"i can fix her" well, i can't. but i can bring her a protein bar and a bottle of water, because that's the only kindness she accepts without protest. i can let her nap against my shoulder for twenty minutes when we're alone and kiss her forehead when she wakes up. i can stand next to her during the hail mary launch and reach out to secretly take her hand. i can cry and yell and rage and despair for her, because she can't allow herself to. i can kiss the frown lines on her face. i can treasure every dead-tired half-smile she's able to give me and keep them locked in my chest like precious pearls in a jewelry box.
pillow princess domme eva stratt. she's already carrying the weight of the entire world on her hands, the least you can do is be a good little pet and get your face between her legs. she has so little free time that by necessity, you learn to be quick about making her come. calling you into her office between meetings because she needs a quick release you're always ready and eager to provide.
she takes you with her when she travels around to meet experts and politicians and all manner of important people. introduces you as her assistant, tells them how you've been invaluable to the success of the project, and no one except you two knows that she's not just talking about your organizational skills.
she's not one for talking during sex and lavishing you in praise while you're going down on her, but when you're done, she strokes your hair and tells you you did well and she's proud of you. and knowing you were useful is more than enough.
i know i talk about ryland grace's breeding kink, and i stand by what i say, that man really, really wants to be a dad. but frankly, if anyone is going to figure out how to breed you via strap, it's eva stratt. the atrocities that woman would commit just to find a way to put her baby in you. oh brother.
i've made enough domme eva posts to make it pretty clear where i stand on the subject (i need herrrr) but i feel like collectively we're not giving enough consideration to the possibility of sub eva, so... hear me out:
you're her assistant. formally, this makes you her subordinate, but functionally, you are essentially running her life. you're good at it, too, very reliable, always on top of things. it's a gradual shift, but over time, that dynamic begins to bleed into more private areas of her life.
soon, you're not just organizing meetings and correspondence anymore, but micromanaging most of her daily life. you're monitoring her fluid intake and whether she has taken her meds. you're telling her how to wear her hair and fixing it when it gets messy over the course of the day. you're ordering for her at restaurants, because you know what she likes, dislikes and is allergic to, and it'll be another small choice she doesn't have to waste brainpower on.
it's just so much easier for her to focus on the big picture when she can hand over all these little things to you. you can take care of her. you're good at that. it's your job. if that means picking out her clothes for her, laying them out at the foot of her bed, down to her underwear, you're happy to do it. neither of you makes a big deal of it, but it feels a bit like a dirty secret.
one night, you tell her to go to bed, because she has been awake for too long and it's affecting her cognitive function. when she refuses, repeatedly, you snap at her in frustration, threaten to put her over your knee. she goes very still at that, and for a second, you're sure you've lost your job, but then you notice her erratic breathing and the way her bottom lip quivers, like she's trying not to bite down on it. and you realize she might want you to.
it's fine, right? this is just one more way you're taking care of her. it's not conventional, but none of this is. she can move some of the weight of her thoughts and lay it on your shoulders, because that's what you're here to do. you're really just extending your responsibilities to another area. and, anyway, orgasms do help with sleep.
when you spank her, she cries a little. less from the pain and more from the relief of not having to be in charge all the time anymore. here, she can be the one taking orders. here, she can cry. here, she can be small and weak and vulnerable, because it's you, and you always have her best interests at heart. it's your job, after all.
transfem eva whose tits were made really sensitive by estrogen, and you're just a little bit obsessed with them. so when you start licking and sucking at her nipples, she tells you if you can get her to come just from that, she'll give you a reward. you do want a treat, don't you, pet? so you better put your pretty mouth to work.
this might be a bit boring and totally not a real plot even...but would you consider writing something for eva stratt and assistant!reader? it's kind of a carl and eva situation, but reader just fades into the background and mildly creeps everyone out because she barely talks (bonus: she only talks to eva, who then repeats it to the rest of the room)
not boring at all. i love that, actually!! combining this with another request for eva x assistant with an age gap. also, hi, this is WAY TOO LONG. SORRY.
you may not talk much, but there's a quiet intelligence about you that really draws her in. you're smart and efficient, you think outside the box and she knows she can rely on you more than anyone.
that last point is especially important to her. you're deeply loyal to the cause. it takes her a while to realize you're loyal to her as well, not just as an extension of the project, but because you genuinely care about her as a person.
doesn't dish out praise lightly, but when she does, she won't let you brush it off. "this is no time for false humility. please take the compliment. you did well."
will never talk down to you just because you're younger than her. she's authoritative, but that's by virtue of her position, never out of some patronizing idea of age-based superiority. if anything, she's glad for your perspective.
it takes her a whiiiile to realize the feelings she has for you go beyond the platonic. not surprising, given the way she's kind of forced to divorce herself from her emotions. the awareness trickles in slowly. feeling at ease just seeing your face. wanting you around, even when you're busy with something else important. jealousy when someone else gets over your standoffishness and becomes a little too friendly with you. she resolves not to act on these feelings, but that's difficult when you spend so much time together.
remembers your birthday. even with everything going on, everything she has on her plate, she still makes a point of celebrating you in some small way, by getting you your favorite cake and a gift, probably something practical to make your everyday life easier. a really nice pen with your initials, maybe, because you're always complaining about people taking your pens. now you have one they can't steal.
you share a bottle of wine that evening. in any other situation, it would be kind of sad, spending your birthday with your boss, when you could be down at karaoke night, dodging ilyukhina's attempts to coax you into joining her in a duet. but this is eva, and she looks so at peace for once, and you're sitting maybe a bit closer than you ought, and there's absolutely nowhere else you'd rather be.
"am i going to get in trouble for drinking at work?" you ask. she smiles a little half-smile. "i doubt it. we are not technically working right now."
maybe what happens next can be blamed on the wine, and the fact that your alcohol tolerance has declined dramatically since you left college. maybe it would have happened either way, because this has been building for months. either way, you tell her, "good. then i can hopefully get away with this, too."
and you kiss her.
you keep your relationship very covert after that, but frankly, there were rumors about you even before.
eva is hyperaware of the power dynamic between you two, and the fact that it's even bigger than it would be for the typical boss/employee relationship. that's why she makes it very very clear you can always say no without fearing for your job. there's a contract and a powerpoint presentation and a very frank talk about boundaries and consent. she is not taking any of this lightly.
neither of you gets enough sleep, but sometimes you get to take naps together. she's at her most vulnerable when she's drifting off to sleep, sighing and leaning into your touch as you stroke her hair.
(nsfw below the cut, including light d/s, light petplay, dumbification and bondage)
eva feels like a horrible pervert at first, lusting after someone significantly younger than her. and her employee, no less! she should NOT be thinking about how good you are for her and how those big, pretty eyes of yours would look peering up at her from between her legs.
but oh, she is thinking about it.
gets a bit possessive. hickeys are out of the question in most places, but she loves sucking marks into your thighs. hearing you tell her your hers, all hers, drives her crazy.
the type to hold you in place by the back of your head and grind herself against your mouth as you're going down on her.
she lovesss watching all the thoughts disappear from your brain while you ride her strap. her normally so smart girl, reduced to a whining, drooling, begging mess, all for her. you, who is normally so reserved, babbling barely coherently about how good she feels, how much you love her.
if you're the type to wear ties or silk scarves to work, rest assured, she'll find another use for them. tied up, naked, sitting in her lap while she works late. she likes to just have you there, your warm weight against her. getting to idly trace her fingers down your spine or draw circles on the back of her neck with her fingernails.
one day, someone makes an off-hand comment about how you're practically her pet at this point, and from that point forward, that's her private nickname for you. she likes to tell you how proud she is of how well-trained you are.
"i know you don't like to talk, but i need you to use your words, pretty girl" uggggnhhffff
might get you a classy stealth-collar for your next birthday. with a little locket that says "property of eva stratt" on the inside. yeah
and if i said i would give anything to be in the middle of a stratt/ilyukhina sandwich... like they are probably so stressed from saving the world! and dealing with their toxic situationship! the least they could do is bring in a submissive third to take out their frustrations on!!
chai doing chai things (offering me some of the most delicious ideas i've ever heard)
i'm especially thinking about olesya actively encouraging you to be a brat and act out. she recognizes and respects eva's authority in all other aspects, but that's probably precisely why she has so much fun trying to undermine it when you're in bed together.
when eva isn't on base, olesya 100% abuses the extremely airtight encrypted messaging set up among the petrova taskforce to send her a million pictures of what you've been up to without her. by the time she comes back, she's always very eager to make up for what she missed out on.
your body and your pleasure becomes a site for a kind of push and pull between them. when eva tells you to hold out, because you don't deserve to cum yet, olesya makes it unnecessarily hard for you. when you're past begging and near tears because olesya keeps teasing you, fingers running through your folds but evading your clit no matter how hard you try to grind against them, eva tells her to stop being so cruel, it doesn't suit you. and if eva tells you you're being so good, always so eager to let them use you, olesya will look at her with a bittersweet little smile and say that if anyone would know about using people, it would be her. and it's a small barb, one she immediately tries to downplay by curling her fingers in a way that drives you insane and draws a truly whimper from you that can only be described as pornographic, but the sharpness of the remark still lingers, makes eva dig her fingers into you just a little bit harder.
there are tender moments, too. you'll be prone, face between eva's though while olesya's strap ruts into you from behind, and eva will pull your head up, brush the hair from your face and look at you with a smile more tender than any you've seen on her before. and olesya will trail her fingers down your spine and tell you how pretty you both are right now. and for a moment it gets a little easier to pretend that this doesn't have to end in heartbreak.
