#WW84 Maxwell Lord

[goslingforlife]

To the dearest, José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. 🫠❤️

Now playing: Wild Child by The Black Keys.

[firsttarotreader]

Pedro’s characters as Tarot Cards. All art by my lovely friend who wants to stay anonymous.

[nicolethered]

Pedro Pascal as Maxwell Lord in Wonder Woman 1984 2020)

[hopethisdoesntawakenanythingnme]

Pedro Pascal being absolutely unhinged in WW84 is very special to me

edit: added more gifs

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 8th

Day 8: Sex Pollen/Fuck or Die, Chastity, Sexual Competition

Max Lord x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Magic stones, ancient inscriptions, DUB-CON, compulsion to have sex, wordless consent, public sex, frantic sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of biting

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The TV guy has been hanging around for the last few days. Causing a disruption in the everyday workload as the director had pushed for a personalized tour to the CEO of Black Gold since he was promising a sizable donation to the foundation. If there was one thing that could turn your normally stalwart director into a groveling slut, it was the promise of funds. 

You hear a booming laugh and roll your eyes. Unsure of what the joke was down the hall, but you know it was Barbara that was giving him the tour so it couldn’t be that funny. Nothing against her, but she wasn’t the joking type. You look back down at your large magnifying glass, looking through it at the inscription etched into the stone that has been a source of intrigue to you over the past few days since it had arrived. 

When your name is called, you try not to get annoyed, knowing that your boss would want you to place nice. Looking up and plastering a smile on your face as you watch Barbara and the TV guy, you forget his name, walk in. 

Well, she walks. He seemingly saunters in like he owns the place. Perhaps he thinks that because he’s going to write a check, he is an owner. 

His eyes are quick, clever. Far more clever that you would imagine seeing those cheesy commercials he always has played on the tv during Jeopardy. The smile you could do without. It’s screaming slightly sleazy, put on and false in order to get what he wants. The only question is, what does Max Lord want?

Introductions are made, Barabara bouncing almost nervously as you shake the salesman’s hand. Pulling your hand away quickly and turning towards her so she can tell you what she wants. She never approaches you unless she needs something. You aren’t one of the posh, beautiful scientists she wants so desperately to be close to. 

“Can I ask a favor?” She asks, clapping her hands together and giving you a pleading look. “I have a meeting that I can’t reschedule.” Her eyes flicker over to the suit and then back to you. “Could you please finish up the tour for Mr. Lord?” “Please….” He winces. “Call me Maxwell.” He offers with a sugar sweet smile that he seems to think to be a gift. He’s not bad looking, but he would look better if he took the Sun-in out of his hair and lost the boxy shoulder pads. You were one of the few that hated the way fashion has gone. 

“I have a lot to do here.” You protest but Barbara gives you an even more pleading expression. “But…..I can finish it up.” She nearly claps in relief. “After I finish up my work.” You warn seriously. 

“Yeah….sure….” She’s bobbing her head quickly and looking over Maxwell. “That’s great. Well, I know you’ll have a great time, so I’ll just run along.” 

You ignore the flirting and flustering as Maxwell makes a slight scene at Barbara leaving, kissing her hand and making her giggle like she’s five again. Soon enough, there’s blissful silence back in your lab so you can concentrate. 

“So what are you studying?” The question comes after two blissful minutes of silence. Two minutes that you had obviously hoped would be longer. Your eyes cut up from your magnifying glass to find Maxwell looking at the stone curiously. 

“A rock.” You glibly answer, keeping your tone just as dry as you possibly can. Barely resisting the urge to smirk when his grin slides off his unfairly handsome face. 

Maybe you feel a little guilty, but it’s not enough to make you apologize as you look back down at the inscription with a frown. While your Latin was rusty, you swear this is talking about fertility. Just as you tilt the glass down more, a finger appears in front of your magnifying glass, making it look even larger than normal, showing you the grooves in his skin. “What’s-”

“No!” You cry out, knowing that the stone cannot be touched without gloves. The instructions had been very clear in the crate that the stone was packed in. “Don’t touch it!” 

Your fingers collide, both of you touching the vivid jade stone at the same time. The piece seemingly glows at the contact and both of you gasp as you snatch your hands away, knocking over the magnifying glass. 

The next few moments are nothing short of a blur of pain and confusion. Nearly blacking out until a pair of lips smash against yours in the most inelegant, needy kiss of your life. 

“Ohhhh!” Your eyes fly open, finding Maxwell’s face right in yours and his mouth opens, groaning. 

“I can’t- I need-” He doesn’t stop kissing you, his words are just cut off by the tongue sliding into his mouth. Your tongue. The feeling of him pressing against you awakening something base inside you. 

You don’t know why, but you need him. The word fertility flashing in your mind and you push it away because of the burning of your skin and the throbbing of your cunt. 

He apparently feels the same way. Something hard and pulsing starts to push against your hip as he backs you up against the table you had been working at. Nothing but fervent kisses being exchanged, and his hands start to pull at your clothes. 

You never even think to push him away. It doesn’t even cross your mind. Too busy grabbing handfuls of him and ripping open the obvious faux Gucci belt so you can rip those ridiculously baggy pants off of him. 

His hands are bigger, harder than you ever would have imagined when watching those commercials of his. Wonderful on your skin as he slides them up  your thighs under your skirt. Hot as find the edge of your panties and hooking under them to start dragging them down. 

It’s not like you’ve talked about this, but neither one of you cares. Both of you groaning when your own hand dives into his briefs and wraps around an impressive cock. He hides it well under those bulky suits. 

Both of you need each other in a way that can’t even be described. The pain flaring in your stomach drives you, squeezing and pumping his cock, pulling back the foreskin and smearing the bead of precum around the head while he pants into your mouth. 

Your name, not even spoken by him before, sounds like ambrosia as it drips from his tongue. His own fingers sliding through your folds before he is pushing you up onto the table and spreading your legs to step between. 

Your cry would draw any number of personnel if there had been anyone. It had already been late in the day, and then the meeting had drawn everyone else away, leaving your floor empty with the exception of you and Maxwell. “Max!” Your eyes widen when he pushes inside you, filling you to the hilt with a needy, frantic thrust. 

He groans again, twitching violently inside you and gripping the edge of the table behind you. Pulling his hips back and shuddering when he thrusts forward again and moans at how tight you are. 

Rocking the table with how hard he’s fucking you, you can’t do anyting but hold on and whine for him. Every piercing thrust of his cock pushing the pain away and making your cunt feel amazing. Hitting all the best spots, deep inside you and scratching an itch you didn’t know you had. 

Kisses are littered on your skin, his teeth being used far more that you ever thought possible as a man fucks into you as frantically as Maxwell does. Chasing that same goal with the urgency that is burning underneath your own skin. Both of you pulling and grabbing at each other, clothes bunched between you as you grind your hips, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“I didn’t- fuck, it’s so good.” Maxwell rambles. “You’re so good. I can’t - it’s so- fuck.” 

You can only moan in agreement, not even coherent enough to speak right now. Your entire focus on the connection of his cock in your pussy. 

Your body is so sensitive that you are shocked by how quickly you cum. Taking you by surprise as your head falls back and your hands hold onto his broad shoulders. Cunt clenching down around him and the heat of your orgasm rushing through your body and seemingly quenching that fire that had been burning since you touched the stone only minutes before. 

“Oh fuck, oh mierda.” He groans, clenching his teeth and shouting when he thrusts once more, pulsing heavily inside you as he paints your womb with his seed in hot spurts. Panting and whining as he rocks his hips to push every drop into your quivering cunt until he’s spent and collapsing against you and both of you drop to the table top. 

Gasping for air, you try to catch your breath as you roll your head to the side and feel Max nuzzle against your neck, his own breath still undstead. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the stone. “What the fuck was that?” You ask, bewildered and almost giggly as you look at the fertility stone that had compelled both of you to fuck like wild animals in your lab. 

“I don’t know.” He pants. “But I might need a minute if we do it again.” 

Breaking into a giggle, your hand slides up to pet the hair that you had been snorting at earlier. Maybe Max Lord wasn’t soooo bad. “Hell of a tour, huh?” 

“Fuck.” He chuckles, still not moving on top of you and snuggling into you even more when your fingers scratch his scalp. “The best.” 

[survivingandenduring]

Mr Enduring has flicked onto a film channel; hes gone for WW84

and has now, despite seeing this film twice before, just gone…hold on a minute isn’t that…hold on…is it really? It’s Pedro Pascal!

yes, my love…i know.

Looks like its a Maxwell Lord kinda evening 🤪

Come on Max. Let’s go

[gosmigenergy]

Masterlist

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BUNNY VERSE

Multi-series fics that follow a polyamorous relationship between the Triple Frontier boys and F!Reader. Reader has no name but is given the nickname Bunny early on in the relationship.

Kinktober 2023 / Series Masterlist / After a conscious decision to stop dating, your friend invites you to fight night where more than one person catches your eye. If you’re new here, hi, this is the best place to start!

My Bunny Valentine / Mini Series / A continuation of the Bunny Universe, stories feature a Valentine’s theme.

Secret Romantic ft Santiago / My Bunny Valentine ft Benny / Dance Partner ft Frankie / Wake Up Call ft Will / Just Desserts ft Santiago, Will, Frankie and Benny

Drink Around The World / One Shot / After the boys promised to take you to Disney, you and Benny take on the challenge of drinking around the world.

MISC CHARACTERS

Feels Like Christmas / One Shot / Maxwell Lord (Lorenzano) x F!Reader

[galaxyedging]

This picture is not talked about enough.

[coastielaceispunk]

Liquid Dreams

Hello, lovelies, it has been too long! Life is finally calming down and I am so ready to get back into writing, thank you for your patience with me and all your love always. Returning by finally posting this forever wip of my favorite Pedro boy to write. This lil fic is dedicated to @lowlights on her birthday! My love, my soulmate, and forever beta babe, I love you! Happy birthday beautiful!

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F!reader

A Man’s World-Verse

Word Count:   1.9+k

Warnings: Established relationship, wet dream, consented somno, ass play, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, cum play, cum eating, lil begging, dirty talk, a 'good boy' and a 'that’s my girl' among others, silliness and softness, sleepy sex.

Summary: You help Max through a wet dream and he treats you to a VERY good morning.

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Opening your eyes barely in the early morning light, you hear distressing noises. No. Wait. Needy noises? 

Blinking away the remaining sleep in your eyes while you stretch, your fingertips find the source of the desperate sounds all the way on the far side of the king-sized bed. The light caress of your fingernails on his exposed skin pulls a muffled whimper from his lips. You pause your hand’s movement and his breathing evens out again, still deep in sleep.

As you lean up on your elbow to see him, your brain takes a moment to catch up to what you are looking at. A quiet gasp leaves your parted lips. Max is laying on his stomach, face down on his pillow, his arms underneath and hands grasping the pillow tightly. The bed sheet is kicked all the way off of his naked body and his left leg is hiked up, facing away from you. His whole body glistens with a thin sheen of sweat and his mop of hair is sticking to his damp forehead. Somehow, he has worked his second pillow down between his thighs, and as you crane your neck to take in more of him, lingering on his adorable ass, you see how the firm pillow has pressed up into his crotch. 

Little breathy whines sharpen your attention and the slow roll of his hips begins to captivate you. The welcoming pressure of the pillow surely causing such sounds. Max is humping his pillow in his sleep. Poor thing is having a wet dream. You cannot help but slide your equally naked body closer, his heat calling to you. He sleeps so deeply you wonder how much you can help him through whatever fantasy he is currently imagining.

When the tips of your fingers glide up the back of his warm thigh to the crease of his bottom, he starts to pant. You take so much pleasure in the effect your touch has on him. Even in sleep, he responds as if you are pure electricity on his skin. Then…he mumbles your name.

“Baby…please…more. I need more.” Max is dreaming about you. Fucking you. Being fucked by you maybe? Your pussy is wet with interest now, arousal finding its rightful place.

Leaning even closer, you place your hand on his hip to feel his rolling thrusts into the bed. With your lips to his ear, you whisper, “I can give you more, Maxie. Have you been a good boy?”

Max mewls into his pillow, hot and wet, drooling from your coaxing words as his hips pick up their pace, fucking his pillow further into the mattress.

You coo at him quietly to keep going as your soft touch moves from his hip to the round of his ass and then to where his balls are nestled between his weight and the squished pillow. His whines become clearer as you stroke the sensitive area beneath his balls with your knuckles. The friction of his cock along his tummy must be amazing because you can tell he is getting close by his stuttering breaths. Still dreaming, Max just needs something to push him over the hazy edge.

That’s when your wandering fingertips pull themselves upwards between his cheeks. Max looks so beautiful like this. Relaxed, responsive, vulnerable. He lets out a choked gasp when you press the pad of your middle finger to his tight entrance. He did want more.

“Good boy, Maxie. Come for me.”

Max pistons his hips so hard the whole bed shakes. With a strangled cry into his pillow, he comes for a long time. His hips continue to roll through his high and his arms unravel from under his pillow to pull his whole body further into the bed with an animalistic growl, feeling every second of sleepy ecstasy he can. 

Once he stills and takes a few deep breaths you bring your hand back to his hip and roll him towards you. Max looks up at you with heavy-lidded, sleepy eyes, his face content and satisfied, his chest heaving. You can’t help but smile down at him in his disheveled state. 

“Good morning, Maxwell,” you glance to where he fucked his come into the sheets, the large glossy stain mocking you, you wish it was covering you. Your eyes trail over to his softening cock and the little bit of come that covers his stomach, “you’ve made such a mess, baby, let me help you.”

Max’s hand grips your ass as you position yourself on your knees beside him to lean down and lick his tummy clean. His touch, a sign he is present now, makes you sigh.

“I think you’ve helped me plenty this morning, my darling,” Max groans as your lips suck every last bit of his spend off of him. His breath hitches when you kiss him lower on his hips and you look up to see that he is watching you closely. “So beautiful you are.”

Max hums as you continue mouthing at his stomach, hips and thighs, his fingers dip into your soaked folds from behind, “Oh, sweetheart.”  Max leans up to crowd your space and lay you back with his full weight soliciting a comforted whine from your lips.

“Did making a mess of me turn you on, my love?” Max whispers into your neck as if you’re both still sleeping. His hands press and pull their way down your body as he rocks into you becoming hard again. 

“Of course it did,” you counter, matter of factly.

“Of course,” Max repeats as he cups your mound making you outwardly moan. The tips of his thick fingers teasing your entrance. 

“Baby, please. More,” you can’t help but beg his own words back to him.

“Anything for my dream girl.”

Your gaze finds his at the response, full of love and lust. Max then crashes his lips to yours in a passionate kiss just as two thick fingers thrust into you. He swallows your moans, curling his fingers up before pulling them all the way out to push them slowly back in. Over and over, the squelch of your arousal fills the humid morning air. Your hips move of their own accord seeking every inch of his long fingers. 

The kiss turns feral and instinctive as you wiggle below Max and he ruts his renewed length into your thigh.

“Max…” you whine in a quick breath to his persistent lips and he knows what you need.

He reluctantly pulls back for air. “More?” Max asks already lifting to situate between your opening thighs. When he removes his fingers from your pussy, you groan, but he shushes you with quick kisses. You watch him shove his fingers, covered in you, between his kiss-swollen lips as he lines himself up with your slick entrance.

“Fuck, baby, just had to…” Max sheaths himself fully, “...taste you.” He is talking with his mouth full of his own fingers, does he still think he’s dreaming? 

All you can do is cling to his sides. He worked you up so fully he glides in easily and the thick tip of him punches deep within. Both of you are so open in the early minutes of waking, trading groans and sighs when he starts to move. The soft leisure turns to heavy purpose as your bodies awaken together. 

As he finds his pace, Max removes his fingers from between his lips, his tongue chasing the taste of you that lingers, and slides his hand between your warm bodies to circle their slickness over your swollen clit. His slack-jawed expression makes you clench around him as his touch dips lower to feel how you open to take all of him. Max’s groan of approval makes your eyes roll back and once he is satisfied his fingers find your clit again with more pressure.

“You feel so good, so tight, around me, baby,” Max grunts with a couple of particularly deep thrusts moving you up the bed into your pillows. 

Plummeting towards your climax you pull Max down to you, locking your ankles above his ass and start to meet him thrust for thrust pulling him even deeper. He falls to his elbow, his other hand trapped, and his lips seek the plushness of your breasts that have pressed into him under his weight. Sloppy, wet open mouth kisses stain your cleavage and when he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth with a harsh suck, you cry out his name.

“Max! Ma-Max…oh fu-” you cut yourself off with an indulgent moan that has you gasping for air as your orgasm rips through your whole body. Your toes tingle, your fingers ache with how tight you fisted Max’s hair, and you feel as if you are waking up all over again rolling through the haze of your climax. 

“That's my girl, squeezing me so good, so wet, so warm,” Max continues to grind deep into you as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm whimpering and whining under him. You know he is starting to seek his second release when he begins to murmur and mumble into your neck. Both of his hands now grasp the back of your neck, your ass, and your hips, anything he can hold to feel all of you. He always needs more and you are the one to give it to him.

Through his loud panting and heavy breathing he doesn’t hear your question, “wha..?” He's just so caught up in you.

“I said,” you pant into his ear as he picks up his pace again, “Tell me. Tell me what you were dreaming about.”

As if the memory crashes into him all at once Max whines and his hips start to falter.

“Tell. Me.” You whisper and nibble his earlobe.

Now he is frantic and gasps for air, “I…baby…you…I was where you are right now.”

“Ohh? I was filling you up?”

“Y-yes,” Max whimpers as your hands travel back down to his ass, his high pitched sounds telling you he's nearly there again. 

“Taking me so good…right…” your middle finger trails between his cheeks again and really presses to his puckered entrance, “here?”

“YES, baby, oh god!”

Max comes hard inside of you, his final thrusts seeking more pressure from your finger and when it slipped just inside the tiniest bit, he was thrown over the edge with a husky shout. A few more lazy thrusts and he's done painting your pussy, his come leaking out of you around his softening cock staining the sheet below. 

He pulls out of you with a soft grunt and collapses comically next to you on the bed falling partially on his first, still wet spot. The way he pulls his arms into himself and his scrunched face makes you giggle. As he laughs too you roll over to lay on his chest. He holds you in his arms catching his breath as you draw patterns into his chest freckles.

“Is that something you would like me to do, Max? Something you would like to do together?” You quietly speak after a stretch of silence watching the rising sun’s rays peek through the blinds. 

“If you are comfortable with trying, my darling, I think I would like it very much.”

“I love doing everything with you, Maxie.”

He smiles at you softly, stroking your sex-wild hair from your face. His sleepy face is now bright with love and possibility.

“My dream girl.”

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[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Rolex & pinky ring: who wears it best?

Javi Gutierrez v Maxwell Lord

We have a new Pedro boy contesting the polls! I absolutely love this combination and that they're wearing what looks like the same watch model, just in different colours. May the best boy win!

(I will be redoing a proper watch compilation, and I also need to do a jewellery compilation, but this poll will have to do for now.)

P.S. Literally just hit 1k as I was about to post this poll! A worthy 1k poll if I may say so (as long as it's a poll that Jack doesn't lose lmao). Thank you so much for following guys, to many more polls and compilations 🎉

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[phoenixpascal]

Three movies that I find pointless and a waste of Pedro's time are strange way of life, Wonder woman 84, and kingsman.

Credit: @perotovar

Credit: @chrishemsworht

Credit: @pedrohub

[isopodcast]

"Life is good... But it can be better!" 😉

Max Lord from "Wonder Woman 1984", courtesy of the immensely, unbelievably talented @miranhas-art. Thank you for creating more spectacular art for me! (Click the photo for high-res.)

I gave her a pic of US senator Ted Cruz with accidental renaissance vibes, told her to have fun, and here we are. Here are some close-up shots that give me heart palpitations:

[firsttarotreader]

Max Lord as The Magician. Art by my lovely friend who wants to stay anonymous.

Here are the links to:

The card

The series

[simpingcowboy]

A Late Night Call

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader, use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warnings: work place relationships, Maxwell being a softie

Summary: A late night call from your boss ends in an unexpected proposition.

A/N: Please accept this soft Maxie piece that's been laying in my drafts forever as an apology for being MIA <3 slowly getting back into writing! Ft. Raquel being an absolute gossip girlboss of a wingwoman

Max Lord sits impatiently by the phone. Eyes switching over to watch the time, doubts mounting with each click of the clock. Hands tracing up and down his thighs to stop from dialing the number.

He knows he shouldn't. It wasn't right. It wasn't professional. But he just had to. Max needed more than anything to hear your voice.

"A la mierda." Fuck it, Max hisses under his breath as he reaches for the hotel room phone quickly typing in your mobile phone number.

You slowly rose from your place in bed, where you'd been comfortably relaxing. The insistent ringing of the phone Max had given you. Making your way over to the phone you reluctantly press accept.

"Hello?" You answered in a sleepy voice.

"Good evening, Y/N" Max feels a tinge of shame for bothering you, but he can't deny the relief he feels at the sound of your voice. He'd missed you so much.

"Mr. Lord! I'm so sorry I wasn't expecting a call from you."

At the sound of Max's voice you feel much more awake than you were prior. Your boss and huge crush of the past year is calling you off the clock late at night. Initially, you're hit with concern; though some far back corner of your mind hopes for something more personal. But certainly that would not be the reason.

You straighten up and clear your throat. "It's rather late, is everything with the convention going fine?" You ask with concern.

"Late?" Max questions, glancing over at the clock by his bed it only reads 7:30 pm. He had given you an itinerary for the week he'd be off, meaning you should be finishing up at the office for the day.

"Yes Sir, it's 10:30 here. You're 3 hours ahead of us, Mr. Lord." You suppress the giggle in your throat.

Max dramatically slaps his hand to his forehead, internally cursing himself for forgetting. "Forgive me. You know how lost I am without you." He says in an attempt to charm you into excusing his mindlessness. "I hope I did not wake you? I can let you go if you need to rest."

His embarrassment is obvious by his tone of voice. You smile to yourself as you imagine him, blushing with his hand slapped over his forehead. The same way he always was when he'd made a mistake.

"It's not an issue Mr. Lord. You know I'm always available to you. What was it you were calling about? I'm not at the office, but I'm sure I can help."

"I just wanted to catch up with my favorite employee. Everything has been well? You and Raquel have everything under control?" A lie, but a good of an excuse as he could give at the present.

"Yes! It's been fine. The office has been a bit- boring since you've been gone, but we have everything under control." You say with confidence. With the exception of Raquel going on a very expensive lunch outing with a client all has gone to plan. Though your days were much more lonesome without Maxwell Lord to fill them with laughter.

"That's great to hear." He says with a pause.

"...Mr. Lord?"

"Yes?"

"Was um…was that all you needed?" As much as you loved talking to him, speaking outside of business hours, alone, in your home was confronting you with all your most personal feelings towards Maxwell. Felt as if you were on a late night call with a boyfriend not your boss.

"Oh I suppose it was." He says solemnly, desperate to not hang up the line yet. "But…we could- only if you want of course- talk a bit more…" he rambles, cutting himself off.

"I- I could do that…" a warmth comes over your face, burning hot. Suddenly very grateful he can't see you through the phone. "I'm not stealing you away from anyone, am I?"

You had never seen Max go on any dates, and he certainly was not married. Raquel also seemed fairly certain there was no one he was seeing in any sexual relations either. Still- you couldn't help but wonder. He could certainly get most anyone he wanted.

"No, I'm alone." Max states simply. "And I am not denying anyone your company?"

Max had never heard you mention any romantic partners, and according to Raquel you had been single the whole while you'd been employed under him.

"No, Mr. Lord. I'm all yours."

"If we're going to just talk, you can call me Max." He says blushing, wondering if you'll accept. He always wondered how your voice would sound saying his name.

You smile giddily into the phone, feeling like a high schooler, "Okay…Max."

Hearing you say his name makes him smile. His name sounds so good coming from your lips, "Much better."

There's silence for a moment as you both rack your brain for something to talk about. You cave first, succumbing to your usual talk..work.

"So umm… how has the convention been?"

"Good! I think we will be very busy for the next few months." He says excitedly.

"I knew you'd do amazing, Max. I'm sure we'll be able to handle the new work just fine!"

Max let's out a soft sigh, reclining back in the office chair. The hand not holding the phone moves to unloosen the tie around his neck, suddenly feeling much too tight. He wants more…not just work out of you. He just needs to know if you want that too.

"Y/N… May I ask you something?"

"You may."

"Do you like me?"

"Well- of course I do…You're a very good boss, and a good man." It was an odd question. He was not one to ask for reassurance, always effortlessly pulling up a confident facade.

Max chuckles softly, deciding on a more direct approach. His usual tone subdued down to a tender voice, "Good enough to go on a date with?"

"Mr. Lord-"

"Max." He quickly cuts you off.

"Max. What- why are you asking me that?" Your face grew hot from embarrassment. Was he humiliating you? Did someone tell him in an effort to undermine you?

"When I get back I'd like to take you out to dinner." Max says bluntly.

You nearly choke- "T-to dinner?" You repeat nervously, certainly he doesn't mean…

"Yes…if you'll have me that is. It can just be as coworkers, but I would like to go on a date with you. If it is, you'd like to go out with me too? Maybe that new Italian place you were talking about?" He asks gently, preparing his heart for you to reject him.

You feel your heart race. He doesn't usually date his employees, does he? No- Raquel definitely would have told you if he dated people in the office.

"Maxwell, are you sure? You are feeling okay, right?" Maybe this big convention had been too much for him.

"Yes." He says without hesitation. "I've wanted to ask you out for a while." Max anxiously fiddles with the telephone cord. "Will you allow me to escort you to dinner?"

"I would like that…" you reply shyly, trying not to sound too eager. You bite your lip to keep from dramatically exclaiming. "I would really like that, Max."

Max smiles in the comfort of his hotel. His heart jumping with joy. "I look forward to it. Umm…could you write that into my schedule?"

You laugh aloud, you were still his secretary afterall. "Of course, Mr. Lord" you say teasingly. "Should I secure you a reservation as well?" You add smiling.

"Yes…" he says smiling "That would be very helpful. Choose whichever seating you most prefer… I'll have Raquel help set up the rest of it." He says bashfully. "Have to let some of it be a surprise. "

Your heart beats in anticipation of your date. Your mind too is already racing with the question of what to wear. "I'll do that first thing tomorrow…Max."

"Y/N" He repeats your name back to you, a flirty tone evident in his voice.

A sudden yawn escapes through your throat. "I'm sorry-" You continue, trying to explain yourself.

"It's okay, Mi Amor. You should go to bed." Max hushes sweetly into the receptor, his voice softer than you've ever heard before. "I'll call you and Raquel tomorrow, okay?"

You want to stay on the line. You want to talk to him all night, but your drooping eyelids betray you. "I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow. Not so late this time though, please?"

He laughs, "No, not so late. I'll call around lunch time."

You nod your head mindlessly, "Sounds good."

Max smiles to himself, enjoying this relaxed playful side of you. "Goodnight, Darling. Sleep well."

"Sleep tight, Max." You murmur into the phone, reluctantly hanging up.

Max clutches the phone to his chest, unbelieving what just unfolded. A smile growing on his face, eyes lighting up like a school boy. "Te gusto…" he murmurs into the empty room. 'You like me…' Max may not truly be a confident man. Nor half the lady's man he claims to be, but if he's gotten you- he can't be all that bad after all.

Tomorrow, you'll wake up and question if it was a dream. And when Raquel vehemently interrogates you about it, the reality of what you agreed to will hit you like a freight truck…But for now, you're more than happy to crawl back into bed and drift off dreaming about your handsome boss taking you out to a romantic dinner.

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Wonder Woman 1984 (2020)

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Demons by Doja Cat is Max Lord’s song idc.