#AND CEO TOO?

[ultrastellara]

dilf zhongli x gender neutral reader modern au

tw: ITS A BIT SUGGESTIVE AT THE END, HOWEVER THERES NOTHING EXPLICITY EXPLAINING WHAT HAPPENED!!!

summary: you been working under zhongli for many years. from the moment his business started to the promotion of his company having more than one building in the city, you carried him through and through. you could never imagine not leaving his side unless something personal were to happen to you.

"i see, can i have y/n here to help decide the choices ?" zhongli stated. the meeting between the fatui board and archon board, your company were arguing about how to collaborate together on a project. this matter was mostly going to happen just because the fatui company needed some cash, well a ton. the members of the fatui company were currently occupied by some of the members of your company.

you heard voices of venti yelling at scaramouche about the incomes of how if they did a wine collaboration it would hit off so well. along with venti came kaeya coming in mentioning about how expensive could make it. however scaramouche scoffed them off saying that they werent taking this serious.

but remembering where you were asked to, you had gotten up and walked to your boss's place in the meeting. waiting patiently for him, to call your name out but since his eyes were focused on the screen mostly, you had to catch his attention.

"sir, i am here" you replied firmly. you saw him motion you to stand up and come see what he was looking at. you were expecting something really important. however when you were looking at his screen, you saw many options of boy clothes on a kid clothing website.

"which one would you think it'll suit my son?" he asked you.

you knew he was married but got divorced a few years ago, still knowing he had his son and his youngest a daughter. he never told you their names but you always looked forward to seeing him whenever they came by to the office.

"sir i think the one in the top right corner will suit your son the best" you paid closely to your outfit choice, knowing that his son would suit it the best. it would match his hair but as well his bubbly personality.

"thank you, my dear" he said, knowing that you would end up walking back to your seat in the meeting. he called out,

"would you be a dear and grab my morning coffee from my desk?"

this was the first time you ever heard him ask you an offer like that. surely you were his assistant but majority of the time his coffee was always with him. suspicious, you thought.

"yes sir. ill be right back" you grabbed onto the writing pad you had in your hands, bowing to him quickly before heading to his office.

the walk on the way to there wasnt too long but it managed to get you spaced out because you were wondering why he was making you do something like this.

it's strange, you kept thinking. strange because that cup of coffee he has is always placed on his desk. you then thought to, oh no? am i a bad assistant for not realizing his cup wasnt there ? no it cant be? is he testing me?

you saw the sign of his name placed on the right side of the door. knowing what you would expect to see in his room, you gently opened the door. turning the handle and entering in, as you walked in you quickly closed the door.

you were greeted to seeing the many photos he had of his children and himself. as well some photos of your staff and yourself in it. walking over to his desk, you saw the cup he had. the coffee was already gone. shocked as you were, cusses came out of your mouth knowing he was messing around with you.

"son of a-" you were about to cuss until you heard someone else entering the office.

"excuse me but-"

"oh y/n? that's where you were " those golden amber eyes he had were catching your eyes as he made eye contact with you.

"sir? oh yes im sorry if i had taken a while to get your cup but you see-"

"no need to worry, darling. i knew the cup was emptied from the start" he chuckled, while seeing your face turn from a smile into a 'wtf' face. the door was shut once again, leaving the two of you alone in his office.

"sir was this a test?" you asked curiously. you were making a much more serious face than before. his eyes paying attention from the frown you were making to the way your hands were firmly holding onto the writing pad.

"oh no, i wanted to talk to you about something. i apologize for scaring you earlier, my dear" he was much closer to you than ever before.

"then what did you need me for? shouldnt you be in the meeting right now?" you kept asking him all of these things. he really did wanted to talk to you about something however you werent giving him time to.

"shhh, y/n" he said, using his pointer finger to close your mouth from further talking. "remember i still wanted to talk to you about something ?" he reminded you.

some guilt came into you knowing that your boss was trying to tell you something however when you were about to speak up about something.

his hand gently cupping your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours. as nervous you got not realizing your boss of 4+ years was kissing you. you werent sure to kiss back because you didnt know what was truly going on in his head. the way he calls you 'darling' a lot. the way his eyes makes it's way to seeing you, he gets a bit exciting knowing you're here with him. yet however you never know what he feels about you.

hes told you the things he appreciates about you but has he ever given you some mixed feelings? you remember those times where women and men had been wanting his attention during those parties your company has every year. the feelings of some jealousy here and there yet you always brushed it off.

knowing where he is in workplace and even outside of his home. you wouldnt ever fit in to be in a romantic setting with him.

you couldnt replace the last lover he had right?

you would be wrong once you realized that you enjoyed this feeling. the feeling of wanting to be closer to him.

you kissed him back, dropping the writing pad that was in your hands. wrapping your arms gently around his neck and allowing him to place you onto his messy desk. the kiss was sweet yet had some fiery in it. it felt like you both wanted to do this before.

the hand that was on your face was then replaced onto your thighs. you both continue to kiss until he pulls away. seeing the flushed face you had right now, as he was in between your legs.

"oh my, i didnt think we would end up like this " he said, teasing you since he saw the adorable face you were going to give him soon.

"mr. zhongli i-" you were then cut off by another kiss. surprised by the position you two were in currently, your arms were pulling him closer to you.

"listen, y/n. if you stayed a bit quiet, i think i want to show you what i been keeping a secret for a while now" he said, continuing to kiss you until you let out a small moan by accident.

you had pulled away this time, slowly feeling your cheeks burning. wanting to cover your face with your hands however you looked away, not wanting to see his reaction.

"woah there, y/n. i didnt know you were enjoying this. you been thinking about this for a while, huh?" he gave you such a smug look knowing he was right about how you viewed him.

"sir..this is a bit new to me but i-"

"no darling, it's okay. i want you in the same way you want me too" he reassured you, gently making you look at him with his hand. "you want me?" you asked softly.

he nodded before placing his mouth onto your neck.

"i do, my dear. so please allow me to love you in the ways i shouldve a long time ago"

epilogue:

his chest was pressed onto your face as you woke up. currently where you were wasnt the workplace. instead you were in his bed in his house. knowing what happened between you two during that meeting you assumed you mustve passed out. however by the looks of it, the soreness you had proved that you two went a bit out.

not paying attention to your surroundings, you saw his eyes opening up.

"hmm..y/n?" he asked.

you looked at him, with a flushed face. damn he looks so good right now, you almost were to scream until you felt your forehead against his chest. you were quietly listening to his heart beat, not knowing he was looking down at you.

"you hear that, darling ?" he asked you.

you nodded knowing what he meant, his heart was beating a bit faster ever since you two finally were able to share an intimate moment like that.

"hey mr zhongli.." you stated.

"hm?"

"are we..um..you know, a bit more than working partners now?" you nervously asked.

he laughed at seeing you being this nervous, however he also admired the way you were acting towards him now.

"yes, darling. we are more than just business partners " cupping your cheek gently, while admiring all the marks he left behind.

he took note of how you two acted during your heated moment. started from the time the meeting was going to end until he was the last person leaving the building. after you had gone asleep once your session finally ended. he managed to tire you out so much even though they were breaks between every or few sessions in between. he never could imagine doing this with you until he realized a few days ago, of how a certain man from another company was talking to you. jealousy spread through his bones yet he kept it in not wanting to disrespect you and the man you had talked to.

however seeing the way you were looking at him through out those days before he decided to make a move. a part of him, wanted you with him further more in his life.

"i love you.." he said.

[victusinveritas]

[slightlyartist]

Crazy things are happening on Twitter so enjoy these! IYKYK...

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Danny and Tim are twins- And Vlad is the first to figure this out in his attempts to get DavlCo a new investor.

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Tim was getting the creeps from this guy. It was as if the room got colder, the seconds got longer and the room's shadows moved to their own volition. He stared Tim down less like 'You punk kid' and more like 'You'll be mine' in a way that Tim didn't appreciate. At all.

The guy kept setting meetings up despite Tim's direct insistance that Wayne Enterprises would never touch DalvCo- not with a ten foot pole or for all the money in the world. Some how Tim's board of directors kept getting swindled by the guy and... therefore more meetings. More looks from this guy that made him want to crawl out of his skin.

Vlad asked him if he ever went by Timothy- Tim couldn't reply "that's not my name" fast enough. It apparently inspired the guy somehow. More meetings that Tim can't reject because of board members pop up.

It's been long determined that Jason doesn't get involved with Wayne Enterprises, but after the Uncle and a few other paid-actor solutions go up in flames- Tim decides to call up his older brother to act as a bodyguard and tell this guy to fuck off for the final time.

Jason apparently also gets the Heebee-jeebies from this asshole but his message is loud and clear to Vlad. There's a flash of green and then all of sudden it's just Tim and Jason in the room... Only Jason isn't acting like himself.

Putting it together- Tim reaches for his contingency F stash of Knock out gas and doses Jason. Vlad doesn't re-appear so Tim assumes that to mean that he'll be trapped in Jason's person until Jason wakes up.

Walking out of the meeting room with his bus of a brother over his shoulders- Tim quickly asks Tam to reach out to Vlad's Emergency contact. Surely there is someone in this man's company willing to explain what the fuck Vlad was trying to pull. Tim theoretically can keep Jason drugged asleep for a long time- surely that threat can get him somewhere.

The day drags on as Tim continues to keep Jason unconscious and eventually Tam lets him know that someone is here for Vlad. She says it with the addition of one of their codes- He mentally prepares himself for the worst and then... His doppleganger walks through the door? What the fuck?

Tim and Danny puzzle about one another for a little too long and Jason wakes up- Vlad pops out immediately. A shouting match between Danny and Vlad commences and...

"Man I knew our family had unresolved issues but seriously what the fuck has your clone dealing with?" Jason asks, as though he could watch this all day with pop corn.

"You made more clones?!" Danny screamed at Vlad who's only response is "Not this one! This one is actually polite!"

"Fuck you!" Tim and Danny reply in tandem.

[travelingtwentysomething]

You know what's funny? The minute people start aiming higher and taking out the powerful and wealthy and "elite", they're going to change the gun laws. Because their goal has always been for us to stay fighting each other instead of looking towards them as the real threat to our life, liberty, and freedom.

[ofmisfitsandmagic]

Evan Kelmp - “The things he wants are soft, animal things.”

imposter syndrome by sidney gish / misfits and magic s2e6 / i wanna be your dog 2 by ajj / borzoi by mx. morgon / pleasure by beth cavener / i’m your man by mitski / “roadside attractions with the dogs of america” by ada limón

[doomdoomofdoom]

With the ongoing investigation into the CEO Killer, it's interesting to see how little people know about police investigations. Which is funny, because most of that stems from Copaganda and is now kinda biting the cops in the ass.

Semi-Educated rambles about copaganda and real procedures below the cut

I say semi-educated because I am writing a thesis paper on copaganda, but much more about the brutality aspects and not the crime solving ones. I did write a much less intense paper on that almost ten years ago, and presumably some things have changed. Take my "expertise" with a grain of salt.

The Copaganda Thing

Copaganda (Cop Propaganda) is basically what the name suggests. Anything that makes police look good. Social media posts about community outreach, the adorable little K-9 units, kneeling next to a protestor that you brutalize after the camera turns off. But the massive elephant in the room here are Cop Shows. There are literally too many for me to name. NCIS, Blue Bloods, True Detective, any of those weird "live" police shows, and yes, Brooklyn 99, too. These shows (often produced in cooperation with the police btw) serve to humanize cops and portray them as good, honest people, who maybe have to cross the line sometimes but it's always for a good reason and they're always right and save the day! The other half of it is vastly misrepresenting how (and if) crimes get solved.

Reality

Ripping this band-aid off first: Police are dogshit at solving crimes. There are aspects technically outside their control, like that only about half of all crimes (excluding murder) actually get reported to the police. (Based on comparing the 'Uniform Crime Reports' and the 'National Criminal Victimization Survey') But this also means that the Police Clearance rates are only half of what they calculate. Numbers get further skewed by not accounting for a lot of online crimes because the system hasn't caught up with like, the 90s. Anyway, for reported crimes, investigations will lead to an arrest in about 20-25% of cases. Three out of Four cases die without ever apprehending a suspect. (While there are ways to deal with a case without an arrest, ask yourself if you think that's likely in a system that measures success by arrest numbers) Conviction rates (which vary massively depending on crime) even out to about 4%, or 2% of total known crimes. (x) Worth noting: Generally, violent crimes have higher clearance and conviction rates. For murder, the conviction rate is around 60% while larceny-theft can dip below 1% of reported crimes. (It's generally assumed that the number of known and reported murders is the same, as the NCVS doesn't track it. Because murder victims are bad at filling out surveys.) To recap: Police solve about 4% of crimes reported to them. Meanwhile in your average cop show, you've got a success rate of about 100%. That's a stark difference, even if you take only murder rates of 60%. If you're an average citizen who's the victim of a crime, the most helpful thing the cops will do is file a report you can submit to your insurance.

Forensics & Procedures

I've seen these float around a bit and it's mildly ridiculous. Supposedly they've found a bottle and a protein bar of our killer and will be testing fingerprints and DNA. If those worked flawlessly, they still would only bring up results if the killer has been detained before. Databases of random civilian fingerprints/DNA samples are not kept by law enforcement. These analyses only work by having a point of comparison (and even then fingerprint analysis remains subjective), so they won't actually help finding the culprit, but they would be relevant to confirm the identity of an apprehended suspect and as evidence in an eventual trial. (There is also something called familial DNA which would work if they had a couple of relatives in the system, but that's both a flawed and incredibly time intensive approach. We're talking months of drawing family trees.) Also your average DNA test takes like 24 hours and fingerprint analysis is algorithmically supported now, but still mostly done manually. And both require a clear sample, so good luck with that. Fingerprint might as well be the clerk who sold the bottle. There's an infamous case of a serial killer whose DNA kept being found on crime scenes all Central Europe with no connection to each other. Turned out the Swabs were contaminated during production. There was no serial killer. Quickfire round of unrelated notes: 1) Lie detectors don't detect lies, they detect stress, anyone can trick one with some practice. the guy who popularized their use thought they could detect stress in plants too and that the plants could read his mind. 2) We're not actually sure if all fingerprints are completely unique. 3) Bite mark analysis is a pseudoscience that needs to be removed from criminal and legal proceedings asap. 4) Any algorithmic detections inherit the flaws of their human predecessors. Those are their training data. (That's also how they keep turning up racist)

And as a final note, it's common for the police to not share details on their ongoing investigations. That's just common sense. The only details that get released to the public are ones that could lead to direct hints or vague ones if there's a lot of public attention, to assure everyone there is progress. For similar reasons, while everyone and their grandma has put together the motive from the bullet casings, cops can't actually go out and confirm that. It's like how Bulbapedia has to say Flamigo appears to be based on a flamingo. Contrary to the cops, Bulbapedia does not have to carefully watch what data they release that might elicit more sympathy for Flamigo.

Why tho

So after literal decades of copaganda brainwashing, the public perception of crime and punishment is heavily skewed. We've been told over and over that cops can catch any criminal in a matter of a 60 minute episode, max. And that's by design. Aside from the image polishing, copaganda is a deterrent. If you're convinced you'll be caught after committing a crime, you wouldn't commit it, right? You don't wanna go to jail. And the bad guys always get what they deserve on TV, no matter how smart they are. You're not gonna risk that, are you?

That's why we keep using lie detectors, that's why the news are full of arrests being made constantly, that's why cop shows get so much support from the police. That's also why we keep pouring money into policing. Part of it, at least. We've built a police force that isn't about solving crimes. If that was priority, we'd invest more into forensics and labs to keep up with the demand of samples that need to be analyzed. Instead, we built a police force that gets new tech gadgets and military gear. It's an arms race against the general public that isn't even running. We take cops and we give them paranoia, weapons, justifications for violence, and targets to brutalize. I don't have to remind you of the riot gear and responses to peaceful protests. The police isn't your friend and helper. You must fear them. Fear their superior intellect, fear their crime solving abilities, fear the high tech arsenal at their disposal. Fear them so much, you won't even think of doing a crime unless you're rotten to the core. And if someone's rotten to the core, then surely the violence is justified.

But that's also why this guy in particular is so dangerous. They've built up this image of being near infallible (to anyone who never actually interacted with police proceedings, at least) and being able to stop any threat, catch any criminal. And yet, this guy shot someone in broad daylight, in the juristiction of the country's largest police department, and he's currently getting away with it.

[trappednyourheart]

A family visit

Alfred has been granted (Force) by the bats a week off, and whatever way would he do in a week?, visit his Father of course!

Alfred didn't really have a word into this, he only just been given (forced) a week off, he reason with the family ( it always works) but to his surprised! None of it came through there heads! ( Somehow they got lucky from Alfred's reasonable scolding)

What about the manor? Who would care of it? Who would assist? What will happen if-

How many times he reason and tried to budge it in there minds, none of it work?

Alfred is in horror, so the only thing he can only do is accept, remind them what's not do and do, (every single details) or atleast the common things to do, which he thinks they can handle it- if not, if he sees the house in shambles or in the news, he can now have a reason to not always take a weeks off.

In Alfred's room, he was packing some pairs of clothes, a coat, a medical kit, pairs of shoes, a book, his dark shawl that is covered with a lots of constellation's from his papa's gifts, (he always take good care of it when he left on his own, he couldn't leave his shawl even in the time of his work,) and whatever he needs.

He decided to visit and have his week's off to his papa's, it's been quite a long time ( maybe 60 years or so-)

It's not like he was an absent son, he was just busy, he would occasionally send letters or his baked cookie's ( he's own recipe but still came from papa's original treats).

The Batfam does know Alfred had a dad who's still alive?( Which the kids would joke about how his dad is immortal) outside his life here in Gotham as the only staff in the Wayne manor.

While they were chilling in the living room, they could see Alfred heading towards the door, before he stop and took out a letter, and as he did a ring in the bell could be heard, Alfred open the door, and greeted..

The mailman? ( A very hardworking ghost mailman, just saying “Jolly ho!- how may I help send! Deliver, or even package international!” which Alfred replying “International please, for in this ### #### ## address, I need it quickly delivered through his doorsteps” then the Mailman just nodded, Alfred payed him and he just disappeared)

And Alfred sighs in relief and went to get his luggage, and bid the Batfam goodbye without even explaining what was happening (Bruce dropped his newspaper)

They might had ideas Alfred wasn't human or normal, but after that bombshell, they just can't stop the urge to find out ( like the usual thing the Batfam does, but only minimal like just knowing where he went and they wanted to have Alfred privacy)

Alfred was on his way to his papa's home very much missing the feeling of home in Britain now it's been quite a long time almost but he's getting second thoughts, what would his papa think?

( and yes, hes dad was wealthy, and through family too, He lived in a manor too,

which was a very old money manor, cause Danny? he's literally the ghost king)

Alfred decided he got this, so he took a step and took a deep breath In the front door of the home he loved and cared for in his childhood, knocking three times and the only thing he imagined is that his papa would give him a big warm hug like old times when Alfred would visit once a while before he truly left home.

The bats were in disguise, well partially disguise, the british neighbors nearby can see them looking at them like there were weird (stalking is not a healthy way...sometimes) And how can they even see them?! There literally in a camouflage!!

They saw how Alfred took a step, and knock three times...the door open and there they saw- a kid? Wait what? The black haired and blue teenager might be 16 who looks like could be adoption bait look surprised and happy and he give Alfred a hug, and Alfie just return the gesture, they were having a conversation, they couldn't here it because they were out of range and no hearing gadgets ( damn it Bruce)

Then Alfred and the teen went back to the house, and the door could only shut blocking there view of Alfred and the teen.

[devils-yui]

So fellas, how we feeling with the news

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

Today and every day going forth, you WILL be nice to trans women, or else every threat on this blog comes true for you.

[hyperfixatinator]

Have you heard of the show "Undercover Boss"? Where the CEOs of companies disguise themselves as entry level newbies to see what goes on under their noses?

I know the show itself is spiced up for TV drama, but I can definitely imagine this premise in a DPxDC scenario.

Picture Bruce Wayne (or Lucius Fox) disguised as a new hire within the aerospace division of Wayne Enterprises, with young mechanic Danny Fenton showing him around.

[yourlocalabomination]

Is this stupid? Yes. Do I need people to see it? Also yes.

[becca-e-barnes]

What I'd give for the chance to feel like a little stress relief for CEO Bucky 😵‍💫

Loving the thought of being his colleague and not just having to admire him from a distance.

When he comes in each morning, dressed in a crisp, beautifully tailored suit, you find yourself wanting to jump straight onto him. He's powerful and smart and wonderfully capable and it does so much for you.

He finds a way to sneak you a coffee each morning, making sure no one else sees; conscious that your colleagues might start to ask you uncomfortable questions if they found out.

You don't doubt that folks have their suspicions. They're bound to. You're sure they notice the way you focus just a little too long on the plump curve of his bottom lip or the way you lose yourself looking at those long, thick fingers.

No one else knows that your weekly meetings with each other are just an excuse for you to help him take the edge off. They usually consist of you riding him in his office chair, sliding up and down on that delicious cock of his, touching yourself while he takes a phone call.

"That's it pretty girl. Fucking earn it." He's tilted the receiver as far away from his mouth as possible, keeping the speaker to his ear so he can still hear whoever he's got on the line.

It's impossible to stay quiet but you've had plenty of practice. Between the phone call that couldn't wait and the people you work with sitting just outside the door, you've got no choice but to find a way to stay quiet.

"No, that's what I told you last week." Bucky's getting more frustrated by the minute, his brow furrowing and his grip on your hip tightening. "If you've filled out the order wrong, I don't know what to tell you."

Shit, you love this. You've fallen into a delightful rhythm, grinding and rubbing yourself, satisfying his needs as well as your own.

"I don't know how you fucked this up, I couldn't have been clearer." Usually you'd playfully smack his shoulder and warn him to be nice but not when you're this close.

Your body sliding down on his length sounds obscene. You're wet and messy and you know you're going back to your desk with a pussy stuffed full of cum and you love it.

You can't help but groan quietly, your fingers working your clit in tight circles, desperately searching for release.

"I thought I told you to earn it?" Bucky's speaking to you again without any hint of the anger he's feeling for whoever he's talking on the phone to. He's kinder and softer with you but he still likes to maintain his authority.

His free hand holds your wrist to stop you from touching yourself, knowing the can draw this out a little while longer. You can have that back when you've earned it or he decides to do it for you.

[slightlyartist]

God loves you, but not enough to save you.

Based on this scenario!

[thecryptonian]

[dandylion-s]

Like don't tell me you've never wanted to shoot a ceo when you've had a migraine...god forbid the chronic pain girlies do anything