#workplace romance

[goodolelover-boy]

Some logistics for my BloodyMary Teacher AU cuz it’s been on my mind non-stop

#yapsession

Feel free to comment your opinions on anything cuz I’m still a little stumped on how to portray them all

Everyone is human! Yay! Eridian human designs! I’m probably going to end up drawing some of them so you can see them past my descriptions.

Adrian is the school principal because she’s a girlboss. I know she’s technically a scientist but having her be the principal just felt right also she has her doctorate so dw she’s still very educated

Rocky (real name Robert) ((name still WIP)) is a 7th grade math teacher. I just felt like since he was an engineer math would basically be his thing right? Plus in not getting rid of his passion for engineering (which I plan on using later in the story) But like he could be a math teacher that actually explains HOW math works and why it’s important to learn it!

Dr. Grace is basically exactly the same. Overqualified 8th grade science teacher, just with less space trauma!

I’m still debating what kind of teacher Simon will be. At first I was going to have him be an assistant principal to Adrian, then I scratched that. Now I’m considering him being the 7th grade science teacher cuz of his interest in botany?? And he and Grace can bond over science maybe.

Thoughts?

[abbycadabras]

Hate that I made you love me

Nanami x coworker!reader

part 1 here

cw: age gap (Nanami is in his forties, readers in her twenties),male masturbation, no curses au, modern au, I think that’s it…

Nanami was fucked in every sense of the word.

Never in his 44 years of living had he ever felt the level of panic he did when Yaga sat him down and told him he was going to be partnered with you.

The one person he tries his hardest to avoid.

The one person with the power to unravel his carefully crafted control he prided his life around.

The one person he wanted, but couldn’t have.

He was old enough to be your father for crying out loud. When you were taking your first steps, he was taking his first shot.

That disturbing realization alone should’ve been enough to stop the thoughts of you that plagued his mind 25/8.

But no matter what he did, you stayed on the forefront of his mind and he despised you for it.

How dare you come into his world and spin everything on its axis? With your stupidly pretty smile, your gorgeous eyes, and your perfect personality.

The day you first came into his life often played on repeat. He remembers every little detail down to the dainty gold bracelet that adorned your wrist and the addicting scent of your perfume as you stood in front of him, introducing yourself.

Jasmine and lavender, which quickly became his new favorite smell. He was hooked from the second you walked through the door.

And everyday that passes, the deeper his obsession grows.

When Yaga sat him down and explained the situation, he wanted to beg on his knees to be partnered with anyone else.

But if he did that, it would raise suspicions and the last thing he wanted was for his boss to know how he felt about his much younger coworker.

So he had no choice but to suck it up, he could handle it.

Being alone. With you. For multiple hours at a time.

Nope. He was doomed.

When he steps into the sanctuary he calls home, all he wants to do is take a hot shower and go to sleep.

His stomach grumbles in protest.

So firstly, dinner.

He hangs his coat, kicks off his shoes, and loosens his tie in the entryway before walking over to his fridge.

As I stated previously, Nanami is a man of control and that shone in every aspect of his life, including what he ate.

Every Sunday he meal prepped everything he was going to eat for the following week, making sure each meal consisted of protein, carbohydrates, and fats.

He pulls out a Tupperware of sweet potato, steak and a side of mixed vegetables. Quickly microwaving it, before taking a seat at the dining table and digging in.

His fork doesn’t even reach his mouth before his phone is ringing.

He resists the urge to sigh, pulling his phone out with the expectation of seeing Satoru’s name. He was the only one who would bother him so late into the night. (It was 8pm)

But to his surprise, you’re the one calling him.

He debates answering for approximately one millisecond before picking up.

“You answered.” Is the first thing you say to him, the shock evident in your voice.

“You called.” comes his gruff reply.

“Are you busy? I can call back lat-“

“No, it’s fine.” Technically he was eating, but the masochistic side of him wanted to hear your voice. “Did you need something?”

“I wanted to know your availability, so we can get together and start brainstorming.” You say, in professional mode. “Does this Saturday work for you, let’s say about 6?”

He pretends to think it over for a second. “That should work.”

“Awesome! Where do you want to meet?”

“My place.” He answers far too quickly, cursing himself for even suggesting it. Never one to backtrack, he doubles down. “I live only a few minutes away from work, it’d make it easier on both of us.”

You were thinking more along the lines of a café, though you definitely weren’t complaining at the prospect of being in his house.

“Your place it is.” You answer in a tone you hope gives off casual.

“Then it’s settled, is there anything else you wanted to discuss.”

Oh nothing, just that the sound of your voice alone turns me on. As much as you wanted to say that, you didn’t and instead opt for a sweet little “Not at the moment. Goodnight, Nanami.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, wondering what he did in his past life to deserve the sound of your ridiculously sexy voice softly wishing him a goodnight.

Ignoring the sudden but familiar throbbing between his legs when talking to you, he returns the sentiment and hangs up.

Eating is now the last thing on his mind as he shoves away from the table, making a beeline for the closest shower. (He had multiple.)

Too pent up to bother with closing the door, he hastily removes his clothes. Ripping the buttons of his shirt open and unfastening his belt.

He pulls down his slacks and boxers in one go, heavy cock slapping against his abdomen as he does so.

Refusing to touch himself to the thought of you, he cranks his shower to the coldest setting. He steps one foot in before taking it right out when his phone buzzes again.

Picking up his discarded pants, he takes his phone out of the pocket and opens it to find a notification from you.

At least you weren’t calling him, words on a screen didn’t affect him.

Except it wasn’t just words on a screen, and it affected him deeply. His semi hard on thickening to the point of no return.

The caption read, “for my contact photo :) send one back?”

Did you purposely send your tinder profile picture? Maybe.

In the captured image you were wearing a low cut shirt, a hint of your pink lace bra peeking out. Your usual smile was no where to be found, and instead you were sporting what could only be described as ‘fuck me’ eyes.

Makeup was minimal but efficient, blushed cheeks and a white waterline and smoky eyeshadow to make your doe eyes appear even bigger.

Paired with a cute little lash and glossy lips you looked like an angel, and Nanami wanted nothing more than corrupt you.

He wrapped his fist tightly around the base of his shaft, morals be damned, slowly stroking as his eyes stayed trained on the photo of you.

Did your panties match your bra?

Were you even wearing any?

His mind ran rapid wondering as he picked up the pace, imagining it was your soft hands instead of his calloused ones. Already feeling himself near the edge.

A few more sloppy strokes later, he throws his head back with a loud groan, his release spilling all over his phone, covering digital you in his cum.

After coming down from his high, he’s absolutely disgusted with himself. He was a grown man, yet he had just came to a fully clothed photo of you like a horny teenage boy.

He steps in the shower again, not warming the water even though his issue was handled, he felt as if he didn’t deserve the luxury of warm after that.

The freezing water washes away his mess but the stain of his actions stay. As the water cascades down his body, only one question is on his mind.

How was he going to face you tomorrow?

a/n: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND, KENTO NANAMI… come back the kids miss you 👴🏿 also my first time writing smut so be nice, also writing tips are greatly appreciated and I’m always looking for moots 😽 bye bye birdies, mwah!

[dargeereads]

Big Stick Energy by Sarina Bowen

5 stars

Okay, these two were big on the cluelessness and the heat! The drama and angst didn’t come from each other, it came from their families, and how they acted and reacted to them. A mistaken DM starts the ball rolling, and then we are onto noticing, commonality, and fake wedding dating. They work through dealing with their families, and as such, get closer emotionally they normally would have. A little bit of heat ignites, and then all bets are off. Getting back to normal, facing the problems at work, and the people they deal with, that takes a bit more time and effort, but worth it all in the end <3

[rushman1231]

Across the Line has begun serialization. Please stay tuned for free.

[rushman1231]

Excerpt from Chapters 1-3 of Across the Line (Read for free on AO3)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Original Work

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“If the definition of due process were written by you, must I still seek permission? Law draws the boundary; desire is what crosses it.”

"I know you’re trying to catch me. But aren’t you also waiting for me? You teach people to recognize transgression — yet you forget: someone might want to conspire with you,to decide where the line should be drawn."

The white light of the monitor reflected on her fingertips.

In the empty office, those lines glowed like a whisper through fog.

No theft, no ransom, no chaos.

Just a precise, unnerving interest —

in her.

Not fear.

But the shock of being seen —

and something else—

something she preferred not to examine too closely.

He knew exactly how people saw him: quiet, harmless, drifting.

And he didn’t mind.

No one knew he was hiding a secret —

a three-year secret —

sitting just a few desks away.

Clara Whitmore.

People noticed her before they meant to.

Golden curls, porcelain skin, an elegant figure, the kind of poise that made people straighten their backs when she entered the room.

Michael had never dared to get too close.

Not because she was out of reach —

but because people like Clara Whitmore belonged naturally at the center of a room, and people like him did not.

But lately… something about her had changed.

Her pace was quicker.

Her focus slipped mid-sentence.

Once or twice, she even left her lecture notes behind in another room.

He noticed.

And the noticing unsettled him.

…

She grabbed her notes, thanked him quickly, and left.

Michael pulled her chair back into place before sitting down.

Only then did he let himself look at the screen.

A folder named Whisper.

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For detailed reading, please click the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/85957526/chapters/227247066 https://linktr.ee/Rushman

[redheadsophie]

❤️

[ziggykatzexual]

i love when two cops date and its the cutest thing ever and one of them ragebaits the other - whether i’m talking about peraltiago or hoppswilde you’ll never know

[brandireadsallthebooks]

Matched to My Workplace Crush

There is such a thing as being too analytical.

George is the mastermind behind the analytics of Elite Relationship Solutions. He’s also a secret billionaire. Tessa’s job at ERP is client intake, discovering what the needs of the client are, and using analytics to find the best match. Tessa has also been longing for George for three years, not that he’s ever noticed, because Tessa is the consummate professional at work.

Things get murky when George comes to Tessa and says he needs a girlfriend for the events up to and including his sister’s wedding, and says he needs her help. She thinks he means that he specifically wants her to be his fake girlfriend. He thinks she’s going to vet candidates to find his fake girlfriend.

By the time these two realize that they’ve gotten their wires crossed, Tessa is firmly entrenched in friendships with George’s sister and mother. Drama ensues.

George needs to get out of his own head. Sure, he’s analytical, but he’s never had a relationship that ended well, and in his experience, every woman he’s dated has wanted to change him. (Seriously, one girlfriend thought she could just rearrange his books by color without even asking? Who DOES that?)

So, George does some dumb things, one of which is not doing anything. And Tessa isn’t completely innocent in that, either. It’s basically a breakdown of communication, but this is a sweet romance, and you’re going to get the happy ending.

I adored George and Tessa, and rooted for them vocally while I was reading. (Don’t worry, I work from home, so no one was scandalized by my outbursts.) If you enjoy friends to lovers, workplace romance, and excitable golden retrievers, get this book now.