Don't unironically yearn for these fictional characters girl, even if they existed, they'd just call you a landwhale before/after killing you. So for the love of the heavens go outside
I think you might be insanely stupid lol. I don’t actually believe my “relationship” with these characters is real, nor do I believe they wouldn’t harm me if they did exist. The point of self ship art is to have fun and yes, it is a fantasy!
Love how you made yourself anonymous because you know how much of an asshole you are.
You find one of Easterman’s private documents wedged between your paperwork. What’s inside is repulsing, but the feelings you have for your boss overwhelms the disgust. Like the obedient little employee you are, you return the folder to his desk, not realizing your actions had been recorded.
The office was silent except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights. You had stayed late again. Not because you wanted to, but because there was always something left undone. Tonight, it happened to be a pile of papers Dr. Easterman left on your desk just before the end of your shift.
It wasn't like it was unusual for him to do this. You've filed, scanned, and organized plenty of papers during your employment here, which included late-night, surprise work loads.
You carefully sorted through the mountain of papers until you noticed an unfamiliar folder that had been wedged between various, standard reports. The folder was particularly thick and bore a red stamp that made your heart skip a beat.
"NON RECOVERABLE. INTERNAL ONLY"
Your stomach sank. You've never seen this header with your own eyes before, but you knew it was the kind of warning that meant don't touch, don't look, and don't even THINK about it. You couldn't believe such a valuable and private document could slip past Dr. Easterman's grasp. The thought of him intentionally leaving it crossed your mind, but you knew better than that.
Your fingers trembled as you pulled the folder free. It was heavier than you expected. Your eyes flicked around the empty office, anxiety riddled thoughts flooding your mind. What if someone walked in? Could there be hidden cameras or microphones somewhere in the walls? Despite your internal battle, you couldn't hold back anymore.
You opened it.
The contents inside were stomach-turning. Experiment results that shouldn’t exist. Casualties that were noted as negligible. Everything in this folder could dismantle the whole company if anyone outside Murkoff ever got their hands on it. Your breathing became more labored as the room around you felt to be getting smaller and the air became impossibly thick.
Your first instinct was to run, to throw the folder into the shredder and pretend you had never seen it. But another, more dangerous feeling followed, one that had grown quietly over time. It was a feeling that bloomed in the calm of his voice and in the pauses before he spoke. It was in the rare moments when his attention rested on you.
You loved him. You loved your boss.
If it wasn't for the intense feelings you had for Easterman, the documents would be shredded. Or worse, turned in to the proper authorities. You smoothed any possible wrinkles in the papers before closing the folder, and returned it to Easterman's desk.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you stepped out from his office. You had been so caught up in the moment, you didn't notice the tiny, blinking red light in the corner of the room. It had captured everything.
Now it was inevitable he would notice.
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The next time you came into work, you were a shaking mess. Your stomach was twisted in knots. At any moment, you felt you could splatter this morning's breakfast all over the floor. You weakly approach your desk, releasing a sigh as you melt into the cushion of your office chair.
All you needed was a cup of coffee, something warm and cozy to ease the insufferable thoughts racing through your head. You look up from your desk to stare longingly at the hallway that leads to the break room. Just before you could get up from your seat, you heard a familiar voice call your name over the intercom.
His voice was calm, as if requesting a simple cup of coffee. Still, your stomach tightens. You straighten your skirt before making your way down the hall to Easterman's office.
The door was already open.
Dr. Easterman sits behind his desk with composed posture. The office appears unchanged from the night before with everything in its proper place. The folder was there too.
"Close the door" He says gently. You obliged. "Sit" He adds while gesturing to the chair across from him. You sit down, making sure to adjust your skirt as you settle in the chair.
There's a moment where he doesn't say anything. He studies you quietly and the tension in the air thickens. Your hands remain folded in your lap as your foot taps anxiously against the floor.
"Do you know why I asked you here?" He finally spoke. You swallow thickly before answering. "No, sir.” That was a lie.
“I reviewed last night's security footage, as I do every morning” Your heart thuds violently at his words. Any more and you’d swear the muscle was about to burst out of your chest. Dr. Easterman looks down at the folder on his desk and spins it to face you. Fuck.
“You handled this document, correct?” You nod before averting your eyes to the floor. “Yes, sir. I did”
You could feel him staring at you. Your body awkwardly shifted in place before speaking again. "I didn't mean to find it..." The whole situation felt akin to a father scolding his child for doing something naughty.
"I know" Your head shot up to finally look at him.
"You read it" It wasn't a question, he was stating a fact. You just nodded. Easterman leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving your face. "You did not copy or destroy it"
"No"
"You instead returned it to my desk. Most people, when presented with such information, would act out of outrage"
"I-I didn't want to hurt you" The words slipped. A small smile tugs at Dr. Easterman's lips, but the room is too dark for you to notice. "I knew something terrible would happen if it was destroyed. I knew something would happen to you..."
He stands up from his chair, making his way towards you in unhurried footsteps. His fingers snake around your chin, forcing you to look up. Your eyes come into contact with his own intense gaze. You couldn't stop your cheeks from flushing, your lip from quivering in both fear and anticipation.
"Loyalty is a rare quality" His thumb trailed from your cheek down to the plushness of your lips. It gently spread them apart to stroke against the velvety tissue of your lower lip. The feeling was sensual and you couldn't stop yourself from melting into his touch.
You've had plenty of fantasies about Dr. Easterman. You just couldn't believe one of them would actually happen. A breathy moan escaped your lips as his fingers traced down to the flesh of your neck. He pulled away almost instantly. Your eyes shot open.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to" He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk. It's been a while since he's messed around with someone, especially with someone as timid as you.
"You've always been a daddy's girl, haven't you?" His words only fueled the flame growing between your legs. "Come. Sit on daddy's lap"
Dr. Easterman sat back in his chair with legs slightly spread apart. He rubbed his thigh as an invitation for you to sit down, an invitation you eagerly accepted. You settled into the warmth of his lap, the fabric of your skirt rode up your thigh. Your body jumped as Easterman's hand came crashing down on the newly exposed flesh. His fingers seeped into its softness.
"I know what you feel, even if you've never said it" His breath tickled your neck. "The way you look at me. The way you linger after my instructions. I'm not dumb. Is that what you think I am, dumb?"
The grip he had on your thigh painfully tightened. "O-Of course not, sir" You squeaked. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, guiding your gaze up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"You are special... you are deserving" His breathing became more labored, you could feel every exhale on your lips. The hand that caressed your thigh began to slither inwards, mere inches away from the wet mess of your panties.
"Dr. Easterman..." You couldn't help but moan as his slender fingers rubbed teasingly against your clothed cunt.
"That's it, call for your daddy. Let him know how much you need him" He mumbled into your neck, breath occasionally hitching. "Do you see how wet you are? Cunt so needy I can just-" His middle and ring finger suddenly plunge into you. A loud, pleasured gasp freed itself from your lips.
"My docile little lamb. My How-High... You take daddy's fingers so well" Every rhythmic thrust of his fingers earned a loud squelch from your sopping heat. Tears rolled down your cheeks as the pleasure built up inside you.
"O-Oh my god” You cried. Your fingers wrapped tightly around his tie.
"What was that?" There was an edge in his tone. His digits stopped their pumping.
"N-no! Why did you stop..?!" You whined, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. He absolutely adored how you looked underneath him. A needy mess, desperate for his touch like it kept you alive.
"I've given you enough" His voice was stern, but deep down, he wanted it too. He wanted to feel just how tight that cunt of yours would feel around his cock, how much of his load could fit before spilling out.
“But-“ You hesitated, cheeks somehow flushing an even darker shade. “But daddy, I-I really need it”
“It?” Easterman appeared unamused, his fingers covered in your slick tapping against the arm of his chair.
“You… I need you, Hendrick” He gripped your cheeks so hard, you could feel his fingers press against your teeth.
“Who gave you permission to refer to me that way?” His slender digits tightened with every second you remained silent. Tears streamed down your face again, but this time, not in pleasure. It hurt terribly.
“Erm shrry!” You managed to muffle out your compressed mouth. He released your face, not saying anything. His dark eyes just stared you down while you rubbed at your aching cheeks.
The pain slowly subsided. Your mouth opened to speak, but was interrupted by Easterman forcefully bending you over his desk. You yelped as the side of your face slammed against the cold surface.
"You're a spoiled brat" He pulls your pencil skirt up to expose your bare ass, your underwear had been pulled down to your knees. A firm smack suddenly lands on your sensitive skin, hard enough to for sure leave a mark. You gasp.
"I could have given you nothing! Sent you back to your desk, or better yet, fire you for reading private documents" Easterman’s breath hitched as he spanked you yet again. You released another shocked gasp, fingers curling around the edge of his desk.
“I try to be nice, to be a good father…” Smack! “But you make it difficult when you act so ungrateful!” The final slap was especially hard. Your body shook, but despite this, your pussy still glistened in the dim lighting of the office. Arousal coated the lips of your cunt. It was a sight Dr. Easterman couldn’t resist a singular moment more.
Zzzp!
You heard him stifle a groan as he dragged the tip of his cock against your wet, delicate entrance. One of his hands pressed firmly against your back to keep you in place while the other directed his member. Hendrick allowed himself to slowly sink in the warmth of your core until he fully bottomed out, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.
You’ve been working for Murkoff for around 2 years. 2 years since you’ve felt the sensation of fullness. It was a feeling you didn’t know how badly you missed until now.
His cock glided against your slick walls until the only part of him left inside was the head. His hips snapped hungrily, filling you back up until his pelvis rest against your ass.
Easterman’s movements were slow, deep, and rhythmic, but his own animalistic urges got the best of him and each controlled pump quickly turned into hard, rough fucking. He was only a man after all.
The desk creaked with each thrust, the only thing louder being your moans.
“Are you pleased with yourself? It sure seems like it” Hendrick’s chest heaved with each hitched breath. His body was hunched over yours, lips pressed hotly against your ear. You heard everything. Every groan, every change in his breathing, every word he used to berate you.
“You want Daddy to fill you up? Well then here. Take it” The final pumps of his cock were especially deep. He grunted animalisticly as he reached his climax. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his pulsating length to decorate your walls.
The sudden warmth that overflowed your insides sent you over the edge, your own orgasm shortly followed his.
You both panted heavily. Hendrick lifted himself off of you, his hand trailing down the dip of your back as it fell back to his side.
“Clean yourself up.” He lit a cigarette, ignoring your body that still was bent over his desk. “Starting tomorrow, you will move all your belongings into my office”
A faint smile tugged the corners of your lips, your eyes shut in bliss.
Finally ♡
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Im too lazy to proof read this rn. I’ve been working on this fic for a week straight. ILL DO IT WHEN IM HOME FROM WERRRRKKKKK.
Okay, here we go again. I definitely have an "Unhealthy Obsession" with this OC. She's so pretty and creepy at the same time and Bill is not going to be happy when he discovered that she's with Jeffrey and Steve just to see him tied up on a chair.
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