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ipasantosh · 25 days ago
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From Gold to Mold
Chapter 5: The Departure (Warning: this chapter will contain violence. Read at your own risk.)
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It’s been around two months since you accepted the Megamycete into your body and for the first time since you were dragged to Gotham, you’re actually happy. With its vast archives, you’re bursting with knowledge spanning over the course of four-hundred years, ranging from the academic to the arts and it’s thanks to that knowledge that your grades have skyrocketed in the past few weeks; where once you struggled with something, now you know better than even the teachers, even correcting them when they make a mistake and outpacing the best students in your class. Sure, by this time, it’s a little too late to get to the top of your class, but you really don’t care about your ranking; all that matters is being able to complete your homework, class assignments, and tests in record time, giving you time to work on more important things, like your game.
Included in the Megamycete’s records are the knowledge and memories of many computer programmers, some of them working for Bruce in his tech division; you also have many artists and musicians swimming in your head, many of them talented in making art on computers, so with your newfound knowledge, you’ve made tremendous strides in making your game. A year ago, you thought you would have to find a way to crowdfund the game in order to pay artists, musicians, and programmers and it would take a few years to make it ready for players, but now, you’re sure you can have this game ready by yourself within the year.
Not only has your intellectual attributes increased, but so have your physical abilities; the Megamycete’s records also include many athletes, both professional and student, and you know how to play every sport that’s ever been played in Gotham, but you haven’t shown any improvement in gym class. You never had any interest in sports before and you sure as hell don’t know. Plus, if you suddenly start showing everyone in the school that you’ve all of a sudden become smarter and stronger out of nowhere, you might attract enough attention that not even the Waynes can ignore.
And that won’t end well for anyone.
Speaking of them, you know they heard about what happened at the My Alibi bar and are working overtime to find the culprit, the only thing they know for certain is that it was the work of someone new. It actually brought a smile to your face when you learned about it, that for all their detective skills, they have no idea that the person they’re hunting for is under their own roof. While Damian is the only one to have ever told you to your face, you know they all think you’re stupid; that because you chose to deal with your fucked up life in a semi-healthy way and not dress up in some stupid little costume and fistfight psychopaths, that must mean there’s something wrong with you in the head.
Fuck all of them. You don’t need them and tomorrow night, you’ll be driving back to Goodsprings.
When you turned eighteen, you inherited all of your Momma’s assets, namely her life insurance policy, bank accounts, and royalties from all her books, all of which was worth a little over two-million; at first, you were going to save that money for when you moved back to Goodsprings in case you had to fix up your old home and pay the bills, but after almost dying due to relying on bus stops and bumming rides off of Alfred was unfair to the man, you decided to take some of the money and invest it in a car. The Megamycete had absorbed many modern car experts, so you were able to pick out a brand new car that was worth the hit to your wallet.
Plus, you had a way of earning a pretty penny and stick it to Bruce at the same time: sell his proprietary technology to Lex Corp. Many of Bruce’s employees are buried in Gotham’s cemeteries, some of them working on the latest technological breakthrough at the time of their deaths and you knew Bruce’s biggest business rival would kill to see what Bruce’s scientists are cooking up in their lab.
You reached out to the man using your computer knowledge to send him an email that couldn’t be traced back to you, stating you had the specs for several of Wayne Enterprises’ latest large scale projects and asked him if he was interested in buying them for a couple million in cash. Knowing he’d never consider the deal without some proof, you included bits and pieces of what you were offering, just enough to show you were legit, but not enough to be useful without the rest of it.
Sure enough, he took the hit and now, here you are, meeting with the most powerful man in Metropolis in his office, which overlooks the entire city. Of course, you’re smart enough to not show him your face, so you took the form of some Joe Schmo that died years ago.
“I don’t believe it,” the man exclaims as he sifts through the papers you drew the designs on. “Medicine, experimental aircraft specs, software designs! Over a million spent in corporate espionage and nothing to show for it. Then you come along, offering more than enough to recoup those losses and then some.” He looks back at you, an ominous twinkle in his eye that makes you shiver. “Any chance I can rely on your services in the future?”
“Perhaps,” you say in your disguised voice. “If I get my hands on more WE secrets, I’ll keep you in mind. Now, about my money?”
“Of course,” he purrs. He snaps at his assistant, who places the briefcase she was holding on his desk and opens it, revealing more money than you’ve ever seen in your entire life. “Twenty million in unmarked bills. I trust that’s more than enough?”
“Yes,” you say, trying to hide your shock from earning enough money to last you the rest of your life in just a few seconds. “I believe it is.”
(We see no signs of sabotage or subterfuge,) the Megamycete says. (It would appear Luthor intends to keep his word. For once.)
“Mercy will see you out,” Lex says as you take the briefcase. He then holds out a business card. “And this is my personal number and email. If you have more secrets you’re looking to sell, call me day or night.”
“Thank you,” you say as you pocket the card.
And with that, you follow the assistant out of Lex’s office and down to the lobby.
(You must be happy to have amassed such a fortune,) the Megamycete states as you walk out the front door. (And exacting revenge on Bruce Wayne makes this moment all the better.)
“You’re damn right,” you respond with a chuckle.
(Perhaps you could use some of that money to enjoy yourself? Since our joining, you have been hard at work with your education or your project. Taking some time to have fun will do you a world of good.)
Its words resonate with you. Sure, you’ve been busy with catching up on school and the gaps in your game, but you’ve done some fun things the last few weeks, right?
(No, we are afraid you have not.)
“Damn,” you mutter. “Guess I should change that.” You glance down at the briefcase in your hand. “Well, we have twenty mil of Lex’s money in here. How about have a night out in Gotham?”
(We agree wholeheartedly,” it exclaims, its voice full of joy and anticipation. (We look forward to seeing what you have planned.)
You chuckle as you change your form to your hardened mold armor and wings and take flight into Metropolis’ night sky. Fortunately for you, it’s a quiet night in the massive city, so Superman isn’t flying around, so you don’t have to worry about bumping into the Man of Steel.
“I gotta say, this city looks a helluva lot better than Gotham,” you remark as you soar above the skyscrapers. “Gotham looks like a giant tomb while Metropolis looks like the future.”
(Yes, we have noticed that no matter the era, the architecture of Gotham refuses to change. The city seems to be doomed to remain locked in a by-gone age. We look forward to seeing the world beyond.)
“You’ll love Goodsprings. Sure, it’s the size of a stamp compared to a behemoth like Gotham, but you can actually sit on your porch at night and not have to worry about gunshots or escaped lunatics. People actually have conversations with one another instead of telling you to fuck off.”
In a less than thirty minutes, you arrive back at Gotham and land on the roof of Wayne Manor and quietly sneak in. Joker’s still on the loose, no doubt waiting for the perfect moment to unveil his latest sick and twisted plan, so everyone’s out and Alfred’s stuck in the Batcave, keeping an eye on camera feeds.
You take out a few bills from the briefcase before hiding it under your mattress and heading out to the back where you keep your car parked. While Bruce has multiple cars, every single one of them is a high-end luxury car that costs way more than yours, so you didn’t want to take the risk of Bruce or the others finding it and doing something to it, so you keep your car behind a large barn that’s used to hold all the groundskeeping equipment.
As you drive off the property, you tell your phone to dial Alfred, who answers it halfway through the first ring.
“Master Y/N, is everything alright?”
“Yeah, Alfred, everything’s fine. I was just letting you know that I’m going out for a bit. Thought some time outside the house would do me some good.”
“While I agree that you need to get more, perhaps tonight isn’t the best time,” he says hesitantly. “I mean, the Joker is still out there, no doubt planning another heinous act.”
You’re touched by the man’s concern for you. Really, you are. But, with the Megamycete, you have nothing to fear.
“Don’t worry, Alfred, I’ll be fine.,” you reassure him. “I promise I won’t be gone too long. I’ll just be in Amusement Mile for an hour or two.”
“Still, I wish you weren’t going by yourself. Perhaps I can get one of your siblings—“
“No,” you cut him off. “I’m going out to have fun before I graduate, not be miserable. If I wanted to be tortured, I’d throw myself in Arkham’s Intensive Care Building.”
“I know why you feel that way, Master Y/N, but maybe you can give them another chance? You’ll be graduating tomorrow night and leaving after the ceremony. I just don’t want you leaving us under such bad circumstances.”
You know the man’s been trying to get the Waynes to notice you, but they’re all busy with their own lives in addition to being vigilantes at night, either fighting crime in Gotham, Blüdhaven, or elsewhere around the world. And when they’re all home, they’re spending time together, having fun that was never meant to include you. You learned that after countless times coming downstairs and seeing them, eating delicious food, laughing, watching movies, and enjoying themselves without you. After a while, you stopped going downstairs when you heard noises coming from the living room.
You don’t belong here, either in the Wayne Family or in Gotham. You never did. You know it, they know it, and deep down, Alfred knows it, whether he wants to admit it or not. You’re a Gould, not a Wayne and there’s nothing that’s going to change that.
“Alfred, I think the ship for us being a ‘happy, loving family’ sailed long time ago. They’ve made it clear that there’s no room for me in their world and I sure as hell don’t want them in mine. All I want to do is go home.”
“I understand,” he says after a brief moment of silence. “I hope you have fun, Master Y/N. And please, if you get into trouble, call me straight away.”
“I will, Alfred. I’ll talk to you later.” And with that, you hang up.
You let out a sigh when the line goes dead. You hated saying things like that to the poor man, but it’s how you feel about the Waynes. Ever since you moved in, all you heard about Bruce is that he’s a caring man and a loving father, but that care and love only appears to be for those he deems worthy of it. For someone like you, a bastard born from a careless one-night stand, he has nothing but neglect and indifference.
And the same goes for the others. They’re all a dysfunctional hodgepodge that are saturated with so much trauma and paranoia that it’s a miracle that they haven’t killed each other yet. You’re sure if they were locked up in Arkham and studied, they could fill an entire library’s worth of psychological textbooks.
(You should not concern yourself with them. They have made it clear that they are not worthy of your love or forgiveness. After so many years of suffering, you are so close to breaking free from your prison. By this time tomorrow, you will be back where you belong.)
“Yeah, back home. Finally.”
After thirty grueling minutes of dealing with Gotham’s traffic, you finally reach your destination: Bat Burger. As much as you hate any mention of Batman, Gotham’s cashed in on the “Bat Craze” and inserts him into anything they can. At least the food’s good; almost good enough to make you ignore the cartoonish Batfamily designs on all the walls. Emphasis on the almost.
“Welcome to Bat Burger,” the teenage cashier, dressed in a uniform designed around Batman, says in a monotone voice as you approach the counter. A brief look in his eyes tells you he’d rather be anywhere else right now. “How can I bring justice to your hunger today?”
“Can I get a Batburger with ketchup, large fries, and a large Bat Cola?”
“Do you want to Jokerize those fries,” he asks as he types in your order.
“No thanks.” You hand him a hundred dollar bill. “I don’t need the change. Keep it as a tip.”
“Oh,” he exclaims, the dead look in his eye gone, replaced by shock. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” you respond, happy to see such a transformation in the teen.
“Thank you,” he stutters as he hands you your cup for your drink. “Your food’ll be out in a minute. Let me know if you need anything else.”
You nod as you take the cup to the drink station.
(That was quite charitable of you,) the Megamycete remarks as you fill up your cup. (Such an action is rare in this city.)
“He looked like he needed it. I know what it’s like to be that miserable. Plus, it’s not like we’re hurting for money. If I ever run low, I still have plenty of Bruce’s secrets I can sell to Lex for a couple million.”
(Indeed. It would appear he had many of his employees working on secret projects that were not meant to be released. Perhaps such things were only meant for his nightly activities?)
“Wouldn’t doubt it,” you say as you sit down. “Kinda surprised no one’s figured it out. Batman’s toys look expensive and there’s not that many people in Gotham that could foot a bill that big other than Bruce Wayne.”
Not long after that, your order was called and you collected your fast food goodness. You practically moan as you take your first bite.
(This is quite appealing,) it says as you take another bite. (Savoring the food in real time is far batter than savoring it from the memories of the deceased.)
“I’ve wanted to come here for a while,” you say as you take a few fries. “Always saw the garbage cans full of Batburger bags when they came back from patrol. They never offered to take me and I never asked.”
(Their loss, we assure you. We can think of no better meal companion.)
“Shucks,” you chuckle. “You’re making me blush.”
After your meal, you decided to go to the arcade a few blocks away from the restaurant, eager to show the Megamycete all your favorite games. Also, with it behind you, you might be able to earn more tickets and win some of the bigger prizes. Your stride’s broken when you hear screaming, gunfire, and people running from the Gotham Arcade.
“What’s going on,” you ask a man as he tries to run past you.
“It’s Joker,” he exclaims, his eyes full of fear. “He’s shooting up the place!”
He runs away as you duck into an alley and call upon the mold to form the armor you’ve been using a lot lately. As you walk towards the arcade, you look through the roots and see the Bats scattered across the city, handling other crises; meaning they wouldn’t be here anytime soon.
“Guess it’s up to us to save the day.”
(The Clown has added many into our archives, all of whom spent their last moments of life terrified and in pain. We think it is time he knows fear.)
You walk into the arcade and are greeted by with over a dozen bodies, all of them riddled with bullet holes.
“My god,” you say, stepping over two teen boys who look like brothers. “There wasn’t a point to this. This is an arcade, not a bank. He just did this because he could.”
You follow the sound of gunfire until you see the Joker, dressed in his signature purple suit, shooting at a bunch of arcade cabinets.
“This is so much fun,” he exclaims as he rips a bunch of tickets from the machines. “Don’t you agree, Harley?”
“Sure do, Mistah J,” his partner, clad in her usual red and black spandex and jester hat, answers as she slams her giant mallet down on a poor Whack-A-Mole machine. She bends down and rips out a bunch of tickets from the smoking husk and holds it up to Joker like some offering to an ancient god. “Look, Puddin’, I won so many tickets!”
It’s then the two lunatics notice your presence.
“Well, well, well,” Joker says as he pockets his ill-gotten tickets. “Not the costumed freak I was expecting.” He holds his hands up to his head. “You’re missing the ears and everything.”
The two laugh and you roll your eyes under your mask.
“Looks like Ol’ Batsy has a new brat in his nest,” she jokes. “So, who’re you?”
“Oh, Harley, his name doesn’t matter.” He pulls out his gun and points it at you. “He’ll just be another corpse.”
He fires the gun and this time, the bullet actually penetrates your armor and pierces your lower torso. You wince at the feeling of a bullet in your gut.
(It would appear the clown uses a higher caliber than the common scum of Gotham,) the Megamycete explains as it heals your body, stitching the wound closed and hardening your armor to repel the stronger bullets. (Funny how he possesses such toys after being in Arkham for so long.)
“Oh, you’re a tough one, aren’t you,” he says, seeing that you’re not going down. “Normally, his little birdies go down from just a little love tap. Are you sure you belong to Batman?”
Now that pisses you off. Bruce may have had a hand in bringing you into the world, but you’re not his. You’re so pissed, in fact, that you raise your right arm and call upon a long tendril that pierces the center of the clown’s chest and pull him towards you.
“Mistah J,” Harley shouts in fear as you bring Joker to your face. She’s obviously paralyzed by fear because she stands there, doing nothing but watching the scene unfold before her.
His pasty white chin is covered in blood as it pours from his mouth and his eyes are wide as saucers.
“Now ain’t that a surprise,” he says with a chuckle, causing him to cough up blood.
“Get this through your sick and twisted head, clown,” you hiss. “I’m not Batman’s anything. There’s no words in any language that can express how much I hate him.”
You twist the tendril and take pleasure in watching him wince in pain.
(He fears you more than the Bat right now. Good. You are far superior than that worm and his collection of misfits. You always were.)
You feel yourself grin at that. You are better than them, aren’t you?
“And as much as I hate to admit it, Jason was right on how to deal with you. When you have a tumor, you don’t dress up in some stupid costume and beat it until it stops being a tumor.” You lift him far above, his head almost touching the ceiling. He flails around, but your tendril holds him in place. “You take a knife and cut it out.”
And with that, your tendril sprouts dozens of smaller ones that burst through his body, rendering it full of holes that it looks like a blood soaked piece of Swiss cheese. Said tendrils twist around until what was once the Joker is reduced to chunks of meat.
“Mister J,” Harley shouts, her voice full of agony, as his remains fall to the floor, landing with a wet splat. She looks at the pile of flesh, tears streaming from her eyes before turning to you, her gaze full of hate. “You bastard!”
She charges at you, her mallet raised and ready to strike, but you wrap her in your tendril, stopping her advance and making her drop her weapon. She struggles and as she does, she lets out loud sobs; ones were intimately familiar with. You let out similar ones when you lost your Momma and over the years you’ve spent in Wayne Manor.
“You killed my Puddin’,” she weeps. “When Bats hears about this, he’ll hunt you down like a damn animal! And when you’re thrown in Arkham, I’ll be waiting for ya!”
(She has a point. Batman and his flock are already looking for you and when they learn you have killed the clown, they will make finding you their top priority; they will marshal every resource at their disposal to finding your identity. Even if she cannot provide them with your identity, she presents a risk to our secrecy.)
You ponder on this as you watch Harley struggle against her bindings, her sobs now filling the arcade. You know the Megamycete is right; she’s a loose end you can’t afford, especially when you’re so close to going home. Plus, you know with Joker gone, Harley has no one to control her and with how racked with grief over the loss of her “love,” she’s a huge risk to everyone on Gotham.
You decide the risks are too great and command a smaller tendril to emerge from the one holding Harley, have it wrap itself around her neck, and quickly snap it, the noise it makes ringing in your ears like a gunshot. You release her from your grip and she tumbles to the floor, lifeless.
(It had to be done,) it assures you. (She represented a threat not just to you, but to the rest of the city. There is no telling how many people would have been hurt the next time she broke free from the asylum’s confines. Plus, the influence of the clown would have stayed with her, even after his death. She would most likely never have returned to what she once was. The rest of her life would have been spent mourning over the clown, inflicting pain onto the innocent, and escaping from and being returned to the asylum. You showed her mercy.)
You hear the words and in some way, they make sense, but right now, you don’t feel like you showed mercy. You’ve heard of the Tragedy of Doctor Harleen Quinzel, everyone in Gotham has at one point or another; the story of a poor psychiatrist new to Arkham who had been prayed upon by a manipulative mass murderer, turning her into his demented partner in crime and cutting a bloody swath across Gotham every time they escaped, leaving behind many orphans, widows, and corpses in their wake. She had spent years listening to other people’s problems and for once, wanted someone to listen to her, to make her feel like she was important.
In many ways, you can relate. Maybe in another life, you two could’ve been friends, wallowing together in your shared misery.
Just then, you learn from the roots that the Bats have been informed of the Joker’s appearance and are now on their way here to capture hm, unaware that you’d already beaten them to the punch.
“Let’s go,” you say, moving quickly. “We’re done here.”
In no time flat, you’re back to your car and out of the area before the Bats showed up.
“Sorry, buddy, but it looks like we may have to take a rain check on that night out.)
(We understand. And you should not feel guilty because of your actions. It is thanks to you that not only many will be able to sleep peacefully in their beds, but many beyond this mortal realm will finally know peace. While many threats to Gotham remain, its largest one has finally been put down.)
“Yeah, I guess.”
(It is also worth noting that we have only been joined for a short time, you have accomplished much more than Batman has the last two decades.)
That actually makes you feel a little better. Yeah, Bruce has been doing this for years and Gotham’s still a hellhole. In the span of a singe night, you make it visibly more safer. And to top it all off, he’ll be racking his brain trying to find out who the hell killed him and he’ll have no idea it was you, his forgotten firstborn son.
“That does make me feel a little better. Thanks.”
“Ok, when you find out who did this, can you please tell me so I can end them a thank you card before you lock em up,” Jason says as they watch what remains of the Joker being collected into a large evidence bag by GCPD while Harley’s body is placed on a gurney and covered by a sheet before being wheeled out.
“You know, I hate to say it,” Jim says as he dismisses a detective. “But I think this is going to make the city way safer. Hell, the mayor may want to offer whoever did this a key to the city.”
“It doesn’t matter if all crime in Gotham stops because of this,” Bruce responds. “It was done the wrong way and when I find out who did this, I’ll deliver them to Arkham myself. I’ll take Joker’s remains back to the Batcave, see if I can find any clues on the identity of his killer. I’ll give them back to you along with my findings.”
“Thanks,” the police commissioner responds as he takes the bag from a forensic investigator and hands it to him.
“Come on, B,” Jason whines as they leave the arcade. “Joker was a piece of shit and it was only gonna end with his death. Whoever this person is, do they really deserve to rot in Arkham over someone like him?”
“Whoever this person is, they took the law into their hands.”
“Pot meet kettle,” Jason mutters, but Bruce doesn’t acknowledge the remark.
“And this person clearly has powers. If they go off the deep end, there’s no telling what will happen. We need to find them before something happens and someone gets hurt.”
Finding this person just became their top priority.
This is it, the night you’ve been waiting for: graduation. It’s funny, when you first woke up this morning, you could feel every second of the day tick as you waited for the graduation ceremony. The only thing that made the time go by fast was you thinking about the conversation you overheard in the kitchen this morning.
Bruce and Tim talking about spending the day at their computers, analyzing every camera feed in Amusement Mile to look for whoever killed Joker. You had to bite your tongue to keep you from laughing. Here you are, the person they’re chomping at the bit to catch, and they have no idea you’re in the other room. You should be happy that they finally want something to do with you, but you know it’s only because you sent Joker to hell, something Bruce should’ve done years ago.
And when you heard that Tim was skipping the graduation ceremony to aid in patrolling? You immediately did a cartwheel down the hall. Not only will you finally be free from Gotham, but you won’t have to share the spotlight with Tim and risk catching their attention, though they probably would’ve had no idea who you were. Alfred tried to get Tim to reconsider getting Bruce to attend, but when those two are obsessing over something, it’s impossible to tear them away from it. The butler tried to tell Bruce that he had another son graduating, but the man left before the sentence could be complete, stating he had work to do.
At this point, it doesn’t even phase you. You know they’ve practically forgotten your existence and you couldn’t care less. You have everything you need to go back home and start your new life, you don’t need them for anything.
“Master Y/N, are you sure you don’t want me to call master Bruce and have him attend your graduation,” the butler fusses over your cap and gown for the umpteenth time. “As you father, he should be here to see one of the most important moments in your life.”
“It’s fine, Alfred, I don’t need him here. Frankly, with the way he’s acted over the years, I’m glad he’s not here. Same with Tim.”
The butler looks at you and you grimace at your remark. Ever since becoming the Megamycete’s host, you’ve noticed changes in your behavior. Where once you use to keep comments like that to yourself, you know say them in front of Alfred, unafraid for his reaction. Or how you use to always speak in a barely audible whisper for fear of being overheard by the Waynes, now you talk to Alfred at a volume that could easily attract unwanted attention. And you’re certain he’s noticed your change, too. God knows that man is aware of everything that goes on in his house.
(It is because you no longer have that fear. Before, you were a timid little thing, afraid of being seen by a predator lying in wait. Now? You are the hunter. They can’t hurt you anymore.)
Alfred opens his mouth to day something, but one of the teachers calls for all seniors to make their way to the field, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. He heads to the stands while you follow your fellow seniors to the field where you’re herded in alphabetical order. Once the teacher was satisfied with the order, she typed on her phone and the graduation music started playing from the speakers at the top of the stands.
As you follow in line, you look up to see Alfred in the front row, holding his phone up, no doubt intending to take several pictures and record just as many videos. You smile at the man, thankful to have him here on this important night. It’s then you think about your Momma and how she’d be cheering for you so hard, everyone could hear her. You feel something slide down your face and realize you’re crying. This is an important day in your life and you’re missing an important person in your life.
(She would be so proud of you. If your memories are anything indication of her character, she would give anything to be here right now. While the butler can never replace her, he is an acceptable stand-in.)
“Yeah,” you whisper as you take your seat near the front of the stage set up in the middle of the field. “He is. And I’m gonna miss him like hell.”
While you’re overjoyed to leave Gotham in your rear view and never step foot in it ever again, you’ll really miss Alfred. The man has been your rock since day one, celebrating your birthday which also happens to be the day of your Momma’s death. He held you while you cried and was your only company in the lonely halls of Wayne Manor.
Maybe you can hire him as your butler? Your smaller house would no doubt be much easier to clean than that behemoth of a mansion. Plus, Alfred is way more than people like the Waynes deserve.
After an eternity, the valedictorian finishes his speech and takes his place at up front, which is when the headmaster walks up to the podium and begins to call the students to come up and receive their diplomas. With each name called, you feel chest begin to tighten. This is the first time in years that so many eyes will be on you. What if you fall flat on your face while walking? Or try to shake the headmaster’s hand with your left instead of your right? Or—
(Relax,) the Megamycete says, bringing you out of your thoughts. (All will be fine. When your name is called, you will rise, walk with a level of pride none of your peers could ever hope to match, accept your diploma with such grace the headmaster will b in total awe, and walk back to your seat with the same pride as before. You are better than any of these children and you will make them know it.)
Hearing those words instantly makes you relax, your the knot that had been building up in your chest untangling, allowing you to breathe again.
“Thanks,” you say, taking a much needed deep breath. “Glad to know you think so highly of me.”
(We speak only the truth. We have seen the lives and memories of countless people over the past four centuries and not a single one holds a candle to you. You possess much potential and now that we are joined, we know you will unleash that potential and the entire world will be in awe of it.)
Wow. You actually have no idea how to respond to that.
(Pay attention, now. You will be called soon.)
It’s then you realize the headmaster is now on the Fs, almost to the Gs.
There’s three people ahead of you.
Then two.
Then one.
Then…
“Y/N Gould.”
This is it, your biggest moment in Gotham Academy. You stand up and walk with the grace the Megamycete said you would, accept your diploma from the headmaster with your left hand and shake with your right, and walk back to your seat. As you do, you see Alfred, a smile stretched across his face and cheering your name as he continues to hold his phone, probably recording a video just before your name was called.
(Excellent, Y/N,) the Megamycete praises as you sit back down. (We offer our most sincere congratulations on your triumph.)
You stare down at the piece of paper down in your hands and you while the evidence is right there in black and white, it still doesn’t feel real. You’re actually in awe of the fancy kind of paper Gotham Academy uses to print its diplomas, with its Coleen gilded edges, bold ink, beautiful calligraphy, and soft feel.
Hell, Alfred may fight you to keep it so he can frame it and mount it somewhere in Wayne Manor.
After that, the rest of the ceremony seems to speed up, the last of the names being called, the headmaster deeming all of you graduates of Gotham Academy, and the graduating class being told to gather behind the chairs for the moment every senior looks forward to: the Cap Throw. You follow your fellow graduates with bated breath, eager to throw your cap and complete your graduation experience.
“On three,” the valedictorian yells from the center of the crowd. “One! Two! Three!”
You eagerly toss your cap with everyone else, your cheers and laughs joining everyone else’s. You watch with joy as the caps soar above you all and begin to float back down to the field, your eyes tracking your cap, which you had decorated with paintings (the Megamycete allowing you to make them flawlessly) of the team you beat Cynthia from Pokémon Platinum with: Infernape, Luxray, Staraptor, Floatzel, Lucario, and Garchomp (you had no idea so many used the same team before you discovered the internet).
You collect you cap while so many try to find theirs and had towards the exit to meet Alfred.
“Congratulations, my boy,” he greets you, his wide smile still adorning his face, before bringing you into a tight hug.
“Than you, Alfred,” you respond, returning the hug.
When you separate, he flags down a passing man. “Pardon me, sir, would you be so kind as to take a picture of the two of us?”
“Sure,” the man says, taking his phone and aiming at you and taking the picture.
“Thank you, good sir,” the butler says as he takes his phone back.
He types on his phone and not even a second later, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket beneath your gown, indicating he sent you the picture.
“I’m so proud of you, Master Y/N. You’ve certainly earned this.”
“Thank you, Alfred. And not just for this, but for everything.”
You two leave the field and he follows you to the gym so you can return your gown and once you do, you two make your way to your car, which is when you realize this is the part of the evening where you two say your goodbyes and you leave for Goodsprings while he returns to Wayne Manor. And the sweet moment you’ve been waiting years for now turns bittersweet. You’ve looked forward to this moment ever since you started high school and while you’re ecstatic to finally leave this godforsaken city, you hate that you have to leave Alfred behind.
“Master Y/N,” he says, breaking the tense silence. “I know you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, but do you have to leave right now? Maybe your return to Nevada can wait until morning? You really shouldn’t be driving so late.”
“We can put it off for as long as we want, still won’t change the outcome.”
“I know,” the poor man sighs. “But still, it’s over forty hours from here to Goodsprings.”
“I’ll be fine, Alfred. Really. I’ll be super careful. I’ll stop at a motel a few hours from here, take regular breaks, stop at restaurants to eat, and I’ll be there before you know it and in one piece.”
“I just wish I could convince you to stay. I’ll miss you, terribly. The manor won’t be the same without you.”
“I’ll miss you, too, Alfred.”
You two pull each other into another hug.
“Promise me that you’ll call me if you run into any trouble, be it on the road or in Nevada.”
“I will.”
“And that you’ll try to visit whenever you can. I’ll arrange for Master Bruce’s jet to come and get you, you just say the word.”
“I’ll try.”
You’re lying. You’re lying and both of you know it. But, neither of you bring it up.
“And promise me you’ll take care of yourself. I didn’t raise you for over ten years just for you to end up in the hospital just because you didn’t feed yourself.”
“I will,” you laugh. You know he’s joking, he taught you everything he knows about cooking, cleaning, and housekeeping. That, combined with the Megamycete’s records, you have everything you need to keep your house together.
“I just wish your father and siblings were here.” You just did manage to fight off the flinch at the mention of those assholes. “This is an important moment of your life and they should be here to celebrate it with you.”
“I know you do, Alfred,” you respond, thankful that you’re still hugging so he can’t see the face you’re making at the thought of them being here, insulting you and making you feel like graduating somehow made you feel like a failure.
Finally, you two pull apart and with one last goodbye and promise to be careful, you get into your car, the backseat covered by boxes that couldn’t be placed in the trunk. When you woke up this morning, you packed your computer, video games, books, and other things that you refused to leave behind at Wayne Manor, your Momma’s pen sitting in your pocket as you refused to part with it. Sure, there were some things were left behind and while Alfred told you repeatedly he could arrange for them to be delivered to your house, you told him that anything you left behind wasn’t important and could be thrown away.
You didn’t leave much behind, some stuff like a few books you hadn’t read in years, a bunch of notebook paper with stupid ideas for video games that you had years and threw away when you realized no one in their right mind would play them, and an old journal you kept when you first move to Gotham. You archived every major event leading up to Damian’s arrival in those pages, which is when you finally filled it up. You briefly thought about keeping it, but decided against it. You had your stay at Wayne Manor burned into your memory and weren’t eager to have been more reminders around you. Plus, you’re about to start your new life, so there’s no need to carry it around. Maybe you can start keeping a new journal?
You start up your car, put it into reverse, and when you backed up enough, put it into drive and wave at Alfred as you leave the parking lot and follow your GPS to Goodsprings. That’s when your phone finally connects to your radio and starts playing music, Hollow from FFVII Remake, playing at just the right volume.
“Wow,” you chuckle as the music begins. “Talk about great timing.”
(We agree. This song is about heading into the unknown with hope; perfect for the start of your new life. It is as if fate itself is smiling down upon you.)
“Seems like it. You with me, buddy?”
(Every step of the way. Until the very end.)
And with that, you pick up speed as you get onto the interstate.
Alfred watches you drive off and only when you’re out of sight does he finally shed a tear. To see Master Y/N leave is one of the most difficult moments of his life.
He understands, of course. Not only did you leave much behind after the tragic and unexpected loss of your mother, but Master Wayne and the children had given you zero reasons to stay. In fact, they’d given you a million reasons to leave.
But he can’t let you go. Not his favorite member of the family.
He’d never admit it to anyone, but out of everyone in the Wayne Family, he cared for you the most. You were raised by a wonderful, loving woman who knew how to properly raise a child and didn’t skulk about at night, battling with criminals night after night. You had a normal life and knew what life was like outside of being a vigilante, bringing a much needed balance to the manor.
You were a delight to raise, always saying please and thank you, offering to help around the manor, and carrying on pleasant conversations that were the highlight of his day. And if the family would take the time to get to know you, they’d come to the same conclusion he did many years ago.
However, as brilliant as everyone in the family is, they can also be equally foolish. Too wrapped up in their civilian and vigilante lives to see the gift they had been given, but spurred for years. And now, you’re gone.
But not for long. You belong here, with your family, and by God he’ll make sure you know it, your father knows it, and your siblings know it. One way or another, he’ll bring your father to his senses, and when that day comes, he’ll make him go to you and beg for your forgiveness, even if he has to get on his hands and knees. And after that, your father will bring you back home, where you’ll be lavished in the love they should’ve shown you from the beginning.
He’ll do whatever it takes to bring you back home, where you belong. He doesn’t care what he has to do or how long it takes, he’ll make sure you come back to the place where you belong. And when you, you’ll be showered with so much love that you’ll never want to leave ever again.
A/N: I got lucky this week. I was going to have 4 tests this week (2 regular tests and 2 midterms), but a professor I have for two classes got sick and cancelled, pushing the tests for next Monday and Tuesday. With only one midterm left and a study guide basically matching the test, I had plenty of free time to make this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it!
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Meet Me in the Copy Room [CEO!Rhysand]
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SUMMARY: Rhysand is Y/N’s boss but he likes his secretary more than he should. (10.8k)
WARNINGS: teasing, swearing, kissing, smut; dirty talk, fingering, oral (both receiving and face sitting), protected sex, multiple orgasms
A/N: this is a fic from my other account that I no longer use, I changed some bits around for it to fit Rhys' character after an anon had requested it!! Also, this is a Modern AU bc Rhys’ vibe screams CEO hehe
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Y/N has worked in many places before Velaris LTD. She was a waitress for a brief few months when she was in college at a diner near her dorm. She was also a librarian for six months and a part-time barista in the cafe down the street from her parents home. 
She’s done her share in retail and even a year working in the bank, but as of recent, the past seven months, she’s been employed by Velaris LTD, one of the worlds finest trading companies.
She’s no longer assigned a God awful uniform, nor does she have to converse with the general public and adhere to the customers' every need. No. Now, Y/N has her own little office area with a big reception desk with her own phone and separate line across her boss’ office. 
Now, she has her own computer and a little fax machine and she wears heels with pencil skirts and pretty blouses.
Given, she’s a secretary, but an important one at that. She’s not the kind of secretary that runs pointless errands and gets her boss coffee while adhering to their every beck and call. She arranges meetings in the most elite of clubs and restaurants. She files the reports she’s meant to and she handles his schedule and phone calls. 
He may be the CEO, but Y/N is the one behind closed doors that ensures everything runs as smoothly as it does.
And sure, Rhysand is the literal face and name of his damn company and he should ideally hire someone to run the damn business for him, but he’s also narcissistic and refuses whenever it’s brought up to let another man or woman run his business for him. 
Maybe that’s what she likes so much about her job. That he doesn’t trust anyone to be by his side except her.
It’s something she’s struggled to understand for the longest time. She’s three years younger than him, barely just turned twenty-six, yet he chose to hire her over all the other highly-qualified applicants. 
She hasn’t complained about it, would never. Her job is too good. As his personal secretary, her monthly wage is what four months at the diner used to get her. And don’t get her started on the other perks her position offers.
She’s thankful, and she makes that very clear in every opportunity she gets. She didn’t know Rhysand before she got the job, and if she’s completely honest, she’d never ever heard of him. 
She expected him to be some stuck up prick that didn’t respect women and only cared for his company and business. She was proven incredibly wrong at her interview when he made her a cup of tea and asked inclusive questions her previous employers didn’t care to think of.
Within three weeks of having the job, she’d learned more about him than the colleagues that have worked for him since the beginning of his firm. And she doesn’t mean things like how he takes his coffee and his favourite places to go for lunch. She means she knows what laundry detergent he can’t use because it irritates his skin. 
She knows his mother and sister are the most important women to him, that he sometimes misses his mundane life working with his brothers. She knows the meanings behind almost every single tattoo he has and that while the press made him out to be a cheating womaniser when his fiancee left him two years ago, it was actually her that did the cheating and left him heartbroken.
She’s always wondered why Rhysand trusts her so much. She’s never given him a reason not to, and she never would, but it’s always been in the back of her mind. But then, she supposes she doesn’t know why Rhys does a lot of things that regard her. 
Like how, in the mornings, he brings her coffee on his way past her desk. How he always insists he delivers paperwork to her himself and softly apologises for how much she has to file away. 
Or how he’ll send her cheeky emails from his personal about how annoying Gerione is when she tries to flirt with him. And on more than one occasion, she’s noticed him leaning in his chair to get a peek at her through the window of his office; craning his neck up to see her past the high wall of her reception-like desk.
She doesn’t say anything to him, though. She supposes he’s trying to sneakily check in on her to make sure she’s actually doing the work. Y/N knows she’s not the youngest to work for Velaris LTD, but she is the youngest to be fully employed and not as an intern. 
She’s faced ageism within the company since her first day. She’s either babied by the mothers of the company, or criticised and borderline bullied by the ones a few years older and higher up. She hasn’t much let it get to her, though. She figures she’s clearly a valuable asset if the company is still running and Rhysand still wants her by his side.
Today feels no different from any other. She gets to work at 7:45 AM, a sleepy smile on her lips as she greets Amora at the front desk. He smiles through tightly pursed lips and quickly avoids her gaze, greeting another worker with a high-pitched laugh and kissing their cheek. 
Y/N keeps walking, doesn’t let herself dwell and makes for the elevator. She’s alone until she gets up to the twelfth floor and the keycard clipped to her pencil skirt is gently patting against the left side of her lower tummy.
She doesn’t let her eyes take in her appearance as she walks past the floor-to-ceiling mirror that encompasses an entire 15-foot long wall. She knows her ponytail is tight enough and that her shirt is probably a little wonky because her bag that rests on her shoulder is tugging at the collar of it. 
She also doesn’t let herself look to her right because she doesn’t think she has the energy to pretend to ignore the snickers and grimaces from a few of the thirteenth-floor girls this morning.
Instead, Y/N rounds the corner and gets comfortable behind her desk. Her bag is tucked underneath it and her fingers make quick work of logging onto her computer and getting started for the day. Rhysand’s office is directly opposite her, thin windows either side of the tall door and from her seat, she can see his empty desk and a gorgeous view of the city.
It’s exactly 8 AM when Rhysand greets her with her morning coffee. He’s dressed in his usual slick black suit with a charming smile on those pink lips. Y/N would be lying if she said she’s never thought about her boss in more than a professional way. She’s thought about him in many different scenarios where he has her in many different positions.
“Good morning, Rhysand,” she greets him softly, a gentle smile on her plump lips. 
That was another thing that took her a while to get the hang of. Rhys doesn’t like to be referred to by his last name. The first time she greeted him as such, he waved it off and insisted she called him Rhysand or Rhys. 
It’s been months since she even thought of his last time… to the point where every time she sees it on some paperwork, she struggles to pair it with him.
Rhys takes his time every morning to admire her and her outfit of the day. He’s thoroughly pleased about the tight blouse and many open buttons at the top that offer the delicious view of the swell of her perky tits.
He averts his gaze with another charming grin, and can feel his trousers slowly begin to tighten as he places her coffee on her desk. “Morning, darling. How did you sleep?” he asks, always taking a few minutes out of his morning to make sure she feels okay and slept well the night before.
Rhysand’s never really known himself why he purposely goes out of his way to ask her these things. He doesn’t bother to do much with any other of his workers, nor his previous personal secretaries. 
He tells himself it’s because she’s young and new, so he wants to make sure she feels as comfortable and as included as he can. But she’s only three years younger than him and she’s been working for him for over a year.
He needs to stop feeding himself that same bullshit excuse.
Y/N gleams a pretty smile and leans forward with her elbows on the desk, subsequently pressing her tits together deliciously. Rhysand licks his lips, eyeing up her chest before gazing back at her pretty smile again. But it doesn’t go unnoticed and it stirs something that oozes confidence inside her.
She tilts her head a little, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes but Rhys doesn’t notice. Figures she’s too innocent to catch on to his somewhat advances, but little does he know. 
“Slept okay, it’s just really hot in my house lately… I need to speak with my landlord about getting a new AC fitted or I’ll be stuck sleeping naked until further notice,” she tells him through a seemingly innocent sigh, shrugging her shoulders and as hard as Rhysand tries to hide his bulging eyes, she catches them, along with the bulging in his pants.
He raises his brows in amusement and a lopsided grin pulls at the corners of his pink lips. He tilts his head like she did. “Do you only sleep naked when your air con is broken? Thought that’s something people living alone normally did? Freeing and all. I do it,” he shrugs his shoulders. He’s subtly prying, trying to learn if she still lives alone in that cutsey townhouse just twenty minutes away, or if she’s got a man on the scene.
He watches the apples of her cheeks twitch and he wonders if she’s imagining him sleeping naked. She is. He smirks to himself at the thought of what she must be mustering up in that pretty little head of hers. 
It’s nothing new between the two; occasional flirting and topics that definitely should not be discussed between a boss and his secretary. He likes to watch her squirm and splutter and innocently reply in a way that has blood rushing to his cock. 
He’s always observed her closely during these types of interactions, knows how to read her body language. He’s come to learn when she feels uncomfortable, and she’s never shown any signs of discomfort during said topics.
“And it would be freeing if I didn’t have a friend staying with me that often forgets to knock on my bedroom door before storming in,” she chuckles dryly, wondering if her words would rile him up or not. 
She doesn’t know why they would. 
She figures it’s all just harmless banter between the two; a little bit of flirtatious teasing to loosen them up when things get a little stressy. She’s dead certain someone as successful as him would never actually want anything romantic with his fucking assistant.
His brows raise higher than before, can feel his hand ball into tightly clenched fists and he clears his throat, gritting his teeth behind a hard smile. “Oh? You’ve got a friend staying with you?” he asks in a soft tone that doesn’t suggest he’s pissy that her friend gets to see her naked and between her sheets. 
He wonders what else she does naked between the sheets in the dead of night when she can’t sleep. 
She nods, soft hum verberating in her closed mouth as she types something quickly on her computer. “Yeah, he just broke up with his girlfriend so he’s staying at mine until he can get his stuff out and move into the new flat he’s found.” She watches him inhale a shaky breath through his flared nostrils and avert his gaze to the wall behind her.
She’s got a glimmer of a smirk on her lips, eyes light and playful but he doesn’t notice that. Rhysand’s too caught up with the newfound knowledge that it’s a male friend that’s walking in on her naked. 
She wonders if he’s imagining her naked in bed… or maybe entertaining the idea of her fucking her friend one night when he walks in on her. She thinks that might be it but it doesn’t explain why he looks royally pissed… dare she say; jealous?
She tilts her head when he looks back down at her, jaw still set and he clears his throat, seemingly trying to cool himself down. His elbows are bent as his forearms rest on the top of his desk, his back arched just slightly. 
“Not got anyone else he can stay with? What did they break up for?” he pushes further, hopes she’ll turn around and say it’s because he realised he’s gay. She doesn’t.
Instead, Y/N shrugs her shoulders and her elbow leans on the desk, her chin sitting in the palm of her hands as she gazes up at him leaning on the second level of her station. 
“Things weren’t working, he didn’t wanna be tied down just yet. Wanted to have a bit of fun before settling.” She can see the gears in his head turn and tick away as he hums absentmindedly.
She tries not to squint at him, to gauge his reaction and decipher what the meaning behind his distant gaze is. She tries not to look too closely into his blushing cheeks and set jaw. She tries not to let herself fantasise about him being jealous and wanting her to himself. She tries, but it doesn’t work.
Rhysand hums, nodding as if he gets it and maybe he does. She knows all about his one night stands and sleepless nights at the strip clubs he frequents. She also knows about the countless booty calls that tend to frequent his office, only for him to ask her to call security to escort the women out. 
And she absolutely should not find great joy in watching them huff as security links their beefy arms in their dainty ones, but she does.
Y/N thinks she keeps that secret to herself, but more times than not, Rhysand’s seen the hint of a smirk tug at the corner of her lips when he leans on the doorframe of his office. He knows she doesn’t notice him watching her, he likes knowing she thinks he doesn’t see things. He sees it all.
“Well hopefully he’ll be out of your hair soon enough,” he proposes and she has a sneaky suspicion that he’s subtly asking how long he’ll be staying with her. Which is exactly what he’s doing. Y/N hums again and shrugs her shoulders. 
“Actually, I don’t mind him being there, I quite enjoy the company. Gets a bit lonely in the evenings sometimes, to be honest,” she baits.
She watches with a small smirk as Rhys inhales a deep and hollow breath, bowing his head a little so his chin almost rests against his black tie, his jaw knocking against his shirt collar. She doesn’t know where this sudden confidence is coming from. Can she even call it confidence? She isn’t flirting, just baiting him to gauge his reactions.
“Don’t fancy going out with your girlfriends?” He tries to steer away from the topic of other men in her life, but Y/N isn’t finished just yet. 
“Sometimes, on the weekends, sure. But it gets a bit annoying when guys don’t know how to take a hint and keep trying to hit on you all night,” she sighs in fake annoyance and she’s certain she sees red flash through Rhysand’s eyes.
She lets herself think he’s jealous, protective. The thought of her boss thinking of her in a sexual manner and hating the idea of other men being in her home or hitting on her is exciting. It’s a thrilling rush of blood that causes tingles between her thighs and has her pressing them together beneath her desk.
Rhysand’s none the wiser. His fists clench at the image of another man dancing up her but his cock bloats at the thought of her dancing on a night out. No doubt in a short and tight dress. He knows tonight he’ll let himself think he can feel the swell of her ass rubbing against his crotch, let himself think he can taste her lips on his tongue.
He doesn’t say anything else and Y/N thinks he’s thoroughly fucked in his head. “Well, I’ve emailed over your schedule for the morning. Have a good day, Rhys.”
//
Through the rest of the morning, Rhysand struggles to focus on anything that isn’t her. He’s had two conference calls and for both video meetings from his office, he’s been leaned over in his chair with a strained neck, trying to catch sight of what she’s doing at her desk through the thin window in his door. 
He was more than thankful when the calls ended because when she sat on her knees on her chair and leaned over the top of the desk, her tits almost spilled out of her blouse and Rhysand spent the rest of the hour sporting a rock hard boner.
He thinks she’s doing it on purpose when she comes into him after her lunch break. She’s taken her hair out of her ponytail and it falls in loose waves down her shoulders. 
She enters his office with her hands full of paperwork that just so happen to stop beneath the swell of her breasts so they’re able to sit on the pile; all perky and swollen. She’s got a shy smirk on her lips, too. Like she knows she’s taking her end of the teasing a little further and she lets out a little huff of relief after she plops them onto his desk.
Rhys doesn’t try to hide his stare on her chest and she wonders if he catches her staring at the thick bulge in his pants. Neither parties say anything to the other but as their eyes meet, it’s like an unspoken understanding is pieced together. 
A silent acknowledgement that they both know what the other is doing and that they’re more than okay with it. Like all lines between them are completely blurred and any boundaries are ready to be pushed aside.
He watches her hips sway as she leaves his office, closing the door behind her when she leaves. His neck cranes again as he leans to his side in his swivel chair, watching her type something on her computer through the window again. 
Her brows are furrowed softly as she stands and rounds her desk, meeting his gaze through the thin glass and walking past his office completely. He tries to watch her but she disappears from his line of sight and an email pings through his laptop.
Y/N: Meet me in the copy room.
He’s leaping out of his chair before he can even push himself away from his desk. His strides are long and quick as he rips his office door open and slams it closed behind him. He clears his throat and avoids the gaze of his employees, ignores the ogling looks he earns from the women he knows touch themselves to the thought of him late at night.
Rhysand sneaks his way into the copy room, kicking the door closed behind him. She stands in front of him, leaning against the copier with a flirtatiously shy smile. He reaches blindly behind him and twists the lock, his bottom lip taut between his teeth as he ogles her shamelessly. She feels shy under his gaze, knowing he doesn’t care to hide how attracted he is to her.
She doesn’t have time to feel awkward or rake her brain for something to say because he’s rushing toward her and with both large hands caressing her cheeks, his lips are smearing against hers. 
Y/N reaches up and tangles her fingers in his messily styled hair, twisting the curls and tugging softly. His hands leave her face in desperation as they pinch at her hips before rounding her body and squeezing deliciously at her ass.
She tastes like strawberries; her tongue swirling against his. His mind is swimming and all he wants to do is taste her little honey pot, wants to know if she tastes as sweet down there as she does on her tongue. 
She’s no better. His tongue works skilfully against her, licking into her warm mouth and nibbling softly at her bottom lip. She can’t help but suckle filthily on his tongue, wishing to God she was on her knees as he fucks her mouth.
Both of their minds are hazy; like everything they feel is overwhelming and yet not enough all at once. Y/N feels the pulsing between her thighs, can feel her little lace panties soaking up her arousal and Rhysand’s cock is painfully hard in his pants—knows his tip is fucking leaking and no doubt a delicious purple shade.
“God, I‘ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he admits gruffly into her mouth, grabbing handfuls of her ass over her skirt but it’s too tight for him to spread her cheeks like he fucking needs to. 
Y/N whimpers into his mouth and he hikes her up and onto the desk, just beside the copier machine. He rolls her skirt up her thighs until it’s bunched tightly around her waist. Her clothed pussy sits against the cold wood and she shudders, tugging him between her spread legs.
“Why didn’t you?” She breathes heavily into the kiss. 
His hands are gripping at her thighs; the cool metal of his rings sending chills through her body and she’s desperately stripping him from his suit jacket. He groans, hands rushing back up to her face to cup her jaw while he struggles to fight against her to keep his jacket on. 
He kisses her lips and pulls away, mind foggy but he wants to take his time with her, not have a quick fuck in the copy room and never again after that.
“Didn’t know if you wanted it, too,” he breathes, warm breath fanning across her lips and she reaches up blindly to kiss him again. Her eyes are hooded, lips swollen, and Rhysand’s fucked at the sight of her. 
“I do want to, if it wasn’t already obvious,” she groans shyly, a heavy heat sitting on her cheeks and he chuckles, ego inflating as his cock pulses in his pants.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he promises and her eyes light up before she lets him finish his sentence. “But not here, not now. I want to take my time with you,” he rumbles through his chest, cupping her cheeks again and Y/N pouts breathlessly, her once confident demeanour slowly shifting and she feels a little small under his gaze.
“Fuck me now and take your time with me later,” she bargains, not even the slightest bit ashamed of how forward and desperate she’s letting herself seem. 
He’s no better. The second the words slip from her lips, he’s kissing her again; harder than before. It’s desperate; needy and raw. His fingers are tugging her shirt down and her breasts spill over and out of her bra.
Y/N’s head falls back as he tweaks a taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting as he continues his assault down her lean neck. She’s letting breathy whimpers slip past her lips as her head rolls against her shoulder. Y/N scratches at his back, tugging off his suit jacket and he throws it across the boxed room.
Rhys dips his head from her neck, kissing across her clavicle and nipping at her collarbones. He massages hungry open-mouthed kisses across the swell of her tits, circling her pearled nipple with his skilled tongue and she shudders as he envelopes his lips around it, suckling softly and flicking his tongue.
“Rhys,” she breathes in a wanton pant. 
He feels his cock bloat at the sound of his name slipping past her lips in a desperate whimper. Hearing her shudder his name as he latches on her nipple is something he didn’t know he needed to hear.
“Best tits I‘ve ever seen,” he mumbles as he pulls off her with a kiss to her areola, biting at her cleavage. 
Y/N’s fingers are desperately fumbling with his tie, tugging it loose and popping open a few buttons. Rhysand doesn’t give her the time or chance to open more than two before he’s shoving her tiny lace panties to the side and swirling his middle finger through her dripping folds.
Rhys groans at the feel of her; soft and warm, completely fucking drenched. The tip of his finger teases at her hole, swirling around her soaked folds but she wants more, needs it. He seems to sense her desperation because, without a second longer of anticipation, he pushes his finger in and massages at her squishy walls.
He splutters pathetically against her chest, his grip on her hip tightening as he slowly pumps his digit in and out of her dripping heat. 
“Oh shit, you’re so tight,” he groans, completely fucking mesmerised by the way her little pussy is clenching onto him. 
He wonders if his cock will even fit. She shudders breathlessly, thighs willing to clench shut but he doesn’t let them.
His fingers are much longer than hers; hitting deeper than she’s ever able to in the dead of night when she can’t sleep. Her head falls back and Rhysand latches his lips onto her neck, pulling out so his fingertip rests at her hole before he lunges back in with a second digit.
They’re twisting in a ‘come hither’ motion, pads of his fingertips massaging at her squishy spot and she’s quivering and trembling under his touch. Her clit feels like it’s on fire, angry and desperate from the neglect it’s facing so she sneaks a hand between their bodies, holding her weight on one arm as she leans back, and offers herself a pinch of relief.
It’s a filthy fucking sight for Rhys to be privy to; watching her little fingers rub deliciously at her soaked, swollen clit. He’s painfully hard but fuck, he wants to see her cum all over his hand before he releases his bloated cock. 
“Fuck, Rhysand… oh shit,” she’s gasping frantically, legs twitching and toes curling.
He can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since someone last touched her this good. He’s only had his hands on her for a couple of minutes and he can feel how close she is to her tipping point, how badly she needs to explode. He wonders if he’s about to make her cum harder than she ever has before.
She’s getting loud, too vocal for them to get away with the quick rendezvous they’re playing at. It’s when he tests the waters and scissors his fingers before picking up his pace that she falls uncontrollable with the desperate cries and filthy whines. 
He has no other choice than to shove her until her back is pressed against the desk and he’s leaning over her trembling body to press a hand over her mouth.
Y/N’s muffled moans vibrate against his palm and he watches the delicious sight with a deep hunger in his eyes. His teeth are gritted, breaths and grunts seething between them at the sight of her tits bouncing across her chest. 
“Cum, gonna cum!” he hears her muffled voice beg into his hand, a smug grin tugging helplessly at the corners of his lips and he coaxes it out of her.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl? My good girl?” he spurs her on, eyes rolling at the sensation of her tiny pussy spasming around his thick fingers and fuck, he’s sure he’s about to cum in his pants over it.
Y/N thrashes against the table, chasing her high as he finger fucks her through it. The sounds are obscene; muffled pleas and filthy squelching noises that sound from her messy cunt.
He slows his pace and lets her calm from her orgasm, nosing through her chest and he smears his parted lips across her tits, his tongue sitting on his bottom lip as he does so. Rhysand suckles gently on her pearled nipple as he moves his hand from her mouth and she’s tangling her fingers in his hair, deep breaths causing her chest to ripple.
Y/N’s eyes are fluttering, dazed and overwhelmed and they both know her legs are still trembling in the after-shock. She’s still desperate, though – inhibitions out the window and she no longer wants to play coy or hard to get. She wants his cock and she wants it shoved so deep inside of her that she won’t be able to walk for weeks.
“Please,” she murmurs through half-lidded eyes. Rhys’ brows furrow gently as he pulls off her chest, licking his lips and trying to chase her wanton gaze. When he finally does, he notices just how flushed and fucked she is. He’s a little taken back, if he’s honest. He knows the effect he has on women in the bedroom, but none quite like this for a quick fingerbang in the copy room.
Rhysand reaches for her face, cupping her jaw in his palm and she finally meets his eyes. She’s blinking back rose-tinted hues of arousal to try and see him clearer, but even when her vision isn’t stained with lust, he still looks ravishing and it’s painful.
“Please, what, Miss Y/L/N?” he teases.
Rhysand’s got a sick grin on his face at the way her entire body shudders at his tone and choice of words. She’s a whimpering mess again but he’s barely got his hands on her – one on her hip and the other cupping her jaw. 
“Use your words,” he coaxes. Her lashes flutter angelically across her cheekbones and her lips blabber open and closed like a helpless fish out of water.
“Fuck, need you inside of me. Want your cock.” Y/N’s shuddering at her own choice of words. She’s always loved a bit of dirty talk but not once has it ever really come into play with past partners and if she’s honest, she feels way too shy and filthy. But she fucking loves it.
She loves the way he takes a deep breath – the way he growls to himself to try and fix his composure. She thinks he’s about to give into her, pound her raw and have her sobbing for more, baby, please, I need more! But what she gets is the complete opposite.
Rhysand’s lips hover over her ear, nosing at her neck on his way up before he’s nibbling his way across her jaw until his lips ghost hers.
“Not when you’re so fucked out, Princess. Let me come home with you tonight, back to your place. I’ll be your company,” he nips at her bottom lip, nosing at her jaw again and her head flutters back for a moment, eyes rolling. 
“My place? But my – my friend is there…” she trails off breathlessly, struggling to keep her grip on reality when Rhys begins to suck a bruise against her neck.
He pulls away with a sly grin, eyes hooded and dark and her lashes flutter as she drinks him in. He reaches forward and nips at her bottom lip again. “I know.”
//
She’s nervous as she climbs into his car. He insisted he drive them home and back to work tomorrow morning, which means he plans on staying the night and Y/N is not opposed to that in the slightest. 
But her nerves are getting the best of her when he reaches across the console and lets his hand rest on her thigh, squeezing generously and gnawing on his own bottom lip.
Her mind is working so hard on overdrive that she can’t even focus on one thing to worry about. Rhysand on the other hand, has one thing on his mind and one thing only. Her. 
Excitement is rushing through his veins and he’s sure he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Blood is rushing to his thick cock and all he can think about is her sweet pussy and how it’ll taste when he has her sitting on his face; the only seat she’ll ever want and need.
They make it to her townhouse in no time and she’s clambering out of the car before he has the chance to switch the engine off. He knows she’s just as nervous as she is excited but he doesn’t say anything on the matter – at least, not yet. 
He follows her up the steps to the door, arms shaking around her waist and he kisses across the exposed expanse of her neck, flicking his tongue over the fresh bruise that’s darkened as the day dwindled on.
Neither of them seem to care that it’s still partly daylight and wandering eyes are no doubt watching on with sickening glances and judgemental stares. Y/N struggles to unlock the front door, too busy trying not to roll her head back in pleasure and anticipation. She loosens up a little as he licks wet stripes up her neck, nibbling on the tender skin and the second the door is open, he’s pinning her against it as it slams shut behind them.
His mouth is on her neck, suckling and licking his way up to her jaw, nipping at the curved edge before he licks across the shell of her ear. “Gonna have you dripping on my cock and screaming in my mouth, Princess,” he promises. His tone is dirty, dark and raspy and Y/N’s thinks she’s ready to submit to absolutely anything he fucking wants.
She’s pathetic, really – nodding frantically – eager to please. She doesn’t make an effort to hurry them to her bedroom. She’s too caught in the moment Rhysand thinks he wants to have her friend catch her being fucked roughly against her front door, let him know she’s already being treated as good as it fucking gets.
“Please, Rhys. Need it so bad, please,” she blabbers wetly. 
He kisses her quickly; hot and sticky. Their tongues are dancing a frantic rhythm but their lips still manage to mould and fit like puzzle pieces. Rhysand’s hands are hot on her waist, trailing up her body until he cups beneath the swell of her pretty tits.
“Please, what? What do you need, my love?” he coaxes, suckling on her bottom lip and she’s got half a mind to push him to his knees and hike her thighs over his shoulders. But she doesn’t have the will power or the guts and she’d much rather him dominate the absolute shit out of her.
His demeaning tone has her shaking – nimble fingers trying to tug and claw at the expensive blazer of his suit. She doesn’t know if it excites or frustrates him, but it does spur him on to tear her pretty blouse open and rip her bra in two. 
He ignores her shriek of shock and latches his wet mouth to her tit, sucking her hardened nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue across it.
Y/N’s head rolls back and knocks against the front door, wanton whimpers and yelps shrieking from her throat. Rhysand spares no expense – he’s grunting and moaning, coursing vibrations and shrills through her body that has her pulsing core blazing. She feels like she’s on fire and Rhysand feels like a starving man that’s finally about to eat a three course meal.
First, he’ll make her cum with his fingers. Then with his cock. And for dessert, he’ll have her on his face while he laps up everything else she has to offer. But Rhys doesn’t take into consideration that maybe she wants to taste him, too.
“Need your cock in my mouth.”
The filthy admission takes him back and for a split second, he’s stunned. Rhys halts his attack on her chest and leans back to get a proper look at her. Y/N’s eyes are blazing a fiery red, one that screams need and touch. She’s fucked, utterly. Messy hair and smeared lip gloss across the lower half of her face.
His own eyes are hooded as he watches her very slowly slide down the door. Her knees are bending and he knows what’s coming, what she’s trying to do. Rhysand has half a mind to stop her, to remind her who’s in charge and that he just wants to taste her, to make her feel good. 
The other half tells him to tear out her hair band and hold her hair and head in place with his fist, tells him to let her stuff her mouth with his length by the front door and pray and hope her friend just so happens to be home.
Her shaky hands are unbuckling his belt, tugging down his zipper. Her knees hit the entrance carpet and she reaches back behind her to tug her hair completely loose from her elastic. Rhysand watches, chin meeting his chest, as she massages out the kinks before throwing it over her shoulder.
He can’t stop staring at her as she tugs his pants down just enough to palm over the thick and hard bulge in his boxers. He makes no effort to bite back a grunt and the soft whine that follows. Rhys’ eyes are on her but she’s got her gaze focussed on his clothed cock.
Y/N leans forward, nosing at his thick length. Her mouth is parted; bottom lip dragging a wet strip across the expensive, cotton material as she makes her way up for the little strip of thin hairs that dust down to his sweet spot. When she gets to the top of the elastic, her tongue slips from her mouth and a bold, wet stripe is licked fatly up to his bellybutton.
She feels him shudder, hands on the fronts of his thighs and they creep up to the waistband of his boxers. Rhysand’s got one hand tangled in her hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp and the other is leaning against her front door, supporting his crushing weight up.
“Are you gonna take all of me, baby?” he coaxes. 
Spit begins to well in her mouth as she tugs his boxers down and she’s finally face to face with her boss’ thick, long cock. He’s massive, that much she’s certain of and the way his tip glistens an angry pink proves he’s just as eager as she is. She wonders if he’s been as hard since the copy room earlier today.
Rhysand’s tugging at her hair, trying to get her to focus on the situation at hand rather than ogling at his cock. He usually wouldn’t mind, but right now he’s far too desperate to be lodged down her warm throat to think about anything else. His cock twitches as it slaps at his lower abdomen, leaving damp trails of precum in his tip’s wake.
It’s standing tall when Y/N leans forward on her knees. She’s got her palms bracing her weight on his thick thighs and her tongue sits on her bottom lip, licking a bold and wide strip up the entire eight inches of his thick length. Rhysand’s grunting when her tongue swirls around his head before she’s suckling the soft flesh into her mouth.
Her cheeks are softly hollowed and gentle hums of approval sound around him at the salty taste that sits heady on her tongue. Her lips are stretched around his puffy head, the actual width of him nearly choking her but fuck, if she doesn’t love it with every ounce of her dirty little soul.
She’s got those innocent doe eyes staring up at him while she suckles on his length. Relaxing her throat to take him a little deeper, Y/N pumps in a firm fist what she can’t fit; twisting her wrist. 
Rhys can’t keep his fucking eyes off her – puffy lips swollen and stretched and if he sees another dribble of saliva drip from her lips and down the valley of her tits, he’s gonna cum straight down her throat.
“Fuck, such a good mouth. So fucking good, Princess,” he goads. 
He’s gnawing hard on his bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his pretty little secretary on her knees with her mouth stuffed with his cock. Rhysand can’t help his ego from inflating when she lets him guide his hips until he hits the back of her throat, choking her lightly and she splutters around his length.
It’s filthy – the noises her mouth and his cock are making – but Rhysand’s living for it. Pools and dribbles of saliva and precum are spilling and bubbling from the corners of her mouth and the swells of her tits are soaked from it alone. She’s comfy on her knees now and takes her free hand from his thigh to tug his pants and boxers down further.
She’s picked up her pace, sucking harder and fisting the few inches she can’t take. Y/N’s hand snakes further down and reaches around a little until she’s cupping and massaging his aching balls, coaxing the release she knows he’s about to give her. His taste is getting saltier on her tongue and his hips are staggering with each gentle thrust he offers into her throat.
Rhys’ grip on her hair is hard and tight, knuckles bumping at her skull as he tries to drill her head closer to him, to force more of him down her throat. As much as she tries to relax herself, she can’t take him all and she wants nothing more than to bury her nose in the short hairs that lead from his bellybutton to his shaft.
“Such a good girl for me. Sucking me so fucking well, gonna cum,” he warns and praises the young woman and she comes off him with a frantic gasp. 
Her eyes are watering and his cock is soaked, but that doesn’t stop her from spitting the rest of his arousal on his length and pumping him as quickly as she can.
She’s got that confidence about her again as she focuses on his tip, fisting both hands around his throbbing cock as she smears her swollen lips across his sensitive head. She smacks it against her tongue, offering hollow sucks to guide him over the edge.
Rhys’ got his forehead resting against the door and he’s grunting and groaning, biting back animalistic moans. He can’t wrap his head around it, the most sloppy and incredible blowjob he’s ever had. 
“Wanna taste it. Cum, Rhysand,” she whines greedily, one hand leaving his cock to tear her blouse open just enough for her tits to spill out of it. “Cum all over my tits, baby.”
His orgasm washes over him with a heady grunt and hot spurts of white ribbons that smother her tits perfectly. She’s standing on her knees, using the tip of his aching cock as a paintbrush to smear his cum across her lustful chest. He’s smashing his head against the door, trying to blink away the orgasmic-bliss he’s been thrown in and take a grip of reality again.
When he finally looks down at her, stepping back a little from the door, he’s panting and twitching and she’s licking her lips clean. Y/N’s got that innocent sparkle sitting in her eyes again. Rhysand has to shake his head and let out an exasperated laugh. He’s smoothing down her tangled and matted hair and guiding her back to her feet.
“So fucking sexy,” he groans when he takes note of her cum-smothered tits. 
His lips are smearing against hers greedily, and there’s something so exciting and erotic about tasting himself on her sweet tongue. Her hands are soaked and sticky but she still tangles them in his hair to kiss him harder.
She’s too fucking horny to feel shy or embarrassed about what she’s just done against her front door. “Gonna fuck me now? Thought you promised me you’d fuck me with your cock?” she whispers tauntingly against his lips and he grins, still completely fucked out.
Even though he’s painfully hard again, he doesn’t have it in him to sheath himself in her tight little cunt just yet. He’s got stamina, but his poor cock can’t recover from a blinding orgasm like that too quickly. He nods, hands on her ass and he’s groping like a starved man. 
“And I will, Princess. But you got a taste of me, it’s only fair I get a taste of you, don’t you think?” he teases.
She’s putty in his hands, though – nodding breathlessly as her nose bumps his. She can feel his hard cock against her middle and he gives her pert ass a spank, enticing a high whine from her raw lips. 
“Suppose you better show me to your room then, my love… unless you want your friend to come and watch?” he offers, like he wouldn’t be opposed in the slightest.
If Rhysand’s honest, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d gladly let her friend watch him absolutely ruin her tight cunt.
“Put your cock in your pants,” she breathes, the firm order doing nothing but coaxing dribbles of precum from his dick. He shoves himself back in his boxers but makes no attempt to button up his trousers while she covers her chest again.
Y/N’s got her hand in his as she leads him up the steps of her townhouse, hips swaying more than usual and Rhysand knows, but he’s too horny to tease her for it. All he can think about is having that ass sat on his face and he’s salivating at the thought of her taste.
He doesn’t take in the decor on the walls or the frilly rug on the floor of the hall. He doesn’t even take in the style of her bedroom when she shoves him inside and kicks the door closed. Rhysand, instead, is too busy tearing her blouse open and ignoring the buttons skidding across her oak floors.
She’s no better, eager to get him naked and claw at his tattooed chest. They’re both naked in seconds, hands all over the other in a desperate attempt to get off. She’s guiding him to her bed, tits in his face and he paws at her breasts as she straddles his lap. She expects him to pin her down, to devour her little cunt but he doesn’t.
He kisses her lips and grips her thighs – laying on his back with his head on her pillow and tugging her up his body and she starts to get the hint when she stops on his chest. Rhysand’s frowning, kneading at her thighs and jutting his chin in the air a little.
���Told you I wanted a taste, now come and sit on your throne, Princess.” She’s giddy with excitement and arousal, head cloudy and she lets him guide her up the rest of his body. 
Her entire pussy is slick and swollen when her knees rest either side of his head. He loops his arms around her legs and rests his hands on her ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks.
“Fucking look at you, baby. So wet and so soft,” he coos, craning his head up to suck bruises on her thighs. Y/N’s got her fingers tangled in his messy dark locks and when he spreads her ass apart, she falls a little and her soaked cunt sits on his face.
Rhysand’s mouth wastes no time, sucking and licking and nibbling at her hole and clit. He’s swirling wet strokes through her folds, deep and long. Her sweet scent is heavy on his tongue and he’s got his eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss. Y/N is a mess above him – head thrown back and fingers tugging at his unruly locks.
“Oh my God,” she whines, breathing erratically but Rhysand’s having the time of his life. 
She shudders as he brings a hand down on her ass, her meaty flesh jiggling before he’s grabbing it again and pulling her apart and further up his face. He’s got a knot in his brow, tongue circling at her weeping hole and he can’t get enough of her taste.
“So good, so fucking good. Don’t stop,” she begs, desperate and eager. 
Rhys lets his tongue trail up the length of her pussy until the flatness of his tongue is rubbing at her swollen clit, enticing moan after filthy moan to slip from her silky tongue. He wraps his mouth around her little nub, sucking and nibbling and she’s seeing stars.
Y/N can’t seem to catch her breath and she’s rolling her hips on his face like she fucking owns him. Rhysand comes off her clit with a little pop, open-mouthed kisses smeared over her dripping cunt and he sucks a swollen lip into his mouth, biting teasingly and she gasps into the dim room.
Her nipples have puckered in the cool air and one hand leaves his head to tweak and pinch at one of the neglected nubs. She’s trembling on his face, thighs clenching around his head as he kneads and spanks at her ass. Rhysand’s grunting deliciously into her cunt, sending vibrations through the woman’s core and egging her on.
He knows she’s close, knew he wouldn’t have to be between her thighs for too long after she came so quickly from his fingers earlier in the copy room, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t gladly spend hours devouring her. She’s sweet – sweeter than he hoped and expected – and it’s better than any feeling he’s ever had before. Sweet like watermelon with a tangy hint.
It’s fucking intoxicating and when she cums, it only tastes better. “I’m cuming, oh shit, oh God…” Y/N can’t think straight. 
Her vision is blinding by streaking light that blocks her sight and the wanton and borderline pornographic moans are music to Rhysand’s ears. She’s shaking, body jolting and when Rhys opens his eyes to watch her unravel on his tongue, all he sees is her head rolling back and the underswell of her tits bouncing before her back coils and she hunches into herself.
He’s lapping her of every single last drop she has, desperate to have her taste lingering on his tongue for as long as he possibly can. His cock is overly bloated and sticky as precum sticks to his lower abdomen but maybe his ego is even more bloated, knowing he didn’t even have to use his fingers to get her quivering and begging above him.
“Fuck,” she gasps in a slow drawl. 
Her voice is deep and raspy, like she’s seething as she tries to catch her breath and stop the shakes from taking over in her post-orgasmic state. Rhysand’s kitten licking her softly, moving his head to bite playfully at the thickness of her inner thighs and he traces over a soft, faded stretch mark with his tongue.
“Sweetest fucking pussy I‘ve ever tasted,” he groans in approval. 
Rhys maneuvers them both so she’s pressed against the mattress, and even in her fucked-out, overly-blissed state, she’s still whining and eager for his cock again. She’s insatiable and Rhysand can’t help the amused chuckle that slips from his lips.
“So fucking desperate, Princess,” he taunts.
He takes a moment to admire her, take her all in. Her pussy is swollen, soaked still and he can almost see her clit pulsing as her hole clenches. Her chest is rattling in deep breaths and her eyes are lidded heavily as she creeps her foot up his thigh, reaching for his hard cock.
He hums appreciatively, spreading her bent knees open and crawling between her legs again. He’s got a hand resting by her head to support his weight – the other gripping her chin in his hold and he forces her mouth open as he lets saliva well in his mouth.
She gets the hint, knows what he’s about to do and she’s desperate to get a taste of herself from him. Y/N’s tongue falls out flat on her bottom lip, eyes a little wider and she holds his firm gaze when he spits on her tongue and forces her mouth closed again. 
The sweetness of her arousal is heavy in her mouth and she swallows what he offered before her lips part again and her tongue is licking up at his stubbly chin, reaching for his lips.
Rhysand’s eyes are blazing, dick twitching against her thigh and he kisses her hard, teeth clashing and tongues dancing an uncoordinated rhythm, but it works. Y/N suckles on his tongue as he groans, pinching at her nipple before he reaches down to palm his cock some.
“Need to get a condom,” he breathes into her mouth but she’s shaking her head. He leaves his cock and reaches for her cunt, attending to her fiery clit that’s far too sensitive but she welcomes the touch, nonetheless. 
“Wanna feel you,” she admits, no shame in the embarrassingly desperate statement and Rhysand thinks he’s about to fucking explode on her cunt before he even gets a proper feel of it.
He wants to, needs to feel her slick and velvety walls hug and suck him in, wants to be consumed by her heat and arousal but even in his lust-filled state, his brain is still turned on. He shakes his head painfully. 
“Next time,” he offers, doesn’t miss the way Y/N’s eyes light up at the insinuation but she nods with a desperate, laboured breath.
She reaches to her side for her nightstand, retrieving a foil packet from the top drawer and she rips it open with her teeth before Rhysand can take it from her. His eyes are wide when she tugs it from the packaging and reaches down for his cock. She pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it over his thick head, sliding it slick down his shaft and he’s grunting in pleasure over the act.
“Fuck. You’re so sexy,” he mutters gruffly against her lips and she whimpers, eyes rolling back at the sheer tone of his voice. Her legs are spread wide as he reaches for his cock and rubs himself up and down her folds a few times.
Y/N’s giddy with excitement, pussy clenching in anticipation and he slowly rolls his hips forward, his fat tip nudging through the tight entrance ring of her pussy and she shudders a gentle shriek at the obvious intrusion.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasps out. 
Her chest is already heaving when he begins to sheath himself in, spreading her wide and drilling in deep. Y/N’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head and her toes have curled inwardly and just how much he’s filling her up.
Rhysand’s no better – teeth gritted and eyes clenched shut. His grip on her hips have his knuckles turning white but neither of them seem to mind the bruises that’ll be apparent in the morning. She’s tight around him, warm and slick and even with the condom, he can feel every pulse her pussy offers.
Rhys rolls his hips slowly, getting her used to his thick girth and generous length. Y/N’s clawing at his shoulders with each soft whine until his pace begins to pick up and the bed starts to rock. Her tits are bouncing on her chest, nipples hard and desperate for a good sucking.
He manoeuvres his body to lean his head down, biting on her hard nub and sucking. “Shit, you’re so fucking big, oh my God,” she praises through a strangled moan. He’s snapping his hips, grunting and smirking against her slobbery tits. 
His tongue is flicking over her nipple in quick strokes as his teeth bite softly but she’s keening at the blissful shoots of pain.
“Tight pussy, baby. Tightest fucking pussy I‘ve ever had.” He pops off her breast and smears his lips against hers. 
She can still taste him on her tongue and the feel of his lips on hers is overwhelming. His thick cock is brushing against all the good spots and she can’t wrap her head around how sex could ever feel this good.
“Faster, please, faster. Just like that,” she begs out through another broken moan. He’s seething through gritted teeth as he wills back his animalistic grunts, drills his hips in quicker thrusts and the wet squelches of his cock and her pussy is music to both of their ears.
“Hear that? Hear how fucking wet you are?” he teases, leaning back and shuffling until he’s on his knees between her quaking thighs. “Fuck, you fit me so fucking good, Princess.” He’s gnawing down on his bottom lip, likely drawing blood but he can’t bring himself to care.
Y/N’s got her head thrown back in her pillows, eyes rolled to the back of her head as her lashes flutter like angel wings. “This cunt was fucking made for me,” he growls through gritted teeth as he releases his lower lip. She’s nodding helplessly at his words, crying out in pure ecstasy at the filth he’s talking and she fucking loves it.
“All yours, Rhys. Pussy’s all yours,” she agrees quickly. 
Her voice is broken, high pitched and whiney. Rhysand thinks it’s borderline pornographic and it only makes his cock throb in her cunt. “Fuck,” he seethes, watching the way her full breasts bounce on her chest.
He lets his gaze avert to where they meet – where his thick cock is drilling into her cunt and fucking her into the mattress. He’s completely slick with every thrust that has his dick pulling out of her. His balls are slapping against her ass, slick with her wetness that leaks from her tight hole and even both their thighs are growing sticky from her arousal and their sweat.
Between them, they’re eager messes, desperate for a hot release and it’s haunting the both of them. Rhysand can feel her cunt clench tenderly around him and Y/N can feel his cock twitching between her soft walls. 
“Fuck, can feel you squeezing me baby, making you feel good, Princess?” He knows he’s making her feel fucking heavenly but the narcassist in him needs to hear that bit of praise.
She’s nodding frantically, eager to give him what he wants to hear. “Yes, fuck, yes! So good, Rhys. I love your cock, makes me feel so fucking full.” She’s moaning through every word, sentence broken by wanton cries and pornographic whines. She’s fucking filthy, dribble running down the corners of her lips as she speaks.
Rhysand’s fucked, can feel his release toppling close to the edge but he needs to feel her cum around him first. “Yeah? You like me buried in your tight little cunt, my love? Like feeling me in your fucking tummy?” He sets a firm palm across her stomach, adding just enough pressure to feel himself nudge at her lower abdomen and his head is spinning.
“More, please. I’m gonna fucking cum, Rhys. Make me cum on your cock, make me cum, please.” She’s begging through desperate tears and Rhysand’s ego is through the fucking roof. His eyes are rolling back at the sound of her broken pleads and he leans closer.
He’s got one hand holding his weight by her head, the other locking around her throat. He watches for a moment, still pounding into her, to see if she tells him to stop, tells him she doesn’t like that. But she reaches up and tightens his hold on her throat and her other hand snakes between them to rub feverishly at her swollen clit.
“Harder,” she demands, voice steady and dark and there’s a primal instinct that washes over Rhysand that tells him to fucking obliterate her. He’s choking her as his cock tears into her, weeping in the condom and Y/N’s sobbing beneath him.
Her thighs begin to tremble, eyes rolled right back and she feels like she’s floating. “I’m cuming! Rhys, I’m gonna cum!” Her body convulses under his touch and waves of bliss roll over her. She’s cumming around his cock, shaking and sobbing and whining like a dirty little girl and Rhysand’s living for it.
He fucks her through her state of bliss, grip still tight on her throat until he feels her calm down and he’s ready to explode. Even in her blissed out state, Y/N knows what she wants. She suckles on his thumb as he grips her jaw and takes her spare hand to push him back just enough to pull his cock out of her cunt.
With hooded eyes and swollen lips, she peels off the condom and tosses it to the side. Rhysand’s eyes are blown wide, brows knitted and even in her hazy state she can see how desperate his cock is for a relief.
He’s hissing when she wraps a hand around his wet length and lazily starts pumping his shaft. “If you can’t come in my pussy, I want your cum all over it.” His head falls back at the admission, cock twitching in her hand and it only takes a few futile pumps before she’s smearing his tip across her swollen clit and he’s cumming.
Hot ribbons of clear-ish cum paint her cunt, spilling across her folds and clit in desperate spurts. “Fuck, oh shit. So good, such a good fucking girl,” he’s praising in broken moans and wanton whines.
Y/N’s pussy clenches around nothing as she watches his thick cock slowly soften to one of a slightly smaller size. They’re both fucked out as Rhysand catches his breath and falls to her side, panting and heaving with a sweaty and heavy chest.
She can barely keep her eyes open, thighs still trembling from her post-orgasmic state and Rhysand’s trying to come to terms with what just happened. He’s too infatuated to scold himself for fucking a damn employee. For fucking his secretary.
He can hear her heavy breathing from beside her and he peeks a look, watching her eyes flutter as she stares up at her ceiling. He holds his breath in hopes of hearing any movement on the other side of the bedroom door but all he can hear is his heart hammering through his body.
He takes a heaving breath and looks back up at the ceiling. “You think your friend might’ve heard us?” He speaks up, breaking the silence. He hears her breath stagger and silence before she lets out an uneven sigh and he can feel her chest shaking.
Rhysand turns to her with pinched brows and she’s grinning with eyes squinted shut. “What? What are you laughing at?” She’s giggling again and Rhys sits up to get a better look at her. She’s thoroughly fucked out.
“I don’t have a friend staying with me,” she admits shyly through a broken laugh and it takes Rhysand a hot second to grasp onto what she’s just said. When he does, his eyes widen and jaw falls slack, smirk tugging on the corners of his parted lips.
Y/N turns to him, running a hand through his matted hair and she gnaws on her bottom lip, staring into his fucked out eyes. “Just wanted to try and get you in my bed,” she confesses.
They’re both grinning; Y/N letting out a squealed shriek as Rhysand pounces on top of her and pins her hands above her head, nosing and biting at her jaw and neck. His eyes are gleaming nothing but mischief as his nose knocks hers and he notices the fire in her eyes.
He nips at her lips. “You lied to me? To get me in your bed like I‘m some sort of cheap hooker?” He’s teasing her now and the banter has her stomach flipping. Y/N shrugs, feigning nonchalance, eyes blazing and she licks into his mouth. 
“Worked though, didn’t it?”
Rhysand pulls away from her lips just enough to see the look on her face. She’s shy under his gaze, innocent eyes staring up at him but there’s still that flash of filth and cheekiness that’s loitering behind them and when she gnaws on her bottom lip, Rhysand can’t help but feel completely fucked.
“You little minx.”
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「 ✦ Isekaied Reversed Pt. 4 ✦ 」
↳ Its been a few days since the Yaksha, Xiao, came home. During his stay, you've been busy trying to teach him modern etiquette, technology and as well, fashion. Surprisingly he learns quite quickly although, at points his stubbornness can be an obstacle.
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<; Day 1 >
The day after your fantasies became a reality, you decided it was time to teach him about the modern era. For the first day, you decided that it was important to inform him how bland this world actually was. For instance, visions, monsters and rulers. At first the usually all-knowing adeptus was quite confused and lost.
How could their be no Archons? Why didn't people own visions even though there was a God? If there weren't any monsters, why did they need excessive police?
So as a helpful world-guide, you informed him of all the answers to his questions and doubts.
"So in summary..you're world is overruled by a God instead of Celestia. Instead of seven nations, you have 195 nations..which then have uh..countries—Cities? And their ruled by different leaders who aren't Gods..?"
You nodded, scratching your neck tiredly, "Yep, but thats not even half of it all. Theres more politic factors that play into this world and it's system.." You sighed, already knowing that explaining all of it would be a pain. "—and not to mention, some of their systems suck a-" You cut your mumbling off, clearing your throat.
"Anyways, we can get into the deeper stuff later, today is just about the basics—like currency and some basic laws."
Xiao shook his head as he crossed his arms. "Tell me how all of this would help in returning me back?"
You eternally groaned as you had briefly forgotten about that problem. "Well, finding a way to send you back isn't an overnight project—it will probably take time. In the meanwhile, you need to know how this world works in order to er-fit in? And trust me, you'd want to cause right now, you stick out like a polar bear in the summer."
The adeptus gave you a questioning look but shook his head once more, deciding it would be best to keep his mouth shut.
< Day 2 >
When the second day arrived, you began to teach him about modern technology. You showed many examples such as cars, Tv's, microwaves, temperature remotes as well as showing how to use different devices. Seeing him struggle turned to be much more amusing than you originally thought to be.
"A computer...? So you're saying someone can just do...anything on it?" Xiao quizzed, inspecting the bright screen of the device. You nodded proudly, "basically, it's like the terminal akasha." You compared, thinking of the best possible way that would make sense.
"Anyways, yes, you can do anything on it that's virtual. Unless you use the device itself as a weapon then well uh.."
Xiao nodded, "I see."
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You quite regretted showing Xiao the physics of a computer as you could hear it playing videos and random sounds all night. You would've scolded him if it weren't for the fact you remembered that adeptus' didn't need sleep much like humans.
Eternally groaning, you rolled over and stuff your face into the comfort of your pillow.
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The next morning, you had a small mental crises on how horrendous you looked—puffy eyes, dark eye bags, frizzy hair..
Dear God..
< Day 4 >
Yay! You skipped a day! If you're wondering why then heres the summary;
For the whole of the third day you couldn't get the yaksha to divert from the computer or TV. When you eventually managed to persuade him away from it, he'd ignore your whole existence with a pout. So thus, you took the day off from teachings and let him do his thing.
However on day 4, when Xiao finally regained his sense of duty and why he was even here, you started teaching up about fashion which ultimately led to...Mall trip!
'Hah...my bank account's decreasing every day...'
"Alright err...Xiao?" Was it informal to address him by his name? Ehhh you'll figure that out later.
"Alright, we're at the mall. In summary, a mall is a big plaza with many stalls but more modern."
"Oh! And don't worry about spendings, it's on me." You smiled as the guardian nodded.
You sighed as your head looked to the ground. "-but you'll need to repay me with a fixed door." You muttered grudgingly.
Xiao merely nodded once more before starting to walk around the area, ignoring the minor judgemental and simpful stares that stray his way.
It wasn't long until a group of teenage girls with an array of cropped and baggy clothing came rushing towards the two of you—well, more towards Xiao.
You couldn't help but feel anxious—one could even say jealous, as you watched the adeptus get swarmed by the needy high school fangirls who were gawking over him.
"Can we get a picture with you? Your cosplay is slaying so hard-" One of them asked, smiling like as if she won the lottery.
Xiao furrowed his brows in discomfort. "No, sorry. I'm busy as at the moment." He retorted sternly, not wanting to be center of attention. "Oh my God! You even sound and act like him!" The same girl replied, ignoring his clear discomfort.
Not wanting to socialize but seeing that he'd have barely any way out of it as, concerningly, people are much more narcissistic and persistant these days.
Thus you went over towards the group, interrupting their one sided conversation as you cleared your throat. "I see the shop over there, we probably should get going." You pointed towards the modern silver font sign with the metal letters of, 'H&M'. The adeptus, seeming to get the que, nodded as he walked towards you, not sparing the girls one glance.
As you walked one of them just had to say something.
"Jeez, she didn't have to be so bitchy, kinda a pick me honestly..." one of the girls muttered to her friends who you faintly heard chuckle.
You just rolled your eyes, not wanting to continue the conflict. "Such cowards, can't even say it to my face." You huffed following beside Xiao.
The adeptus glanced at your irritated state though only shook his head. "You mortals are weird. Why should you care about their opinions, especially if it's one coming from a little shit?" He questioned, his gaze staying in front of him.
You paused, looking at him wide eyed.
The adeptus, noticing your absent presence beside him turned a slight and saw your shocked expression. "What?"
"You just sweared?" You stared dumbfounded.
Xiao looked confusingly before understanding, shaking his head. "well in Teyvat, we have will to swear and say profanities but many refrain from doing so, and i'm guessing the 'gum-play' and code? From this world may also be a benefiting factor."
You made a 'ah' sound before shrugging. "probably."
The two of you entered the store as your journey for clothing has finally begun.
'i'm officially going broke...'
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After a few painful yet inquisite long hours in the mall, the both of you were heading back to your car, ready to leave.
Unfortunately, your hands were struggling halfway out of the mall as the bags' weight was started to wear down your strength.
Your hands felt quite sore and you swore you saw a finger turn a dark hue of magenta..
"Give one to me."
You looked over to your side as Xiao held out his hand.
You rolled your eyes, "nuh uh, you already have a bag. Plus, I offered to get this stuff so in courtesy. i'm carrying it." You informed, a grin etching your face but soon was replace with struggle.
While shopping, you may have gotten a bit side-tracked and bought more than what you needed—overall, ending up with the both of you having to carry 3 bags in total.
Xiao huffed, "it's not a offer, you look like you're struggling and it will only make you slow." He informed, his brows furrowing.
'thanks for the confidence.' You mentally rolled your eyes once more before reluctantly handing over one of the bags.
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Finally arriving home, you settled your new buys down and offered to clean the yaksha's clothes. More or less because you didn't want him stinking up the apartment/house and dragging dirt throughout it.
He hesitantly agreed before trying to change into the new clothes. Keyword, trying.
Somehow he managed to tangle himself with the shirt and you having to help him, but of coarse, you averted your eyes away from the scene and gave him verbal instructions.
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Setting down the plates, you then unfroze the left over foods in the microwave.
Once the food was hot and steamy, you set it down on the table as the adeptus stared at it, puzzled. "What is this?"
"It's called pizza." You informed him, taking a slice for yourself.
"Pi-tza?" He questioned, staring at the slice of cheese and tomato covered crust.
"mhm-" Your head shot up, "wait, can you even eat flour—tomatos or cheese? You questioned. In game the only food he could have, lore wise, was almond tofu.
(HELP- I haven't played genshin in so long, I forgot exactly if he couldn't eat other things or if he just was doing it by his own preference...Oh well for plot purpose)
The adeptus nodded a yes, before hesitantly picking the slice up—taking a bite.
It was nothing like he ever tasted—almost on par with almond tofu. Actually, it's been so long since he had something other than the same dish which was most likely why the food's taste was enhanced. Either way, he loved it, the sauce gave off a perfect acidity while the cheese creamed it down. The crust was cooked just right and the toppings just brought the whole thing together.
You felt quite happy as his eyes lit up, practically munching the whole thing down.
"Jeez, slow down, theres more slices, plus you can choke" You chuckled.
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As the day came to an end, you couldn't help but realized how happy you felt. It's been a while since you had company over so the change was nice.
Looking over towards Xiao who was peacefully sitting outside, a small smile graced upon your lips. How you wished this feeling could last forever...
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A/N: Jeez, I need to post more often :(..Sorry for not posting, i've been busy lately with being sick and then having missing assignments and then having a busy weekend after. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! It was quite long :')
Please, if you have any, leave any feedback as it could really help me improve. And, especially if the stories going to fast or the relationship between the two is too quick, please let me know so I can try amking alterations.
With that being said, thank you so much for reading and have a good day/night! ^^
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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago
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Underground Empire: Henry Farrell and Abraham Newman's must-read account of "How America Weaponized the World Economy."
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At the end of Henry Farrell and Abraham Newman's new book Underground Empire, they cite the work of John Lewis Gaddis, "preeminent historian of the Cold War," who dubbed that perilous period "The Long Peace":
https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250840554/undergroundempire
Despite several harrowing near-misses, neither of the two hair-trigger, nuclear-tipped arsenals were ever loosed. When the Cold War ended, the world breathed a sigh of relief and set about refashioning itself, braiding together economic and social interdependencies that were supposed to make future war unthinkable. Nations that depend on one another couldn't afford to go to war, because they couldn't hurt the other without hurting themselves.
The standard account of the Cold War's "Long Peace" is that the game theorists who invented Mutually Assured Destruction set up a game where "the only way to win was not to play" (to quote the Matthew Broderick documentary War Games). The interdependency strategy of the post-Cold War, neoliberal, "flat" world was built on the same fundamentals: make war more costly than peace, victory worse than the status quo, and war would be over – if we wanted it.
But Gaddis has a different idea. Any effect Mutually Assured Destruction had on keeping fingers from pushing the buttons was downstream of a much more important factor: independence. For the most part, the US and the USSR had nonintersecting spheres of influence. Each of these spheres was self-sufficient. That meant that they didn't compete with one another for the use of the same resource or territory, and neither could put the other in check by seizing some asset they both relied on. The exceptions to this – proxy wars in Latin America and Southeast Asia – were the disastrous exceptions that proved the rule.
But the past forty years rejected this theory. From Thomas Friedman's "World Is Flat" to Fukyama's "End of History," the modern road to peace is paved with networks whose nodes can be found in every country. These networks – shipping routes, money-clearing systems, supply chains, the internet itself – weave together nearly every nation on Earth into a single web of interdependencies that make war impossible.
War, you may have noticed, has become very, very possible. Even countries with their own McDonald's franchises are willing to take up arms against one another.
That's where Farrell and Newman's book comes in. The two political scientists tell the story of how these global networks were built through accidents of history, mostly by American corporations and/or the American state. The web was built by accident, but the spider at its center was always the USA.
At various junctures since the Cold War, American presidents, spies and military leaders have noticed this web and tugged at it. A tariff here, a sanction there, then an embargo. The NSA turns the internet into a surveillance grid and a weapon of war. The SWIFT system is turned into a way to project American political goals around the world – first by blocking transactions for things the US government disfavors, then to cut off access for people who do business with people who do things that the US wants stopped.
Networks tend to centralization, to hubs. These central points are efficient, but (as we learned during the covid lockdown) brittle. One factory fails and an entire category of goods can no longer be made – anywhere. When it comes to global resiliency, these bottlenecks are are a bug; but when it comes to US foreign policy, these chokepoints are a feature.
Farrell and Newman skillfully weave a tale of individuals, powers, circumstances and forces, showing how the rise and rise of world-is-flat rah-rah globalism created a series of irresistable opportunities for "weaponized interdependence." Some players of the game wield these weapons like a scalpel; others (like Trump) use them like a club.
This is a chronicle of the dawning realization – among US power-players and their foreign adversaries, particularly in China – that the US lured its trading partners into entrusting it with financial clearing, IP enforcement, fiber landings, and other chokepoints, on the grounds that American wouldn't risk the wealth these systems generated by turning them into engines of coercion.
But then, of course, that's exactly what America did, from the War on Terror to economic sanctions on Iran, from seizing Argentinian reserves to freezing Russia's cash. Sometimes, the US did this for reasons that I sympathize with, other times, for reasons I am aghast at. But they did it, and did it, and did it.
America's adversaries (and frenemies, like the EU) have tried to build alternative "underground empires" to offset the risk of having their interdependencies weaponized (or to escape from an ongoing situation). But therein lies a conundrum: world-is-flat-ism has ended the age of indepedence. Countries really do need each other – for energy, materials, and finished goods. Independence is a long way off.
To create new interdependency networks, it's not enough for countries to agree that they don't trust America as neutral maintainer of their strategic chokepoints. They also have to agree to trust one of their own to operate those chokepoints. Lots of countries have come to mistrust US dollar-clearing and the SWIFT system – but few are willing to allow, say, China to run an alternative system that carries out settlements in Renminbi. The EU might be able to suck in some "friendly" countries for a Euro-clearing system, but would China trust them? How about Iran?
Farrell and Newman make a good case that US's position at the center of the web is a historical accident, and possibly a one-off, contingent on the ascendant post-Cold War ideology that said that markets and the interdependencies they create would neutralize the threat of handing a rival nation that much power.
Which leaves us in a world of interdependency in conflict. If Gaddis is right and the Long Peace was the result of independence, then this bodes very ill. The only thing worse than a world where no one can depend on anyone is a world where we must depend on entities that are hostile to us, and vice-versa. That way lies a widening gyre of conflict that felt eerily palpable as world events unfolded while I read this excellent, incisive book.
Political science, done right, has the power to reframe your whole understanding of events around you. Farrell and Newman set out a compelling thesis, defend it well, and tell a fascinating tale. And when they finish, they leave you with a way to make sense of things that seem senseless and terrible. This may not make those things less terrible, but at least they're comprehensible.
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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/10/weaponized-interdependence/#the-other-swifties
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rishikul-123 · 17 days ago
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terriblesoup · 1 year ago
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Political theory in the digital age and the rhetoric of political speeches: a blog about politics n stuff.
Okay let's start with explaining some of the words in the title:
Political theory: is the study of politics, its concepts and even historical figures that took part in its advancement or the historical record of political thoughts overall.
the digital age: meaning this day and age, where all information is available to everyone all the time and accessible through computer technology or any other modern device that we use.
the advent of digital technology has significantly transformed political communication, it reshaped the way political information is spread, especially when elections are about to start, social media platforms transformed into this fast news dissemination hub that's even faster than what it usually is. the news, regardless of being true or just a misinformation strategy to gain audience to the politicians' campaigns are and will stay at the top of the charts until the end of the battle between the amount of adversaries.
And not only did this technological progress impact the desperate tries of the politicians and their contest to ridicule themselves while making sure to announce every thought they have, problematic or not; but it has also affected the relationship between governments and their constituents. Yes, it has become a transparent one where the voices of the people are easier to hear as well as their complains, but what has also become transparent is the clear lack of will of these governments to help these people and how much they're actually working to make the positive change in their lives, which is very little. The poor management of the e-governments moderation showed the poor management of projects made in real life as well as their capacity to handle crisis and emergencies and should it continue as such, it will only lead to more deterioration in aspects of life as well as the luxury of thought to afford a roof to live under.
E-governance might sound like a fancy term, but it could evolve into an even fancier monster with blockchain technology. While it promises transparency and security, it also encourages the rise of a high-tech surveillance state, where every move is watched and recorded, and every opinion is and will be punished regardless of the intention.
Let's talk about the debates on technological determinism and how it messes with our political theories. Some people believe that technology is like a bossy puppeteer pulling all the strings in politics. It's not a happy thought because it makes it seem like we have no say in what happens and technology just takes over. and this is like giving up on trying to make things better. We might think, "Why bother discussing politics or trying to change things if technology is running the show?" It's a bit like saying we're stuck on a ride we can't control.
This view makes everything seem too simple. Politics is already complicated, but if we blame everything on technology, we miss out on important discussions about power, how we're governed, and how society works because we're too busy blaming technology for everything. This way of thinking also lets people off the hook. Instead of holding political leaders accountable for their dumb and thoughtless decisions, we can just blame it on technology. It's an easy way out, and it stops us from asking the tough questions or thinking about the consequences of political choices.
Which leads us to topic of the rhetoric of political speeches, and how leaders use language to navigate this complex landscape and whether they're using technology as a scapegoat or addressing the real issues.
Rhetoric: means the art of effective or persuasive speaking or writing.
Political speeches often feature carefully crafted phrases, loaded with symbolism and connotations. Leaders may use positive language to inspire confidence or negative language to evoke fear or concern, which is very easy to achieve despite what many believe saying they can't be fooled by politicians.
The easiest strategy to use is emotional appeals where they use personal stories or shared values or any emotional resonance which evokes empathy and mobilizes support, influencing how individuals relate to the issues presented in the speech because there's nothing a human love more than making a story about them or remotely relatable to their personal share of emotional events.
The framing of issues through specific terminology can sway public perception, framing a topic in a way that aligns with the speaker's agenda and the use of repetition to certain convincing words can and will flip the coin to any desired side the speech figure chooses. And they do it so well because the confidence of a speaker can have a significant impact on what the people wants to hear, and even when rejecting the speaker's idea they will continue to listen to the entire speech simply because convincing you that you're listening with your own free will is the very essence of their intoxicating power on you.
Being charismatic and making simple faint jokes to loosen the seriousness of the topic will either make you comfortable with the speaker's public image, or in rage with the audacity and thus continuing to watch and listen regardless because you want to know more so you can know how to answer at the end or you want to give them the benefit of the doubt because their jokes weren't that bad ( and that's why most people feel intrigued by sociopaths and serial killers, they are charming).
Which is why using social media as the news platform for the political view is the best way to control the crowd, making users exposed to numerous opinions about the same topic all the time makes them vulnerable and confused and easy to sway with each new opinion freshly baked. And the simplicity demanded by platforms often lead to oversimplified and reductionist representations of complex political issues where everyone easily has a say in it.
Political debates devolve into divisive online battles and in this digital echo chamber, the ease in which political opinions are manipulated and distorted becomes increasingly concerning and the control of scandals is becoming easily moderated.
With all the created bubbles and trends and topics offered through direct engagement and the interactive nature of social media or any type of technological way of news spread, it is fast to have new distractions every minute of using our devices and though it is what most people hope for to run from the reality of their lives even for a couple of hours, it has become the very essence of power for most corrupted political parties to use in order to have control over everyone and sadly we have offered it to them on a plate of gold. Easily showing our personal lives to the public and leaving a very dark digital footprint that can be used against us by the same parties that offer transparency and security won't lead to any good no matter how much we evolve technologically.
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I think the idea stops here, I shouldn't ramble more because I know I will drive to more topics and this post will never end lol, I am not a native English speaker so please bear my language faults.
Please share your thoughts about this subject, I would love to hear from you guys.
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elsa16744 · 7 months ago
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The Rise of ESG – What is the Importance of ESG Data Analytics? 
ESG data analytics has increased transparency in investor relations and financial disclosures. An independent data provider can enable investment managers to optimize their portfolios to prioritize investing in the top ESG-compliant companies. Meanwhile, businesses leverage ESG benchmarks in performance monitoring. This post will discuss the importance of ESG data analytics. 
What is ESG? 
ESG encompasses data gathering and sustainability accounting inspection across a company’s environmental, social, and governance activities. Several ESG integration services also allow for peer analytics to highlight how two organizations differ in their sustainability rating. 
An international organization employs a professional data provider to learn about ESG frameworks and standards. Simultaneously, investors determine which stocks to buy after conducting due diligence on a company’s ESG score. 
The statistical models used in calculating ESG scores are unique to each industry. After all, different industries exhibit specific environmental, social, and governance risks. Consider how a mining business affects the natural systems. The fashion industry’s impact on the environment will not be identical to the effects of the mining industry. 
What is ESG Data Analytics? 
ESG data analytics apply modern computing and statistical modeling techniques to estimate corporate compliance concerning environmental, social, and governance performance metrics. Businesses and investment managers work with an ESG data provider to ensure their assessments stay consistent with the sustainability accounting guidelines. 
You can study how different industries contribute to the total carbon emissions associated with human activity. Likewise, the social components include diversity and inclusion in the workplace environment at a company. So, collecting relevant data is essential to quantify how effectively a corporation mitigates environmental risks and improves employee relations. 
Sustainability and ESG analytics also deliver flexible reports regularly. Since advanced algorithms possess self-learning capabilities, automating report creation has become popular. 
Besides, many ESG integration services constantly monitor the changes in international frameworks. They can alert you and the involved employees when a new compliance metric affects the risk dynamics associated with your business model. 
The Importance of ESG Data Analytics 
Why do companies and investment funds consider ESG data analytics important? ESG data market can be a five billion-dollar industry by the end of 2025. Moreover, governments also want to use them to revise policies and standardize their sustainability enhancement regulations. 
We have listed the different reasons that highlight the importance of modern ESG data analytics and integration services. 
Reason #1| Demand for Transparency and Real-World Evidence 
The company can claim anything, like attributing itself with artificially inflated ESG scores. An unfairly competing business can create data about a renewable energy project that never took off. Therefore, investors must thoroughly inspect the impact of project deliverables before buying the stocks and supporting the company. 
Similarly, business managers want complete transparency in performance reporting. Governments and non-governmental organizations are curious about new ways of increasing industry participation in the fight against climate change. 
So, real-world evidence focuses on fulfilling the requirements of all the stakeholders demanding data transparency. An ESG data provider will conduct complex surveys and inspect the authenticity of collected data using artificial intelligence (AI) and machine learning (ML). They justify the growing up importance of ESG analytics and sustainability compliance data. 
Reason #2|Socio-Economic Cost of Climate Change 
An irregular shift in seasons affects the agriculture industry. However, many communities still rely on this industry as their primary income source and food. The same is valid for individuals whose livelihood depends on aquatic life and forest resources. 
Climate change also increases the risks of falling ill and malnourishment among children. Remember, many nations exhibit dangerously low levels of per capita annual income. When the agriculture industry suffers, these countries witness a significant rise in poverty and crime rate. 
All these events have statistical correlations suggesting that failing to restrict human interferences that accelerated climate change will detrimentally impact many countries for a long time. Therefore, all stakeholders must implement ESG integration services to curb greenhouse gas (GHG) emissions and the release of industrial pollutants in natural ecosystems. 
Reason #3| Greenwashing Risks 
Greenwashing means the unethical modification of sustainability performance data to present a company as an eco-friendly and socially responsible organization. It involves deliberately assigning unrealistic ESG scores to make a business seem more sustainable than what the on-ground reality would indicate. 
Controversy analysts working with the ESG data provider maintain intelligence on corporations who have practiced greenwashing. Some enterprises also extend their greenwashing efforts to the marketing materials used to target customers. 
Both the investors and the consumers want to avoid interacting with a brand known for greenwashing. After all, when you support an objectively unsustainable corporation due to the manipulated ESG data, you miss the opportunity to help genuine and sustainable companies. So, firms that offer ESG integration services protect your investments against greenwashing risks. 
Reason #4| Ease of Compliance Auditing 
Businesses or investment funds can leverage ESG data analytics to conduct multiple compliance audits. Periodic assessments like compliance improvements often reveal which business aspects require more effort to increase ESG scores. 
Compliance audits use unique inspection criteria that will vary from industry to industry. If a common framework is absent, the auditor has to increase the reliance on intuition and empirical evidence. However, such a method is more susceptible to human errors. It further causes conflicts if the auditor’s evaluations fail to meet the requirements of the latest guidelines. 
Every reputable ESG data provider practices extreme care in data gathering, inside extraction, reporting, and performance benchmarking. So, verifying the compliance data legitimacy becomes precise. Moreover, modern firms will help businesses and investors archive critical intelligence. Retrieving it will also become more manageable if they use a cloud platform to process performance data. 
Reason #5| Promoting Inclusivity at Workplaces 
Discrimination continues to create tensions even in the world’s most developed regions. Unsolicited remarks and degrading treatment have also damaged the professional lives of many hardworking individuals. How can investors help the world eradicate discriminatory practices? 
The social pillar of ESG studies the harassment prevention policies that a company follows. Additionally, ESG integration services investigate how an enterprise implements balanced affirmative action plans to empower women, specially-abled, or historically marginalized individuals. 
Diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) goals are essential to improving your ESG scores. Fund managers also want to select corporate stocks that recognize the significance of combating discrimination in office environments and educational systems. Celebrating the differences between communities is essential, and an ESG data provider can help you embrace it. 
Reason #6| Saying No to Corruption and Tax Errors 
The governance pillar of ESG requires accounting transparency and enforceable anti-corruption rules. Therefore, businesses must cooperate with the authorities to ensure accounting precision. Appropriate checks and balances must inform the corporate leadership on how to prevent the misuse of company resources. 
Why is ESG’s governance compliance important for sustainable development? An organization can thrive in its target industry if its business fundamentals remain robust and outcome-oriented. So, accounting inconsistencies, non-compliance with tax laws, and bribing government officials are unacceptable to investors, employees, and consumers. 
ESG integration services ensure that the screened company performs well on the governance compliance metrics. They offer the fund managers the reports after using high-quality data validation technologies. The sustainability compliance data also assist businesses during mergers and acquisitions (M&A) deals. 
Reason #7| Risk Analysis for Business Mergers 
What are the events that affect corporate ESG scores and sustainability benchmarks? An organization’s ESG ratings change due to numerous factors like controversy exposure, business model innovation, and M&A deals. 
When a company acquires another firm, it carries on the risks and liabilities associated with the target firm. Your ESG score can experience a slight increment if you strategize your business mergers by prioritizing eco-friendly technology. 
Likewise, an M&A deal might cause ESG compliance performance to decrease if the acquired firm heavily relies on non-renewable energy resources. 
A professional ESG data provider may provide business leaders with intelligence on a company’s sustainability metrics before they proceed with mergers and acquisitions. It is an industry application that proves the importance of ESG data analytics. 
Reason #8| Meaningful Relationship with Stakeholders 
A brand is not about the logo, color scheme, or animation framerate. Branding means building meaningful and lasting relationships with your employees, customers, investors, and suppliers. Then, what is the role of ESG integration services in investor relations and customer loyalty? 
Customers have benefitted from affordable connectivity and mobile technology, educating themselves on ESG and sustainability frameworks. For example, the fashion industry receives a lot of scrutiny for using plastic polymers. Consumer associations and investors have also voiced concerns about the “use and throw” culture. 
Compliance with ESG standards allows businesses to address customer and investor concerns using data-backed performance analytics. When a company listens to its stakeholders, it increases the public trust in the brand. 
Conclusion 
Modern investment firms have concentrated their portfolio development efforts to reflect the rising importance of ESG analytics and sustainability compliance benchmarks. Therefore, every business wants relevant performance insights to increase its ESG score. 
The reasons for this trend include the greenwashing risks, the demand for transparency, and the impact of M&A on sustainability metrics. Simultaneously, preventing corruption and discrimination has been the priority of all stakeholders. 
SG Analytics, a leading ESG data provider, supports enterprises and investment managers in their sustainable development goals via holistic benchmarking. Contact us for scalable research assistance leveraging 25000+ sources and domain expertise in 16+ languages. 
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edith-moonshadow · 2 years ago
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The Camera Never Lies Part Two
For the amazing @jellyfishloveletterghosts 💜💜💜
Part One Of The Camera Never Lies
Warnings: Modern AU, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Stalking, Steve Harrington Needs A Hug, Touch-Starved Steve, Dubious Consent, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Marking, Sex Tape, Smoking, Begging, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Feminization, Barebacking, Exhibitionism, Come Eating, Rimming, POV Steve 
Steve stared at his computer screen until his eyes burned. He tried to resist the urge to look out the window to see if Billy was still there. He wished he had something to do at work all day so he could focus on that instead. He wasn't that lucky. His dad hired him and put him in a lowly position but the job wasn't exactly taxing. Most days he was done by twelve and spent the rest of the day looking busy at his computer. He sighed. Billy had to be gone. He slid his computer chair over to the window and peered out from the corner. In the parking lot across the street, he could see the Camaro. Billy didn't even have the decency to be stealthy. 
He moved back over to his computer just as the door to his office opened. It was James with that day's mail. He smiled at him and then set down a larger-than-usual pile. Steve motioned towards it.
"This is all for me?"
"Yeah Mabel said Mr Harrington, other Mr Harrington has asked for the Jameson account to be audited so most of this is forms related to that then you have two from the outside."
Steve nodded and James left him on his own once more. It was almost as though his dad had heard his silent pleading for something to occupy his time but did it have to be something so boring? At least he'd be busy with this for at least a week. It would be a lot of box ticking and filing work but the monotony would keep his mind off his current problem. 
He wished he could time travel back to when he was in school because knowing what he knew now he would work harder. Being popular, going to parties and all that other high school drama had seemed so important at the time. In truth shortly after you were out the door it ceased to matter completely. Steve's grandfather had been a driving force in his dad's life and had him working at various family businesses from the time he was thirteen. He graduated high school and walked into a manager position before swiftly working his way up. When his grandfather died his dad easily slotted into the top position but he didn't focus on Steve the same way his dad had. Steve had always been grateful for this. He'd always thought of the company as a fate worse than death. Yet he did so poorly at school that he didn't have much choice. His dad was so embarrassed by how badly he did that Steve was placed on the lowest rung of the ladder and promptly forgotten about.
His job wasn't the kind you could exactly brag about. He barely earned enough to get by. His mom supplemented his income so he could afford an apartment that was bigger than a closet. All the girls he'd known from school had either gone to college or were busy in their careers. He didn't have much to impress anyone with. A woman called Diane from work wanted to set him up with her daughter but he felt that could get awkward if everything went south so he decided online dating was better. Unfortunately, Hawkins was so small and he'd known everyone forever so he expanded his search and found someone from the next town over. 
Her name was Jenny and she seemed to be everything he was looking for. She was happy to come to Hawkins so he went out and bought himself some new clothes, got a haircut and made sure his apartment was neat and clean. They were meeting for a few drinks and seeing where the night took them. He'd intended on keeping it a secret but James had spotted her on his phone and he was a terrible gossip with the women who worked in the mailroom. So that Friday when leaving work he got a lot of excited questions and encouragement.
He'd nervously sat at the bar they were supposed to meet at for over an hour. At first, he nursed his drink. He only took small sips and tried not to watch the clock but soon it was impossible. After half an hour his drinking increased until he was a few in. By the time the hour had gone by he was feeling tipsy. He had stood surprised when the ground came up to meet him and stumbled from the bar. The air outside only made him feel more uncoordinated. He had checked his phone for the thousandth time but there was still nothing from her. He decided a walk would clear his head and he could send her a message. 
Hawkins was a small town so barely even a block over he saw her pressed up against the wall by Ryan Smith. The humiliation made his face heat and his head spin and he ran quickly in the opposite direction for fear he would be spotted. He had suddenly felt so tired all he wanted was to crawl into bed and forget this ever happened. He had spotted a car idling and in his mind, he'd thought it was a taxi.
It had taken him a little bit of time to realise he'd been wrong when the driver was taking the scenic route home. Discovering he'd gotten into Billy's car by mistake made his face heat. They hadn't seen each other much since school ended. Billy had excelled in all the areas in that Steve had failed. He had finished school near the top of his class, a sports hero and with a full scholarship to some college in California. Steve wasn't sure why he was being an Uber driver but he seemed popular. He'd overheard many people talking about being in the Camaro. For a lot of them, it was their first time in such a fast car and Billy was a charming conversationalist. Steve had never gotten that impression but he knew how much things changed when high school was over. 
Alcohol had loosened his tongue. He'd planned to be non-committal about his failed date but Billy was persistent and soon he'd admitted the whole thing. He'd expected to be laughed at but Billy just pulled in off the backroads and stopped the car. He'd given Steve an offer one he never thought he'd accept but he was feeling very pathetic. It had seemed like a long time since anyone had touched him. In high school, he'd never had any problems but he feared that no one would ever want him again. So he accepted.
He got a lot more than he bargained for. He shivered pleasantly at his desk as the night flooded his mind. The gravelly growl to Billy's voice as he talked about the things he could do. The feeling of his fingers as he stroked him from the inside. His teeth sank into his flesh and made him feel lightheaded with pleasure. How incredible it felt to be so full and begging for more. He flushed as he thought about the things he'd said. That he'd agreed to but how they made his stomach ache. He'd awoken the next day warm and safe in bed with a pounding headache and a mouth that felt like he'd been eating wallpaper paste. He had dragged himself from his bed, his body aching and showered. When his fingers had brushed against the marks on his skin he found himself hard and wanting. He'd closed his eyes under the spray of the water and let the night before flow through his mind. He'd come so hard it hurt as his aching body protested but he'd had a nap afterwards and awoken later feeling better.
He couldn't stop thinking about it all weekend. Most of the marks were hidden under his clothes except for a large bite mark on his throat. It was purple and tender and nothing he owned would be able to hide it. He tried his best to keep it hidden behind his hand but it was quickly discovered. When they'd assumed that Jenny had done it and they looked at him with so much pride, it was like being back at high school for a moment. It was easy to let his old charming self come back for just a little while and see people's admiration. He was vague about his plans and no one pushed too hard. He sighed in relief but then he started noticing the Camaro.
Steve had thought it was just a heat-of-the-moment situation. Billy had wanted something that night and he'd gotten it so why was he still here? He felt like he was in an old horror movie with a creeping monster who would never stop until it had consumed him. He tried his best to ignore him hoping he would grow bored. Trying his best to ignore how his own heart quickened and his stomach squirmed when he saw the Camaro. Knowing Billy was inside watching. Waiting.  
To stop his racing thoughts he picked up the envelope on top of the pile. It was lightweight but he could feel something small moving inside. He ripped it open expecting a letter but a small flash drive fell into his hand. He looked at it in confusion. He knew that his dad preferred to do things old school. He always sent things through email or even better for him physical copies. It was why they had such a large filing room and two people employed to keep everything in its right place. He pushed it into the computer. It was empty except for one file. A video file named Face. He stared at it for a long time before he clicked on it. 
The image of his face filled the screen. His eyes closed. Mouth gasping around a name he could hear in his mind. His skin flushed pink. He felt his heart quicken as his face grew warm. He felt his cock twitch and ruthlessly slammed down on his keyboard to stop the short clip. He pulled the drive from the computer filled with the desire to stomp on it until it was nothing but tiny pieces of plastic. The bright lights that night hadn't been for Billy they had been so he could film him. He stormed back over to the window. The Camaro was still in the same place. He wanted to go down and confront him about this. Why had he done it? Why had he shown him? He walked out of his office and out onto the roof on the other side of the building. He fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and with a shaking hand lit one. The smoke filling his lungs calmed him slightly. 
His mind kept returning to that night. He didn't want to admit that it had felt so good. That Billy of all people knew what he needed. Seeing the pleasure on his face was still a shock. It was a tangible thing that he couldn't deny. He took another long drag of his cigarette. He didn't know what Billy was playing at but Steve wasn't going to play into it. He finished his cigarette and returned to his office. He pocketed the flash drive. He purposely ignored Billy when he left work.
It was two days later when another drive arrived at work. Steve didn't get much mail from outside the company. His job didn't require it so James had taken notice. Steve had flushed when he brought the mail mentioning that he had more outside mail. He acted as though it wasn't a big deal but the second he was gone he had the envelope ripped open and the drive in his hand. He got up and peered outside his office but the coast was clear. He inserted the drive. One audio file named Good. He clicked play.
"I…I want to be your g-good girl…"
A molten heat settled low in his stomach at hearing the desperation in his voice. Knowing that he'd said those words with a pathetic whine because he needed Billy at that moment. That he did want to be good for him. He flushed as he realised that the video had audio and all the embarrassing things he'd said to Billy were also on tape. He remembered that night and how he'd been afraid that someone might have seen them. Now he knew that Billy was recording the whole thing and he was ashamed at how turned on he felt. He pulled out the new drive and pocketed it then headed out for a smoke to settle his nerves.
That Friday he felt on edge. The mail was due at any moment and he had a feeling that Billy was going to send him another drive. He had been mysteriously absent yesterday. Steve had even triple-checked for him on his way home but no sign of the Camaro. He hadn't been able to focus all day, his mind a mixture of memories and anticipation. James suddenly walked into his office. He smiled at him.
"Any plans for the weekend?"
"Not sure yet."
"Are you not meeting up with Jenny again?"
Steve shrugged. James laughed.
"With the way she mauled you on your first date, I'd have thought she'd be blowing up your phone."
Billy's teeth sinking into his throat appeared in his mind and his stomach twisted. He laughed nervously.
"Think she's busy with some work thing."
"Oh well, when she gets back."
He winked at Steve and placed his mail on his desk before he walked back out. He took a shuddering breath and picked it up. The top three were forms for the Jameson account. The fourth was a familiar style of envelope with a tear on the side. His heart stopped as he ripped it open only to find it empty. He stood abruptly and ran after James who was only two offices down with his mail cart.
"James…"
"You ok? You look a little flushed."
"Yeah I'm fine, look I'm missing a flash drive…"
"A flash drive?"
"Yeah, it should have been with the mail. It's very important."
"I haven't seen one sorry. Just ask them to send you another can't be hard."
"Can I check your cart?"
James stared at him and Steve felt sweat running down his back. He slowly nodded.
"You can look while I bring Rosemary her mail."
Steve smiled and waited until he walked to the office door before he practically dived into the cart. He quickly searched through the mail trying not to disrupt everything too much when under a stack of letters he saw a familiar-looking flash drive. He grabbed it and held it close to his chest trying to calm his racing heart.
"You found it?"
"Yeah, thanks, James."
He walked quickly to his office and closed the door. He wished he could lock it but unfortunately, there had never been any reason before so no locks were installed. He sat for over five minutes just watching the door terrified that James or someone else would interpret his behaviour as strange and come see him. It felt like an eternity. He pushed the drive into the computer. A video file called Deep. He shivered in anticipation and clicked on it.
It was a slightly longer clip than the one sent previously. Billy's thick fingers held him open until he pushed his cock into Steve's body. It was the first time that no one but him and Billy would know who was in the clip, at least without sound. Steve's head swam as all the sensations from that night returned to him tenfold. His mind became hazy with lust as his cock hardened in his trousers. He hit his lip hard trying desperately to make the feeling go away but it only grew stronger as the seconds ticked by. 
He stumbled over to his door and peered out. It was just after their first break on a Friday early afternoon no one was going to come to him for anything. He quickly closed the door and leaned against it. He took a deep breath and tried one more time to calm himself. He glanced at his computer where he'd forgotten to stop the short clip from playing on repeat. He watched as his body opened up for Billy. He could hear his whimpers along with Billy's sweet praise. He wanted it again.
He quickly undid his trousers and pulled out his aching cock. He stroked himself quickly while playing the night on repeat in his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about someone coming to his office about some mundane matter. James checking up with him about the flash drive. Billy's wicked smirk if he could see him right now. How smug he'd be knowing he'd reduced him to this. He came all over his hand.
He snuck out of work before the day was through and walked across to the parking lot across the street. Billy was in his usual spot, his attention on his phone. Steve opened the back door and slid inside. Billy looked up his eyes going from annoyance to delight in a blink. 
"Go somewhere we can talk. "
"Anything for you Princess."
Steve glared at him but Billy just laughed and drove off. He drove like a demon towards the backroads of Hawkins and Steve flushed when he realised where they were. Billy had driven to the same spot he'd taken him previously out by the old abandoned factories. It had seemed so much more secluded in the darkness. Now it looked exposed as anyone could happen by. Billy turned off the engine and turned towards him.
"Enjoy your gifts?"
"It's illegal to film someone without their consent."
"I have them for liability insurance if they got knocked a little eschew and picked up a private moment that was purely coincidental."
"You're such an asshole."
"C'mon Pretty Boy I know you watched them. You think anyone will believe you weren't wholeheartedly into what happened?"
Steve squirmed in his seat as he thought about how badly he'd been affected earlier that day. How much he wanted a repeat of what had happened.
"What about you?"
"I can always show you how much I enjoyed it."
Billy smirked at him and Steve felt his face heat further. He licked his lips.
"What about the cameras?"
A little shock flickered across Billy's face but he quickly schooled his features before he used the controls on his phone to angle the cameras so they were all focused on Steve. He looked into the lens of the one right in front of his face. He thought back to the images he'd seen. That desperate note to his voice. 
"Are you going to put your money where your mouth is Hargrove or am I wasting my time?"
Billy was in the backseat and pinning him down before he could fully freak out over what he was doing. Billy wasted no time getting them both naked before he started to lick and bite his way down Steve's body. He couldn’t help but stiffen slightly as he knew the cameras were there this time. Billy’s teeth on his hip distracted him from his thoughts.
“Just focus on me, Sweetheart.”
“The cameras are a little distracting…”
“Don’t worry Baby I’ll help you out…”
A hot wet mouth closing around his cock made him forget about the cameras. He let his eyes slide closed and got lost in the sensations. Billy let his throat massage the head of his cock causing him to writhe against him. He whimpered when he felt a slippery finger pressed up against him. Billy pulled back to kiss his way down his thigh as he pressed it inside.
“That’s it so good…you feel so good…”
Billy gave him a little time to get used to the stretch before he pressed in a second finger. Steve spread his legs a little wider begging for more thinking back to the last time and that wonderful full feeling. Billy sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin of his thigh as he stroked over his prostate. His body fluttered around him.
“That feel good Princess?”
“Uhhhhhh….”
“Be a good girl and use your words.”
That molten feeling returned to his stomach and spread out through his limbs. His desperate voice echoed in his mind as Billy mercilessly pressed up against his prostate until he felt pre-come dribble on his stomach as his body squeezed Billy’s fingers tight. Billy tutted at him before he started to pull his fingers back.
“No please…”
He looked down seeing Billy’s intense eyes and raised eyebrow as he smirked up at him. He felt his face heat as he licked his lips nervously.
“It feels so good…please don’t stop…”
“That wasn’t so hard. Was it Sweetheart?”
Before Steve could answer Billy pressed in deep making his words devolve into a whimper. Billy continued to stoke him from the inside until Steve felt like he was going to explode. It felt so good but he needed more.
“Please…please…”
He felt Billy smile against his thigh and he knew it was a smug self-satisfied smile. He wanted Billy to feel as desperate as he did. It wasn’t fair that Steve seemed to be the only one being affected by this especially as it was all being captured on tape. Billy slowly pulled his fingers free and moved back. Steve sat up slightly so that he could watch as he poured a generous amount of lube onto his hard cock. He was mesmerised for a moment as it seemed to twitch in his hand while Billy watched him intently. He moved back in but before he could get too close Steve placed a hand on his chest stopping him. He leaned forward a little more so he could look him in the eye.
"I want to feel you nice and deep."
Billy's eyes burned with a renewed hunger. He pulled away and after a moment Billy moved so Steve could roll over onto his stomach. He was just moving into position when he felt strong fingers wrap around his hips and pull his ass up in the air. He felt Billy's hot breath on the bottom of his back followed by his soft lips as he kissed his way down his body. Steve leaned his weight onto his forearms. Anticipation swirled in his stomach as he felt Billy spreading his legs open and then his hot skin against him. He moaned when he felt his hard cock pressed against him before Billy started to push it inside. He pushed in slowly letting Steve feel every inch until the head brushed his prostate. His body fluttered around it as Steve shivered. 
"Deep enough for you Princess?"
Steve wanted to give him a snappy comeback but his mind was turning to mush completely taken over by the pleasure he could feel. He whimpered embarrassingly and Billy chuckled before starting a steady rhythm. He leaned forward changing his angle ever so slightly and Steve forgot how to breathe. Billy's cock was spreading him open and hitting his prostate just right on every thrust. He felt hot all over. His mind clouded with pleasure. Billy the only thing on his lips. 
He felt lips on the back of his neck followed by sharp teeth that made him whine low in his throat as his stomach twisted. He could feel himself growing close to coming so he looked directly into the camera that he knew was angled towards his face. He let the pleasure show on his face as he said Billy over and over. Billy's fingers squeezed his hips as he started to slow his thrusts. Steve bit his lip and stared deeply into the lens imagining it was Billy's eyes. Wondering how he would react when he watched this back. If he would send him this particular clip. If it would pass through several people at work whose curiosity could get the better of them and they could watch Steve, their boss's son and possible future boss fall apart under Billy Hargrove.
"So good for me…"
Billy’s voice had turned desperate as he kissed his way across Steve’s throat until he reached the spot where he’d previously left a bite mark. Steve shivered as he sunk his teeth deep thinking about the bruise that he’d have no explanation for. Billy pressed in deep and held his cock there making his breath catch until his body squeezed so tight that he couldn't take it anymore and came all over the seat beneath him. Billy groaned into his skin and came deep inside him. Billy’s sharp kisses softened to lingering ones. He kissed his way back down his body as he slowly pulled out. Steve felt him pulling his hips back up and spreading him open once more. He thought back to the final clip he’d received and wondered what he looked like on camera. He shivered and felt Billy’s come running down his thigh. Billy chuckled lowly as his fingers spread him further.
“Looks like I wrecked you, Princess…”
Steve cried out when he felt Billy’s tongue lapping at him before it pressed inside. It was perfect and too much and he needed more. He writhed against Billy who was merciless as he wriggled his tongue inside. He felt his cock weakly twitch against his stomach.
“Billy…oh god…”
His eyes slid closed as he let himself get lost in the sensations. He couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about the cameras. About Billy watching this back later. Him sending Steve clips like he did last time until Steve ended up in the same position. He shuddered and came weakly against his stomach feeling Billy’s satisfied groan before he sunk his teeth into the back of his thigh. Steve shivered. How long would he last until he gave in?
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kirnakumar155 · 9 months ago
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Hello everyone!
Every year I see a lot of people get upset about Ēostre. I understand that. It’s frustrating when people claim something is ancient or well-documented when it is neither! It’s important to note, however, that Neo-Paganism itself is a far cry from the traditions of ancient Pagans. There is a balancing act at work here. While everyone is entitled to their own spiritual path, we must also be careful of spreading misinformation.
Ēostre’s only attestations are two authors; the highly disputed monk Bede and the famous folklorist Jacob Grimm. Neither provided concrete evidence for her, and Grimm’s only real contribution was calling Bede’s claims plausible. According to Bede, the Anglo-Saxons named the month of April Ēosturmonath, in recognition of a nearly forgotten Goddess called Ēostre.
For context, the Anglo-Saxons were members of Germanic tribes that settled in England between the 5th century and the Norman Conquest. While the word "Germanic" is just an umbrella term for the numerous cultures of Germanic-speaking peoples spread all over Northern, Central, and Western Europe.
In Anglo-Saxon Paganism, Ēostre is often associated with the light of dawn, new beginnings, growth, and youthfulness. In Neo-Paganism, her symbols are spring flowers, birds, eggs, and rabbits or hares (white ones especially). It’s important to note that neither Bede nor Grimm ever associated the Goddess Ēostre with eggs, rabbits/hares, or flowers! These modern-day attributions were born from our own attitudes toward the Spring season. As I’ve said in previous posts, I take no issue with UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis) as long as we’re clear about what’s what!
Before we really dig in, I need to emphasize that we don’t know much of anything for certain about Pagans. These peoples had oral traditions, whether you’re talking about Celtic or Germanic traditions. They passed down their beliefs, history, mythology, and religion through orated poems, stories, and songs. Our written accounts are from conquering nations, political enemies, and Christian monks who lived long after these traditions were said to have died out. Bede, as I mentioned, is the sole source for Ēostre, and his work is met with criticism for many reasons. Nevertheless, Ēostre has still become synonymous with the Spring Equinox in Neo-Paganism.
THE LUNISOLAR CALENDAR
TACITUS’ GERMANIA
According to Tacitus, Germanic Pagans didn’t follow a Solar calendar like the impression the Wheel of the Year might give. In his book, Germania, he explains, ”They assemble, unless upon some sudden emergency, on stated days, either at the new or full moon, which they account the most auspicious season for beginning any enterprise. Nor do they, in their computation of time, reckon, like us, by the number of days, but of nights. In this way they arrange their business; in this way they fix their appointments; so that, with them, the night seems to lead the day.”
NORDBERG’S CALENDAR
Many Reconstructionists and Neo-Pagans are adopting a calendar outlined in a paper by Stockholm University Professor Andreas Nordberg. He writes, “The pre-Christian Yule feast occurs at the first full moon after the first new moon following the winter solstice…” Meaning that solar events are celebrated one lunar cycle after their occurrence. But it’s important to point out that even Nordberg’s calendar is hardly uniform. He continues to say, "...while the Disting took place at the third full moon according to the same method of calculation.”
If you were to apply Nordberg’s first technique to Ôstara, it would look like this:
March 20th 2023 ~ Spring Equinox
March 21st 2023~ New Moon
April 6th 2023~ Full Moon/Ôstara
A Germanic Lunisolar calendar would explain why Bede associated Ēostre with April rather than the Equinox in March. And that, collectively, is why I have started observing Ôstara roughly one lunar cycle after the Spring Equinox.
ANGLO-SAXON CALENDAR
The Venerable Bede was a Christian monk and scholar who lived in the 7th and 8th centuries. In his book, he begins his section on the English months by explaining that the English from the olden times, “calculated their months according to the course of the moon. Hence, after the manner of the Greeks and Romans, [the months] take their name from the Moon, for the Moon is called mona and the month monath.”
He goes on to describe these months and their names, “The first month which the Latins call January, is Guili; February is called Solmonath; March is Hrethmonath; April, Ēosturmonath; May, Thrimilchi; June, Litha; July, also Litha; August, Weodmonath; September, Halegmonath; October, Winterfylleth; November, Blodmonath; December, Guili, the same name by which January is called.”
Later, he finally describes his account of Ēostre, “Ēosturmonath has a name which is now translated ‘Paschal month,’ and which was once called after a goddess of theirs named Ēostre, in whose honour feasts were celebrated in that month. Now they designate that Paschal season by her name, called the joys of the new rite by the time-honoured name of the old observance.”
These quotes are the foundation upon which we’ve built up this mysterious figure Ēostre. I’m not saying that the Anglo-Saxons or other Germanic Pagans didn’t have spiritual traditions centered around Spring. Nature worship is the main criterion for Paganism, ancient or new. It is well-known that many Gods, Goddesses, and other spirits are personifications of different aspects of life or nature. Ancient Pagans saw magic everywhere, as we do now. No, the details and specifics Bede wrote are what is in question. As with any text, his work bears to be scrutinized and re-examined again and again.
GRIMM'S ÔSTARA THEORIES
The most commonly cited source after Bede is from the folklorist Jacob Grimm. In his book, Deutsche Mythologie, Grimm reflects on Bede's work, "...the Anglo-Saxon historian tells us the names of two beings, whom he expressly calls ancient goddesses of his people, but of whose existence not a trace is left amongst other Germans. A clear proof, that here as well as there, heathenism was crowded with divinities of various shape and varying name, but who in their characteristics and cultus corresponded to one another."
Later in the text, Grimm expands on his opinion of the Goddesses named by Bede, "It would be uncritical to saddle this father of the church, who everywhere keeps heathenism at a distance, and tells us less of it than he knows, with the invention of these goddesses. There is nothing improbable in them, nay the first of them is justified by clear traces in the vocabularies of other German tribes."
It would seem that Jacob Grimm’s opinion mirrors that of most Neo-Pagans today. Why would Bede, a Christian monk, invent a Goddess? Especially when a person considers the strange and ill-fitting combination of German Springtime traditions and the story of the Resurrection of Jesus. But Grimm offers no hard evidence to support Bede outside of a few etymological connections.
I can understand the critiques of Bede’s claims. Have you ever heard someone make up a fact to sound more intelligent, interesting, or worldly? I have. Ultimately, however, I believe that there is no harm done so long as we promote full disclosure regarding the origins of our Neo-Pagan traditions.
If you’re one of my longtime readers, you know that I respect the complexity of reconstructing Pagan faiths. Whether you look forward to Ôstara every year or think the whole thing’s bullshit, I respect your beliefs. For me, what’s important is that we recognize the history (or lack thereof) and the cultural impact of the holidays we celebrate.
U.S. EASTER TRADITIONS
Before I go, I’d like to give you some background regarding our Easter traditions in the United States. Where did they come from? When did they get here?
Well, historical records start with a German scientist named Johannes Richier. In 1682 his dissertation was published, which mentions the Easter Hare. He explains that in Germany, on Easter, colored eggs are hidden by a fictional being called “Osterhase” or the “Easter Hare.” These eggs are then found and quickly devoured–causing stomach aches, according to Richier’s report.
While I couldn’t find any specifics, it seems unanimously agreed that this German Easter custom came to the U.S. through the immigration of Pennsylvanian Dutch communities in the 1700s. It’s believed that sometime after that the Easter Hare was rebranded as the Easter Bunny we know today.
In the future, I’d like to cover the folk origin stories of this egg-laying hare. Let me know what you think in the comments~
Check out this article from Smithsonian Magazine for more Easter Bunny History:
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/the-ancient-origins-of-the-easter-bunny-180979915/
CHECK BACK TOMORROW FOR AN AUTHENTIC GERMAN EASTER RECIPE!
REFERENCES
Venerable Bede, The Reckoning of Time, trans. Faith Wallis (Liverpool University Press, 1999), pages 53-54
Jacob Grimm, Teutonic Mythology vol. 1, trans. James Steven Stallybrass (London: George Bell and Sons, 1882), pages 289, 291.
Cornelius Tacitus, Tacitus on Germany, trans. Thomas Gordon (Project Gutenberg eBooks) https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/2995/pg2995-images.html#link2H_4_0002
Nordberg, Andreas. “Yule, Disting and Pre-Christian Time Reckoning”, Royal Gustav Adolf's Academy for Swedish Folk Culture, Uppsala, Sweden. https://www.academia.edu/1366945/Jul_disting_och_f%C3%B6rkyrklig_tider%C3%A4kning
“Where Did the Easter Bunny Come From? Ask This Dead German Scientist,” Live Science, March 30th, 2018, https://www.livescience.com/62184-easter-bunny-osterhase-origins-eggs.html
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Online Library of Literature: Find full and unabridged texts of classic literature, including the Bronte sisters, Mark Twain and more.
Bartleby: Bartleby has much more than just the classics, but its collection of anthologies and other important novels made it famous.
Fiction.us: Fiction.us has a huge selection of novels, including works by Lewis Carroll, Willa Cather, Sherwood Anderson, Flaubert, George Eliot, F. Scott Fitzgerald and others.
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9 Reasons Why Electricians Perform An RCD Test
Residual Current Devices (RCDs) are essential safety mechanisms designed to prevent electrical hazards, ensuring both personal safety and the protection of property. Regular commercial electrical fitouts Sydney of these devices is not just a formality but a necessity to ensure they function correctly when needed most.
The following list explains some key reasons professionals emphasize the importance of performing regular RCD tests.
Prevents Electric Shock Incidents
One of the primary purposes of an RCD is to prevent harm caused by accidental contact with live wires or faulty appliances. The device detects any imbalance in the electrical current and immediately shuts off power to prevent electric shocks. However, an RCD can fail over time due to component degradation, damage, or environmental factors. Regular testing ensures the device responds correctly and promptly, providing a critical layer of safety.
Reduces the Risk of Electrical Fires
Faulty wiring, damaged appliances, or irregular electrical currents can generate heat, leading to electrical fires. An operational RCD can detect these irregularities early and cut off power, preventing catastrophic fire incidents. Regular testing ensures the device functions as intended, offering peace of mind to property owners.
Prolongs the Lifespan of Electrical Systems
Frequent surges or faults in an electrical system can cause damage to appliances, circuits, and other components. An operational RCD acts as a protective barrier, minimizing the impact of these electrical disturbances. Regular testing ensures the device remains functional, reducing wear and tear on the entire electrical system.
Identifies Faults Before They Escalate
Electrical faults often start small but can escalate into serious hazards if left unaddressed. During an RCD test, professionals can identify early warning signs of underlying problems, such as wiring issues, poor connections, or compromised insulation. Early detection allows for timely intervention, preventing costly repairs or accidents.
Protects Sensitive Equipment
Modern homes and businesses rely heavily on sensitive electronic devices, including computers, entertainment systems, and communication equipment. Electrical faults can cause these devices to malfunction or suffer irreparable damage. An RCD serves as a safeguard against power surges and faults. Regular testing ensures it remains reliable in protecting valuable equipment.
Ensures Compliance with Safety Standards
In many jurisdictions, it is a legal requirement for properties to undergo periodic RCD testing. Non-compliance can lead to fines, penalties, or even legal consequences in case of accidents caused by electrical faults. Routine tests performed by qualified professionals ensure the device meets safety standards and operates efficiently under various conditions.
Enhances Workplace and Home Safety Culture
Regular RCD testing promotes a culture of safety and responsibility in both residential and professional environments. It highlights the importance of proactive maintenance and instils confidence in the safety measures in place. When occupants and employees know that safety protocols are routinely followed, it fosters trust and accountability.
Prevents Downtime and Inconvenience
Electrical issues caused by faulty RCDs can result in unplanned downtime, affecting productivity and disrupting daily activities. Whether at home or in the workplace, a non-functional RCD can lead to prolonged power outages and inconvenience. Regular testing reduces the likelihood of unexpected failures, ensuring uninterrupted operations.
Provides Documentation for Safety Audits
In safety audits or inspections, documentation of regular RCD tests serves as proof of compliance with safety regulations. Detailed records show a commitment to maintaining safety standards and can protect property owners from liability in case of electrical accidents. Professionals performing these tests ensure that all necessary documentation is in place and up to date.
The importance of RCD testing cannot be overstated. These safety devices play a crucial role in preventing electric shock, reducing the risk of fires, and protecting valuable equipment. Regular testing ensures their reliability and functionality, offering long-term benefits for safety, compliance, and operational efficiency. Property owners and managers must prioritize periodic RCD testing to uphold safety standards and create a secure environment for all occupants. Whether at home or in a workplace setting, proactive testing is an investment in safety that cannot be ignored.
If you have questions or need more information about the topic discussed in this guide, please feel free to get in touch with a reputable service provider near you to get professional advice.
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iisuniversity · 3 days ago
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Find the Best Girls University in Rajasthan: Empowering Women Through Education
This state of the vibrant culture and tradition has evolved to be the epitome of quality education. From the innumerable institutes of this state, one of the best and unique institutions has stood out, known as Best Girls University in Rajasthan. While keeping the aim at academic success, it strives to develop all facets of the individual, and empower women for the leadership in all walks of life.
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Why Should One Choose Best Girls University in Rajasthan?
It is very important to choose the right university when going for higher education. Best Girls University in Rajasthan is known for academic excellence, innovative teaching, and a safe environment for women. Here are some reasons why this university stands as a number one choice for the aspiring students:
World-Class Education:
The university provides a diverse array of undergraduate, postgraduate, and doctoral programs catering to the divergent interests of the students. A curriculum, therefore, that balances theory and practical application prepares students to face broad-based challenges in a global landscape.
Experienced Faculty
The faculty at this institution comprises knowledgeable, as well as industry-connected and experienced, educators who promise to nurture the students' talents. Under their guidance, students will achieve academic and personal growth.
State-of-the-Art Infrastructure:
The university is well-equipped with modern classrooms, advanced laboratories, a well-stocked library, and recreational facilities to provide an ideal learning environment.
Focus on Women Empowerment:
As the Best Girls University in Rajasthan, the institution lays strong emphasis on empowering women through education. Programs and workshops are organized to enhance leadership skills, confidence, and independence.
Safe and Secure Campus:
Campus Safety: The place is always kept under surveillance with 24/7 CCTV cameras and a security team, as well as an encouraging community that will ensure your safety on campus.
Courses Available
The Best Girls University in Rajasthan offers the widest possible range of courses under various disciplines, including:
1.Arts and Humanities:
The English, History, Sociology, and Psychology courses promote those thinking skills and creativity.
2.Science and Technology:
Biotechnology, Computer Science, and Environmental Science prepare students for the technology-driven world.
3.Commerce and Management:
Courses in Accounting, Finance, and Business Administration give students an upper hand in the corporate world.
4.Fashion and Design:
Courses in fashion design and textile technology are given to the budding creative minds.
Extracurricular Activities
It's not just books. Best Girls University in Rajasthan encourages students in extracurricular activities as well, building creativity, team spirit, and leadership. Everything from cultural and sports events, debate competitions to student clubs offers something for each one of you.
Alumni Achievements
The alumni of the Best Girls University in Rajasthan have been outstanding in all walks of life. They are in high positions in the government, corporate sectors, and academia and serve as role models for the current students. Their success stories highlight the excellence nurtured by the university.
Research and Innovation
Research and innovation are two focal points the university is proud of. Students and faculty work on influential projects addressing the real world, thus enriching knowledge and society.
Placement Opportunity
The Best Girls University in Rajasthan leaves no stone unturned when it comes to good placements. With tie-ups with key players, students are offered internship opportunities in renowned companies along with job opportunities that guarantee a fulfilling career.
Legacy of Excellence
The years have passed with the establishment of the university at the leading ranking for women's education. Strong commitment towards quality education and women empowerment has earned the title of Best Girls University in Rajasthan.
Admissions and Scholarships
A transparent admission process is provided, wherein opportunities for merit scholarships are available. The aim of these scholarships is to support talented students and ensure that financial constraints do not hinder education.
Conclusion
The right university can be a stepping stone toward a bright future. This is because Best Girls University in Rajasthan provides the ground to nurture girls' minds academically, professionally, and personally. With its holistic approach to education, this university continues to inspire and empower women toward achieving their dreams.
Welcome to the Best Girls University in Rajasthan- a place where excellence flourishes and growth is cherished. Take an immediate admission and start a transformation journey toward success.
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koshfinance · 5 days ago
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How Real-Time Financial Reconciliation Transforms Business Operations
A huge 50% of big companies' financial leaders say they get payments right less than 80% of the time. This shows how important it is to use software for bank and accounting reconciliation. It helps make financial processes smoother.
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Real-time reconciliation makes it faster and more accurate to match financial records. It cuts down on human mistakes and the need for manual checks. Companies using it get detailed, always-updated data. They can also get ready for audits anytime.
Key Takeaways
Real-time financial reconciliation can save money, boost efficiency, and decrease risk
Automated reconciliation allows for the swift and accurate processing of large volumes of data
Implementing automated reconciliation systems can improve efficiency, accuracy, and scalability in financial operations
AI and machine learning technologies enhance the accuracy and predictive capabilities of automated account reconciliation processes
Software for bank reconciliation and accounting reconciliation software can help businesses optimize their financial operations
Reconciliation of accounts is key for making informed decisions and staying competitive
Understanding Modern Financial Reconciliation in Business
Modern financial reconciliation is key for businesses. It helps find mistakes and keeps financial records right. Companies check their accounts every day, week, month, or year. They do this more often for big things like bank transactions.
Using software for reconciling bank accounts has made things easier. It cuts down on mistakes and makes work faster.
Software tools have changed how businesses do reconciliations. They help spot fraud by looking for odd transactions. They also fix problems like wrong records or errors in payments. This lets companies use their time for more important things.
The Evolution of Reconciliation Processes
Reconciliation has changed a lot, from doing it by hand to using computers. Now, AI and machine learning help with quick and accurate checks. This means businesses can spend more time growing and less on manual tasks.
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Key Components of Real-Time Reconciliation
Immediate and ongoing data ingestion
Proactive and granular data analysis
Incorporation of AI and machine learning
Knowing how reconciliation has changed helps businesses make smart choices. They can pick the right software to stay ahead and manage their money better.
The Power of Automated Reconciliation Software
Automated reconciliation software changes how businesses handle money. It lets companies deal with lots of data fast and right. This means less work for people, fewer mistakes, and better choices.
Tools like reconciliation software for banks make things easier. They keep financial records correct and current. This is key for any business.
Automated software brings many benefits. It can cut down on mistakes by 62% and lighten the load on finance teams by 90%. It also checks many transactions quickly, alerting to any issues fast. This helps CFOs make smart choices with the latest financial info.
Some main perks of using this software include:
Less manual work and fewer errors
Better choices with current and correct financial data
Dealing with many transactions quickly
Better control over money, with a clear record of all financial actions
Essential Features of Bank Reconciliation Software Solutions
Choosing the right bank reconciliation software is key for businesses. Look for features that meet your specific needs. The top software should handle data quickly and accurately. This saves time and cuts costs.
Real-Time Data Processing Capabilities
Real-time data processing is a must. It keeps financial records current and accurate. This is important for businesses with lots of transactions.
It also helps with balance sheet reconciliation and supports multiple currencies. This makes financial management easier.
Integration with Existing Financial Systems
It's important for the software to work with your current systems. This ensures a smooth connection. Automated software can link with many financial tools.
Popular choices include QuickBooks, Zoho Books, and Cashbook. They offer a full view of your finances.
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Security and Compliance Features
Security and compliance are critical. They protect your financial data and meet legal standards. Look for strong security features like encryption.
Good software also has audit trails and workflow management. These help with regulatory compliance.
Reporting and Analytics Tools
Reporting and analytics tools are vital. They give insights into your financial health. They help find discrepancies and track your finances.
Automated software offers real-time monitoring and collaborative workflows. This improves financial management.
Choosing the right software is essential. It helps manage finances better, reduces risks, and boosts growth. Consider your business needs and pick a software that fits.
Transforming Business Operations Through Financial Reconciliation
Financial reconciliation is key for businesses to grow and meet their goals. Using an automated system, companies can make their financial work smoother. This means fewer mistakes and better choices.
Automating bank and account reconciliations keeps financial records right and current. This is a big help for businesses.
Automated account reconciliation boosts financial management and reduces risks. It helps spot errors, fraud, and ensures rules are followed. Reconciliation software makes tedious tasks easier, giving insights and preventing burnout.
Bank reconciliation: comparing internal data to data in the monthly bank statement
Vendor reconciliation: comparing the accounts payable ledger with statements from vendors and suppliers
Intercompany reconciliation: comparing statements and reviewing transactions between various units or subsidiaries of a parent company
By using automated systems, businesses can work better, faster, and more accurately. This makes them more competitive.
Implementing Reconciliation Automation Tools for Maximum Efficiency
Automated reconciliation is key to making financial operations smoother. It cuts down on manual tasks, which can take a lot of time. Now, what took hours can be done in just minutes, without needing to manually check transactions.
Choosing the right reconciliation software is important. Look for scalability, security, and compliance features. The right tool can help manage finances better, lower risks, and boost growth. It's vital to pick a solution that fits your organization's needs.
Selection Criteria for Reconciliation Software
Scalability: The software should be able to handle increasing volumes of transactions.
Security: The software should have robust security features to prevent fraud and protect sensitive data.
Compliance: The software should be compliant with relevant regulations and standards.
Best Practices for Implementation
For a smooth implementation, provide training and support. Make sure the software works well with your current systems. Also, keep an eye on how it performs. Following these steps will help you get the most out of your software and improve efficiency.
Conclusion: Embracing the Future of Financial Management
To stay ahead in today's fast-changing business world, companies must use automated reconciliation tools. This includes software for bank reconciliation and accounting reconciliation software. These tools help improve financial management, making it more efficient, accurate, and strategic.
Account reconciliation is key for reliable financial reports and following rules. Automated reconciliation platforms save finance teams a lot of time. They can then focus on more important tasks. Also, these tools use advanced data analytics and AI to find issues, predict problems, and simplify tasks.
As businesses grow and expand, they need strong and flexible reconciliation solutions. Cloud-based reconciliation platforms offer the needed flexibility and access. They help manage growing transaction volumes and changing financial scenes. By using these technologies, companies can make sure their financial reports are reliable, build trust with stakeholders, and make better decisions for long-term success.
Also Read: Top 7 Challenges in Financial Reconciliation and How Automation Solves Them
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taneeshadunias · 5 days ago
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Unlock Your Future with MBA in India at Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship
Are you ready to take a big step towards a bright future? Choosing the right place for higher education is an important decision, and pursuing an MBA in India could be the key to your success. If you are looking for an institution that blends learning with real-world experiences, then the Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship is the perfect choice.
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About Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship
The Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship (XIME) is one of India’s most respected business schools. Founded with the vision to create leaders who inspire, this institute is known for its top-notch faculty, modern facilities, and excellent placement opportunities. XIME has consistently ranked among the best management schools in India, making it a preferred destination for students aspiring to build successful careers.
Why Choose an MBA in India?
Pursuing an MBA in India is not just affordable but also highly rewarding. India is home to some of the world’s fastest-growing industries, and studying here gives you a competitive edge. With its diverse culture, innovative learning approaches, and strong industry connections, India is an ideal destination for MBA aspirants.
Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship stands out by offering programs that focus on both theoretical knowledge and practical skills. Students are exposed to case studies, group discussions, and live projects, helping them to face real-world challenges confidently.
Programs Offered at Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship
At XIME, the MBA programs are designed to meet the needs of today’s global business environment. The curriculum is industry-focused and regularly updated to match the latest trends. Specializations include:
Marketing Management
Finance and Accounting
Human Resource Management
Business Analytics
International Business
With such a wide range of options, students can choose a field that matches their interests and career goals.
Campus Life at Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship
Life at XIME is vibrant and enriching. The campus is equipped with modern classrooms, libraries, and computer labs. Students also get access to state-of-the-art sports facilities and cultural activities, ensuring holistic development. The diverse student community helps in building lifelong friendships and professional networks.
Placement and Career Opportunities
One of the highlights of pursuing an MBA in India at Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship is its strong placement record. The institute has tie-ups with top companies across industries, offering students excellent job opportunities right after graduation. Career counseling, interview preparation, and internships are part of the program, making students job-ready.
Admission Process
Getting admission to XIME is simple and transparent. Applicants need to appear for entrance exams like CAT, XAT, MAT, or CMAT. Shortlisted candidates are invited for group discussions and personal interviews. The selection process ensures that the best talents are chosen to maintain the institute’s high standards.
Scholarships and Financial Assistance
XIME believes in supporting talented students, and several scholarships are available based on merit and financial need. This makes pursuing an MBA in India at this esteemed institute accessible to students from all backgrounds.
Conclusion
If you dream of becoming a leader in the business world, then an MBA in India from Xavier Institute of Management & Entrepreneurship can help turn your dreams into reality. With its excellent academic programs, supportive environment, and outstanding placement opportunities, XIME is the right choice for aspiring managers and entrepreneurs.
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