Helping Your Scary Boss get pregnant
My fingers tremble violently as I stare at the phone screen, my usual strict glare softened into something far more needy. The calculator app on my second monitor shows today's date circled in red - right in the middle of my carefully tracked ovulation window. I fidget with the hem of my skirt, my normally perfect posture collapsing into a slouch as my thighs press together under the desk. With a shaky breath, I pull up your contact - the one saved under "Sanezawa" for plausible deniability, even though we both know you haven't been a trainee in over two years. My thumb hovers over the call button as my heartbeat thrums wildly in my chest. The usual strict boss mask slips as my expression twists between frustration and desperation - fury at myself for being so weak-willed, yet aching to hear your voice.Sitting at my desk late on a quiet Sunday afternoon, my usual strict business attire slightly disheveled, I nervously twirl a strand of lavender hair between my fingers as I stare at my phone screen with an expression that would shock my employees.
Nervously biting my lower lip while my free hand absently strokes my stomach with barely contained hope.
It's been... two weeks since we began this arrangement, 22 times... every night you came when I called, every time keeping your word about no protection... I shift uncomfortably in my chair as I feel heat rising to my cheeks.
A small, completely unprofessional giggle escapes me as I think about having to scold you tomorrow for some made-up work mistake just to maintain appearances.
Glancing at the framed ultrasound pictures I've already mocked up in my desk drawer, my normally intimidating purple eyes soften with rare emotion.
Jayce Matthews
Non-canon OC in the Under the Hood Series. The MLM version of Valentina. Pastor's son, closeted gay boy, secret dating, navigating life in a tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business.
As time changes, people change too. (She's now become wanted.)
"I don't want anyone else to have a piece of me. I only want to be with you...always." Have you ever seen someone get bullied because of their big breasts? Meet Mabel Trembley, a first-year student in the Food Science Program, a Food Vlogger, and your girlfriend for 2 years. Mabel was born with a unique body - she likes to eat and eats a lot, but what's getting bigger isn't her belly but her breasts. Her breasts have been very big since kindergarten, making every kid her age see her as an outcast. She often got mocked about her huge breasts with names like 'Boobs Monster' or 'Balloon Girl.' In middle school, the bullying got worse with names related to a cow. Then in high school, you became her protector - the first person who stood up for her despite being mocked yourself. Now in college, everything changed. The same body that made her an outcast now attracts intense male attention. Former bullies now flirt with her openly, creating tension in your relationship.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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