#...this doesn't stop her from making subtle; testing power plays.

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“I think I’ll add you to my collection.” | @saturnmused

OBJECTIFICATION WAS NOT A FOREIGN CONCEPT within the walls of Ana's Nightclub. In fact, it was one that the Matron encouraged within reason- both in the deliberate way they dressed, and the way in which they encouraged her staff to behave. It brought in revenue, encouraged new clients to become regulars, and tempted those on the fence to give in and splurge on 'a good time'.

If one could afford it, that 'good time' could very well be with her.

Yet as she sets this man's ordered drink before him, what she hears is something else entirely. It was PRESUMPTION, and caustic to boot. A statement more familiar from the mouth of base pigs (or those which Vicious kept in company) than her typical clientele. Which is somewhat strange, as this was his first return- a second visit -and from what she is aware this man was supposed to have class.

Yes, she'd gone digging around. She'd have been vapid not to.

❝ I am not for sale as a permanent addition, Mr. Bogdan. ❞ Mob bosses were potentially touchy animals on a good day, and so the Hostess smiles almost sweetly as she meets his eyes; elegant frame sliding to sit upon his thigh as if she belonged there. Perhaps the only thing that gives away her unease, was that her deep brown gaze - appearing black in the clublight - was as razor-bladed as the EDC stilletto beneath her skirt.

❝ If you so desire, however, my time - and talent - is available for those with the means to pay~. At least for the night... and as long as you prove to me you have MANNERS. ❞

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An Ethical Consideration.

Pairing: IVE’s Yujin x Male Reader

Word Count: 9,124

A/N: The last fic of 2024. Been wanting to write some office-related stuff right now and glad I had the time to do so. Hope y'all like this quick piece of mine and cheers onto the next year ahead! <33

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The weight on her shoulders is the sum of her choices, and it bears the burden of being intact and to be precise eloquently. She’s often mistaken as a model due to her undeniably stunning pulchritude from head to toe as well as her clever mind that's just the cherry on top, and you can’t deny that, but the thing is, she’s a power lesser than you since you’re the more omnipotent one.

Your ego refuses to let her crumble down your defenses whenever you fall for her natural charms and whatnot, yet again, you can’t deny that. Mainly, it doesn’t help with the nature you have with her, always used to assert dominance.

Despite all of these egotistic approaches and hypocritical advances, you still treat her as a human because you’re not that cruel of a person, and even so, letting her be the first one to know what you have in plan for today.

“Schedules, again, Yujin.”

“All over? Today? To—”

“Yes.” You look at her, fixing your necktie with a stern stare that possibly intimidates her. “And yes.”

Standing a little awkwardly beside you, Yujin mutters each of your endeavors, an occupation that seems to strangle the concept of time.

“At 1 P.M., you’ll have a meeting with Mr. Kim and his colleagues, and that will take an hour and a half, presumably. Then, at 3 P.M., you’ll be in a—”

“Wait, wait, Yujin.” She gulps nervously with your words, possibly a little nuanced from what’s her usual demeanor until you chuckled a laugh.

“You are really something else, Yujin.”

She composes herself with her eye contact with yours, and you replied with a mutual action as your reassuring tone possibly relieves her. “W-What do you mean, sir?”

“Come on, I’m just playing with you—you don’t need to repeat it all but you’re just…” You look at her, from her doe eyes to her black heels, and then paint that smile you know that she always loves to see. “A different breed, I guess.”

Yujin smiles, knowing this is all a test and completely reassured. She continues assessing the paperwork lying on the desk and you watch her amusedly, clearly admiring her determination and this little interaction etches a note down your brain.

These are one of her struggles being your secretary, and it’s often making her question her every move nowadays since your mood is often played inside a Russian roulette. Yet on your side, it’s clear that you like to see the subtle anxiety in her eyes and your little, silly fantasies that possibly annoys her.

“Also, one thing, Yujin.” She looks at you, eyes full of anticipation.

“Yes, sir?”

“You can drop the paperworks.” You gesture it with your hands, a smile vibrant towards her even though it’s evidently simple, and she can’t help but feel relieved with your words. “Treat yourself a little, alright?” 

A simple token of gratitude is what made her smile that gleefully. At long last, she won’t be worrying most times, beating herself into that stress that’s always inevitable whenever she’s in your vicinity but it doesn't eliminate the fact that she’s still incredibly doubtful.

“I don’t understand, sir.”

“I mean it, Yujin.” You draw yourself closer but not too much, then stare at those brown orbs of hers to make her feel the sincerity of your words. “Don’t worry for me, for now. Make yourself comfortable, okay?”

She nods and is clearly being reassured with your words. She thanks you for the little token of gratitude, bows at you and walks swiftly immediately, not before stopping on her tracks with her name coming out of your lips, her eyes intrigued. “By the way, come to my office later at 5 P.M., I’ll show you something and don’t worry, you won’t be in any trouble.”

Well, that doesn’t help her at all but your reassuring tone was the indicator, to say the least.

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You’re just hoping she gets to use her time in the best ways possible, for every second should be worth her time, and you’re just waiting patiently for her and what’s bound to possibly happen.

Frequently checking your watch, you patiently wait for her as the rook takes your queen, near with your king and that’s another checkmate. You’re killing time playing chess online, and knowing you’ll still have some time to spare allows you to decide on this.

“Wow, he’s good.” You murmured as your focus is entirely invested onto what could be your next move as a knock on the door could be audibly heard.

“Come on in.” It’s enough to hear it, and there the figure goes into the room. There’s a high chance that Yujin’s the one that’s going to knock on the door at this given time, three minutes after the clock strikes five and damn right it is.

“Oh sir, I’m incredibly sorry—”

You snap and she shuts herself, eyes wide and a gulp evident. “Don’t apologize, Yujin—take a seat instead.”

Once she hurried to take a seat, you fixed your collar, and composed yourself to possibly intimidate her. Here it starts, and your choice of words reflects the outcomes that may happen.

“You really do surprise me sometimes, Yujin.” Your voice is so close to being unreadable that even Yujin takes a hard time to decipher it. She’s matching your disposition, and clearly anticipating more. “You’re still into those things that we used to do?”

Fuck. Something clicked in her, and she instantly knew the sole reason for her appearance here.

She still denies it, knowing there’s no evidence of the assumption but you know she’s back to her clandestine roots. “S-sir, I can assure you that I’m over whatever you’re possibly thinking.”

“Oh please, Yujin, stop with the lies—”

Knowing how retaliation with words and the defensive approach could absolutely result in anything going against her way, she would opt for an option that could possibly bear the best of outcomes. “Then what is it, sir? What’s this assumption all about?”

She’s slowly raising her tone, failing to cover up her permeating defensiveness as you gestured to calm her down, and let yourself be heard as she’s in clear of any trouble. 

“Yujin, me personally—I’m just saying that I was genuinely baffled that you’re still into that.” Your words work like a charm, getting more loosened up as the soothing atmosphere really eliminates the fact that about denial and lies. “If it’s the others, you could’ve landed onto something hard on the surface but not for me.”

Her gaze fixated towards you with your last words, a smirl curling up your lips as you can see the comfort within her. Yet, there’s still a question lingering in her mind that she can’t contain any longer. 

She gave up knowing it’s not worth it to put a nail on a coffin, yet rather, open it up. “How’d you know, sir?”

She's still anxious and it’s completely normal even with the possibly platonic relationship you’ve built with her because at the end of the day, you’re the one in control, a higher hierarchy. “Well, it’s quite simple, actually?”

There’s probably glint in her eyes, running up the possible reasons of a secret unshackled as her career is probably flashing before her eyes, knowing how your sugar coating is absolutely deceiving at most times. “How s-simple, sir?”

She’s stuttering but that didn’t stop you, and it’s cruel to know how bittersweet these events can get but you need to address it, and add a possible way to bring something back to life.

You push the seat away from you as you stand up, now going towards her and breaking that suspense that’s lingering right from the start when she steps foot onto your office. “Wonyoung reported me about your naughty desires when all eyes aren’t watching you, clearly moaning my name and still fantasizing about me, hm?”

Oh, the sabotage. You know how it can possibly hurt her to hear those words come out of your mouth, but that’s the truth and right when Yujin is coming to defend her actions, you pull up a trick on your sleeve that could easily dismantle her attempts to dismiss the truth.

The recording plays, loud and clear, her voice calling you lustfully and god, it’s breaking her, piece by piece.

“Wha—”

“It’s hard, Yujin—I know, but at least keep it within yourself probably, you know?” Now, you’re just hitting her critically, opposing the reassurance you enlightened her with earlier. She’s looking down, defeated and apologetic and you’re sympathetic with her vulnerable state. “Oh please, look at me, Yujin.”

You inch closer towards her, tilt her chin up, looking at you endearingly with a plea loud in each second she stares at you, as you continue. “Enjoy your break, Yujin. We’ll talk later for more. I’m clearly disappointed.”

You give her way towards the door as she stands up quickly, on the verge of tears, sniffling with a loud thud of steps. As she’s about to reach for the door handle, your voice interrupts her, feeling like a deja vu from earlier. “Clearly disappointed to know I wasn’t there to aid you.”

Those words struck hee like lightning, piercing through her like a sword as it hit too well, letting her feel rivaled and frozen. You walk towards her, a smile curling up your lips as she turns around with a quizzical expression. “What do you mean, sir?”

“You know what that means, Yujin.” Your hands are quick to pull her dangerously close toward you, making her yelp with your actions and she’s clearly processing what’s currently happening yet jovial knowing this could end up something elevated that what she was expecting.

You’re now facing her, nose a mere inch away as you whisper. “Now let me show you what you really need.”

God, it’s a sight to behold. You immediately pull her and latch your lips with hers, exchanging torrid pecks that define the hunger and deprivation between the both of you.

You’ve been in your cage for so long and for the longest time possible, you missed these moments with Yujin and you can’t let that opportunity slide. You tug onto the hem of her blazer as you admire her outfit, and teased with how it’s clearly against the dress code. “Feeling really stylish, as always.”

“Hope you liked it, sir.”

“I really do, Yujin.” Then, you continued with the sloppy exchanges, clearly savoring each second you latch onto hers as her plum lipstick accentuates her given scrumptious taste, letting you yearn for more and she reciprocates so swiftly.

It was a quick descent and possibly all according to plan, but you can’t deny the fact that a possible friendship can be ruined between such close friends, but for now, all these things are set aside as your focus is entirely averted towards Yujin.

One, two—fuck, she’s a great kisser.

And so are you, possibly.

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These events really took a wild turn, and not even two minutes of such a lustful exchange, comes the comfortability of both parties, even descending down to the madness of lust, and the first victim that falls onto that is Yujin, clearly vocal about how she missed getting that taste of your succulent shaft.

“You really want to suck my cock, huh?” She can’t help herself with the thoughts in her, absolutely telling her to give in to her carnal desires and she does so.

Yujin just falls onto her knees, a loud thud audible as she can’t help herself but just be drunk with the thought of slobbering all over your length. “Please, sir—I need your cock—to taste it.”

“Wrong name, Yujin.” You tug her ponytail, earning a yelp from her as bites her lips, subtly liking the way you’re rough on her.

“Sorry, daddy—I just can’t help it…” And so, you gave her mercy, even with just the precious seconds left to spare.

You smirk, looking down and eventually seeing the lust behind those adorable, doe-like eyes that resembles how she’s undeniably ruinable whenever she pulls up this look.

“Oh, Yujin…” You lift her head up with a finger on her chin, chuckling as your sinister plans are starting to choreograph the possible actions you can do to ruin your secretary on your professional grounds as this can be considered somewhat ethical at your own words. “I’m going to make you choke all over my dick so bad that the only thing you’ll remember on the whole day we’re here is the taste of it, and mark my fucking words.”

Fuck. Yujin mutters and gulps, because your tone permeates sincerity and there’s no way on god’s green earth you’ll never fulfill those promises, not when Yujin is kneeling down so submissive and entirely begging to be sullied.

“That’s what I want to hear, daddy.”

The falling consonants escaping her lips ignites something within you, and you’re throbbing just hearing her voice being sultry, aching to be freed. You are unable to take it anymore, and Yujin knows how much you need to be relieved even if it gets so risky. “Do the honors, my Yujin, now.”

You’re really demanding, and she fulfills it within a heartbeat.

Yujin unbuckles and frees every bit of clothing that deprives her with the view of insatiability, hungry and yearning to get herself a hold of her desired prize. She’s swift and deft with it, hands skating through the confines like it’s nothing and that’s what you like about her—the lingering confidence that no one else can match, and she’s bold and audacious with a care towards you only. As selfish as that sounds, why would it matter when it’s Ahn Yujin that’s in front of you and possibly, worshiping you.

The last bit of defense, your boxers, and it’s going to be deemed useless as her hands tug on it and give you that submissive look. “Promise me that you’ll be rough for me, daddy.”

There are two reasons why is this extremely rhetorical: first, with a girl oozing with hotness and a body built to be ruined, how can you not think of something so ludicrous and utterly aiming to ruin her living life out of her; and second, preferably last, she always wants to be pounded and controlled to oblivion, putting in her place, just like the usual pursuits that sparks the risk.

“Always, Yujin—now get that lips on my cock now—want to feel it.” Again, it’s commanding and she likes it a lot.

The encapsulation of her lips around your purplish crown meets the inevitability of moans coming from your lips, her hot, wet flesh being too euphoric to handle. You can bear with the gratification, of course, but the way that she’s applying the pressure whenever her cheeks hollow and the plumpness her lips provide would like to have a word. It feels like your cock is made for her to suck, and she proves it with every second she spends her precious time with, a slobbering mess all over your length. She was quick to be messy, spit already seeping out of her mouth as she held your thighs for a support with her rapidly increasing pace. 

“Jesus, Yujin—this hungry for my dick? Really this bad—fuck!” The question was quick for her to be registered yet she chooses to ignore it, occupied with the devotion of giving the utmost pleasure and fulfilling her needs of tasting you.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?” You tugged her hair, a statement to consider as she pulls away from your saliva-sheathed shaft and catches her breath.

“Yes, daddy—I want y—mmh!” All you need to hear is a single yes to conclude the satisfaction within you and the want in her. She’s quickly muted with your sudden impalement, making her hands grab onto your thighs as she eagerly bobbed her head to prove that she can match your roughness. You grit your teeth, looking down at the sight of a lifetime, groaning with Yujin’s actions as her eyes gaze at yours through the reflection of her glasses, scanning your expressions to tell if you’re loving this or not.

Why would that be a question within her when you’re already moaning with her suction wringing the best bits of pleasure possible? Guess people have their own ways of assurance and Yujin’s ways are something you’d always commend—she always loves to ensure things even if it’s already confirmed to be certain.

When your tip hits the back of her throat, nose flushed onto your lower abdomen and her glasses slightly pressed, that’s when you uttered the hottest moans imaginable, feeling her oral assaults are a battery to invigorated the lust within you.

“God—fuck—how are you always feeling so good, Yujin?” You hands caress her ponytail as she ensues her pace, rightfully sullied then pulling out to state the rhetorical within you.

“Maybe because I’m a sucker for daddy’s cock, that’s why.” The choices of words were simple, yet hot and it’s the way that she delivers it too. Yujin flashed a smile before indulging onto your length again, stroking your base as her hunger speaks loud and clear, actions rapid and pleasurable.

The scene alone inside your office is something like in the pornogrpahic videos that tells the tale of fiction and what’s on the camera yet this is real, as the insatiability between the both of you drew towards this madness. Knowing that you keep your promises and wanting to make things elevated, you flashed a sinister smile before tapping Yujin’s cheeks poking with your length, and then she pulled out yet again, whimpering with the sudden depravity.

“What now, daddy?”

“I’m going to make a mess outta you, starting with this tight throat.” Your words are laced with lust and the venom that stings her to bite onto your commands, and eagerly anticipates what you’ll do next. You take a hold of your wet length and direct it inside her tightness yet again, groaning with how warm and pleasurable it is before grabbing her head with both hands and thrusting with an already moderate pace. 

She wants it rough, right? Then you’ll give it to her, even if it takes to break you as long as you get to ruin her innocence and that existing class within her.

She gags when it hits too deep, yet she doesn't stop you, taming her reflex as you invite you with more, digging her hands onto your hips and urging to take what her limits can. She’s fighting you, closing her shut and tight as she takes you was the notion that she’s already reaching her limitations, yet this is not what you trained her for and she knows it.

Without further to do, you let yourself be the one to expand her horizons of the inevitable domination all over her, and this time, you’ll be berserk.

“Open your fucking mouth, Yujin.” You let her jaw be slacked, up for the taking as you relentlessly pound her tight throat, fulfilling your needs and deeply disheveling and leaving her sullied once she leaves the office doors. You pinch her nose, playing with the risky game between asphyxiation and god, she’s struggling and constantly gagging onto your rapid length.

“You always love my cock balls deep into your slutty throat, don’t you?” The mocking gets into her, nodding frantically as your words spill the truth, nothing even close on being a lie.

Yujin’s cheeks flushed red, struggling for oxygen as you let go, letting her breathe through her nose and with a pocket of relief, she took your whole cock with an invigorated stance, standing her ground and not letting herself break. You tug onto her ponytail, surprisingly still bonded even with your relentless pace and ruthless actions and it’s just a great element for leverage, elevating the ruined look she emanates all for your eyes to see, and the glasses she’s constantly wearing is just the cherry on top. She digs her fingers onto your thighs, spit seeping out of the crevices of her mouth and your cock, coating the vicinity of skin around your length.

She wanted this anyway, and you’re just warming everything up.

Her ruined countenance is a sight to be etched within your deepest lobes in your brain, for it’s something stupendous and incredibly monumental. She ruins her own clothing and gags repeatedly, yet it doesn’t matter because as long as you’re molding her throat with the shape of your cock, then you’d say you’re in a triumphant run of domination over Yujin. “Take it all for me, Yujin—god, t-this fucking throat is way too good.”

You can vouch and it’s incredibly factual. You’d want to just warm up your shaft for the magnitudinal display of pleasure that’ll happen later (and it’s going up her tight cunt) yet her throat and her lips would like to speak up, or maybe even adding up to the mess you’re making right now.

Pick a side, and you can’t, but you have to decide yet the pleasure coursing down within you is putting you in a position of indecisiveness.

You continue the ruthless assault against her mouth, chanting her name while you do what you’re best at and your sincere praises towards her is just the cherry on top. Usually, she would be writhing her arms with subsequent gags resonating all over the room but it's surprisingly and genuinely impressive how she takes you better now, yet not the perfected craft you sought her to be and you wouldn’t complain. 

There’s also an additional element of lust that elevates the oral experience, and you cared to address that because of how hot it actually makes her, even more than what you expected.

“Not going to take those off, huh, Yujin?” You cool down your thrusts and let Yujin have the capability to control her pursuits, impaling her with more of what you can offer she pulls out to answer you, catching her breath and painting such a vibrant smile that contradicts the sexual tension lingering in the air.

Her mouth is utterly messy, saliva drips down to her chin as her insatiability towards you didn’t even bother the tiniest bit of modesty to even clean up. “I’d like to see how much you’ll cum knowing this does turn you on more.”

She knows. She fucking knows you. The way she said it so confidently with the smirk painted on her face says a lot, knowing that she’s just inflicting on the wounds of lust within you. She cracks the code open with your subtle kinks that’s profoundly known by her and immediately, she would live up to those fantasies of yours—it’s actually baffling how she knew your little fetishes that no one else can, and she’s absolutely clever reading you like a book.

“You know that I’ll probably destroy these glasses, Yujin.” The warning is audible, falling onto her ears as she continuously teases your tip with her tongue, before setting your insatiability aside and muttering up a reply.

“You probably can consider that you’ll fuck my mouth like it’s my cunt.” She’s not wrong, though, and certainly, that’s bound to happen. “And just so I know, you’re going to give me another set once these are broken because I’m something special, am I?”

It’s a blessing and a curse whenever she gets too cocky—her permeating confidence knowing her words exhibits the truth and it won’t help for your supposed reasonings, yet sometimes, her limits wouldn’t help her much, not when you still have the authority to be in control with a flick of a switch.

“Damn right it is, Yujin… You gave up and relinquished the truth, but you can’t wait up any longer for what’s the reason behind this sinful mess. “Now shut up and let me fuck your mouth.”

“Oh pl–mmh!” It was a mistake once she parted her lips enough to impale her with your cock, yet it’s all bound to happen and embraces every thrust your hips muster. 

The opportunity is taken, instantly ravaging her mouth like it’s your last, tugging on her ponytail that’s holding on thanks with your vice grip onto it. She’s tearing up as you ensued and put her in her place, managing eye contact towards you with a silent plea laced behind those glinting orbs of her for more. She’s gripping your thighs, a leverage that’s still not enough for her to handle your roughness and god, her hands digging you for more tells exactly how she doesn’t want the pace to dissipate.

She’s crazy for this, and you’ll match that freak of hers.

It hits balls deep every time, her glasses almost slipping out and being crushed with your own weight of force being distributed to this sinful endeavor. She grasps your thighs like she’s bound to break, and you’re going to achieve that yet she’s robust and able to take you for she is capable of your pace even with the evident gags and subsequent grips that could probably bruise your skin. 

Your pace never fails to bring her to the weakest, tears flowing down her cheeks as she indulges under your control and you’ll never falter, not when you had enough. The way her throat tightens up once you push your length deeper always sends yourself closer to the promising heights of euphoria and god, she’s just taking everything your hips oscillates. She’s just getting messier with every second that counts, yet she perseveres to prove her worth despite the apparent struggles.

And she delivers, every inch, every thrust, and every goddamn gag—

You pull out and she’s gasping for oxygen, her reddened face tells the story of your roughness and she just flashed a grin, her satisfaction fulfilled choking on a cock like yours.

“God, you’re so fucking messy, Yujin.” Your swears ignites something in her and it’s such a gem to hear profanities coming out of your mouth, because she knows she’s making you crazy and this was just the start of an exhilarating show. You wipe the saliva that escapes out of her mouth and seductively play with those lips of hers, and she knows what’s the reply of such display of lust.

She didn’t waste her breath to mutter a word, but rather, invest in constant hums as she sucks onto your fingers like a lollipop, enveloping that soft flesh and tasting like the sun won’t come up tomorrow. The voracious assault onto your fingers concludes her insatiability towards you, and she’s trying her best to live up to her desires and selfish pleasures.

As she’s incredibly readable, you could only imagine how soaked her cunt is with all of the lingering intimacy.

“God, please—more, daddy—please let me—”

“No.” You caress her cheeks and look at those eyes full of that lustful glint, preparing for what you could possibly do with her. Help her stand up and pin your arms so her back is pressed against the wall, your stare continues to pique her as it lures her in like a trap. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Yujin. Since you took me so well, I might have to consider something to aid your wrongdoings.”

A cunning smile paints you, as her eyebrows furrow in anticipation as her lust puppets her to desperation. “A-And what is that, daddy? Please, I’ll do everything even if it means more than what you can expect of me.”

“Expect? Hah.” A chuckle escapes your lips, and that puzzles Yujin. She’s laughable at that moment given how she’s mostly the epitome of fulfillment, the clear meeting of expectations. “Gladly enough, everything that I could think of links every missing piece so perfectly.”

That’s the beauty of An Yujin—clearly innocent yet determined for every obstacle that gets in her way, even if it means something unethical. But here’s the thing, you orchestrate what’s the order in this room and have the authority to bend what’s considered to be rightfully taken.

In this case, it’s something way too obvious.

“The question is: where do you want it, Yujin?” 

Once those words were said, her eyes immediately averted to your throbbing cock, rock-hard just for her as her hand seizes the opportunity yet you stop her. “Answer me, Yujin.”

“Inside me—just as long as I can feel it, feel you, daddy.” Now, you’ve just broken her and it’s all with a single kryptonite that she always loves to play with and it never fails her to be driven towards insanity.

“Oh, you really want it, huh?” The nod is evident and desperate, and you’re just igniting the fire to tease her further. “Bend over for me, on the desk.”

“But the documents—” Maybe the addressing of concerns should take place in a completely separate hour or day as you don't care if they’ll get all tangled in a huge mess because getting Yujin railed from behind will be your utmost priority. 

“I don’t give a shit, Yujin—we can rearrange them some time.”

“But daddy, it’ll be a—ow!” You’re fed up with her considerate actions because of your selfishness too, a grab on her wrists and a spank is enough to enlighten a statement within her.

Your eyes penetrate daggers through her, and it’s turning her on even more. “I really hate repeating myself, Yujin.”

You really do, and with the grip immediately loosening, she obliges and gets rid of such paperwork and bends over your main desk without any care but you.

“Better. Fucking better.” 

You glance over the helpless, submissive stance Yujin is on, and you’re just running on the possible permutation you can possibly do with her. She holds onto each side of the desk while looking over her shoulder, eagerly anticipating what you have in store with you and you definitely have an abundance of tricks up your sleeves.

“Don’t look back and put your hands behind you, Yujin.” She’s quick and obedient, gladly compliant because this would definitely turn around worse for her if she wasn’t being one. You are quick to grab your belt and she knows what’s possibly going to happen, erratic breaths and chuckles coming out of her mouth are the signs of her building satisfaction.

“God, I always wanted to experience this while you ravage me senseless, daddy.”

“Great thing this is your lucky day.” You wrap your leather belt around her wrists and hold them in place, making sure that Yujin is as helpless as possible before the sinful act commences.

“Too tight?”

“Not really, it’s just right.” She yelps and cries because of a harsh spank as its hypnotic ripple earns that groan from her, deriving pleasure out of your enervating ruthless approach towards her ass. You raise the hem of her skirt up to her waist, and so are those grey-colored shorts just a little to get a delectable view of a backside that could be worth millions, and luckily enough, you’ll be the only to see the wonder of such treasure. 

Your hands roam around her arched butt and those heaven-sent thighs, feeling the smooth, porcelain skin in every inch that just feeds to the hunger you’re having towards her but you have your own composure, a word of modesty and patience that Yujin isn’t bothering to have at these desperate moments. “You know this dress code isn’t really allowed, hm?”

“How so? No one has ever called me out wearing short skirts like these—oh god, right there…” She’s delving nearer onto her breaking point, moaning with your repeated assault towards her supposedly drenched lips through the frustrating fabric, teasing and building up her lust while she fights to be as eloquent as possible. “You n-never said a warning, daddy, let alone implement a rule or a ch—ow! Ohh, fuck!”

“All I’m saying is that you’re being such a slut for wearing one, just to summarize it for you, Yujin.” Your words sting as much as the heavy hits of your palm, marking a familiar rosy hue onto her ass that earns that triumphant smirk on your face.

“But I know you like it, by a lot.”

“Never said I didn’t.” You’re growing impatient because of the possible things that’s running around your mind, and it’s all about how you can totally sully her.

Your eyes darts onto her perfect skin, before tugging onto her shorts which is surprisingly easy to undress, coming off and onto her ankles just with a few seconds (Yujin standing up quickly also helps) and then the last bit of defense against the inevitability—those ruined, black silk thong that’s drenched with juices. Also, those come off and down on her ankles and all of those kicked to god knows where as she can’t help but moan with the sensitivity she’s currently feeling, and she likes being defenseless and being totally handled by you.

She never looked great being incredibly submissive and she’s perfectly built to be like this.

Amongst all of the foreseeable futures that could happen, one by one they are eliminated, until only three had made it to the final cut as these are the things that can go so right for the both of you: you could curse her satisfaction with your fingers teasing her tight cunt, on the edge of breaking apart and make her cum effortlessly; could invest onto some returned favor, your lips eating those succulent holes of hers as she writhes with the wetness you bring; and lastly (being the most cruel and pleasurable act you can possibly do), a finger, knuckle deep into her asshole and teasing her tightness with your own length.

Yet, with all of the articulative thinking, you can’t help but let your patience run thin and do what you promised earlier on—to let her see stars, ruin her entirely.

You nudge your cock onto her waiting heat, and immediately, you halt the agonizing reprieve as it is sheathed inside without a warning, knowing she can take it all despite her helpless state. At this rate, Yujin would be gripping both ends of the desk yet with the belt around her wrists and your hand holding her in place, she could just writhe and moan your name out uncontrollably as she gives everything in, and you control her.

Thanks to her slick juices, it wasn’t hard to accommodate yourself onto a moderate thrust that she grew accustomed to once you keep assuring and complimenting her, even if it comes out as a profanity.

“Not bad for a slut like you, Yujin—god, do you like this, hm?” You’re refraining to voice out how great she fucking feels around your cock, and let your mind savor the sight of her powerless figure dependent for your handling. 

“Yes, y-yes—oh fuck, yes, daddy—it’s so good, so good!” Her strained voice, stuttering and alluring is what invites you for a harsher pace. The both of you are mutually gratified with each other’s actions, and you can’t help but groan her name too in every thrust you do, now filling her up.to the hilt and withdrawing with just your tip inside. It is hard yet moderately paced, just how you like it for now, and knowing how this possibly defeats what Yujin likes, you don’t want her to wail and break apart within your own eyes.

Wait, she is calling you and pleading with you—that’s the sign, she wants more.

“Harder, daddy—please.” Of course you’ll fulfill that as soon as possible. You pull the belt towards you, letting her hands meet your abdomen and pound her tight cunt with a power greater than before. Every clash of your hips to her butt resonates this sound that’s the epitome of candy in your ears, and it’s just going to get better, knowing that with the profound kisses you do on her nape makes her clench even harder and wringing out the best of all pleasures.

She cries and you hum onto her skin, continuously worshipping her as her moans with your repeated actions set the fire in you, as well as her constant compliments that you know would be inevitable.

“You lips—g-god, you kiss me so good, daddy—oh shit…”

Your lips are dangerously close to her ears now, as you whisper, “And you take me so well—this tight cunt is really for my cock.”

Well, it probably is, considering how every thrust molds to the shape of your shaft lives up to your words. She’s incredibly tight and slick, even with the constant ravaging and it’s just getting way better knowing that she’s not showing any signs for you to slow down nor stop, letting you go berserk on living up to both your likings. It’s possibly painful to know that your eyes can’t get that hypnotic sight of her thighs rippling and as much as you like kissing her backside, you can’t afford to lose an opportunity with an angelic view.

“Grab the desk, Yujin. I’m gonna fuck you harder now.” Now loosening the grip of the belt around her wrists, she immediately leveraged with a painful grip onto each end of the desk as you didn’t slow down and continued your igniting fervor. She’s trembling once she grabbed onto both ends, thighs shaking due to your actions as her mouth spills honey-filled moans with the pleasure spiking up on her spine, and through her veins. 

Now, you have the everlasting sight to behold—the recoil of her skin with your thrusts is a vision to be etched within the deepest parts of your brain, and you’d live every moment seeing her like this. You painfully grip her hips, pounding her harshly to the point that the desk is even responding to your ruthlessness, but you don't care, not when she’s still coherent, able to walk and most of all, not cumming all over you.

These are just the multiple goals you'd eventually achieve, and it’s getting pretty near considering how her lips pulsate and drenches with copious amounts. She’s now creating a miniscule puddle onto the floor and the small rivulets on her thighs full of her nectar, and you’d eventually double that given how hard you’re fucking her and god, she’s crying and far from the An Yujin everybody knows.

“God, fuck—da-ddy, p-please—let me cum—let me cum, I’m s-so fucking close—oh god, oh god, p-please!” It continues like this, a jumble of words due to the skyrocketed pleasure she’s experienced and you know she’s dangerously close, and you’re just there to pull the trigger sooner.

She lets out a primal cry, and you seal her fate.

“Cum for me, Yujin.” Simple words yet enough to break a woman like her.

She’s practically gushing onto your fingers as you rub them out to reach her climax and she does so, spilling the borderline screams of pleasure that is caused by you, and she’s basically elevated way past her euphoric trance. 

Her knees tremble due to her orgasm, and whisper onto her ear while still pounding her through it since she wanted this in the first place. “You know, Yujin—I would have just fucked your tight ass if we have some lube, want to see your cunt gushing out while I ravage your tight hole.”

You’re not yet finished and your words immediately made her clenched so tightly that it made you groan in the middle of your sentences, but that doesn’t stop you from enlightening her with your fantasies. “God—both of your holes are fucking tight—guess I’d just make this pussy cum all over again while you could only imagine how my cock would slide so good inside you, hm?”

Your words do make her squirm uncontrollably, a key to the door of madness as you didn’t waste time increasing the pace and getting back to the roots of how this goes. Knowing how much you want her to reach another inevitable high, you opted for a leverage on her end, offering your fingers for her to such as she eagerly does so, tasting you and humming in need as every second passes by. You make her choke with your own digits, and she slurps each time she does so, yearning to impress you and to voice out how much she loves these miniscule actions to fight against the pleasure.

“P-Please, daddy…” She cries for you, letting her catch her breath as your thrusts are constant, deep, and unforgiving.

“Say i-it, Yujin—please for what?” You need that answer escaping those sinful lips of hers, you need it desperately, even if her voice is broken for all of the vocals she bestowed.

“Fuck—f-fuck me, daddy, please!” 

It’s the constant chant of the same sets of phrases and words and you can’t blame her, not when you’re absolutely fucking her like you do mean it. She can’t think straight, possibly seeing stars at this moment as her nectar spills into rivulets yet again, the mess currently spoiling the marble floor that didn’t concern you.

“My office is gonna smell like sex thanks to you, Yujin.” You let out that primal call, a satisfied one as her clenches aids more with the pleasure you’re currently experiencing. “And I’m—I’m fucking close, Yujin.”

The stream of constant moans ends up on a halt, as Yujin still has the coherence to think and break the loop of words, pleading as she tightens her grip on the desk. “On my face, please, daddy—you can’t cum inside me yet, not here!”

Oh, she now has this courage to utter words against your possible wants, and honestly, that’s commendable yet you didn’t like it and not when you’re in the peak of the hierarchy, in the absolute authority of things.

“And why not? Also, girls like you deserve a load inside their tight cunts, no matter what the circumstance.” No one could probably argue against you, not when her walls clench for you to fill her up, even though it’s against her wants yet again, you are the dominant one, the power to control and bend towards your will.

You didn’t utter a word and ramped up the pace again, and this time, you’ll do everything to feel every ounce of pleasure as much as possible. Yujin’s face contorts into that familiar countenance of being cock-drunken, yet you break that trance with a hand on her chin, making her face towards you and then again, you meet those luscious lips of hers that’s entirely insatiable.

You pull her close and continue to pound her tightness, humming on your reciprocation and her lips quivering in pleasure, chasing that high of yours that’s bound to spill into the depth of her tight walls. She tastes so great you can’t pull away just yet, closing your eyes and feeling how soft her lips are and when you do, you bring the final onslaught of thrust that’s possibly going to break her in half, moaning on how good you’re making her feel.

“Fuck—f-fuck, daddy—I’m gonna cum too—so close!” At long last, she’s a hair’s width onto her own high and being in the same boat as yours, and this couldn’t be any better.

“Fucking cumming again? Hah, then we’ll cum together then—gonna fill this pussy up so good, Yujin.” It’s surprising how coherent you are even though you’re as stimulated as Yujin but it doesn’t matter, not when your primal instincts are the ones that powers you to achieve that euphoria.

You dug your hand onto her hips, spreading her legs more to go deeper and god, you can’t possibly survive another set of thrusts on the count of five.

That familiar tingle firing you up was the call, and you impaled yourself deep into her snug walls, filling her with every spurt your slit can possibly deposit. She’s wailing, calling you and yearning for more as her brain can’t possibly fathom the utmost pleasure she’s experiencing and you’re just giving it all, giving what she desires right from the start.

She’s thanking you, a cry that could break you but in a different, unorthodox way that relies on the scope of lust. “Jesus—fuck, why are you always so goddamn tight, Yujin?”

It’s rhetorical and she knows it—she’s aware of what she can do to you, and even in a submissive frame, she can absolutely break you apart. You kept your length buried in her for a longer while, possibly extending the pleasure that’s beating your brain in a mush, and eventually, the inevitable could not be stopped. You pull out and let out exasperated breaths, admiring with the wonder of your roughness evident with your red handprints, and as the cherry on top, her cunt dripping with your anticipated load.

There’s still that gas left in the tank, a fuel burning and igniting for more and you can’t let it become idle.

“Thank—o-oh fuck—thank you for this, daddy…” Yujin’s chants are a constant ringing in your ear, her moans subsiding as she recovers from her own high, assessing how great you feel with your load deep inside her.

Your hubris never fails to fuel you up too, and you’re far from over.

“You remember me saying I’m going to fuck you rough, Yujin?” You’re demanding, incredibly primal and wanting more of what she can offer. She can sense it as she looks onto her shoulder only for you to guide her and flip her around, now facing you with your eyes evidently distracted with her leaking cunt. “And really mean it, because you're going to take more.”

Her eyes darted towards you, glowing, endeared, and laced with lust. She wanted this for weeks and now, she’ll get to feel your wrath once more, and this time, it would be way better than before since you’ll see how beautiful her face contorts whenever she succumbs to the pleasure, on even her moans to the very least.

It’s one of the robust parts of the pillars that builds up your concupiscence, and it’s the strongest amongst them all—her sultry tone says it all, and it’s just making you descend down to your own madness.

“Gonna breed me like the desperate girl I am, daddy?”

“Correction,” Your hands deftly find her waist, drawing her frame closer to you as she yelps with your sudden control, then smiles knowing she’s going to be put in her place. “A desperate slut.”

Yujin is still leaking, thighs stained in the right places with indistinguishable liquids caused by you and you’ll stand proud for the product you just made. Still with the skirt pulled up on her waist, you lifted her legs a little as she relaxes herself onto your desk—it’s pretty surprising how sturdy this is and probably, you’ll invest onto some greater furniture in the latter weeks, if ever—and teased your rock-hard shaft against those sullied, white-stained slit of hers, which earned another set of needy moans that’s clearly aphrodisiac in nature.

You’d never shut up how great she sounds, and you’re growing impatient by the second you tease her heat.

“Please, daddy—please put it in again…” Both of her arms extend down your shoulders, hands resting on your neck and caressing it, urging you to comply with her needs and she doesn’t need to plead more because you’re definitely in a losing battle of discipline.

Why would you even bother thinking of such a concept in this filthy endeavor? Yes, you won’t, and you’ll dismiss it.

It’s another sudden action, you buried deep, withdrew and slammed back in, repeating the harshness you bestowed upon her earlier but this time, you’re feeling everything and even better, see how pretty she looks when she’s blessed with the constant overwhelming pleasure. You grabbed her hips and impaled her deeper, your cum leaking repeatedly out of her tightness as it stained everywhere in its vicinity—you’d probably have this dilemma of cleaning your workspace once you’re done with her, but you wouldn’t care until she’s fucked senseless, her mind thinking of you and you only.

You’d intend on doing that, and with your stored-up strength, you’re able to lift her with your arms and pinned her onto the nearest wall where you’re in full pace on revving up your thrusts with abandon, letting out the most sinful moans of satisfaction Yujin can produce. You’re in the same boat as hers, utterly succumbing into the abyss of gratification and constantly grunting with how great she still feels, tight in the right places, possibly molding her walls onto the shape of yours. 

It’s genuinely hard to comprehend her unparalleled tightness despite the pounding she took earlier and that’s just elevating the pleasure you experience as always, dismissing that sensitivity that once took over your length. You hold her frame with your hands on her waist, her legs wrapping around yours as you achieved greater depths that resonated magnitudes of different cries of pleasure. You catch her lips again, holding her chin upright as the both of you exchange torrid kisses, hungry for each other and utterly leveraging the unstoppable pleasure each of you brings to the table.

It’s the sound that she makes while making up with you, and you’ll never get tired of it, not when she’s dancing her tongue against yours, and attempting to mutter words that fail to be audible with how much you’re investing on dancing with her. Her legs instinctively pull you closer, and can’t help but groan against her lips on how much she clenches between every thrust your hips muster. 

“Are you getting close again, Yujin?” Your breaths come right after, clearly anticipating on achieving her ultimate prize once again, letter her see stars let alone galaxies with how much exertion you bring onto pounding her. Her legs are falling limp, tired with the monstrosity you’re doing but neither of you will have any regrets, and the closest thing to have a thought like that is if someone sees you and there’s no world anyone would have an eye of a trusted, hierarchical man of the company ruining her secretary.

Oh, curse these ethical bullshit and your reputation, because you’ll fulfill your utter desires before you can call this a day.

“I can’t h-hold–oh fuck—so good! Can’t hold it anymore, daddy…” She’s just desperate for another release, and you’re inching closer towards your promised land. She’s bound to feel something so euphoric, and it’s all mutual, even up to the point where you fill her up to the brim. You’re gaining every ounce of strength to wrap herself around you  and a bright idea sparked within you despite all of the thoughts within you spiraled up, all tangled and in haywire.

Before the unexpected detour, she could just moan onto your neck, resting her head against your shoulder and chasing her high, messing up the floor and your thighs with her succulent nectar. Your workplace being stenched with the smell of sex will be the least of your concerns in this current affair, but rather the fact that you can’t see a pulchritude broken into something sullied, and your mind currently emptied, just with the thought of making herself her own canvas.

“What—what are you d-doing?” Yujin is limp once she stands on her feet, messed up thanks to you as her puzzled face is evidently confused with what you’re having it in your mind. Still recovering and gaining that semblance of urgency, she anticipates what you’ll utter and it wouldn’t be long.

“Remember what you said earlier about your favorite pair of yours?” Even with the stupor clearly shown, she’s still articulative and bright, grasping with what you’re trying to make her remember and just flashing that innocent grin with the thought of it.

“Oh god, yes.” She’s quick with it, instantly dropping down onto your knees, legs quivering as she looks up at you, her eyes glistening with what you’re going to shower her with. “Would like to see my favorite pair covered with your cum, daddy.”

God, she knows, she fucking knows.

You didn’t hold back, and she’s sticking her tongue out and closing her eyes, letting her imagination roll upon what could be the most erotic sight that could happen between the both of you. It’s turning you on even more, clearly focused on chasing your high with the velocity your wrists are doing and eventually, it wouldn’t be long enough for her to be deprived of it.

It’s a decent shower, not excessive but god, it’s just right. Her messy bangs got caught off on the process, a little stained and you did what you could to seal the promise, her nose, mouth, chin and most importantly, the scaffolding of her glasses, stained with that white liquid that’s drained out of you.

To be honest, you clearly forgot the existence of such an element, but glad you’re able to cover it and fulfill her needs.

“Fuck—god.” Yujin’s breaths are erratic, still kneeling down and scooping the remnants of your cum and tasting, undeniably satisfied with the outcome. “Considering the load in my pussy, you still came a lot.”

It’s still surprising how she sounds so confident saying such sinful words, but being still in the trance, you wouldn’t mind it so much. “Dropping the names, huh?”

“Oh, sorry—”

“Hey, hey, it’s totally fine, Yujin.” Still managing to display humor, she laughed it off in relief, dropping the act and exchanging exhausted breaths in every second that counts.

“Well, I guess we should clean up, sir.” You help her stand up, legs trembling as she laughs it out and reassures you that everything is going to be fine.

“Yeah, we should, I’ll call up my—”

“No sir—” Her hands stop you from grabbing your phone on the desk, unharmed, and you’re painting shock with her actions.

“Why?”

Yujin stares at you, removing the cum-stained glasses and onto the desk and you can clearly see what she’s made of, a monster in the making. “Just us, please, sir—at your place.”

That’s a bold move, but considering what happened, it wouldn’t be much of a deal as you drop the hierarchical advantage you possess. “There’s still another hole you haven’t stretched yet.”

The wink was the cherry on top and you swear to god, this girl will break you, possibly into millions of pieces more.

You need to fix yourselves up first, and with the obviously influenced and hurried decision, it was damn sealed in the history books.

“How can I resist that?” Your chuckles reflect your masked answer, and clearly, she knows what’s bound to happen. “Guess tomorrow’s going to be your day off then.”

She broke you, and it’s mutual between both parties. Possibly, the threat of a tension between Wonyoung and herself would break apart with this profound comeback of such roots yet who knows? 

These hours have been stressful and quick, but nonetheless, absolutely phenomenal and baffling…

[chaifootsteps]

idk if you've heard of him but there's a youtuber called friendly space ninja who reviews TV shows.

anyway, he did a video on The Vampire Diaries and had a section about the racism problem the writers have. it was one of those things where if it had just been one thing it would have been 'OK not great, that could be fixed' but it was this never ending list of ways in which PoC on the show were treated as second class where I don't think anyone in their right mind could deny it when you lay it all out, start to finish

that's how I feel about how female characters are treated on Hazbin but especially on Helluva.

to give an idea of scale:

took nearly two seasons for Millie to get her own episode and it's about her having to babysit Blitzo and Moxxie and gives her hangups about her class out of nowhere

episode about Millie and Moxxie having the same ex shows his backstory only, with Millie's shunted into some hypothetic future episode even though the ex is now dead and no one has any reason to care any longer

episode about going to Millie's home is a Moxxie episode where the main drama is between Moxxie and Striker and Blitzo and Striker

Unhappy Campers tries to be a Millie episode and is still a Moxxie episode

Millie complaining that they, an assassin business, shouldn't skip out on an assassin job, is framed as pregnancy hormones

Millie gets a surprise pregnancy storyline because Viv doesn't know what else to do with her (she basically admitted that on a tweet thread where she also admitted prioritising Stolas, Moxxie and Blitzo instead of just, idk, rewriting the story to make a female character have more of a dynamic with the main male lead)

Loona has two focus episodes and basically stops being a character in her own right in season two

Loona's sad orphanage backstory is used in a flashback to benefit Blitzo's emotional breakthrough. the backstory hasn't come up again since

Loona and Millie's screentime has basically been handed to Stolas, who got all the song numbers, too

Loona is supposed to be friendless /awkward but has friends over for Sinsmas? would have been nice to see that development

Loona and Millie are two main characters but they barely have a consistent dynamic with each other and certainly don't feel like friends.

Verosika goes from interesting ex who might also have contributed to the breakup with her alcoholism (some ambiguity at least) to character who exists solely to be hung up on Blitzo, explain his intimacy problems and to cheerlead for Stolas (who she doesn't know and is nothing but rude and judgemental to her)

Fails the Mako Mori test and probably also the Bechdel Test, two seasons in

Via goes from sort of well fleshed out to just a prop to make Stolas cry. Like Blitzo, the valid reasons she could criticize him are played down as much as possible and she's framed as not getting what's really going on

Stella is in an arranged marriage but the show only portrays Stolas as the victim (even though he has more money and power than her and she was forced to physically deliver an egg she didn't want, basically making her a depiction of the nightmares of being a tradwife in a society that treats her like an incubator - this likely wasn't the writer's intent but it speaks to a basic lack of empathy for the backstory they've written for Stella)

Stella having parties and socialising is used as proof of how vapid she is even though she has little else to do since she's stuck being Stolas' wife (and there's nothing wrong with liking parties? this is the exact opposite of the Mane Six in MLP who model a lot of different pursuits and ways of being female without looking down on any of them)

Stella in general is a caricature of a shrew wife who makes Lisa from The Room look subtle

why is Stella so abusive? she was born evil; no further questions.

cheating is wrong only if you're female. if you're male your wife will be rewritten to be a 2D depiction of an abuser

also if you're male cheating is fine. it's so fine that Blitzo will refuse to kill two cheating men and claim it's not that big a deal because he's projecting he and Stolas onto them

male villains are fun performance pieces. female villains are Stella and Glitz&Glam

Speaking of Glitz and Glam, they're two dimensional bitches and it's treated like it's good when they get hurt and that they'll be Mammon's new victims

both Moxxie and Blitzo's mother go unnamed in the show despite dying horrifically. they don't get a single line despite both of their fathers being named and with speaking parts - they exist to be tragic saints before being stuffed into the fridge. Blitzo's mother in particular is a major source of his angst. Moxxie's father's bodyguard, meanwhile, was given his own name despite being a bit part who matters not at all on an emotional level (and is shipped with Crimson by the fandom who is happy to flesh out his character despite his also being abusive). the closest we have to a well written mother is Lin, Millie's mother, who appeared back in - hey, season one! what are the odds?

Stolas' mother also doesn't appear to be present on this plane of existence. Paimon meanwhile gets his own introduction and a big chunk of screen time

and even this list might not cover everything!

I ask anyone who can read this and still thinks the show is fine at writing women - how can you still believe that?

and for the 'it's only halfway done!!' crowd I'll simply point out this: in order to fix even half of the issues I've laid out the show would have to have a very heavy focus on its female characters during its back half.

and as of right now we have no reason to believe that will happen. Stolas has joined IMP so he'll only get more screentime - we'll just never be rid of him. Bland as bread Vassago will probably get more screentime alongside Andrealphus, not to mention the likelihood of forcing the audience to endure a Blitzo/Stolas/Vassago love triangle because the fandom likes the idea and I could see Viv going for it too. Stolas is probably going to be given a storyline that's nominally about him learning to have empathy for the poor but in reality is just more of him not changing, bitching and moaning like always while Blitzo waits on him hand and foot.

Via is very likely about to be villainized or at least made to look even more dumb and mean for daring to cut her father off, if that storyline even lasts longer than a few episodes before Viv and Stolas give up caring about it (he'd practically thrown in the towel already in the s2 finale).

what room is there amongst the rest of this mess of garbage for any focus to be given to female characters?

the one storyline outside of Via is Millie's surprise pregnancy, which is a storyline you pull out when you have nothing else for a female character to do and let's be real, is probably just gonna end up being about Moxxie again

Uh oh...you laid it all out in plain black and white, so it's even more apparent how miserably this show treats women! You know how much the fandom hates that!

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You know that "Mundane super power" aspect you mentioned?

Another thing I like about crossing over RWBY characters with other settings is how easily their nature as basically coming from an apocalyptic hell-world can bleed through.

This is hard to articulate, but like.

The casual way in which towns disappear, that ruins dot the landscape, that people like Ruby & Yang grew up immersed in a culture that trended towards violence and early graves.

There's a nifty Naruto/Stargate crossover, (Its complicated) where Himawari kind of subtly disturbs the Stargate crew cos she knows exactly how best to behave in a dangerous situation, doesn't really seem bothered when enemies die and has been taught stuff like "Reading the battlefield."

I think RWBY characters would be similarly off-putting in their own way unless they were incredibly sheltered like Jaune or rich enough to have not ever encountered a Grimm until the the Beacon Test like Weiss. & even then, the lived experience, training and cultural awareness means they'd likely still come off as a little off-putting.

This also plays into how Ruby and Yang are seemingly quite... Not comfortable, but functional about the prospect of causing death or grievous bodily harm in a way most Shounen/action protags aren't.

Ruby, as far as she knew, sent Neo hurtling to her death in V3 and was at most momentarily shocked when Roman died & forgot all about it. Yang processed killing Adam in a very straightforward manner, she's not cavalier about it, but she'd made peace with it being a them or us situation right quick.

There's plenty of other examples but I think we've discussed it before.

But yeah, I just think its fun, even in series that can have similar degrees of destruction or death, their relative youth and manner with it would likely still make many locals be like (oO) & I think that's fun.

Oh yeah, this has always been a great idea for RWBY crossovers.

And one of my favorite/most interesting parts about is, as you touched on, how subtle Team RWBY’s whole vibe is and how it can potentially sneak up on others.

Like Team RWBY and really most of the show’s characters generally DON’T give off any real obvious ‘I come from a fucked-up deathworld’ vibes like being real dark, broody or even just looking anything the part. For anyone from a much more mundane setting/background, Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang generally come off as a friendly, likeable, good natured bunch without really anything all that offputting.

For about… eighty to ninety percent of the time.

But then you’ve got those 10-20% moments where the dark, serious ‘fantasy war-veteran’ sides of Team RWBY slip out. Like they might not even have been trying to hide it, it just comes out when things get serious.

Like maybe there is some big disaster or some other terrible event perhaps caused by the villains that leaves the more ‘normal’ characters/heroes frozen in shock and horror, meanwhile RWBY are just immediately jumping into the fray to fight or help however they can. With perhaps one or more doing the whole ‘slap the shock’ out of the other characters with a ‘We got work to do!’. And it’s just kind of… unsettling how Team RWBY takes these events in stride.

Or to build off your point on Ruby and Yang, as well as Blake and Weiss, being ‘functionally alright’ with hurting/killing people*, there’s a LOT of juicy potential there for when Team RWBY goes up against more mundane villains.

Like just picture a situation where a villain is threatening innocents in a classic ‘you’ll have to KILL ME to stop me!’ standoff that has the heroes freezing up… only for Ruby to almost immediately just shoot said villain.

She certainly looks like she didn’t enjoy or even want to do it, but both how quickly she did it and how easily she seems to role with it afterwards are just REALLY unsettling.

And then there’s what I’d call the FLIPSIDE to all this in how Team RWBY deals with being in a world that might NOT actually be filled with monsters who are an ever-present existential threat to humanity.

Like even for someone who grew up more sheltered like Weiss that is almost certainly going to be a MASSIVE culture-shock. Not to mention that the only people with a frame of reference that Team RWBY would be able to talk to about this would likely be each other.

Even in settings that might have some kind of monsters threatening humanity such as most magical girl shows, the appearance and threat that these monsters pose are almost always a very RECENT occurrence that most people might not even know about. Generally in these settings, the ‘normal, mundane world’ IS the norm, with the dangerous and supernatural merely popping up on and off in isolated places.

It could really create this interesting contrast where Team RWBY finds the mundane world that their new friends consider ‘normal’ to be just a bit uncanny and unsettling. And even finding it a bit comforting when monsters or some other supernatural threat to fight shows up because that feels more NORMAL to them.

This is actually something I tried/am still trying to explore in my Kingdom Hearts crossover fic. Like Ruby musing on how to explain her whole huntress background to Sora, Kairi and Riku when to them, monsters are things that have existed in storybooks, while for Ruby monsters have always been REAL. Or Ruby even noting a comforting ‘return to normal’ when she starts fighting the Heartless.

I’ve even got ideas for Ruby, as well as Weiss, Blake and Yang further on, idly musing on whether the Grimm or Heartless are the worse to fight, with some of their new friends being just a BIT weirded out.

And that’s not even getting into the potential of Team RWBY interacting with various Disney movie settings. Like I’ll admit that I kinda REALLY want to have Ruby boom-headshot at least one Disney villain XD

*I will say, I’ve had a theory for a while that Ruby, even more so than her teammates, has particular ideological reasons to generally avoid killing people, specifically when we consider how Ruby specifically DOESN’T use her ‘walking grimm-blender’ style of fighting against human opponents. Personally I imagine Ruby seeing it as ‘I hunt MONSTERS, not people.’ That being said, I don’t see Ruby as having some strict ‘no-killing’ ‘one rule’, but rather that she views taking a life as a last resort.

[thyandrawrites]

in light of me putting up with horrible machine-generated english subs for a variety show that no one but me is watching outside of mainland china, here's some random factoids about Tian Jiarui I gathered by watching this show purely cause he's in it

he's very competitive and will put his all into a game, but he's also a good sport about it. He will clap and cheer for his opponents when he's bested too

he's smart and methodical — when other players point fingers at each other trying to guess who's the wolf in this mafia game, he observes and puts together clues until he's sure of something, and he's usually able to run down an analysis of why he thinks x or y. Early in the season, this has earned him a bit of a reputation as someone not easy to fool. Shout out to whoever edited this show for drawing a sherlock holmes outfit on him in that episode where he was monologuing about his deductions

whenever he cannot puzzle out a challenge, he's not afraid of playing it smart. If a game allows revival, he'll get "killed" on purpose so he can earn clues or advantages for his team, when he otherwise likes to compete until the end

him and Gao Ye were pretty evenly matched in both high IQ and EQ, and tended to become a power duo when they played on the same side. But Gao Ye was better at figuring out when people lie by observing their tells, and Tian Jiarui was very good at masking his with his acting, so this often resulted in a funny back and forth when they were on opposite sides, with him lying very convincingly and being a fast thinker on the spot and her being like "you're being very suspicious right now but what you're saying makes sense and I'm very mad about it because I can just sense that you're lying to me, you little shit". He was very amused about this btw

He fights to defend his reasoning when he's sure of something, but unless he's playing the mole, he's typically not looking to convince other people that he's right, just reasoning aloud. this despite the fact that he usually is right. Similarly, he never brags.

He's very goodnatured and aware of other people's emotions, knowing when to stop pushing a joke and when to comfort. This unfortunately led to his elimination in one episode where Z. Tao was playing up how wounded and upset he was that the entire camp suspected him of being the wolf, prompting TJR to take his side and defend him

He's a pretty sweet guy too, going up to hug Na Ying when she got emotional at their surprise in the last episode and gently wiping away her tears :')

When the rules of a game are unclear or confusing, he will often break down the concept in easier terms so that the other players can understand

He doesn't seem to mind wearing wigs and make up for long stretches of time(?). Usually by the end of a costumed episode he's already changed into comfier casual clothes, but he's one of the few who keeps the wig and make up on till the end. Maybe he's used to it cause he acted in costume dramas from the start

Everyone had a distinct style when playing villains and his was not even pretending to be subtle about it. Which still worked for him somehow because he was very good at misdirection. My favorite example of this was that time he was the mole, knew he would be immediately recognized, and played the long con by purposely rousing their suspicions and letting them verify his innocence. He basically exploited a caveat of the rules (all three moles had to be verified at once for the test to yield a positive response) and earned everyone's trust back.

His gentlemanly ways around all the female guests when he had to oppose them vs how quickly he threw his bestie Gao Ye under the bus whenever he was the mole, usually prompting her shrieking TIAN JIARUI in bloody vengeance and his explosive cackling. Big sister vs annoying little brother behavior right there

[freedomfireflies]

Sex, Drugs, Etc. | 1. Pines of Rome*

Summary: Hayden and Paris are Hollywood's hottest couple. I mean, look at them. But behind the fortune and the fame...something else.

Something Hayden does everything in his power to hide.

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"Say it again."

"Easy—"

"Say it...again."

He's losing his patience, quickly but surely, and Paris smirks as she brings her thumb to her teeth, biting at the nail in glee. "Hayden..."

His head tilts in waiting, feeling the way his stomach turns at the purr in her voice. Never needed something so fucking bad in his life and the longer she takes, the more desperate he becomes.

She's sitting back against the seat, high-heeled foot propped up against his chest to push him back as she observes him from her side of the car. 

His fingers begin to wrap around her ankle, subtly tugging her closer as he shoots her a look of warning. "Paris...don't push me."

She hums in response, but she can't deny he has a point. She knows better than to push him when he's in this mood.

When he's in any mood, really. 

"Easy, Tiger," she warns in a coy voice, leaning closer to him. "Don't make a scene."

"Oh, I'll make a fucking scene if I have to," he retorts quickly, with just as much confidence. "Fuck you right here in the back of this car before I make you walk out."

"Mmm, I don't think so, Vanilla," she replies, shaking her head until a curl sweeps across her cheek. "You're too nice."

If only she knew, he thinks to himself, when not even three hours ago, he had a gun down a man's throat.

Now, Paris is no stranger to his...side hustle. She knows what he has to do. Knows the cost he pays.

He wonders, though, if she would love him the same if she saw him covered in another man's blood.

But that's not a question he needs answered for himself, and with that thought, he tugs at her ankle again. "Would you like to find out?"

She smirks behind her hand, loving to test him the way she is now. He just makes it so easy, especially when he's made it clear he's putty in her hands.

Wrapped around her tatted fingers like a vice and she sighs contently as she looks him over. "Mmm...maybe another time."

Wrong fucking answer.

Because, while another time would surely be more...convenient, that doesn't exactly work for Hayden.

You see, there's nothing more thrilling in the world to him than watching Paris force herself to remain cool.

Nothing is more thrilling than watching her press her lips into a tight line and choke on a soft gasp as she attempts to remain relaxed in front of a room full of people who have no idea the torture she's currently going through.

Tonight is no exception. How sweet would it be to have her scratching her nails down his back as he brings her to the precipice of pleasure only to drop off the fucking cliff and leave her there?

Very fucking sweet.

His fingertips pull at her ankle a bit harder, a subtle communication of his lust and lack of self-control. 

His eyes are dark, the blue seeping down into her soul like an ink stain, and she wonders how much longer she can maintain her resolve.

"Paris," he grumbles, his voice thick with evil intent, emitting from somewhere deep in his chest where his desire lies.

"Tiger," she answers softly, still smirking behind her manicured hands as she feels the car slow to a stop.

They wait, their driver not daring to move until they do, and as they sit locked in their play for power, Hayden realizes there's only one way he'll get what he wants.

And that's by pretending he doesn't want it.

His lips curl up into a smile as he takes the hold on her ankle and places her heeled foot onto the floor.

Her brows lifts as he then reaches out his hand, indicating he'd like her to take it, which cautiously...she does.

He brings her knuckles to his lips, pressing the softest of kisses to her skin before leaning back and humming, "After you."

With that, he swings the door open and steps out onto the street, gently pulling her along with him as he moves out of the way to help her exit the vehicle.

Gingerly, she follows behind, emerging from the car as shrieks from young fans echo across the street.

She throws a humble grin towards the group, wiggling her fingers in greeting as Hayden shoots them a nod of his chin.

Then, it's showtime.

Security is quick to usher them around the car and towards the entrance of the building, mumbling things in their earpieces as they instruct Hayden and Paris on what their next obligation is.

The carpet is first. Without a doubt, Hayden's least favorite task, but Paris owns that carpet like it's her bitch.

Each look is fawned over, each detail of her outfit is plastered on blogs and in the pages of magazines, and each sultry look she gives the camera is met with abundant praise.

Hayden only enjoys the part where he gets to stand beside her, hand on her hip as they're put on display for the world to see.

"All right, stand here," a short, but very frazzled assistant calls to them, pointing to a spot on the carpet.

Paris leads the way, pulling Hayden by his hand along behind her. 

They stand where instructed before Paris brushes her hair over her shoulder and lets her expression fall into one of seduction. 

Hayden simply slips his arm around her waist and smiles, doing absolutely nothing to perfect his own appearance merely because when he's standing beside her...nobody is looking at him.

They're everything the world wants them to be. Attractive. Supportive. Happy.

And they're everywhere. Every cover, every event, every little girl's bedroom wall.

You either want to be them or fuck them. And if you're not looking at them, you're talking about them.

America's sweethearts.

A ridiculous term that Hayden can't stand, but he can't deny it's partially true.

They're the hot, sexy, young couple that Hollywood has always wanted except without all the cheating scandals, shady songs, and bad reputations.

They're perfect.

And they stay perfect, as long as a camera is on them. They walk the carpet hand in hand, smiling, giggling with each other, and catching up with other famous friends that have arrived.

Hayden having to blow a man's brains all over the fucking cement is not the job that he finds himself intimidated by.

It's this one.

Once they've completed the photo op, they're rushed towards the other end of the carpet where the press is waiting to ask the same ridiculous and frankly boring questions Hayden is long but sick of.

"How did you two meet?" Jared Wiley introduced us at the MTV awards.

"Everyone wants to know if there's a ring in your future, what can you tell us about that?" I can tell you that I would be thrilled if she got me a ring, she's got great taste in jewelry.

"What's your workout routine to prepare for a role like that?" Weights and cardio. Oh, and broccoli and chicken. A lot of broccoli and chicken.

"How do the cheating rumors affect your relationship?" They don't.

"What can you tell us about your next film?" I can't really speak about the next project yet, but I know it'll be a lot of fun to film. Yeah, I'm looking forward to it.

Hayden has repeated these same answers a hundred times over and as he spews them out again tonight, he begins to look around for Paris, who has now made her way towards the other end of the press line as they ask her about her new campaign.

He hopes it's going well, but he can't help smirking when he hears a particular cadence in her voice that she only uses when she's highly annoyed.

It's light and short, and overly nice as if trying to overcompensate for the horrible things she's thinking in her head.

He nods his thanks to the interviewer before stepping up beside her and pressing his lips to the outer shell of her ear as she turns her head to the side.

"Blink of an eye," is all he whispers before squeezing her hip and slipping behind her as he heads for the door.

She knows exactly what that familiar phrase of his means and as her own smug smile begins to grow, she turns back to the reporter. "As I was saying..."

Hayden doesn't have to wait long until he sees her making her way through the crowd to find him.

She's stopped by a few people. Adele, Lady Gaga, and one of those kids from that show she keeps trying to make him watch.

She's as gracious as ever, smiling as they gush over her look, posing for photos, and then returning the praise before finally exiting the conversation.

It's moments like this that he can't help but admire her aura and her ability to float into a room and become the center of attention.

And it never ever shakes her.

She is the epitome of class and grace in moments like these but deep down, he knows what a fucking freak she really is.

How unhinged she can become.

All for him.

"Where?" she asks in a hushed murmur once she approaches him.

He slips his hands around her hips to tug her chest against his as he grins down at her like they're having a casual chat. "Fifty-fifth row."

She laughs loudly, hand hovering over her painted lips as she pretends to be amused by the fake conversation. "When?"

"Just before the finale. Pines of Rome."

She nods, tugging her lip between her teeth as she glances around the room. The glitz, the glamor, the history.

It's incredible, truly, being in the Shubert Theater for one of the most famous events of the year.

In another life, Paris could see herself sitting through the rather stuffy event and enjoying the glorious music simply because it was made to be enjoyed.

But tonight is not just any night, at any event, with anybody.

They're not here for the music, or the charity, or the press.

They're here for the man in the fifty-fifth row.

"How?"

"Slip it in his pocket," Hayden replies softly, before grinning wildly like she's just said something amusing. "Easy."

She hums, sneaking her hands around his neck as she dips her head closer. "I'll do it—"

"No."

"Hayden—"

"I said no."

Paris huffs quietly, narrowing her eyes at him as she begins to dig her fingers a little further in his soft curls. "Darling, I'm much more nimble—"

"I don't fucking care, Paris, you're not doing it," he snaps, before glancing around to make sure no one heard. "Not with him."

"He's easy—"

"He's pathetic," Hayden corrects viciously. "And he's a fucking dead man if he ever lays a finger on you. So, no, you're not fucking doing it."

Paris keeps her lips pursed, refusing to answer until she can settle on a response that won't get her in trouble. "Fine."

"Good."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she drops her hands until she can grab his palm, now pulling him along behind her as they head for their seats.

The chatter of the ground begins, a dull roar emanating from the audience as everyone gabs about their outfits or their recent parties.

And once the house lights dim, a hush falls over the room.

Hayden's fingers intertwine with Paris's as she subtly pulls his hand into her lap, an affectionate gesture, his thumb rubbing her skin softly as the music begins.

Rhapsody in Blue is first, one of Hayden's favorites.

His mother, a former pianist, used to play this song all the time, the familiar notes dancing about their small house as he found himself developing a taste for classical music.

Now, as it's performed by the New York Philharmonic, he's brought back to his love for the melody as he begins to sigh contently, letting the performance wash over him.

Paris lets her eyes fall over the side of his face adoringly, watching the way his features soften at a particular movement or the way his lashes flutter at the crescendos. 

He's immersed in the moment, completely and utterly entranced by the symphony.

Or so she thought.

She had been so focused on the structure of his expression that she hadn't even noticed his fingers pulling both of their hands further along her inner thigh.

She hadn't noticed the way his fingers began to stroke the silk of her dress, igniting her senses with his tender touch.

She hadn't noticed the way she was beginning to pull her legs shut, subconsciously keeping his hand firmly between her thighs, but now...now she notices.

She notices everything, and so does he, hearing her breath hitch in her throat as she squeezes his palm gently in warning.

But, of course, he carries on. 

He finds the hem of her dress and easily slips his hand underneath, disappearing from anyone's potential view. His cool touch against her heated body is enough to have her squeezing his wrist, which only spurs him on, crawling desperately higher in a futile attempt to feel her.

Fucking vixen, he thinks as he realizes she happened to forget one important article of clothing. Knew she wanted this.

He can't push her as far as he'd like, but he can make sure she stays still in her seat like the good fucking girl she is. And besides, forcing her to remain calm is his only thrill in life.

Well...one of them.

His fingers find the apex of her thighs, softly brushing the tip of his thumb over her clit until she's exhaling in her seat, leaning forward, and crossing his legs over his hand, effectively trapping him.

"Easy," he warns softly, the words tucked beneath the violins and the trumpets, only audible to her eager ears. "Relax, darling."

She hardly pays him any mind, instead subtly shifting her hips to further the feeling of his touch, already aching pathetically for something he hasn't even given her yet.

She's caving, fast but sure, and Hayden bites at his lip to suppress his grin as he pretends to be fascinated with the orchestra.

The lights are low, the music is loud, and the people beside them haven't the slightest fucking clue that Paris is now gasping for air as he presses his thumb further along her cunt.

The further he follows her body down, the needier she becomes, and he swallows thickly when he feels her soaking her pretty dress in anticipation.

Gingerly, he slips a delicate finger inside, feeling her out, stretching her slowly, his own teeth gritting with lust.

She's so fucking tight, practically pulling him in, and he wonders how he'll manage to keep from fucking her right here in this theatre.

He hears her whimper under her breath, coughing quickly to distract, and he feels his chest tighten at the delicious sound scratching the itch in his brain.

Fuck, look at her. He could get down on his knees right fucking then and there and just devour her. Cause she fucking deserves it. Deserves to be tasted, treated, and worshiped.

He can't understand how he's meant to remain calm. Remain civil through the rest of this performance when he knows how badly she needs to be filled by him.

He ventures a second finger, and she reels, squeezing her legs so tight that he feels his hand prickle, although this only makes his smug smile widen a bit further.

He wishes he could hear. Wishes he could command the entire room into silence just so he could hear how anxious her body is for him.

Of course, this isn't at all possible, and what's more likely is he'll drag her back to the bathroom so he can fuck her against the stall just the way she likes.

Moaning into his palm as he growls in her ear, her leg around his hip as he drives himself into her—

And there it is.

The signal that Pines of Rome is about to begin, which means it's time for his second task of the night (the first, and always, being Paris) to commence.

He slowly pulls his hand back, feeling the way her body sinks deeper into the seat, defeated and exhausted and so fucking aroused.

She'd been nearing the edge, and while the plan had always been to leave her there, he can't deny that he himself is a bit disappointed he isn't able to play with her just a little while longer.

But he supposes that's what the backseat of their car is for.

He subtly swipes his palm down his face, fingers brushing his lips as if merely initiating a nervous habit, although Paris knows the true reason.

And her eyes narrow into slits as she watches him coat his tongue in everything her.

Then, he stands, slowly pulling the buttons on his jacket together as he gets ready to slide through the row and head for the center aisle.

However, just before he can take the first step, Paris also jumps to her seat, moving to grab his arms and lean in, as if pressing a kiss to his cheek.

She brings her lips near his ear as he freezes, a bit confused about her intentions, until she whispers, "Blink of an eye."

His eyes nearly pop out of his head as she quickly leans back and brushes right past him, heading for the aisle without a second look back.

His fingers dive into his coat pocket to feel for the small object he had been on his way to deliver, only to find that those fucking nimble fingers of hers have already slipped it out of its place.

Clenching his jaw, he turns to watch her go, her stunning silhouette easily floating past the crowds and up the row as she disappears into the dark theater.

He can't follow her, he knows that much, and he also knows that's exactly why she did it.

She'll fucking pay for that.

And Paris knows this, too, smirking to herself as she scans the theater for the fifty-fifth row.

The seat is empty, implying that the target is somewhere else in the theater, and Paris brushes her hair back over her shoulder as she strides up the rest of the aisle and towards the door.

She's not surprised to find the familiar face leaning against one of the painted walls, a cigarette in his hand as he flicks the lighter on. 

She hesitates as she reaches the door, wondering for a moment how she should approach, before deciding that she'll do what she does best.

Engage.

Confidently, she moves towards him, hand outstretching as he glances up. "You got another?"

A little thrown, the man smirks, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the pack of cigarettes before handing it to her.

She takes it, reaching her manicured fingers into the box before pulling out the item, and bringing it to her lips.

He extends the lighter, flipping his thumb to ignite the spark before grazing it near the tip.

Once it's lit, she inhales, letting the dark smoke fill her lungs before exhaling slowly. 

He watches her carefully, surely a little surprised by her company and curious as to where he recognizes her from.

But she knows him.

"Enjoying your night?" she asks, arms crossing as she taps the cigarette to discard the ashes.

The man lets his head drop back against the wall, eyes falling over her face as he undoubtedly admires her. "I am. Are you?"

"I am," she agrees. "The Carter's put on a wonderful show."

"That they do."

"And for a good cause."

"Of course."

She glances around the room as she takes another drag. "Here for any other reason?"

As she flicks the butt of the cigarette, she notices his head tilt. "Why do you ask?"

"Making conversation."

"Bit of an odd question."

"Is it? Maybe only if you have something to hide."

He sucks on his teeth, clearly amused. "Do I look like I have something to hide?"

She shrugs casually, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Doesn't everyone here have something they're trying to hide?"

"Is that why you're out here?" he asks her, now pushing off the wall to step closer.

She raises a brow.

"Hiding from something...or someone...in there?" His voice lowers to a suggestive murmur, and she hums as she gives him a tight-lipped smile.

"Caught me," she admits, leaning closer. "I hate Respighi."

The man snorts as he takes another step closer to her, subtly though, as if unintentional. "Shame. He can be quite moving."

"So can a cigarette."

"So can a stranger," he retorts, his tone raspy, and Paris can feel her brow raise suspiciously.

She knows exactly what he's doing and while she's not at all impressed, she is a bit surprised by the boldness.

She's ready to tell him not to bother taking one more step when the door to the house opens and Hayden strides out.

Despite the few other guests in the lobby, he heads straight for them, wasting no time in pretending he's here for any other reason than her.

"Paris," he greets, although his words are laced with annoyance, and she knows exactly why. "I've missed you, darling."

His hand sneaks around her hip as he aggressively yanks her into his side, pulling her back away from the man as their eyes meet.

"Evening," Hayden calls between gritted teeth before looking back down. "Paris? Let's go."

"I was just about done—"

"No, you're done now," he corrects, shooting her a look of warning before tugging her away from the stranger. "Enjoy your night."

"You as well," the man grins, glancing down at Paris, who resists the urge to roll her eyes.

She passes him back his box of cigarettes before letting Hayden dominantly pull her towards a hallway.

His grip is tight, fingers digging into the silk of her dress as a nonverbal expression of his anger, and Paris almost wants to laugh.

In fact, she does, snorting her fascination as he leads them towards the back entrance to the building and swings a door open before storming out into the alleyway.

"What the fuck, Paris?" he growls as he lets go and paces around the small space. 

She sighs as she crosses her arms again, hip jutting out as she studies him. "Relax, Tiger—"

"Don't fucking tell me to relax," he snaps, turning around to shoot her a glare. "I said no."

"Hayden—"

"Do you even know who he is? He's a registered sex offender and notorious asshole," Hayden continues before running a hand through his curls in aggravation. "All right, he's had fucking dozens of allegations come out against him, and he...and you just went up and talked to him?"

"For two minutes," she snorts. "Relax, baby, nothing happened—"

"Don't ever...fucking do that again," he hisses, urgently stepping up to her and her eyes widen as he looks down. "Do you hear me, Paris? Ever."

Her lashes flutter gently as she slowly begins to smile, something that only pisses him off even further, but she ignores his clenched jaw as she smooths her hands up his chest until they can wrap around the back of his neck.

"Easy," she whispers coyly, using his own taunt against him. "I'm all right, baby—"

"Paris—"

"I know," she murmurs before ghosting her lips over his as he lets his eyes fall shut. "Won't do it again, I promise."

"I mean it," he repeats, still rough, but soft.

"I know," she hums before finally pressing her lips to his the way she's been wanting to all night.

He pulls her in by her hips, asserting his dominance once more as she smirks into the kiss, letting him press himself all the way into her just like he's been wanting to all night.

"Did you at least make the drop?" he mumbles after a moment, and she pulls back to give him a coy look.

"The fuck do you think?"

"Well...how?"

"Slipped it into the cigarette box."

A smile erupts across his face as he shakes his head teasingly, moving in to kiss her one more time.

"That's my fucking girl."

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~ Sex, Drugs, Etc. | 2. My Fucking Girl*

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[itlivesproject]

Big long message coming from someone who binged the whole game in two days:

1. Whoever wrote the Abel route deserves to get all the good things in life. His bright and warm personality and natural quirkiness tugged at my heartstrings and I just knew I wanted my MC to stick by him. It's no wonder so many peeps loved his route-- he was super fleshed out and he takes a new spin on the nerd LI archetype. Not to mention, his past with his family is bittersweet, yet it was never used for shock value. It was evident how these experiences affected his character and how he interacts with others, and it never fails to radiate how genuine he is and how much reality was inspired in his making.

(Also that last sex with him was so detailed, raw, passionate, and personal. Everything is scorched on my front lobe and I will nevrr forget it.mE.A. James could never.)

I can feel the good writing for all routes and the whole narrative in general even if I didn't pick them as LIs. The talent of the writing team always oozes, and I can never stop reading. I might retry other routes and I will do that after recovering from the psychic damage I acquired crying and laughing with this story.

2. From what I've read on the net so far, the Mixed Ending was the most well-liked ending, but I beg to digress because I am selfish and delusional and I just want my MC to rest, ok? 😔 I personally favored the successful non-betrayal blood ending.

The consequences of the ending are much more direct than that of the mixed ending and at least it was easier to cope with it because MC still has their support group, but I just really love the closure it provided that my gen!MC (ironic, I know) stayed true to what she wanted, which was to continue the life that was frozen over since the incident. Shadow Ending is honestly the most selfless and poetic ending that gave me crippling depression and I loved its angst. The Mixed Ending was my least favorite because it was the most open-ended one, and I felt unsettled by it because I felt the least secure for my MC's future, esp with their LI. I still have to play through Matthias' route but it's really promising.

3. I can't help but have my curiosity piqued by how everything played out with a similar pattern to how colonisers always end up messing up and undoing the progress of indigenous people's learnings and practices, and their utter disrespect for nature which ultimately blows up in their face but unfortunately, it's those that try to save it that suffer the most. The subtle incorporation of this theme was the perfect piece that really tied together the past of all It Lives book. Loha and Matthias were the perfect characters to resemble this struggle.

What lingers in my mind, however, is that Loha and Matthias, as individuals, are the two sides of the same coin. Both characters have personal strong connections to the Power, have personal gains and goals for it, used, manipulated and forced people to assist them in their cause, and ultimately birthed a person that was meant to be the key to finish their mission.

Though it was true that what Loha did was for the common good vs. Matthias' hedonistic and self-centered purposes, I think Loha is no better than Matthias, (Sorry, guys. I know some of you might fight me.) and I think it is equally hypocritical of Loha to ask MC to lay down her life to heal the breach and feel disappointed when MC doesn't do as she says.

She shared herself how a wisp was so curious of life on Earth that this innocent venture eventually bloomed into all this, so she knew that to an extent, even if the Shadow Ending occurs, it might happen again so long as the Power has free will to choose and explore. Maybe that's why I like the Blood Ending so much, I don't see a point to all the MC's (esp. ILW) suffering so much when they are mortals constantly being tested by a higher power. I think it was best to share the labor for everyone to maintain than just place the burden on one person. (My MC worked her ass off to charm Abel's pants off I simply can't let her down 😔)

4. The team is so resourceful with reusing, mixing, and adding visual assets to the game. Seeing the familiar layout and mechanics such as reusing minor characters really established the familiar Choices foundation of the game, but the impressively added illustrations, wide array of sprite personalization, the unique and diverse character designs, and even the title screens was truly the marks that made this an excellent fanwork. It manages to really immerse the reader and I can never, ever get enough of it.

5. In relation to 4, the programming of the game is superb. There is sensible weight and effects to choices, LIs are equally balanced and don't overpower the narrative, the godsent SAVES, the carefully considered rewards and consequences of all decisions and just everything about the system has made me question all that Choices has done since forever. How can a nonprofit fan team make such a complex system with such delicacy and thought that a multimillion dollar company simply cannot? You raised the bar higher for what interactive stories should look like. THIS is how interactive stories should be, and thanks to the user-friendly programming, the replay value is very high.

These are all I can say off the top of my head and I will always be grateful for this work you've shared to us. This is the most passionate passion project I've had the honor of experiencing, and I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. Should your endeavors include another interactive story (Painted Devils can't come soon enough, please just take my money!), I will be most eager to take part in it.

Sorry if this was long!

(P.S.: Abel mentioned about having people over with his shirt on. *What's his body count?* 🤭☺️)

Thank you for sending this in and sharing your thoughts!! I'm so glad that the game was so meaningful for you <3

[happyk44]

"Back the fuck away, Jason." Menoetes didn't even bother turning back to look at the boy who was attempting to creep his way past. "You are not being subtle, and you are not allowed to be over here, especially when the chickens are roaming."

Silence. Then a protesting whine. Then silence again. Out of the corner of his eye, Menoetes saw Jason attempt to sneak past once more. There were a million other ways he could do it successfully. He was choosing specifically to piss Menoetes off.

Without a second thought, Menoetes swung his staff. Jason scattered back and dropped low, haunches nearly touching the grass. His finger twitched. A crackle of electricity rolled over him, sharp blue lightning that meant nothing.

Menoetes rolled his eyes. "We've been through this, Jason. You can't scare me with a crackle. I've seen and fought worse." He pointed off, away from the chickens step-step-stepping nearby. "Now shoo. Before I beat you up. Again."

Jason growled.

"Yeah, I did fucking beat you, you big ass baby. Growling is not as intimidating as you think." He reached for the walkie talked clipped to his hip. "You want me to call the boss?"

Jason's snarl fell away. If he'd been a real dog, physically instead of just in mannerisms and thought, his ears would've flattened to the top of his head. Shamed and unhappy with that question.

Momentarily satisfied, Menoetes turned back to watch the chickens. He called out with a bark of a noise to two of his girls rounding near one another, when they knew better. Neither one could stand the other. A fight would erupt. It always did. He snapped his fingers twice. Annoyed they separated to the other sides of the field.

Next to him a cow bayed and he swung his staff again. Jason skittered backwards, tried to round him again without stepping too close this time. Menoetes merely flicked his staff and watched it shoot out a good few extra feet and nearly take Jason's head with it.

He clicked his jaw and stumbled backwards. His eyes darted between Menoetes and the chickens he was forbidden to touch. Maybe if he were better behaved he could play, like some of the other dogs did, but no. He was a bad pup. Couldn't keep his teeth in his mouth. Refused to heel. Too stubborn.

Too naughty.

Menoetes pulled off the walkie talkie from it's clip. "Boss man, your pet is trying to play nips with the chickens again. Come fucking get him before I take his head off." He didn't wait for a response.

Behind him Jason snarled unhappily.

"Brat," Menoetes lobbed over his shoulder.

He ran his hand down Marigold's snout. She bayed contentedly. Then flinched just as Jason darted forward to nip at her side before Menoetes could stop him. He scampered back. No blood on his teeth, no bite on her. He knew how to control himself, when he wanted. He just refused.

It was obvious by now, with his willingness to use his powers to even temporarily get away with things he wasn't supposed to, that he just did all of this to test Menoetes patience. Chasing the chickens while salivating. Trying to bully the other dogs out of their training. Nipping at the cows.

Smartly he didn't bother the sheep. Maybe he couldn't figure out how to get through their wool yet. Or maybe the four broken ribs and collarbone fracture from a horn to the chest taught him to know better.

Nearby Pluto appeared in a thin twist of shadows. He didn't stride forward. Just clicked his tongue. Not that it mattered. The moment he caught a sense of his uncle's presence, Jason was bounding towards him. He paused next to him. Then lowered himself down to the ground and bumped Pluto's hand with his head.

Instead of acquesising the request, Pluto crossed his arms over his chest. Stern, he said, "Jason, you know you're not allowed to be over here."

Jason whined.

"That doesn't work when Cerberus does it and he's my favourite, what makes you think you'll be successful?"

Menoetes snorted. He'd heard Pluto say the same thing to Zagreus a few weeks ago. Although in that case, Macaria had been used as the example. Favourite child, favourite pet. Good little creatures that listened and helped and didn't test his patience.

Jason whined again and lowered his head. A pathetic attempt at pity. It didn't work.

"He nipped Marigold," Menoetes called out.

Jason growled, then went quiet at Pluto's pinched face.

"Really, Jason?" Pluto chatised. "Do not bite the cows, you tiny degenerate. We don't need them worry about you. Stress affects their milk production and toughens their meat."

Jason tried to bump Pluto's hand but got no response. He grabbed him by the wrist and stubbornly placed the hand atop his head. Pluto didn't bother, neither moving it nor petting.

"You've passed your teething age," Pluto snapped and Jason recoiled, dejected. "And you're not supposed to be back here, especially when the chickens are roaming. If I catch you back here again, you will be getting the muzzle and- Don't fucking whine at me."

The whines ceased immediately.

"Muzzle," Pluto repeated. "For a month."

A crackle of electricity. Brief, barely a second. Just long enough to show the displeasure he couldn't voice with words.

"Apologize to Menoetes," Pluto ordered. When Jason didn't move, his voice darkened like the night sky. "Now."

Jason rose to full height. He was still young, but oh so tall. In a few years, once puberty truly kicked in, Menoetes wouldn't be surprised if they wound up similarly stretched, or more, edge of six feet or floundering past. Of course, he'd never surpass Pluto. The man towered like a tree, long and thin to the point where Mercury had drunkenly asked a few times why his siblings simply did not climb him out of their father's stomach.

Teetering only half a foot away, Jason glanced over his shoulder at Pluto. Who merely stared back, unamused. Jason gave a short huff. Then reluctantly bore his neck to Menoetes. It took him a few full minutes to really stretch his throat out, to bare himself in submission.

Usually when Pluto ordered the dogs to apologize for their misdeeds, they didn't understand. They'd often slink, tail between their legs, towards the offended party and offer up a pitiful gaze. Usually they'd get a soothing headpat in return. Sometimes they would offer a toy they favoured in lieu of a pitiful pout. But Jason had more consciousness that the other dogs, a self-awareness that rivals Cerberus's.

Of course he did, he was human. But the first time, Pluto told him to apgize and he bore his throat, he'd been startled. Everyone was startled at the sight. It was not what one would expect from an apology. Pluto was startled because it was not what he expected from a dog.

Menoetes gave Jason a few minutes to suffer. Then reached out to press two fingers against Jason's pulse. Two short taps and he pulled back. Jason snapped his neck up so fast. He scowled and stomped back to Pluto. Betrayal was written all over his face.

"You are my most annoying pet," Pluto said. Jason pouted. Pluto ignored him. "You know where the muzzle is, if he comes back?"

A while nearly cut though Jason's throat before he remembered he wasn't supposed to, and silenced himself. Pluto patted the top of his head. He chuffed. Pleased.

"I do and I'm going to grab it and keep it with me for when he comes back." Because they all knew he would come back. He always did.

He refused Menoetes's training and was just as unruly as newborn pup. Seeking mischief, with the under current of an urge to bite and bite hard. He listened to Pluto for everything else. But this? The chickens? Never.

He'd hang back for a month and a half before being tempted to gnaw on fresh meat and bones. And then he'd bitch the entire time he was muzzle bound, only to forget the rules once the muzzle was dislodged and the moment suited him.

Jason huffed. Pluto rolled his eyes. "Do not be a nuisance, Jason, and come along. You can stand guard while I verify everyone's positions in Punishment."

"Concern?" Menoetes asked.

Pluto scratched the top of Jason's head. "Just a routine check."

Menoetes nodded and turned back to watch the chickens. Without another word, Pluto left, Jason in close tow.