back of her chair and looks at the laptop screen over her shoulder. After reading it for a moment, he points at the top of the screen. 

Felix: You made a mistake here. And make sure to capitalize the first word on every row. It makes it much more readable. 

Yasmin: If I do that I’ll have to adjust over a thousand rows.

Felix: So? Do it anyway. 

Yasmin: And why should I?

Felix leans further down, next to Yasmin’s ear. 

Felix (whispering): Because I said so. 

Yasmin freezes up, eyes wide with shock. Felix seems slightly surprised by her reaction but maintains his composure. He doesn’t make another move, waiting for Yasmin to do something instead. 

After collecting herself, Yasmin scoffs. 

Yasmin: What do you think you’re doing?

Despite acting offended, Yasmin doesn’t make any attempt to move away from Felix. Felix carefully examines her face. 

Felix: Are you blushing?

Yasmin: What? No! Get away from me!

When Felix doesn’t move, Yasmin gets out of the chair. 

Yasmin: Is this really how you treat your employees? It’s very unprofessional. 

Felix squints thoughtfully. 

Felix: Come here. 

Yasmin: You’re out of your mind!

Felix: Come here. 

Yasmin scoffs again. 

Yasmin: This is ridiculous! You know, I told Valerie that I’d stay for a few more days, but I don’t think I can do this. You’re way far out of line. 

Felix: Yasmin.

Yasmin: I’m quitting! This is a terrible work environment. 

Felix: Yasmin…

Felix takes a step closer to Yasmin but she doesn’t seem to notice. 

Yasmin: No wonder you can’t keep assistants around for more than a couple weeks. This place is a circus. 

Felix: You’re not listening, Yasmin. I said, come here. 

Felix suddenly grabs Yasmin by the neck. He grabs her waist with his other hand and turns her around so her back is facing the wall. He pushes her up against the wall, holding her in place by the neck. 

Felix: You’re a poor excuse for an assistant if you can’t even handle a day and a half of work. 

Yasmin is rendered speechless but her demeanor has changed. She is no longer angry, just a bit dazed. 

Felix: What? 

Felix leans in closer, talking into Yasmin’s ear. 

Felix: Now you have nothing to say?

Yasmin whimpers and Felix pulls back again. He looks her in the eyes, not blinking. 

Felix: I knew it. You’re enjoying this. 

Felix cocks his head, waiting for a response. When Yasmin remains silent, Felix smirks. 

Felix: Go on, defend yourself. Or… am I right?

Yasmin just swallows nervously. 

Felix: You are enjoying this, aren’t you? Why don’t you just admit it?

Felix tightens his grip on Yasmin’s neck and her breathing becomes heavier. Her eyes follow Felix’s gaze as he looks her up and down. 

After a moment of contemplation, Felix takes his hand off of Yasmin’s hip and places it on her shoulder. He gently pushes down on her and Yasmin slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor. Felix remains standing, letting go of Yasmin’s neck in favor of lightly holding her jaw. He doesn’t have to move her though, she is already looking up at him. Felix giggles.

Felix: You’re pretty cute.

Felix bends forward, his face just inches away from Yasmin’s.

Felix: So, what do you say? Can you admit that you like me pushing you around like this?

Yasmin hesitates, but then nods. Felix smiles sweetly at her, pleased. Despite her stubbornness, Yasmin subtly smiles back. She seems to have completely forgotten her anger.

Felix lets go of Yasmin’s jaw and stands up straight again.

Felix: I think you should reconsider my invitation. I really would love to show you around the club.

Felix turns around and heads for the door.

Felix: Just make sure you finish up the work before tomorrow night.

Yasmin: What?!

Felix giggles and opens the door.

Felix: I have to go do… literally anything else. Bye!

Felix rushes out of the room before Yasmin can argue.

Yasmin: Ugh!

Yasmin rubs her forehead in frustration. She sighs and she stares at the floor, thinking hard about something.

Scene 11

INT. Yasmin’s room - Night

Yasmin is pacing around her bedroom, talking on the phone. She’s wearing her pajamas.

Yasmin: You were right, Bria. I think I can do this.

Yasmin pauses to listen, staring out the window at the city lights below.

Yasmin: No, he’s still awful to work with. But maybe a challenge like this is what I need. I mean, the reason I left my last job was because I was bored. It was so monotonous. Just the same thing every day.

She pauses again.

Yasmin: No, nothing happened! Why would you think that?

She nervously runs a hand through her hair as she listens to Bria talk.

Yasmin: I was just in a bad mood yesterday. That’s all.

Yasmin bites her finger and her eyes dart back and forth. She seems a bit freaked out.

Yasmin: Maybe it’s just from moving to a new place. It’s probably giving me mood swings.

After listening to Bria talk again, Yasmin relaxes and giggles.

Yasmin: Yeah, I’m all out of sorts. I’ll have to come visit you whenever I get a day off. Maybe it’ll clear my head.

Yasmin giggles again.

Yasmin: Okay. Well, I’ll let you go so you can go to bed. Okay, talk to you soon! Goodnight!

Yasmin hangs up and sets her phone down on the dresser. She walks over to her bed and sits down on the side of it. She has a thoughtful look on her face, as if she is trying to figure something out. 

Eventually she gives up on her thought process and reaches to turn the light off.

[daxwritesstories]

Excerpts: 22 Karats

Cyra waited patiently for the door to open. She clutched the beautifully wrapped box in her hands. She really hoped Ace would like the Valentine’s present she got him. Sure, they weren’t actually dating but Cyra didn’t care. She just wanted him to know how much she adored him regardless.

The door opened and Ace’s gaze immediately fell to the box. He didn’t say anything about it until they got into the house though.

“The driver said you were late meeting him,” Ace said, tapping his nails on the kitchen counter.

“Sorry, my plane landed a little later than expected,” Cyra explained.

Ace ignored her apology and pointed at the box. “What’s that?”

Cyra perked up. She walked to the other side of the counter where the femme was standing and held the box out to him. 

“Happy Valentine’s day!” 

Ace raised an eyebrow and took the box from her. He set it down on the counter and carefully untied the silk ribbon that was wrapped around it. He then unfolded the wrapping paper with delicate accuracy, not tearing it at all. 

When the white box was revealed underneath all the fancy packaging, the femme glanced at Cyra. She just stared at him nervously.

Ace lifted the top of the box off and set it to the side, unveiling a large, two-finger ring. He took the ring out of its cushioning and examined it closely.

“What is it made of?” he asked. 

“Diamond in the center, surrounded by emeralds and the rest is 22 karat gold,” Cyra explained. “The ring part is made of pure silver.”

“Just 22 karats?” Ace looked over at Cyra, waiting for an explanation.

“I couldn’t get 24 in that size. They would have been too big.”

She waited patiently for a response as the femme went back to looking at the ring. He turned it around, inspecting it from all angles. 

Finally, Ace held the ring out for Cyra to take. He then extended his fingers towards her. “Put it on for me.”

Heart leaping with excitement, Cyra took the ring and slid it onto the femme’s long fingers as carefully as she could. Once it was on, Ace admired the piece of jewelry on his hand.

“Thank you,” he said. “It’s beautiful.”

Cyra smiled and watched as Ace put the lid back on the now empty box. 

“I didn’t get you anything,” he said. His tone was patronizing instead of apologetic, like he was trying to rub it in.

“I didn’t expect you to,” Cyra replied with a laugh.

Ace giggled too. He quickly looked Cyra up and down, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Come here.”

Cyra obediently stepped closer to the femme, having no idea why he wanted her closer. Ace gently wrapped his hand around her jaw and pulled her into an unusually sweet kiss. It only lasted a couple, painfully short seconds and then the femme pulled away again.

“Next time, get 24,” he whispered.

Cyra snorted out a laugh as Ace stepped away from her. She wasn’t sure why she expected him to be completely satisfied with anything she did for him. For some reason though, she held onto the hope.

“Am I not worth 24 karats?” Ace asked, holding his chin high.

“You’re worth a million,” Cyra replied, matching the femme’s level of drama.

“Exactly.” Ace picked up a makeup bag that was sitting on the kitchen counter. “Let’s get ready. We have lunch reservations.”

[esmeraldablazingsky]

honestly i have to kinda disagree with that post thats like “being knightcore doesnt mean pro monarchy just swear ur undying loyalty to ur bff or ur crush or smth”

no. thats not what makes it sexy. either grapple with your beloved master’s role as a symbol of the state or choose to ignore it entirely and remain their loyal hound to whatever end, uncaring of the structures of power which you serve. become naught but a blade, the burden of your choices left to settle in the hand that wields you. it’s not about being besties forever it’s about OWNERSHIP and DUBIOUS MORALITY and FRANKLY QUESTIONABLE POWER DIFFERENTIALS

[cryptocism]

It would have taken another immortal to keep up with him.

so i haven't read the books but i did read the Devil's Minion chapter and this part made me laugh out loud:

[fraternum-momentum]

give me your complete and unwavering devotion.

[romicat]

This is Armor Core 6 all over again.

But, to be fair. . .

[leffee]

Man this stupid Vinnie as one of the exorcists and Sunil being their leader au is runing me, I love it so much

[nipuni]

"Midnight" is one of my favourite episodes!!

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on may 1st

[ozzgin]

Thinking about buff, dominant men who become submissive the instant you demand it. They don’t take shit from anyone and are used to always getting their way. They’ll look after you and order you around as they see fit.

Yet, the moment you tell them to kneel, they’ll drop without hesitation. After all, they live to serve you. You're the only one in the world with this kind of privilege.

Big, scary partners who follow your orders like an obedient dog. They could be in the middle of an argument, as the others cower under their ruthless glare, and they'll drop everything to hear your precious demand.

Clearly someone's in charge, but it's not quite the way people would expect it. You're the one holding the leash.

[mybreadsmybutters]

im an evil overlord having unethical sex with my henchmen