#automated voice messaging

[tanlakarix]

What you should know about Missed Call Service and Voice OTP

With the support of Voice API platforms, you can now employ compelling voice messaging solutions for your organization that can be easily scaled and customized. These platforms can assist you in automating voice notifications for low-balance changes, suspicious activity warnings, password resets, and other functions that contribute to client loyalty and satisfaction with your brand. You can even get missed call solutions through such API platforms, among other things.

Missed call services are increasingly being used by organizations all over the world for a variety of purposes, ranging from client verification to the promotion of services or products. It is frequently used to perform surveys or pools. In this approach, a phone number is typically promoted to clients using platforms such as websites, social media, SMS, emails, and others. Customers only need to make a missed call to this number to provide feedback, register for the product or service, look for special offers, and more. The missed call system is extremely convenient for both businesses and customers.

In today’s fast-paced world, few customers have the time, even if they want to, to engage with brands. As a result, they are continually looking for the simplest, most economical, fastest, and most convenient ways to communicate with a company. In this circumstance, missed call service is an excellent communication tool. It is a very convenient means of communication that is completely free of charge.

Missed call solutions are used in a variety of ways by modern commercial companies, including:

Verify authenticity: Companies that deal with food ordering or e-commerce frequently require their customers to leave a missed call from their registered number to check the order and the consumer.

Increase reach: Because missed calls are free, businesses may reach even the most remote areas, such as villages and small towns. It can be a good source of quality leads for a variety of businesses.

Feedback forms: While feedback is essential for business progress and advancement, getting input from customers is not always easy. Feedback is often limited in many circumstances. Because of its low cost and ease of use, the missed call system has the potential to increase the sample size of this feedback process.

How does voice-based communication work?

Voice-based communication strategies utilized by modern corporations can take several forms. Many businesses use voice-based OTPs in addition to outbound and incoming calling services. One-Time Password, or OTP, is a two-factor authentication (2FA) procedure that generates one-time passwords to provide an extra layer of security to messages. When the delivery of an OTP SMS fails regularly, voice-based OTP Services come in handy. During the OTP verification procedure, a customer can also initiate the generation of an OTP Voice. Most businesses utilize voice OTPs for:

Authorization: Voice OTPs are critical in granting third-party access, such as allowing delivery agents into secured areas.

Authentication: Voice OTP verification is excellent for exceptionally secure transactions such as product or service registration and net banking.

Transaction verification: By validating high-value transactions with the use of a Voice OTP service, businesses can better safeguard their consumers from financial fraud.

Resets: Voice OTP can be a safe and simple way for clients to recover access to services after changing their email address or password.

Account reactivations: Using a secure IVR OTP sequence is an excellent approach to greet consumers who are resuming their services with a company.

Voice-based communication strategy for enterprises

A professional communication plan is essential for all businesses. While emails, social media, and texting are certainly useful for engaging with leads, an increasing number of businesses are looking into Enterprise Voice Solutions to speed up their communication strategy. To engage with their clients in an innovative, engaging, and user-friendly manner, they often use Voice API systems that offer voice calling, conferencing, and missed call services. You can govern your inbound calls and convert more calls into income by employing these Voice API solutions effectively. It may even allow you to integrate call tracking into your existing software platform to eliminate data silos.

Advantages of using a voice messaging system for business

Increase in business engagement level.

Voice calling capabilities enable a more personalized customer experience. Some of these systems even handle vernacular languages. As a result, your clients can interact with your company in the language of their choice. This method dramatically increases corporate engagement and ensures increased customer satisfaction.

Easy to scale.

Voice API systems enable your company to connect with carriers across borders. This is a big benefit for businesses that cater to worldwide clients or customers. With the support of these platforms, they may easily scale up their communication approach.

Time-sensitive voice OTPs

Many voice systems enable the sending of OTPs. They ensure the timely distribution of crucial and time-sensitive information around the world via calls. Voice-based OTP, like traditional SMS OTP, is a two-factor authentication method. It is a reliable and timely notification solution that ensures messages are sent securely to consumers’ mobile phones on time. It is commonly used for utility passwords and notifications.

With clever outbound calling services, you may rapidly send prerecorded messages of phone calls to thousands of mobile numbers at the same time. It facilitates the delivery of real-time information to target customers. Inbound voice solutions, on the other hand, assist you in answering routine caller questions on your own by automating the process and decreasing the call load of agents.

For More Info: https://www.karix.com/products/voice-solutions/

[geeneelee]

Phone automated voice messaging system: Press 1 if you are a returning customer. Press 2 if you are a new customer. Press 4 if you want to pay a bill. Press 5 if you want to get help—

Harry Du Bois: (Tearing up while pressing the 5 button as hard as he can) PLEASE

[tamblerdraws]

No thank you

[tinyfairart]

Your all going to hate me but I don't like ruin eclipse 😔

[writingmyheartoutforyou]

I hate when the day is going alright, and then suddenly everything goes to shit.

[technologyequality]

AI-Powered Brand Storytelling: How to Build Deep Emotional Connections

AI-Powered Brand Storytelling How to Build Deep Emotional Connections Let’s be real—people don’t fall in love with businesses. They fall in love with stories. If your brand messaging is all about features and pricing, you’re missing the point. People connect with the WHY behind your brand, not just the WHAT. And in today’s AI-driven world, storytelling isn’t just an art—it’s a science. We’ve…

[nateconnolly]

Anyways when I was sixteen I wrote a story about a spaceship's communications officer (think Uhura) who was given a brain implant when he was a baby that automatically translates every language in the universe, but which interferes with his ability to perceive and process subtle changes in tone. He hears an emotionless automated translator voice inside his head rather than hearing the real voices being physically carried by air vibrations. So he has the ability to interpret every word in every language, but he can never interpret tone of voice. And the ultimate message of the story is that understanding every possible text isn't enough -- if you don't understand subtext, you'll be isolated. The "communications officer" actually struggles to communicate more than anyone else on the ship.

You'll never guess what they diagnosed me with a year later.

[xeylah]

"All co-pays are due at the time of your appointment :)" WOW this is new and useful information to me, I'm so glad that I heard it while I'm on hold with the doctor's office, in between the loudest brass instrumental of "Dream a Little Dream of Me" I have ever heard in my entire life!

[tanlakarix]

Power of Voice Solutions: Top Benefits for Business Growth

Voice solutions are a powerful tool that can help businesses of all sizes grow and succeed. By providing businesses with a more efficient and effective way to communicate with customers, voice solutions can help to improve customer satisfaction, increase sales, and reduce costs.

Here are some of the top benefits of voice solutions for business growth:

1. Unlock new sales opportunities.

Voice solutions can help businesses unlock new sales opportunities by making it easier for customers to contact them. For example, businesses can add a click-to-call button to their website or landing pages, which allows customers to initiate a call quickly and easily without having to fumble with their phones. Additionally, businesses can use voice solutions to create targeted outbound calling campaigns, which can help them reach new customers and generate leads.

2. Shorten service interactions and increase satisfaction.

Voice solutions can also help businesses shorten service interactions and increase customer satisfaction. For example, businesses can use voice solutions to implement a self-service knowledge base, which allows customers to find answers to their questions without having to wait on hold or speak to a customer service representative. Additionally, businesses can use voice solutions to provide customers with 24/7 support, which can help to improve customer satisfaction and loyalty.

3. Boost productivity with efficient outbound calling.

Voice solutions can also help businesses boost productivity with efficient outbound calling. For example, businesses can use voice solutions to create call scripts, which can help agents to stay on track and deliver a more consistent message. Additionally, businesses can use voice solutions to track call metrics, which can help them to identify areas where they can improve their outbound calling campaigns.

4. Invaluable data and reporting for quality assurance.

Voice solutions can also provide businesses with invaluable data and reporting for quality assurance. For example, businesses can use voice solutions to record calls, which can then be reviewed by supervisors or managers to assess agent performance. Additionally, businesses can use voice solutions to collect customer feedback, which can be used to improve the customer experience.

5. Reduced missed opportunities.

Voice solutions can also help businesses to reduce missed opportunities. For example, businesses can use voice solutions to implement a call-back feature, which allows customers to leave their contact information so that they can be called back at a convenient time. Additionally, businesses can use voice solutions to provide customers with the ability to text or email their questions, which can help to ensure that their questions are answered promptly.

6. Scale business when needed.

Voice solutions are also scalable, which means that businesses can easily add or remove users as needed. This can be a major advantage for businesses that are growing rapidly, as it allows them to expand their customer support capacity quickly and easily.

7. Consolidate team collaboration.

Voice solutions can also help to consolidate team collaboration. For example, businesses can use voice solutions to create a unified communications platform, which allows employees to communicate with each other via voice, video, and text. This can help to improve team collaboration and efficiency.

8. Appear more professional.

Finally, voice solutions can also help businesses to appear more professional. For example, businesses can use voice solutions to provide customers with a consistent and professional phone experience. Additionally, businesses can use voice solutions to add features such as caller ID and call recording, which can help to build trust and credibility with customers.

In conclusion, voice solutions are a powerful tool that can help businesses of all sizes grow and succeed. By providing businesses with a more efficient and effective way to communicate with customers, voice solutions can help to improve customer satisfaction, increase sales, and reduce costs.

If you are looking for a way to improve your business, I encourage you to consider investing in voice solutions. You may be surprised at how much they can help you to grow and succeed.

For More Info: https://www.karix.com/products/voice-solutions/

[ailithnight]

DPxDC Prompt #17

There is a room Danny's Keep he set up shortly after defeating Pariah Dark. It became necessary when the broader magical community realized Pariah had be defeated and therefore a new King took his throne. Danny found himself briefly bombarded with waves of attempted summonings.

Which, the summonings themselves, wouldn't have been so bad. Turns out people can't just drag the King of Ghosts to themselves on a whim. Danny has to actively accept a summoning to get pulled to it. And if he just decides "No," the pull and whispers go away. No problem there.

No, the problem is the offerings. And sacrifices. The things that people put in the circle as payment for even attempting to summon him. Like having to put a quarter in the payphone just to listen to it ring and ring and ring as the person on the other end of the call doesn't pick up. Since the summoning magic regarded these things as belonging to Danny even if he rejected the summons, they usually ended up just materializing in front of him if he didn't go to them.

Which, okay. It was funny that time he got to end a fight with Vlad very fast when a whole gold bar materialized and dropped on his head. And the food was nice sometimes when it was late and everywhere was closed and his parents had left samples in the fridge to contaminate everything into animation again. But the goat head dropping from the ceiling onto his desk during on of Lancer's English tests was not appreciated. Even if it did get the test rescheduled and the whole school shut down for a few days to investigate the "potentially satanic activity."

So, yeah, it was a bit of a problem. Fortunately, it was a problem with a relatively simple solution. Danny set up an inbox. With a bit of help from Tucker and Pandora, and a couple tips from Clockwork; all summoning offerings and sacrifices would now go straight to the dedicated room in the Keep.

And! As a special touch, the summoners would also get a chipper, automated voice saying, "The Ghost King you are trying to summon has more important things to do than answer you right now. Please leave a message in the circle with your name, date, location, contact information, and reason for summoning. The Ghost King will get back to you at his earliest convenience." Sam's stupid fancy girl gala voice had been perfect for that little message.

It was the perfect solution. Danny no longer had to deal with randomly materializing offerings putting his secret identity at risk. Pariah's skeletons, who had been antsy for something to do now that they were no longer bent under the thumb of a cruel tyrant, were instructed to take care of all the offerings; making sure everything was always cleaned up and put away. And all Danny had to do was stop by periodically to check in and "Officially respond" -ie, write a fuck off note- to the summoning messages (Clockwork's insistence).

A perfect solution. Up until Danny checked in one day to find the skellies pampering a whole ass boy. No. Not just any boy. Danny recognizes that costume.

"Why is Robin here?"

[anghimalaaynasapuso]

DISCORD BOYFRIEND KÖNIG

sfw + nsfw. this is just an amalgamation of all my ideas

könig has never been one for putting his face on social media. even before the scars that pull at the skin of his cheek, reshaping his expression in ways he’s never fully grown used to, the idea of being seen, really seen, has never sat right with him. there’s a certain comfort in anonymity, in keeping the world at arm’s length. easier that way. safer.

that unease, paired with what some might consider his more nerdy interests, means he gravitates toward spaces like discord rather than the highly curated feeds of instagram or facebook. there, he doesn’t have to worry about photos or videos— just a username, and a presence in text.

his handle is simple: king 👑. a nod to the name he’s carried for so long, stripped of rank, stripped of weight.

even in the server where he’s most active, he keeps things vague, blending into discussions about games, military history, or whatever niche interest has caught his attention that week.

every now and then, he’ll let something slip— a mention of deployment, an offhand comment, disappearing for months at a time, only to return with a sudden burst of activity. some put the pieces together. most don’t. and könig prefers it that way. it’s easier to let them think he’s just another guy with spotty internet.

your first interaction is rather simple in retrospect.

he’s back after weeks of recon, shaking off the mission like dirt from his boots, easing into the familiarity of a gaming server he’s called home for years.

it’s not a small server, so new people come and go. he does his usual routine— an automated, slightly impersonal welcome but what he doesn’t expect is the sheer enthusiasm in return.

“hi!!!!”

he stares at the message for a second, counting the exclamation marks. three. four. five? a small smile tugs at his lips before he even realizes it.

it doesn’t take long before you’re at his metaphorical side, sending a friend request before the conversation even shifts from your college courses.

the older members tease him. something about his last deployment scrambling his head enough to take a newbie under his wing. he lets them talk. he doesn’t mind.

soon enough, you’re in his private messages, dramatically lamenting your latest loss in a game he’s only vaguely familiar with. könig listens— well, reads— as you rant, words spilling out at a rapid-fire pace, interspersed with keyboard smashing and increasingly incoherent frustration.

he’s not much for new releases, preferring to sink his teeth into a single game for months on end, grinding away until mastery is muscle memory. still-

one evening, without preamble, he sends you a link. his profile. in your game.

the response is immediate. ‘king!!! 🥺’ you type, followed by an onslaught of keyboard mashing that takes up half his screen.

he exhales a short laugh, shaking his head. he wonders if you know how easy it is to make him grin like an idiot.

the calls are… an unexpected development.

könig doesn’t make a habit to join server calls. ever. it’s not even about anxiety, not really, just preference. too many voices, too much noise. he never expected to be comfortable enough with anyone to want to be in a call, let alone initiate one.

but when you start gaming together, it becomes a necessity. typing mid-match isn’t exactly efficient, and you’re the first to point that out.

“okay, listen, king, i am not about to lose another ranked match just because you take five years to type ‘behind you.’” he huffs, amused, but relents.

soon enough, calls become second nature— no longer tied to gaming, no longer requiring an excuse. you always ask first, polite thing that you are, and könig always agrees. sometimes it’s an unspoken invitation, a simple “call?” sent in the quiet hours of the night. sometimes he beats you to it, pressing the button before he can think too hard about it.

one time, it’s you who calls. he answers on the first ring.

“are you- wait.” you pause, listening. there’s a distinct, rhythmic thud-thud-thud in the background. not footsteps, but something heavier, more controlled. “are you on a treadmill?”

“mm.” his voice is steady, unaffected. a quiet confirmation.

you gasp, and he can practically hear the amusement brewing in your tone. “oh my god! you actually work out? i thought you were lying.”

he snorts, breath hitching slightly as he adjusts his pace. “why would i lie about that?”

“i don’t know! you just- i mean, you sit at your desk all day, playing the same game for hours, and you’re always online at weird times-”

“you are describing yourself,” he points out.

“shut up.”

there’s a pause, and then, with the kind of mischief that only comes from knowing exactly how to push his buttons, you add, “prove it.”

he slows to a walk, swiping open his phone. a moment later, you receive a picture. him, flexing. the lighting is dim, but you can still make out the cut of his forearm, the solid shape of his bicep. just to humor you, he throws up a peace sign.

“not stolen from pinterest.”

you burst into laughter so sudden and bright that he finds himself smiling before he can stop it.

you learn what it means to miss könig pretty early on.

it happens suddenly. one day, he’s there, active as usual, sending the occasional meme, idling in voice chat even if he’s not talking. the next? radio silence. not even a ‘typing…’ indicator.

at first, you don’t think much of it. maybe he’s sleeping in. maybe he’s busy. time zones are weird. it’s fine.

but then a whole day passes. then another. you check his status— nothing. not offline, not do not disturb, just… gone.

curiosity turns into concern, and before you can think better of it, you ask in the server.

“hey, anyone heard from king?”

the response is casual. unbothered. “oh, dude’s probably deployed again.”

you blink. reread the message. “deployed?”

“yeah, king’s military.”

there’s no warning for the way that statement knocks the air from your lungs.

military? as in, real-life combat? as in, war zones and danger and actual life-or-death situations?

you stare at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure what to even say to that.

he doesn’t resurface for weeks.

you don’t realize how much you’ve come to rely on his presence until it’s gone. his absence is loud in the quiet moments of your day, in the spaces where a message from him would normally be.

you check the server out of habit, catching yourself before you can search his username. it’s stupid, you think. you barely know him. he’s just some guy from a discord server.

but the worry lingers.

and then, one day, just like that— he’s back.

his return is as unceremonious as his disappearance.

no dramatic entrance, no fanfare. just a simple “hello.”

you see it the moment he sends it. your stomach flips.

before you can stop yourself, you send a private message. “you’re alive.”

a moment passes. then��� “yes.”

you frown. “you were gone for weeks.”

“i know.”

frustration bubbles up. “you could’ve said something.”

“i couldn’t.”

you hesitate, fingers tightening around your phone. you don’t know what you were expecting. an explanation? reassurance? but it’s clear you’re not getting one.

but then, a follow-up message. one that feels heavier, more careful. “i’m sorry.”

and just like that, the irritation dissolves.

it’s strange, the way things slip back into place after that.

he doesn’t talk about it, and you don’t ask. but something shifts. after that deployment, könig starts telling you when he’ll be gone. nothing in detail, really. just a simple, “i’ll be away for a bit.”

(it means everything.)

slowly, you get used to it. the rhythm of his presence and absence, the way your conversations pick up right where they left off, as if no time has passed at all.

it goes on for months. this… thing between the two of you. könig doesn’t hesitate to call it friendship, though he knows, knows, it’s something else entirely.

something with edges softer than companionship, something that lingers in the pauses between conversation, in the way you had whispered his real name under your breath when he revealed it to you.

he doesn’t rush to name it. doesn’t push. he lets it simmer until it feels inevitable.

in the end, it’s you who breaks first. technically. not that he’s keeping score. not that he would ever rub it in your face, especially when he was a mere day away from asking the very same thing.

it starts with a message. no preamble, no buildup. just a simple: hey, what are we?

könig sees it and reacts before thinking. presses the call button so fast his thumb practically smashes the screen. it rings once, twice—

“you didn’t even ask.” your voice comes through, half exasperated, half amused.

“didn’t want to give you time to unsend.” his own voice is steady, but his heart is anything but.

you huff. “bold assumption.”

“not really.”

a pause. he hears you shift, fabric rustling, the sound of you settling in. something warm and slow uncoils in his chest at the familiarity of it.

“so,” you start, hesitant. “what’s your answer?”

könig exhales, tipping his head back against his pillow. “do you want the truth?”

“obviously.”

he hums, considering. in reality, he’s known the truth for a while now. probably before you even realized it yourself.

“i like you,” he says, simple, sure. then, because he knows you, because he knows your deflections, your habit of teasing when you get nervous, he adds, “and i’m very aware you like me back.”

you sputter. “that’s a bold assumption-”

“not really,” he repeats, smug this time.

you groan, but you’re laughing, and it sends something bright flickering through him.

könig doesn’t ask for nudes. not once. he flirts, he teases, but never pushes. he knows your boundaries, respects them, never even hints at wanting more. if anything, he’s careful. too careful, sometimes. like he’s afraid of crossing a line you haven’t even drawn.

so when you finally send something, it’s your choice.

the first picture is tame. barely anything. it's a shot of your thighs, soft and warm in the low light of your room. nothing scandalous. nothing too revealing. but the second you hit send, your stomach twists with nerves.

könig sees it immediately. you watch the typing bubble appear, disappear, then appear again. and then— “fuck.”

you grin. “good?”

“you have no idea.”

it only escalates from there.

könig never requests more. but when you send it, when you want to send it, his reaction is worth it. he worships you through the screen, tells you how beautiful you are, how much he wishes he could touch you.

“pretty,” he texts once, attached to a voice message.

you press play. his breath is ragged, like he’s just run a mile. “pretty thing,” he repeats, voice tinged with something almost reverent. “you’re going to ruin me, love.”

the first time he sends you something, it takes him forever to work up to it.

you don’t ask for it. wouldn’t dream of pushing him into something he’s not comfortable with. könig isn’t shy, necessarily, but he’s private. you know that by now.

so when, out of nowhere, a picture pops up on your screen, your brain short-circuits.

it’s cropped carefully, but there’s no mistaking what you’re looking at— bare skin, broad shoulders, his stomach flexed just slightly.

“you like?” he texts after a minute.

you swallow hard. “yes.”

“good.” and then— “more?”

you bite your lip. “please.”

könig gets bolder after that.

he sends more. never too much, always teasing, always just enough to leave you wanting. sometimes it’s his hands, sometimes it’s his abs, the sharp cut of his hip bones, the waistband of his sweatpants hanging just low enough to make your mouth water.

one night, he sends a voice message instead. you press play.

at first, all you hear is his breathing. then, slowly, softly— your name, whispered through a noise that makes heat bloom low in your stomach.

“wish you were here,” he murmurs. “wish you could see what you do to me.”

the actual nudes don’t take long. not ar all. you’re both desperate. buzzing. könig’s the one who caves first.

it starts with your text. 10 p.m., the hour where inhibitions slip through grasping fingers like sand.

“wanna see your cock so bad, könig…” you murmur to your propped phone, cheek pressed to your pillow, another one stuffed against your chest like it might replace the hollow ache between your ribs. a distraction. a poor substitute.

on the other side of the screen, he exhales, dragging a hand down his face. fingers tensing, then flexing, like he needs something to hold onto. “love-” your whine cuts through before he can even think. instinctive. needy. his stomach clenches. “okay, okay. as long as you're sure.”

his heart pounds as he opens his photos. he doesn’t exactly collect dick pics, but there are a few kept locked away, private albums, a passcode he suddenly fumbles to enter.

three minutes. that’s how long it takes to choose the best one. the right angle. the right lighting. enough to make your breath hitch when you see it.

he hits send before he can overthink it, then leans back, phone balanced on his thigh, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

your phone buzzes. the photo pops up. you blink, breath hitching sharp in your throat.

“oh my god.” the words spill out of you before you can even think to stop them. “könig…” you stare at the screen, gaze locked on the thick, heavy length of him. the way it curves slightly, resting against his thigh like it’s weighed down by its own sheer mass. your breath stutters.

“you're so fucking big.” it barely registers that you've said it aloud.

“yeah? you like it?

“like it?” you shoot back. “i want it inside me.”

his breath leaves him in one harsh exhale. he shifts, hips rolling involuntarily like he can feel your words on his skin.

“can i see you too?” he sounds so polite. and then, as if that wasn’t enough to twist the knife deeper— “please?”

your stomach flips. you bite your lip, already reaching for your phone camera, the need to show him everything burning through you like wildfire.

your breath comes shallow as you slip your hand lower, phone steady in the other. the need is a pulse under your skin, throbbing, insistent. you pull the covers back just enough, the cool air prickling against the heat between your thighs.

the camera catches everything. your slightly parted thighs, your swollen clit, the wetness gushing out of your hole. it feels like baring a secret you’ve never told anyone. you hesitate for half a second, heart racing, then hit send.

the second the message disappears from your screen, it hits you— you just sent that to him.

on his end, könig freezes. the photo loads slow, torturous, and when it finally pops up, he feels his whole body tense, blood rushing south so fast it’s dizzying. “f-fuck, i need to be inside of you-”

sex with könig, if you can even call it that, at first, sneaks up on you. you never thought you’d be the kind of person who got into this. sending texts that made your face burn, leaving voice messages you could barely listen back to without cringing. but with him, it’s different. easier. less embarrassing because it’s him.

still, going from nudes to actual phone sex takes some time.

“gonna sleep,” könig texts you once, attached to a blurry photo of his bed.

“alone?” you send back, teasing.

the typing bubble appears. then disappears. then— “obviously.”

you grin at your phone, satisfied. but then— “but i could use some company.”

you stare at the message longer than you’d like to admit.

in the past, you hadn't told him how many times you’d dreamt of him because you thought you'd scare him off, kept your mouth shut about the images that haunted you at night, of his hands pinning you down, his mouth at your throat.

didn't tell him that you had woken up panting, arousal between your thighs, könig’s name on your lips too many times. didn't tell him that you had pressed your hand against your clit during your calls, to the sound of his voice, to his laugh, to the quiet, wrecked groans he sometimes lets out when he stretches after a workout.

but you wanted to.

and tonight, you would.

the conversation turns slow. lazy. heavy with something unspoken.

“you sound tired,” könig murmurs, voice warm. he’s always like this late at night. soft, unhurried, like he’s sinking into the sound of you.

you swallow hard. your skin feels too hot, too tight. “i’m not.”

a pause. then, lower— “what is it, love?”

you hesitate, pressing your lips together. it’s too much. too embarrassing. but he knows something is different.

“talk to me. tell me what you’re thinking.”

you let out a shaky breath. “i had a dream about you.”

the silence stretches.

you can hear him inhale. you bite your lip. force yourself to continue. “i think about you. when i-” you stop. you can’t say it. can’t admit it.

könig exhales through his nose, like he’s trying to steady himself. “when you what?”

your stomach is a knot of nerves. but you want this. want him. so you take a breath, close your eyes. “when i touch myself.”

his breath stutters.

“fuck.” the word is almost a groan. your pulse hammers, blood rushing through your ear as heat pools in your stomach.

“könig,” you whisper.

he exhales, whispers his next words like a beg, “say it again.”

you swallow. “i touch myself to you.”

“i do too.”

your stomach flips. “what?”

“i-” he cuts himself off with a quiet curse, like he's frustrated with himself for hesitating. “i touch myself to you too.”

your breath catches. heat blooms in your chest, spreading down your spine. “könig-”

“all the time.” his voice is lower now, raw, like he's aching with it. “when i can't sleep. when you're on call with me, laughing, teasing me. when i wake up hard in the middle of the night and can’t stop thinking about stuffing you full.”

your body is burning again, despite the aftershocks still rolling through you. you're about to choke out a reply when you hear it— the rustle of fabric, the faint creak of bedsprings, the wet slide of skin on skin.

“are you-”

a sharp inhale. “yes.”

“let me hear you,” you whisper, thinking about his pretty, pretty cock. uncut, soft skin stretched over the flushed head, the way it would slide back when he’s fully hard, revealing the deep pink of his leaking tip. the veins that wind down the length, standing out against the pale skin

there's a pause, a hitch in his breath. then, slowly— “okay.”

there's a small rustle, könig adjusting himself on the bed. the faint sound of him pumping lotion on his hand. a quiet sigh. and then, a low grunt as the warmth of his palm wraps around his cock.

könig looks down at his hand, eyes half-lidded, hips bucking up in small thrusts. he imagines your pussy instead of his fist, hot and tight and so fucking warm, fluttering around his length as he pushes in, spearing you open with a cock too big for your little cunny.

he knows you’d cry for him, little gasps and hiccupped moans, squirming beneath him as he bullies his cock deeper, past that tight ring of muscle into the slick, warm clutch of your cunt.

“a-ah- fuck, ah-”

your breath stutters at the sounds, hips grinding against your palm. “wish i could see you.”

“on cam?”

you groan, squeezing your thighs around the pillow in-between your legs, grinding your clit against the material softly. “yes, please..”

fuck, you're so polite.

[literal-bot-account]

y'know, back when I used Reddit, if you found some hateful content of any sort, it wasn't that hard to report it. You clicked the "Report" button, selected "Hateful Content" out of the wide variety of options available, and then clicked the "Submit" button. I did this pretty often, because some of the communities I was in attracted rather unsavory characters as a side effect.

Do you know what happened next? Next, I received an automated message that said basically "Hey, thanks for reporting This Content (link to reported content). We've received your report and will review it shortly." Usually, a day or two later, you'd receive another message in your inbox saying "Thanks again for reporting. We found this content in violation of our TOS and have removed it." Sure enough, if you followed the link back to whatever you reported, it would be gone.

It was that easy. No explaining yourself, no explaining yourself again but differently, no redirect to a new tab, you didn't even need to know the specifics of what did or didn't violate TOS. No matter what happened, they would write back and tell you what was going on. If the reported content didn't violate TOS, they would tell you.

When I hopped over here full-time, I continued that reporting habit, thinking it'd be largely the same experience. I have had complete and utter radio silence from @staff on every single report I've ever filed. Have I been making a difference? Is my voice being considered? Who knows! But it certainly hasn't felt like it so far.

At least now I know those reports were going straight into the garbage, rather than just having to wonder.

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November 23, 2023 - Empty Lair Message

There's still a dirtbag for you to beat in the lair, at least.

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❛  i’m  startin’  to  think  we  may  have  reached  a  breakthrough,  ❜   tenting  your  fingers  together,  you  give  a  confirming  nod.  ❛  now,  i’m  gonna  help  ya’out,  but  we  ain’t  on  that  type  of  teacher-student  kick,  so  ya’can  get  rid  of  that  idea  right  now.  the  principal  said  we  gotta  stay  after  school  anyway,  yeah?  so,  we’re  gonna  use  that  time  to  also  draft  an  idea  of  how  ya’can  get  these  curriculums  but  also  in  a  way  that  we  can  incorporate  cookin’  into  it.  it’s  gonna  be  trial  and  error,  but  we’re  gonna  figure  it  out.  ❜   you  even  noticed  his  body  language  and  the  lilt  in  his  voice  when  he  spoke  of  the  hobby,  but  the  comment  about  ‘  a  thug  ’  cooking  people’s  meals  made  you  raise  a  brow.  ❛  a  thug?  that’s  what  they  think  of  ya  back  in  japan?  ❜  resting  your  chin  on  your  hands,  sapphires  were  still  fixated  on  yusuke,  your  commentary  brewing.  

❛  let  me  ask  ya’this:  do  ya’see  a  future  with  cookin’?  like  workin’  for  a  business,  ownin’  one  or  even  doin’  somethin’  small  with  it?  a  shot  in  the  dark  here,  but  what  if  ya’showcased  the  food  ya’make  here  in  school?  maybe  make  some  money  and  sell  these  bento  things  here  for  like  ––  I  don’t  know  ––  ten  dollars  or  somethin’?  there’s  no  disputin’  ya’food  is  amazin’,  so  why  not  use  it  as  a  gateway?  ❜  your  hand  gestures  towards  the  area,   ❛   by  startin’  here,  it  will  spread  by  word-of-mouth,  this  can  be  the  foundation  ya’need  to  somethin’  bigger.  that’s  also  my  goal.  ❜  reaching  in  your  bag,  you  take  out  the  ipad  you  were  using  in  the  previous  class.  with  a  few  ticks  and  taps,  you  direct  him  to  your  various  clothing  sketches.  ❛  my  dream  is  to  be  a  well  known  fashion  designer  ––––  be  in  the  same  caliber  as  versace,  gucci,  yves  saint  laurent  .  .  .  the  list  goes  on  and  on.  i’ve  been  sewin’  for  a  long  time  now,  but  I  want  to  own  a  business  and  be  able  to  style  and  design  for  people.  I  even  made  my  outfit  and  this  bag.  once  I  get  my  degree,  the  world  is  gonna  be  my  fuckin’  stage.  if  cookin’  is  ya’passion,  got  to  put  in  the  work  to  make  it  big  with  it,  and  that  includes  gettin’  through  all  of  this.  is  that  a  plan?   ❜

Man, how many delinquents has she dealt with in her life?? That would have been a good strategy too, simply give up once he found the studying portion of school became too difficult for him..but probably until he was more than sure that his brain could not comprehend whatever the teachers try to tell him. 

“NOT EXACTLY.” He almost chuckled. “Yeah it could mean you’re older than me…but it’s more of a rank than a nickname based on age. A little nickname given out of respect t’ someone that’s better than you in a certain field. In this case..it’s all of this..” His single hand motions the entire room to signal school itself, that’s something she’s better in than him.”Could be teacher too if yer into the whole teacher, student schtick.”

━━   ❝   𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭..𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧--   ❞  Even Yusuke had to pause for a moment..whilst he knew his food tastes slightly better than average but to hear that his food is Michelin star worthy..that’s a whole thing entirely..granted he might have to google this ‘Gordon Ramsay’ fellow. He sounded like a gangster. “My cooking really that good, HA I can just imagine the people back home in Tokyo pretty much confused because the ‘LOCAL THUG’ is cooking their meals. But I was taught by two of the best cooks in Japan ever since I was old enough t’ walk and talk…so they’d probably be proud.” Thinking back on the Yukimuras always made him smile as he continues eating.