#bee hybrid

[bumpen-underbeds]

The girls room is loud, too loud, everyone is talking over each other, there's clapping and cheering from one corner and in the other a hushed argument that you can feel is going to spiral into the whole room taking sides.

You want out asap...

So the moment the buzzer sounds with an intro call you're up, slipping into your heels and adjusting your stockings before making a beeline for the intro hallway. Taking a moment to make sure you look presentable before slipping into the small room, fully in the persona of your working name, offering the client your hand and running through your intro with the practiced ease someone who's done this for years has. It's unsurprising how the man across from you stumbles and tumbles through his questions about your service, you can practically taste the first time energy dripping from him as he asks for the third time if you'd be willing to kiss him if he booked you.

It's cute.

Eventually the other workers line up and file through with their intros, the argument and loud noise dies down for a moment while the client is up at the desk, everyone waiting to see who got booked by the nervous man.

The desk buzzes through again, your work name followed by 'Two hours', the room around you picks up volume again after that. Some of the other workers glare at you as you double check your supplies, cranky about not getting booked, others simply carry on with their conversations as you walk out of the girls room and towards the front desk. Reception tells you the rooms available, mentally picking one you like before heading into the lounge to collect your client, smiling brightly as you take his hand and guide him upstairs.

Getting into the room you're already prepped for an awkward health check, being as gentle as you can as you ask him to let you have a look at the more important areas for the booking, soothing the poor man before he delivers a pleasant surprise for the evening.

You've had hybrid clients in the past, but this is a first for you, never before have you seen a bee hybrid as a client. From what you knew of their lives something like this wasn't exactly the norm for them, you can vaguely remember something about how their hive groups help each other with these things, so you feel a rush of nerves and excitement as you pass his health check.

Gently encouraging him to have a quick shower and that you'll be back in a few minutes, waving to him as you leave him, closing the door behind you and almost rushing to the upstairs buzzer to ping reception. You can't help but feel giddy as you tell the reception that your client is a bee hybrid, getting coos and excited responses from the desk before telling them you're heading in now.

Rolling your shoulders and getting into the right mindset before you knock and re-enter the room, smiling brightly as you spot the nervous hybrid on the bed, antenna twitching as you approached him.

This makes the horrid overstim of the girls room wash away with ease, now it's time to enjoy a nervous little bee.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Idea for the recent bee hybrid ask! Have the bees considered fucking their new royal so good that they’re too tired to leave their chambers and the bees can finally be at peace?

I mean probably!

The reader in that is a bunny hybrid after all, so I assume the hive would try their best with just wrangling you down and getting you back in bed the normal way first before deciding to try and fuck you into listening to them tell you that you need to stay in bed.

Probably would have a select group to begin with that would get you interested enough to let them close like that, before introducing the idea of more of the adult hybrids having a go when they tap out.

[lilydragon12345]

bee- wing ♡ ( fnaf oc)

[bumpen-underbeds]

Since getting caught out with actual cigarettes in the other stairwell, after you had agreed to quit, the bees that cling to you at work have taken to walking you home.

It's quite the sight, a tired office worker and their gaggle of bee hybrids that follow them to their building. Waiting out the front till they see you disappearing into the elevator, only once you're gone do they turn back the way they came returning the the building you work in, and the home of the actual hive. The fact that you got caught hiding smokes from them had built a small amount of unease, enough that the walks back to the hive have become planning sessions.

Having you live so far away meant they couldn't accurately stop you from dumping the patches and herbal cigarettes in favour of real ones while home, so they made some plans, pulled some strings, and soon you were being delivered a notice from the hive. It was both from the business and from the collective hybrids, an offer to relocate to the hive proper with a change in roll, and a nice pay increase to sweeten the deal.

The moment you read the offer you knew how it came around, but what you hadn't expected was the queen paying you a visit not long after the offer email was read.

Your apartment feels too small, too quaint almost, with the CEO of your company sitting on your couch fiddling with the lighter you had on your coffee table. Two other bee hybrids you don't recognise lean by the door and in the short hall to your kitchen, all while you are sitting on your balcony, half smoked herbal cigarette dangling between your fingers, nicotine patch visible on your arm as the wind moves your shirt sleeves. Nothing had been said since you welcomed them inside, a drink was offered and rejected, leaving you where you are now, waiting for whatever comes next.

The click of the lighter being dropped on your coffee table makes you look up, the CEO plays with the collar of fluff around her next before she speaks.

"The offer is genuine, not just some low ranked bees trying to play lord and master over your assignment.-" She looks you dead on before standing and walking towards you, "-I think it would be best to have you in the hive, officially of course, both employee and resident."

It's the same gesture from when she found you in the stairwell, getting up off your couch and approaching you, guiding your cigarette to your lips and waiting as you take a drag and blow the smoke in her direction. Smiling as she shudders, wings fluttering behind her before she pulls back, black tipped fingers brushing against your cheek for a second before she turns away, speaking again as she signals the other two bees to follow her.

"Think about it, won't you? You won't lose your job if you say no, but... Can you really afford to disappoint the hive? My little workers are sweet and I'd hate to have them upset over something that could so easily be avoided."

[bumpen-underbeds]

Can you do something with the office hive queen?We haven't heard much about her and she seems pretty cool.Bye have a great day night morning afternoon or noon remember to drink water eat sleep and know you are doing enough.

As if writing this it is 11:15pm and I am behind my work desk!

So I will have a good night!

-

You've only seen the CEO once before now; she came down and stepped into a shit show on your floor.

Unlike the bee hybrids that have clung to you, she is tall, a collar of fluff wraps around her neck and a band of black runs through her hair, almost hiding the twin antenna that sway with her every step. You'd been on a phone call that day, at the far end of the office, just to be able to hear the client you were speaking with, but even from where you stood, you could see her, walking slowly through the office till she got to the centre of the buzzing and madness.

The moment you were done with your call, it all happened: a very angry bee hybrid started yelling, practically hissing at the CEO and queen, something about being looked over on a proposal and having their team suffer for it. She didn't even flinch as the other bee slammed his hand onto the desk, breaking a keyboard in the process. All she did was reach out and tuck some of her hair behind her ear and speak softly to the worker. The office grew silent quickly, and the other bee hybrids pulled back fast, abandoning the one that had spiralled out of control.

He'd been fired and exiled from the hive, and security came and helped him clean out his desk, not long after that.

Later, you found out she had passed on his proposal, but it was because he had put no one's name but his own on the work his team had done; she hated selfish actions like that, apparently.

So, it's surprising when you stay late that she joins you in the stairway, heels clicking on polished concrete before she sits next to you, black-tipped fingers carding through her collar before undoing the top two buttons of her shirt, rolling her neck and muttering about useless VPs. The herbal cigarette in your mouth sits unlit as you wait for her to say something or acknowledge you, lighter dangling between your fingers for a second before she snatches it up and flicks the flame on.

Your indignant 'hey!' is cut off as she lights your dart, dropping the lighter in your lap and looking at you with tired eyes, wings fluttering slightly as she tells you if it's good enough for her drones and workers it's good enough for her, smirking as she pulls your face close and practically shudders as you blow the smoke towards her.

[bumpen-underbeds]

The stairwell is crowded...

Stepping into the cold concrete area, you had your cigarette already hanging from your lips as you dug around for your lighter, grumbling for a moment before looking up at the faces of several bee hybrids sitting on the steps. Taking your dart and licking your lips, you gesture towards the congregation, asking what the fuck is going on, squinting at the one familiar face among the hybrids.

Walking down between the gaggle to the bee hybrid from a week ago, poking him in the chest as he looks up at you, heeled boots clicking on polished concrete as you do, asking if he thought invading the one good place to smoke was funny, if making sure you couldn't get a quick break between god awful meetings was all in good fun for him.

Between chides, you light and huff a drag from your cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side, away from his face, he scrambles to lean into the small cloud.

It clicks then, taking another drag and blowing it out your nose this time, smirking at the bee hybrid that looks up at you like you were depriving him of his favourite treat, you hiss at him, not with malicious intent but amusement, almost entertained affection calling him nasty as you look over your shoulder at the other bees in the stairway. Stepping towards the closest one and watching as he almost leans up towards you, chasing that smell of smoke as you pull a cloud in and blow it out gently, laughing as the two closest to you go face-first into it.

Walking back up the stairs, you take a seat on the one empty step, looking down at the small group of bees now all edging closer to you. It's pathetic how they are acting, but in a way, you think it could be kinda cute. Antenna swaying and wings fluttering behind them, soft buzzing unlike the angry hum the main office holds, black eyes looking up at you and pleading for more from you.

Taking a long, deep drag, you blow one long stream; it burns a good part of your cigarette, but maybe it will be worth it, the grey scatters slowly, and you see soft, blissfully relaxed faces. Laughing as you flick the ash down the hole in the stairway, you remark on how cute it is that they came clamouring for a hit of second-hand smoke, chirping that this could very well kill you one day and what then? No one else in the office smokes, and people out in the real world won't take kindly to a gaggle of bee hybrids huffing their smoke.

Your smoke break ends quickly after that, ashing the butt and tucking it into your pocket, clicking your tongue and calling them freaks affectionately before returning to your desk to reapply your body spray.

Little would you know, on your desk the following day are nicotine patches, herbal cigarettes, and a bottle of some of the finest honey you have ever seen.

Maybe the stairwell can be a little crowded for a little longer.

Part two of this... Suprise!

[bumpen-underbeds]

Oh my god! Your little bee drabble totally reminded how much i love the idea of bees kinda like forcing a human to be their queen, and I beg of you to do a drabble on it please! Obviously if you wanna of course! Have a great day!

Okay~ I can get beehind this!

-

You'd first met some of them in the library, a duo of bee hybrids looking at books about the local fauna and flora, talking in hushed tones as they seemed to be picking between books to either read or borrow. You'd hardly even looked up when they sat at the same table as you, the book open between the two of them as they continued their hushed discussion, pointing at various flowers and muttering about whether they could get them to grow near their home.

From then on, you'd see them often at the library, slowly growing in numbers, always just enough space at the table you sit at to let you have personal space, but soon they were slowly asking you about flower types, roping you into their book discussions.

It was cute, the happy buzzing they'd let out when you agreed with some of them, their antenna bobbing and swaying as they leaned towards you as they spoke, it was cute.

Till it wasn't.

You'd been practically hanging out with them at the local library till close for weeks now, chatting and learning more about them and their garden, which they were planning; apparently, their hive was lacking a queen at the moment. That should have been the first warning about their intentions, but the sweet bee hybrids barely clocked on your radar as a threat; the majority of them bumbled around the library, almost walking into tables and shelves most days! How were you meant to know that late one evening, after a long hangout with them, they offered to take you home, that it would be the last time you were peacefully hanging out with them?

As you get into the car with them, chattering and enjoying the sweet scent coming off the hybrids surrounding you, it barely registers that you were going the wrong way till you see the sign for the edge of town, and you begin to panic. Turning to the bee hybrid next to you, he's happily buzzing and bobbing his head along to the music, tapping him on the shoulder and shakily asking where you were going, only to be smiled at and told you're going home, their home.

After all, their queen can't be left running around town! What kind of hive would they be if they let you wander about willy-nilly? No, it was time for you to come home. The hybrid next to you nuzzles into your shoulder, humming and buzzing happily as he tries to sell you on how good the hive will be to you.

The sickly sweet smell of honey and wild flowers greets you as the car rolls up to a large home. More bee hybrids are waiting by the door; it was almost a sea of big black eyes, white neck fluffs, and antennae swaying in the breeze as you're guided out of the car.

Welcome home, Queen!

[bumpen-underbeds]

You work for the hive, not literally, the company you work for is called the hive, and most of your coworkers are bee hybrids from the same colony.

Today however, has been hell, yelling, buzzing, flared wings, and people bumping shoulders constantly between snapped remarks and honestly your over it. Dipping into the stairwell you light your cigarette, hand in your hair and water bottle at your feet that you almost wish was filled with something a little stronger to numb you out as this whole building goes for each other's throats.

You can't even tell when it started, but it's just gotten worse and worse as the day progressed.

The metal door clicks open and one of the bees grunts and slumps down next to you, buzzing angrily as he mutters about one of the other bees working here, snapping harshly at you as he turns and finally notices you. Only in response you blow smoke at him, huffing the lung full at him before snapping back that if he is going to be an asshole he can find another stairwell or go a flight down to be all crotchety.

Only as the smoke clears, the buzzing dies down, behind his glasses sharp eyes go almost soft, head drooping a little before he looks at you again. No longer angry, more curious and calm, you are already mid drag when he asks you to do it again, antennae twitching as he leans towards you, asking you to blow smoke at him one more time.

Coughing as you try to understand what the fuck you had just heard, letting a little smoke hit his face as you look over at him, cringing back before taking a drag and blowing a full cloud at him again. Snatching up your water bottle before standing up, calling him a freak before turning to walk back into the office floor, missing the way the bee hybrids eyes fluttered as he watched you go, shuddering as he makes a mental note to tell some of the other bee workers about the wonderful mix of your breath and smoke.

Your stairwell bad habit is about to become very crowded...