#Mines Secretary

[cali]

sorry bro i lost focus and forgot where u begin and i end i hope nothing gay happened

[horrorlesbians]

Enfants Riches Deprimes SS25 + The Secretary (2002)

[thequantumranger]

Secretary (2002)

[mail-me-a-snail]

and your host, me! ive been here the WHOLE TIME! welcome to game changer the only show where the game changes every episode i am your host snail reich,

[partyanimal167]

Okay so I SHOULD be working on the next chapter of my Miguel fic...and I promise I am. But I can't stop thinking about this post from @luxthestrange with my lovely man, Crocodile (also ignoring the fact that I'm behind on updating his fic by alot...) So here's a little something to get the writer vibes flowing

cw: none, blurb, one-sided pining, gn reader

Sir Crocodile x Ex-Secretary!Reader

You never thought that you'd end up having a WANTED poster, but you made some questionable choices as a youth which made entering the 'normal' world extremely hard and ultimately not worth it after awhile.

You did managed to get a desk job, but that didn't last long when it was revealed to have owed some money to a dangerous, business-smart pirate named Sir Crocodile. Amidst the raid, you were called out by said captain as it was your questioning of the numbers and certain other connections that brought some attention to what your then-boss was doing. (Oops). Either way, you expected to get interrogated then disposed of.

You got a handshake and job offer instead.

Now of course, you didn't immediately join Crocodile's side, but he noticed your attention to details and ease of conversing with even the seemingly shadiest of connects. Crocodile didn't think you were a pirate, but you certainly weren't a normal civilian either.

The secretary offer came after Crocodile witnessed you boldly standing up to one Warlord (Doffy) when he tried to barge into Crocodile's office while he was on a phone call. You were merely passing by. But you knew that Sir Crocodile didn't like to be interrupted, and the secretary then wasn't holding his place against the giant man.

Doflamingo was pissed. But Crocodile approved.

So then started the years of partnership and endless work where you kept tabs and details organized for Crocodile's use while you were rewarded in both finances and work benefits.

You enjoyed it, so you were a bit let down when things hit the fan and your boss in jail.

However, you were able to start an underground consulting business while hiding from the Marines. It was quite successful. When news came of Crocodile's escape, it was easy enough to track him down and send him a wealth of information ranging from old contacts to accounts that were still untouched. As a courtesy...

Sir Crocodile was quick to send over a bouquet of flowers and a beautiful invitation to welcome you back to working for him. You gracefully declined citing your new business adventure and gave warm wishes.

And so started a relentless array of attempts of winning you back. Several initial consultations for 'new clients' were just lunches of the man trying to convince you. Each time, you'd just sit and listen before taking the check for your time. Gifts of your favorite fragrances, coffees, pastries, and the like were always welcoming you either home or to your office. It did surprise you a bit how much the man knew about you. Your actual clients seemed to nervous to be caught between you both since Crocodile was trying to scare them off, and you were stern in getting your demands and continuing your work.

After some time though, it had been silent. You caught wind of Crocodile's new partners, and you felt some relief that others were able to take on and work with the man. Things would be easier now. You'd both cross paths maybe as partners or each other's clients in the future.

A knock at the door rattles your calm evening and tea. You stood from your living room and peek out your peephole. However, you didn't see anything. You were just about to walk away when you could've sworn you smelled a familiar robust smoke and opened the door.

You nearly gasped when you see Crocodile on his knees with the largest ramo of lilacs, Adam's needles, and roses you'd ever seen--although they were on the ground under his hand. He looked up at you with both desire, stress, and relief.

He puffed out his smoke before yanking out his cigar and pleading. "You are the most competent, skilled, and amazing person I know. I need you back in my life even more now. Please dear, come back to me."

~~~

Teehee

[lopeirce]

In Girma we trust 👑

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[wolfylch]

Merry Christmas TTCC nerds!! 🎄✨️💕

[jessenitrogen]

gaddamn ,,,,,,

[livejournallegacy]

Drain all the blood and give the kids a show THIS IS HOW I DISAPPEAR - MCRSYDNEY1

[stick-by-me]

BEAUTIFUL FANART OF MY BOY SMIDGE!!

(This was an irl friend who did not care about credit :P)

+ my attempt to draw my lil guy also xD

[bibliosims]

camilla moretti for @mangosimoothie's the familiar

mildly nsfw content below the cut

Camilla Moretti (she/her) | 29 | Bisexual | AB+ genius · romantic · neat What do you want to know about Camilla Moretti? That she graduated top of her class at Foxbury Institute and was on track to earning her doctorates in psychology before mysteriously dropping out of the program? That none of her friends or family have heard a peep from her since? If you ask her herself, she'll just smile and say that none of that really matters. None of it has–not since she learned what was really at the top of the food chain. The thought of vampires hunting during the night and claiming innocent victims should have scared her, but instead, imagining these apex predators claiming her for themselves sent a thrill through her body. Because despite her professional exterior, there is nothing that gets Camilla going more than submitting to and serving every whim of her master. Her past romantic and sexual experiences had never truly been enough to sate her desires. But being at the complete mercy of a vampire (or two)? How could Camilla not drop everything for the opportunity of a lifetime? Oozing sexual desire and seldom muttering a complaint when given a task, Camilla lives to serve. If she may say so herself, she’d make the perfect familiar. Though despite her submissive nature, Camilla still packs a punch and isn’t shy to throw some sass and attitude your way. After all, that just makes it all the more fun. Just be careful how you punish her–she might just enjoy it a little too much.

Camilla is a talented pianist, having been classically trained since she was four. Sexually, she's indiscriminate as long as you can give her what she wants. She frequented underground BDSM clubs in college but could never quite find the perfect partner(s). Having performed multiple dissections and other gory tasks during her studies, there isn't much that grosses Camilla out. She has little regard for those she doesn't wish to serve and is motivated by sexual gratification. She's a mediocre chef but would gladly sharpen her skills if her masters required it of her. She enjoyes teasing her masters in hopes of eliciting a punishment, but knows which lines she shouldn't cross.

private dl !

[partyanimal167]

At Your Service- Crocodile x F!Reader

I'm taking some time off before I start my new job, so I'm going to enjoy the time and write fics. Feel free to give me some ideas or ask questions in the inbox pwease 😗

CW: mdni, smut, canon au, black fem reader in mind, sw positivity, sir kink, service kink, oral (m receiving), praise kink, use of petnames

Crocodile didn't expect much. He wouldn't admit that to be the first mistake. To him, the first mistake was wanting to indulge in his human needs at all.

Crocodile was a busy man. Everyone knew that. He had money; his money made money. He was at a point where he could probably lay off the workload a bit, but he wouldn't do that. Couldn't. He didn't trust people to be as meticulous as him, and he knew that there were people that could be easily bribed--loyalty bought.

So the work didn't really end.

However, other needs arise. And when Crocodile found himself staring a little too much at a woman a ways away on the casino floor, he realized that it had been some time since he last gave someone his company. That was easily arrangeable. He told one of his men to give him something new and easily forgot about it after that.

When Crocodile first met you, you were dressed in simple business attire and held a clipboard in your hand. You introduced yourself quietly with a nod and bow. Crocodile grunted in return and immediately listed off some tasks for you to do. You bowed again and quietly went to work. Crocodile didn't think he had a new assistant joining him, but he didn't question it. It was probably an order from awhile ago, so it took some time to find the right candidate.

You worked well. Crocodile was impressed that you didn't need too much instructions to get things how he liked it. You were quick, quiet, showed up to work on time and stayed late with him without any complaints. You were pleasing to look at too.

Crocodile stopped himself for a moment. It was late, and he looked up from his desk to see you typing away in the dim lighting. He had no issues making his needs known, and after the time spent working together, he figured you wouldn't have issues with any of his requests or questions.

"Miss y/n, I asked one of my associates for a night companion, but that was over a month ago. Can you follow up on that?" he asked as he skimmed through an evening business report.

You pushed your glasses up before typing away. "That won't be necessary, sir. I can assist you with whatever you're looking for." You said it so professionally and naturally that Crocodile had to take a moment to ground himself.

"Excuse me?" He was trying to keep it together--make sure this wasn't some odd prank. That you had actually said that.

"I am that companion that you asked for." Again, you spoke so easily. But what?

"What?" Crocodile so uncharacteristically let out.

You continued to work, but the grin you had on was new. "I was hired to fulfill any tasks given by you, sir. I reported for work, and you said 'Fill these forms out and follow up to schedule these meetings,' and I did."

Crocodile gave you a rather startled yet confused look. "Yes, but I had just assumed you were an office worker. You didn't act or look like a-,"

"A companion? As you say." you stood up from your seat and chuckled. "Well, I was meeting with the Sir Crocodile at his establishment. I couldn't just come looking ready for a date." you got closer to his desk. "And you wanted something different. I didn't throw myself at your feet, sir. I proved to be quite useful, yes?"

There was a confidence and appeal radiating from you. It seemed as if you were ready to finally claim something that you knew you'd be getting for awhile now. You placed your hands on the desk and leaned forward. "Well, is there something you want sir? I can be quite useful. Just give me your orders."

Part of Crocodile wanted this to be some cruel joke. Here he was trying to keep his professionalism around a surprisingly competent employee who was actually just there to satisfy his more carnal needs. Cruel in many ways.

But no matter.

If you wanted to fulfill your duties, then Crocodile was more than glad to give you the tools to succeed.

He grinned at you. "Let me see you on your knees, doll."

And in a blink, there you were.

You sat pretty in front of the man with your hands resting on your thighs and your arms just oh-so casually pressing your breast together--hinting at your bra color. You had that same professional, nearly-innocent look on your face, but Crocodile could see you trying not to eye his pants; he tipped your chin up with his hook.

"Eyes on me."

"Yes, sir." and you held eye-contact. Even as your heart began to pick up. Even as your mouth began to water. Even as you felt your face get warm. There was always a thrill in your line of work. You had good and bad clients of course, but the tension had been building up for awhile. You caught on easily that Crocodile didn't know what you had been hired for, and that was part of the fun too. Each day, you got to dress cute and complete whatever Sir Crocodile needed--always wondering if it would be the day he would finally break down and ask for what he wanted. That day finally came.

"Let's see what you can do."

So you went to work. You slid back against the cool hardwood floor and rested your hands on his strong thighs. You grazed them curiously as you looked up at him with a grin. "How should I perform my duties?"

Crocodile looked down at you seemingly disinterested. He grunted. "You should know what I expect. Hurry up."

So you went right to work. You let your nails rake against the smooth fabric of his slacks before reaching for the man's belt. Your pretty nails clicked lightly on the buckle before slipping the belt open and going for the clasp. You groaned at the hefty erection that greeted you trapped in silk boxers. Your mouth watered more, and you swallowed quietly.

You pulled out that hard girthy member and instantly felt your thighs clench together. You exhaled a shaky breath, and right before going to work, you glanced up curiously at Crocodile.

You nearly whimpered.

Those gold eyes devoured you, owned you. They held both expectation and authority. Despite not moving at all, you knew he was in complete control of the situation, and that made you wetter. You had been dommed before--both personally and professionally. There were people that were naturals, worked up fantastic skills, could get anyone to comfortably submit.

But Crocodile hadn't done anything, but say one order, and you were seriously considering begging this man to hire you for the rest of your life. There was something so satisfying and soothing to be serving him, and it had been driving you crazy.

You moaned as you drew your attention back to the man's cock and dribbled a good amount of spit onto his head. You watched as it joined the vast amount of pre and slid down. That was a good sign; you wanted Crocodile to enjoy this as much as you could ensure.

You surely couldn't swallow it all in one go, so you reached for the base and jerked it a couple of times before licking and swirling your tongue around. You took the tip in--enjoying the musky scent and salty tinge.

Fuck, my mind is getting foggy. You continued to take more before pulling back. I want it all.

Crocodile groaned as he watched you work your way down. Your mouth was hot and wet, and he was starting to realize just how pent up he was. It was one thing to get some satisfaction from a one-time hire, but it was certainly different with how you two had gotten along the last month or so. Watching his pretty dutiful secretary turn into a lustful vixen before his eyes was spectacular.

"Go on doll, let me watch you touch yourself. I know you want to." So you did, and your moans made Crocodile grab onto your hair and huff out. He watched as your hands moved under your skirt and tease. "You're doing so good doll, feel so good." You swallowed him down, and he nearly cussed.

This quickly became more for your own personal fulfillment than a job. You gave yourself a finger and whimpered as you gripped tightly both around your finger and his dick. Tears trailed down your cheeks, and your moans muffled as you held him inside before backing off for air.

"Such a good slut, I'll give it all to you. Keep going. I won't stop you."

So you jerked and sucked faster--chasing what seemed to be pleasure for the both of you. You pumped your cunt faster and shifted more even as your knees pressed into the floor and clothes messed up. Want it. Want it. Want it.

Crocodile barely looked out of place, but he let his approval known. The room filled with slick sounds, groans, pants, muffled whimpers, and more.

You could tell he was almost close, and so were you, but you'd be damned if you didn't get him there first. So you pulled out of yourself and used both hands to wrap around his cock and pull more. You popped off his dick and sandwiched it comfortably between your breast. "Come on sir, I want your cum, sir please. Have I been good? I'm such a good girl, sir. I want it." you pleaded.

Crocodile only let out a short grunt, but he released all over you. You opened your mouth to catch some and moaned as the spurts of white, thick cum continued out onto your face, breasts, and blouse.

When it was finally over, you looked up with a pleased expression as Crocodile panted. His cheeks were tinted red, and he looked both shy yet fulfilled. "Did I do a good job, sir?"

He chuckled as he reached for his cravat and pulled it off. He leaned down and cleaned your face gently. You looked pure and innocent again, but Crocodile couldn't be fooled any longer. He grinned meanly. "Fantastic job, princess. Seems I have a lot more work you now."

~~~

(blushes if I could) Jeez...that was hot.

Crocodile!!! If only!

There's something hot about catching that smart, cocky man off guard. There's always surprises somewhere.

Thanks so much for reading!

[diana-prince-ww]

Conrad: Russell, are you okay?

Russell: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Elizabeth walks into his office*

Russell: There it is again.

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watched 62 films for the first time in 2023 & these are my top 16