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marvelbbyx · 3 years ago

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Dating Jealous!Envy Adams Headcanons:

Request: @anon “heyy could you do envy adams jealous headcanons? love your write <33”

Author’s Note: I hope I did you justice anon, lmao I kinda went on a tangent. But enjoy!

Warnings! Drinking? Lol.

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•You and Envy had been together now for five months, meeting at a club you once worked at—you were hastily making drinks as she was performing their latest song.

•You paused to wipe the sweat from your brow, locking eyes with hers for fleeting minutes before resuming to make drinks, you almost spill a glass of Rum and Coke on some guy’s lap when you feel her stare again.

•After the concert, you were left alone to close down the bar, you were already elbow deep in scraping gum off the bar stools when you see knee-high red boots stop in front of you.

•Any person would be LYING if they said they weren’t embarrassed being found on the floor—covered with gum residue—in front of Envy Adams herself.

•You probably smelled bad too come to think of it.

•You shot up to your feet, gum riddled scraper in hand when you nervously introduced yourself, she was just as breathtaking up close…pin straight platinum blonde hair adorned with a silver spiked hair tie, dark brown eyes with black smokey eyeshadow, and vibrant red lipstick painting her naturally pouty lips.

•Her voice was deep and slightly raspy when she says, “Hi, I’m Envy.” Not Envy Adams. Just Envy.

•Your knees went weak, “Um…I was just closing up shop, but do…do you want a drink?”

•The blonde smiles, biting the corner of her lip, “I’d love one.”

•”What’s your poison?”

•”Rum and Coke.” She replies sitting down.

•”…perfect.”

•Once you gave her her drink, she didn’t drink it right away, instead folded her hands on the counter.

•You shot her a perplexed look, “Aren’t you going to drink it now?”

•”I want you to drink with me,” She stated, which shocked you even more. Usually you just made the drinks, not drink them too. But you also didn’t want to get fired sooo…

•You too—make yourself a drink—this one a Mojito.

•Envy holds up her glass, you mirroring her actions, you two clink the glasses before taking very long first sips.

•Well, you actually took a long first sip, her on the other hand…downed it as if her life depended on it.

•You could only look in shock and slight amazement that she could drink that quickly.

•She slams the glass down on the counter, emitting a small breath, Envy gazes at you expectantly to do the same…you do.

•You two smile at each other, continuing drink after drink—the rest of the night passing in a blur.

•Now five months in, you quit your job to be on tour with her and the band, it was the decision you’ve ever made; not as many white hairs as before.

•And you were still with Envy, after that night you assumed that she would never speak to you again, returning to her normal life and completely forgetting about you. To your horror you were indeed quite wrong, you found letters filling your mailbox everyday and very expensive flowers being sent to your apartment once a week. All from the same: Envy.

•Envy was quite a hopeless romantic, much to the callous persona everyone knew her for she was the complete opposite with you. Flowers, love notes, chocolates, fancy dinner reservations, you name it—she’d get it.

•You never doubted her feelings for you, she shows you everyday just how much you mean to her.

•At the concerts, she’d never fail to point you out or shout out on stage, “That’s my amazing girlfriend, Y/N! I love you so much, baby!”

•But besides the constant declarations of love and showering of affections, there was always one side of Envy that really got you going…her envy.

•It started off at one of the rehearsals, something small, you and Todd were playing with the Cheetos by throwing and trying to catch them in your mouths, Todd goes to show you how to catch it properly, his hand accidentally brushing against your arm when he does.

•Only the thing was, from Envy’s perspective, it looked like he touched your boob. And simply just laughed about it.

•Mid-warm up she steps down from the stage and goes straight over to Todd, as he was in the middle explaining to you the various exercises a person can do with their mouth, it was then that Envy’s hand collided with his face with a loud smack. Leaving behind a crimson hand print.

•Todd recoiled in shock, “What the fuck was that for?”

•”What the fuck were you doing touching Y/N’s boob like that?” She shouts.

•”I just touched her arm!”

•You were still trying to register what just happened as the two of them argued and you did feel bad for Todd…kind of, but you had to admit this side of Envy excited you.

•”Babe, I’m fine,” You say, hugging and rubbing her arm to calm her down. “He just touched my arm by accident, not my boob.”

•”Are you sure?” She huffed.

•”I promise, love.”

•Afterwards, when Todd was crying and wailing to the band manager, you two were in her dressing room. Studying and focusing on the taste of each other’s lips, Envy starts kissing and sucking along your neck.

•You felt her pause at the base of your neck planting a small kiss there before latching her teeth in the same spot. You mewled softly when you felt bite down harder on your skin.

•She pulled away with a self-satisfied grin, her eyes dark and blown out, drifting from your huge love mark to your eyes, hazed with lust.

•She cups your chin, her breath tickling your upper lip when she whispers, “You’re mine, Y/N…only mine. Don’t you forget that.”

•”Never.”

•Then there was second time it happened…it was at a girls brunch, you and Envy were sitting next to each other and you nearly choked on your eggs when you felt her hand snake up your thigh.

•She was calm about it though, pretending as though she did nothing while you were dying internally.

•One of the girls at the table was your ex at your old job, she made a comment about how good you looked then and now. As a result Envy pulled you into the girl’s bathroom to really appreciate how good you looked.

•Now it was at an interview, it was between the band and an interviewer named Matt Shrapnel, who was by all definitions an asshole.

•In his show, whenever he was interviewing a woman he would always make snide comments or statements about her appearance or her job.

•A miracle that his show lasted this long really.

•Anyway, he was interviewing the band and a question was targeted at Envy, you were backstage watching the interview on the flat screen that was in the room, bracing yourself for whatever that idiot had to say. If he was anything like Todd, he’d get the hell out of there.

•”So, Miss Adams,” He began. “You’re a very attractive woman and it’s no surprise that you found yourself a girl who’s just as good looking if not more than you.”

•You scoffed, “What a fucking dick.”

•You noticed Envy’s face twitch as the guy just kept talking, she gave a bitter laugh, “Well, you should know a lot about that, Matt, considering that your wife can’t say the same about you.”

•The audience erupted into a sea of laughter, Matt sat in his seat, shocked that she made a comment like that. On HIS show.

•”Anyway,” Matt cleared his throat. “Miss Adams, would you say that you’re a fashion icon?”

•”A lot of planning and consideration goes into my outfits, in fact, my girlfriend helps me pick them out.” She says smugly.

•This earned an “oooooh” from the audience.

•”Oh, got it. So do you help her dress like a hooker too?” He questions with a laugh. “I mean, I’d want her to dress like that too if I wanted to show off her body like that—“

•Envy rose to her feet angrily, her hands balled into fists at her side. She storms over to Matt’s side, the other band members attempted to hold her back as she goes to hit him.

•You’re watching from room the scene playing out in front of you, Envy and the band screaming at Matt while he hid behind one of his larger security guards, the show was now something out of Jerry Springer.

•You managed to make out your girlfriend’s voice, yelling out, “Leave my girlfriend’s name out of your goddamn mouth! Or next time I won’t be stopped!”

•And she’s not joking.

[I didn’t mean to give Will Smith energy. 😂]

#envy adams imagine #envy adams x reader #envy adams #brie larson #scott pilgrim vs the world #marvelbbyx

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para-imperium · 3 years ago

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Ethane Horizons

Jerald shivered as he climbed into the cabin of his rig. He regretted, once again, that he’d chosen lynx biomods instead of snow leopard with its heavier fur when the Company had offered them upon his emigrating to Surtur. He’d had the impression that hydrocarbon mining would somehow be warmer, but no, the executives weren’t wasting any of the valuable gases on heating up their workers, while they stayed in their well-insulated bunker offices. He let out a misty sigh and slammed the door behind him before slotting the starter chip into the dashboard.

The mining rig began the laborious process of starting up, giving Jerald time to wonder who had driven this rig before. The colossal walkers largely ran themselves, but he hadn’t used this particular rig before, to his trained eye it was subtly different from the others. Usually the Company put a driver on a single rig until either the driver or the rig was taken out of service, however that might happen. His normal rig had gone in for maintenance the day before, and this one had been available. He wondered to himself if its last driver was still with the Company, or if they’d found some way out of the Company’s leonine contracts?

Almost automatically he reached for the throttle and set the rig in motion. Six legs lifted and set themselves back down in alternating pairs as Jerald steered slowly out of the refinery yard. The radio crackled. “Rig 23 be advised, there’s been reports of raider activity in your sector recently.”

Jerald paused before transmitting his acknowledgment. Was that what had happened to the rig’s prior driver? He quickly checked the rig’s rudimentary weapons systems as he responded. “Warning received, any advice?”

“Shut off your radio as soon as you’re clear of the refinery. They can hack you while it’s on.” The dispatcher replied. “And don’t be shy about shooting back.”

The lynx driver grimaced. “Roger that.”

It took ten minutes just to leave the yard. Jerald kept the radio on for half an hour as he trudged away from base, shivering in his parka. By the time he remembered to switch it off the drive system’s waste heat had finally started to bleed into the cabin. He glanced at the autopilot’s map, four hours to the drill site. He strongly considered taking a nap as the endless white fields stretched before him, hypnotically tempting him to close his eyes for just a moment…

Jerald blinked awake as the rig jolted to a stop and the autopilot announced “you have arrived”. He looked out the window towards a field of ice that looked no different from the frozen plains behind him. However the sonographic readouts showed him the presence of a large lake of liquid underneath, almost certainly the blend of methane and ethane that the Company paid him to harvest. He swiveled in his chair for the “interesting” part of his job and started up the drill controls. Almost as soon as the screens started up he was inundated with red warnings about ice coating the drill arm, with a groan of predictable annoyance, he sealed his parka as best the cheap garment could manage against the biting wind and swung the door open.

Quickly slamming the door shut behind him dislodged a few ice chunks from the window set in the door. Jerald turned towards the gantry that led to the drill arm and glanced down towards the snow covered metal floor. Cautiously he swept away a patch of snow with a booted foot to confirm that it was, indeed, hiding a trail of treacherous ice. The lynx lifted his wide boot to knee height above the gantry, and brought it down with as much force as he could muster, bringing a satisfying crack as the blunt spikes drove into the ice.

Even with cleats stomping across the frozen gantry was painfully slow, Jerald was starting to feel as frozen as the steel by the time he reached the drill arm, folded up against the rig’s massive gas tank. The lynx looked at the icicles hanging from the arm’s joints, glanced down at the small plastic scraper the Company had issued him, and groaned. He cursed the Company mechanics who had let this rig lie idle so long without making any effort to curb the ice buildup as he whacked repeatedly at the nearest icicle.

Jerald was working on a particularly pernicious chunk of decimeter-thick ice when he happened to glance up and spot at least half a dozen specks of light in the sky. He was fairly certain there weren’t any birds this close to Surtur’s poles so he angrily punched the ice chunk, causing a small flake of it to crack off, and turned to run back to the cabin. He slipped on his fourth step, just barely catching the railing in time to avoid slamming face-first into the gantry, and continued shuffling more carefully across the gantry. By the time the cabin was nearly in arm’s reach he could see the rig’s AA gun swiveling to track the raider drones but not firing without authorization from a living operator. Was that the wind? Or was it the engines of the drones coming in?

Frantically the lynx yanked open the door and removed his glove without bothering to close the door again, he stabbed his frigid fingers at the touchscreen and pushed every “fire” button he could see. His ears rang with the explosion of the gun firing automatically, unmuffled by the cabin walls. Disoriented by the sound he reached for the door handle just as his own gun’s blasts were joined by the staccato fire of machine guns and bullets pinging off of the rig’s hull. Now rightfully scared for his life, Jerald struck out with his arm like a snake and yanked the door back before curling into a ball.

After what seemed like an eternity the machine gun fire stopped and Jerald almost dared to look up. But the AA gun’s blasts were soon joined by a new sound, an annoyingly high-pitched alarm screaming “possible missile detected!” Startled to action, Jerald leapt up to the screen and stared intently at what it showedhim. An unusually large drone was veering off from the rig as a small elongated object fell towards him, the targeting computer highlighting the descending object with a “critical priority” tag as it ignored the other drones and found a firing solution for the thing it had decided was a missile. But as the lynx watched the object unfolded a set of membranous wings and swerved to avoid the incoming shots.

Jerald followed the strange winged thing’s descent, at first terrified, but soon more intrigued. He could see no sign of a drive plume trailing behind it, and it was flexing unlike any missile or drone he had ever seen, making him wonder who had made it and from what? It almost reminded him more of something he’d seen in extreme sports instead of a mechanical device, like a…

The lynx remembered where he’d seen that kind of thing before. Frantically he looked around the screen for an icon he’d never seen before, but if it existed now would be the time. Cursing himself he poked a button he hadn’t intentionally clicked since training. “Voice controls activated.” The computer announced.

“Stop attacking!” He shouted.

“Command not recognized.” The computer replied.

“Cancel targeting solution!” He tried again.

“Unable to comply.” The computer said, firing off another shot that the flier barely dodged.

“Why not?!” Jerald asked skeptically.

“Sorry, I didn’t get that. Could you be more specific?” Jerald was getting reminded rapidly why nobody ever used voice controls.

He took a deep breath and tried to speak more carefully. “Why can you not cancel targeting solution?”

“Anti-missile point defense supercedes organic commands.” The computer explained.

“That’s not a missile!” The lynx shouted. “That’s a flight suit! It’s a person!”

The AA gun’s next shot caught the flier square in the center of mass, shredding their wing membranes and sending out a reddish cloud of mist as they tumbled to the ground, far away from the rig. “Command not recognized.”

Jerald stood there in shock, staring where the figure had fallen while the gun finished shooting down the remaining drones. Only snapping out of his reverie when he heard the computer state “all targets destroyed.”

The lynx sighed, switching the voice interface back off and wondering what he was going to do? It wasn’t likely the flier had survived that blast. The AA gun fired explosive canisters that burst apart into shrapnel mid-air, it could shred flesh as easily as it shredded aircraft wings, if not more so. He might be able to recover the body and turn it over to any family they might have, but the Company might not like having to pay restitution to their clan if they felt vengeful. On the other hand the Company might want to identify a raider who had assaulted their property.

A glance at the clock settled the issue temporarily. He’d lost a lot of time fighting off the raiders and clearing off ice, if he wanted to get the job done before midnight he had to get back to work fast. With a sigh he turned back to the drill controls and triggered them again. With a great creak and groan the drill arm unfolded and reached out over the great patch of ice. The sonogram showed him a shallow pool of ethane within reach of the drill arm, barely enough to fill his tank. However, further from the “shore” there was a far deeper pool, enough to fill a dozen rigs. Company safety regs did not recommend venturing that far onto a gas field while there was still “lower-hanging fruit” so to speak, but the greater pressure would fill him up more quickly. Considering the Company’s penalties for short loads it was an easy decision to make.

Jerald swiveled back to the rig’s mobility controls and pushed the great walker forward, just a dozen massive paces or so, but a significant distance regardless. He stopped over a rocky outcropping suspended in the ice, then quickly he swiveled back and slowly, carefully, aimed the drill head at the precise angle to penetrate the well without shattering its ice cap. This was the tricky part, the whole reason why the Surt Company needed good drillers, one wrong move and the rig would sink into the ice in a cloud of flammable hydrocarbons. He took his time placing the drill head, even with the greater pressure it would take hours to fill the tank, no matter how many minutes he spent getting the angle just right. Finally, he felt confident enough to start the drill.

The rig shook with the vibrations from the drill’s rotation, grinding into meters-thick ice. For several teeth-grinding minutes Jerald watched the drill descend, waiting for any signs of cracking that could spell doom. But it sank into the frigid hydrocarbon liquid under the water ice and began siphoning it out, without incident.

Jerald breathed a sigh of relief and watched the tank fill up. His eye wandered back over to where the flier had crashed, and still lay. With one more glance at the tank fill meter he figured that it would keep running by itself without any need for his input and prepared himself to go outside again.

His cleats hit the ice with a soft “crunch” sound as he dropped from the rig’s boarding ladder. The cat carefully strode over the ice, one step at a time, in the direction of the downed flier. He paused for a second when his eyes spied a crack running beneath the rig’s feet, but he concluded that it must have been there a while if it hadn’t collapsed already and continued on.

He found the blood splatters staining the ice five meters from the body, growing from small red flecks to frozen pools as he came closer. Jerald felt the bile rise in his throat but forced it back down out of fear of having to deal with frozen vomit on his face for the rest of the day. The flier lay face-down in the snow, wingsuit flaps blowing in the wind. He could not tell sex or species from this angle, but he noticed a large socked tail laying on the ground next to them.

Jerald knelt down next to the body, reluctant to lift it now that he was so close. He didn’t know if he could stand to carry them back to the rig and transport them back to base as originally planned. After a minute of consideration he decided that at minimum he had to look the person he’d killed, unintentionally, in the face and reached down to flip them over.

He was surprised by how warm they still felt, and wet. The lynx quickly threw the body onto their back and leapt back in disgust. The body’s chest was a red mess, too thoroughly shredded to make out any features on the right side, though on the left her white jumpsuit bulged out in what looked like a female breast. Their, her, helmet had been shattered on the right side, showing mangled red flesh and skull. Her legs were twisted at unnatural angles that no parahuman bones could accommodate. This time he couldn’t hold it back, Jerald turned away and retched what remained of his breakfast onto the steaming snow.

Jerald shook his head wildly, trying to shake the drops of vomit from his whiskers before they froze. As he was trying to make up his mind on whether to turn back and try to remove her helmet, he heard a cracking sound behind him. Before he could spin around he felt a burning hand grab him by the ankle and drag him to the ground.

The lynx lifted himself off the ground and looked back to see the corpse holding him fast while trying to drag herself closer with her free arm. Her broken legs flailed wildly in the air behind her, as if she was trying to shake them back into place. Jerald screamed as he remembered a dozen holofilms of the Collapse and its horrors.

“Let go! Let go!” He shouted, kicking at the living corpse’s head, but only deflecting off her helmet and receiving a gurgling cry in response. She flipped back over onto her front and dragged herself up his supine frame, digging clawed fingers into his heavy clothes.

Jerald froze as he stared into the eyeless fury of the woman he’d shot out of the sky, bloody carnivore teeth glistening under the shattered visor of her helmet. He hadn’t expected this to be how he died, but who would these days? He made a futile last attempt to fend off her undying strength with his arms before accepting his inevitable demise…

And then a loud series of cracks drew his gaze back towards his rig. A vapor cloud rose around the gigantic walker as it seemed to lean into the ice. Then he saw the rig’s hind feet rise off the ground, it was definitely sinking now!

The downed flier grunted and reached back for her leg, with a sound more like bending metal than anything bones should make she forced it back into shape. Then she leapt awkwardly to her feet, turned away from the sinking rig, and ran at impressive speed for someone with recently broken legs.

Jerald laid there, stunned, for a moment just watching his job sink into the ice. Before he knew it all there was left was a cloud of evaporating ethane and cracks heading straight for him. Moment passed he stumbled to his feet and started running as well.

He ran, faster than he had ever run in his entire life. Cracking sounds behind him motivating him like no gym teacher had managed. He felt himself forced to pant more and more as he ran, but he dared not stop to take a breath. His vision swam from oxygen deprivation and lactic acid, but he kept running. To stop meant death. But he could not run forever and finally he collapsed to the ground, unable to run any more, and blacked out.

Jerald woke an indeterminate time later, the sun had already slipped beyond the horizon but the gas giant Surt glowed like a lantern overhead, far brighter than the moon orbiting his homeworld of Jord. A crunching sound brought his head turning to the side, and what he saw left him both relieved and perplexed.

A woman with a lightly furred head, a pointed snout, round ears, and dark circles around both eyes was eating some kind of ration bar. She swallowed her mouthful and spoke. “Oh good, you’re awake.” She stood up and approached him. “I was wondering if I’d have to carry you all the way back home.”

Jerald started to lift an arm, only to see that he was wrapped in a heavy sleeping bag. Confused and wondering what was going on he looked around frantically. Behind him he spotted the side of a mountain, he remembered seeing a mountain range on the map to the well site, but that had been kilometers back hadn’t it? The raccoon took another bite of her ration bar, prompting the lynx to ask “I don’t suppose you have any more of those, do you?”

“Yes,” she said dryly. “But given how much biomass I have to replenish after you shot me down, I think I’m entitled to the rest of them.”

The lynx’s eyes widened as he recognized the white jumpsuit the raccoon was wearing, and spotted a broken helmet lying on the ground nearby. He squirmed away from her as best as he was able, wrapped up like a burrito in the sleeping bag. “Please,” he begged. “Don’t eat me.”

The raccoon snorted. “You’re not my type.”

“But,” Jerald blathered. “You’re a ghul!”

Before he could blink the raccoon had crossed the campsite, lifted the lynx off the ground, and thrust her masked face into his. He could smell the remnants of dried blood as he stared into her brown eye. Now that he was close he noticed that her right eyelid was closed, and oddly flat. “Listen very carefully Company man.” She said. “Ghuls have malfunctioning leukosynths that autocannibalize their own flesh, driving them to seek out the nearest convenient source of replacement biomass.” She opened her eyelid, revealing a hollow socket with what looked like a pus-filled blister glistening on the back. “As you can see, mine are working perfectly.” Jerald’s tufted ears picked up a growl coming from the raccoon’s midsection, and she dropped him with what seemed like embarrassment.

Jerald watched her bend over a pack of some kind and pull out more ration bars. “Who are you?” He couldn’t help from asking. “And why did you save me?”

The raccoon gulped down a bar before turning back to answer. “You can call me Horizon,” she said. “And it’s what I came out here to do.” She snapped the other bar in half, “as ungrateful as you were.”

“I didn’t know you were a person!” He tried to apologize. “The computer thought you were a missile, and wouldn’t let me shut off the target lock.”

“That figures.” Horizon squatted down next to Jerald and held out half the bar. “Typical Company disregard for parahuman life.”

“I don’t think they expected somebody to drop on top of one of their rigs in a wingsuit.” Jerald suggested as he wriggled his arm free of the sleeping bag.

“I kind of doubt that.” The raccoon crunched up the other half of her ration bar. “So, what did they tell you we were? Pirates?”

Jerald noted the Belter twang she put on that last word, he paused as he tried to recollect how she’d pronounced everything else. He could have sworn she was Jordian like himself. “Raiders,” he replied.

“What? Like this is the wastes?” Horizon asked in response. “No offense, but that was a lot of hardware we threw at you for what, 90 kilos of food?”

“And about a hundred kiloliters of ethane.” He added.

Horizon sighed. “Now why would we want to steal that?”

“It powers everything on this moon.” Jerald claimed. “Heat, lights, engines…”

“And a microliter of the tritium the Company is siphoning out of big daddy Surt up there could power the entire Friendly Society for a year.” The raccoon pointed a thumb at the gas giant hanging overhead. “Fusion isn’t exactly lost technology you know.”

Jerald blinked in surprise at the mention of the one humanitarian organization the Company grudgingly allowed on Surtur. “You’re with the Friendlies?”

“For the past few months at least.” Horizon confirmed.

“And you were saving me?” He asked. “You knew the ice was going to cave in?”

Instead of answering directly she asked him a question. “What did you think that metallic mass you parked on top of was?”

Jerald was confused for a moment, he had parked the rig next to a boulder suspended in the ice, a boulder the size of… “That was a rig?”

Horizon nodded. “They had two rigs out here a week ago. When one went under the other one’s driver bailed out and ran. Fortunately one of our drones spotted him and we picked him up before the hypothermia left him totally irrecoverable.” She sighed. “Such a waste for something that they don’t even need.”

The lynx looked up at the planet, he could almost swear that he saw a Company skimmer streaking across the clouds. “But, they need to save the tritium for spaceships. You can’t burn anything on a ship. It would deplete the life support.”

“Don’t I know that.” Horizon sniffed. “But the truth is, the Company could easily power every ship and station in the Tiere system, plus every village on Surtur, Jord, and Logi. But they prefer to keep their customers hungry.” She turned her head to look towards something Jerald couldn’t see. “We should get going.”

“Why? What’s happening?” Jerald asked. He fumbled for the clasps to the sleeping bag before finding and undoing them, allowing the cat to spill out into the snow.

“Our pickup is incoming.” The raccoon explained. “Unfortunately a Company patrol is moving to intercept them. We’ll have to move to catch up to them first.”

The lynx scrambled to his wide feet. “Why can’t the Company help us?” He asked.

“Aside from their casual disregard for life?” Horizon replied. “Their patrols are pure attack craft, no cargo or passenger space. Friendly drones have modular pods for disaster relief. You’d be frozen solid by the time the Company got a transport out to you.”

Jerald paused to consider. He didn’t know if he believed this strange parahuman, but everything she said sounded disturbingly plausible. Though it didn’t rule out the possibility that she was somehow toying with him before eating him… “You coming or not?” She called out, interrupting his train of thought as she strode away, and he followed almost automatically.

The lynx found himself panting after mere minutes of trying to keep pace with the posthuman raccoon. Her stamina seemed indefinite as she jogged ahead of him, even with her smaller feet and a jumpsuit that looked way too thin to keep her warm in this climate. “How,” he gasped. “augmented, are you?”

“I don’t know.” She replied without even breaking stride. “My crew found an old Federal Guard ship and its drones augged us up to the gills without even asking. Some kind of super soldier program.”

“That would explain a lot.” Jerald panted, slowing his own progress to a crawl. “How much further?”

Horizon looked up. “Not far.” She stopped, staring into the sky. “Shit, the Company’s here too!” She broke into a dead run.

As Jerald struggled to keep up he saw that a bunch of the stars were moving rather fast for celestial bodies, and not just moving, but bobbing and weaving around one another. As he watched one of the stars burst and fell in smoking fragments to the ice below. And Horizon was running straight towards the aerial battle.

“Wait!” He called out, almost tripping on an outcropping of ice. He watched the white-clad figure weave around plumes of rising steam, leaping and somersaulting around bullets hitting the ground. Jerald stopped for a moment just to watch the spectacle of a living wonder of a lost age taunting modern military hardware with her defiant existence. Then a jet of vaporized snow obscured his view of her for but a moment, and when it cleared Horizon laid on the ground, still as the grave.

The lynx froze, uncertain what to do now. He looked around for a possible escape route, but they were on an open field of stark white ice, nowhere to hide. He looked up at the continuing aerial battle, and he saw the mobile stars light up in explosion after explosion. In moments there was only one drone left, and it was flying right for him!

Jerald turned and ran back the way he came, not daring to look back, only to see the drone streak ahead of him. He watched it swing around and descend towards him, and without thinking he turned around again. The lynx was just realizing how stupid it might be to run towards the battlefield when his snowshoe-like paws caught on something sticking out of the ground and sent him stumbling onto his face.

Shaking the snow from his eyes he turned his head towards the thing he had tripped upon. He viewed the familiar sight of Horizon’s body, sprawled on her back on the snow. Jerald looked up and saw the drone circling around him, descending further with every pass. Knowing now that he couldn’t outrun it he poked cautiously at the raccoon’s face. “Horizon?” He asked hopefully. “If you’re still alive, please wake up, I need you.”

She did not respond. The sound of turbines behind him drew Jerald’s attention to stare at a large tilt-rotor drone hovering not three meters away. As he watched a pair of panels began to unfold from the drone’s belly and he heard a voice emanate from its loudspeakers. “You know, you should zig-zag when pursued, force the pursuer to constantly adjust their aim.”

Even through the speakers he thought the voice sounded familiar. “Horizon?” He asked.

The drone responded as the panels it dropped assembled themselves into a box-like shape. “Yeah, you ever use neural induction VR?”

“Do I look like I could afford that?” Jerald responded.

“Fair enough.” The drone drifted lazily towards him. “One of my implants lets me cut out the sensory perceptions of my organic body and remotely control vehicles as if they were my own body. Good thing that last shot came close enough I could fake a hit.”

Jerald stared back at Horizon’s body, now that he wasn’t worried about getting shot he could see that there wasn’t a scratch on her. “So, you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she said through the drone. “Now if you don’t mind, could you load my body into the cargo hold?” The box structure’s door hung open invitingly.

The lynx knelt next to the raccoon and inched his arms under her back and legs, she was surprisingly heavy for her size, which he supposed must be some of her implants. With a grunt he swung her into the drone’s cargo hold and ungracefully pushed the end of her tail in. He stood there waiting for a moment before Horizon added “you coming?”

Jerald took another look around, just to make sure there was no one else coming. Once he accepted that it wasn’t a hard decision. He still wasn’t sure about the posthuman’s claims but it seemed like he’d need to go with her for now if he wanted to ponder it later. He climbed into the drone, awkwardly shoving Horizon’s comatose body further back to make room.

A dim light came on as the cargo bay door closed. “Raccoon air now departing.” Horizon said sarcastically. “Try not to get too handsy in there. My girlfriend can be the jealous type.”

Jerald tried to curl himself into a small ball on the opposite end of the bay from the raccoon.

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vostokovasmelina · 4 years ago

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— 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟑𝐂. (𝐬.𝐰.)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢 | 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

characters: fem!reader; sam wilson; archibald the tabby cat; sarah wilson (mentioned)

word count: 2.1k+

warning: none (no tfatws spoilers yet)

series summary: after the blip, sam wilson gets home to an unpleasant surprise - his key doesn’t fit the lock anymore and his apartment is now inhabited by a stranger and a grumpy feline. however, the unusual encounter is only just the beginning of their post-blip lives and the reader soon learns that what life takes away, it can give back in the most particular ways.

a/n: if this flops, i’m quitting.

Sam was tired. Truly, utterly tired. It felt like he hadn’t felt anything but fatigue for the last few days, the kind that seeps deep into your bones and cozies up in your marrow, the kind that never seems to leave. Like, ever again.

He knew he was probably supposed to call Sarah and tell her he was on his way. They had only talked once since he came back, right before Tony’s funeral, and even that was a rather brief telephone call. His sister had told him there was something he needed to know but Sam had said they would talk once he got to hers. First, he needed some rest. A short nap would do, really. And a cup of strong black coffee. Or maybe two.

He parked his car where he always had; the space furthest to the left, right under his favorite maple tree that looked so pretty in the autumn and kept the inside of Sam’s car relatively cool in the summer. He watched for a while as the light spring breeze played with the fresh green mane of this majestic old lady, and felt a soft wave of calm rush through every tiny particle of him. He was home. The battle was over and he was on his way to his family. He wouldn’t take that nap. He’d just get his stuff out of his car and put Cap’s shield somewhere safe - he would deal with that later.

But he would have that coffee. He did deserve a treat after all.

Sam had no trouble getting inside the building, thanks to a delivery guy leaving right when he was about to enter. He took a deep breath, just a short second before making his way up the stairs to the third floor. He had been told at least a million times that what felt like five seconds to him, had actually been five years for those left behind. And still, the dirty old apartment complex had not changed at all, not even a tiny bit. Everything had stayed the same; the chipped grey paint on the dense walls, the rusty banister, the dusty steps... It felt like a time capsule. It felt safe, it felt like home.

Except it wasn’t anymore.

As soon as he got up to his floor, he knew something was off. He didn’t realise at first but he did approach the door to his apartment more carefully, with a slight shadow of a frown on his face. Sam slowed down his last few steps and looked the door up and down, down and up again, checking every corner for something out of the ordinary, something that was not meant to be there. When he found nothing, he chuckled to himself. So stupid. He had become paranoid. It was only natural given his job but honestly, it had been high time he had calmed down. So he slid his hand into his jacket pocket to grab his keys, and with a small smile lingering in the corners of his lips, he tried to unlock his door.

And that was precisely when his smile fell.

The key just wouldn’t go into the lock. Sam tried to insert every single one of them, even went as far as attempting to force his car key through the tiny hole, which obviously didn’t work. His anxiety was slowly building up in his stomach again and just as he looked down at his key charm, he realised what had made him so suspicious the first time - his doormat was gone. His black scraper had been replaced by a dark green carpet doormat that looked like it was in desperate need for a wash. Or maybe a one-way trip to the dumpsters.

Eyebrows furrowed, Sam looked up at the rusty number 3c on the door and, once sure it was indeed his apartment, he thought he’d try his luck with the doorknob as well. His fingers were already wrapped around the cold metal when the door swung open with such force that Sam froze for a few seconds.

“I’m warning you; I’m armed!”

Sam immediately threw his hands into the air and even took a step back from your doorstep. He was frozen for a few seconds and only relaxed when he saw what you were actually holding in your hands - a tabby cat in one, and a bottle of deodorant in the other. He let out a silent sigh of relief at the sight and slowly brought his arms back to his sides, but he made sure to stay put and not to approach you just yet.

“It’s alright! I mean no harm.”

* * *

Several minutes later your heart was still racing, threatening to punch a whole through your chest and making a getaway down the corridor. However, you slowly relaxed your muscles as your breathing started to calm down, too, still staring the stranger dead in the eyes and making sure to hold Archie as steadily as your shaking hand could. Once you had decided you trusted the words of the man standing before you, you dropped your other hand holding the almost empty - and therefore useless - bottle. However, you did keep your distance and wrapped your now free fingers tightly around the doorknob on the inside, ready to smash it into his face the moment it would be necessary.

“Can I help you?” You asked, cradling your uninterested cat closer to your chest and burying your fingers deep in his soft fur. You raised a wary eyebrow at the stranger standing in your doorway who himself seemed just as suspicious as you were. As if he had any right to.

“Yeah...”

You watched him look you up and down, your little grey feline jumping to your defence and staring the man dead in the eyes as if daring him to spend one more second eyeing you. And it worked. With a tiny frown he looked you in the eyes again and continued. Good job, Archie.

“Who are you?”

You thought he was joking. So you laughed and then saw the man’s face and then felt bad. He was absolutely not joking. He was genuinely confused and obviously had no idea who you were. And it was not like you were a celebrity around here but you had built quite a decent following of fellow plant-lovers over on Instagram, so you were actually mildly offended.

But it was alright; you decided to let it slide and give this stranger a chance. Who knows, maybe he had been following your updates on your snake plant stories. He did look like a snake plant kind of guy.

And maybe you could also clear up the confusion around why he had been trying to break into your home just a minute ago.

So you told him your name and when he still looked as confused as ever, you looked at him expectantly, shifting Archie’s weight from one arm to the other.

“And... who are you?” You finally decided to help him out and even offered him a tiny smile, which evaporated the second you heard his answer leave his lips.

“Sam Wilson. I-”

“Sam Wilson?” You cut him off and stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process the information. The longer you looked, the more obvious the similarities got and you cursed at yourself silently for not having realised it before. Sarah had warned you about it the moment the news broke out but she had also promised to deal with it and let you know once she had enlightened her brother. You had been expecting a phone call or maybe a text, definitely not the brother himself right on your doorstep.

“Yeah. Why?”

You had already opened your mouth to answer but were interrupted by Archie who had obviously had enough of being cradled like a baby and since the drama seemed to have ended, he was no longer interested. You let him land on the floor gently and nudged him in the direction of your tiny living room before turning back towards Sam and opening the door several inches wider.

“You know, I really think you should come in.”

“No, I have to call my sister and-”

“You haven’t called Sarah yet?!” You exclaimed, stopping in your tracks and shaking your head ever so slightly. “She’s gonna be so pissed, man.”

You watched him furrow his eyebrows and do that thing again where he looked you up and down, down and up again as if you could be an alien in disguise trying to lure him into some intergalactic trap. As if you hadn’t just tried to protect yourself with an empty deodorant bottle and a kitten. Sam Wilson clearly was a poor judge of character.

“Yeah, I know your sister, get over it. Would you please come inside?”

You put on your most friendly smile just for him and stepped aside, gesturing Sam inside the apartment you both knew so well. He gave you one last wary look before stepping over the threshold, and you rolled your eyes at him behind his back before closing the door behind the two of you.

* * *

“Tea? Or maybe coffee?” Sam heard from behind him and did a double take before turning towards you, already making your way to the tiny kitchen area divided from the living room only by a worn wooden table. Sam watched you take out two identical white mugs from one of the cabinets and felt his stomach jump up into his throat and fall back into its place again; that was exactly where he kept his mugs, too. Well, used to keep them.

“Oh, ugh, coffee. Please. Black. One sugar.”

He saw you nod and get to work. Sam did wait for a while for you to start the conversation and finally explain to him what was going on. When that didn’t actually happen, he turned his head to look around, trying to shake off the weird feeling he had seeing you feel so at home in what used to be his home just a few days ago. Or five years ago. Question of perspective.

The first thing Sam noticed once he had actually taken the time to look around was green. What, at first glance, had slipped his attention was now screaming at him from every corner of the apartment. The living room was filled to the brim with houseplants. There were handsome little pots of plants on the windowsills, on the bookshelves, even on the kitchen counter. What hadn’t fit higher, got place on the floor.

You had turned the apartment into a botanical garden.

“Hey, plant lady? Is this even legal? It feels illegal.” He gestured all around the room and you followed his movement with your eyes, a tiny grin creeping its way onto your face but disappearing the very next second. Sam tried his best to play along and act like he hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh would you look at that, you can actually form full sentences,” you teased, giving him a side-eyed look before handing him your mug filled with hot black coffee, which Sam took gladly, ignoring the drop of sarcasm in your voice.

“Those are actually fine,” you continued after the first sip of your tea and pointing at the cat yawning on the dirty old couch in the middle of the living room. “Archie is the only problem here. But hush, he’s a secret.”

“How can you keep a cat here in secret?”

“I bribed the superintendent,” you whispered, leaning a little closer to Sam and flashing him a perfect albeit forced smile.

“Old Charlie? No way!” Sam scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“O-ho, yes way! Everyone has a weakness and I’ve found our old Charlie’s.”

“Which is...?”

“... a secret I’ve vowed to take to the grave with me,” you replied and gave emphasis to your words with a tiny nod of your head, leaving Sam slightly disappointed but smirking nonetheless.

In the short silence that followed, he took another sip of his hot coffee, enjoying every millisecond of the burning, bittersweet sensation before finally addressing the elephant in the room. Because even though his suspicions had somewhat settled, Sam was still completely confused about how on Earth you could possibly know his sister and talk about her so casually. And you must have been thinking of the same thing because as he looked at you above his now half empty mug and your gazes met, you closed your eyes and let out a sigh, gesturing towards the small kitchen table.

“Let’s talk, I guess.”

* * *

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ka-za-ri · 5 years ago

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Personal Assistant pt. 1

Hi. I’m in complete and utter Obey Me! Hell Enjoy some Lucifer x MC smut shamelessly put into a modern day CEO!Lucifer AU. Many parts to come. I’m completely covered in filth and thirst. Unbeta’d because we die like heroes here. Let me go back to being a gremlin now.

Paring: Lucifer x MC Wordcount: 5,000 ish Genre: Shameless, filthy smut Tags: Multiple Orgasms, sex on a desk, Finger fucking, overstimulation

Part 2: here Part 3: here Part 4: here Part 5: Here Part 6: Here Part 7: Here Also found on Ao3: Here

Lucifer has been sent to the human realm to study them and acclimate to and learn about their behaviors. By some miracle, you landed a job interview with his illustrious company as his personal assistant. A lot of extra work not listed on the job posting is required of you, to say the least.

Part 1: Interview

Adapting to the human world wasn’t hard. Humans were after all, predictable little things, easily swayed by their desires, it didn't take much effort at all to make them bend to his will. Lucifer’s time thus far ‘learning’ about the human realm had netted him a sizable company under his control. It wasn’t long before he became bored of that. Being a CEO of Akuzon meant many things. One being that he was always busy and needed some help around his office. Previous attempts at having a personal assistant failed him as they never satisfied his needs and kept up with the workload.

Somehow, you found yourself looking at the ad in the paper and hastily applying to the job It seemed too good to be true. It paid well, was for a reputable company, was close to home, and you fit the criteria listed. It was a shot in the dark, you knew there must be hundreds of others clamoring for the position as well. However, much to your surprise only a couple of weeks passed when you received an email requesting your presence for an interview.

The office building was massive, fitting right in with the many sky scrapers of the city. After putting on the best interview clothes you had and making your makeup was on point, you had thought you were ready for anything. Seeing the building and stepping inside it’s grand spaces had you faltering for a moment, a shiver of nervousness running down your spine. Almost everyone in the vicinity stopped what they were doing to see who it was at their front door. The nervousness increased as their gazes bored down into you, making you think you had gotten the wrong building.

“Are you here for an interview?” A young lady at the front desk asked cheerfully, noticing how lost you seemed.

“Ah! Yes! I am! For the position of Lucifer’s secretary.” You explained, relieved that there were some helpful people there.

The lady raised an eyebrow, surprised that someone so green would be chosen for such a high ranking position, but didn’t press the issue any further. Dialing a few numbers into the phone at her desk, she made a quick call. “Yes, she’s here… I’ll bring her right up.” She looked up at you, a sweet smile on her face and got up to guide you to the elevators on the other side of the floor. “He’ll be ready to see you once you get to his floor.”

“His floor?”

“Yes. His office is one of the top floors of the building. As his secretary, you’ll be responsible for taking care of it as well as any other duties he asks of you.” She explained. “You’re so lucky… I applied for that position ages ago, but couldn’t pass the interview phase. I hope you fare better than me.”

“I hope so too…” You agreed, hoping to hide the shaking in your voice.

The trip to the top floor seemed to stretch forever. The light music in the background did little to soothe your anxiety as you watched the numbers climb higher and higher until they stopped at 60 and the doors slid smoothly open after a soft chime.

“Well, this is where I leave you. He’s right beyond those doors.” The lady gave you a small reassuring push forward and before you could have any second thoughts, the doors closed and you were left alone, facing tall frosted glass doors. Taking one last stuttering breath, you took the steps forward to push open the doors. They were much heavier than expected and after a bit of a struggle, you finally managed to open it.

Before you sat the most impeccable man you had ever seen. The very image of power in a young and handsome man. The name plate placed at the very edge confirmed to you that he was indeed to be the man who was going to be conducting the interview. It was difficult to get your mind past how handsome he was. His perfectly parted hair framed his face and its long, delicate features. He wore a black fitted suit, one that probably cost more than any number you could imagine. Each stitch in its place to accentuate the lines of his body and to cut an imposing figure, even when seated. Everything about him oozed control and power. You had every right to be nervous.

He sat behind a massive desk; the only documents in front of him were what you expected to be your files. Most everything else, save for his nameplate, had been cleared off. If he had done this to intimidate you, he was doing an exceptionally good job without even saying a damn thing. “Come in. Have a seat. I’ve been expecting you.” He beckoned and gestured at the seat in front of him, his eyes raking up and down your figure, assessing everything about you. All the while, you were powerless to deny his request. His voice was soothing, low and lulled you into a strange sense of security.

Sinking into the seat in front of the desk, you sat just at the edge, reminding yourself to keep your posture proper and to keep your appearance as professional as possible. You needed to employ every trick in the book in order to succeed in the interview; and Lucifer knew that. His expression was unreadable as he waited for you to settle in, his hands idly flipping through your resume. “So, tell me, what do you think you can bring to this company working for me?”

Ah, there it was, the interview questions. You had prepared for this and the answer you rehearsed fell easily from your lips. “I have a lot of experience in working as an office manager. I understand that my duties may extend past what was listed in the job posting. However, I am willing to take in the extra hours and to work whatever job is given to me to ensure that your position and your reputation remains as impeccable as it has always been since the start. I will bring a new level of efficiency in your workflow and I will be a great asset to your company as such.”

He hummed, seeming uninterested in what you had to say. You began to sweat a bit at the back of your neck. Perhaps he had expected something more unique? Once again, he flipped through the pages of your resume, not really reading anything, just looking at the information you had put down. “I see… And how do you deal with pressure or stressful situations?”

Again, another question you had prepared for. “The easiest way to diffuse stressful stressful situations or overwhelming workloads is to make extensive lists. I like to break things down into their basic components so that large tasks are much more manageable in a timely manner.

He hums again, a vague sound of approval this time, nodding only slightly before making a mark on the papers in front of him. “Very good. Final question. How do you like to be managed?” His eyes flick up to you and there’s something in the way he gazes in your direction that makes your heart beat faster. There was something in the way his eyes trailed up and down your body that had you sitting up straighter than before.

“As long as I have clear direction, I will be able to work independently or as a team as needed.”

Much to your surprise, Lucifer smiles at the answer, circling something on the paper before getting up and sauntering over to you. “That’s very good to hear.” he said quietly, turning to look out the floor to ceiling windows to the cityscape his office overlooked. “There will be a lot of times where I can be demanding and ask you to stay later than usual hours. Will your priority still be this job if I ask this of you?”

You swallowed, not sure how you felt about the question, his tone had an undercurrent of electric energy that had you heating up and shivering at the same time. “Y-yes.” You stated after a brief pause, entranced by the curve of his spine and how well his pants fit his ass. “I can do that. I plan on making this position more than a job. I am looking for a career here.”

Lucifer nodded again, still not making any eye contact with you, which gave you plenty more time to ogle at how his posture and his stance against the window struck such a formal and imposing figure. At this point, he could tell you to work three twenty hour shifts in a row and you wouldn’t complain. The prospect of a hot boss, great pay and a job that was close to home was too tempting to you.

“If you accept this position, you will be placed on a probation period, as is customary for this company.” He explained and your heart started to beat faster. Did this mean you landed the job? You couldn’t tell if he was psyching you up for potential disappointment or if he was genuinely starting to offer you the job. “Once I’ve gone over your performance during your probationary period, your salary will increase. Additional raises and bonuses will be offered as I see fit for… exceptional work.” You couldn’t see it, but rather, you felt him smirking at his reflection in his reflection. “Does that sound acceptable to you?”

“Yes…” You breathed, mouth watering at the aspect of being able to make so much money. It was more than any other job you worked for paid.

Humans were such easy little playthings to control.

Lucifer walked back to you, standing in front of his desk and leaning against the heavy wood. “Your job will be of course to do what I request, many times without question. There will be many sensitive documents that you will handle and that requires your utmost confidentiality.”

“I understand.” You said bluntly, trying to calm your heart and your breathing to no avail.

“You understand that this position also may also involve some after hours activities which I will ask for you to partake in. They are not written on the job description, but they are paramount to this position. Don’t worry… I’ll be sure you receive clear and concise directions on exactly what to do as my personal assistant.”

You blinked. The way he worded the phrase seemed off, but you couldn’t put your finger on what. It was odd, he had always referred to the job as ‘this position’ until just now. It was the first time the actual job title until he tugged at the cuffs of his suit, undoing the buttons. “Oh…” You breathed, eyes wide, cheeks blushing brightly when you realized what he meant, the bulge in his pants was all the proof you needed for there to be absolutely no miscommunication. From the looks of it, you could only surmise that he was barely half mast in that state. Fuck, what kind of monster is he hiding in there?

“Before we sign the papers and you accept the job, I would like to do a test run to make sure you’re a good fit for the company.”

“Yes… of course.” You were practically panting, eyes blown wide and cheeks flushed. You pressed your legs together trying to hide the arousal that started pooling there after the realization that you would be servicing your future boss in rather intimate ways. That fact alone had you ready to sign whatever contract he produced in a heartbeat.

“We’ll begin by seeing how good you are at following directions. Stand up, please.” He flicked his fingers upward, eyes traveling up and down your body, knowing exactly the kind of reaction he was pulling out of you.

You were upon your feet in an instant, hands at your side, back straight as a board and your legs together. You barely dared to breathe as he left his spot on his desk to circle you. You could feel his gaze taking in every detail. He was close enough for you to smell the cologne he wore waft past you as he passed your side and you suppressed a shiver.

“What kind of posture is this?” He chided, pressing the spot between your shoulder blades gently, pushing your shoulders back. “Just because you’re standing up straight does not mean you’re doing it properly.” Lucifer tsked, shaking his head slightly. “How do you expect to represent me and this company if you look like a cardboard cut out.” His hands left a trail of goosebumps across your skin as he adjusted your body as he saw fit. Your hands folded neatly in front of you, your legs now just shoulder width apart and your shoulders back, he took another circle around you to reassess your stance. “Much better.” He murmured. “It will do you well to remember how this feels. I won’t be so lenient if I see you looking so foolishly in front of a client.”

You nodded, memorizing just how he had posed your body, reminding yourself to practice in the mirror. You didn’t dare speak unless he gave you permission to, just something about how he stalked around you made it impossible to raise any objections.

“Stay still unless I say otherwise.” Lucifer commanded next. “It’s important that you are at attention no matter what the circumstances. When I ask for your… special services, you will refer to me as Sir.” His finger traced the hem of your pencil skirt, pulling it up just a bit and you fought back the urge to flinch. “But of course, I should say that right now, you have the power to stop this at any time. Understood?”

“Yes…”

“Yes who?” Lucifer’s tone was sharp and the hand playing at the hem of your skirt moved to place a firm spank on your ass. The pain coursing down your leg, you jumped a bit, but remembered his command to stay still.

“Yes… Sir…”

“Good.” He nearly purred, leaning in to kiss the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin and his hand once again traveled to the hem of your skirt, playing with the fabric and pulling it up until he got a good view of the lacy lucky panties you decided to wear that day. “Very good.” he praises, tracing his fingers across the flimsy fabric. Your breath hitches as he brushes light touches across your bare skin. You stay still, demanding that your body stop trembling, though Lucifer can clearly tell just how nervous you are, shaking like a little lamb at his behest. In a show of dominance, he lets your skirt fall back down, cupping your face to pull you into a heated kiss.

Your mind is practically blank at this point, hands still clasped in front of you, gripping each other like your life depended on it while he claimed your lips and took your breath away. At some point you had reciprocated, kissing him back and earning a low growl from the back of his throat as a reward. He pulled away, your lipstick smeared across his face and his eyes glittering in lust as he looked at your disheveled form in perfect posture. “Hmm… yes… I think you’ll fit right into my needs.” He appraised, rubbing his chin and smirking. The expression sends a shiver down your spine but you didn’t dare move.

His hand guides you two steps forward towards his desk. “Bend over.” He commands and you oblige, your chest laying on the surface of the mahogany desk. Your hips flush against the edge of it while your hands stretched out to grasp at what it could to stay still as he asked. He readjusts you again, spreading your legs further, straining the fabric of your skirt. With a tsk of frustration, he pulled the offending piece of clothing up to your waist, letting the cool AC hit the back of your thighs and allowing him to spread your legs even further. In your heels, you could feel your calves tremble as you struggled to keep the position he had set for you. Thankful for the desk to cling onto, you used it to ground yourself as your ass is exposed to him. Your legs spread to the point where you were bent sharply, completely level with the desk and your hot core could feel the air conditioning blow past your heated nether lips. “You look good spread across my desk like this. I’ll be sure to make use of this position often.” He commented, rubbing your ass gently, teasing you through the fabric of your panties. His fingers brush across the wet spot on your panties and you can feel the it mold against your wet heat. Embarrassed, you stifled the whine that formed at the back of your throat. Even if the two of you were on a separate floor from others, you didn’t know if there were others right outside those heavy glass doors.

His teasing seemed to last forever and you could just see how much he was enjoying it whenever you dared to glance up and see your lewd reflection in the mirror with that salacious grin on his face as he fingered you oh so gently and left you on the edge of wanting more. Every time you glanced up even briefly, he always made sure to make eye contact with you in the reflection, knowing just how much you were affected by his basic touches.

Of course, he wasn’t getting out of the exchange with nothing. The slight bulge in his pants earlier had strained into an impressive tent seeing his new assistant splayed out before him, eager to please. Humans were such predictable creatures. Predictable, yet so much fun to toy with. He couldn’t get enough of the soft sighs that came from your lips as you held back your noises. It only made him want to see break for him even more. His slender, manicured fingers finally gave you a little relief, pressing against the wet spot in your panties and following the curves of your pussy lips that had molded themselves there due to your slick. At that, your hips bucked back, urging him to give him more but a firm hand on your lower back stopped any further movements. “I did not say you could move.”

You whined, clutching onto the edge of the desk, your fingers sore and locking up from how hard you were holding on. You weren’t sure how you were going to handle this sort of treatment on the regular when the trial run was already driving you mad with need. As if he could sense your impatience, he finally pulled down your panties, allowing your legs a brief reprieve as he took them off and tossed them to the side before making you resume the position you had held for who knew how long.

“For a trial run, you’re doing very well.” He cooed, smirking as he saw your glistening folds. “I should remind you that there are people still working in the building. We may have a floor to ourselves, but please keep that in mind and don’t scream too loudly now.” He chuckled darkly, tracing the curve of your ass and finally sinking a finger into your heat. Just the feeling of being penetrated by something had you keening and you struggled to keep yourself from screaming. “Ooh, that’s a pretty noise you make… Please make more of those.” he encouraged, slowly sliding his finger in and out of you.

“Y-yes sir.” You panted, your legs ached, but the pain was absolutely nothing compared to the pleasure that was building up in your abdomen just from feeling a finger slowly fuck you. You had come in for an interview and your soon to be boss was unraveling you in ways you had only fantasized about. All the while, Lucifer remained the very image of composure, if it weren’t for his very obvious hard on being pressed against the back of your thigh, you would have thought he was impervious to the scene he had orchestrated. Every time his finger dragged itself out of you, you let out an appreciative mewl, mind reeling as he pressed every button he needed for you to submit completely to him.

You lost track of time and how many times he left you wanting more with how his finger moved in and out of you. At some point, he had added a second, then a third, deliciously stretching you out. You were so wet and ready for him, you could feel your essence drip down your thighs as your legs struggled to keep you upright. Lucifer was patient, he had lived several millennia already, edging you until you were a begging mess on top of his desk for a few hours was absolutely nothing to him.

In a show of surprising restaurant, he pressed hot kisses against the back of your neck, nipping at your skin whenever you let out a particularly breathy sigh. The scent of sex and his cologne enveloped you and you were practically dizzy with need. “Sir…” You whined after he had curled his fingers in you, making you see stars and your walls trembled, clenching around his fingers. “Please… I need more…”

“Oh?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and removing his fingers, much to your dismay. He watched in amusement as your pussy twitched, clenching around air now that his fingers were no longer filling you. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he was surprised how long you had held out before you were begging for him. His erection had pressed against his impeccably tailored pants for so long, it was almost painful, yet, he couldn’t let you have your way just yet. Even if it was a trial, he still wanted to see just how far he could push you. “You think you really deserve more? You haven’t even gotten this job yet.”

His fingers were back on your wet, sopping cunt, sliding up and down your labia, rubbing slow, firm circles around your clit. You wailed, bucking your hips and forgetting the command to stay still until his other hand reminded you by spanking your ass cheek. “No moving.” He growled and you struggled to obey, stilling your body even though every part of you screamed to squirm and beg for him. “You will get more when I decide you get more.”

You could only nod in reply, letting him use your body as he saw fit. “For your next test. You will cum when I tell you to.” he breathed, pressing his finger against your clit, making you choke back a sob of pleasure. “After that, I promise you, you’ll be at the last part of the interview.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do what you want, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir.” You babbled mindlessly, your body aching for relief and release. The torture and pleasure he could pull out of you with just his fingers had your mind jumping to the future to what other things he could elicit out of you.

“Good girl.” He praised, patting your hair in a surprisingly soft gesture. He followed the gentleness with a chaste kiss on your lips before going right back to being the commanding figure you had met him as. He plunged his fingers into you again, knuckle deep and pumping in and out of you furiously, loving the way your walls fluttered and clenched as you held off on your orgasm until he permitted it. “You are so obedient… just what I like.” He praised breathlessly, working you closer and closer to the point of no return.

You couldn’t think straight, you didn’t care if others heard the lewd sounds coming from your lips as you whined, begging for release. You were so close, you wanted to cum so badly, but your determination to pass his test outweighed your desire and you held out until his silky voice whispered the blissful word into your ear. “Cum…” He purred and you gratefully crumbled, your body spasming around his fingers, milking it like it was his cock. Soft whines escaped your lips and tears of gratitude streaked down your face.

“Thank you, Sir.” You panted, blissed out and feeling weightless after such a powerful orgasm. Your vision blurred as you stared blankly at the wall, wondering if this was the end of the interview. Lucifer’s fingers leaving your sore pussy sure seemed to signal that things had reached a conclusion. Glancing up at the reflection in the windows, you flushed bright red when you saw Lucifer lewdly cleaning his fingers off with his tongue.

“Hmm… I think you would do well.” He said once his fingers no longer shone with your essence. He sauntered over to the other side of the desk where you clung onto for dear life. Sinking into his chair, he casually opened up one of the drawers, pulling out a contract and placing it in front of you. “If you believe you can keep up with my demands, then all you have to do is sign on the dotted line at the bottom. He slid you an ornate fountain pen into your hand.

Your trembling digits could barely hold onto the pen and you moved to start reading the contract, going over the terms and conditions of your new position. Most of it was the basic business jargon seen in every typical job. There were a few things that seemed out of place, but in your just fucked state of mind, it was very difficult to focus on what about them seemed wrong. Unable to really think straight about what you were getting yourself into, you placed the pen onto the paper, eager to start your new job.

Just as you the pen started to move, you heard the sound of a zipper being undone and the hard erection you had felt earlier on the back of your thigh now pressed up against your sore pussy. You gasped, eyes going wide at the feeling of being stretched out once again. “Well? Will you sign?” He asked casually, sinking into you inch by inch as you struggled to breath and think, let alone sign a contract.

“Yes… Yes, Sir…” you whined, starting to shakily write your name as he bottomed out inside of you. He hissed, taking a hold of your hips and roughly slamming them back into him to get as much contact as he could. You yelped, unable to write your name at all. Your hips banged against the edge of the desk with every one of his rough thrusts. No doubt, there would be dark bruises there the next day reminding you exactly what you did to get the job you were signing for now.

With each pass, Lucifer lets a little more of himself go, grunting in effort as he relished in the feeling of your hot walls surrounding him. He hadn’t found such an obedient human in a long time. It would be such a fun time for him to push your limits every day you were in his office. What he offered now was only a glimpse of what he had planned for you. Every time your hand stuttered in the middle of signing your name, his grin widened. The closer you were to sealing the contract with him, the closer he was to his own release that he had been holding back for hours now.

“Just a little more…” he urged, slowing down his thrusts so you had at least some time to get a few more letters of your name out. Just as you finished, he let out a primal growl, slamming his hips into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room as he fucked you without abandon. The fountain pen fell from your fingers and you were back to clutching onto the edge of the desk as yet another explosive orgasm started to build in you.

Glancing up into the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of what Lucifer looked like while he was coming undone inside of you, you were surprised at the image you saw. It was only for a brief moment, but you swore you saw horns on him, and dark, feathery wings framing his body. The sound of the pen you dropped falling to the floor broke the illusion and the image of the prim and proper business man with an utterly feral look was all you saw.

He knew he wouldn’t last long once he entered you and so, he chased his release inside of you. As soon as the contract was signed, he was done for. His hand snaked around your abused waist to reach for your clit, bringing you to climax in time with his own. With a grateful groan, he released all the pent up tension in him, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you while your walls spasmed around him, milking every inch of him and accepting what he had given you. “Very good…” he cooed, his eyelids fluttering as he relished in the rush that came after such an explosive climax.

You whined, your body bruised and beaten, but also feeling absolutely boneless and euphoric. You hadn’t experienced anything like that before and it was all rather mindblowing to say the least. The contract in front of you with your shaky signature, ink blots from when you lost control of the pen and a fair amount of your tears stared back at you. This was your future. This would be a regular part of your life going forward; and you didn’t feel a shred of regret from it. You zoned out for a moment, hardly believing that it was all real.

Lucifer’s cock slipping out of you and the feeling of his cum dripping out of you snapped you back to reality. “Very good job. I’ll say you passed all the tests with flying colors.” He said, fixing his suit and continuing on as if he hadn’t just fucked the living daylights out of you. “I expect you to come in on Monday ready to work. I have a lot of filing for you to catch up with.”

He smirked, taking the signed contract and slipping it back into his desk. He cupped your chin in his hand and planted soft kisses on your lips, once again leaving you dizzy and breathless. “You are free to move now.” He said and you gratefully worked on closing your sore legs, wondering how you were going to make it out the office in the state that you were in. You weren’t sure you were able to walk, let alone get all the way home with how weak you were. Lucifer chuckled, dialing a few numbers into his cellphone. “I’ll arrange for a ride home for you.” He offered. “As a thank you for such a lovely interview.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing you had a way to get back without catching too many unwanted stares at your disheveled state. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Lucifer.” He corrected briskly.

“Thank you, Lucifer. I’ll be sure to arrive on time Monday.” You sank into the chair to gather your wits about you, staring at your trembling hands.

“Good.” He said coolly and looking up at him, you gasped when you saw him casually twirling your panties on one finger as he looked down at you. “Your ride should be here shortly, please make sure you’re presentable, you do not want to dishonor me.”

“Yes. Of course, Lucifer.” you hastily combed your hand through your hair, hoping to take care of the worst of the flyaways. You glanced nervously at the panties in his hand, figuring they were a lost cause at this point and simply accepted the fact that you’d be taking this arranged ride with your boss’ cum dripping down your thigh. Carefully standing up, you remembered to assume the proper posture he had shown you earlier and he smiled in approval.

“Very good.” He gestured to the heavy glass doors, opening them as if with magic with a press of a button. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“Yes,Lucifer.” You replied obediently, taking the first shaky steps out.

“Oh, and one more thing.” he called out to your retreating form. You turned, blinking and wondering what else he could want from you. “Wear the same lipstick, will you? I’d love to see what that color looks like smeared all over my cock.”

“Yes, of course. As you wish.” You replied, blushing a deep red and rushing out of the office now, high off of getting the coveted position of Lucifer’s personal assistant and the prospect of what else he could ask you to do for him.

Watching you slip into the elevator, Lucifer smiled to himself. He reached into his desk and pulled out the contract, skimming the terms and conditions you had agreed to.

Humans were terribly predictable. Yet, they were also infinitely entertaining.

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