I donât really post any of my fics anywhere even though Iâve made some.. mainly jjk x reader.. this acc is meant to just be more of a browsing acc where I just favourite fics I like- definitely too nervous to ever reach out to anyone. Who knows, maybe Iâll get bored enough and actually post one soon!
A bit about me ! á(ââ¸âźâś)á
My hobbies include working out, drawing, obviously reading.. I feel awkward even just interacting with blogs even though Iâve had tumblr for a LONG time. (⼠ᴠâĽ)
I enjoy writing but mostly keep it to myself.. I also go by Caracalla because I love learning about Ancient Rome and ancient history in general! Caracalla was far from a good emperor but hes definitely interesting to learn about.
Music wise Iâm all over the place.. I love K-pop (mostly 2nd gen groups like SHINee, Jewelry S, and TVXQ) but I also enjoy justâ a bit of everything from R&B to V-kei (I LOVE Gulu Gulu Iâve been a fan since 2021) my favourite song right now though has to be NEON by Jonghyun! (Ëśáľ áľ áľËś)
Anyways this page might not be updated at all after this..I just thought Iâd put SOMETHING on here just to let people know Iâm actually a real person or something; but again Iâm open to posting the fics that ARE collecting dust in my notes..
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Also did this yesterday!!! For some reason all my other files disappeared soooo all my past art went out the window..đ anyways yes Sasuke has a vivienne Westwood necklace my boys got drip
First part of a fic im currently writing in my notes.. requested by a friend, sorry if anyone has done this before!! Also feedback is encouraged and appreciated since this is the first fic im posting though I doubt anyoneâs going to come across it
Satoru was..somewhat of a shut in. She could hardly ever keep a job for more than a few weeks, and even though her parents are supportive (well her mother, her father was nothing but a drunk) through and through- she doesnât like how independent sheâs trying to be. Only twenty, in her minds she was nothing but a naive girl who needed protection. Well.. in all fairness, Satorus mother had every right to worryâ it was only a few months ago when she got discharged from a psychiatric facility, now she were walking on egg shells around her own daughter.
When Satoru was smaller, sheâd imagine a different life. One where she was out of her parents house by nineteen, living in a small yet fully furnished apartment.. yet with the rising living costsâ more and more youth have found it convenient to just stay with their parents and work. And that did work for her for a while.. but she still felt trapped in a way. Nobody knew her internally; what she truly liked. Not that she really knew herself anyways with her lack of experience.. and yet after another day wasted scanning the news papers for any sort of job that came off as âeasyâ or âcomfortableâ enough her parents would be happy with, she found herself listening to the same audio cassette she had been listening to for the past couple days.. it had a simple title,
âHow To Come Out as a Dominant/Submissive.â
Something akin to a self-help tape, it went over topics of self discovery, how big of a spectrum love was, and how you could find pleasure in pain during intimate moments and could ultimately lead to a feeling of self-liberation. That didnât last long though as she found a particular advertisement.. some big shot attorney named Suguru Geto was in need of a typist and legal secretary. That didnât sound too bad.. maybe this was what she had been destined to do- a simple job falling right into her lap (though it took a few weeks of searching) she doesnât think twice before applying..
Things went.. weirdly, but she didnât dislike it per seâ even though some of the questions Ms. Geto asked were wildly inappropriate- yet she got the job! Even though shed go onto make several spelling mistakes..
It didnât take long for things to go south. Satoru already had numerous spelling mistakes and other clerical errors under her belt. Truly, she wouldâve probably been fired a lot sooner hadnât Suguru taken a..liking to her obedient behavior.
Satoru had always had issues with self-harm..
Particularly cutting and burning herself. She had picked up the habit even after getting out of the psychiatric facility, though Suguru found it hard to ignore the marks sheâd seen a countless number of times on her employees sheer-tight covered thighs.
Commanding her to stop, to never hurt herself again one afternoon.. it stirred something in Satorus mind. An actual command, she enjoyed beingâ not controlled, but guided by Suguru. and the same day she was confronted, she took the box that held the same objects she used to harm herself with; and threw it over a bridge into a body of water. All it took was a confrontation with her boss, suddenly she didnât have any desire to do such things anymore even after years of struggling... There was a certain look in Sugurus eyes when sheâd confronted her..it made her face warm just thinking back to it.
âYou will never, ever cut yourself again. Do you understand..?â Ever-authoritative, there was a glint of genuine care in her eyes. It left Satoru speechless, sheâd only manage a meek nod in response.
Now, Satoru thought herself a good typist..but she kept making spelling error after spelling error. The job was dull, sure- but she told Ms. Geto she could handle dull work. That she enjoyed dull work. Days go on with numerous typos before sheâs eventually called into Sugurus office..
Nothing couldâve prepared her for the position she was in now, bent over her bosses desk- her paper with numerous spelling errors laid out in front of her, hit after hit landing on her ass.
âWhat is wrong with you? Type and answer the phone, is that beyond you?â Suguru almost sneers, landing another hit, the skin below blooming into a deep red.
âI- Iâm sorry..â is all Satoru could force out after a particularly rough hit, though that didnât change the fact that she was finding pleasure in this.. a small smile slowly crept is way onto her lips, her hands moving to grip the edge of the desk.
âDonât apologize to me,â Suguru utters,
âI expect you to stop making these frivolous mistakes, do you understand me?â
Another hit lands, and this time a small whine slips past Satorus lips before she could stop it- though she quickly responds with a small âyes maâam.â
âGood..â her bosses hand gently rubs over her sore ass, soothing the hot red skin underneathâ the fresh handprint slowly beginning to fade.
The niceties didnât last long though, after a few seconds Suguru pulls her panties and tights back up for her- a soft kiss lands itself onto Satorus neck before she pulls away completely; a deep red lip stain being left in its wake..
And that concludes part one! again, if anyone has any commentary or anything based off my writing pls hmu or comment!!!