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Angel hunter

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the world's most beloved boy

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the new flins trailer omg hes such a gentleman AHHHHHHH. im getting ideas.

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iron veins

🌌 director!wriothesley x actress!f!reader nsfw

your director teaches you a lesson when you can't get your lines right.

cw: nsfw, minors do not interact, power dynamics, p in v, modern au, spanking, pet names, unprotected sex, shameless smut, kinda ooc i guess... wc: 1.2k

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“this has to work. they’ve done me wrong… u-up at the surface. this is my justice. this is my-”

“cut!” wriothesley stopped your line before you finished. he rose from his chair, calm but with a slight tinge of annoyance etched in his features. you’d been filming this scene for 3 hours now and his patience had started tearing more and more at the seams.

he walked over to the set, stepping over the props laying at the edge. you saw him approach from the prison bench you were sitting on, itching the flimsy fabric of the top they’d given you to wear.

the film was titled “iron veins” and it was, to summarize, about a prisoner escaping from a daunting underwater prison. you were so excited to be selected, but after weeks of filming the same takes over and over again, the process became tiring. wriothesley, the director, was up and coming in the field, having won an oscar just last year about a murder thriller much like ‘zodiac.’

the stakes were high.

nevertheless, today was a bad day for you. the lines just weren’t sticking and you blamed how late you slept last night.

“don’t stutter it out. you’re confident. put some weight on them,” wriothesley’s words broke you from your thoughts.

“okay,” you adjusted the costume you had on, practically some bandages wrapped around your chest and a pair of denim shorts, and went to stand at the edge of the prison cell for the beginning of the scene. your co-actress did the same, huffing out in exhaustion. wriothesley crossed his arms as you went, and you noticed his icy blue stare hardening.

yeah, he was not happy about this one bit.

you were costing them precious filming days and the repetitive set was starting to piss everyone off.

wriothesley walked back to the monitor, beckoning for you to start.

“and…. action!”

“they’ll catch us you know.. they’ll catch us before we even see the surface,” your co-star spoke loud and clear, conveying her emotion about your infamous escape plan.

“this has to work. they’ve done me wrong… up at the surface. this is my justice. this is my truth.” you nailed it, sitting back on the bench so your co-star could continue.

“how can i even trust you on this?”

“all i’m asking.. is for a choice, yasmine. either let me rot for what i was.. or let me yearn for what i can still beco-”

“no! no! cut.” he says again from his chair. he’s definitely annoyed now, he hadn’t raised his voice the last few takes, “chance. not choice. and it’s burn not yearn,” he taps his boot against the floor restlessly.

“again! run it again!” he crosses his fingers on his lap, his knuckles white from how hard he’s gripping them.

you run it again, getting to the same line.

“all i’m asking is for a ch-chance, yasmine. you either let me rot for what i was.. or let me burn for what i can still become. how-”

“cut!” he gets up, sliding his coat off and hanging it on the back of his chair, “don’t stutter. you’re confident. remember?!” he shouts from his chair. you nod quickly, resetting the scene for the umpteenth time.

running the scene again, you reach the same line.

“let me yearn for what i can still bec-”

“cut! alright that’s it,” wriothesley stands up, a cold look on his face as he walks over to the set, “we’re running your lines alone,” he grabs you by the arm, hauling you off the bench, and marches you over the exit.

“everybody, go home!” he says, to which a slight cheer goes off in the room. he looks down at you as he walks you to his trailer-office now, those steel blue eyes making your stomach twist.

“you’re getting these lines by tomorrow. this is final.”

and that’s how you found yourself gripping the edge of his dining room table as he fucked into you from behind ruthlessly, your denim shorts laying by your ankles. the table knocked against the wall with each powerful thrust as you cried out his name again and again, arching back further towards him.

“they’ll catch us you know,” he started for the 7th time in a row, resetting the scene since you’d been moaning through your lines wrong again, “they’ll catch us before we even see the surface.”

“this has to ah work,” you stammered out, getting on your elbows on the table to steady your self and your thoughts. his hips never faltered, they kept pistoling into yours with the same brutal pace.

“yeah? and?” he said back, “don’t tell me you forgot again?”

you shook your head quickly, “they’ve done me wrong… up at the surface. this is my truth-”

“that’s wrong,” he said as he spanked your ass cheek. you cried out as you jolted at the feeling his palm left.

“again,” he pulled you back on him firmly and continued pounding into you.

“they’ve done me wrong.. nghh up at the surface. this is my justice. this is my ah truth.”

“how can i even trust you on this?” he continued, connecting his hips with yours and gripping your hips tighter when he saw how your ass rippled against him. he spanked it again when he noticed you not continuing the line.

“wriothesley,” you moaned out, pussy fluttering at the feeling of his hand connecting with your ass cheek again.

“that’s not the line,” he warned back, slowing down for the first time in 40 minutes. he slid out all the way to his tip, waiting for you to continue. instead, you backed up on him, chasing that pressure that had been building up ever since he began.

“say the line,” he said, “say it correctly.”

just then, he moved, thrusting inside and engulfing himself to the base of his cock.

“f-fuck!” you cried out, “ok! ok.”

“good girl.”

“all i’m asking.. is for a chance, yasmine,” you said, moaning at the way he brushed against your g-spot repeatedly. you were clenching around him now, that pressure in your stomach rising higher and higher.

“either- mmm wriothesley,” you stopped as he snaked his hand around to your clit to rub slow circles on it. he could tell you were close, the way you practically clamped down on his thick length.

“let me rot nghh for what i was,” he moved even faster, spanking you again when you paused for too long. your ass was red now, stinging in the cold air of the trailer.

“or let me yearn for what-” he gripped your hips tighter, angling them so he could hit the right spot inside of you.

“i can still become- fuck! i’m gonna cum wriothesley,” was all you managed to get out before you came, gushing around his cock as the pressure inside you exploded. he fucked you through it in slow strokes, holding you in place. your elbows finally collapsed and you lay flat on your chest as your cunt throbbed around him. he pat his hand directly on marks on your ass cheek and you jolted a bit at the sting.

“see? i knew you could do it.”

a/n: i need wriothesley expeditiously.

as always asks/requests are open so lemme know who yall wanna see nextttt!

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got him in 1 ten pull YESSSS

daddy ifa next patch but i dont want mualani or chasca. conflicted.

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omg 100 followers!! thank u so much! i promise i'm cooking up something nice....

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falsely (?) accused gang

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how i feel writing yet another think piece that includes power dynamics and modern au:

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question 15

🌌 ta!alhaitham x student!f!reader nsfw

in which your TA tries to convince you to do your test review (spoiler alert: it doesn't work).

cw: nsfw, minors do not interact, power dynamics, p in v, cockwarming, unprotected sex, shameless smut, use of inanimate object kinda, semi-public sex wc: 950

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“can you hurry up so i can go home?”

alhaitham murmurs, clicking the pen in his hand slowly. you stare down at your test review, practically on the verge of tears. question 15. all he told you was to finish question 15 and then you’d be good.

you didn’t know how to do question 15.

“hey… did you hear me?” he asks, finally looking over your shoulder, “question 15, you know how to do this,” he chides, tapping the pen on your thigh impatiently.

you shake your head.

“i taught this to you last week,” he exhales, “le chatelier’s principle?”

“i… i don’t remember it,” you stammer out.

maybe you could’ve remembered it if you weren’t on alhaitham’s lap.

nestled right on his cock.

“it’s about equilibrium,” he started, using his pen to point to question 3, “you used the principle for this question too, just try to remember yeah?” his breath is low in your ear.

well at question 3 he hadn’t been so deep you could feel him throbbing against you. he was just being the normal haravatat ta that he was supposed to be, hosting evening office hours in the house of daena... for just one student.

it’s quiet except for a couple of researchers burning the midnight oil near the entrance. you’re thankful he picked the back sections of the library today.

“shut u-up,” you mutter, gripping the edge of the desk with your nails. you stare down at the paper again, rereading the question. pleasure swims in your vision instead.

alhaitham scoots forward in his chair a little and you jump, whining at the feeling of him engulfed to the base of his cock.

“don’t be noisy,” he says, a little annoyed. he taps your thigh again with his pen, dragging his pen to your inner thigh. your breath hitches as it crosses underneath your panties.

“just this question left,” the pen travels higher, you let out a small whimper, “and then i can help you out like you wanted. yeah?”

your hand darts down to catch the pen from going further and he stops his hand when he feels your pussy clench around him.

“focus,” his voice is husky but feels like he’s on the verge of losing his composure, “the test is next week. you're clearly not ready for it.”

“i know,” you exhale shakily, attempting to move up but he holds your hips firmly in place, “how is this supposed to help m-me alhaitham?”

you’re pouting, breathing heavily as more of your arousal leaks down on his pants. he notices but just pushes you back onto his chest.

“i’m teaching you how to focus,” he answers with a slow roll of his hips, his composure slowly fading. you let out a slow moan at the feeling of him pulsing inside you.

“f-fuck you alhaitham.”

“and be patient too,” he adds, his voice breathy as he says each word.

he’s so deep, so deep he’s touching your cervix. and he’s thick. so thick and veiny that you just want to roll your eyes back at the sensation alone.

“please?” you say quietly, hoping he responds to your plea this time. he hadn’t listened by question 6 and certainly didn’t listen by question 13.

he waits for a moment then responds.

“...fine.”

your eyebrows jump up as he shifts behind you to switch off the desk lamp on the table. he raises his hips slightly.

“you better be quick. i want to go home soon,” he reminds you again, sounding annoyed but also strained, holding himself back. his hand finds your clit and he rubs it slowly as he starts thrusting up into you.

you arch forward on his lap, your orgasm a breath’s width away. yeah, this would be the quickest you’ve ever cum by far. but to be fair, he’d been inside you since question 5.

in all honesty, he was a good TA, you’d understood everything up until question 15. that's when you truly started becoming a babbling mess on top of him.

his strokes are slow, deliberate, hitting that spongy spot inside you each time. you clamp your hands over your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as pressure starts building in your abdomen.

“alhaitham.. i might-” your pussy practically swallows him in with how tight it is. you feel the pressure rising, white hot in your vision and your abdomen. he’s so deep, so thick, and pulsing so deliciously that you finish with a slightly louder than usual whimper.

“good.” he just says, keeping you close to his lap as waves of pleasure lap through you. you grind against him as he holds your arms firmly at your sides now.

“fuck, alhaith-”

“shh,” he kisses the outer shell of your ear, “don’t be noisy.”

you whimper out as he slips out of you, still hard. he moves quick, lifting you off of him then zipping up his pants, the strain of his cock against them still visible. there’s a clear wet spot from where you were practically leaking on him.

“lets finish question 15 at home,” he says quietly, clearly in need for his release as well. it’s obvious what he means as you see sweat trail down the side of his neck and a tinge of red on his cheeks.

“at.. home?” you ask, wide-eyed. most of your... office hours with the haravatat TA involved empty classrooms and restrooms.

“students aren’t allowed to see a TA’s home,” you whisper back.

“students aren’t allowed to cum all over a TA’s cock either,” he says back. your face flushes at his bluntness. he grabs your wrist and leads you out of the house of daena, avoiding the other students studying at this hour.

“besides, i need to ensure you know how to do question 15," he looks back at you, a hunger in his turquoise pupils.

"properly.”

a/n: i miss alhaitham. yes, i'm an alhaitham truther as well. as always feel free to ask/request anything!

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who else listens to diluc's voice lines every time they log on (especially fallen 2...)

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daddy ifa next patch but i dont want mualani or chasca. conflicted.

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mind the wind

🌌 pilot!ifa x airhostess!f!reader nsfw

you quite enjoyed flying with ifa.

cw: nsfw, minors do not interact, modern au, "bro" warning hehe, power dynamics, dirty talk, p in v, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, shameless smut, fingers in mouth wc: 1k

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ifa was an exemplary pilot. before each flight, he'd move through the cockpit with precision in his step, double checking and even triple checking everything on the pre-flight manual. every dial and switch was part of a rhythm he knew by heart, a ritual that ensured he was ready to take to fly, much like a bird taking flight.

not only was he exemplary, he was also charismatic. passengers remembered his easy smile and the way he turned his landing announcements into something humorous, especially when he kept saying “bro.” crew members that were assigned to his long hauls tended to stick with him for a while afterwards too. he wanted to be the kind of pilot everybody could depend on.

ifa was not, however, a morning person.

and that's where you came along.

the confines of the first class restroom aren't the best, maybe a testament to capitalism, but they get the job done. he’s got you bent over and your hand desperately grips the small sink counter on your right to steady yourself from his relentless pounding.

he’s deep, so deep he’s practically hitting your cervix with each stroke because the restroom doesn’t allow for much space anyways. your skirt isn’t even fully off, just your panties lie at your ankles and your pantyhose at your knees. he grips the back of your uniform shirt in his fist so your head doesn’t fly into the wall in front of you.

“i-ifa nghh slow down,” you cry out in pleasure as he bottoms out inside you again, gently kissing your cervix.

“sorry,” he says between huffs of hot air, “clean up crew is gonna be here - fuck that feels good - in 10 minutes bro, we gotta be quick.”

he looks down at the way your pussy swallows him in and groans quietly, letting his other hand hold the underside of your hip to connect your bodies closer.

“besides,” he chuckles, “you said you’d help me regain some energy in the morning.”

your lips part as you struggle to catch your breath.

“you could’ve ah g-gone to get some fruit,” you stammer out between loud claps of his hips, closing your eyes and arching back lower on him.

“i know,” his voice sounds strained, “but c’mon i know you wanted this too.”

he’s not even wrong. ever since the both of you started your fling when you were assigned to him as an airhostess, this little stint has spanned countless airports. you’ve probably had sex in every major city of the world.

suddenly, ifa’s pace slows and he releases his fist from your uniform, clamping his palm over your mouth instead.

footsteps outside.

he slowly pushes his first two fingers in your mouth just as he settles all the way in to the base of his cock. you moan around his fingers, adjusting to his full size, and he shushes you by holding your tongue down with them.

the door latch suddenly clicks and a familiar voice outside speaks up.

“huh, this door says occupied still,” it’s sherry, an airhostess notorious for openly flirting with ifa. you try not to roll your eyes at her voice.

“who’s in here?” she calls out. you look back at ifa, your eyes wide in panic, but he puts a finger to his lips before speaking up.

“it’s me, sherry… had an emergency but i’ll be out in a minute!” you can tell how his voice is trying not to falter at the way your cunt is practically fluttering on his thick cock nestled deep in your pussy.

the prospect of her catching him balls deep in you has you throbbing again. he clearly notices and does a quick back and forth motion, rubbing against that spongy spot inside. his fingers prevent you from moaning out fully.

“hi captain,” sherry’s voice goes 2 octaves higher, “i’ll wait for you outside the gate,” and she leaves, the sound of her footsteps decreasing.

ifa uses his fingers to open your mouth as he slides them out. he wipes them off with a napkin from the counter and starts slowly thrusting into you again.

“you wanna be caught that badly huh?” he says, fisting your uniform shirt again as his pace becomes faster.

you shake your head quickly, whining helplessly at the constant snapping of his hips.

“yes, you did,” he answers for you, noticing how you squeezed down on him when sherry was at the door, your body betraying you.

you clench tighter around him and he groans, his cock throbbing inside you.

“fuck- fuck i’m gonna cum,” he announces, using both hands on your hips now. he goes even harder, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally finishes inside you. your eyes roll back when he does, and the pleasure in your abdomen snaps as you cum. he bucks you back and forth on him as you cry out his name, slowly riding out the orgasm.

he slides out of you, grabbing napkins immediately to wipe off your thighs and hike your panties and pantyhose back in place. you hold onto the counter for a bit, catching your breath.

he adjusts the black button up he’s wearing in the mirror while he holds onto your hip so you can adjust your uniform shirt without your knees buckling.

“ok, i’ll stay on the plane and talk to the clean up crew,” he instructs you, but you’re still a bit dazed as he speaks, “you can head to the gate and get something to eat bro.”

you nod, turning to open the restroom latch, “i see you’re bright and energized," you sigh out.

“and you aren’t,” he quips.

you give him a side eye and leave, getting your bag and trying not to stumble off the plane.

as you exit the skybridge, sherry’s waiting just like she said.

“what happened to you?” she narrows her eyes, “you look like shit.”

you probably do.

“i had a slight….” you turn to look at the skybridge just as ifa walks out, “restroom emergency.”

a/n: ifa gives gen-z dad but i'm into it. lowkey this seems a bit ooc... so just walk with me here for the pilot ifa vision. trust. i couldn't think of a title so i just used his elemental skill voiceline. also i think ifa should've said bruh instead of bro, it fits better.

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the secretary

boss!childe x secretary!f!reader nsfw

childe, your impulsive and charismatic managing director, relies on you, his uptight and short-tempered secretary to keep his chaotic work life in order. but when a high-stakes merger and rival bank threatens to upset this balance, office tension turns into an unexpected spark.

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tags: nsfw, minors do not interact, modern au, corporate au, finance bro childe, teasing, slow burn, crack, plot-building, a lot of jealousy, slight angst, mutual pining, shameless smut, pet names, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, crying, multiple orgasms, mentions camera usage, office sex, semi-public sex wc: 4.3k

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in all honesty, you felt like a coward.

running away when he’d kissed you because the situation had gotten complicated? were you in middle school?

you sighed and lay flat on your bed, thinking about the previous days events. you’d rescheduled your flight home soon after you confessed to childe, which was quit embarrassing. good secretary’s should not leave important mergers when they’re supposed to be finalized.

good secretary’s shouldn’t even be kissing their bosses in the first place, a voice in your head said.

but you’d seen the way his eyes had softened, how his arm had locked you in, how he’d cupped your face so gently. did your boss really like you back? the thought made you warm. monday was going to be so awkward, you really didn’t feel like showing up to work. you thought about his expression or the questions he would ask. maybe he would tease you about it.

and that made you annoyed.

if he teased you when you’d very emotionally told him to stop teasing you about your feelings, you would punch him in the face for sure.

your phone rang on your nightstand. lumine calling you back after you’d left her 25 missed calls.

“yes?” she said quite nonchalantly.

“so we kissed.”

“who kissed what,” she sounded confused.

“it’s gotten complicated. i ran away-”

“what does any of this mean?”

“with childe, my boss!” you exclaimed, “i confessed and then he kissed me and then i kissed him back but then i pushed him and ran away lumine.”

the phone is silent. and then you hear laughter.

“no way, you really ran away?”

“yes i did,” you sighed, “and i feel like a coward but now i know nothings ever gonna be the same.”

“well, he kissed you back right. doesn’t that mean he likes you back?”

she’s very straightforward in her approach, you appreciated that about her.

“i think... he does,” you said haphazardly, “but he’s so unpredictable… i mean what if he thinks i’ll just be like those girls he hooks up with… or he’s just leading me on to mess with me??”

“wow, his teasing has really gotten to you hasn’t it?”

“yes! it’s so annoying! even now i’m annoyed just thinking about him.”

“ok. calm down."

“plus.. he’s my boss lumine, what would hr think? what would the rest of the office think? what would his higher ups think?!” that last one scared you more than you’d like to admit.

“so a lot of things are not in your favor here basically,” she restated.

you sighed, “basically, yeah. also, did i tell you we ended up sharing a bed.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“yeah i know how it sounds… can’t i just sweep this all under the rug?”

lumine was silent for a bit, “honestly… go for it. just start fresh.”

sometimes she could be too straightforward. you thanked her for her advice anyways and hung up the phone. maybe it was time to start fresh. you couldn’t be with your boss, the whole office would think you were with him for a promotion. and you did not want them to undermine all the hard work you’d put into fatui capital markets already.

you ended up getting a half day on monday, debating that you still needed some time to face childe.

you also decided to make another phone call and ended up asking winslow out to an actual restaurant on monday, fresh start and all.

hopefully it would help.

you logged in on monday at 9 am to an annoying email:

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To: secretary@fatuicapitalmarkets.org

Subject: Hi

You can’t just quit by the way. That’s not how this works.

Regards,

Childe

Sent from my iPhone

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that idiot.

no way did he think you'd respond to that. and besides, it's not like you'd thought of quitting just yet. you ignored his email as you finished sorting all the digital files from the merger and organizing the database. as the clock ticked closer to when you had to clock in, you got more frantic, thinking of ways to handle the situation when you saw childe.

you decided to focus this anxiety on getting ready instead, dressing nicer than usual because the date with winslow was scheduled right after work. you picked out a nice blouse that showed off more curves than you wanted to, adorned your ears and neck with some jewelry, applied a little bit of makeup, and even found yourself reaching for the black skirt with the slit on the side, the one childe had said you should’ve worn on the trip.

maybe a small part of your mind wanted to see childe’s reaction to it.

you pushed the thought away, buttoning your suit jacket over your blouse to busy your fingers. the subway was late, which you were silently grateful for as you headed to work. when you arrived on your floor around 1pm and left the elevator, your stomach dropped.

his office door was open. he was leaning casually against the doorframe, one hand tucked in his pocket and the other checking his watch, as if he’d been waiting. his eyes locked on to you the moment you stepped out. you avoided his gaze and walked as normally as you could.

as soon as you got to your desk you heard the quiet shift of footsteps. he’d turned and disappeared into his office, shutting the door behind him. his expression had been unreadable when you saw him from the elevator. he seemed different, you couldn't tell how.

now you finally understood why his competitors were sort of afraid of him, even though he was such an amicable person to be around.

the clock ticked slowly, passing 2pm then 3pm. he hadn't said a word to you at all. was he seriously upset? was he sad? you bit the back of your pen as you thought about what was going through his brain. then around 4pm, the phone intercom crackled to life. you held your breath.

“my office."

a pause.

"now."

you knocked on his door, just once as per the knock system, and entered. he didn't have that unreadable look on his face anymore. he was smiling as you walked towards his desk, which surprised you, but made your worries fade a bit. you handed him the reports you worked on at home. it was silent for a bit. the tension was slowly creeping back.

“listen, i just want to say,” he started, sighing like he was finally accepting defeat, “i’m sorry for teasing you about… the situation.”

“it’s fine, sir,” you answered, relieved that your voice seemed more confident than you seemed.

“i’ll just tease you about work stuff,” his eye twinkled.

“that’s alright i guess..." you said reluctantly.

“and also… the merger went through. we acquired the bank of fontaine. so thanks again for all your help.”

“of course, congratulations.”

the conversation was professional, it seemed too professional, not like how you interacted literally 3 days ago when everything was normal.

“you look nice,” he says quite quickly. you know it’s because you’re wearing that skirt. he’s trying so hard not to look at it. didn’t he just say he’d stop teasing you about stuff that pertains your feelings? he keeps his mouth open like he has something else to say, "ever since i met-"

“stop it.”

“sorry, sorry,” he stops, giving up, "just... had to say that."

“thanks,” you respond curtly, turning to leave his office.

“by the way, why are you dressed so nice?” he stops you with words you don’t want to hear. words you don't want to answer.

you turn back to face him, not sure what to say. on one hand you could lie like you’ve been lying for the past couple of weeks to him regarding winslow. on the other hand you could tell him the truth, tell him you’re starting fresh. he looks at you with a curious expression and your lips parts slowly.

“i have a date with winslow.”

and it’s like a dam breaks loose.

he stands up immediately, his chair hitting the window behind him.

“what?” his voice is low, “you have a date?”

you just nod.

“so you kiss me and push me away and suddenly you have a date with him?” his voice rises.

“i wanted to start fresh and-”

“are you sleeping with him?” he asks quietly, “is that where you disappeared two days ago? did you sleep in his bed?”

you’re surprised at his questioning. frustration builds up on his face as he leans forward on his desk, waiting for your answer. you’ve never seen this side of him. you consider it a sort of payback to all the times he’s made you angry. his eyes get darker when you wait a bit to drag it out, probably a bad idea.

“no, i just flew home early,” you finally answer. he exhales.

there’s a pause.

“you clearly don’t like him,” he starts, “not like you like me.”

now he’s starting to piss you off, starting an argument when you have to practically leave for your date.

“and how do you know that?” your voice rises, questioning him.

“it’s obvious,” he spits out, “the way you responded to my kiss yesterday. the way you were grinding against me like an animal in heat-”

“that doesn’t-” warmth rises to your face.

“your lips practically told me,” he shot back. then he goes quiet and that unreadable expression is back, only this time you know what it is, regret. mixed with a sort of hunger.

“does he make you feel that way?” he speaks slow.

you’re warm, so warm, and his words are lapsing straight to your core. this is so not like him and you hate the way your body is betraying you right now.

“you’re not being genuine ok!” you exclaim, ignoring how his gaze is making you practically throb, “i don’t trust you. i think you’re just leading me on… a-and clearly you are because you’re always fucking some new girl every week. i don’t want to be that kind of girl to you. i already told you i’m not that kind of girl!”

“i hav-”

“let me finish!” you interrupt and he stops, “also i’m your secretary and that just complicates everything. what would people think? that i’m here to get a promotion?”

he walks around his desk towards you, “let me exp-”

“no!” you point a finger at him as walks toward you, “why are you getting mad at me over one guy anyway? you go out and fuck a new girl every week childe.”

he steps further towards you and sighs.

there’s silence.

“i haven’t fucked anybody since you became my secretary.”

your eyes widen, laced with confusion.

"what?"

and then his lips are on yours.

and this time you don’t push away. he cups your face, pushing you against his desk as he kisses you, his tongue swiping at your lips for entrance. he’s rough. it’s different from what you expected from him and it only just makes you hotter, craving his touch. his lips feel warm slotted against yours and you lean into the kiss further, encircling your arms around his neck.

“i'm going to give you a proper apology,” he breathes out, breaking the kiss and hoisting you up to carry you, “you’re ok with this right?”

“yes,” you answer way too quick.

he places you on his desk and you’re grateful that anyone passing by the window on the door won’t see it by the way it’s angled.

he continues kissing you, moving his lips to your neck, kissing from your upper ear to your collarbone.

“c-childe..” you sigh out, to which he looks up at you.

“ajax,” he corrects. that’s right. his real birth given name. you nod as he goes back to kissing your neck and you intertwine your fingers with his soft ginger hair.

he fiddles with the buttons on your suit jacket, practically ripping it open, and his breathe hitches as he sees your white blouse.

“you were going to wear this for him?” he asks. you don’t answer but he just shakes his head, “i’ve seen it first so it doesn’t really matter does it?”

he palms your breast, rolling your nipple underneath his finger. you whimper quietly and he leans your chin to his mouth again, kissing you slowly. his other hand slips underneath your skirt and one swipe of his finger on your panties has you gasping.

“you’ve been wet this whole time haven’t you?” he’s smirking. he knows he's right.

“i haven’t even touched you properly,” he breathes out, “and you’re this wet for me?” you look away but he just moves your chin toward him again. at the same time, his finger moves the thin cloth of your panties to the side and he plunges his finger quite easily to the second knuckle.

“ajax!” you cry out, your eyes widening as you gaze up at his. your hand flies down to clutch his wrist, but it only makes him move faster as he inserts a second finger with ease. he starts pumping his fingers, using his thumb to encircle your clit.

the pleasure you feel is immense, white hot and coiling. his fingers are long and as they hit that spongy spot inside, you gasp out his name again, closing your eyes.

“could he fuck you like this?” he asks, his voice low in your ear, “could he fuck you to where you’re saying his name?”

your lashes flutter as he curls up into you, the throbbing in your lower abdomen threatening to unravel. your other hand clings tightly to his shoulder as you roll your hips into his hand.

“could he?” he asks again.

“n-no,” you stammer out shamelessly, clenching around his fingers as he says that. it sends you over the edge immediately. he pumps his fingers through waves of pleasure, not stopping even when they subside. you grip at his wrists limply, whining his name.

“you can give me one more right, baby?” he asks, his voice a husky whisper against the shell of your ear. his fingers move faster in and out of your cunt and your arousal makes loud, squelching sounds. you press your hand over your mouth, trying to prevent the entire office from hearing you.

“answer me,” he says, “or i’ll stop.”

“y-yes,” you whine quietly, the pressure building up again.

“yes what?” he asks, pressing down on your clit now. your hands grip his shoulders harder as you say his name quietly.

“no,” he says, “try again. you’re always calling me this.”

you realize it as he starts pumping into you again, deeper this time as he scoots your hips closer to give him easier access. his fingers find your g-spot and he brushes against it repeatedly.

“y-yes.. sir,” you gasp out, biting your lip and bucking into his hand as you cream on his fingers for the second time. your arousal coats your thighs and the desk beneath you. he pulls out of you this time, slow like he wants you to savor it, and looks at the strings of your arousal dripping on his hand. you turn in embarrassment.

“i had to get you ready,” and you realize what he means.

“p-people will hear us ajax-” but he just shushes you.

“i’ve thought about this for a very long time,” he starts, his free hand fumbles with his belt buckle, “and i didn’t mean to hurt you. i have to show you how truly sorry i am,” he pulls his undershirt out of his trousers. he’s straining against them and you clearly see the outline of his bulge.

“you idiot,” you shout, voice practically a whisper, “why couldn’t have this waited? i forgive you ok?”

“ah so that’s where all that anger went,” he chuckles, noticing your frustration creeping up.

“childe…” you say exasperated, still breathless at the aftermath of the two back to back orgasms he just coaxed out of you on his desk. he puts his forehead on yours for a moment, stopping his hands.

“i've liked you as soon as you walked into my office,” he starts quietly, "i went on dates to distract myself of thinking of you.. i couldn't even take any of them home and just started lying to you about them."

a slight tinge blushes his cheeks like he's embarrassed.

"i'd wait for the times you'd come to my office and argue with me about some stupid thing. i thought about what you were doing any time i was free. i never meant to lead you on..." he breathes out.

"why'd you always tease me then?" you asked quietly.

“it’s just how i show my love i suppose,” is all he says as he moves his mouth to your lips again. his free hand trails up your thigh, landing at your hip.

"you know you were wearing this skirt when you yelled at me for the first time," he states, fiddling with the fabric of it. your eyes widen as you remember. it was about something completely stupid too, he accidentally shredded the wrong file and you couldn't control your temper anymore.

"i knew i wanted to fuck that attitude out of you right then and there."

and you throb. you throb so pathetically hearing that.

your hands encircle his neck again as your movements become erratic. he unzips his trousers, using your arousal on his fingers to coat his hard cock. he's big. you swallow just looking at it. he notices and smirks.

"you're still ok with this right?" he asks again. you start unbuttoning the shirt under his suit, letting your hand trace his abdomen all the way to the tuft of dark ginger hair above his cock.

"yes, just fuck me ajax."

he kisses you again, more fervently this time, and latches your legs around his hips. he aligns his tip with your folds and your breath hitches as he rubs it against the wetness. then suddenly, he's in, engulfed all the way to the base.

"o-oh fuck," you gasp out in surprise. the pressure is intense and tears well up instantly as you try to accommodate to his size.

"you're squeezing me so tight baby," he practically moans, feeling the way your cunt flutters around him. you feel every vein. every drag. every curve and stroke.

he pulls back out before slowly pushing in again and you lean your head back, covering your mouth with your hand. he repeats the same motion before sliding back in, taking his time like he's memorizing how the inside of your cunt feels like.

you whine out his name, wanting him to speed up. and he does. pounding into you harder, connecting your bodies in repeated thrusts.

"ajax. ah-ajax s-someone's going to hear us" you stammer out into your hand as the room fills with the sounds of his hips snapping against yours.

"relax," he says, but you know his restraint is tipping. his hips falter a little like he's reminding himself as well. his hand travels up your blouse and he kneads the soft flesh of your breast.

"ajax!" you whine, "people will hea-"

"why do you want to be so quiet today?" he asks, looking down at you as his pace continues, relentless. you just bite your lip, preventing any loud sounds from escaping.

"you're always so angry and now you can't even make a little sound?" he smirks but his voice sounds like he’s really holding himself back. you just close your eyes, squeezing them tighter when his fingers start encircling your clit again.

"c'mon i know you're enjoying this," he taunts and you clench around him, feeling the pressure building up for the 3rd time that evening.

"a-ajax ngh im going to-" and you cum, moaning out as you do so. he grins as he hears you finally, slowly fucking you through the orgasm.

"me too," he says roughly, grabbing your hips tighter as he releases not long after, groaning. you feel him throb inside you as his cum coats your walls. he slides out, collapsing on top of you.

"that was so fucking good," he huffs out, laying his head on your chest. you just pant softly as you look at his office ceiling and close your eyes. the realization hits you. your boss just made you cum 3 times.

your hands find ajax's hair again, twisting it between your fingers.

"i just fucked my boss," you say slowly, sounding out every syllable.

"you mean your boss fucked you," he responds, looking up from your chest to smirk at you. annoyed, you tap his cheek lightly. he stands up and moves you up against him as well, balancing your hips since your knees literally feel like buckling.

he gives you a soft kiss, very gentle compared to the harsh pounding he just gave you. his hands find your waist again and he spins you around, bending you over his desk.

"ajax! wha-"

"i'm not done with you yet," he presses against you and pulls your skirt up higher. you gasp out at the feeling of his hard length against your folds again. your muscles move before your mind and you move back towards him.

"jus- just how much stamina do you have ajax?" you breathe out. his hands grip the fat of your ass and he lines himself up with your cunt.

"a lot," is all he says as he thrusts into you again and this time, you can't control your noise. he stretches you out to tears again as he fucks you, his hips snapping ruthlessly against your ass.

his hands stay at your hips, holding you tight against him so you feel every deep thrust of his cock. your ass ripples against him and you moan out his name shamelessly.

"y-you're cancelling your date right?" he groans out, palming your ass as he watches your bodies connecting.

"ajax.. of course i'm going to can-"

"good," he pauses between pants, "why don't you cancel right now? i can send him a picture... give him a reason to not show up"

"ajax!" you cry out, mortified at his suggestion, "a-absolutely not."

he just laughs behind you, noticing how your cunt clenches harder around him when he suggests that.

"she seems to like it," he says, reaching his hand under you to rub your clit.

you grip the top of his desk, gritting your teeth. your eyes roll back as his strokes hit your g-spot repeatedly. he throbs inside you, feeling your cunt clamping down on him.

"shit.. i'm almost there," he huffs out, "you're getting tighter, baby."

his words affect you more than you'd like and you orgasm for the 4th time all over his cock again. he releases not soon after.

you practically cry out as you finish and he slowly rides the both of you through your orgasm. his pace falters, coming to a stop, and he pulls out.

the air is sickly, full of sweat and sex. he drops on top of you, huffing breathlessly. your legs finally give out and he holds your hips up again.

"so you're going to cancel the date right?" he asks again. you look up at the clock, even raising your head is a chore, it's almost 5.

at that point you're too overstimulated to care. you just nod at him, glassy eyed.

his office was noise proof. not a 100% but his office was noise proof nonetheless. of course this idiot didn't mention it to you before he adjusted your skirt and hair before sending you on your way outside with a small tap to your ass.

you're grateful that your desk is so close to his office. you practically stumble out but regain your composure as he closes the door behind you. no one seems to notice as they're filing out of the office already.

yeah it's definitely time to resign.

and resign he does. practically the next day.

"can i have your attention please.. everyone," he smiles, climbing up on a chair. you cross your arms, pretending you don't know what he's about to say.

"so, in 2 weeks... i will be resigning as managing director for mergers & acquisitions here at fatui capital markets-"

the room breaks out into confusion, someone even starts clapping to which he shoots a look to.

"i'm transferring to the bank of fontaine and your new md is going to be.... arlecchino from the house of the hearth!"

it's silent. then slowly, people start clapping reluctantly.

yeah, they're all scared of her, yourself included. but at least you get to stay as her secretary, it already seemed like she knew of your capabilities when she sent you on that work trip in the first place.

as for you and childe, you start dating officially as soon as his resignation is completed in 2 weeks. he transfers to the bank of fontaine and you get to keep your job, it's a win-win.

he doesn't even have to be there everyday and just goes once a week for his new duties. it works out anyways, now that you could visit each others apartments and not have the office between you.

which is how you end up standing in the middle of your living room, arms crossed, staring at a mountain of little souvenirs from fontaine scattered across the coffee table.

“childe! why did you bring all of this? one gift would’ve been ok!”

he smirks, leaning against your kitchen counter with the same agitating smirk he used to throw across a conference room table. “one gift? my brother says I’m the best gift-giver in all of snezhnaya. i have to convince you too.”

you groan despite feeling eternally grateful, "now I feel like I owe you for all of this."

he steps away from the counter and hugs you from behind, eyes sparkling with mischief. “good, that's the fun part."

you close your eyes and count to 5, your frustration fading as a small smile creeps onto your face.

"fine."

a/n: omg i was giggling writing thisssss the argument was perfect to me. hopefully u guys enjoyed it. i enjoyed seeing childe as a finance bro im ngl. did anyone catch that video link in i put in the email?? also i just wanna say: when the 😺 too good it's got you resigning so you can tap every night...

as always, send me asks/requests if you'd like!

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thinking about the buff wasian man i fumbled in high school who used to draw me attack on titan art and walk me to my classes.

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the secretary: moodboard

boss!childe x secretary!f!reader [n]sfw

in an effort to help you guys visualize as you read, i made a little collage. note that race of the reader isn't specified so these pics are just thought to invoke the overall vibes of the story hehe.

read here: part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3

thanks for all the support. i'm pushing the childe finance bro agenda rn (not as bad as you might think...)

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hearing caleb say "i know honey" genuinely has me falling to my knees. i never thought i'd be into the pet name honey????!!?!?!?

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🛰️ main masterlist ☆ ࿐࿔

genshin impact

question 15

✦ ta!alhaitham x student!f!reader, nsfw

mind the wind

✦ pilot!ifa x airhostess!f!reader, nsfw

fine, i'll babysit

✦ singledad!wriothesley x babysitter!f!reader, nsfw

iron veins

✦ director!wriothesley x actress!f!reader, nsfw

enjoy the pizza

✦ pizzaboy!diluc x f!reader, nsfw

the secretary

✦ boss!childe x secretary!f!reader, [n]sfw

✦ moodboard for the secretary here: [✩]

dating headcanons: childe, sfw

haikyuu

dating headcanons: sakusa kiyoomi, sfw

dating headcanons: kuroo tetsuro, sfw

jujutsu kaisen

the little things

✦ gojo x f!reader, one-shots, sfw

misc

dating headcanons: reigen arataka, sfw

dating headcanons: saitama, sfw

dating headcanons: kagami taiga, sfw