#i’m the tyrant’s secretary

[swee7dream]

dreamies as manhwa characters 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

genres miscellaneous + headcanons triggers one mention of gagging (?) just to be safe . note purely for myself . i have no one to talk to about my 300+ reading list of shoujo manga/manhwa so you all get this .

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

saebom from no office romance !

is it really mark lee-coded if it’s not (childhood) friends-to-lovers? exactly.

saebom and mark are walking green flags full of reasonable expectations, goofy mannerisms, and encouraging words even if it will not result in the best outcome for them personally

everyone loves them, it’s impossible to hate them!

even when their jokes are pity laugh-worthy with their loud barfing sounds and accidentally guilt-tripping gags

they mess up as all humans do but they always do their best to fix it as soon as possible to minimize damage.

they’re considerate of others but also (rightfully) proud of their work and aren’t shy to display it when the time is right. hashtag stream fraktsiya

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

cheol from after school lessons for unripe apples !

obviously i’m not thinking physically when i consider them similar.

but on the inside. on the inside… they are one.

they aren’t too open about their feelings. sometimes it feels like they don’t understand them themselves. and so they have a thin veil of mystique around them

it’s just nerves

they’re both just nervous guys who feel the need to protect everything at all times while also trying to hold back because, why should they? that’s not their job. they’re not getting paid for this.

but it’s just such an innate action on their part they just can’t help themselves !

they are responsible individuals who are just chaos magnets.

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

zachary from a marriage of convenience !

men of little words. men of… easily misunderstandable words.

we’re not going to go into zachary’s story because if you haven’t read marriage of convenience i am on my knees begging you to

it’s easy to write them off as tsuns, especially with the way jeno treats jisung, but they’re NOT

they are such big lovers they will move heaven and earth for their loved ones and still be understanding if you ask for something else or more, even

they are well aware of their grand accomplishments, but also keep their eye fixed on their loved ones’ expectations, always making room for improvement

also… great physiques GUYS WHO SAID THAT TUMBLR BLOG SWEE7DREAM GOT HACKED GET THE NEWS REPORTERS

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

kevin from spirit fingers !

specifically, more last arc kevin.

they’re silly, they’re clingy, they love their partner !!!!!!

the banter is always next level with them yet so are the dramatics and sulking.

their confidence is just attractive whether its romantic, platonic, whatever !

they know that no matter what they wear or if they have makeup on or not, their pretty privilege will cancel out the fact that there’s toilet paper clinging to the bottom of their shoes

their positivity is like a purifying beam to the people around them. their kind words and actions are done with the purpose to uplift the people around them.

you can’t have a low self-esteem around them, they are professional cheerleaders! hypemen! supporters!

how could you not love them?

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

camute from the crow’s prince !

i was originally gonna put tamaki from ohshc but that’s like saying the sky is blue. we all know that, why beat a dead horse?

so, camute it is !

first of all, blond. they both eat up the hair color. blueprinted, invented, copywritten !

that aside, they are so open in communication it’s like you just got hit in the eyeball with a neobong with how much of a green flag they both are.

they won’t make you say anything you don’t want to say in the moment, but will make sure to get the point across that they expect to have a conversation about the subject in the near future because YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO THEM.

they’re also highly protective to the point it’s SILLAY. they’re a sulky kind of jealous not a ‘i will lock you up in a basement in an abandoned mansion on the top of a remote mountain for making eye contact with Frank From Work’ kind of jealous

jaemin on bbl… ‘my bag is heavy :(’ ‘oh ur gonna help me? WRONG ANSWER. NEVER TRUST ANY MAN.’

so true king 💯

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

kahir from i’m the tyrant’s secretary !

‘you love me? duh, of course you do.’

very positive self-perception. nothing can tear this man down. except you, even though he’ll act otherwise.

has a different standard than everyone else from clothes and technology to relationships. to them, it’s easy to act as if money is no object, instead placing more effort into the people that they care about.

their thoughtful gifts are sometimes extravagant to the eyes of anyone aside from themselves, but they really have a different standard of what is considered acceptable, especially if it is something that is going to belong to their loved ones.

don’t you realize how their gifts are also a reflection of themselves? how could they gift anything less than perfect????

quick to cut out anyone that could even be THOUGHT of as a bad influence around their people, and they’ve already warned and cut ties with the person for the simple claim of Bad Vibes (they’re right most of the time it’s actually creepy)

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

nadrika from i have fallen into a reverse harem game !

they’re just so soggy wet dog coded

jisung is a five-time loser of the modern public ridicule that is awsaz. you can tell him to do anything and he will, red-faced and sighing the entire time, but he’ll do it

there is just something so ‘aww :(’ about him that makes the people around him go ‘I WILL PROTECT YOU’ at their 5’11 height

they’re either in their own little world, thinking about what life would be like if they lived in saturn rather than earth, or staring at you like painted each star that dots the night sky as you speak

they do not think twice before sacrificing their pride and reputation for the sake of their loved ones (even if it is not asked of them), too shy to ask for but also too obvious to hide the fact they are expecting praise and affection in return

soggy wet dogs that are like 300 pounds but still want to be treated like lap dogs

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary:

The Blind Prince:

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary, by Kio and Jay and Lee Inhye and Feelyeon Management

[cherchersketch]

✨priorities✨

I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary

[t4rner]

this is hardcore ✧ mark x fem. reader

★ mature content. unprotected p in v, fingering, you’re getting eaten out, don’t know how else i can put it. office sex. age gap but never mentioned. you’re a secretary. i recommend listening to ‘this is hardcore’ by pulp while reading. this is NOT proof read

i’m never writing a smut ever again.

alex ‘mark’ turner x fem. reader

She has been working at the Tranquility Base Hotel (and Casino) for nearly two years now. Her job wasn’t exactly thrilling, bringing coffee to your boss every morning was not exactly phenomenal, but how could she complain?

As well as waking up earlier than she should, just to buy him a coffee, she also recorded everything in every meeting, in her little black notebook, what things were said, and if they were important, she’d highlight them, or she’ll end up drawing a little star beside it if she had lost her highlighter. again. Though, her boss would’ve just bought her more, and if she refused, she’ll never hear the end of it. She’d end up in the filing room for hours if he asked, if he needed numbers on something specific, or just needed another double-check on something, she’d do it.

The job took up her life, but sometimes she didn’t mind. Even when he’d ask her to stay after work, she never refused. He was a different man when it was just the two alone.

Mark was a strict man, ethical, and straight-forward. He didn’t give a fuck if he behaved like a complete asshole. If you were shit at your job, you’re fired, end of story. She’d overhear the other workers bad-mouth him, calling him a tyrant, but she said nothing, because she knew how he truly was—how he was when he was around her. If he thought she stayed too long after work, he’d send her home in a cab that was on his tab. He refused to let her pay for anything. He was a good man, but his ego was too big to ever let it show around anyone that wasn’t her. He thought he’d look weak, and he definitely did not want the people that worked below him to think he was.

He usually works long hours, even when the office emptied, he’d still be rooted to the chair by the next morning; when he did get up, he’d usually leave the office for an hour or two, to check on the hotel.

It was Friday night when she was still in the office during after hours, sitting on his floor, correcting every mistake she could possibly find. He sat by his desk, his legs spread as his fingers twirled his pen, staring at the bright screen of his computer.

She eventually looked up at him, and she clears her throat, which makes him turn his head almost immediately. They had slept together nearly a week ago. He invited her over to his apartment, and one thing led to another, and now things were tense, and she didn’t like that.

“Do you have a problem with me?” She questions, her lips curving into a small frown. He tilts his head to the side, before placing the pen down onto his desk. When he doesn’t speak, she continues. “You barely uttered a word to me the past week.”

He sighs, before he rubs his face, and he stands up, which makes her instinctively stand up as well. “Just had a rough week, darlin’. It’s not you.” He hums as he gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist, twirling her slightly before pushing her against the edge of his desk, “I could never have a problem with you.” He murmurs, his fingers brushing back strand a of hair behind her ear. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, and she sighs. “Mark—“

“Shh, shh..” He sighs, before he leans in, pressing his lips against her jaw, “Do you know how hard it’s been, not being able to touch you like this?” He utters against her skin, his breath hot as he trails down to the first button of her blouse. “I can’t think of anything else but you.”

His fingers trailed up to her blouse, unbuttoning the white shirt achingly slow. She lets out a hitched breath, her eyes fluttering at the feel of his lips on her skin. “Tell me to stop.” He mutters as he eventually unbuttons her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders, which makes her shudder.

She wanted to, but at the same time, she couldn’t. She felt the same way. When she didn’t speak a word, he presses his lips against her collarbone, til it traced down her sternum. “You’re so gorgeous.” He breathes out. Her fingers gripped the desk tightly, and she gulps. His hand moved up to palm her bra, and his lips moved to the top of her breast, kissing and mouthing her sweet skin.

“I want to make you feel good.” He whispers, “Can I?” He looks up at her, and she quickly nods, and it didn’t take him even a second until he was on his knees. His fingers meticulously unzip the sides of her pencil skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He presses soft kisses against her hip, his finger hooking into the waistband of her black, lace panties, pulling it down slightly as he continued to kiss down her leg, and her fingers move into his hair, her grip tight.

His fingers fidget with her panties, and a whimper escapes her, and he smiles, looking up at her. “Never sought you to be such a needy little girl, sweetheart.” He hums, before he eventually slides them down, “Come on, be a good girl and sit down on the chair.” He nods, before he eventually stands up, watching her as she carefully moved to sit down, and he smiles. “Atta’ girl..” He whispers, before kneeling back down, noticing how wet she was, already dripping onto the leather seat. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” He chuckles, his hands moving up to her thighs, pulling them up until they were resting on her shoulders.

His hands find their way to the sides of her stomach, and his head dips down without warning, his nose grazing against her swollen clit, and her thighs squeeze around his head, rolling her head back. “I got you, baby.” He murmurs, before he presses her mouth against her pulsing folds, and she lets out a moan, her grip tightening in his hair. He sucks her labia, his fingers moving to cup her breast underneath her bra, as his tongue twirls around it. His tongue works side to side, before it delves between her folds, and her moans grow louder, her body writhing underneath his mouth. Everytime her thighs clench around his head, her fingers tightening in his hair, or the moan of his name, it strives him to continue.

“Mark, I’m going to cum..” She gasps out.

He continues his semi-aggressive movements, until he pulls away, switching to his fingers as one digit delves between her folds, and she cries out, his thumb moving in circular motions around her clit, and that warm feeling starts to pool in her stomach, and she knew she was getting close.

His finger pumps deep inside of her, curling into that sweet spot of hers, and suddenly she was a goner. She lets out a soft cry as her body shakes as she cums, and his finger slows its thrusts, guiding her through her orgasm, before he eventually pulls out. He licks his fingers clean, before leaning over her as he presses his lips against hers, swallowing her small whimpers. “You want more, don’t you?” He whispers, and she whimpers in response, nodding, before he deepens the kiss, his fingers moving to unbuckle his belt, slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor, already forgotten as he unzips his pants, pulling his pants down. His aching cock was soaking with pre-cum, already staining his boxers, and he pulls her up, guiding her towards the desk, pushing her down until her stomach pressed against his cold desk. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, “Especially like this.” He hums, before he slips off his boxers, his girthy, veiny, hardened length springing out. He pumps his dick, letting the pre-cum leak out, and he gently presses the tip against her pulsing hole, “I’ll take it easy on you..” He murmurs, and she can only shake her head, “Mark, please..”

He couldn’t even keep in his lust and desire as he plunges deep inside her, his fingers holding onto her hips, his words long forgotten. He pulls out, teasing her with his tip, before he sinks in again, his thrusts were slow, but eventually sped up. Her moans grew louder as relentlessly assaulted her insides, he could feel her clenching around him and he groans, his thrusts growing deeper. He could feel her molding around him, as if she was made for him, and him only. “Look at you, baby..” He groans, “So tight.. made for me, aren’t you..?” He murmurs, until his fingers moved towards her clit, rubbing circles with her thumb, and her eyes water, the overwhelming sensation hitting her all at once, and she could feel herself chasing her second orgasm. “You’re.. taking.. me.. so.. well..” He pants. “Going to fill you up, sweetheart..”

“If you’ll let me..” And she moans in response, “Yes!” She cried out eagerly.

He eventually hits that sweet spot of hers as he shifts his body, and soon enough, she was coming apart, yet he continued his deep thrusts, bruising her insides as he soon eventually came after her, groaning as he fills her up; her thrusts going sluggish as he continued, trying to keep all of it to stay in.

The room is eventually silent, except for their heavy pants, and he eventually pulls out, his length softening.

“Are you okay?” He breathes out as he cups her cheek, making her look at him, and she nods, “I’m okay.” She smiles tiredly, and his lips curve into a small smile in return.

“I’ll take you home this time.”

[tomorrowusa]

So Donald Trump will appoint South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem as Secretary of Homeland Security.

The Department of Homeland Security oversees the Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agency, making the department one of the most important in Trump’s efforts to deport millions of undocumented immigrants from the US. Noem was elected governor in 2018 and won re-election in 2022.

Noem is the sort of person you'd expect Donald Trump to pick for high government positions.

She was seen as one of the top contenders to be Trump’s running mate until excerpts from her book No Going Back were published, in which she wrote about shooting her 14-month-old dog Cricket, arguing that it was “untrainable.” The excerpts were published in April of this year by The Guardian.

In addition to being a dog shooter, she falsely claimed to have met North Korean dictator (and Trump bro) Kim Jong-un.

The press got ahold of an early version of No Going Back which included the claim that Noem met with Kim Jong Un. “I remember when I met with North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un. I’m sure he underestimated me, having no clue about my experience staring down little tyrants (I’d been a children’s pastor, after all),” she wrote, according to The New York Times. “Dealing with foreign leaders takes resolve, preparation, and determination.” After the account was questioned, a spokesperson for Noem said that the story shouldn’t have been included and that it would be removed before it was published, according to Newsweek.

After insulting Native Americans, Noem was banned from tribal lands in her own state.

After claiming that some of them had been infiltrated by drug cartels, Noem was banned from the lands of all nine of South Dakota’s Native American tribes this year, Newsweek noted. [ ... ] Oglala Sioux Tribe President Frank Star Comes Out told the AP that “our people are being used for her political gain.”

And most recently, she was Trump's sidekick at that "town hall" in Oaks, Pennsylvania where Trump abruptly stopped taking questions and instead swayed to his playlist for 39 minutes.

But shooting her dog Cricket is the thing that will stick in most people's minds. So here's a simple meme you can use whenever Noem's name pops up in the news.

[cutephlegm]

Something red

III - Bitter kisses

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: NSFW

Read on Ao3

Summary: Gortash invites you to discuss your proposition, things get heated.

You felt your head spin, standing at the foot of Gortash’s office. Adrenaline coursed and pumped through your shivering body. A strange nausea writhed in your gut… The anticipation was killing you.

You thought back to just a few hours earlier- when you felt as if you could say anything, without Gortash’s judgement- Alcohol was a formidable thing. The many conversations you’d exchanged had brought you closer… and likewise driven you mad with lust, lips desperate, craving a certain dark-haired gentleman. You fool.

The banquet was supposed to be a crucial step in progressing your career, yet you’d surely made a fool out of yourself in front of the soon to be archduke of Baldur’s Gate. Although, in your drunken stupor you couldn’t quite remember exactly what you’d said… perhaps for the best.

Truthfully though, although you were a nervous wreck at the prospect of the tyrant inviting you to his office, for a personal meeting, a tiny part of you was excited. Perhaps Gortash would even take you up on the silly offer you’d suggested. It wasn’t the worst idea you could’ve proposed… surely, he had at least found it entertaining. Perhaps he had invited you here to let you down softly- although that didn’t seem very in character for the infamous lord Enver Gortash.

You braced yourself and took a final breath of air. It was noon and you weren’t about to keep him waiting. Your hand hovered over the door handle; this could possibly destroy your career if not handled well…

Before you could even knock, the door swung open. You found yourself stood face to face before a familiar man. You stiffened. His shocked expression quickly shifted to a calm bemusement as he took a step back from you, his eyes darting between the floor and your embarrassed expression. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so eager to see me…” His voice was unapologetically smug, your heart couldn’t help but stutter to the sound of it. You immediately recalled the things you’d felt the night before. You averted your eyes towards the floor.

“It’s noon, is it not?” “Correct, my dear, you’re pinpoint on time. I would’ve thought you’d be a busier woman.” He backed into his office, beckoning you to follow. “Well, I’m not one of your clients, Gortash. I work for you; it would be unprofessional to be late.” You followed his lead, sitting at the chair he gestured you to. It didn’t take long for you to notice two glasses, side by side, accompanied by a bottle of fine, luxurious whisky. You hadn’t thought that you’d feel so… at ease, yet you did.

“Oh please, don’t be so formal. This isn’t some work related event… this is a meeting between peers.” Gortash purred, his smooth voice raising goosebumps on your skin. You raised a brow, watching on as Gortash poured the fiery liquid out. “How so…?” “Well… I thought about your silly little proposition… and I found that it would benefit me, as it would you, of course.” As he spoke, he seemed to be in the midst of pondering to himself, an index handily placed on his chin. “In other words, you’re no longer my secretary… you’re much more than that.” His eyes skimmed over the piles and piles of unread letters scattered around his desk before resting back onto you.

You stood still, not daring to open your mouth before you could figure out how you felt. You weren’t sure that this was a bad thing… all the luxuries that would come with being involved with a man like Gortash… even if it was just a facade. It certainly dwarfed your current lifestyle, that of a humble woman who didn’t often treat herself to luxuries. You hummed to yourself, taking a sip of the liquid. It was disgustingly bitter, tasting like bile and burning the back of your throat as you swallowed it. You cleared your throat. He smirked devilishly as he noticed your grimace, taking a sip himself. “Well… I’m not disappointed by that news…” You could barely hide your disbelief at it. In honesty the proposition had simply been a stupid drunken thought nothing more, you hadn’t expected much from it, you silly thing.

Every time you were this close to the lord you noticed small details about him, the unkemptness of his hair- or the dark circles that always lingered under his tired eyes. It made him look even more handsome in a strange way. Those eyes were now firmly fixed onto you.

An hour had passed and you had hardly noticed it, you were so busy listening to the conditions Gortash had come up with, things such as where you would stay, who you would be allowed to interact with, etc… There weren’t any with particularly stood out to you. They were all reasonable considering what you would be receiving.

“…And that seems to be just about it.” Gortash paused, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “However- before I send you on your way, I’d like to know something, wife.” He mocked, though you weren’t sure how you should feel as when he called you by that, as stupid as it sounded it made your chest tighten. You’d rather warmed up to the lord, so this question didn’t strike as much fear as it would’ve usually. “Of course, do ask.” You responded, the kindest smile you could muster stappled onto your lips.

“Is this strictly business to you?” Gortash’s tone was curious, although you could spot something much darker. You felt your blood run cold as his eyes continued to relentlessly bore into you- he was good at building tension. “The way you behaved the last I saw you, was remarkably friendly…” His eyes narrowed as he likely noticed your face redden. “…Although you’re very welcome to prove me wrong.” He averted his gaze to the empty glasses of wine you’d gone through in that past hour, a suggestive smirk crossing his lips.

“Huh I was simply being… polite.” You lied through your teeth. “Were you now?” You paused. Could you lie your way out of this, It was probably unwise to be so considering how you he had already caught onto you… curse you, Gortash…

“Fine… I suppose you’re… not mistaken.” You admitted, with a sigh. “It’s irrelevant though-“ Gortash cut you off, tutting to himself. He stood up from his seat. “It’s very relevant.” He said sternly, although his expression was softer, you couldn’t quite make it out…

His eyes pried into you, deciphering, scheming… as he walked over to the chair you sat in. “I must admit, you can be rather bold at times.” You could feel your body going numb as he looked down at you, with unbridled curiosity. “I admire that in a person.” “…Where is this going, Gortash…?” You raised a brow. “Come here, and find out.” He rested an arm on his desk.

You couldn’t help but listen to him, it was like your body was moving on its own. You stood up, taking a few apprehensive steps in his direction, was this really about to happen? You were so close to him, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the bitter alcohol on his lips… you wanted a taste. You cleared your throat, now only mere inches away from each other. “What do you want from me?” You asked, a breathless mess. It was embarrassing really- you hadn’t had as much romantic experience in the past… you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

He stood still, looking down at you, you wished that you could hear his thoughts, for there were surely many coursing through his brain at this very moment. “Did I misread you, Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes, a smirk still plastered on his face. “Perhaps you’re not a sharp as I thought.” Gortash scoffed with the sentence, turning his head to the side. “Well, I mustn’t dawdle, I shall get back to work I have-“ “Wait-“ Your hands were suddenly on his chest, grasping at the expensive linen. You couldn’t believe your eyes- that you were really doing this… what had gotten into you!?

Gortash clearly shared the same sentiment, his body was stiff under your touch, his hands grasped at your wrists, pulling you away from him before he paused, looking back down at you again. Not one work escaped either of your lips, as soon you were fighting for air against each other.

He kissed you tenderly, passionately… his hands settled on your hips, pulling you into him. You felt him smirk against your lips, before he pulled you even further into him, your hands finding themselves to unbutton his shirt. The taste of whisky, the way his knee had ended up between your legs… his firm grasp on you… it drove you mad. His eyes followed yours, a smirk creeping onto his lips once he noticed how red your face had become.

You broke free from the kiss, breathless and flustered, he opened his mouth, but before he could even get a word out you kissed him harder, pinning him back again his desk, sending paperwork scattered onto the floor. You took immense pleasure in hearing noises of shock from the tyrant, as you dug your teeth into his lips. Not long after you notice the taste of blood seeping into your mouth, Gortash let out a muffled yelp and he pulled away from you, warm blood gushing down his chin, perhaps you’d bitten him a little too hard…

“You-“ He stopped himself, before a dark grin appeared on his lips. “You are done for.” Before you could react, he had you pinned against his desk, your hands found their way back to claw at his shirt, pathetically trying to remove it. “Patience,” He purred at you, his hands sliding to the sides of your thighs, tracing soft circles on your skin. Your eyes widened slightly as you felt his hands creep higher and higher up your tights, up your skirt… You were a mess, already throbbing with need, if only he could feel how badly you wanted him… Although knowing Gortash, he wouldn’t care, he took pleasure in being cruel.

It didn’t take long for his fingers to trace around you, his touch was light and brief, leaving you craving for more. Yet it soon ramped up in intensity, he dragged a thumb across you, hooking a finger onto your tights, pulling them and your underwear down with expertise. You could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d done this; he was strangely skilled at it.

He continued teasing you, rubbing against the soft fabric, earning a stifled gasp. You could feel the moisture gather as he continued- ceaselessly dragging his fingers backs and forth, in circles, softer, harder, faster, slower… you could see stars. You weren’t sure if he could tell how much you enjoyed this, that is until you heard your own sounds.

You were beginning to lose all of your remaining composure, your blushed face was now red, sweat hot and sticky has accumulated on your face, your palms, your chest… it all felt so feverish. However, Gortash was his usual self, not a hint of anxiety. You scowled, you wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face, make him shiver like he had done to you.

You needed him, you craved him. Without thinking twice, you trailed a hand down his chest, his abdomen, arriving at his belt. Gortash stiffened, his eyes darted to where your hands were now positioned, already busy getting rid of the obstacle. “Did you not hear me, woman? Be patient.” He snarled at you. He was bad at hiding his arousal… You grinned at his words before shutting him by pulling him into another deep embrace.

The two of you indulged in each other before one thing led to another and now his fingers trailed around your entrance, rubbing you, teasing you. Before you could even make a noise two fingers plunged inside of you, earning a soft gasp you tried to muffle. You were ashamed to admit, that even his fingers made you wince. You hadn’t expected to be that big… you couldn’t imagine what…

Before you even finish that thought his fingers were moving in and out of you. He curled them, hitting spots you didn’t know a person could hit. You took in a sharp breath of air, trying not to make as much noise as you wanted to. He couldn’t find out how much you were enjoying this…

While he moved his two fingers inside of your throbbing core, your knee pushed up against his crotch. He was already rock hard… how predictable. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing that. You pushed harder and you felt his composure slip, he groaned, his eyes shut, his lips tightly sealed, his cock begging to be released. Gods you were so close now.

He removed his fingers from you before reaching for his belt, unclasping it. You could hardly believe this was real… until you both heard a sharp knock coming from the office door.

[coralinnii]

Feel free to answer this whenever, but I was wondering where your header and icon were from?

Hiya, I still feel bad about answering so late but I'm happy to tell you

My header is from Forget My Husband, I’ll Go Make Money. It’s not an isekai manhwa but more fantasy as the heroine is able to see visions from the past, present, and future. She’s a mistreated princess sent to marry a prince as a peace treaty between feuding countries but her father wants her to break the treaty and give a reason to go into war. Too bad she says “screw that, I’m gonna make money”. The background plot for this was inspiration for Leona’s villain au story but nothing else so no spoilers from Leona’s part. The FL is crafty but so socially clueless it’s hilarious and the ML is one of my favs honestly, strong but just so confused by the antics of his new wife.

It just finished their 1st season and now I'm patiently waiting for the 2nd season (though I am reading translations of the light novel~). Yea manhwas tend to call something like a story arc as a season for whatever reason.

This is not the picture I used for the header but I love how this was their first meeting with each other.

My icon is from I Became the Tyrant’s Secretary. It’s an isekai au where a secretary was reincarnated as an extra who dies early because of a mistake her brother made who was supposed to be the secretary of the King. She took the position instead and worked to make him a kinder ruler. It’s a slow burn budding romance from a trusted bond between a cocky tyrant and his trusted secretary. My early foundations for Riddle’s villain au was inspired by this one but nothing else so no spoilers from Riddle’s part. The FL is an exasperated worker which I feel for and the ML is cocky bast*rd which I’m here for! My icon is from my favorite panel of the manhwa xD

The manhwa just finished their 2nd season of the manhwa so now I'm patiently waiting for it to continue with its next season.

I find it funny that I just realized while trying to describe the plot that the ML from both manhwa kinda remind me of Leona xD

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For Victor: 4th Entry

Happy birthday to our grand miracle in life, Victor Li.

Sweet Serenity

How does one get rest? Most people get it by sleeping… some by doing what they are passionate about… and others by just being in the presence of their beloved.

What about Victor? How does LFG’s successful CEO find time to rest despite being known as probably the most workaholic person in Loveland City?

MC: Knock, knock. How is Mr. Victor doing?

Hearing the girl’s voice, Victor turned off the monitor with interview questions before turning his attention to her.

Victor: A certain dummy seems to be slacking off today. I believe she told me she’d do her best to be more productive as a New Year’s resolution. 

MC: I am being more productive, my dear CEO. I’ve been out and about these past few days and… is it wrong to miss you? 

She was teasing in her tone but Victor didn’t mind indulging her every once in a while.

Victor: Mmm so you do admit that you’ve become a workaholic instead of working at a healthy pace. Who was the one who told me to get some rest more and not work like a horse?

MC: That’s… hmpp maybe this was a bad idea. Goldman told me you didn’t have anything on your schedule this afternoon so I decided to visit but… I’ll probably leave then.

Why does it seem like Goldman is becoming more of her secretary than mine? Victor silently thought before letting out a soft sigh.

Victor: And here I had already planned a bountiful dinner later this evening at Souvenir. Maybe I should just cancel that and have Goldman reschedule my meetings for today then.

He knew everything there is to know about this one girl and there is no question that she will always have a soft spot for food… specifically his cooking. MC stopped in her tracks and gave him a hopeful look.

MC: On second thought, I am an understanding girlfriend aside from being an amazing producer. I don’t mind the least waiting for you no matter how long it takes.

MC: How I missed the great chef of Souvenir’s cooking! And of course, pudding.

Victor: The gluten is full again. I’m glad. 

Rest… Peace… Tranquility… Maybe it was when she eats everything he cooks happily despite claiming she needs to go on a strict diet. 

MC: I am not a gluten. The food is just too delicious. We should never deny blessings as the elder say, right? But Victor… 

There was a long pause before it was continued.

MC: Did you know a friend got in touch with me today? She’s from Loveland Business Magazine. 

Victor quietly listened to MC as she spoke already having an idea where the conversation was headed.

MC: She asked me if you don’t mind answering the question they gave you for an interview? If the question was a bit intrusive, they said you didn’t have to answer it. I wanted to know what the question was but my friend told me it was up to you if you’d share it with me. 

Victor: That friend of yours must be smart to not let you know. A dummy shouldn’t be too nosy. 

She was just too kind and oblivious sometimes. Victor knew people would try whatever they can to get close to him whatever means necessary even if it meant going through the people he loved her. But then, even if he worried, there was no doubt in his mind MC could handle herself. The trust they had for one another was built in this lifetime.

Victor: About the sample question… it has something to do with how one rests. 

MC: That question does suit a workaholic capitalistic tyrant such as yourself, CEO Victor. I’m sure the citizens of Loveland are also indeed curious about how you rest while handling a business empire.

MC can’t help but let out a small giggle. Even though she is coquettish at times, she spreads happiness and light into his days life.

Victor: Not going to ask me what my answer is?

MC: After knowing you for so long, I’m sure you’ll let me know if you want to. It’s fine I suppose. I’ll just have to buy the magazine to know. My friend and their magazine will have a boost in sales thanks to a certain greedy cat.

Victor: A dummy through and through. If there’s anyone who knows the answer to how I rest, that would be you.

Hearing this, the girl’s face reddened before thoughtlessly shifting the conversation to another topic. 

MC: CEO Victor is his own person. What I think may be different from yours. It’s always been that way but of course, not all the time. Anyway, he should really also stop asking me too much. After all, I still have a lot to learn from the most successful person in Loveland.

Victor: I believe I need to learn more from you on the aspect of birthday surprises that are not as subtle as to speak. Indeed there is still a lot of you to learn including the element of keeping surprises a secret. 

Victor was the one who had an upcoming birthday surprise but it seemed as though MC was the one left in shock. There really was nothing that the girl can hide from Victor. 

Gazing tenderly to MC’s flabbergasted form, Victor always knew the response to that question.

Rest could be obtained through various forms. Sleep, relaxation, hobbies, work, passion, travel, love… Every single person has their own kind of rest.

Looking back, there was a time where his rest still involved working himself to the bone. Maybe throwing in some hobbies from cooking, equestrian, and fencing. 

But for Victor now? Rest is a person. 

Rest is her. Her scent, her voice, her feelings, and her love.

The serenity in his life.

[Author’s Note]: It’s been a long while since I’ve written stories for him. Although a day late, I wish my favorite mlqc guy a happy birthday. May our little Vic, MC, as well as all of you guys stay happy today and every day. 

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary, by Kio and Jay and Lee Inhye and Feelyeon Management

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary

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The Young Person’s Guide to History: “The Duel” | April 1, 2008 - 1:00AM | S00E01

The Young Person’s Guide to History was a spin-off of Saul of the Mole Men. Why there should be a spin-off of Saul of the Mole Men is beyond me. Originally the idea was that it was going to be four 11-minute episodes, and in fact it was produced in that format. This is one of those four episodes. When the series turned up later in 2008, they cut the length in half to TWO 11-minute episodes, each episode consisting of what was originally meant to be two episodes, edited down to half the running time. Saul of the Mole Men always came off as over-long, and when I criticized them I usually observed that they could be cut down drastically. I guess when those versions debut, we’ll actually have something to base that theory on (spoilers; I remember it still being bad). 

Okay, so this is the intended series finale of the original four-episode run. At least, one would assume that it is. The plot: it’s 1804 and a bunch of guys are called to a haunted mansion to stay the night. There’s a disembodied voice on a little desktop speaker, like the kind you’d page a secretary with in the later half of the 20th Century. That’s a running thing in the series: very casual use of anachronisms. It’s not super-jokey Mel Brooks style, more like “kids making a movie and not having the resources to replicate the past accurately so they just use a car instead of a carriage” kind of thing. I like that. It’s one of the few things I truly like about this. 

Okay, haunted mansion with guys. They all get killed except Thomas Jefferson who runs out in anguish, as though he were a man possessed while committing this brutal bout of deadly violence. It turns out the house in question is the White House, and Jefferson is now the president. He asks Benjamin Franklin to help him make a vice president, so they create Aaron Burr in a boiling vat, using “science”. Aaron Burr is, uh, neurodivergent. We see a single scene of him doing vice president stuff: being asked about universal healthcare on the senate floor. He makes an imbecilic re-re noise and pees into his own open mouth. The floor cheers. 

Later, while having pizza, Jefferson gets fed up with Burr’s buffoonery and shoots him. He then puts the gun in Burr’s dead hand and uses it to shoot Alexander Hamilton, in order to frame them for each other’s death in a supposed duel, a historical event burned into the minds of a certain generation whose “Got Milk” advertisement got a nation of history buffs rolling in the aisles. Jefferson has transformed into a tyrant, like a guy in a freaking rated-R movie.

Jefferson finally shoots Ben Franklin, but not before cruelly taunting him for his legendary weakness. The voice on the little speaker congratulates Jefferson for being so mean. The voice is in the middle of calling him “Caleb Hilttrop?” or something like that? before being cut off. The significance of this completely eludes me, and I’m not sure if this is set-up in one of the other three episodes that would have aired along with this one, or if I just missed something in the opening sequence. We may never know, because I recall this bit being completely cut out of the version that did air. Jefferson switches the speaker to some rock song and screams “I’m the president!”

I do like that ending, I just wish anything that came before it was compelling enough to call it “earned”. I’d be hard-pressed to come up with much else in this episode that makes it worth watching. This is one of the unfunniest things to air on Adult Swim. It’s barely connected to Saul of the Mole Men, which isn’t a bad thing, honestly. 

There is a scene where Seth Green (who is cut from the shortened version entirely) talks about how he and Jefferson co-authored several sci-fi books about Nathaniel Baltimore’s adventures fighting various sci-fi beasts, and we see a little scene featuring Nathaniel Baltimore shooting a creature that is just them reusing the doctor costume from Saul. This seems to imply that either Saul of the Mole Men is a work of fiction featuring Nathaniel Baltimore in this world, which would explain why there’s no real continuity between this show and Saul. I believe the Jefferson episode of Saul has events in it that would contradict the existence of this series, but I”m not feeling curious enough to even re-read my own write-up to confirm this. I will link to it though, in case you are a sicko who actually is curious. 

Later in the year the truncated version of the show would air. The full-length versions were put up on Adult Swim for a short period of time. The one guy I knew of who knew how to rip from Adult Swim actually had these at one point, but deleted them because he “didn’t think anyone would want them”. Fucker. Again, if anyone knows how to get a hold of those uncut other episodes, please get in touch. 

Oh, I put the whole thing on YouTube, if you want to watch it.

EPHEMERA CORNER

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A Fortune-Telling Princess

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary

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I became the tyrant's secretary (On going) ✨

Associated Names

I'm the Tyrant's Secretary

I Became the Tyrant’s Secretary

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Author(s)

Lee Inhye

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Artist(s)

Pepper

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[Disclaimer: picture and story not mine and they belong to their rightful owners]

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Description

I became the secretary of a tyrant in place of my clumsy brother to survive.

But I have so much potential for it. I’m so darn good at my job. Because I served the tyrant so well, ‘everyone has a happy ending’.

Well then, shall I quit being a secretary and live a leisurely life now?

“Rosaline, tell me what you want?” he asked as he stepped down from his chair.

“I want to quit.”

His eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Do you want to die?”

Your Highness, you never hold on to people who want to leave, so why’re you being like this to me?

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary

The og fl becomes obsessed with being the only one her husband pays attention to and uhhh it ain’t a good look

I dropped the series cuz the male lead was annoying but I will give him kudos for being a good dad

I just wanna thank that annoying commenter on a manhwa about a lady who starts hating her children bc they’re taking up her husband’s attention by claiming anyone that held negative opinions for doing so was being inconsiderate of an “obvious” case of postpartum depression. You really helped me get into the mindset of people that bend over backwards to justify the terrible actions characters take against innocents. Again, thank you.