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milfswriter · 1 year

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CEO!Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: request, this is an au of this

Notes and warnings: barely proofread tbh, aphrodisiac, smut (why do I have to mention this lmfao?), fingering, office sex, slightly sub!rhea lol (ik you guys love that),

*these gifs of her aren't helping tbh*

"Miss Ripley?" Rhea heard her secretary, Liv, call. She hadn't even noticed her entering the room, lost in thought as she rested her forehead on her palm.

"A delivery came for you. must be Miss y/n," Liv teased, but her grin faded as Rhea looked up at her and cleared her throat.

Liv placed a medium-sized bag on the desk. "Anything else, Miss Ripley?"

"That's all," Rhea replied and Liv scurried out of the office, a small grin forming on Rhea’s face as she opened the bag to see a heart-shaped box.

However, she didn't notice the card that was still inside the bag. She untied the red bow on top of the box and opened it, humming at the sight of chocolate, which she's been craving recently.

She reached for a piece and popped it into her mouth without thinking, then another one before closing the bag.

She called for an impromptu meeting with HR, that stupid guy was sending her unfinished work and thought he could get away with it. Why she even hired him is a mystery to her.

She worked on some paperwork for about twenty minutes before she began feeling hot, she unbuttoned the first button of her shirt in hopes of it subsiding the hotness.

It did nothing, however.

She took off her blazer, breathing heavily as the hot sensation began traveling down her body. This..what was this?

It's the stress, isn't it? she won't prove you right by collapsing in her office! You've told her again and again that the stress will get to her one day and she'll snap.

She needed to get out of there, so she headed to the meeting room even though she wanted to make them wait for her in there.

Upon arriving, she found some HR employees and her secretary sitting in the middle of the oval table.

She said nothing as she sat at the head of the table, noticing them staring at her. "What?.." they said nothing but kept staring at her.

"Spit it out!" Liv winced before clearing her throat. "Are you alright, Miss Ripley? you look...flushed"

Rhea scoffed, "I'm fine..but that shitty paperwork you've been sending me isn't! go on!" The employee cleared his throat before beginning his rambling.

She called this meeting for a reason, but she can't seem to fucking focus. Her panic at the sensation turned into thoughts about..you. This couldn't be happening to her right now.

Your beautiful, pretty face was all she could think of. That cute little grin as you submitted to her wasn't something she could easily forget. She could never say no to you, no matter how hard she tried. Stay home for the day? deal, buy me an island? yes, Sell the company and stay home with me forever? Whatever you want.

The intense sensation was now dangerously close to her center, leaving her gulping and unable to sit properly in the custom-made leather chair.

"Take notes. I don't have time for this" She told Liv before getting up and leaving the meeting room to call you but of course, you were already in her office, your feet plopped onto the desk as you played with your phone while you laughed. She stopped her relieved grin from forming at the sight of you.

"What's so funny?" she husked out, making you turn her head to look at her.

You looked her up and down, panting and almost disheveled. "You..not reading my fucking card" you continued to laugh lightly, confusing her to no end.

"What..card?" she wanted to call you for a reason, and now that you're here..she couldn't waste any more time.

You stood up, walking to her while swaying your hips, shoving the also heart-shaped card in her face.

"You ate the chocolate, didn't you?" a smirk made its way on your face while hers dropped.

"Y/n. Princess. What did you do?" she gulped, quite frankly you'd never seen her in such a state so it was pretty amusing to you.

You shrugged, "I..wanted to warm ya up before you came home tonight..And..by the looks of it, you're TOO warmed up"

"stop speaking with riddles!" she snapped, loosening her tie before throwing it on her desk.

"It's the chocolate! it's a..stimulant" you chuckled, "had you read my card, you would've been careful not to eat more than one"

She groaned as you came closer, your cute little outfit and perfume not helping at all. Oh, you're so getting punished but it's definitely worth it.

"I think we need to take care of this" you whispered as you circled your arm around her waist, the other fiddling with her belt while you tip-toed to peck her jawline.

You've never seen her so...desperate. You stifled your chuckle before she slowly nodded her head as it fell to your shoulder, her hands falling to your waist.

You bit your lip as you felt her wet kisses between your neck and shoulder, "you're gonna put me out of my misery or leave me like this all day?" she asked, her hands bruising your hips at this point.

"I don't know..you have been teasing me a lot lately" she pinned you against the front of her desk but you already had unbuckled her belt, throwing it across the room before unbuttoning her pants, her arms on either side of you while her eyes bore into your soul.

"Miss Ripley.." you gasped sarcastically, not missing the way she tensed at the name "you are so...wet"

She looked down to see your hand in her pants, under her boxers, closing her eyes at the feeling of your fingers. It has been a while since she let you touch her like this.

Her knees buckled as a finger entered her, lips parting as she lost the last bit of control over the situation. This had not been her plan at all, but she was not complaining.

"What if someone came in, hm? And saw their boss getting fingered in the middle of her fucking office? What would they think?"

"They can go straight to fucking hell 'cause I do what I want in my building" she hissed in your ear with a stifled moan as she held herself up with her palms on the desk, not wanting to crush you with her weight.

You snickered, adding another finger into her while your thumb circled her clit. It was pretty hard from this angle but you've got to work with what you've got, you supposed.

You knew you hit her spot when a high-pitched moan came out, making her fall on top of you with a grunt. "Shit..sorry" she tried to get back up but you held her into you, smashing your lips together while she writhed on top of you.

"You close?" she nodded, her moans echoing through the room. Nobody would hear you two anyway, but Rhea isn't so sure she cares anymore.

"Beg for it" you ordered, slightly slowing down, eliciting a low groan from the CEO.

"Come on. Beg for me to let you come or you won't" oh, she's so gonna break you when you reach home, but right now your fingers are doing wonders to the effects of that stupid chocolate. Nice gesture, but the hidden purpose was so uncalled for. You could've just asked her to fuck you and oh she will, just not in the way you want.

"Fuck...please" she held your wrist to keep you from taking it out of her pants, "please..I'm close" you figured that was the closest you're ever gonna get to a 'can I come?' from Rhea Ripley, so you began speeding up again.

Your hand was cramping, barely able to move inside her as she clenched. "Come for me, Rhea" you whispered in her ear, thrusting hard one more time, the taller woman groaning in your neck as you felt her warm release on your fingers.

Rhea's mind went blank as she came down from the intense high, her body limp and spent on top of you. You held her close, gently rubbing her back as she caught her breath. She lays there for a few moments, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Suddenly, she sits up straight and looks at you.

"You..are going to pay for that stunt you did you little brat," she says with a smirk before leaning in to kiss you deeply, you grinned as you still tasted the chocolate.

You took your hand out of her pants, putting the same fingers in your mouth to the knuckle while keeping the eye contact with the panting woman on top of you.

"I know.."

"And you're going to eat that chocolate when I leave for my work trip, and you won't. touch. yourself" Her threat seemed pretty genuine, but you were basking in the feeling of being in control for once.

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Bonus:

"Attacking me with chocolate? my favorite thing on this planet? cheap shot, baby" she laughed at your fucked out state, lips parted and eyes half open as she rubbed your bare back. Her cold hands doing gods work.

"Rhea. Shut up"

"Yes, love"

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theferrarieffect · 2 months

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papaya problems

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part 2!!

Oscar x reader, Lando x reader (4.0k words)

summary: after a chance encounter with oscar, you can’t help but daydream about what could’ve been. lando has other ideas.

warnings: unresolved tension, potentially inaccurate pit crew descriptions, tw: dutch national anthem ;))

papaya problems

On your first day at McLaren, the secretary at the front desk hands you a card attached to a bright orange lanyard. Race Crew, it declares proudly. You slip it over your head right away, feeling a little buzz of excitement.

After shaking hands with what feels like a thousand people, all dressed in orange polos—or, as you were told during orientation, papaya polos—your guide Shawn leads you to a back hallway, tucked well inside Team Hub, the McLaren motorhome. “As you probably already know well, Lando and Oscar are the two drivers for us this season. If we’re lucky, they might be around to say hi.”

A knock on a door labelled with Oscar’s name yields no response. But as you two approach Lando’s driver room, you hear the muffled sounds of two boys screeching.

“AAAAAAAAAH!!!!”

Thump.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!!! THERE’S TWO OF THEM!!”

“Lando, just open the door!”

“NOOOOOOOO!!!”

You exchange a glance with your guide. His eyes are crinkled at the corners. “Sounds like they’re a bit…preoccupied,” he says. You nod, amused.

The door abruptly flies open, and one of the drivers bolts out. You have just enough time to register a mop of brown curls, and icy blue eyes widened in terror. The taller of the two walks out of the driver’s room much more calmly. His hair, although also brown, sweeps over his forehead in a smooth wave. He raises his straight, dark eyebrows at the two of you.

“This is one of our drivers, Oscar Piastri,” Shawn informs you.

“Nice to meet you,” you say, extending a hand politely.

“Pleasure,” Oscar drawls in a distinctly Australian accent, accepting your hand. His feels warm. Inviting. “And that animal over there, crying over a wasp like the baby he is, is Lando.”

Right on cue, Lando trots over, wiping sweat from his forehead. “That wasp was huge, mate. You’re so calm cause you’re an Aussie. Aren’t the bugs, like, the size of dinner plates there?” He shivers at his own words.

Then he notices you. “You must be new here,” he says. He clears his throat, stands up a little straighter. “I’m Lando. Norris.”

You smile at Lando, offer up your name. “That’s a pretty name,” Lando says. “Pretty girls always have pretty names.” And he winks.

Shawn rolls his eyes. “Lando Norris is our other driver. He has an unfortunate tendency to flirt with anything that moves.”

“Hey, now,” Lando says smoothly. He shoots a quick glare at the guide. “I have the fortunate tendency of not being afraid to appreciate beauty when I see it.”

You accidentally make eye contact with Oscar, who’s standing behind Shawn, and he mouths, You’ll get used to it. You can’t help but smile.

A tiny insect flies out of the driver’s room, and the three of you laugh as Lando dashes back into his room and slams the door.

Later, you’re desperately wandering the halls of the motorhome in search of a vending machine. Your first day was a blur of faces, names, and fact sheets, and you need caffeine now. Finally, you spy one just outside the kitchen. Someone’s already standing in front of it, clearly pondering his choice of beverage. He turns around at the sound of your oncoming footsteps.

“Hey,” Oscar nods. You’re surprised he recognizes you, having only just met you briefly today.

“Hi Oscar. Know what drink you’re going for?”

His eyes are fixated on the row of Coke bottles at the very top. “I’d kill for a Coke.”

“Why don’t you get one?” you knit your brows in confusion.

“Diet. My trainer wouldn’t like that at all.”

Right. The drivers have to maintain weight. And Oscar, being decently tall, is already at a bit of a disadvantage. He sighs and punches in a number. A Diet Coke comes tumbling out of the machine, and he scoops it up and steps aside for you.

You scan the drinks and settle on a tall can of Monster—the most potent source of alertness the vending machine has to offer.

“Wow, a Monster at 5pm,” Oscar muses. A teasing smile has formed at the corners of his lips. He has a dimple on his left cheek.

You sigh. “First days are rough. Although I’ll admit that I’m a bit of a caffeine junkie.”

“Tell me about it,” he says, running his fingers through his already perfect hair. “It’s only Media Day and all I want to do is roll around in my covers. And we haven’t even raced yet.”

The thought of Oscar wrapping himself up in a duvet like a burrito makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

You feel your cheeks burn. “Nothing,” you say quickly. Oscar just stares at you with an inscrutable look on his face.

Great. Now he thinks I’m insane.

“Well,” Oscar says. “I’d better get back. But it was nice meeting you. And I guess I’ll be seeing you around.” He gives you a small smile and slips away.

You want to kick yourself for acting like such a fool in front of Oscar, then you wonder why you care so much in the first place.

Because he’s a driver, and as a pit crew member you wouldn’t want him to think you’re weird. Right. Because you were teammates, and teammates need to get along. No other reason at all.

For the rest of the week, a can of Monster greets you at the door of your hotel room every morning. Oscar. It’s very kind of him. You wonder if he’s this nice to everyone else on staff. You feel a tiny lick of jealousy imagining him ordering drinks for other people, and quickly stamp out the feeling.

Lando, on the other hand, doesn’t settle just for kind. Every time he passes by you on the paddock, he flashes you a winning smile and a wink. On Sunday night, his eyes meet yours as he holds his P3 trophy aloft, and holds your gaze as he sprays his champagne all over Max Verstappen. You notice that Oscar tips back his bottle in a perfunctory swig, but doesn’t mirror their antics. After the podium ceremony, Lando hurries over to you.

“Post-race party tonight,” he says, breathless. “Come with me?”

Frankly, you’re exhausted. Partying is the last thing you want to be doing—Oscar’s burrito technique sounds really good right about now. You give Lando an apologetic smile, murmur something about next time, and shuffle up to your hotel room like a zombie. How the drivers have the energy for this…you’ll never understand.

You’re indulging yourself with a hot soak in your bathtub when you think you hear a knock at your door. Ugh. It repeats, a little louder. You climb out of the tub, wrap a robe around your body, and peer through the little hole in the door.

It’s Oscar. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other. In his hands are a helmet and a small tin.

Crap. You don’t have time to put clothes on. You open the door, just a tiny crack. “Oscar?”

“Hey,” he says cautiously. “Sorry to be a bother.”

“No, not at all. It’s just…I’m kind of only wearing a robe right now. Sorry, I was taking a bath…”

Oscar’s cheeks turn pink. You feel your own face redden.

“So I’m totally being a bother,” he says. “Sorry again. You left your helmet at the paddock, and Lando said you went back to your hotel room because you weren’t feeling well.”

You have no choice but to open the door fully and accept the helmet from Oscar. You’re sure your hair is dripping onto the carpet. He carefully avoids looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Oh my god, I’m a mess,” you mutter, embarrassed by your carelessness. “Thanks so much for bringing it all the way over here.”

Oscar chuckles. “It’s not a problem. We’re like, right down the hall from you.”

“But you should be out at post-race. What are you doing at the hotel at all?”

“I’m not that much of a party guy,” Oscar says quietly. “Not gonna lie, as soon as the podium ceremony’s over, I usually try to sneak back before someone manages to drag me to some bar.”

This surprises you. You figured the drivers would be mostly outgoing, always chasing a new high, overflowing with energy.

“Speaking of which,” he says, holding out the tin he had been carrying in his other hand. “Tea. I know you prefer Monster, but it is pretty late…”

Your heart melts. “Oscar,” you say, taken aback at his sweetness. “You didn’t have to…”

He shrugs. “I felt bad. Don’t want you to get sick.”

“I’m not,” you say guiltily. “I just told Lando I was tired. I guess I’m just not as good at sneaking back to the hotel as you are.”

At the mention of Lando, Oscar suddenly starts to examine the patterns on the carpet with great interest.

Suddenly, curiosity seizes you. “So when you come back early, what do you do?”

“Usually watch TV. Maybe read a book or play mindless video games. Just unwind.” He meets your eyes again. “You? Aside from your bath, I guess.”

“I mean,” you ponder. “I guess I’ll just watch TV too. And I should probably order food—I’m starving.”

“You haven’t eaten dinner?” Oscar asks, looking slightly alarmed.

“No,” you say, “but there’s no way you had time to, either.”

“No,” he admits.

An idea pops into your head. “Honestly, if we’re the only ones here…do you wanna just order a pizza or something? I totally get it if you’d rather just chill alone."

Oscar’s eyes widen slightly. You wonder if you’ve made a grave mistake. But then the corners of his lips quirk upwards. “I’m down,” he says.

By the time the pizza shows up, you and Oscar have established that both of you think pineapple on pizza is a sin, but ham is an absolute necessity. He tells you about Aussie pizza, which apparently comes topped with an egg. You wrinkle your nose.

“Hey, can’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it,” Oscar says defensively.

Then you find out that both of you are working your way through Killing Eve, so you run to the bathroom to (finally) put some pajamas on, and Oscar’s sitting on your bed, TV remote in hand. You climb in next to him, not too close, and try not to get distracted by the fact that he smells like clean laundry. Halfway through the second episode, your eyelids begin to droop.

“Tired?” Oscar whispers, jerking you awake.

“Huh? Oh…” Your head feels foggy. “No, I’m okay. We can finish the episode…”

The next time you open your eyes, startled, the light is still on and you have no idea what’s going on in the show. You look over to your right. Oscar is slumped over with his eyes shut, mouth slightly open, breathing lightly. Out cold.

“Oscar,” you whisper. His eyelids flutter.

“Oh my god,” he says, looking disconcerted. “I must’ve fallen asleep.”

You laugh. “I think we both did.”

Oscar slides down so he’s fully horizontal, and rolls to face you. “In that case,” he murmurs sleepily, “how do you feel about not kicking me out tonight?”

You’re so drowsy you can hardly think. All you know is that it’s nice and warm under the covers, and Oscar looks pretty damn comfortable too. “I’m okay with that,” you say softly.

Oscar reaches out with a muscular arm, switches off the lamp on the bedside table, and faces you again with a yawn.

And just like that, you both fall asleep.

A ribbon of sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains wakes you up the next morning. You half-open your eyes to three freckles dotting a pale neck, a soft white t-shirt against your cheek.

What the—

You shoot away instinctively. The t-shirt wrinkles as its owner stirs. Oscar opens his eyes blearily. “What the—” he echoes, looking totally frazzled.

The events of last night suddenly come flooding back to you. Oscar returning your helmet, eating pizza together, watching Killing Eve, falling asleep next to him…

The realization seems to dawn on him at the same time. You look at each other and laugh, a little awkwardly.

“I must’ve mistaken you for my pillow,” you say apologetically.

“I didn’t mind,” Oscar replies quickly. You gape at him, shocked, and he blushes. “Sorry, that sounded weird.”

“’s okay,” you mutter. “I guess we should get going.”

Oscar shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “Yeah…yeah. Thanks for letting me stay over. It was…fun.” He slips on his slides, gives you a long look, and disappears.

You feel dazed, unsure if any of this was real. Did Oscar mean what he said, about you inadvertently cuddling up to him in the middle of the night?

Shut up, you tell yourself. Did you see the way he left, so fucking quickly? He’s probably embarrassed that he stayed over. Don’t you dare start daydreaming about him now.

But no matter how many times you repeat it to yourself, you can’t shake the feeling of his chest against your cheek, his warmth. For the rest of the day, your eyes roam the paddock for the Australian driver. But Oscar is nowhere to be found.

Oscar was verifiably nuts. Bonkers. "I didn’t mind"…really? He really, truly had looked her in the eye and said that. He buried his head in his hands, perched on the edge of the little bench in his driver’s room. Groaned as he remembered the way her soft pink lips had parted in shock.

Truthfully, he remembered waking up briefly in the middle of the night to the feeling of her rolling over, nestling her face into his chest. Her hair smelled like jasmine and vanilla and something else he couldn’t quite place. Oscar had sighed and closed his eyes again, half-thinking it was all just a dream.

His reverie was interrupted by Lando all but kicking down the door.

“Bro,” he demanded, “why weren’t you at post-race last night?”

Oscar grimaced, bracing himself for the impending lecture of you need to get out more and live a little he was inevitably about to receive. “I was bringing one of the pit crew their helmet back to the hotel.” Not untrue.

Lando rolled his eyes so hard that Oscar wouldn’t have been surprised if they fell out of their sockets. “How kind of you. And how utterly fucking unnecessary.”

“I’m a nice guy,” replied Oscar, nonchalantly.

“She must’ve been hot,” Lando deadpanned.

Oscar immediately turned red.

Lando gasped. “No.”

“What?”

“You dirty, dirty dog!” Lando crowed gleefully. “Just returning a helmet, my ass. Who is she? Tell me!” he demanded.

Oscar couldn’t really see a way out of this. He muttered her name under his breath, hoping Lando would somehow not remember her. But the driver’s eyes flashed with instant recognition.

“I cannot believe,” said Lando in a low voice, “that Oscar Piastri picked up a girl the night of the GP. Without so much as going to a bar to do it.”

“Shut up.” Oscar gritted his teeth. “I didn’t pick her up. We didn’t even do anything…just sat there and watched TV.”

And slept together…just not like that, he added in his head silently.

Lando was staring at him, eyes slightly narrow. “What?” Oscar asked, feeling like he was being examined through a microscope.

“Are you into her?”

He felt his face grow warm again. He just shook his head.

Lando looked thoughtful. “So…you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out.”

Oscar felt a little like someone had kicked him in the stomach. “Ask her out?” he said weakly.

“Yeah, mate.” Lando flashed a smile. “She’s cute. I’ve been trying to get her to hang with me this whole week.”

“Why don’t you just ask her out now?” Oscar said, the words coming out a little more rudely than he intended. But it was true. It was unlike Lando to try to get to know someone before just shooting his shot.

“Chill, mate,” Lando said, a little suspiciously. “She’s not just, like, a girl in a bar, you know? And she’s also a papaya…ever heard of maintaining productive team dynamics?” He made air quotes.

“Uh huh,” said Oscar, dubiously.

Lando could do what he liked, Oscar told himself. After all, he was telling the truth—it’s not like anything happened. It wasn’t like he had some kind of claim over her, like she was his territory. And he remembered again, with a heavy sigh, that look of surprise on her face. Even if he did try to make a move…it never would have happened. Not for him.

Oscar decided that he’d do what he did best—and give her, and Lando, the space they probably deserved.

Weeks pass in a repetitive blur of travel, races, a post-weekend crash, repeat. You find yourself settling in to a routine, becoming more comfortable with the rest of the staff.

Except for Oscar. Since Bahrain, you’ve hardly seem him, only running to his car during races to make adjustments, occasionally seeing him in the hallway, exchanging only a polite nod. Neither of you ever mentions that night, of course. Oscar’s probably long forgotten by now. Spending real nights, ones involving long kisses and perhaps even something more, with who knows how many girls. Beautiful, confident, rich ones. Girls that didn’t spend most of their time with their hair in a messy bun under a papaya cap or a helmet, frantically scurrying around with jacks and wheel guns. Every race, you get better and better at tucking him away into a deep back corner of your mind.

At Miami, you casually mention to one of the guys on the pit crew that you have a penchant for CoD and Rocket League. Word must’ve travelled fast, because Lando corners you the very next day and demands you join him and some of “the boys” after FP2 to play a few rounds. You shrug in agreement, expecting to see a group of papayas on their laptops, but walk in to none other than Mercedes’ George Russell, and Williams’ Alex Albon, sitting cross-legged on a bed in Lando's hotel room.

George shakes your hand. “Pleasure to meet you,” he says primly. A proper British gentleman.

Alex, on the other hand, greets you with a warm, sunny smile. “Lando’s told us a lot about you.”

And then Oscar walks in, laptop tucked under his arm. Your heart immediately starts to pound. “Oh.”

“We have guests today,” trills Lando.

“Do you two already know each other?” George asks.

You look anywhere but at Oscar. “Yeah. We’ve chatted a few times.”

“Great!” Alex chirps cheerfully, and grins. “Charles is gonna be so mad we’ve subbed him out.”

“Oh—“ you stammer. Charles Leclerc? In Ferrari? “Wait, I don’t want you to kick anyone out because of me—“

“He’s just joking around,” laughs Lando. “We’ve all been annoyed with Charles. He’s been bailing on us left and right lately.”

George gives Lando a knowing look. “Since Max told him he’s been interested in learning some padel. Coincidence? I think not…”

You realize he’s talking about Max Verstappen. Suddenly, you feel like you shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be privy to this…gossip. Gossip about Formula One drivers. Lando must have really talked you up to his friends.

Oscar clears his throat subtly. “Wanna get on it? Or are you all too busy speculating on Charles’ love life?”

The boys roll their eyes good-naturedly, but fire up their computers. F1 drivers, you think. They’re just like the rest of us.

One day, as you’re busily blocking George’s car from scoring a goal, George calls you “Pastry’s girl.”

You yelp, temporarily dropping your defense. George seizes the opportunity to launch the soccer ball into your goal, accompanied by an evil cackle. Proper British gentleman, your ass.

“Don’t call me that,” you protest.

“Why not?” George grins. “We all know it’s true.”

“What do you mean?”

“All he does is talk about you,” singsongs Alex. “Oh, Alex, have you seen her today? D’you reckon she’d play with us tonight, Alex? How should I ask for her hand in marriage, Alex?”

You shove Alex hard, sending him toppling into George. “Feisty,” he smirks, rubbing his arm.

“That’s not true,” you plead. Alex and George just laugh, exchanging knowing looks. Infuriating.

“Pastry’s girl,” George teases again, and you stick your tongue out at him.

It’s impossible. George is just being a clown. When Oscar won’t even talk to you…

In Monaco, McLaren pulls off a 2-3 podium. You howl with laughter at the sight of Max yanking Lando’s collar and spraying the champagne right down his back, almost as soon as the last note of the Dutch anthem plays. Oscar meets your eyes, and without thinking you mime shaking up the bottle. And for the first time, he does, with a smile that you tuck away in the same corner that you’ve stashed the rest of him in. A smile that you let yourself believe was maybe meant just for you.

Lando, much like at Bahrain, makes a beeline for you after the podium ceremony, waving away eager reporters. He beams at you, and you can’t help but smile at his jubilation.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Congrats on P2,” you tell him.

“Feeling up to the post-race tonight?” he asks.

You’ve gone to a few now. It’s always a bit of a mixed bag. But the Monaco race was a little earlier in the evening, and it’s not like you’d have any company if you went back to the hotel…

“I suppose so.”

Lando plays with the zipper on his racing suit. He looks uncharacteristically nervous, making you feel a little uneasy.

“So…I wanted to tell you something.”

You look at him quizzically.

“Ah, well, the truth is...” Lando says, his fiddling intensifying, “I’ve always thought you were cute, and now I know you’re smart and funny and just, like, fun to hang out with.”

You don’t know why, but your eyes dart over to Oscar. He’s standing at the far end of McLaren’s paddock, smiling amicably for pictures, signing papaya hats, fielding questions from reporters. He doesn’t see you and Lando standing together.

“So.” Lando hesitates. “Will you go out with me?”

You steal another glance at Oscar. Let yourself imagine him saying those words. It would never happen.

Lando’s piercing blue eyes look at you earnestly, awaiting your response. You tear your gaze away from Oscar. Lando is handsome, and charming, and funny, and you think that maybe...maybe you could learn to love the other driver in papaya.

“Sure. Yeah…that sounds nice,” you tell Lando.

He grins from ear to ear, and takes your hand as he leads you away from the paddock, away from Oscar. He never sees you.

notes: wasp scene…poor lando 😂

sequel here! more fics here!

#f1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #lando norris #lando norris x you #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris x reader #op81 #ln4 #is this deserving of a part 2 pls advise

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Power (Vox x reader) 18+

Vox x Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ Porn without plot, Power dynamics, Secretary reader, Choking on dick, Office blowjob. Summary: Vox is wound tight after his on air showdown with the newly returned Alastor. The show must go on though and you have just what he needs to get into the right headspace to move forward.

AN- A little gift for some friends because idk, I can? I'm high off attention? I don't even know anymore. Have a TV Dinner...

Masterlist Kofi AO3

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Your heels clicked against the polished tile floors as you approached the heavy doors of your boss’ office. The doors were intimidating to most anyone that had to approach, a sign of the power of the man inside.

For you though, the only thing that could intimidate you was his mood though you’d never admit it. His moods shifted with the winds, endlessly volatile with a charming smile.

He was in a foul mood tonight. Between having to clear his schedule to deal with Val’s latest bitch-fit and losing his own shit- not that he would admit to that- on a ring wide broadcast was enough to leave him sour for the day.

Add in his little hissy fit causing a city wide power outage and having to deal with only getting a phone meeting with Carmine weapons on such short notice… he was in a state.

The show had to go on though. Just as Val needed Vox to talk him down off the ledge, Vox needed you to bring him back to center. Technically, you were his secretary and for the most part, that was the role you filled but on occasion your tasks went above and beyond the standard secretarial duties.

But perhaps, considering the era Vox had died in, it wasn’t really so much above and beyond your job description after all.

It should have made you feel degraded. You should have raged against being put in a 1950’s stereotype of the sexy secretary. You should have pushed back against sleeping with your boss.

But, when in Rome.

It got you a good paycheck, a nice apartment, top quality food and the best entertainment Hell had to offer. Why pretend you were better than that when having the favor of an Overlord brought so much? Plus it got you some Earth shatteringly good sex. Or maybe Hell shatteringly was a better way to put it?

It helped that he had a sexy body and was charming, most of the time. The TV head took some getting used to though. It was cute how it digitized his expressions, broadcasting them for all to see. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had been easy to read in life as well but you’d never ask.

You didn’t knock when you reached those heavy doors you knew so well. Instead you pulled them open without hesitation and slipped inside as if you belonged. In a way, you did.

Vox glanced over at you, eyes running up and down your figure before going back to the computer he was working at. What he did half the time, you hadn’t a clue. It was above your paygrade.

“I’m busy, doll.”

“And in a bad mood, too.” Your hips swayed as you walked up to his desk, unafraid.

Your skirt and blouse were tight, highlighting every asset you had. The click of your heels echoed as you drew nearer to his desk. His eyes only flickered to you as you began to circle it, running your finger tips over the smooth surface.

You knew how this dance went.

Rounding on him, you ran your fingers up his arm and across his tense shoulders. You were only just touching him. Fleeting glances of your fingertips teased him, making sure he knew exactly where you were and doing little else.

“I don’t have time,” He shuddered a bit at your touch, turning to face you, “Expecting a call.”

“Not even enough time for a kiss?” You asked, using the slight opening he created between his lean torso and the hard desk to slip into his lap. Your hip banged against the edge of the desk in the process causing you to swallow a yelp.

“Doll,” Vox signed before screwing his face up, demanding to be in charge.

It was just another part of the game between the two of you. The power games between the two of you were what drove you to indulge is touches more often than not. It was intoxicating, having a man such as Vox bend to your touch.

You slipped a claw tipped finger under his collar, scraping his dark blue neck as you worked it under the bowtie and pulled him to you.

“Kiss me,” You demanded rather than asked, just how you knew he craved.

“Baby,” Vox crumbled but you knew he would. Sure, he would bend you over, put you in your place but Vox craved having someone to serve in ways you were not sure he even was fully aware of.

His kiss was greedy, just like he was.

Kissing his screen face was never not weird when you thought about it for too long, but it wasn’t unpleasant. His plasma tongue sent sparks through you as as it dipped into your mouth, demanding you submit to his thin lips. He was never a slow kisser, always greedy for more and trying to take it by force.

It was his greed that gave you power over your boss, limited though it was.

The ringing of a call sounded through his speakers, shattering your kiss. Having his face ring was never not awkward. It was one thing when a man’s phone would ring on his desk or in his pocket but when his face was his phone? That was a whole different level of weird.

“Gotta take this,” He sounded less sure as you shifted on his lap, feeling the hardness in his pants.

You had hardly kissed and yet he was stiff. It didn’t surprise you in the slightest. He knew why you were sent in and you knew that. Just some more steps to the ever so addicting dance.

“Take the call,” You said as you slipped off his lap, melting to your knees under his desk. “You don’t want to miss a chance to make a deal?”

“What are you-?” Vox choked on his question as you palmed his crotch.

“Take your call,” You demanded, “And if you make this deal, I’ll make you see Heaven’s Gate. Be a good boy and get your deal in motion.”

“Fuck, Doll.” Vox tossed his call to the computer in front of him and answered, all business.

As he began to speak as you scoot back under his desk, letting the darkness shroud you. He kept his chair leaned back, eyes on you as he ironed out details and specifics, voice full of confidence. You didn’t listen, instead deciding to put on a little show just for him.

Fingers worked free one button after another on your blouse, slowly exposing the deep blue bra you wore. Not lace, no- you wore slick silk. Smooth, clean lines cupping your breasts and ensuring they looked their best.

Vox was a modern man with modern tastes, even if he liked a classic scandalous preoccupation with his secretary. You tailored your undergarments to match.

As you ran your hands over your chest and down your body his eyes followed every twitch of your fingertips. He watched you as you hiked your skirt up, bunching the clingy fabric around your hips as you showed him the matching panties, center between your legs visibly darker even in the shadows you sat in. Smooth fabric made running your hands over your moist covered slit easy.

Vox’s cock strained against his pants as he watched you, now fully engorged. His voice never wavered though, as he did his job like the master he was. No one would ever know how distracted he was except you.

The call was quick, over after a few minutes with a promise to send a write up of the proposal. Now it was your time to act. If you didn’t, he would take control and you didn’t want that. Right now, what you wanted was to make him mush in your hands.

And you would.

You climbed up on your knees, resting your head against his thigh for a moment as he carded his dangerous claws through your hair. For a moment, you indulged in the soft affection. It was the moments of soft affection, complements dished out casually that risked making you think for even a moment that this was more than just a arrangement.

You could feel the heat of his cock, still contained but straining for freedom just in front of your face, reminding you why you were there. Reaching up, you palmed him again, feeling how much harder he was as you ran your lips along the length of his still cloth covered member.

“Fuck, Doll, were you trying to set me up for failure?” Vox’s voice warbled out for a moment, wavering with his excitement.

“Do you fail at anything?” You teased, leaning back to look at him as you ran your hands up and down his spread thighs, each pass taking you closer to his cock, teasing him with how you had withdrawn your touch.

“No,” Vox said firmly, smile growing on his screen as he looked down at you fondly.

You laughed at his arrogance, trying to put a lid on any feelings the look on his face could stir up. It was better to focus on his confidence. It was one of the traits you found so attractive about him.

“I did promise you a reward, didn’t I?” Your fingers worked his belt open and slowly pulling the zipper of his pants down.

You didn’t waste time in pulling him from his pants, fingers eager to wrap around his length. Just as you didn’t need to knock on his office door and wait for permission, you had blanket access to him as well. The knowledge that he wouldn’t deny you made you feel all sorts of ways.

“Get up here,” Vox tried to demand but it sounded more like a plea.

Just how you liked it. This was what you did to such a powerful man. While you were physically on your knees for him, you he was the one who was really on the ground.

Instead of back talking, you simply ran your tongue up the underside of his dark blue cock, taking in the salty taste of his skin. The veins were prominent and glowed ever so slightly a blue light, hardly noticeable if not for the darkness under his desk. You wouldn’t have ever considered a penis to be pretty before but Vox’s changed that.

He had a penis that was, frankly, pretty though if you had told him that you could imagine the scoff easily. It made you crave it, crave having the weight of it in your mouth. The sight of it alone made your mouth water.

Dark blue, light glow and dusty pink at the tip. What a treat he made. You needed him in your mouth.

He groaned as you wrapped your lips around his tip, wasting no time. Legs stretched out around you as he leaned further back in his chair. A gasping breath shuttered through him as you set to work.

You ran your tongue over the tip, sucking softly as you looked at him. His screen was pointed down at you, eyes blazing into you. Pink tinted the blue background of his screen, seeping in from the edges, just as pink dusted the tip of his cock.

Did he know that he matched? It didn’t matter, with your mouth full you couldn’t tell him anyway.

What mattered was the sounds falling from his mouth as you worked more of him into your mouth painfully slowly. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, you stroked what you hadn’t taken in yet.

It would be a matter of time before Vox got another call or someone came knocking on the office door. That was part of the excitement though. Claw tipped fingers curled, fisting in your hair as you sucked more of him into your mouth leisurely.

You were going too fast for him, you knew that but you couldn’t help it. His strong thighs twitched and flexed under your hands as more of him disappeared into your mouth. Down you sank, one slow inch at a time until he hit the back of your throat.

Slowly you pulled back, dancing your tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock while you did so.

“Don’t tease me, Doll.” His fist tightened, pulling captured hair roughly in the process.

The moan that poured up your throat and washed over his cock had him twitching on your tongue as you sank back down, pushing him as deep as you could in your current position only to slowly pull back once again.

He hated it when you teased him like this. It drove him insane. He would never admit it but you knew, he loved it.

“Faster.” He demanded as you looked up at him, breasts moving with every deep breath you took as you licked and sucked the head of his cock as if it was a piece of candy.

With the hand at the back of your head, he put pressure on your head in an attempt to guide you back down his shaft. That wouldn’t do.

Pulling back, you let his head fall from your lips with a pop. The pressure on you head wasn’t something you could overpower and so, you didn’t fight it after letting him free. He was unprepared as he shoved your face into his crotch.

“Please, babydoll-”

You smiled at his words, kissing the base of his shaft only to work your way back up toward his tip.

“What do you want?” You spoke, lips moving against his shaft teasingly. His hips flexed, thrusting his spit slick cock against your mouth.

“Stop teasing,” His breath was already coming labored, much to your delight. “Put that pretty little mouth of yours to work.”

“But I am?” You blinked up at him, feigning innocence even as you slowly took his cock back into your mouth and bobbed on it twice.

“Faster.” He demanded, voice not quite giving his demand the power to force you to comply.

Again, you let it free with a pop in order to speak, “I don’t know, you didn’t make the deal.”

“But I will,” He promised, voice straining as you stroked his chock casually. “I’ll make the deal.”

You loved it when he got like this. Pleading. “I don’t know if that’s good enough,” Pausing, you licked and kissed his pink tinted head as you let him sit on the thought a moment longer. “You know, they had to pull me out of a meeting to come to you. That’s so inconvenient…”

“Please,” You smiled at his word, rubbing your thighs together as he looked down at you, “Please, I’ve been good, I- Fuck.”

You sant down his cock, raising up on your knees carefully to avoid banging your head on the solid desk above you as you adjusted your position. One deep breath and you sank lower, lower and he slipped into your throat.

“Fuck,” He whispered as you sank as far down as you could.

Never could you have taken all of him into your throat but you tried. For the sounds he made, you always tried. Reaching into his pants, you pulled his balls free. Rolling them in your hand, you backed up again.

“No, baby-” Vox whimpered as you kissed his head again. “Please,”

Reaching down your body, you ran your fingers over your silk covered slit as you sank down again. Faster and faster, you bobbed along his length. The sounds he made drove you on.

“Please,” He repeated the word and your name as he grew more desperate.

It was music to your ears. This is how you liked him, powerful and folding to you. You could taste his power on your tongue, static electricity dancing over his skin as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth again and again.

You spread you knees, slipping your hand under the waistband of your silk panties, stuck tightly to your skin by your fluids. His pleasure was your goal. His pleasure was your job but you were not above indulging in your own as you moaned around him.

He begged as he watched your hand pleasure yourself under the shiny blue silk. You clenched around your fingers as you dipped inside, feeling just how excited you were to be partially undressed and on your knees in Vox’s office.

You moaned around him as you ran your fingers over your clit expertly. You knew exactly how to touch yourself.

“Please, Babydoll,” Vox’s hips thrust forward, jabbing the head of his cock so far down your throat that you gagged on him. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Now was when the dance would change. Vox could only give up power for so long. He would only be weak to you for so long.

“I’m close,” His hand ran through your hair, pulling stands away from your face and fisting again in the back. “Doll, can I?”

Though he asked, you both knew he wasn’t really asking. Still, you moaned in approval as the coil in your core pulled tighter and tighter. Your practiced fingers paired with his moans and the way he looked at you brought you to the edge of your own orgasm.

As your orgasm washed over you, you moaned deeply around him. That was the last thing he needed for his cock to begin twitching. You hardly had a chance to breath as his fist at the back of your head drove your head up and down his cock. His hips matched his pace.

You could do nothing but hold onto his thigh as you rode out your high. He used your throat to chase his high until he pushed you down hard on his cock, your nose grazing the soft skin above his cock as his cum exploded down your throat.

He thrust lazily as he rode out his high, spilling his seed on your tongue as you struggled to swallow it down. It wasn’t an offensive taste, salty and tasting like plasma. It was your turn to be greedy as you softly sucked his tip and licked his shaft clean, not wanting to waste a drop.

When the overstimulation got to him, Vox pushed you away harshly. You fell in a heap under his desk, clothes and hair a mess but satisfied smile on your face as you looked up at his blue screen.

You couldn’t read it from where you sat but you knew what those little white words along the bottom of the screen read.

Vox had overheated and an error message proclaimed that your mouth was too good while he sat still, chest rising and falling in deep breaths you never understood how he took in that state, without a mouth on the screen.

You may not have territory or the power to take lives. You may not be independently wealthy but you were far from powerless.

You had the power to short circuit the reigning king of the technological sector of Pentagram City.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #vox smut #Hazbin vox x you #hazbin hotel vox x you #hazbin vox smut #hazbin hotel vox smut

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butmakeitgayblog · 10 months

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I hadn't thought about a CI smut scene for this pic until I saw it in your tags. Now I can totally see CI size queen Lexa getting railed by Clarke holding up that left leg. So, thanks for that mental image.

Bby that was the first thing that popped into my mind

Lexa texting all morning about how half the office has been running around like chickens with their heads cut off. She's had to fix one crisis after the next due to nothing more than people's incompetence, had to fire three people who work directly with her so now she and her team are stuck with their shit all on top of her normal schedule, and she's just fucking done. Clarke can read it in every clipped message that her baby is exhausted and at her breaking point and it's not even lunch.

She decides that what Lexa needs is a little Me Time during her break. She decides that what she needs is to shut that big beautiful brain off for just a little bit. Clear out the noise to get her head back in the game.

So it's not exactly surprising when she hears her wife's annoyed sigh over the speaker when her secretary buzzes through that she has "a visitor." Is not surprising when Lexa doesn't even lift her head to see who is calling at such an inconvenient time, instead keeping her eyes on her work as she absently points to the chair across from her with her pen and tells them to take a seat. But at the first sound of Clarke's voice smoothing out an amused, "Ah, Lex. You look stressed," that head whips up and oh, it was worth braving midday downtown traffic just to see all the warring emotions flash across that pretty face.

Shock that she's the apparent visitor.

Contrition for having spoken to her so dismissively.

Confusion as to why she's seeing her wife there at 12:27 on a Wednesday afternoon, and very keen on the cut of Clarke's perfectly tailored powersuit... considering it was most certainly not the blouse and pencil skirt she'd left for the gallery in that morning.

She'd popped home to grab her supplies and a quick change of clothes because, while she got off more on fucking her wife like this while wearing a skirt, she'd recognized that Lexa was in desperate need of the Big Guns today.

And there is just no hiding this particular monster under anything but slacks 🙄

But she's receptive when Clarke tells her that she seems entirely too tense. Rolls her eyes when Clarke delivers a few cheesy lines that belong more in a porno than actually flirting with her wife, and she knows Lexa will beat her ass a lovely shade of red for them later.

She makes up for it when she has Lexa undo her slack's button and zip for her. When she hums in approval as Lexa pushes them down to mid-thigh and cups the length through her boxers.

It's fun to make Lexa fish the toy out. Fun to watch her swallow at the sight when Clarke tells her to slick it up. She'd brought the peach flavored lube with her. Lexa's favorite for some ungodly reason. Because this was meant to be a gift after all.

She doesn't waste too much time on letting Lexa get everything ready. No matter how delicious it is to see those plump lips suckling kisses along the shaft and tip.

Instead she combs her fingers through the silk of perfectly straightened hair and tells Lexa to lean back. To grab the edge of the desk and stay quiet. To lift her hips and keep them lifted no matter how good it feels, because Lexa really doesn't want to find out what Clarke means by "Or else."

Unfortunately.

Her wife can really be a terrible listener sometimes.

Because when Clarke slips into her with a few slow passes, careful not to push the stretch too fast too soon, the first thing that little shit does is work to sink down on it, and lets her ass drop right to the desk with a thump.

It honestly feels like Christmas.

Because then Clarke has every excuse to grab her hips and roughly pull them back up. To grab her knee and lift it till that mile long leg is hooked over her shoulder. And Lexa looks so pretty just like this. Stretched open and dripping around her cock. The pink of her lips blushing hot as she ruts against every stroke of the navy blue shaft.

Clarke knows it's gotta be murder on her hip flexors and her back, but Lexa doesn't make a peep of complaint. She just bites her lips harder. Strains up on her tiptoes. Shakes her head when Clarke asks if she's had enough and wants to come.

#bosaunt #cruel intentions au #this got filthier than expected 🥴

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dcfanficsgallore · 7 months

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Didn't Plan for This: Chapter 2

Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader

No warnings! Just a completely normal date, trust me ;)

agápi mou = My darling in greek

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Chapter 1

Summary: Your date with Diana goes well... Until!

To say that I was antsy to get my cast off wouldn’t be a lie but also it wouldn’t be the full truth. After she left my room it wouldn’t be for another two days before I was told that my foot was healing much faster than normal. That’s to be expected, I’m a demigod, but getting into that with the doctors would take too much time, so I just nodded and waited for them to give me the all clear to leave.

After leaving the hospital, Ana took me to my place so I could rest, shower, eat real food and wait for her text. Which took longer than I expected (A full day!). I got a text from an unsaved number asking if I was okay so we could have a date, at least that’s what I understood. It was actually written:

- I trust you’re safe. I have seen someone else in your hospital window so am I to assume you’re okay and not dead? -Diana

I chuckled while reading it, it felt like she was trying so hard not to write a letter but texting is clearly something she’s not super used to, I responded that yes I was alive and that I appreciated her text, after a bit of back and forth where she took her time writing her Hymns. We eventually settled on a date and time, you can Imagine my completely cool face and simple smile as she told me the details and not at all my embarrassing kiddie giggles as this interaction happened.

As the day approached, friday so I could go and not worry my job the day after, I tried to keep myself busy with all the reports and managing the damages the earthquake had brought upon the poor building I work at, thankfully the slides actually managed to hold most of the building up so the cleanup was easy and the fixes that were absolutely needed were made without the threat of the a bunch of rock falling on top of the workers.

- The boss wants to see you - Ana said knocking on my door, which is weird, she’s the front desk secretary. What was she doing in my office on the second floor?

I looked at my watch, two hours until I could go home, time was going too slow. Unfortunately that gave me plenty of time to see my boss.

- Alright I’ll be right over, thanks Ana. - I sigh giving her a smile

- Actually he wants to see us both, right now - She said, her face not showing much but I knew she was just as confused as me as to the why of the meeting.

- Maybe he wants to talk about the earthquake. Maybe he’ll make you my assistant seeing as you were also helping people - I say hopeful

- Maybe he’ll make YOU my assistant, for installing floaties on his building! - She smirked

- Safety slides! - I corrected her, lightly smacking her on the arm as we made our way to his office - And he knew what they were, maybe not what they looked like, but he knew!

As we walked I couldn’t help but wonder back to that night in my hospital and the way Wonder Wom- Diana… Diana sat beside me and we just talked, she praised me like I was an equal and asked ME for my number. And then she set up a date. I kept thinking of ways I could impress her, making plans and imagining every possible conversation in my mind. Maybe I should bring her flowers? Or sword polish? Maybe she’s more of a chocolate kinda girl? Everyone like chocolate ri-

- We’re here - Ana said as she put a hand on my shoulder before I was able to open my boss’s door with my nose

- Great! - I say trying to push Wonder Woman thoughts away and putting on my work face - What are you waiting for? - I say to my friend as if I didn’t just almost run into the big boss door.

As we go in I see that the quake hasn’t done much to change my boss’s absolutely hideous sense of decor, his “newton’s cradle” that keeps hitting itself perpetually is still there and is still as annoying as always, his poster with a robot in a suit saying with a little speech bubble: “A good workplace is like a well oiled machine” didn’t get turned into dust during the incident. The whole vibe of the small office on the top floor was still the same, though I did feel like it was all leaning to the left a little too much.

My boss, Mr. Vamp - if that sounds a bit too much like a certain monster to you, don’t you’re not alone and Mr. Vamp already beat you to the joke - Is actually quite the nice man, other than his terrible decoration choice, he always knew what to do for the company to flourish and never thought of himself as above us, though if I’m being honest his demeanor probably stands from the fact that his father owned the company before he did and he was raised to take this position so he most likely grew up in this place. Learning what everyone did so he could always make the best judgment call. Terrible sense of humor though, as all CEOs have. Maybe the robot was a joke? If it was, I did not get it.

- Sir, you wanted to see us? - I said. Sitting in one the chairs in front of him, Ana taking the other one

He looked at me with his brown eyes and bushy eyebrows with almost an expectation, then said:

- Yes Ms. Y/L/N, and Ms. Blönd. I wanted to see you both. - He said leaning back on his leather chair that looked to be recently cleaned, good for him. - I wanted to talk to you both about the incident that happened a few days ago…

After the meeting I felt as if I was going to explode with excitement, both from the topic that we just discussed and also because it was my time to leave!

I said a quick goodbye to my friend and went promptly home. Getting there I texted Diana to see if our plans were still up, and getting back a yes and that she would come over to pick me up in thirty minutes. Thirty minutes was plenty of time to take a shower, pick an outfit, have a little stress snack and get my mind rolling on possible conversation topics. The one thing I didn’t know was what we were doing! Diana had just said to wear comfortable clothes. But I didn’t know if we were going somewhere fancy or not so I settled on long pants, a nice enough jacket and a black and yellow t-shirt. Now all I had to do was wait…

Half an hour until 18:00, I check my phone and see she’s sent a message:

- Wait on the roof - Diana

I think she’ll do a surprise but still, you never know so I pack a little bag with a few things to my mind at ease, also grabbing the little gift I bought for her.

It’s now 18:30 and I think I can see her silhouette, coming towards the roof? Or maybe a night pigeon? No, it’s getting bigger? I think that is her! Yes! It’s her! I start to jump up and down while waving at her. When she lands next to me I have to take a deep breath, she’ll always impress me with her height.

- You came! - I said

- I remember saying I would come. - She said with a smile before pulling me into a hug, I blushed so much from that gesture - I hope I didn’t leave you waiting for long? - She set me down before taking a step back and smiling.

- Not at all, it’s a big city and I imagine you stopped to help citizens along the way - I say with a smile, I would’ve waited until midnight but I don’t tell her that

- You wouldn’t believe how many people get in trouble when you have somewhere to be! - She sounded exasperated but chuckled - I am sorry I was late and hope I can make it up to you. - She said, reaching for my hands and holding them under her own.

- Well, that's what I get for going on a date with a superhero so good she’ll help everyone that needs her - I say trying to ease her worries - But I’m curious as to what you have planned for us Diana.

She beams at me, it’s beautiful. Her sapphire eyes glitter when she’s reminded of her purpose here. I just now notice that her black hair seems perfect even though she just flew across the city to meet me and her tiara is shining as it reflects the setting sun.

- Oh you’ll love it. I talked to some of my sisters that met other children of Athena and what I have planned will amaze you. - She says matter of factly like it was obvious or premeditated. That struck as a little cocky from her part so I decided to poke at it for a bit.

- You sound so sure, what makes you think I’m like the others? - I say with a little smirk and it seems to take her off guard.

Her eyes narrow at me and she shoots an eyebrow up before smiling and saying.

- I guess you’ll be disappointed by the field trip then. - She says, gauging my reaction, which consists basically of my eyes widening and my mouth opening to ask her a barrage of questions, but before I can she puts my hands around her neck and whispers to me - Ready to fly?

I nod furiously before the ground leaves my feet and I find myself being lifted up into the air, it’s an amazing experience. The wind in my face, Diana’s hands on my hips securing me to her body, the way the city’s lights turning on dance flicker through my eyes. But before I can get used to it all, we begin to descend and I find us in front of a broken down phone booth.

- Which of my siblings did you talk to, exactly? - I look at her confused and she laughs out loud.

- No no, this isn’t the place, this is a shortcut. - she says, opening the door and walking in. She then says something that I assume is code. - Wonder Woman, 03, location, 37.9838° N, 23.7275° E.

- That’s in Europe - I whisper, remembering some maps I had read of the world.

- Plus Y/N, 03-B. - She adds winking at me and the phone booth speaks

- Location locked, access granted, Diana Prince and Y/N - It says before the inside starts to glow and Diana pulls me inside, the phone booth isn’t super big so the only place I can comfortably sit is her lap, which makes me blush, like, a lot!

I closed my eyes as the inside glows brighter and brighter until suddenly it stopped and I found myself still on Diana’s lap, still blushing but being able to hear the faint sounds of New York anymore. I quickly get off of her and open the door to see that I’m not in New York anymore, I’m in…

- Athens - Diana completes my thought like she can read my mind - Well, the center of it, not nearly as pretty as it was in its heyday.

- H-how, How on earth did we… - I can’t think of words to say, my mind is racing through different ways that phone booth, no, wait. It’s not a phone booth, it’s a creaky door to an unsuspecting building. Must be the way the Justice League disguise their teleporters - So that must be alien technology, can’t be kryptonian since it’s in English, but it also can’t be martian because if it was we would have teles to Mars already - I start rambling theories before Diana puts a hand on my shoulder.

- You really can’t stop thinking can you? - she smiles - How about we go have our date. Then you can go back to your theories? - she suggests

- Y-yeah. W-where are going, are we flying again? - I pick up my thoughts and manage to ask her.

She gives me her gorgeous smile and says

- We can, agápi mou. - She said in Greek. Which I know some, I wanted to learn after I found out about my heritage but the crappy lessons I took never taught me this word but the way she said it gave me fuzzy feelings inside.

I put my arms around her again and we started to soar through the beautiful landscape before landing on a secluded little hill. It overlooked most of the city, the lights were mostly off, the moon was off-center in the sky so it was probably 01:00 in the morning. The time seemed perfect to see the stars, and all the constellations of my ancestors and all the ancient stories.

Another thing that I noticed was the little checkered blanket and large picnic basket beneath a tree on the top of this hill. I gasped out loud and said

- Oh my gods, a picnic under the stars in one of the most historically charged cities in the world? You really know how to get inside my little owlet heart. - I said hugging her

- I wanted to make a good impression, and I’m glad it was your heart that I got inside because your mind seems like a tougher place to get in.

If only she knew

- Don’t worry Di, you’re off to a very good start. - I said as she started pulling me under the tree to sit down

- I am glad. - She said with a genuine smile, it was more reserved than her other smiles but showed just as much, if not more, emotion. - What would you like? - She slid the basket in between us and threw it open revealing a whole bunch of food. She clearly wanted to make sure we had a good selection of sandwiches, fruits, juices, and all that kind of delicious things.

- Oh that, that and that. - I pointed to a couple of items and she put them in a little plate for me before making one for herself.

The dinner was pretty silent, but a comfortable silence that didn’t make me feel like I needed to talk.

After we were done we started stargazing, I showed her my favorite constellations. She told me of the stories of the ones she liked. Then I told her the myths attached to mine and laughed at weird hymns and poems that the ancients wrote.

When the laughter and conversation started to die down Diana got up and offered me her hand.

- Come on, we have one more stop.

- I hope it’s as fun as this stop - I smiled and took her hand before wrapping myself around her, I could get used to this, and we took off.

It didn’t take long until we got to this next stop, which left me grasping for words, this woman loves doing that to me doesn’t she? We were on top of the Parthenon, one of the most famous monuments in the world and a direct tribute to my mom.

- Holy shit. - Was all I could say, as my mind was flooded with the image of the huge building and the people below us, not many but still enough to look like ants going inside and out - Diana, you are amazing. - I managed to gasp out.

She looked pleased with herself but before she could say something she got a frown on her face, only then I noticed the ear piece she was wearing. She touched it and made an angry face, before softening when looking at me.

- I am sorry Y/N, but it seems that the culprit of the earthquakes is still loose, but we think we got them. I am going to have to go and make sure they get arrested. - She said a little sadly, but I couldn’t help but think:

- Take me with you! - I said out loud, noticing this could be my chance to really impress her and the rest of the superheroes - I’ve been researching the best way to negate, what I assume is, the vibration maker that screwed up my city and I think I came up with a solution. - But before I can go on she stops me.

- No agápi mou, I can’t let you come with me. It’s too dangerous for someone like you - Now it was my turn to cut her off.

- Someone like me? I’m just as much a demigod as you! I’m not exactly a vulnerable mortal here, I broke my leg not even a week ago and now I’m walking around in Greece. If you think you’ll have to protect me? I can assure you I’m trained with hand to hand and knives. My job as Chief of Security had me learn that to be able to defend myself. - I said a little mad, but also kinda feeling fuzzy over her trying to protect me, as I finished my speech I looked into her eyes with my best determined look. That was the most time I’ve ever spent looking into someone’s eyes and I’m so glad it was her beautiful dark blue eyes.

Eventually she relented and said:

- Fine. But you stay as far away from the dangerous parts as possible - She reached on the back her suit and pulled a beautiful silver dagger with ancient greek inscriptions along it and a leather strapped handle - And you will use this if you get attacked, it’s enchanted as to not be dulled or break.

I took the dagger along with its sheath and strapped it to my belt, not too heavy, not too light.

- Thanks for trusting me Di, now. Where did you say we were going? - I asked expectantly. I did not expect Diana to turn to me with a smile and say.

- Well, New York of course. They wouldn’t want to stay far from home now would they? - She before picking me up and flying us to the rundown building, completely forgoing our bags. But I had the feeling that they were safe.

She opened the door and said the same string of commands just changing the coordinates to New York then pulling me onto her lap. I think she was also enjoying making me a blushing mess in front of her, I can just hope I don’t come off like this to her friends.

The room started to glow and I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, saying a quiet prayer for my mom and preparing myself for a battle.

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Chapter 3

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At His Service

Chapter 6

Summary: Violet Langdon applies for a assistant/secretary job to a highly known CEO James Barnes. He's rich, tall, handsome and intimidating. To everyone, he's a wealthy man who will sleep with anyone that catches his eye. But when he takes a liking to Violet, she uncovers a darker and dominant side to him she never heard of and enters a new world.

Warnings: BDSM, Bondage, Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Punishment, Sex, Degradation, Corporal Punishment, Power Play, Slave/Master, Rules, Control

The office was quiet this morning as Violet walked down to the hall to her desk. Anne wasn’t here yet and neither was James, but Violet remembered that she mentioned he might turn up after her or before. Violet was slightly grateful that she was here first as it gave her a chance to get set up and ready for him. It was clear James liked a secretary who was organised and one step ahead of him which Violet was striving to be. At her old position, her boss was so laid back and chill that he didn’t much care for someone to be ahead of him all the time. But James was different. He had this intimidation about him that made Violet nervous and not want to make any mistakes.

Today she dressed in a black skirt and white blouse, high to her neck with long sleeves and cuffs. Her hair was slightly wavy at the ends and silky smooth, the leave in conditioner adding a shine to it under the lights. Her black flats finished off her look. She reached her desk and dumped her bag down, pulling off her long coat which actually belonged to Shelly. She let her borrow it as it looked like the kind of coat a secretary would wear. Those were Shelly’s words. She hung her coat on the coat rack, smoothing out her skirt and blouse before a soft voice made her jump and squeal at the top of her voice.

“Good morning” his voice was a little groggy as if he had just woken up and Violet turned to see James standing behind her. She hadn’t even heard him come up behind her. He was as silent as a mouse. He was dressed impeccably in a suit of all black including the tie and his hair combed back neatly, fluffy, and shiny. His bright blue eyes were shining like sapphires and his lips a dusty pink. His black trench coat fitted over him tightly and reached down to his legs. How could a man look so hot.

Violet swallowed hard and placed a hand on her beating heart that felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

“Morning… you scared me” breathed, smiling at the end and James smirked a little, shuffling on his feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean. Normally I get in earlier, but the traffic was bad this morning” he said with a smile at the end, his eyes slightly creasing, and Violet nodded.

“Yeah, I just about made it as well” she said.

“So, I didn’t scare you off then” he said, and Violet blinked for a moment, wondering what he meant until she realised, he was talking about the secretary position. She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“Oh, no you didn’t, I wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be” she admitted, and James smiled. Although she wasn’t quite sure what to make of James himself. He was hard to read, and his dominance and intimidation was something she hadn’t experienced before.

“Good, well why don’t we go into my office, and we can go over today, I have a meeting at nine that you’ll need to attend” he said softly, nodding over to his office and Violet nodded, biting her dry lower lip as she followed him. He walked with a swagger, pushing the door open gracefully and sauntering over to his desk.

“Did you pick up my coffee?” he called as he set his bag on the floor and began to hang his coat up. Violet stopped in the middle of the office, her face turning blank and the colour draining.

‘FUCK!’

She had completely forgot about making him his morning coffee, a duty she was to complete every morning. She knew how he took it, black with one sugar. She instantly wanted to kick herself and rewind time to go and make it, but she knew she had to come clean. There was no point in making an excuse, that would only make things worse. Her stomach tightened and turned into a tight ball, her heart thudding against her chest again.

“I’m sorry Sir, I completely forgot” she squeaked, clenching her hands in front of her and James turned to her, eyes slightly wide and eyebrows raised. He didn’t look angry or pissed which she was grateful off.

“I promise I won’t forget again, I’m really sorry, - “before she could ramble on anymore, James held his hand up to cease her, smiling gently and shaking his head.

“It’s fine, just remember tomorrow” he brushed it away and Violet swallowed hard again. he gestured her to sit down in the seat opposite his desk and she shuffled over, sitting rather tense in the chair and her eyes boldly on him. This coffee mishap was going to consume her all day and she knew she needed to focus. As long as she didn’t forget tomorrow, and he didn’t seem that bothered.

“Now we have a meeting at nine with a company looking to invest with us, they are a small business from Queens. The meeting will be held in conference room two, so I need you to set up the table with water, notebooks, pens etc. When they arrive show them to the room and they can set up their presentation and during the meeting I’ll need you to take notes, everything important about their business, what they are looking for, things like that” he explained and Violet nodded, jotting it down in her own notebook.

“After the meeting, I usually get my secretary to write up everything and send me a report to go over to decide if I want to invest in them and we’ll go from there” he said.

“Yes Sir” she said softly, and James breathed deeply, licking his bottom lip.

“Is there anything else on my schedule today?” he asked, leaning on the desk, folding one ankle over the other and Violet quickly averted her eyes as a tingle came up through her body. How does him standing like that make him look so hot. She couldn’t look at him for another second or her panties would be soaked. She quickly flicked through the schedule and noted there was a phone call in the afternoon.

“You have a phone call this afternoon with P&T at two and nothing else for the rest of the morning” she said, finally looking up at James. When she glanced up, she noticed he was staring right at her, his bottom lip caught in his teeth and he popped it out slowly, making heat rise in Violet and she squirmed in the chair.

“Keep my day quiet, if anyone calls, book it for tomorrow” he wanted a chill day today.

“Yes Mr Barnes” Violet stood and turned to leave to begin setting up to conference room. She only made it a few steps before James called her back.

“Violet” she stopped suddenly and spun around, her shoes squeaking on the floor.

“Yes Sir?” she asked curiously and watched as he pushed himself off the desk, walking around and reaching underneath. He pulled out a black box, matte with a satin ribbon tied around it. The box was big in his hands, and he padded over, his shiny black shoes clicking on the ground as he neared her and held the box out to her.

“Put these on” he ordered gently, and Violet slowly took the box, wondering what he meant. She quickly placed her book down, pulling the ribbon off the box and lifting the lid off gently. The tissue paper was black inside and she peeled it back, revealing a pair of stiletto heels, shiny black with red bottoms.

‘No these can’t be’.

The small label in the box read exactly what Violet thought they were. Christian Louboutin. Was she dreaming, she had to be. She glanced up at James with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted in surprise, and she struggled to get the words out.

“Sir I- “she stuttered. ‘Why would he give me a pair of Christian Louboutin’s, they cost thousands of dollars. But then, Violet peeped down to her flats and wondered if they were the reason for the heels.

“They should be the right size” he pointed out, standing tall with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Is there something wrong with these?” she squeaked, looking down to her feet and back to James who smirked.

“Well, I think you’d look better in these. We want to make a good impression don’t we. Besides, flats aren’t really my… style” he said in a sexy sort of way, his eye creasing and that tingle came back up, taking over her body and Violet felt her cheeks flush. Of course, they weren’t his style. He was all Dior and Prada, and she was Ann Taylor and Macy’s.

“Go ahead” she couldn’t disobey him, so she slipped back onto the seat and flicked off her flats, her pink painted toes on show for James who clenched his hands in his pockets. She delicately took one of the heels out of the tissue paper and slipped it on. It was the perfect size. She wasn’t used to wearing heels and they instantly squished her toes together. She placed the other one on and instantly her legs looked longer and slimmer, her skin glowing under the light. She stood up slowly, carefully not to fall and James grinned.

“They look perfect” he complimented, and Violet agreed. They did look nice on her, but they weren’t as comfortable as her flats.

“Thank you, Sir,”.

“You’re welcome” he said in a husky voice and Violet breathed deeply, trying to suppress the tingles leading up her legs. She turned to venture out the office, slowly walking to not trip, the heels clicking on the floor, and she made it to her desk, instantly throwing herself on the chair and taking the deepest breath like her life depended on it.

This man was going to be the death of her.

Hey sorry for the long wait in update, I hope you like this chapter, sorry it's a bit short, the next one will be longer, let me know what you think in the comments

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Top Gun - Baby Mav Chapter 1: Old Faces, Same Anger

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Maverick walked into the run-down diner, his entire suit smoking. The second he walked in the door, everyone looked at him. He walked up to the counter, unable to speak. With a shaking hand, he reached forward and pointed at the glass of water on the waitress's tray. To Maverick's surprise, she handed it to him. He graciously took it and downed the entire thing with everyone watching him.

"Thank you," he whispered once he had finished. He cleared his throat, trying to fix his voice. "Where am I?"

"Earth." A little boy sitting nearby said.

"Is there someone we can call. . . Should call?"

Thanks to the waitress, Maverick was able to call Hondo. They instantly sent a helicopter and escorted him back to base.

"This should be interesting," he mumbled as he got out of the helicopter after it landed.

"Admiral Cain would like to see you," one of the two security guards said as they approached him.

"He'd be crazy if he didn't want to," Maverick mumbled as he followed them through the ship.

The guards stopped outside an office. The second he walked in, he saw Admiral Cain behind the desk, glaring at a file in front of him. He didn't have to guess to figure out whose file it was being analyzed.

"Maverick," he said through his teeth.

"Yep," Maverick confirmed in his mind but definitely not out loud. His file.

"Thirty-plus years of service. Combat medals. Citations. Only man to shoot down three enemy planes in the last 40 years. Until, the F-18-20 flight three years ago. But you knew that, of course. Distinguished. Distinguished. Distinguished. Yet you can't get a promotion, you won't retire, and despite your best efforts, you refuse to die."

"I can't leave my girl, sir," Maverick said.

"You should be at least a two-star admiral by not, if not a senator," Admiral Cain continued without being phased by Maverick's mumbling interruption. "Yet here you are: Captain. Why is that?"

"It's one of life's mysteries, sir."

"This isn't a joke," Cain said instantly. "I asked you a question."

"I'm where I belong, sir."

"Well, the Navy doesn't see it that way," Cain sighed. "Not anymore. These planes you've been testing, Captain, one day, sooner than later, they won't need pilots at all. Pilots that need to sleep, eat, take a piss. Pilots that disobey orders. All you did was buy some time for those men out there. The future is coming, and you're not in it."

Maverick looked away, biting back his anger. "Escort this man off the base," Admiral Cain continued. "Take him to his quarters. Wait with him while he packs his gear. I want him on the road to North Island within the hour."

It took Maverick a minute to realize what Admiral Cain had ordered.

"North Island, sir?"

"Call came in with impeccable timing," Cain began to explain, "right as I was driving here to ground your ass once and for all. It galls me to say it but. . . for reasons known only to the Almighty and your guardian angel, you've been called back to TOPGUN."

"Sir?"

"You are dismissed, Captain," he interrupted Maverick.

The news still hadn't sunk in, but he was dismissed, so he started leaving. He was barely to the door when Cain spoke up again.

"The end is inevitable, Maverick. Your kind is headed for extinction."

Maverick couldn't help himself. He paused at the door and slowly turned toward his superior.

"Maybe so, sir," he responded. "But not today."

* * * * *

After the Mach 10 test, Maverick was surprised he was given another assignment and not fired. Maverick walked into the old TOPGUN Pacific Fleet Naval Air Force Base glad to be back. He stopped in the hallway when he came across and old photo of him and Iceman. Memories from his time in the program hit him like a jet stream.

"They're waiting for you in the conference room," said the secretary. "You can go right in."

"Thank you," Maverick nodded kindly to her. He walked in, not recognizing one of the two men sitting at the head of the table.

"Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell," one began as he looked Maverick over. "Your reputation precedes you."

"Thank you, sir."

"Wasn't a compliment," the admiral said simply. "I'm Admiral Beau Simpson. I'm the Air Boss. I believe you know Admiral Bates."

"Warlock, sir," Maverick corrected him with a smile. Bates sent him a disapproving glare. "Must admit. I wasn't expecting an invitation back."

"They're called orders, Maverick," Bates replied. "You two have something in common. Cyclone here was first in his class back in '88."

"Actually, sir, I finished second," Maverick corrected again. "Just want to manage expectations."

Maverick was smiling but Bates sighed.

"The target," Simpson continued, "is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. The uranium produced there represents a direct threat to our allies in the region. The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out before it becomes fully operational. The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of this valley. Said valley is GPS-jammed and defended by an extensive surface-to-air missile array serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters, which in turn are backed up by a plentiful reserve of surplus aircraft. Even a few old F-14s."

"Seems like we're not the only ones holding on to old relics," Bates tried and failed to hide his smirk.

"What's your read, Captain?" Simpson asked.

"Well, sir, normally this would be a cakewalk for the F-35's stealth, but the GPS-jamming negates that. And a surface-to-air threat necessitates a low-level laser-guided strike tailor-made for the F-18. I figure, two precision bombs, minimum. Makes it four aircraft, flying in pairs. That is one hell of a steep climb out there, exposing you to all the surface-to-air missiles. You survive that, it's a dogfight all the way home."

"All requirements for which you have real-world experience," Bates noted.

"Not in the same mission, sir," Maverick admitted. "No. No, someone's not coming back from this."

"Can it be done or not?" Bates asked.

"How soon before the plant becomes operational?" Maverick asked.

"Three weeks," Simpson answered. "Maybe less."

"Well, it's been a while since I've flown an F-18, and. . . I'm not sure who I'd trust to fly the other three. But I'll find a way to make it work."

Bates and Solomon shared a look. "I think you misunderstand, Captain," Bates sighed.

"Sir?"

"We don't want you to fly it," Simpson said, not even trying to sound gentle. "We want you to teach it."

"Teach, sir?"

"We've recalled 12 TOPGUN graduates from their squadrons. We want you to narrow that pool down to six. They'll fly the mission."

It felt like someone had kicked his heart when he saw Rooster's picture on the screen.

"Is there a problem, Captain?" Simpson asked, trying to sound oblivious.

"You know there is, sir," Maverick said softly.

"Yeah," Simpson sighed. "Bradley Bradshaw, aka "Rooster". I understand you used to fly with his old man. What was his call sign?"

"Goose, sir."

"Tragic what happened," Simpson said.

"Captain Mitchell was cleared of any wrongdoing," Bates said instantly. "Goose's death was an accident."

"Is that how you see it, Captain?" Simpson asked. "Is that how Goose's son sees it?"

Maverick took a slow, calming breath as he turned fully toward Simpson. "With all due respect, sir, I'm not a teacher," he said.

"You were a TOPGUN instructor before," Simpson said like it shouldn't be a problem.

"That was almost 6 years ago," Maverick said emotionless. "I lasted two months."

"Yes," Simpson sighed. "Until the F-18-20 flight. Tell me, how is the only surviving pilot of that mission? Does she still talk to you?"

"Yes," Maverick said instantly, "she does. But as I was saying, it's not where I belong."

"Then let me be perfectly blunt," Simpson said. "You were not my first choice. In fact, you weren't even on my list. You are here at the request of Admiral Kazansky. Now, Iceman happens to be a man I deeply admire, and he seems to think that you have something left to offer the Navy. What that is, I can't imagine. You don't have to take this job. But let me be clear: This will be your last post, Captain. You fly for TOPGUN or you don't fly for the Navy ever again."

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Knight Industries had a lot of employees.

Love has many names, many forms, and many many different businesses. Knight Industries was asked to focus on the sexual part of love.

Naya was barely a sub goddess compared to her boss Allpa. Allpa was in charge of all of the forms of love but Naya was going to be given a promotion.

Allpa's secretary was gorgeous. A human woman who was touched by divinity and she wore heels and all pink even as she typed away not talking to Naya.

Naya had long curly hair and a oversized soft sweater. She was human before but she did so much good work in the lust divisions that she was promoted to demi-goddess.

Finally Allpa's previous appointment left the room. A smiling woman with ease and no worries on her mind. The former boss of Knight Industries.

She was once a powerful intimidating woman with very large breasts who would look past her breasts and look down on anyone else around her. Even other gods. Naya remembered all the meetings that were held on the top floor of the sky scraper and yet her former boss looked down on her still much larger than the building even sitting down.

Now the woman before her was giggly and practically forgot everything.

"You're pretty." Naya's former boss said.

"Can you fuck me?" The now human woman said and Naya smiled.

"Sure just write down your phone number." Naya said as she got up. The woman kept crossing her eyes as she tried to remember her own phone number to write down not even noticing that her potential date left.

Allpa's office was gorgeous. The view of the city was phenomenal and so high up you could see the curvature of Ixchel and the sunset captured the light beautifully even though it was actually noon.

Allpa didn't bother with a normal desk she reclined in a massive hot tub full of bubbles and pink glittery soaps. Allpa was small for a Prime Deity only 7 feet tall but her eyes were gorgeous, her curves were phenomenal and her breasts were massive even for her size. A tattoo of the planets lined up below her breasts.

"Welcome Naya I believe you know why I called you here?" Allpa asked and Naya nodded preparing to remove her resume below Allpa lifted her finger.

"We don't do that here. I want you to join me in this pool. Take your clothes off and join me so we can chat." She said as Naya blushed before she pulled off her clothes and she entered the tub. Her feet barely reached the bottom as she made her way to Allpa.

So Allpa wrapped her arms around Naya. Her fingers gently pet through her employee's hair and she gently dragged Naya close resting her head against her breast.

The demi-goddesses head was smaller than Allpa's breast and her nipple pressed against Naya's lips. Naya couldn't help but kiss and lick the nipple as Allpa spoke.

"So the previous boss of Knight Industries was less than a good boss. She was laundering more than a little bit and she was keeping too many feelings locked away. So I need someone who is... passionate." She said petting Naya and smiling down at the woman with a near empty head and a full heart.

"So I hear that you have done a lot of good work and you have done good work with libido and lust. So I think you're ready for a full promotion to a goddess. What do you think?" Allpa asked while Naya moaned softly her head full of last, touch, and warmth.

"Think?" She giggled her thoughts pretty much empty.

"Oh right. That's a bit of my presence but you're mind will clear soon enough with your promotion. Although I do prefer it this way. It keeps stress and anxiety away and it keeps conversations more interesting." Allpa said as Naya rubbed her legs together enjoying the warmth and horniness between her legs.

"You should have seen Koka's begging. She wanted to hold her title and I cleared it all away. And with it her ambition, power, and desire for power. Turns out underneath it all she was just horny. She left a lot happier than how she arrived." Allpa said as Naya spoke.

"Horny." She moaned caressing Allpa's breasts. Allpa let out a small moan and she kissed the top of Naya’s head.

"Good girl. Now rest on my breasts, listen to my heartbeat, and when you awaken you'll be a goddess. But as you're going through it all you'll forget everything before, and you'll empty your mind of all thoughts and anxieties." Allpa said as Naya rested her head in her boss's cleavage.

Her mind relaxed further than she knew she could know, she only felt warmth and soft touches. In her dream state Naya felt like she was lying on a soft bed.

She felt Allpa's kisses down her neck and body. Tingles filling up her body as Allpa's mouth made it lower. Naya wanted to ask for more but all she could remember was how to moan as Allpa massaged Naya's breasts and her tongue filled her with pleasure.

Orgasm after orgasm filled her body and with it knowledge on how to be a goddess. Her power and wisdom grew and in time she awoke from her dreams of being Allpa's lover to waking up in the hot tub still embraced by Allpa.

"Good girl you handled it all well." Allpa said as Naya nodded tired and wanting to sleep.

"Thank you goddess." She cooed as she started to drift off in the goddesses breasts.

"Plus you taste sweet." Allpa cooed to the sleeping neophyte goddess.

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@stingslikeabee // a plotted starter (secretary)

a secretary; well, it was good of the old man to give him some reprieve when he’d been barely getting by as of late. ever since the immense fuck-up of SOLDIER - he’d not only been managing his own sector but theirs, too. it felt as though every aspect of shinra’s defence department was no longer spread about but was instead sitting not-so-comfortably neath his wing. first the military, then the turks and now SOLDIER, too. what else would shinra have heidegger manage? the bloody space division? the science department?

he’s a loyal man. loyal enough to have said yes when the president had told him he’d be taking over. loyal enough to never question a thing (only to drink those questions back with the bitter swell of liquor). thankfully, edward had given him the assistance of a secretary - unfortunately, he’d had the last five of them quit. ‘aggressive boss’, ‘working overtime’, ‘unfriendly environment’ - childish reasons as to why they’d left and hell, even the president had scoffed alongside him at some of the reasons. maybe they were better off working for a weakling like reeve? heidegger would have only the best.

he looks down at the resume - the sixth interview today. the last five complete blow-outs. a woman named brenda who spoke with a thick accent and had said ‘i will ensure all of your work is done, mr heidegger sir’ - he’d seen someone like her in a movie once. the terminator, comes to mind. the other four had been a mixture of younglings (no older than his daughters) and gossip girls. could they handle the horrors that came with managing public safety? he sighs into his coffee, a sip to keep him awake before the sixth enters the room.

a woman - a little older than the other young ones but not at all actually old. her dark hair and bright eyes, a compliment to each other. the first thing heidegger would notice (perhaps not as a boss but as a man) is her looks. a breath of fresh air when compared to brenda and the other kids. he fails to smile, but he does greet her with a nod - waves an arm to show her where to sit ( a small chair opposite his desk, a desk laden with artifacts from photos of his daughters to medals of war ).

“melissa, jane- “ he glances down at the paper “drysdell” he muses “did i say that correctly?” the former-soldier doesn’t await a response, instead...he gets right to it. throat cleared with the rousing of a question.

“so, tell me about yourself, melissa-” his eyes are back on her. the dark honey of his iris’ a glisten against the somewhat dim-lighting of the room. his surroundings the sort that command respect - photographs on the wall of him in his early days; a soldier posing with a dead beast, a wounded man being given an award - a friendship with the president told through a series of photographs. everything from the furniture to the large window behind him screams from the top of the building to the bottom that his tastes are rich. “why would you like to work for me?”

#FEEL FREE TO LIKE skip ahead or play with time #we dont have to do a full interview scene sdlknglksd #ily tho and had to excorcise this demon #(closedthread)

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prongsprincessworld · 2 years

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Just Like Your Father

“Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw” x Lucy (Diamond) Mitchell”

warnings: bad writing, probably grammatical errors, (i honestly don’t know how a lot of the navy stuff works, but she slays anyways), i’m a growing writer, take it easy on me yall

She was just like her father, plain and simple. The same cocky attitude that came with the same amazing flying skills.

Though she loved her father she hated that they shared the same last name. Maverick’s last name had affected his daughter more than he would ever know.

The name Mitchell had come with more cons than pros that one would think. Admirals would deny requests of Diamond to fly certain missions because they thought she would be just as reckless as her father. And it had always been that way. Her first day at training had just been filled with comments from her fellow pilots and basically anyone who had the balls to mention anything distasteful about her last name. And it didn’t help that she chose the male dominated career path, but she was going to change that.

But little did Maverick know his choices and actions from his TopGun career that were only meant to get him to the top of the food chain, would let his daughter fall the whole way down. And become prey, for anyone who could get their hands on her.

But she would take Mitchell over her birthing giver’s last name Blackwood any day.

“Pilots, today we will working on our team work up in the sky. I’ll explain further once you’re all geared up” everyone proceeded to stand up from their seats, Diamond included.

“Except for you Diamond, you will be grounded just incase anything were to happen” her current instructor says nonchalantly.

She stops in her tracks and scoffs lightly as the corners of her mouth slowly turn into a small smirk. She turns around to look at him “And why is that sir?”

Her instructor looks down at her as his mouth twists into a mocking smirk. “I think you know why Diamond” he taunts

She puts her hands behind her back politely “No I don’t really think I do sir” she smirks back at him.

The classic Mitchell smirk, it never gets old.

“Well-“ he started.

“Lieutenant Commander Mitchell?” her smirk grows as she holds eye contact with her instructor. Her rank rings in her ears as if the angels up above were singing it, it will never get old.

Her instructors smirk falls, she won. She looks away to see her admirals secretary “Yeah Dottie?”

Diamonds gives her a sweet smile “Lovely, I’ll be there in 5”, Dottie nods with a soft smile as she walks out.

Diamond looks back to her instructor and nods with satisfied smile “Sir”. She doesn’t let him say anything before she walks away and makes her way to her admirals office.

Walking through the hallway hearing her boots hit the floor, people talking, doing their jobs. But all she could think about was why would her admiral want to see her?

She has gotten in trouble for lots of things, like, having her small acrylic nails that had fun designs, her hair being in a braid when it should be in that uncomfortable tight bun that made her look like an egg, having more than one earring in both ears, wearing two necklaces. All little things that her instructor would catch and purposely get in her in trouble, just because he didn’t like her.

Which was fine, a lot of people didn’t like her, but whatever.

So she knocks on the door, “Diamond?” she opens it and closes it behind her.

She nods “Sir” and puts her hands behind her back.

“Diamond, I have some news for you” that made her worry slightly.

She nods “You’re leaving.” Her eyebrows scrunch together. “You’ve been selected to to got to TopGun”.

She smiles, “You’re fuc-“ she clears her throat. “I meant, when do I leave?” He doesn’t look up from his desk so she’s praying he didn’t notice.

“In about an hour” she nods, “Go pack and good luck Diamond” she smiled a little, “Sir” she reply’s before walking out of his office and closing the door behind her.

She does her happy dance which is honestly quite ridiculous, and whisper screams in joy. She hears someone clear their throat and sees one of the engineers walk by her, shaking his head. She stands up straight and smoothes her flight suit. She starts walking to go pack and can’t help but silently laugh at herself as she walks down the hallway.

Diamond had gotten packed and changed, and was now sitting in the plane that was going from her beloved Corpus Christie, the place she has called home since college, to San Diego, the place where all the memories will flood back.

She didn’t have to go to Texas for training, but she just needed a change, a change from San Diego, where she was born and raised. A change from the place that held so many memories. Some that she would like to leave in the past. But she wasn’t mad that she had moved to Texas, she had grown. Mentally, physically and emotionally. And she picked up a southern accent, which she adored.

But for the most part she moved to Texas to get away from someone.

That someone being Bradley Bradshaw, her childhood best friend, her brother even. But he had wanted her gone and far away from him, she he would never see her again, he said so himself.

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glitterypeanutmugnickel · 2 years

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Opinion What if Trump’s pile of papers is nothing more than a prop?

David Von Drehle, WaPo. Yes, Washington Post. Really.

Then-presidential candidate Donald Trump holds up a sheet of paper that blew off his podium during a campaign event at Hampshire Hills Athletic Club on Feb. 2, 2016, in Milford, Iowa. (Joe Raedle/Getty Images)

Some tall tales have been raised by former president Donald Trump and his apologists to explain the presence of classified government documents among Trump’s things at his Florida resort, Mar-a-Lago. The most plausible explanation comes from former White House press secretary Stephanie Grisham, who stopped apologizing for her old boss on the afternoon of Jan. 6, 2021.

Grisham noted that Trump simply has a thing for paper — heaps of it, the more jumbled, the better. He even hauled boxes of assorted materials with him when he traveled on Air Force One. “There was no rhyme or reason — it was classified documents on top of newspapers on top of papers people printed out of things they wanted him to read. The boxes were never organized,” Grisham told The Post. “He’d want to get work done on long trips so he’d just rummage through the boxes. That was our filing system.”

Anyone who has flown in Trump’s company can confirm Grisham’s account. When I interviewed candidate Trump in early 2016 aboard his private 757, the pile of disorganized paper on his desk made a striking contrast to the pristine white leather seats and gold-colored hardware. An even larger mess rode in the seat next to him — thousands of pages in all.

It was lunchtime when we took off from a little airport in Virginia to fly to his next rally. Many candidates relieve the monotony of the campaign trail by arranging deliveries of distinctive local fare to their chartered airplanes. But Trump is a picky eater who hates surprises, so he caters exclusively from well-known fast food chains. He was chewing on a lukewarm Chick-fil-A sandwich; a box of waffle fries balanced atop the paper mountain in front of him.

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As the plane lifted its nose into the air, gravity pulled at the paper, and — as Trump muttered an expletive and tried in vain to stop it — the heap spilled fries-first into his lap. Though the scene was worthy of Buster Keaton, I managed to stifle a laugh, and instead wondered why this man traveled with Fibber McGee’s closet in the first place.

(When Americans stop electing geriatric candidates, I’ll stop using metaphors from the 1940s.)

When he had managed to reconstruct the mountain and dispose of the waffle fries, Trump blamed the chaos on a disembodied group of tormentors he referred to as “they.” “They want me to look at documents,” he explained. But that made no sense. The world’s fastest reader could not plow through Trump’s mess in the time he would spend on his plane that day, nor would any half-competent “they” believe that the way to bring attention to a document is to bury it among reams of unrelated flotsam.

Indeed, Trump did not read anything from the paper piles. Several times during the flight he plucked a news clipping or report seemingly at random from the stack and peered at it with a puzzled look. Then he tossed it back onto the pile. The sequence repeated every five or 10 minutes until I understood completely why many in Trump’s orbit believe he is dyslexic.

But if the mass of material was not to be read, what purpose did it serve?

It was a prop, as much a part of the never-ending Trump Show as the make-believe coat-of-arms he had embossed on each leather seat. The mountain of paper showed how very busy and important its owner was.

This became clear as the candidate began rummaging through the pile for various proofs of his own fame and lovability. He dug down about three inches to unearth an 8-by-10-inch photograph of the late pop superstar Michael Jackson. “Do you know who this is?” he asked improbably. “A very good friend of mine,” he answered himself.

Later, he reenacted the same performance with a photograph of Muhammad Ali. Still later, a picture of boxing promoter Don King. The uproar of the day had to do with Trump’s endorsement from Ku Klux Klan leader David Duke — and whaddaya know: So many very good Black friends of The Donald just happened to surface from the pile.

Grisham tells us that Trump continued to travel with his unread paper props even as he occupied the most powerful position on Earth; naturally, he took some piles home with him after his term. I can picture him pulling out a sheaf of letters from North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un and asking, Do you know who wrote these? Or waving a morsel of gossip about a European leader and challenging his guest to surmise the origin of the information.

Barack Obama wrote me a note, he might say, before returning the proof to the pile of paper on which his ego teeters.

Umm. No, David. Just no. And David, we really feel that we should keep your car keys for you from now on.

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fkinavocado · 3 years

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Harry fucking y/n in his office, please 🙏🏻

Clear my schedule

Warnings: 18+, smut, degrading, unprotected sex (i have no excuse for this one eek, goes without saying that's a big nono) CEO!Harry, mean dom!Harry, kinky af basically

Word count: 2.3K

Every time you swore you wouldn’t let it happen again, but somehow you always ended up on top of your boss’ desk. Or under it. On this particular day, he’d cleared his desk in one swift swipe of his forearm sending all the papers flying, to make extra room so that he could push you face down across it pinning you to the flat surface with one hand while he bunched up your skirt with the other.

“Why do you even bother with lingerie if there’s barely anything to cover this weepy cunt?” he mumbled, more to himself as he fumbled with his belt and zipper and you braced yourself for dear life.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself mumbling in a low voice, but clearly loud enough for him to hear you “Why do you bother asking me to bring in paperwork if you’re just gonna toss it-”

He pulled on your hair harshly, making you yelp and effectively shutting you up “What’s that, pet? Got something to say? What’d I tell you? Don’t wanna hear anything out of that pretty mouth except for yes, sir; please and thank you, sir. Understood?”

He yanked on your hair for emphasis and all you could do was gulp “Yes, sir”

“Thought you knew better by now, Y/N. Guess I’m gonna have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson for good this time around, hm? Let’s practice, shall we?” He pulled on your flimsy g-string hooking his thumb under it and dragging it to the side easily and placed his rock-hard tip at your entrance “Ready for me, pet?”

“Yes” you whined, out of breath already in anticipation. You’d been sneaking around like this for quite a while, now. Every time it was somehow even better than the last. And that’s what kept you coming back for more each time. He was degrading you, using you, and he made no secret of that, and you absolutely loved playing his whore. How could you not? When he was living up to his reputation and then some.

You barely even finished replying before his palm landed on your ass cheek harshly “Yes, what?” he shouted. You thanked your lucky stars that your boss was not only your boss, but the CEO of the company, his office at the very top of the building and large enough not to have to worry about anyone eavesdropping. Well, maybe except for his secretary but you doubted it’d come as a surprise to her, she probably knew way more than she cared for.

“Yes, sir” you were quick to correct yourself, cursing under your breath for having been so thoughtless. It wasn’t that you were afraid of him, you felt safe with him always. You had your safe word and you’d discussed your boundaries thoroughly when you first hooked up after you’d been drooling after him for what had felt like ages. If anything, you were worried he’d tire of you and discard you for a newer fucktoy. ‘Cause that was what you were to him, and you were fine with it. You had to be, Harry Styles didn’t do “relationships”, least of all with someone like you, just a measly assistant that you had no clue why he’d ever even given the time of day to, much less taken an interest in.

“That’s more like it” he grunted as he pushed into you without preamble, and you were so wet that he’d slid right in easily “Fuck, such a good little slut for me, aren’t you Y/N? You’re not all that good, though, since you can’t fucking remember the simplest rules, so I think going over them just isn’t gonna do it. Think I’ll have to punish you”

“Please” you mewled and he chuckled as he thrusted even deeper into you

“Oh, now you’ve suddenly remembered them all, huh? No, you’re not getting away with it that easily, pet. Gonna fuck some sense into you” he grabbed ahold of your bunched up skirt with his free hand for leverage and began pounding into you mercilessly and you felt your hipbones hit the hard wood repeatedly, surely they would bruise, but you couldn’t care less, not when he was hitting your sweetspot just right “Already clenching around me, Y/N? Are you that needy for my cock? Been strutting around all day in this miniskirt just asking for it. How wet did you get just thinking about me fucking you when you dressed in the morning? Did you touch yourself?” he gritted between his teeth as he delivered blow after blow

“Y-Yes, sir”

“Such a filthy little whore” he chuckled. “Aren’t you, pet? And so eager to please me” he slapped your ass, harder this time, making you jump at the impact and he grabbed from under your left thigh, propping your knee over the edge of the desk gaining him deeper access and you moaned harder than you ever had “And these knee-high boots, with those impossible fucking heels. I should try fucking you with them one day. Would you let me?”

“Fuck! Yes, sir. Please…”

He laughed a humorless laugh. “Of course you would. My good little cockslut” you mewled at his dirty words and were getting closer and closer by the second but right before you could reach your peak, you felt him redouble his efforts only for him to stop abruptly and sink balls-deep into you as he shot ropes after ropes inside of you. You could feel him twitch as he came, and you were right there, if only he’d…

He brought your knee down, placing your high heeled boot back on the floor and pushed your thighs together before squeezing carefully out of you with a gasp as he panted heavily, recovering from his high.

“Don’t you fucking move” he warned, a bit out of breath as he put himself together after he unhooked his finger from your g-string letting it fall back between your ass cheeks. He then carefully pulled you off of the desk, pushing your skirt back down and held your back against his chest, speaking into your ear gravely “You better hold all of that in if you want to come today, pet. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” you shuddered at the loss of contact as he circled the desk and sat back into his chair, crossing his legs leisurely

“Better rearrange those papers while you’re at it. Careful. Better not make any sudden movements” he sounded thoroughly pleased with himself watching you bend awkwardly picking up the documents off the floor, twisting in his chair nonchalantly.

You tried your best to deliver the coffees to your boss’ meeting without making it painstakingly obvious that you were walking awkwardly, taking baby steps so that you wouldn’t have any of his come run down your thighs. It was getting harder and harder by the minute, there was only so much your lousy lingerie could do to act as a barrier, they were already thoroughly drenched, not to mention how on edge you still were and was probably contributing to this whole ordeal between your legs.

You pushed your way in through the conference room door, tray in tow, smiling as innocently as possible to the people that acknowledged your presence, but when your eyes landed on Harry’s you could see the glint of mischief dancing in them. He was thoroughly enjoying this, the smug bastard.

You walked carefully around the table, placing the coffee mugs on their respective saucers in front of each of the people in attendance, leaving Harry for last. You noticed him lean back into his chair as you hovered over him, no doubt ogling your ass and then you almost spilled the coffee in his lap when he suddenly grabbed the elbow of the arm you were holding it with “Y/N, be a doll and run into my office for me, I forgot the graphics on my desk”

You turned to look at him incredulously and he just stared at you with a raised eyebrow, ever the poised, bossy CEO. Could’ve fooled anyone that he really needed those graphics, when you just knew he was doing it to get a kick out of watching you try your best to “run” and get them for him.

“Yes, sir” you made sure to squint your eyes ever so slightly at him as you said so noticing his pupils dilating in response and you made your way out of the conference room as slowly as possible, no doubt earning a raised eyebrow from everyone for not hurrying to comply to your boss’ demand.

When you finally reached his office you furrowed your brows, there were no graphics on his desk and before you could turn around and make your way back, already dreading having to probably walk all the way back to his office again and search for them elsewhere, you heard the door shut and the lock being clicked into place.

“Looking for something, pet?”

You huffed “There are no graphics, are there?” you didn’t even turn to face him

“Hm. Smarter than she looks” he hummed to himself and you gasped indignantly earning a chuckle from him “You definitely are smart, made the right decision just then, hm? Would rather make sure you come than keep your job here, don’t you, pet?” he closed in the space between you, hands in his pockets “But, ah… what a pity. Seems you couldn’t keep your end of the deal” he pouted playfully and you lowered your eyes to where he was staring.

Was that there all along? A milky trail running down the back of your left thigh, painfully obvious to anyone happening to land their eyes there. And you weren’t fooling yourself. All the men in that conference room had probably stared right at it.

“Oh, God” you groaned, covering your face

“Awh. Don’t act all coy now, when we both know what a filthy little thing you really are, Y/N” he tsked you, cornering you back against the edge of the desk “But since you genuinely tried your very best…” he smirked reaching down to catch the droplet with his index finger, surprising you when he then brought it to his own mouth “Gonna keep my end of the bargain. How’s that sound?”

You only managed a half smile before he bent abruptly, grabbing the back of your thighs and placing you on the edge of his desk. He kneeled in front of you, pushing your legs apart and you immediately felt his come dripping freely around the flimsy lingerie you were wearing “What… What about your meeting?”

“Oh, this shouldn’t take long” he smirked at you from under his lashes and you bit your lower lip in anticipation as he once again bunched up your skirt to your navel and hooked his fingers into your panties “These are laughable. Barely did you any favors today, pet. I’ll rid you of them, hm?” he pulled your g-string down your legs and then spread you open using his fingers, admiring his come drip down your core and onto his desk “Did so good for me, Y/N. But I knew you would. Desperate little slut that you are, I knew you’d do your best to keep it inside you. Gonna be so happy you did, just you wait” he bit his lower lip staring at you as if mesmerized, sporting his characteristic scowl and you clenched around nothing just watching him look at you like that.

He swiped his forefinger through your folds, and then carried it to your mouth and you wasted no time sucking on his finger and humming around it “Greedy little thing. But this is my treat” he pulled his finger back, scraping it against the back of your teeth and you watched as he pushed it inside you next, allowing for more of his come to ooze out of you as he did so. You moaned in unison at the sight as he pumped his finger in and out slowly, the sounds your pussy was making absolutely sinful “Fuck me, that’s so hot” he muttered under his breath before dragging his tongue flat up your folds, making you hang your head back as you leaned back on your elbows. He pushed his tongue inside you and hummed lowly, sending vibrations all the way up your spine and down to the tips of your toes, making them curl.

“Taste so fucking good together” he mumbled as he ate you up thoroughly and you moaned and whined, kicking your legs uncontrollably before he pinned them apart, grabbing you from underneath your thighs and delving his face against your pussy like a man starved. It was the first time he was eating you out and you had no idea he enjoyed this so much, you never would’ve guessed someone like him would take such pleasure from pleasuring someone, selflessly. But it wasn’t entirely selfless, he seemed to genuinely enjoy doing it. He curled his middle finger inside of you, stroking your g-spot and latched his lips over your clit, sucking intently and you just couldn’t hold back any longer.

After he milked every single aftershock out of you he stood between your legs, going for his belt and you gasped “But… the meeting?” you felt like you’d already asked him that just previously, but your brain was now mush and you couldn’t be sure

He grabbed his desk phone and dialed his secretary, as he guided himself into you again using his other hand, shushing you just before you heard her answer on the other end “Yeah. Something came up” he winked at you and you would’ve rolled your eyes at that had you not been terrified to spite him yet again “Tell them we’ll have to reschedule. And cancel my next appointment. In fact” he paused, grunting inaudibly at one particularly hard thrust inside of you “Clear my schedule for today”

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daddy-suguru · 2 years

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Okay last one, sugar boyfriend/daddy! Sasuke + public sex

i know this is your request even though you forget the little heart which is oki :3 so for part two of your birthday drabbles. I went for semi public because of what we were just talking about on discord.

𝕔/𝕨…spanking, sugar daddy!ceo! sasuke, office sex, degradation, window sex, semi-public sex

Pink had never been one of his favorite colors until you had walked in a baby pink dress with shimmering pink eye make up and baby pink heels that have a small little bow on the front to match. The entire outfit is screaming spoiled little princess, well maybe not spoiled yet but with you looking like that Sasuke wants to change that.

He likes the way you trip over your words as he loosens his tie and undoes the top two buttons of his white shirt. You are shifting in the seat in front of him and Sasuke hopes your panties are pretty and pink like the rest of your outfit.

"Babydoll," the endearment slips past his tongue as his eyes drop to your breasts, spilling out the top of your tight dress. Because of this he doesn't miss the way you breathe hitches, "do you want a drink?" Before you can answer, he is pouring you a glass and holding it out to you.

"But aren't we on the clock still? Which I don't even know why you have me here this late. Everyone else has already gone home." You didn't mind spending more time with your handsome boss, but you were trying to cover up the attraction you have for him. Least he decides he didn't want a very thirsty secretary.

Sasuke motions for you to come closer by bending his finger as he takes a sip of his amber drink. You stand up and walk around his desk, only for him motioned for you to bend, lean closer so you do. And he softly whispers, "Baby doll, I'm paying you overtime to stand here and look pretty after you had a long day of helping me get to my meetings all the time. Alongside sorting through my documents to give me the important highlights. Also, I like the way you undress me with your eyes."

Gasping and looking down at your shoes as your face burns and you quickly say, "I'm sorry sir." Sasuke sets his drink on its cozy off to the side of this wide desk. And he clears off the papers on one side of his desk. As he tells you,

"If you are bend over for me and pull up your dress, tell me you're a dirty whore who wants to get fucked by your boss and beg for me to forgive you." Grabbing your the skirt of your dress and pulling it up as you bend over and show Sasuke your clothed puffy pussy.

Your panties are a matching shade of pink and he groans when he touches your panties to find you had soaked through them. Slowly rubbing you as you push your hips back and spanking both of your cheeks, making you jerk forward, your hips hitting his desk.

There is a whine to your voice as you say, "I'm a dirty little slut with a dripping wet pussy. I've been thinking about you fucking up me against the window the whole time. Want your fat cock hitting my pussy roughly from the back, want to feel your fat balls slap my clit." You spread your legs as he slides his fingers between them, so he can stroke your clit through your panties.

You add, "I know you're older than me and you might like women more experience by I can learn please Daddy. Please stuff your cock into my little baby doll pussy and make me cream all over you." The title you give him has him smirking as his mind slips straight to what would be his next question,

"Do you want to go home or come home with me to be my little sugar baby? You would get paid for being my personal cum filled cock sleeve during office hours too since I'm all my frustration into you pussy until I bruise it." He pushes your panties aside and slips two fingers deep into your pussy. Which he spreads by stretching his fingers apart so he can spit into your pussy. Which he then pushes into your pussy by shoving his thick fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

Sasuke places his hand on your lower back and guides you into fucking yourself onto his fingers. And as you pick up the pace, happy to rub his finger up against your sweet spot as you moan, "Please daddy, want to be your pretty little cock sleeve, for you to dump your cum in and fuck whenever you want. My pussy is yours."

"I know it is, pull your dress down and press your tits up against the glass for some pervert to so they can jerk off to the sight of the perfect tits I'm paying to make bounce. Though I'm sure you would be my little whore for free, I want you to make yourself look pretty for me to ruin." You are happy to do what he asks, even taking off your panties and kicking them to the side so he can see your pussy better when you bend over and press yourself up against the glass.

Sasuke walks up behind you, rubbing both of your cheeks with both of his hands. As he unbuttons his pants and pushes it down alongside his underwear, So he can take his cock out, so he can rub his leaking cock head up and down your dripping slit.

Grabbing your throat loosely, as he teases you by rubbing the length of his cock on your puffy clit. He loves the dark color of your pussy in contrast to the pink when he spreads yout lips by pushing his cock through them. Sasuke loves it as much as the way you whimper when his cock rubs over your clit.

You are making him so wet, making his cock throb as he groans, "You're such a fucking slut for me. You would let me use your pussy to get myself off without me stretching you out. Wouldn't you, do you need me to slip it in, and fuck your pussy into getting used to my fat cock?" Sasuke slaps both of your cheeks three times to keep you from so easily answering and to hear you cry out for him.

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

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prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

***

Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

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Now and for eternity| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer ( netflix)

Request:” Can you write an imagine where Lucifer’s wife is like this well known social light that owns her own luxury fashion brand and she starts receiving gifts from an obsessed secret admirer and Lucifer is unknowingly being targeted by the secret admirer who is trying to kill Lucifer in order to get the reader and Lucifer thinks it’s his father trying to ‘strike’ him down for some unknown reason until Chloe point out someone that correlates with the readers secret admirer and Lucifer’s attacker. Feeling some type away about it Lucifer decides to taunt the secret admirer by upping the PDA and romantic gestures getting a kick out in it much to Chloe’s dismay. And once the secret admirer is caught Lucifer rubs it in their face that the reader is his for now and all of eternity before showing the secret admirer his true face. ”

Genre: fluff? I guess

Warnings:death threats, stalking, attempted murder

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It wasn’t unusual to receive gifts and flowers at your office. After all, with the job you worked and the wealthy people you collaborated with, the presents simply represented one of the many perks of being a designer. Except, one friday morning, while examining a particularly beautiful bouquet of pink lilies, you noticed the little card that came with it

“I know they are some of your favorite - <3 “

Usually, work associates would leave a name. Some way for you to know that they value your work and are thinking of you (and maybe to flatter you into giving them a discount), but there was no name on this card, just a tiny heart in a glittery, pink gel pen. Pink lilies were, indeed, your favorite.

You brought the flowers home and told your husband, Lucifer, all about the mysterious gift. You had talked to your secretary and even she didn’t know where the flowers came from, since no one came to drop off lilies that morning. You presumed the sender must have simply forgotten to sign the card, and perhaps your secretary had forgotten about them, with the busy morning she’d had. You and Lucifer had a laugh, imagining the shy and anxious intern that was probably assigned the job, and the scolding they’ll get when their boss finds out about their mistake.

The next morning, a box of your favorite chocolates were waiting for you on your desk. There wasn’t any note, just the same heart, written in the same glitter pen. You dismissed it as a weird coincidence and moved on to working on your designs.

Without you knowing, this also happened to be the first time Lucifer would be faced with a very interesting note. As he was getting ready to leave the police station, he noticed a piece of yellow paper, stuck to his windshield

“Back off of Y/N. Consider this your first and last warning” no signature. Anyone in Lucifer’s place would have lost their shit, but he paid it no mind. He was the devil after all! If anyone wants to take his precious Y/N away from him, well, they can try. It would make things all the more fun. He folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket before heading home.

The couple shared Y/N’s chocolates that night, talking about who this person might be. Lucifer wasn’t as amused as he had been the night before, if anything he was rather concerned but he didn’t want to say anything about the note to Y/N, because she would freak out.

Nothing really happened for the next week. Anonymous gifts stopped showing up at Y/N’s office, Lucifer didn’t get any more notes and things were falling back in their place, until the day right after Y/N’s latest photoshoot went public and viral. It was all to promote her upcoming clothing line. As soon as she walked into the office the next day, she spotted a red, velvet box, the size of a notebook, in the middle of her desk. On top of it, a note written in the same glittery pink as the other gifts

“Congratulations on your new line. Those photos are gorgeous - J.P. <3”

Inside the box was a gorgeous diamond necklace, looking like it was worth millions. If you hadn’t been concerned about the sudden apparition of all these gifts so far, you sure were now. You immediately called your husband to tell him about the mysterious jewelry, but he didn’t pick up. Unbeknown to you, he was busy ranting to detective Decker.

“I mean, not to be dramatic, detective, but the situation does feel like it’s spiralling out of control. Death threats, sure, those come every other weekend, kind of like fanmail, y’know? But actual gun shots fired at my head, well, that’s where I draw the line.” he ended with a giggle. Lucifer was leaning on Decker’s desk as she was examining the bullet casings Lucifer had brought her from his apparent ‘attempted assasination’

“Where did this happen again?” she said, not taking her eyes off of her work

“Right by that coffee shop ms. Lopez always talks about. I may have lost a bet to her the other day and have to get her coffee for the rest of the week, so I was just exiting the shop when a masked man in a dark blue BMW zoomed by, pointing his gun at me and shooting blindly. I mean, that is the most basic attemp at murder I have ever witnessed. At least make it interesting!”

“Lucifer, if someone is out for your life, it’s serious business”

“Why would it be? It’s not like I can actually die, detective! Plus, it’s probably not that deep anyways. Just, dear old dad coming after me again for no particular reason. Very characteristic of him.”

“ You’re getting ahead of yourself. Whoever sent this wants you and Y/N apart, why would your dad want that?”

“Because he’s a prick who disagrees with everything and anything that makes me happy?” Lucifer concludes with an innocent smile “And, of course, Y/N being moral, our marriage goes against the heavenly rules of the almighty, so he’s trying to break us apart, but worry not detective! Me and Y/N are stronger and more in love than ever. My father will simply have to accept that. Nothing will break us apart” he said, puffing his chest out with confidence

“That’s good to hear Lucifer, but I still think we should stay open to different possibilities”

“Oh, come on detective, that would be a waste of our time. I know my father better than anyone, believe me when I tell you this is his hand and no one else's. Case closed! Now, let’s move to the next one! Chop chop detective, murders won’t solve themselves!” Lucifer said, marching out of the precinct. Chloe rolled her eyes at her partner, before hiding the bullets and the note in her desk and going after him.

Although it didn’t bother you, you couldn’t help but notice how much more touchy Lucifer had been with you, ever since the necklace incident. He needed to touch you at all times: when you were out for coffee, at lunch, at the station, in your office, in Lux. His hand was always either around your waist or tangled in yours. You felt sort of bad, thinking he must be a little insecure with this secret admirer being after you at all times, but you wanted him to know that you loved him more than anything and that no matter what, you would never leave him for a faceless man, no matter how many pearls and chocolates he bribes you with. And so, you decided to play along with him, giving him as much attention as you could. Your visits at the station almost doubled, you always cleared your schedule to make time for him and even decided to start work later in the day than usual, so you could spend more time with him in the morning.

One afternoon, as you were enjoying your time with Decker and Lucifer during their lunch time, one of the notes from your secret admirer slipped out of your pocket. You didn’t realise it until Chloe picked it up

“Oh, I was going to throw that out”

“Where’s this from?” she asked, studying the note

“Just one of this week's gifts” you confessed awkwardly. Without a second thought, the detective reached for her drawer, pulling out another note from inside and inspecting them side by side. Eventually, she placed them both in front of Lucifer

“Notice something interesting about the writing?”

“They are remarkably similar…”

“More like identical”

“What is that?” you asked, looking at the unknown note. Your heart sank as you read it

“I’ll explain everything at home dear, I swear” Lucifer said

“You’ve received death threats because of me?”

“I’ll tell you everything at home, I promise”

“You have initials…” Decker noticed

“Yeah, ever since my photoshoot, they’re present on every package”

“What floor is your office on again?”

“5th, why?”

“How can someone enter your office every morning without anyone, not even your secretary noticing, and exit just as mysteriously?” “Unless he found a different way in” Lucifer replied

“My window” you realise “You can step out directly onto the emergency staircase from there”

“He knew when to sneak in without being seen, so he must have known your schedule like the back of his hand. Who could know?”

“The only people who know it are my secretary and Lucifer”

“A stalker?” your husband suggested

“Maybe” Decker turned quickly to her computer “I’m going to check any business owners around that neighbourhood who could have had a close shot of when you enter and exit your studio, see if any initially match the ones on the notes. We’ll go from there”

You thanked Chloe for the help and went home with Lucifer, who spent the entire car ride explaining the note to you and the events of the previous days. You were angry at him for keeping all of it away from you, but ultimately happy that he was safe. You spent the night drinking wine and rewatching all of your comfort movies, to calm your nerves.

You decided to try working from home for the next couple of days, too scared by the idea of a stranger following your every move. It was a challenging process but Lucifer did his best in helping you get accustomed to this new routine. His homemade meals could not compare to anything you would eat while in a meeting with your business associates. Plus, the company was much more delightful.

Chloe texted you, almost a week later, to come down to the station as quickly as possible. They had found the guy. You hopped into your car and when you finally arrived, Lucifer was waiting for you outside

“They found him?”

“Yes dear, they did”

“How?”

“Well, as it turns out he lived in the apartment building next door. His living room window had a great view of everything happening in your office. We’ve found a week’s worth of gifts he was planning to deliver. It’s him for sure”

“Thank you” you whispered before collapsing into Lucifer’s arms and hugging him tight

“It’s alright lovely. It’s over now. Let’s go see how the detective is handling it. I think they’re in the interrogation room now.”

From behind the glass, you watched the man that threatened your marriage and your husband's life, confess to everything. Admit to stalking you, in order to learn your schedule. Break into your office and open fire on Lucifer. More than enough to get him behind bars for a long time. Decker and Lucifer got up and were ready to leave, but your husband requested a couple of minutes alone with the man. The detective agreed, cautioning him to not do something stupid, before leaving them alone. Lucifer turned on his heels to face the man in handcuffs and you could instantly tell he was furious

“Truly an honorable try. Y/N is one of a kind, you were right about that, the only detail you missed is that, you see, she’s taken. By me” the mischievous smile on his face let you know that he was up to no good “Our bond is indestructible and it’s really laughable to think that you’ve risked so much to tear us apart when you didn’t stand a chance to begin with” Lucifer leaned over the table, now his back was facing you “Me and Y/N are, and forever will be, together. There is nothing you or anyone else can do to change that. She is mine and I am hers, now and for eternity” as his little speech came to an end, you noticed the man in handcuffs go pale with terror. He began shaking in his chair, screaming incoherently about the devil. Even tho you hadn’t see what your husband did, you could tell by the man’s reaction. You laughed to yourself, not even mad that Lucifer had used his devil face against this man. You would have done the same if you had the option.

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