Kiss My Beast

Gi Tae-Yong (기태용) - Meaning "Rise Great Dragon" CEO of Blvk Clothing. I once was a Great Violinist.

[wytaeyong]

wyeunji‌:

The sound of his voice was enough to make her sigh, as she settled down in the chair in front of his desk, bag going to rest on her lap. Oh did she wish she did not have to deal with him, especially now with her current state - but it was something she prided herself on, being there with every deal that had her name on it. “Listen. Taeyong.” The formalities were dropped as she was growing annoyed. Couldn’t he just sign without opening his mouth to say some smart comment? “I don’t know how you handle business, and frankly I don’t care. However, I keep a hands-on approach to my work, anything that says SONG EUN-JI, I’m there for it. Which is why I never have screw ups in my businesses. Now can you say the same?” A smirk played on her lips as she rests her cheek on her hand. “I know you don’t like seeing me, but its only once a year - or whenever you turn on the news. But I’m sure men like you don’t watch informative programming, now do you?” A soft chuckle leaves her lips, “Just sign the papers and if you have any issues we can discuss them.”

♛ — Taeyong couldn’t very well tell the other that he had no desire to see her. They were both aware neither liked one another but to out right say it broke the rules of business. At least, it broke his rules. ❝I’ve never had a screw up in my business, so yes. I can say the same, Eunji.❞ Like her, he dropped all pleasantries. A sigh was held in as he took his pen, scrawling his name along the appropriate line before sliding it back to her. ❝Men like me? How insulting. I see you have lower standards than I’d imagined. What a shame.❞

[wytaeyong]

wymcrw‌:

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The universe has a rather twisted sense of humour.

Or perhaps it just enjoys poetic justice. Chuanchen really isn’t sure. Whatever the case it seems to revel in constantly reminding him of what might have been, in showing him the prizes that he could have won if only he’d been a little smarter. Living in the only apartment that he can afford which just so happens to be in the shadow of Wonyang’s grandest accommodation, forced to work in a bar just a few streets away from the empty husk of his own failed attempt. Pouring drinks for others that cost more than his entire food budget for the week.

From what he sees and what he hears, the Calypso isn’t doing much better. Most months they barely seem to take in enough to make ends meet. The faces remain the same, a handful of familiar regulars who keep the place afloat, but new ones are sparse. Not that Chuanchen really cares. They make enough to pay him, and that’s all that really matters. Besides, it’s far easier to charm the old guard into tipping than building a rapport with a horde of newcomers.

It’s as he’s stood behind the dimly lit bar wiping down glasses that the door creaks open and a face more familiar than most crosses the threshold. Taeyong has done a lot for him over the years. In fact, he’s one of the only people to see the depths to which Chuanchen fell, and the one who enabled him to pull himself back from the brink of ruin. Things have been ever so slightly more tense between them since he was unceremoniously (in his eyes at least) forced to stand on his own two feet, but there’s a level of respect and platonic affection that remains undeniable.

“Long time no see, old man. What brings you down from the ivory tower?” He calls out over the gentle hum of life permeating the room, focus returning to the highball glass that he’d previously been drying. “And what are you having? First round is on the house.”

♛ — Taeyong had been in need of a new scene, new environment. The bars he normally went to were crowded and noisy and his brain simply couldn’t deal with all the noise today. It’d been pure chance that the Calypso had been his bar of choice this evening, he hadn’t known his old house guest had worked there. Normally he kept up with him, but he hadn’t wanted to spy on the other.

♛ — ❝What a pleasant surprise running into you.❞ Taeyong greets the other with a smile, warm and genuine for the other. He had had to force the other from his home- tough love- but that did not mean he didn’t care about how the other turned out. Should he ever end up homeless again, he would take him back into his home to keep him off the streets.

♛ — He gives a hum in thought. ❝Whiskey, neat. The best this place has, please.❞

[wytaeyong]

When your muse was younger, did they believe in Santa Claus? If so, how long did they hold this belief and at what point did they stop believing in him? If not, why? Suppose your muse has kids, would your muse teach their children to believe in Santa Claus? Why or Why not? 

He never believed in Santa, his parents being too much of realists to raise him to believe. He was the sort of child to inform his peers that he didn't exist and get in trouble. Taeyong didn't have many friends in his youth as you can imagine. Should he ever have children, I feel like he'd let them believe. As an adult he realizes the importance of such magical things to a child and looks forward to having a family and seeing the look on their face when they write Santa a letter

[soulbled]

To survive you have to build connections. It’s all about connections && using them. The words of his father often repeated in Felix’s ear in the most inconvenient of times. Or maybe, he should call this round something more convenient. Since after all, the job Felix had decided to take was because he wanted to build connections. On the side, maybe there was a bit of this thing called curiosity. Okay, that was a lie he was q u i t e curious how the fashion industry worked behind all the glamour.

But curious or not ready or not, Felix is human && as all human people can be, he’s a bit nervous about what to expect. Hierarchy in work was a thing && by that definition he could technically be pushed around. However, he hopes that he will be able to get around this decently because he really didn’t want his first legal job in the workforce to be something he wanted to vomit over.

❝　Sajang-nim,　❞ Felix calls from beyond the door that leads into the office. He was exactly ten minutes early. something he calculated. Along with the smile on his face && the rather neat attire he’s wearing right now.  ❝　This is Felix Won…the new intern reporting for work.　❞

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[wytaeyong]

♛ — Taeyong had forgotten about the new intern, though he’d never admit that. He was buried under a mountain of paperwork when the boy walked in, barely lifting his gaze beyond a cursory flicker. ❝Good.❞ He lifts a file- rather thick file-, holding it out.  ❝Go through these papers and make sure everything is signed correctly. If it is, file it in the cabinet.❞

♛ — Taeyong didn’t have time to baby sit a new intern, he had to simply hope he had the training needed to folow those simple instructions. ❝If a signature is missing, bring the page over to me.❞ He points to a desk in the corner.  ❝For today use that desk so I can keep an eye on you.❞

[amoryllies]

The cool wind blew through her hair, this caused her to press the jacket she wore closer to her body. It was becoming winter fast and she did not enjoy it, however, people would think she did considering her hard outer shell. A well-manicured hand pushed open the door of the fashion building - her destination for this meeting. Honestly, she did not want to come here, after all the man-in-charge was not her favorite person. They met at a charity function some years ago but never really talked much other than business deals. She would invest in his business as long as he donated a share to her charity organizations. It was a win-win the perfect working relationship, yet she found him unbearable to be around. The woman let out a soft sigh as she pushed her way past the security office, flashing a smile as she did. It only took five minutes to be standing in front of his office, what a pleasure. The woman composed herself, brushing out her clothes and fixing her hair before entering ( @wytaeyong )’s office, taking strong strides as she did. “Well hello Taeyong-ssi, I see you’re doing well today.” her voice was upbeat, fake, and professional as she reached into her bag to pull out the folder that would go over their yearly agreement. “It’s that time of year again.” She placed the folder down on the table, producing a soft thud. “Same deal as last year should be a quick exchange.”

[wytaeyong]

♛ — He was running late that morning, which meant he was grumpier than normal. Taeyong hated running late. Not that he looked like he was running late- his hair was well groomed, his suit wrinkle free and tailored to his form. But internally he felt rushed. All thanks to his lack of secretary. However there was little he could do about the matter except sip his coffee and looked through his meetings for the day. 

♛ — A sigh escaped him when he saw that it was time for his yearly meeting with Eunji. She came off so cold- Taeyong was last to admit he did as well- and something about her simply ruffled his feathers. But their business relationship was profitable, and he was nothing if not a business man. ❝Good morning, Miss Eunji.❞ There was no pleasantries beyond the polite tone to his voice.  ❝I don’t understand why you couldn’t simply send it via courier. There is little to no reason to come yourself every year.❞

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[wytaeyong]

♛ — Lube is poured into a cup he’d set beside the other on the table, fingers dipping into it before dropping to curl around the swelling organ between Fox’s thighs. Stroked over it it smooth, slow strokes, hardening it between his digits. ❝Does it feel good, Fox?❞ He murmurs the words in the others ear, working from base to tip as the others body laid heavily back against his own. His other hand slide up the others torso, scratching at skin, teasing over hardened nipples.

[wytaeyong]

wyxfox‌:

His slacks aren’t removed, simply his shirt. No need to get it dirty.. Walking over to the bench, he lets out a soft hum. “Straddle it... with your hips here...” He points to a section about a foot from the edge. “Then hang your arms down. Again, be comfortable.”

Instructions given, Taeyong makes his way to the bedroom, opens the drawer he kept his toys at. A pair of manacles are taken out, soft and padded. Some lube, a ring in case his sub couldn’t control himself. And then he’s walking out in socked feet to kneel beside him. The manacles are secured around each wrist, the chain below the bench and behind the others knees. He’d be unable to reach up, unable to do anything to stop him.

With him secured, He settles behind the other, hips meeting the others ass as he got comfortable. “You will not cum. You will tell me when you get close to orgasm. If you do cum, i will make it so you cannot cum and you will stay on the edge for the rest of the evening while I myself am allowed release via your mouth.” His lips moved along the others ear as he spoke. “Am I clear, Fox?” 

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[wytaeyong]

Tie was loosened as he tapped in his keycode, shoes toed off the moment he walked in. Fox’s scent hit him the moment he walked in but he didn’t acknowledge him, not until he was padding into the kitchen. An arm slid around the others waist, pulled him back against him. His own stomach tightened in anticipation as his lips brushed over the fabric covers shoulder. “Strip.” A simple command, hand trailing down over the others hip before he steps back.

The suit jacket was slipped free as he turned away, knowing his sub would do as told. It’s hung up before hes undoing the buttons of his shirt, peeling it off as well as the sound of fabric rustled behind him. “After, make your way to the bench in the kitchen. Get comfortable... you’ll be there a while.”

[wytaeyong]

wyxfox‌:

♛ — Eyes narrow at the blatant dropping of the title sir, but he doesn’t bother reprimanding- not at this moment anyways. For now he simply sighs and makes his way to his closet, sliding it open to thumb through the suits within. He would deal with Fox later on, watching the tattooed american walk from the room from the corner of his eye. Much later.

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[wytaeyong]

♛ — His alarm went off, and Taeyong was instantly awake. A blessing, and a habit, after years of waking up at 6am sharp. A breath was taken in, deep and calming to help oxygenate his body and wake himself up further. Arms tightened around him, sleepy murmurs begging him to stay. Lips pressed to his body, skated over sinewy skin in a silent plea to keep the man in bed. But Taeyong had work, and he was never late. Pulling free from clinging fingers, he stood and stretched beside the bed, warming up muscles and getting them ready for the day. ❝We both know I don’t skip work, Fox. You’ll have to survive on your own.❞ His tone was amused as he spoke, fingers carding through his hair.

♛ — Teeth close around skin and he sighs- have in the enjoyment of it and half in exasperation at his sub. While he enjoyed the neediness, the distractions in the morning were unneeded. ❝I look glorious in a suit.❞ Fingers tug at him, make him stumble backwards a step before he’s turning, fingers cupping jaw and tilting the head backwards. And for a second, he is terribly tempted to stay, that pout on pierced tiers making blood pool south in his body. His head shook and he drew away, letting out a breath. ❝You need a lesson in self control it seems, as you have little to none. Meet me here at 9pm sharp.❞ Leaning down, he places a chaste kiss to those tempting lips before stepping away. ❝I must shower and dress. feel free to use the other bathroom and make yourself breakfast, you know my rules well enough by now that I shouldn’t have to repeat them, I assume?❞

[wytaeyong]

How do you feel about the current business that you're running? Where do you see it in five years time?

I love my business. It’s successful and provides people who enjoy the alternative style with affordable but well made clothing. In 5 years? I see myself in the same spot, but with several more physical stores opened around the world.

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Stoya | Melissa Tofton S/S 2016 ph. Katja Mayer

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Smiling angel, we will wait for you! 😇 D - 361

[fantasyworldbb]

Smiling angel, we will wait for you! 😇 D - 358

[wytaeyong]

Anger: What makes your muse angry? How do they express their anger? Is your muse likely to take their frustrations out on others? When was the last time your muse felt angry? Is your muse prone to being angry often? What or who calms them down? How do they feel after they’ve relaxed? 

“Stocks are down 3%. The branch in Paris is delayed by 6 months.” Taeyong pinched the bridge of his nose as the secretary read off the notes. Heat filled his chest, his neck, his face. Anger. Normally his anger was cold, but this? This quickened his breath and made him hot under the collar. “Why is it delayed?” Stony words that didn’t hold the same heat he felt, instead were cold enough to freeze. The woman hesitated, stuttered. “Answer the Question.” Bit out words, almost a growl. “I-I forgot to file the paper for the permit, Mister Gi.” Barely audible, Taeyongs blood boiling. “You’re fired. Gather your thigns and be out by the end of the hour.” “But-” “I said youre fired!” Booming voice, filled with the same heat that beat at his throat. He was a perfectionist and he didn’t allow for such mistakes.

Taeyong went through secretaries the way most went through chips. No one was ever good enough, but rarely was he this enraged. The woman left and he sat heavily in his seat, rubbing his forehead. Deep breathes, counting them evenly to begin calming himself down. Ear buds were retrieved from his desk, popped into his ears. Phone taken to turn on music to drown out the anger and ease it. Music always helped, like a healing balm that stroked over the heat and calmed it. And when the anger was cold, it warmed it up, allowing him to breathe. It wasn’t often that he got angry, very rarely honestly unless someone fucked up. But when he did, the whole building trembled with it. 

As the music worked its magic, he could feel the tension leaving his shoulders, the ache between his brows disappear. A breath could be taken without burning. Eyes opened, the earbuds removed so he could hit a button on his phone. “Please have someone send in the resumes for secretaries. Thank you.”

[wytaeyong]

At what times does he feel the most vulnerable?

Late in evenings before bed. It’s when his mind is settling down and he starts to quiet for bed. It’s during this time when he realizes how alone he is

[wytaeyong]

Your muse is out and about when they are approached by a crying kid who explains that they’ve lost their mother. Write out the interaction between the kid and your muse.

♛ — Kids rarely approached him, which was always odd to Taeyong. He wore a smile on his face, he thought he looked friendly. And yet they rarely walked up to him. Maybe there was just something off about him that startled children. Whatever it was, it didn’t stop the little girl from tugging at his pant leg, all large eyes and crocodile tears. She’s clearly frightened, and it tugs at the CEOs heart strings. ❝Why the tears, young miss?❞ He asks, a handkerchief pulled from his suit jacket to wipe at chubby cheeks- she couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6. ❝Wheres your mother, hmm?❞

♛ — A stammered out ‘i don’t know!’ that ended in a wail answered his first question and he gently rubbed her back.❝Lets find your mother, okay? I’ll sit you on my shoulders and we can look around for her together, alright?❞ A teary nod and he’s lifting her onto his shoulders, fingers holding onto tiny hands. ❝Hold on tight, tiny princess.❞ It didn’t take long for the frantic mother to spot her daughter high above the crowd, rushing towards them. There are tears on both of their faces, the pair all tight hugs and scolding on the mothers part about running off, then all grateful words to Taeyong. He gives a gentle but firm reminder to the mom to keep a better eye on her child before patting the tiny girls cheek. Her hug made him feel warm, and for the first time in his life he realized he wanted a family of his own, watching them walk off.