After pickle’s nap Isaac draws pickle a bath and relaxes them
Part I
Given you another part bbg @mitsukitsume
The dim light of the bathroom cast soft shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility. The sound of running water filled the space, mixing with the faint scent of lavender that hung in the air. Isaac stood by the tub, filling it with warm water, occasionally glancing back at Pickle, who was sitting on the edge, a look of uncertainty on their face.
“Are you sure about this?” Pickle asked, their voice a mix of hesitation and curiosity. They had been feeling under the weather, and Isaac had insisted that a warm bath would help ease their aches.
Isaac turned, a small smile creeping onto his usually stoic face. “It’s just a bath, Pickle. You need to relax. Besides,” he added, stepping closer, “I’ll be right here with you.”
Pickle’s heart fluttered at his words. “I don’t want to be a burden,” they admitted, looking down at their hands.
“You could never be a burden to me,” Isaac replied firmly, his gaze softening. “You’re the most important person in my life. Let me take care of you.”
With a nod, Pickle finally slipped into the tub, the warm water enveloping them like a comforting embrace. Isaac knelt beside the tub, his presence steady and reassuring. He reached for a washcloth, gently dipping it into the water before wringing it out.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed, his tone gentle yet authoritative. Pickle complied, feeling the warmth of the water soothe their feverish body. Isaac began to wash their arms, the cool cloth gliding over their skin, bringing relief.
“You’re so tense,” Isaac murmured, his fingers lingering a bit longer on their shoulders, kneading softly. “You need to let go.”
“I’ll try,” Pickle whispered, relaxing under Isaac’s touch.
As the bath continued, Isaac spoke softly, sharing stories of their earlier days together, of moments that made Pickle laugh even amidst their sickness. His voice was a steady rhythm, soothing like the water surrounding them.
“Remember that time we tried to cook together?” he asked with a hint of amusement. “You nearly set the kitchen on fire.”
Pickle chuckled, the memory easing their worries. “I thought I could make you dinner, but I ended up burning everything.”
“I was just glad to see you trying,” Isaac replied, his eyes bright with fondness. “It was the effort that mattered.”
Eventually, Isaac helped Pickle lean back in the tub, the steam rising around them, creating a cocoon of warmth. He rinsed the washcloth and brought it to Pickle’s forehead, feeling the heat radiate from their skin.
“Is it helping?” he asked, concern etching his features.
“Yeah, it feels nice,” Pickle admitted, their eyes fluttering open to meet Isaac’s gaze. There was something tender in the way he looked at them, an unspoken promise of care and devotion.
Isaac’s fingers brushed against Pickle’s cheek, and they felt a flutter in their chest. “You’re so brave, you know that? Just getting through each day like this.”
“I’m just trying to get better,” Pickle replied, a soft blush creeping up their face. “It’s easier with you here.”
Isaac smiled, his expression melting into something softer. “You don’t have to do it alone. I want to be here for you, through everything. You mean more to me than I can express.”
Pickle’s heart raced as they looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his sincerity. “I’m really lucky to have you,” they said, their voice barely above a whisper.
The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound being the gentle splashing of water as Pickle shifted slightly. Isaac’s expression turned serious, the weight of his feelings evident. “I don’t want to lose you, Pickle. Not after everything we’ve been through together. You’re my anchor, and I need you to promise me something.”
“What is it?” Pickle asked, intrigued yet nervous.
“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. No more pushing yourself too hard, okay? You need to rest and let me help you.”
Pickle nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over them. “I promise, Isaac. I’ll try to take it easy.”
“Good,” he said, his tone softening. “I’ll be right here, keeping an eye on you.”
As the minutes passed, the warm water and Isaac’s gentle touch worked their magic. Pickle felt their fever begin to break, and a sense of comfort enveloped them. They turned slightly in the tub, looking up at Isaac, who was still watching them intently, a small smile on his face.
“Can we just stay like this for a while?” Pickle asked, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the bath.
“Absolutely,” Isaac replied, leaning back against the wall of the tub. “I could stay here forever if it means being close to you.”
With that, they settled into a comfortable silence, the water lapping gently against their bodies. Pickle closed their eyes again, letting the warmth seep into their bones.
After a few moments, Isaac began to hum softly, a melody that filled the air with a sense of peace. Pickle smiled, feeling the tension in their body ease even further.
“Isaac, you have such a beautiful voice,” they said, eyes still closed.
He chuckled softly, the sound rich and deep. “I wouldn’t say that. I just know a few tunes.”
“Still, it’s nice,” Pickle insisted, their heart swelling with affection.
Isaac paused, then said, “I could sing for you if you’d like. It might help you relax even more.”
“Would you?” Pickle’s voice brightened at the suggestion.
“Of course,” Isaac replied, shifting closer. “What would you like to hear?”
“Something soothing,” they requested, their eyes finally fluttering open to meet his gaze.
Isaac took a breath, then began to sing softly, his voice resonating with warmth and sincerity. The song washed over Pickle, wrapping them in a cocoon of comfort. As they listened, they felt the last remnants of their fever begin to fade, replaced by the soothing warmth of Isaac’s presence and voice.
When he finished, Pickle looked up at him, eyes shimmering with gratitude. “That was incredible. Thank you.”
“Just doing what I can to help you feel better,” Isaac replied, a shy smile crossing his face.
“Help me get better? Or help me fall in love with you more?” Pickle teased playfully, their heart racing at the thought.
Isaac chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Maybe a bit of both.”
In that moment, surrounded by warmth and the scent of lavender, Pickle felt safe, cherished, and utterly loved. As Isaac continued to hold their hand and keep watch over them, they realized that with him by their side, they could face anything.
Warnings: Smut (F|F Domme/Sub, oral sex, public sex, vaginal fingering)
Synopsis: You decided to quit your job to pursue a relationship with Hope. Turns out she has some very specific tastes.
A/N: This is a sequel to Bad Ideas, but can be read alone.
Ex Boss
You had been so good. So, so good. Okay, there had been that one slip up. Which, yes it had been an all-night slip-up but it still only counted as one. Hope Van Dyne was your boss and you were her employee and even though you were both extremely attracted to each other you had been good and things had stayed professional.
Which sucked, to be honest. It sucked having to choose between a job and maybe getting a chance to be in a decent healthy relationship.
So you decided you weren’t going to. You were going to do both.
Hope often took her lunch in the boardroom so that’s where you went to find her. You knocked on the door and let yourself in, finding here sitting at the large table eating an array of sushi she had laid out in front of her.
She looked up and frowned. “You know we can’t.” What it was about the way you were holding yourself that she had known exactly what you had wanted to talk about. You hadn’t brought it up with her at all since the night you had spent together. You had been nothing but professional. She’d never brought it up with you either. Yet, right away she knew. Maybe you had a terrible poker face. Or maybe she could just read minds. “I’m your boss. The balance of power is off.”
“Why? Because you’d hate to boss me around?” You asked making sure the sexual suggestion dripped from your words.
She laughed softly and shook her head. “Like to play with fire don’t you?”
You sidled up closer to her, leaning against the table. “Maybe. I can tell you something else I like to play.”
“I said we can’t. Don’t make me come down hard on you.” She said. The finality of it hurt a little but it didn’t dissuade you.
You bit your bottom lip and quirked your eyebrow at her. “I’d like you to come hard on me.”
“Seriously,” She said, all humor now gone from her voice. “I’m your boss. You need to stop.”
“No, you’re not.” You said with a smirk.
She pushed her chair back and folded her arms. “What do you mean I’m not?”
“I just resigned. I don’t work here anymore. Or at least I won’t in two weeks.”
She looked you up and down. The first sweep of her eyes was confused like she was trying to tell if you were lying to her or not. The second sweep was predatory, like she was about to devour you whole. “Is that so?”
“It sure is, Ms. Van Dyne,” You hummed, crossing one leg over the other. “So now, the only reason not to pursue this -” you indicated between the two of you - “Is because you don’t want to. Because I - Want to.”
She pushed her chair back and strummed her fingers on the arm. “Take your panties off.”
A shiver ran through you and you stood up and worked your panties down and off. “It’s funny you know, you just quit so I wouldn’t be your boss anymore, only now, I am most definitely your boss.” She crossed her legs and continued to strum her fingers on the chair. “I want you sitting on the table, legs spread. I still have lunch to finish.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You said climbing up on the table. You sat with your legs wide and your knees bent so your feet rested on the edge of the table.
She moved her sushi so it sat between your legs and picked up her chopsticks. “So,” She said picking up a piece of tuna nigiri from beside your thigh and dipping it into soy sauce. “Do you have another job lined up or will you be lining up for unemployment?”
“No, I have a job.” You said watching as she slowly chewed her food.
She swallowed and picked up a cucumber maki that was sitting so close to your quickly moistening cunt that you almost felt it brush past your skin as she raised it up and brought it to your lips. You took a bite and chewed it. It sent a slight shiver through you. There was something about sushi. It tasted like being at the beach. That fresh salty air that came from the ocean. A flavor not unlike that of clean pussy.
“So where is it?” She asked.
“S.I.”
She paused with a piece of tuna halfway to her mouth and rolled her eyes. “Stark? Really? Of all the places.”
“It was the best offer I got.” You replied.
‘Well, here’s another offer for you,” She said putting her chopsticks down and tenting her fingers on the table. “I really like you. I think we could have something together, but you need to know that I like control. I can get rough. We’ll need to discuss what you’re comfortable with.”
If you weren’t already completely turned on, you would be now. Your mind flicked over the things she might be into. How ‘in control’ she liked to be. Would it just be instruction and praise? Would bondage be involved? Pain? “Okay, that sounds good.”
She smiled. It was a dark and hungry smile. “Good. Dinner tonight? You can tell me what you like, and I’ll tell you what I like and hopefully, there’s some crossover.”
You hummed. “I don’t think there will be a problem with that.”
She chuckled and started moving her food to the side. “Oh good, because you might need to be punished for the S.I. thing.”
“Sounds fun. What now though?” You asked.
“Well, right now, I eat.” She said and grabbed your thighs dragging you to the edge of the table. You yelped. The yelp turning into a deep moan as she sucked on your pussy, her tongue swirling around as she drank up your fluids.
You lay back on the table looking up at the off white ceiling tiles above you as Hope held you in place and swirled her tongue around your folds and ruffled them with her lips. A warm tingle built in your cunt and spread out through the rest of you. It made your skin flush and prickle and your nerve endings come alive.
As your arousal grew you began to rock your hips gently against her face. Wanting more than just this light teasing she was providing. She smacked your hip. Not in a way to cause pain, but she cupped her hand so it made a loud slap sound that echoed in the large conference room.
She sucked your clit in her mouth and pressed her lips against it. Her tongue flicked back and forth and circled around, eliciting a loud moan from you. She sat up and slapped your hip again. “We’re at work, you need to keep quiet, you bad girl.”
“I don’t know if I can.” You said with a slight whine to your voice.
She smirked at you and picked up your panties. “Well, we might be finding out a limit sooner than I thought.” She balled the fabric in her hands. “Shall I gag you?”
You rubbed your legs together, the thought of it alone sending a shiver up your spine. You nodded your head and she shoved the fabric in your mouth. She smirked down at you and returned to your pussy. This time when she pulled your clit into her mouth, she thrust two of her fingers deep inside you and spread them, stretching your cunt and making you cry out. Your cry was muffled by the fabric of your panties.
She curled her fingers, dragging them inside you as she sucked and nipped on your clit. She said she liked control. She had all of it. All you could do was give yourself over to it as you arched up on the conference table.
Electricity crackled through your veins, making your skin buzz and your hairs stand on end. It built in the pit of your stomach like a ball of hot lead pressing down on you. You writhed under her as she worked your g-spot, your muffled moans getting louder and blending from one to the next.
With a sudden jolt and clench of your muscles, you came, crying out into the fabric of your panties. She drank you down greedily as your body shuddered on the table. When she sat back she smiled and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “That’s a girl,” She hummed.
You sat up and pulled the panties from your mouth and moved closer to her, planning to return the favor. She kissed you gently and took your underwear from you, slipping it into her pocket. “I need to get back to work. And so do you. Be at my place by seven.” She said getting up.
You blinked at her. “Okay. Can I have my underwear back.”
Hope smiled and you knew the answer before you even said it. “We’ll see. I’ll give them to you later... if you're good.”
With that she left you to straighten up and spend the rest of the day on edge, waiting for tonight.
You were someone who I felt I could be at ease with; someone who made the conversations feel light, and that feeling was what kept me here for as long as I was, it was a fun experience to be here with you and I would have loved to meet you in real life, I feel we would have had fun.
Don't change your ways for the sake of other people.
Have fun
-Your friend Ira
I’ll miss you a lot, your a very kind and funny person, and your blog felt like a safe and lighthearted place to go if I ever felt icky
You remind me of one of my irl friends in the best way, someone I didn’t make a good first impression on but always admired. I hope if we did meet irl it would go better, cause I think you would be a fun and interesting person to hang out with
It was also so awesome that I got to see you post more personal stuff as time went on, and connect more with the people here. I hope you know you made a lot of people’s lives better <3
Have whatever life you want to, and remember that you are loved
