#bubbling stream design

[marmosetpaw]

#warrior cats #wc designs #bubbling stream #shadowclan #windclan #starclan #moth flight's vision

[lemnnshark]

"Bubbling Stream is a white she-cat with yellow splotches. She has soft fur, and blue eyes."

#warrior cats #bubbling stream #bubbling stream wc #warrior cats designs #windclan #shadowclan #cute name actually

[sparklestardesigns]

I know you drew micah, Blue Whisker, and Moth flight but can you draw the whole family?! please??? Moth flight, Micah, Blue Whisker, Bubbling Stream, Spider Paw, and Honey Pelt??? PLEASE????

haha i actually got the siblings right here ! tho i wasnt sure if u meant like drawn all together but as a little goofy treat, enjoy a lil doodle of them all together c:

#warrior cat #warrior cats #sparklecat #sparkle cat #warriors #wc design #micah design #micah wc #micah #honey pelt #bubbling stream wc #spiderpaw #blue whisker #warrior designs #warrior design #wcart #wcs #wc art #artwork #my art #warriors cats #warriors cat #warriorcats #warrior #i would totally tag the whole gang but im... weeeeh lazy AHAHAH

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Angel: Fancy Milk Tea

Designer's Reflection: Fancy Milk Tea

Obtained: Casual Drinks workshop

Rarity: SR

Attribute: Pink/Sweet

Awakened Suit: Black Sugar Milk Tea

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Boba Obsession

Chapter 2 - Hardships and Inspiration

Chapter 3 - Popular Channel

Story - summarized

Angel loves boba tea. She even has a channel online dedicated to boba tea: the many flavors, the various toppings, the secret menu, how to pick a flavor for your mood...

Despite how much hard work she puts in, her channel remains slow.

Nevertheless, she still maintains enthusiasm with every new shop and special. And one of her favorite shops just opened a new branch. Angel heads straight there, eagerly waiting in line behind a man who has a long, long, long list of drinks to order.

Finally, she has her own boba, as well as two more for Nikki and Momo. She goes to their nail salon and gives them their favorite teas. As the friends chat and do their nails, Angel brings up her struggle with the channel. She also mentions that she tried fashion designing, but nothing stood out to her as good.

Nikki suggests combining bubble tea with designing. After their meet-up, Angel gets a bolt of inspiration: not only add boba elements to her clothes, but model them on camera when she does her blogs.

Sure enough, within a couple weeks, her channel hits 10,000 fans. All of them adore her style, and some want to buy copies of her designs. All is going well for Angel... until she ends up in line behind a man who has a long, long, long list of drinks to order. Again.

Connections

-Angel continues to come to Nikki's nail salon. Even if you hire Chi Xiaoyu or Helz to take over business for a day, you can check your customers list, and you will always see Angel at least twice throughout the week.

-Momo loves the social media spotlight as you can tell, and he got his big break in Pumpkin Witch when he displayed his very first design online.

Fun Facts

-Another name for bubble tea is "boba tea" because of two things: the tapioca balls look like colorful bubbles in the tea, and also because the Chinese word for tapioca balls sounds like "boba." You can learn more about this Taiwanese drink here.

-While Angel is a regular customer at Nikki's salon, no nail art was released alongside this suit.

-One of Angel's fans commented that she had "tres-cool designs." Tres is French for "very" and it's pronounced "tray" or "treh." Some people think it's trendy to drop French words in their comments or dialogue.

-I personally like how a design based after a sugary-sweet drink gets the Sweet attribute. It's a play-on-words.

#angel #shining nikki #designer's reflection #fancy milk tea #pink attribute #sweet #boba tea #bubble tea #milk tea #blog #live stream #art #artist's block #nail salon #secret menu #workshop #casual drinks #sr designer #apple federation

[stillreadingwarriors]

Moth Flight

Originally posted on August 26th, 2018

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#my art #traditional art #warrior cats #warriors #digital art #starclan #queen #warrior cats designs #medicine cat #rogue #loner #windclan #white #moth flight #blue whisker #bubbling stream

[nerianasims]

"Think of the two major possibilities here: Either the studios owe untold millions to their talents and paying it out will decimate their stock prices, or they owe so little because there really is no money in streaming and the bubble of their entire 21st century business model will burst in spectacular fashion. And make no mistake: this is a bubble. This is the inevitable climax of a stockholder-driven hunger for infinite growth, despite the fact that, by design, such a thing cannot and should not exist. The infection of Wall Street has overwhelmed the entertainment industry beyond repair, leading to cultural vandals like David Zaslav to be appointed with the callous duty of strip-mining decades’ of artistic beauty for pennies of tax write-offs. The past and future are frivolous in comparison to the short-term demands that the line keep going up."

#pajiba #wga/sag strike

[religiousbattlecats]

"Why do we have to join new Clans? Why can’t Storm Pelt and Eagle Feather and Dew Nose?"

Bubbling Stream!

#bubbling stream #bubbling stream warrior cats #warrior cats #windclan #shadowclan #warrior cats designs #warriors designs #wc designs

[mortalityplays]

You need more free art.

I quit my job yesterday. Well, actually I quit my job eight weeks ago, but they finally released me yesterday for good behaviour. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do - but I do it for the wrong reasons. Working for major charities, you learn very fast that 'I want to make the world a better place' is a phrase you use to ask people for money, not to give them things. I was an ass-backwards fit for that world.

You need more free art. I need more free art. Everyone has felt the shift in our media landscape over the last ten years, away from access and towards nickel-and-diming the human experience. That lack of access is making life and culture worse for all of us, across the board. Paywalled news sites leave us less informed, attacks on the Internet Archive leave us less capable of research. Algorithmic social feeds and streaming walled gardens trap us inside smaller and smaller demographic bubbles, where we are increasingly only likely to encounter ideas that have been curated for us by marketing departments. Hasty efforts to resist AI commodification have only led to more artists locking their work away and calling for even more onerous systems of copyright law. This is not good for us.

We all need more free art.

So what am I going to do about it?

This is a question I have been asking myself for years. It's easy to sit here feeilng frustrated and thinking 'boy I hope SOMEONE does SOMETHING'. It's harder to take action in a world where I still have rent to pay. But hard doesn't mean impossible. Sometimes hard just means time-consuming, frustrating and slow. And sometimes it's worth doing something time-consuming, frustrating and slow because...I want to make the world a better place.

I'm going to do this:

1. From April 1st, I am relaunching as a freelance writer and editor.

This is the one that will (hopefully) help to pay the bills. I am a very good and experienced editor. I've worked on hollywood movies, I'm a member of the Chartered Institute of Editors and Proofreaders, I have clients who have been coming to me exclusively for more than 10 years.

Alongside bigger contract jobs, I am going to refocus on offering my services to small-press creators at a reduced rate. That means you, graphic novelists. That means you, itch and amazon writers. I want to help you develop your work, the same way I help large organisations. You can learn more about what an editor even does and what kind of pricing you can expect here.

2. I'm also going to start giving shit away. Like, constantly.

Next week I'm going to launch a new free shop. If you're unfamiliar, a free shop, giveaway shop, swap shop, etc. is an anarchist tradition of setting up a storefront where anyone can take what they like for no cost. Offline, this often means second-hand clothes, tools, furniture, food etc. Online, I am going to be giving away digital art. Copyright-free, no strings attached. It will (eventually) feature everything from print-res posters to zines, poems, tattoo flash, t-shirt designs and anything else we come up with.

Yes, I said 'we' - while this is a curated collection, it will feature work from a variety of credited and anonymous artists and activists, all of whom have agreed to give their work away to the public domain. Some of it will be practical, some of it will be political, but a lot of it will be decorative or personal. This is, in part, a response to recent difficulty I had finding somewhere that would print a one-off joke poster for a friend that featured the word 'faggot'. Enough. No middlemen - no explaining ourselves. Just print our shit and enjoy it.

I'm very, very excited about this project. I'll have more to say about it closer to the launch, but you can expect it to go live on March 27th.

2.2 I forgot to mention the ACTUAL LAUNCH GIVEAWAY

To celebrate my launch, I am going to be giving away a ton of physical prints. When I went looking for my old stock to see if it was worth setting a new (paid) storefront up, I realised I had way more old work in storage than I thought. This will be announced in its own right on Monday, but this is why I've been hinting you should go follow my Patreon.

On April 1st, I will pick 8 random patrons (from across all tiers including non-paying followers!) and mail them a bundle of assorted prints and postcards. The prize pool includes A3 and A4 posters, packs of A6 postcards, and printed minicomics that I've previously sold for up to £12 each.

You don't have to be a paying subscriber to enter - this is strictly no-purchase necessary. It is purely and entirely a celebration of the concept of GIVING ART AWAY FOR FREE.

3. PORN, YOU PERVERTS

Because I still have to pay to stay alive, I am going to be subsidising all this free art with the introduction of Fuck You Fridays. Starting from March 29th, I will drop a new 18+ short story on the last Friday of every month, over on itch.io (yes I know my page is desolate right now, don't worry I'll get there).

The first edition, Go Fuck Yourself, is about, well - telling your boss where to stick it. Julia has had it with her millionaire man-child manager, and is just about ready to let him know what she really thinks. It's a short and steamy 5k words, with a gorgeous cover illustration by @taylor-titmouse, and you can pick it up for $3 starting from March 29th.

4. ANOTHER BIG SURPRISE

I'm keeping this one under wraps for now, but April 1st will also play host to one more (FREE) launch. If you've been following me for a long time, you might remember the other significance of this date (no not April Fool's day, though that is certainly thematically relevant to this entire effort). That's all I'll say right now. Watch this space.

tl;dr: I'm sick of paywalls and career ladders. I'm literally putting my money where my mouth is. More free art for everyone and I'm not kidding around!!!

#announcement #please reblog let's make this HAPPEN

[thestrawberrygirly]

150 things to do when you're bored 🧸🍰🍓

make a journal and write down about your dreams.

try baking a cake.

draw sanrio characters.

learn choreo of the song 'war of hormones' by bts.

stream bts songs or your favorite band's songs.

clean your room.

play any cute mobile games like Purrfect Tale, Resonance of Ocean, Resortopia, Sumikkogurashi Farm, Rhythm Hive, HelloKittyWorld2 Sanrio Kawaii and more. (these are available on android)

plant some trees.

watch any ghibli studio movie.

declutter your phone.

watch some aesthetic japan vlogs.

read a book.

do some skincare.

make a playlist on spotify about the songs you would like to play if you owned a cute café.

write a book about your dream world.

do pilates.

try coquette aesthetic makeup.

start crocheting.

go for a bicycle ride.

have picnic with friends or alone.

watch youtube videos.

go stargazing.

try skateboarding.

go for a walk and observe the beautiful nature and then journal about it.

try cooking with your partner or friends

make a youtube channel.

start a side hustle.

start blogging.

read your favorite blogs.

listen a podcast.

write a song about your favorite person.

make music on bandlab.

write down goals you want to achieve.

learn new language.

re-organise your closet.

take a day off from social media.

take a nap.

organise your pinterest boards.

write a poem.

write a letter to yourself.

make a cute diy necklace.

invent a cute game to play with your friends.

learn to count in another language.

look through a cookbook and try something new.

water the plants.

pray.

try meditating for 5 minutes.

read my blogs :) <3

draw cute doodles.

make cute things out of air dry clay.

create cute diy stickers.

bake cookies in cute fun shapes.

build a blanket fort and read a book inside while eating snacks.

create a scrapbook of favorite memories.

paint rocks with colorful cute designs.

make cute bracelets for your bestfriend.

write a cute story about fairies.

make homemade popsicles with fruit juice.

watch the sunset or sunrise and take a moment to appreciate the beauty of nature.

go for a nature walk and collect interesting leaves or stones.

have a movie marathon with your favorite films.

have a fashion show with clothes from your closet.

design and decorate your own phone case.

create a memory jar filled with notes of happy moments.

design and paint your own ceramic plant pots.

learn about law of attraction.

do research about the history of something of your interest like 'how it was invented?', 'who started it?'.

create your own font.

play an old online game.

try a coloring app.

work on your wish list.

paint your nails.

take a bubble bath.

start a garden.

make your own short movie with your phone.

complete a puzzle.

write about the most beautiful dream you have ever saw.

organize your house.

make a smoothie.

put an appreciation message on a balloon and let it go.

complete a challenge like 30 day self care challenge, 30 day writing challenge and more.

visit a local art gallery.

watch a lecture or TED talk.

read a self-help book.

read a book on astronomy.

click aesthetic pictures of nature.

make your phone look aesthetic.

give your bedroom a makeover on ghibli studio aesthetic.

create a toothpick tower.

practice writing from your non dominate hand.

write about what a day in your dream life looks like.

take out your pet for a walk.

make something wearable for your pet.

learn about how to beat procrastination.

make a little plushie out of your old socks.

learn a new skill.

make a cute website in carrd.co.

write down 10 things you're grateful for.

sit by a river.

visit a local bakery.

walk around a lake.

scroll on pinterest about nature.

walk in the rain.

watch classic films.

watch fashion shows on youtube.

get a haircut.

drink water, take care of yourself <3

read some beauty tips.

watch ballet videos.

write a quote on moon.

say yes to everything for a day.

read some interesting articles.

watch your comfort movie.

write a fiction story.

make your own calendar.

have an indoor picnic with your partner.

write a list of things you will do with your bestie.

crochet something for your loved one or yourself.

learn graphic designing.

write 10 beautiful things about yourself.

make paper stars.

explore interesting websites.

explore your neighborhood.

make a yummy snack.

make hwachae.

try origami.

write a list of your favorite songs explaining why you love it.

watch run bts.

read some manga.

make strawberry cake.

watch conan gray's old vlogs <3

watch onegai my melody :D

design and launch a cute social media challenge to spread positivity and creativity online.

host a themed dinner party with your friends where everyone dresses up and brings a dish from a different culture.

have a spa day at home complete with homemade facemasks, bath bombs, and soothing music.

design a pretty jewellery.

draw your dream house.

try out guided meditation videos (you will find in youtube).

learn about a new culture.

make homemade jam.

do a random act of kindness.

research and plan a future trip.

try a new type of workout video.

research and practice self-defense techniques.

try a new type of creative writing (screenwriting, playwriting, etc.).

try a new type of DIY beauty product (lip balm, body scrub, etc.).

watch a documentary.

learn about constellations and stargaze.

practice calligraphy.

do a riddle.

🌷follow me on instagram <3🌷

#150 things to do when you're bored #jnquette #self care #self healing #self love #self worth #loablr #wonyoungism #pink pilates princess #studyblr

[notscarsafe]

OKAY SO what with the TWO new Hermits implied by the updated banner I will say that, though the Skizz truthers have me convinced, I now have room to do my own crazy red string monologue and throw my hat in for my choice

1) Mythical J. Sausage (the J is silent) is a multitalented S-tier builder that absolutely deserves to be shoulder to shoulder with the Hermits. The man does buildings, interiors, terraforming, custom trees, and he does them SO WELL.

2) The production values!!! Beautiful replay mod sequences with shifting camera perspectives, shaders, music that sets the tone for each segment that's different from series to series. He already has more than a million followers on YouTube and for good reason!!

3) He has been SO consistent lately. He started a hardcore world about three months ago (about the time you might expect the Hermits to finalize their s10 choices maybe...???) and already has 15 episodes and hasn't gotten involved in any other big content. (He did just start playing a little of the BCG server but from what I understand that's super casual /copium copium copium).

4) That hardcore world is conveniently about to reach a good "pause" point. He started his world on a cherry blossom biome island that he's filled with a medieval village and starter farms, he's said it's almost full and what's left is the castle. I'm guessing the new season will start the first week of February, so if Sausage puts out a video this week building out that Castle and finishing that island it will be MIGHTY CONVENIENT TIMING.

5) This man can GRIND. His Hardcore world hasn't even been going half a year and he's built... So much??? Magnificent! And when he was on the Hermitcraft server he did the Razorcrest for scar AND the player head baby yoda/stormtrooper merch AND the noteblock themesong AND still built in the xmas village and other "diamond of peace" and so many other shenanigans. Did the man even sleep? He can grind with the best of them.

6) He can do redstone, too! Maybe not unique designs, I honestly don't know, but he builds farms for build materials no problem.

7) The DRAMA this man loves his improv and his backstory and trauma lore! For every series he does! Can you imagine if he gets to interact with Ren for an extended period of time, what that would do to them, to us?? Give Martyn a run for his money!!

8) Which brings me to my next point, which is that Sausage is already One of The Gang, because he's been in series with so many of the Hermits already! Empires and the crossover, obviously, but also Pirates with Cleo and Origins with Scar, and he's even done MCC! Joel is the only other player with the same depth of different series but there are other people truthing him already.

9) The EPIC BROMANCE with Pearl. My god the devotion of this man to his sunflower goddess bestie. I would try to do ot justice but y'all have seen floweroflaurelins work, you already know.

10) He's already a PG streamer but with HILARIOUSLY PG-13 tendencies. Imagine him and Cleo cracking each other up at an HHH stream, *grips your shoulders* IMAGINE IT.

11) Sausage comes with his own mascot in the form of interdimensional dog extraordinaire Bubbles, but he's also just an animal lover on general. Mans drinks his "I love Jellie" juice and had her in his world even before the sad news of her loss.

12) Diversity win! No one should be hired just for their gender, race, sexuality etc etc unless it's truly necessary to the job, but we were all happy when more women got added to the server in s8 and I know a lot of people would be happy to see some ethnic diversity added, too.

... That bulletin board had a lot more pins in it than I thought it did but anyway MYTHICALSAUSAGE TRUTHERS/ALL OTHER TRUTHERS RISE UP SPEAK YOUR TRUTH! we'll only get to wildly speculate for a few weeks so we might as well make it everyone else's problem ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST!!

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft 10 #hermitcraft s10 #mythicalsausage #hc s10 #new hermit speculation

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Process Heavy

It started off so simply. A friend emailed me a link to a YouTube video promising to teach me about how to get some quick muscle. We had been swearing for months we were going to get on a consistent schedule to go, we just never did. I watched the 20 minute long video quickly. I hardly even noticed when it was over. But I felt energized enough to go on a run. That’s how it would start. I would watch the next video in the series and time would simply slip away. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. An hour. I started noticing changes, little things out of place. My water bottle half drunk in my car. Tee shirts in the laundry when I swore I washed them. Some new supplements I didn’t remember buying. It wasn’t until I popped one on Friday night and came to Monday morning fresh from the shower that I really started to get concerned.

At that point, I began noticing the physical effects. My previously smooth body had begun sprouting hair all over: my chest, my face, my arms, my ass. My voice easily dropped two octaves, deep and bellowing. And the muscle. They were not joking about growing muscle quick. My arms swelled as biceps, triceps, and forearms strained against my taught skin. Abs formed a cobblestone path down to a deep V. Firm pecs we’re established, but not for long. They continued to swell and stick out, heavy and juicy. They were almost hypnotic, the way they would jiggle as I walked. But that was nothing compared to my butt. Bubble would hardly describe it, they were pillow-like. A soft mix of muscle and fat filled out a rear that you could bounce a quarter off. Every part of me swelled and filled with power. That was when the smell really set in. No matter where I was, what I was doing, or how much I would wash I would catch this smell coming off of me. It wasn’t bad, in fact it was deep and masculine in a way that I couldn’t quite describe, but it drove me wild none the less. And I wasn’t the only one. Other bros around me would kind of drift off into their own worlds, with a distinct outline pushing against their pants. I’m not kidding dude, my boss drug me into a meeting last week. He started complaining about how my work was slipping but after just a few minutes he was basically in his own world as he just kinda leaned back in his chair and let it all hang out. I asked if I could go and he just kinda waved me off. There was a faint moan behind me as I closed the door.

At this point whole days were slipping by before I even registered they had started. It was this weekend that I somehow came to during one of my episodes. I was in the sauna in a gym I didn’t recognize. Two bros were in there, zonked out of their minds on my scent. But I realized that wasn’t all. In their state, laid back, sprawled on the bench, mouths hanging open, I saw a stream of liquid dribbling out of one guys mouth. Thick and viscous, I immediately knew the sight of jizz. I stumbled out of the room, leaving my towel behind. I texted my friend who sent me the videos in the first place. I hadn’t seen him since this had all began and I needed answers. I felt my scent catch up with me, tickling at my brain to go back into whatever trance I had been under. I wrapped a fresh towel around my nose and threw on the stringer top, shorts, and sandals I had in my locker. When had my feet grown so big? Free balling, I stormed out to my car and drove towards my friend’s place. When I arrived, the door was almost suspiciously unlocked. Who greeted me inside though was not the curly-haired, lanky, nerdy friend I knew.

He was ripped, oozed confidence, and passed a beer into my hands before I could even process.

“What, not what you were expecting? You didn’t think I would let you have all the fun did you?”

I knew then that this was all his design, his plan for me. I wanted to leave but, every small twitch of this man mesmerized me. Instead, he pushed me onto the couch, covered in his sweaty workout gear, and I began to sip on my beer. He looked me up and down, assessed me like a piece of furniture he wasn’t quite sold on.

“Well, I think you’ve processed long enough. I think it’s time to see what all that training has done.”

He pulled his shirt off and sat facing me in my lap. I was glued to my seat as this man tore my top off of me and pressed our exposed bodies together. My mind tried to to resist but my body betrayed me, as he raised my chin, slid his hand around my neck, and pulled my lips to his. I was enraptured. Our tongues danced as he began exploring my body with his hands. Quickly, he had my arms thrown behind my head as sweat trickled from my pits. He buried his face in and gave them a good sniff.

“Fuck babe, you’re ripe. Not as ripe as these though.”

He threw an arm back and guided my face to his pit. If my scent was good his was pure heroine. It consumed my mind as I felt my cock strain against my shorts. As I worshipped that stench, it kept growing and throbbing. My mind shut down, giving into raw pleasure. Nothing else mattered, I could live on this high alone. In this state, he pulled me out of his pit and asked:

“You want to live like this? You want to be controlled by your master’s scent?”

Fuck I did. Anything, I begged him, please. He gave me one last kiss as he walked out of the room, a video now playing on the TV.

“Then watch”

I felt myself slowly draining. A familiar voice droned out of the speakers, and I was throbbing for the release he would give me. In moments I was floating on nothing but the instructions of my master, and the scent of his used jockstraps lying around me…

Anyone who met you now would have never guessed how you started. A scrawny guy, stressed day in and day out at your corporate job, and cripplingly lonely. Any memories you had of that life were left somewhere in an apartment, nothing but dried cum on the floor and wall. The new you was sexy, outgoing, and confident. You worked out non-stop and did everything your master said to. You are dumb and obedient, with not a thought behind that flirtatious wink. But above all, you are horny. And guys can smell it. They can’t do anything but relax and submit, prostates being milked as they moan for more. The best get brought home and watch a few videos before being sent out into the world. Flex, fuck, propagate.

#male transformation #hypnosis #mind corruption #mind control #musk #jockification #jock #fml

[eunbitchh]

sit back & watch me ride

*18+ MDNI*

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: thigh riding, slight degradation (inner monologue), teensy tiny hint of perv mike, praise, mike cums untouched lol

title based off a lyric from this song, stream it & stan chungha:

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the familiar sound of the front door opening and shutting and the heavy steps of mikes work shoes filled the halls, catching your attention from the bathroom where you were just finishing moisturizing your skin after having a warm bubble bath to ease the days anxieties away. you peek your head out of the bathroom door and see mikes figure in the distance hanging up his security vest along with putting his wallet and keys in their designated spot not too far from the front door. you quickly finish up moisturizing your skin and slide on your bed shirt (his shirt, specifically) and a sheer pair of lacey panties so you can go greet him after his long nigh shift he had just come home from.

“hey mike, how was work?” you ask him and lay a soft kiss to his cheek. he looked exhausted, he always did, with the dreams? nightmares rather? that plagued him at any attempt to rest. he sighs and rubs a hand down his face

“uneventful.. has abby eaten?”

you nod “yeah, i made us some lasagna so if you’re hungry i could heat some up for you to eat?”

he seemed to like that idea, so that’s what you did, sharing small talk while he ate and just generally enjoying one another’s presence.

mike always appreciated having you around, he never thought he would find someone who loved and cared about both him and his sister the way that you did, but having you around definitely brought a bit of light into their lives again. he loved you, a lot. however he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty that your sex lives weren’t all that active- both due to abby being around and the conflicting scheduling between the 2 of you resulting in you both simply be too tired to even think of sex. it was pretty rare that you’d both have the time to have sex at all, but you would both find ways around that regardless.

tonight was 1 of those nights, you were horny, and who could blame you? mike looked good. messy curls, the scruff that created a delicious prickle of pain whenever he went down on you, and those ever so tired eyes. it’s almost as if he was psychic and could hear your thoughts, or maybe you just hadn’t paid attention to what he was saying.. but he was looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement written on his face.

“there something you want?”

“yeah, you.” you answered. blunt? yes. but you were growing antsy after not having been able to have any form of stimulation from him, or even yourself the past 2 weeks. it was torture, you wanted to do nothing more than jump his bones here and now. thankfully tonight abby was having a sleepover at a friends house after the dinner you shared with her earlier so you wouldn’t have to worry about keeping your voice down.. which you knew would be an issue with how touch starved you were currently.

“yeah? how do you want me darling?” he asked you, eyes never faltering away from you, a subtle challenge glinting within them. mike adored you, truly, and despite being too tired to fuck you properly like you deserve he would still do anything it took to leave you satisfied. you eyes scanned over his face and down his body from where he sat, eyes zeroing in on his thighs.

god how you loved those thighs. they were thick and muscular, completely irresistible.

“can i ride your thigh?” you asked him, softly biting your bottom lip while you peered back at his face.

he nodded at your question and patted a hand on his thigh, inviting you to take your rightful seat.

“go on then, pretty girl.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, practically throwing yourself onto him like a total whore, which in this case you were. his whore, specifically. but you really didn’t care, you wanted him. needed him. he watched you closely while you straddled his thigh, how your mouth formed a small ‘o’ at the sensation of his rough jeans coming in contact with your panty clad pussy. he always thought you looked beautiful like this, it made him wish he was an artist so could plaster your image onto a canvas to hang in a museum. or even just take a photo of you in this position to stash away and jerk off to while he was at work..

his hands came to a resting point on your waist, holding you firmly to help you maintain balance while you got yourself comfortable on the meat of his thigh. your quiet whines began to fill the rooms emptiness while you slowly began to rock against him. usually it was him who was louder between the both of you, but something about you being more vocal really got to him, he could feel himself getting hard just from the sight of you slowly rocking your body against his thigh, making all these pretty sounds just for him. fuck, you really had him wrapped right around your finger.

“how’s it feel, pretty girl?” he asked you, voice dropping an octave lower while he watched you through hooded eyes and parted lips, you would think he was the 1 fucking himself right now with how ruined he looked, yet here you were soaking the material of your panties and his jeans because you were so needy.

“feels good.. feels so good” you moaned, resting your face into the crook of his neck, tickling the skin with your heated breath. his hands gripped your waist tighter when you began to rut against his thigh beginning to move at a more rapid pace now, moan after moan falling through your lips.

your hands gripped his shoulders as you continued to shamelessly fuck yourself on his thigh, higher pitched moans coming from you now when he flexed his it beneath you, creating the perfect added sensation to your erratically throbbing clit. he seriously couldn’t wrap his head around how fucking hot you looked using him like this. his cock lurched in its confinement while you continued to grind down on him, oozing beads of precum while he got off just to the sight of you. he was so hard that it hurt but he refused to touch himself, focussing solely on helping you cum right now.

“you gonna cum for me, darling?” he spoke lowly to you, watching you nod in response as you were too caught up in the throes of pleasure to form a coherent response.

“cum for me, cum all over my thigh.”

and you did, with a final loud moan your orgasm ripped through you. you found yourself having to wrap your arms around his neck to hug him close to your body so you wouldn’t collapse from the intensity of it all. he watched you through dark, lust, blown pupils feeling himself cum without even having been touched.

“fuck that was so hot” he whispers to you, softly rubbing your hips while you came down from your orgasm. your breathing was shaky, but you could finally speak again clearly.

“did you.. did you cum?” you ask him with a small smirk. he rubbed the back of his neck at your question, blushing a bit.

“uh.. yeah, i couldn’t help it.” he felt a little embarassed, cumming like that despite having neglected his own pleasure the entire time.

“oh mike you don’t need to be embarassed, that’s actually really hot” you reassured him, resting your head on his shoulder while you stared contently at his face.

he rolled his eyes playfully at your comment but made no argument against it, just revelling in the closeness of your bodies right now.

“anyways.. we should probably get cleaned up and get you to bed, you look exhausted” you spoke in a softer tone, tracing a soft pattern on his forearm with your finger. he nodded in response and lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom to finally get the sleep he so desperately needed, knowing fully well he would finally get a restful night with you in his arms.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson x reader smut #i’m so feral for this man

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𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 :- His obssesion |Kim Mingyu

Pairing:- Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Genre:- Minors do not interact, 18+content only, smuts, hard/Dom mingyu, sub reader, kissing, stimulation, swearing, petnames (darling, babygirl, baby, sweetheart, my slut etc), dirty talking, oral(f! m! receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex, shower sex,couch sex, kidnapping, spanking , spitting. (Let me know if there's more)

Wc:- 30k +

Synopsis:- In the ruthless underworld ruled by Mingyu, his dark aura commands obedience and his word is law. Women flock to him, but when his gaze locks onto her for just a fleeting moment, Mingyu's insatiable desire ignites. Determined to possess her, he embarks on a relentless pursuit, where passion blurs the lines between love and danger. As Mingyu navigates the treacherous world of power and desire, he must confront his own demons to claim the ultimate prize—her heart.

warnings:- minors strictly do not interact/you'll be blocked asap.

A/n:- this is my first fic on Tumblr,no reqs this is my own idea, hope you like it , your comments and reblogs and support means alot to me.

Notes:-All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced , transmitted or distributed on any forms without the prior of the rightful owner.

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Y/N, the epitome of sass and style. As the only daughter of a prominent family, she reigns supreme as the queen bee of her social circle. With an undeniable allure and confidence, Y/N effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her magnetic personality draws others in, while her impeccable sense of style sets her apart as a trendsetter.

Despite her self-assured exterior, Y/N possesses a complexity that transcends mere vanity, revealing glimpses of her ambivert nature and inner depths. In a world where every boy vies for her affection, Y/N navigates the complexities of popularity with grace and poise, leaving a trail of admirers in her wake.

Her laughter is like music, tinkling with the promise of mischief and merriment, while her eyes sparkle with the fire of a thousand stars, daring anyone to challenge her authority.

With a flip of her glossy locks and a flick of her perfectly manicured nails, she commands the attention of all who cross her path, her aura suffused with the irresistible charm of a modern-day princess.

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In the sleek, modern elegance of her luxurious bedroom, Y/N lounges on a plush bed adorned with sleek linens and designer pillows, her phone cradled between her ear and shoulder as she multitasks with effortless grace.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of contemporary lighting, casting a warm ambiance over the space as music streams from state-of-the-art speakers, filling the air with pulsating beats and infectious rhythms.

As she blows on her freshly painted nails, the soft scent of her favorite face mask fills the room, its luxurious ingredients working their magic on her skin as she indulges in a moment of self-care amidst the hustle and bustle of her glamorous lifestyle.

On the other end of the line, her friends chatter excitedly about their plans for the evening, their voices a symphony of laughter and anticipation that adds to the electric atmosphere of Y/N's bedroom.

"Oh my gosh, you guys, I just found the perfect outfit for tonight!" one of her friends exclaims, the excitement palpable in her voice. "It's straight off the runway, and I swear, it was made for me!"

Y/N's laughter rings out, a tinkling melody that dances through the air like champagne bubbles. "I can't wait to see it! You know we're going to be the best-dressed squad in the club tonight."

As they discuss the details of their evening plans, ideas fly back and forth like sparks of creativity, each suggestion more daring and exhilarating than the last. From trendy rooftop bars to exclusive VIP lounges, the night is ripe with possibilities, and Y/N can feel the excitement building in the pit of her stomach with each passing moment.

"Let's start with drinks at that new rooftop spot downtown," another friend suggests, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And then we can hit up that exclusive club that just opened up. I heard the music there is insane."

Y/N's eyes sparkle with anticipation at the thought of the night ahead, her pulse quickening with the thrill of adventure. "Sounds like a plan," she agrees, her voice a confident purr. "Tonight, we're going to paint the town red and leave a trail of unforgettable memories in our wake."

With a final exchange of laughter and well-wishes, Y/N bids her friends farewell, the excitement of the night ahead coursing through her veins like electricity. As she sinks back into the plush comfort of her bed, she knows that tonight will be a night to remember—a night of laughter, luxury, and the kind of exhilarating freedom that only comes from being young, rich, and fabulous.

As Y/N meticulously applies her makeup, her skilled hands deftly tracing bold, glittery patterns across her eyelids and accentuating her features with a touch of glamour, she can't help but admire the striking reflection that stares back at her from the mirror. With each stroke of the brush, she transforms herself into a vision of beauty and confidence, her lips painted a vibrant shade of red that demands attention and commands respect.

As she slips into her chosen outfit—a short, revealing bodycon dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination—Y/N feels a surge of empowerment wash over her. The fabric clings to her like a second skin, accentuating her assets and showcasing her undeniable allure with every step she takes.

With a final flourish, she runs her fingers through her hair, coaxing it into sleek waves that cascade down her shoulders like liquid silk. As she gazes at her reflection in the mirror, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips, her eyes sparkling with confidence and self-assurance.

"You look fabulous, darling," she murmurs to herself, her voice a husky whisper that carries the weight of her undeniable charisma.

With a playful wink and a blown kiss to her reflection, she turns on her heels and sashays out of the room, ready to conquer the world with her intoxicating charm and unapologetic confidence.

Y/N descends the staircase with the grace of a queen, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors with each confident step. As she reaches the bottom, she finds her father reclining on the couch, his eyes fixed on the television screen, while her mother bustles about in the kitchen, the sound of running water mingling with the gentle hum of conversation.

"Where are you heading now, young lady?" her father inquires, his tone laced with a hint of concern as he tears his gaze away from the television to look at his daughter.

Y/N meets her father's gaze with a cool confidence, her lips curved into a playful smile. "To have fun, Dad," she replies, her voice carrying the unmistakable lilt of mischief.

Her mother, still busy at the sink, chimes in with a note of caution. "Wearing that—"

But Y/N cuts her off with a wave of her hand, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Mom, chill," she interjects, her tone tinged with exasperation. "I'm a big girl now. I can handle myself."

With a flick of her hair, Y/N turns towards the door, her resolve unwavering. "Anyway, don't worry about me," she adds, her voice softening just a fraction. "And don't wait up for me. I'll probably stay at Amira's place tonight."

Her parents exchange a glance, their expressions a mixture of concern and resignation. But before they can protest further, Y/N is already out the door, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and unanswered questions in her wake.

Y/N steps outside to find her friends Amira and Isla waiting for her in the sleek, gleaming car, their faces lighting up with excitement as they catch sight of her. With squeals of delight, they eagerly beckon her over, their laughter echoing through the night air as Y/N approaches with a confident swagger.

"Girl, you look absolutely stunning!" Amira exclaims, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she takes in Y/N's flawless ensemble.

Y/N strikes a pose, her hips cocked to the side and her hand resting on one perfectly sculpted hip. "Thanks, but do I look fat?" she asks teasingly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Her friends exchange a knowing glance, their lips curling into matching grins. "Fat? Girl, you couldn't look fat if you tried," Isla retorts with a playful roll of her eyes. "You look fabulous, as always."

Y/N throws her head back with a laugh, the sound ringing out like crystal bells in the cool night air. "Fabulous of all time, huh?" she quips, her voice dripping with sass.

Amira nods enthusiastically, her excitement palpable. "Absolutely! Now let's get this party started, ladies!" she declares, her words punctuated by a chorus of cheers and high-fives from the group.

As they pile into the car, the air crackles with the energy of anticipation and the promise of adventure. With Y/N at the wheel and her friends by her side, they set off into the night, ready to conquer the world one fabulous moment at a time.

And as the city lights blur past them in a kaleidoscope of color and motion, they know that tonight will be a night to remember—a night of laughter, love, and the kind of unforgettable memories that can only be made with your closest friends by your side.

Or maybe not.

As the car glides to a stop at the entrance of the rooftop bar, Y/N and her friends step out into a world of luxury and excitement. The bar is an oasis of modern sophistication, with sleek furnishings and an open-air layout that offers breathtaking views of the city skyline. Twinkling fairy lights and flickering candles cast a warm glow over the space, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and allure.

As they make their way to a cozy corner booth, the sound of laughter and lively conversation fills the air, mingling with the soft strains of music drifting from hidden speakers. The bar is alive with energy, the air thick with the scent of exotic cocktails and the promise of endless possibilities.

With a round of drinks in hand, the girls settle into their seats, the clink of glasses and the hum of conversation punctuating the pulsating beat of the music. As they sip on their colorful concoctions, the night stretches out before them like a canvas waiting to be painted with memories.

Y/N leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she raises her glass in a toast to her friends.

"Here's to us," she declares, her voice ringing out clear and confident above the din of the crowd. "To nights like these, where the drinks are flowing and the possibilities are endless."

Amira grins, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she clinks her glass against Y/N's. "Cheers to that!" she exclaims, her enthusiasm infectious as she takes a sip of her cocktail.

Isla nods in agreement, her eyes alight with anticipation. "I love nights like these," she admits, her voice soft with emotion. "When we can forget about the stresses of everyday life and just focus on having fun together."

As the night wears on and the drinks continue to flow, the conversation becomes more animated, the laughter more raucous.

And as they dance beneath the star-studded sky, the world falls away, leaving only the intoxicating rhythm of the music and the electric energy of the night.

In that moment, Y/N felt a bit dizzy as she excuse herself and went outside.

As Y/N steps outside the bar, her mind still swirling with the effects of the alcohol, a sudden pang of panic shoots through her chest as she realizes her phone is missing. Frantically patting down her pockets and searching through her purse, she curses under her breath, her heart racing with apprehension.

Before she can fully process her predicament, she finds herself surrounded by a group of imposing figures, their menacing silhouettes looming over her like shadows in the night. Her pulse quickens as she takes in their intimidating presence, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she demands to know their identity.

"Who are you guys?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting nervously from one face to another in search of answers.

But the men remain silent, their expressions stoic and unreadable as they close in around her, their movements coordinated and deliberate. Panic rises within Y/N like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm her as she struggles to make sense of the situation.

Before she can react, her surroundings seem to blur and darken, the world tilting on its axis as she feels herself slipping away into unconsciousness.

With a last desperate gasp for air, she collapses someone's arm, the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears as everything fades to black.

In the darkness, her mind races with questions and fears, her thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and terror. What do these men want from her? Where are they taking her? And most importantly, will she ever see her friends again?

As she drifts into unconsciousness, a sense of helplessness washes over her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and alone in a world gone mad. And as the darkness claims her, she can only hope and pray that someone, somewhere, will come to her rescue before it's too late.

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As Y/N's eyes flutter open, she finds herself enveloped in darkness, the air thick with an oppressive silence that presses down on her like a weight. With a groan, she sits up, her head spinning and her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to make sense of her surroundings.

"Hello?" she calls out, her voice echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. But there is no response, only the eerie stillness of the empty space surrounding her.

As she struggles to push herself off the bed, a cold shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that her dress is gone, replaced by a small red nightgown that clings to her skin like a second skin. Panic rises within her like a tide, threatening to drown her in its suffocating grip as she frantically searches for her belongings.

Her hands shake as she rummages through the room, her fingers fumbling over every surface in a desperate attempt to find her phone. But it's nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in the darkness.

Fear tightens its grip around her heart as she realizes the gravity of her situation. Who are these people? What do they want from her? And why has she been stripped of her clothes and left alone in this ominous room?

With a sense of urgency driving her forward, Y/N hurries towards the door at the end of the room, her fingers trembling as she reaches out to twist the knob. To her surprise, the door swings open with ease, revealing a dimly lit hallway.

As Y/N cautiously makes her way down the dark hallway, her heart pounding in her chest, she can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at her insides like a hungry beast.

As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, her senses on high alert, she is met with a chilling silence that echoes through the empty space like a death knell. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient wood and musty velvet, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings that surround her.

Heart racing, she takes a hesitant step forward, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and survival. But before she can make a move, her hand brushes against a nearby vase, sending it crashing to the ground with a deafening clatter.

"Fuck," she curses under her breath, her heart sinking with dread as she realizes that her clumsy mistake has likely alerted whoever—or whatever—lurks in the shadows.

But before she can make a run for it, a deep, husky voice cuts through the silence like a knife, freezing her in her tracks.

"Where are you going, babygirl?" the voice rumbles, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine as she whirls around to face the source of the sound.

Her eyes widen in terror as she finds herself face to face with a figure cloaked in darkness, their features obscured by the dim light that filters through the murky depths of the room.

Fear grips Y/N like a vice as she struggles to find her voice, her mind racing with a thousand questions and a million possibilities. But in that moment, all she can do is stand frozen in place, her breath caught in her throat as she waits for whatever comes next.

As Y/N's heart races with fear and uncertainty, she struggles to make out the features of the figure emerging from the shadows. With a shaky breath, she manages to stammer out a question, her voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and terror.

"Who are you?" she demands, her words echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.

As the figure steps into the light, Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief at the sight before her. Clad in a black shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of chiseled chest, with perfectly tailored pants and sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, muscular arms, the man standing before her exudes an aura of raw power and undeniable allure.

His hair is impeccably styled, framing a face that could only be described as sculpted by the gods themselves. With piercing eyes that seem to see straight into her soul and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, he is the epitome of masculine perfection—a Greek god in human form.

But it's not just his appearance that leaves Y/N breathless—it's the aura of danger and intrigue that surrounds him like a cloak, the way he carries himself with a confidence bordering on arrogance, and the glint of mischief in his eyes that sends a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his movements fluid and graceful as he closes the distance between them, a tumbler of whisky clutched casually in one hand.

"I'm the one who's been waiting for you, babygirl," he purrs, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to find her voice, her mind reeling with a million questions and a million more emotions.

Who is this mysterious stranger? What does he want from her? And why does his presence fill her with equal parts fear and desire?

But as she looks into his smoldering gaze, she knows one thing for certain—her life will never be the same again.

Y/N's voice quivers with a mix of fear and bravado as she confronts the enigmatic stranger who stands before her, his presence casting a spell of uncertainty over her senses. With a trembling hand, she gestures towards herself, her words dripping with defiance.

"Do you even know who I am?" she challenges, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and bravado. "If my dad finds out about you, he will kill you."

The stranger's lips curl into a sardonic smile, amusement dancing in his eyes as he regards her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. With a casual shrug, he takes a sip of his whisky, the liquid burning a fiery trail down his throat as he savors the taste.

"Oh, is that so?" he replies, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. "And just who might you be, darling?"

Y/N's jaw clenches with frustration at his dismissive tone, her pulse quickening with a surge of adrenaline as she struggles to maintain her composure in the face of his unflappable demeanor.

"Yes," she retorts, her voice dripping with icy determination. "You have made a grave mistake by kidnapping me. My father will stop at nothing to find me, and when he does, you will pay dearly for your actions."

The stranger chuckles softly, the sound sending a chill down Y/N's spine as she braces herself for his response. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he takes a step closer, the air crackling with tension between them.

"Ah, but my dear, you underestimate me," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not afraid of your father, or anyone else for that matter. And as for your so-called 'kidnapping,' well, let's just say that things are not always as they seem."

Y/N's voice trembles with a mix of anger and defiance as she steps forward to confront the towering figure before her, her petite frame dwarfed by his imposing presence. With fire blazing in her eyes, she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his intimidating demeanor.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" she demands, her voice laced with venom as she levels a fierce glare at him.

Mingyu's lips quirk into a smirk at her boldness, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he regards her with a mixture of intrigue and admiration.

With a casual shrug, he takes a step closer, his towering height casting a long shadow over her diminutive form.

"Finally, a nice question," he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he meets her gaze with a look of unabashed amusement. "As for who I am, well, that's a bit more complicated."

Y/N narrows her eyes, refusing to be swayed by his smooth words and confident demeanor. She knows that there is more to this man than meets the eye, and she is determined to uncover the truth no matter the cost.

"Cut the bullshit," she snaps, her voice cracking with pent-up frustration. "I want answers, and I want them now. Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

Mingyu's smirk widens into a grin at her defiance, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something more primal. With a predatory glint in his gaze, he leans in close, his breath hot against her ear as he speaks in a low, husky whisper.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. But don't worry, all will be revealed in due time. For now, just sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Enjoy the ride well fuck that shit, I am leaving." Her defiant words hang in the air like a challenge, her determination shining through despite the fear that courses through her veins. With a determined glare, she turns to leave, intent on escaping this nightmare and reclaiming her freedom.

But before she can take a single step, Mingyu's powerful grip tightens around her throat, pinning her against the wall with a force that leaves her breathless. The air rushes from her lungs in a desperate gasp as his touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within her.

"Step one foot outside this mansion, and you won't like what comes next," he warns, his voice low and dangerous as he leans in close, his breath hot against her skin. His words hang in the air like a dark promise, a chilling reminder of the power he wields over her fate.

Y/N's heart races with a mixture of fear and desire as she meets his intense gaze, her pulse quickening with each passing moment.

Despite the danger that surrounds her, there is something undeniably exhilarating about being in such close proximity to this enigmatic stranger, something that sets her ablaze with a hunger she cannot ignore.

But even as her body betrays her with its response to his touch, her mind screams for her to fight back, to break free from his grasp and run as far and as fast as she can. She knows that she should be afraid of him, that she should despise him for what he has done to her.

And yet, as Mingyu's eyes bore into hers with a fierce intensity that threatens to consume her whole, she cannot deny the undeniable pull she feels towards him, the magnetic attraction that binds them together in this dangerous dance of desire and despair.

In that moment, as their bodies press together in a tangle of heat and urgency, Y/N knows that she is teetering on the edge of a precipice, her fate hanging in the balance as she grapples with the overwhelming force of her desire for this dark and dangerous man.

"Don't touch me." Her voice comes out as a barely audible whisper, her breath hitching in her throat as Mingyu's smirk widens in response to her plea.

With a casual shrug, he backs off slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he holds up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.

"As you wish, princess," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I won't touch you unless you give me permission."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she meets his gaze, her body still pressed against the wall as if rooted in place by some invisible force.

She can feel the tension crackling in the air between them, thick and palpable as desire courses through her veins like a wildfire.

But before she can respond, Mingyu speaks again, his words sending a chill down her spine even as a shiver of anticipation races down her spine.

"From now on, you belong to me," he declares, his voice low and commanding. "Whether you like it or not, you will do as I say."

As he takes a sip of his whisky, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light of the room, Y/N's mind races with a thousand questions and a million fears. She knows that she is in deep trouble, that she is at the mercy of this dark and dangerous man who holds her fate in his hands.

"And don't even think of running away," Mingyu continues, his tone ominous as he fixes her with a steely gaze. "Because no matter where you go, I will always find you."

Y/N's breath catches in her throat at his words, her mind reeling with the implications of his threat. She knows that she is trapped, ensnared in a web of desire and danger from which there may be no escape.

Y/N's voice trembles with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she repeats the question that has been burning in her mind since the moment she laid eyes on Mingyu.

"Who are you?" she whispers, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, daring him to reveal the truth behind the enigma that is Mingyu.

Mingyu lets out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting away for a moment as if lost in thought before returning to lock onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.

"Again with the same question," he muses, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

He gestures for her to come closer, his voice soft and coaxing as he invites her to join him on the couch. But Y/N shakes her head defiantly, refusing to obey his command.

"Alright, if standing is more comfortable for you," he concedes with a shrug, settling back onto the couch with a casual grace that belies the tension simmering beneath the surface.

But Y/N refuses to be deterred, her determination fueling her courage as she meets his gaze head-on once more.

"Who are you?" she demands, her voice stronger now, tinged with a hint of desperation as she searches for answers in the depths of his dark eyes.

Mingyu's lips curve into a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and intrigue as he leans in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

"I am whoever you want me to be, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But for now, let's just say that I'm the man who's going to make all your wildest fantasies come true."

Y/N's heart races at his words, her pulse quickening with a heady mix of anticipation and fear as she struggles to resist the pull of his magnetic charm.

Y/N's frustration boils over, her patience worn thin by Mingyu's evasive answers and tantalizing charm. With a fierce determination, she cuts through the tension with her words, her voice ringing out with a mix of desperation and defiance.

"Please, stop playing games with me," she implores, her voice cracking with emotion. "Just tell me, what's your fucking name?"

Mingyu's laughter fills the room, a rich, melodious sound that washes over her like a wave, stirring something deep within her as she watches him with a mixture of irritation and fascination.

"You curse a lot from that pretty mouth of yours," he observes, his voice laced with amusement as he meets her gaze with a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/N's cheeks flush with embarrassment at his comment, her anger momentarily forgotten as she grapples with the unexpected compliment. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a surge of warmth at his words, a thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of being the object of his attention.

But even as her heart races with the heady rush of desire, she knows that she cannot let herself be swayed by his charm. She needs answers, and she won't rest until she gets them.

"Stop deflecting," she insists, her voice firm as she meets his gaze head-on. "I want to know who you are, and I want to know now."

Mingyu's expression softens, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes as he regards her with a newfound sense of respect. He stood up from the couch and walks towards her.

"Alright, alright," he concedes with a sigh, his tone more serious now as he leans in closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.

"My name is Mingyu," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face.

A smirk tugs at Mingyu's lips as he leans back, his gaze locked onto Y/N with a smoldering intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. With a casual flick of his hand, he brushes off her question as if it were nothing more than a passing breeze, his voice dripping with confidence and arrogance.

"I bet you've heard of me," he says, his tone low and smooth, laced with a hint of amusement. "I don't need to explain myself, do I?"

Y/N's breath catches in her throat at his words, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and a million questions.

Mingyu's reputation precedes him like a dark shadow cast over the city, his name whispered in hushed tones by those who dare to speak it. He is the epitome of danger, a force to be reckoned with, and his mere presence strikes fear into the hearts of those who cross his path.

As the leader of one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the country, Mingyu commands respect and obedience from all who serve under him. His word is law, his will absolute, and those who dare to defy him do so at their own peril.

With a ruthless cunning and a steely resolve, Mingyu has built his empire from the ground up, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in his wake. He is a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for themselves, but when he does speak, his words carry the weight of authority and power.

But whether he is capable of redemption or destined to remain a prisoner of his own ruthless ambition remains to be seen. For now, Mingyu is a man of mystery and danger, a figure of awe and dread whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it.

But even as fear gnaws at the edges of her mind, there is something undeniably thrilling about being in the presence of such a dangerous and enigmatic man, something that sets her pulse racing and her heart pounding in her chest.

"What do you want from me?" she demands once more, her voice trembling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Mingyu's smirk widens into a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

"What do I want from you?" he muses, his voice low and seductive as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Oh, sweetheart, the possibilities are endless."

Y/N's heart races at his words, her pulse quickening with a heady mix of excitement and fear. She knows that she should be afraid of him, that she should run as far and as fast as she can.

But in that moment, as Mingyu's eyes lock onto hers with a fierce intensity that threatens to consume her whole, she cannot deny the undeniable pull she feels towards him, the magnetic attraction that binds them together in this dangerous dance of desire and despair.

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Y/N stands on the balcony, the soft satin gown clinging to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her every movement with an air of effortless sensuality. Her hair cascades in loose waves down her back, the soft glow of the moonlight casting a halo around her as she gazes out into the night.

It's been one week since she was kidnapped by the infamous Mingyu, and despite her initial fear and apprehension, she can't deny the strange allure he holds over her. There's something about him, something dangerous and forbidden, that draws her in like a moth to a flame.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Y/N turns on her heels and makes her way out of the room, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

The bodyguards stationed outside simply bow their heads in acknowledgment as she passes, their silent presence a constant reminder of the captivity she finds herself in.

As she steps into Mingyu's room, the air is thick with the scent of musk and spice, the darkness enveloping her like a warm embrace.

The sound of water running draws her attention to the glass wall shower, the steam obscuring her view but heightening her senses in the process.

With hesitant steps, Y/N approaches the shower, her pulse quickening with each passing moment as she imagines the man behind the steam.

She knows she shouldn't be here, knows she should turn and run before it's too late. But something deep within her compels her forward, driving her towards the unknown with an irresistible force.

As Y/N pushes open the shower door, her breath catches in her throat at the sight before her. Mingyu stands beneath the cascading water, his sculpted physique glistening with droplets of water that cling to his skin like liquid diamonds.

Every muscle is defined and taut, his broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waistline, exuding an aura of raw power and masculinity.

But Mingyu is unaware of her presence, lost in the blissful oblivion of the steaming water as it cascades over his toned form. Y/N's heart races with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as she steps closer, her fingers trembling with the desire to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.

With hesitant steps, she approaches him from behind, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she reaches out to caress his back.

Mingyu's body tenses at her touch, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he turns around to face her, his eyes dark and smoldering with desire.

Their gazes lock in a silent exchange of longing and passion, the air thick with tension as they stand on the precipice of temptation. Y/N's heart pounds in her chest, her pulse quickening with each passing moment as she meets Mingyu's intense gaze with a fierce determination of her own.

"I didn't expect to find you here," Mingyu murmurs, his voice low and husky as he takes in her appearance, his eyes roaming over her satin-clad form with hunger and longing. "But I'm certainly not complaining."

Y/N's fingertips trace the contours of Mingyu's chiseled abs, her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins as he watches her with a smoldering intensity.

His breath hitches in his throat as her touch ignites a fire within him, desire roaring to life like a raging inferno.

But before he can react, Y/N suddenly backs away, her movements filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. Mingyu's heart pounds in his chest as he watches her, his desire burning hotter with each passing moment.

Without a word, Mingyu closes the distance between them in a single stride, his hands reaching out to grab her arms and pull her into his embrace.

Y/N gasps in surprise as he presses her against the steamy glass wall of the shower, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce and demanding kiss.

Their mouths collide in a clash of tongues and teeth, the taste of desire and desperation mingling on their lips as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body with a possessive urgency, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole.

The steam swirls around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat and passion as they lose themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire and need. Mingyu's kisses grow rougher and more insistent, his hunger for her driving him to new heights of ecstasy.

Y/N moans into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Mingyu's touch is like fire against her skin, his hands leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they explore every inch of her body with a fervent hunger.

Y/N gasps as Mingyu's hands roam over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole.

She can feel the heat of his desire pulsing against her skin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he pulls her closer, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Mingyu's lips find their way to her neck, his mouth trailing a path of fire across her skin as he sucks and nips at her sensitive flesh.

She arches into his touch, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she surrenders herself to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Mingyu," she moans, her voice a breathless whisper as she presses herself against him, her body aching with need for him. "Please, I need you."

Mingyu's response is a low growl of desire as he captures her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce and passionate dance. Their mouths move together in perfect synchrony, their desire igniting like wildfire as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers trail lower, tracing the outline of her soaked panties with a tantalizing touch that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

She gasps in anticipation as he teases and tantalizes her, his touch setting her alight with a burning desire that threatens to consume her whole.

Mingyu's fingers dance over her panties with a skillful precision, his touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a tidal wave.

She arches into his touch, her body trembling with need as he presses her against the glass wall of the shower, the water cascading over them in a torrent of heat and desire.

Their eyes lock in a silent exchange of longing and passion, the air thick with tension as they surrender themselves to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through their veins.

Mingyu's lips find hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce and primal dance as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

"I want to feel you," Mingyu murmurs against her lips, his voice rough with desire as he trails kisses down the curve of her neck. "I want to taste you, to make you mine."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's words send a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She moans in ecstasy as his fingers slide past the barrier of her panties, teasing and tantalizing her with a skillful touch that threatens to drive her to the brink of madness.

The water cascades over them in a torrent of heat and desire, the steam swirling around them like a veil of passion as Mingyu presses her against the glass wall, his fingers plunging deeper into her with a fierce and unrelenting hunger.

Their bodies move together in perfect synchrony, their desire igniting like wildfire as they surrender themselves completely to the ecstasy of the moment. Mingyu's touch is rough and demanding, his fingers driving her to new heights of pleasure with each passing moment.

Y/N moans in ecstasy as Mingyu's lips find hers once more, their kisses growing more urgent and passionate with each passing moment. She clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.

Y/N's breath hitches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers plunge deep inside her, filling her with a delicious sense of fullness that sends waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.

She moans in ecstasy as he thrusts and pumps his fingers with a rough and relentless urgency, driving her to the brink of madness with each powerful stroke.

Mingyu's touch is electric, igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.

She arches into his touch, her body trembling with need as he drives her higher and higher with each passing moment.

"Oh God, Mingyu," she moans, her voice a breathless whisper as she clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. "Don't stop, please don't stop I am close."

Mingyu's only response is a low, guttural growl of desire as he continues to fuck his fingers into her with a rough and relentless urgency, his movements becoming faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body quivering with the promise of release as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

"Come for me, baby," Mingyu murmurs against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he drives her higher and higher with each powerful thrust of his fingers. "Give in to the pleasure, let go and let me take you there."

Y/N's whole body tenses as she feels the sweet release of orgasm wash over her like a tidal wave, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the shower as

Mingyu continues to drive her to new heights of pleasure with his skilled touch.

"Just fuck me already".Her breath hitches in her throat as she utters those words, her desire burning brightly as Mingyu smirks in response, his own desire evident in the glint of his eyes.

"Your wish is my command, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he lines up his throbbing member against her slick entrance.

With a swift thrust of his hips, Mingyu plunges deep inside her, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion and desire.

Y/N moans in ecstasy as she feels him fill her completely, her walls tightening around him in a delicious embrace as he begins to move inside her with a rough and relentless urgency.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized in a primal dance of lust and longing. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.

Their moans mingle together in the heated air of the shower, the sound of their passion filling the room as Mingyu's thrusts become harder and more frantic with each passing moment. Y/N's nails dig into his back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole.

"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice a desperate plea as he thrusts deep inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion and desire. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of being filled completely by him.

Mingyu's movements are rough and urgent, his need driving him to new heights of passion as he seeks to claim Y/N as his own. Their bodies collide with a primal force, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's nails dig into Mingyu's back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. Every thrust sends her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.

Their moans mingle together in a symphony of passion and desire, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as Mingyu's thrusts become faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

Y/N's body trembles with the force of her release, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.

"I'm close, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the heat building in the pit of her stomach. Mingyu's own moans mingle with hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink of ecstasy.

"Me too, baby, me too," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic with each passing moment. He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Just tell me where you want it."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to form coherent thoughts, her body consumed by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. "Inside, fill me up," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

And with a final, desperate thrust, Mingyu drives deep inside her, his release pouring into her like a flood as they both surrender themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over them like a tidal wave.

Mingyu gently sets Y/N down on the counter, their bodies still intertwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He reaches for a nearby towel, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to clean her up, his touch gentle and tender against her skin.

Y/N sighs contentedly as she leans into his touch, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice soft and breathless as she gazes up at Mingyu with a mixture of awe and adoration.

Mingyu smiles down at her, his eyes softening with affection as he meets her gaze. "You were amazing," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as he continues to gently wipe away the traces of their passion.

They fall into a comfortable silence as Mingyu finishes cleaning her up, their bodies still pressed close together in the intimate space of the bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and desire that lingers in the air like a tangible reminder of their passion.

Finally, Mingyu sets aside the towel and reaches for Y/N's hand, his touch light and reassuring as he intertwines their fingers together. "I'm glad you're here," he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he gazes into her eyes.

Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she returns his gaze. "I'm glad too," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion as she leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

Mingyu's only response is a low, guttural growl of desire as he continues to fuck his fingers into her with a rough and relentless urgency, his movements becoming faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body quivering with the promise of release as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

"Come for me, baby," Mingyu murmurs against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he drives her higher and higher with each powerful thrust of his fingers. "Give in to the pleasure, let go and let me take you there."

Y/N's whole body tenses as she feels the sweet release of orgasm wash over her like a tidal wave, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the shower as

Mingyu continues to drive her to new heights of pleasure with his skilled touch.

"Just fuck me already".Her breath hitches in her throat as she utters those words, her desire burning brightly as Mingyu smirks in response, his own desire evident in the glint of his eyes.

"Your wish is my command, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he lines up his throbbing member against her slick entrance.

With a swift thrust of his hips, Mingyu plunges deep inside her, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion and desire.

Y/N moans in ecstasy as she feels him fill her completely, her walls tightening around him in a delicious embrace as he begins to move inside her with a rough and relentless urgency.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized in a primal dance of lust and longing. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.

Their moans mingle together in the heated air of the shower, the sound of their passion filling the room as Mingyu's thrusts become harder and more frantic with each passing moment. Y/N's nails dig into his back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole.

"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice a desperate plea as he thrusts deep inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion and desire. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of being filled completely by him.

Mingyu's movements are rough and urgent, his need driving him to new heights of passion as he seeks to claim Y/N as his own. Their bodies collide with a primal force, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's nails dig into Mingyu's back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. Every thrust sends her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.

Their moans mingle together in a symphony of passion and desire, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as Mingyu's thrusts become faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

Y/N's body trembles with the force of her release, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.

"I'm close, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the heat building in the pit of her stomach. Mingyu's own moans mingle with hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink of ecstasy.

"Me too, baby, me too," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic with each passing moment. He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Just tell me where you want it."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to form coherent thoughts, her body consumed by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. "Inside, fill me up," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

And with a final, desperate thrust, Mingyu drives deep inside her, his release pouring into her like a flood as they both surrender themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over them like a tidal wave.

Mingyu gently sets Y/N down on the counter, their bodies still intertwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He reaches for a nearby towel, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to clean her up, his touch gentle and tender against her skin.

Y/N sighs contentedly as she leans into his touch, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice soft and breathless as she gazes up at Mingyu with a mixture of awe and adoration.

Mingyu smiles down at her, his eyes softening with affection as he meets her gaze. "You were amazing," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as he continues to gently wipe away the traces of their passion.

They fall into a comfortable silence as Mingyu finishes cleaning her up, their bodies still pressed close together in the intimate space of the bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and desire that lingers in the air like a tangible reminder of their passion.

Finally, Mingyu sets aside the towel and reaches for Y/N's hand, his touch light and reassuring as he intertwines their fingers together. "I'm glad you're here," he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he gazes into her eyes.

Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she returns his gaze. "I'm glad too," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion as she leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

Y/N watches Mingyu with a furrowed brow as he prepares to leave, a sense of unease gnawing at her insides. "Where are you going?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern as she searches his face for answers.

Mingyu turns to face her, his expression softening as he meets her gaze. "I have a meeting at the Club," he explains, his tone reassuring as he tries to alleviate her worries. "But it's just a meeting, babygirl. You don't have to worry."

As he leans in to kiss her, Y/N can't help but feel a pang of apprehension in the pit of her stomach. She knows that Mingyu's world is a dangerous one, filled with risks and uncertainties that she can't begin to comprehend. And while she trusts him with all her heart, she can't shake the feeling of dread that hangs over her like a dark cloud.

And as he leaves the room, Y/N can't help but feel a sense of longing as she watches him go.

Stepping outside, Mingyu beckons one of his trusted bodyguards over and utters firmly, "I'm heading out. Keep an eye on Y/N."

The bodyguard nods in understanding, his gaze unwavering as he replies, "Yes, boss. Consider it done." His voice carries a sense of determination, a testament to his unwavering loyalty to Mingyu.

Mingyu offers a curt nod in response, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features before he turns to leave.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard stands watch, his senses alert and his focus unwavering as he prepares to fulfill his duty.

As two hours pass with Mingyu away, Y/N's boredom begins to gnaw at her. An idea begins to form in her mischievous mind—why not surprise him at the club? With a sly grin, she sets her plan into motion.

Dressing herself in a sleek and seductive black bodycon dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, Y/N feels a surge of confidence wash over her.

Her hair is swept up into a high ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication to her look, while her makeup is flawlessly applied, highlighting her features with a hint of allure.

As Y/N steps out of her room, she comes face to face with the stern figure of the bodyguard, who immediately blocks her path. "Ma'am, I'm afraid you can't go anywhere. Boss's orders," he states firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

A mischievous glint dances in Y/N's eyes as she meets the bodyguard's gaze head-on. "Who said I'm going alone?" she retorts, her voice dripping with confidence. "You're coming with me."

The bodyguard's expression shifts, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across his features. "But Ma'am..." he begins, his words faltering as he struggles to find a way to dissuade her.

Y/N cuts him off with a decisive wave of her hand. "Your boss won't blame you. Tell him it was my idea," she declares, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now, are you coming or not?"

The bodyguard hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering between Y/N and the door. But ultimately, he knows that he can't disobey her direct orders. With a resigned nod, he falls into step beside her, his mind racing with thoughts of the consequences that await them both.

As the bodyguard drives Y/N towards the club, the streets of the city pass by in a blur of lights and shadows. Y/N sits in the backseat, her mind racing with anticipation for the surprise she has planned for Mingyu.

The bodyguard keeps a watchful eye on the road ahead, his focus unwavering as he navigates through the bustling city streets. Despite his initial reluctance, he knows that he must fulfill his duty and ensure Y/N's safety, even if it means accompanying her on this impromptu adventure.

As they arrive at the club, Y/N steps out of the car, the pulsating energy of the night enveloping her in its embrace. The neon lights flicker and dance against the dark backdrop of the city, casting an ethereal glow over the bustling streets.

The bodyguard holds the door open for her, and as they approach, the bouncers nod in recognition, their expressions unreadable as they allow them entry without a word. Inside, the club is alive with music and laughter, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol.

"Ma'am, can you please stay here? I'll check first if the meeting's over or not," the bodyguard says, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. Y/N nods in understanding, her eyes drifting towards the vibrant scene unfolding before her.

As she makes her way towards the VIP lounge, every eye in the room seems to be drawn to her, whispers of admiration and desire following in her wake.

"Wow, she's gorgeous," one person murmurs, their voice tinged with envy as they watch her pass by.

Others chime in with their own compliments, their words a symphony of praise and admiration. "I wish I looked like her," another whispers, their eyes lingering on Y/N's figure as she ascends the stairs with an effortless grace.

But amidst the sea of faces, Y/N's mind remains fixed on one person alone—Mingyu. She can feel his presence calling out to her, drawing her closer with each step she takes.

As Y/N strides confidently towards the VIP section, the two bodyguards stationed at the door recognize her instantly, their expressions impassive as they step aside to allow her entry. With a silent nod of thanks, Y/N slips past them and into the room beyond.

Inside, a group of men lounges on a sofa, their attention divided between the gyrating strippers on the poles and the drinks in their hands. But Y/N's gaze is fixed solely on Mingyu, who sits at the center of it all, his expression dark and brooding as he watches her approach.

As she draws near, a seductive smirk curves her lips, her movements graceful and deliberate. With each step she takes, Mingyu's eyes follow her, a flicker of anger flashing across his features at her unexpected presence in such a place.

But Y/N pays his reaction no mind as she finally reaches him, her confidence unwavering as she sinks onto his lap, her body fitting snugly against his.

With a boldness that takes him by surprise, she plucks the glass of whisky from his hand and takes a sip, her gaze never leaving his as she challenges him with her eyes.

Mingyu's jaw clenches as he struggles to contain his rage, the sight of her so brazenly defying him only serving to stoke the fire burning within him.

Without a word, he grabs her by the wrist once more and leads her out of the room, his grip firm and unyielding.

But even as he drags her away, Y/N can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Mingyu may be angry now, but deep down, she knows that he can't resist her for long. And as they disappear into the darkness together, she smirks, knowing that she's already won this round.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Mingyu's voice cuts through the pulsating music, his tone laced with anger as he closes the distance between them. The bass thumps in the background as he presses Y/N against the wall, his body effectively caging her in.

Y/N meets his gaze with a defiant smirk, unfazed by his proximity. "Just came to have a little fun," she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Aren't you happy to see me, Mingyu?"

Mingyu's jaw clenches at her flippant response, his anger boiling beneath the surface. "Came here to have fun, huh?" he growls, his words a low rumble in her ear. "Dressing like a damn whore."

Y/N's smirk widens as she leans into his touch, her breath hitching slightly at the sensation of his hand against her skin.

"Remember, you're the one who bought me this dress," she counters, her voice husky with desire as she guides his hand between her thighs, pressing it against her wet panties.

Mingyu's breath catches in his throat at the feel of her arousal, his resolve faltering as he struggles to resist the pull she has on him.

"You're playing with fire, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice strained with desire. "But damn if you don't make it hard to resist."

Their eyes lock in a heated gaze, the tension between them crackling with intensity as they stand on the precipice of something dangerous and intoxicating.

And as Mingyu leans in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, they both know that there's no turning back now.

As they break the kiss, Mingyu's grip tightens around Y/N's waist as he pulls her towards a private room, the anticipation thick in the air. With a swift motion, he locks the door behind them, the click of the latch echoing in the dimly lit space.

Their lips meet once more in a frenzy of desire, Mingyu's hands roaming hungrily over Y/N's body as he presses her against the wall. "Fuck, baby," he murmurs between kisses, his voice husky with need. "You can't stay away from me, can you?"

Y/N's breath hitches at his words, her heart pounding in her chest as she surrenders to the intoxicating heat of their passion.

"Never could," she whispers, her voice barely a breath as Mingyu's lips trail down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Their kisses grow more urgent, more fervent, as Mingyu's hands roam boldly over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a wildfire of desire within her. With a swift motion, he begins to undo the straps of her dress, his movements rough and possessive as he bares her skin to his hungry gaze.

Y/N's head spins with pleasure as Mingyu's lips find hers once more, their kisses deep and insatiable, tongues tangling in a dance of desire.

With a fierce determination in her eyes, Y/N pushes Mingyu back against the couch, her movements confident and purposeful. As she drops to her knees before him, her gaze never wavers from his, the intensity of their connection palpable in the air between them.

Mingyu watches her every move with a mixture of desire and anticipation, his breath hitching in his chest as he surrenders to the pleasure of her touch.

"You know what to do, babygirl," he says, his voice low and commanding yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. "But remember, I'm still in charge here."

Y/N meets his gaze with a smirk, her lips curving into a sensual smile as she begins to undo his pants with deliberate slowness. "Of course, Daddy," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "But tonight, let's explore a different kind of power dynamic."

As she frees his big veiny dick from the confines of his pants, Y/N leans in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she teases him with her lips and tongue. Mingyu's fingers tangle in her hair, his grip firm yet gentle as he guides her movements with an unspoken command.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/N takes Mingyu's length into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him in a tight embrace as she begins to explore every inch of him with her tongue.

"Fuck baby."Mingyu's breath catches in his throat as he feels the heat of her mouth engulfing him, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides her movements with a firm yet gentle touch.

As Y/N bobs her head up and down, her movements rough and eager, Mingyu can't help but let out a hiss of pleasure, the sensation of her mouth driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

With each thrust of her head, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his arousal building to an unbearable intensity.

But Y/N isn't content to let him go so easily. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she begins to increase the pace of her movements, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive him wild with desire.

Mingyu's moans fill the air around them, his grip on her hair tightening as he surrenders to the exquisite pleasure coursing through his veins.

As Y/N takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth, Mingyu can feel the tension building within him, the need for release becoming almost overwhelming.

And just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, she pulls back, leaving him gasping for air and desperate for more.

"Open your mouth." Mingyu's voice is thick with desire as he commands Y/N to open her mouth, and without hesitation, she complies, parting her lips to receive him.

With a primal growl, Mingyu releases his climax, hot streams of his essence spilling over her lips and tongue, painting her mouth in a messy symphony of desire.

Y/N's senses are overwhelmed by the taste and texture of him, the salty sweetness of his release mingling with the heat of their passion. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment, as Mingyu's essence coats her tongue and trickles down her chin, leaving her breathless and hungry for more.

As Mingyu watches her, his chest heaving with exertion, he feels a surge of possessiveness and desire wash over him. Seeing Y/N beneath him, covered in his essence, stirs something primal within him, igniting a fire that burns hotter than ever before.

As Mingyu pulls her onto the couch and strips her naked, Y/N's body hums with anticipation, her skin tingling with the promise of pleasure to come.

She lets out a low moan as Mingyu takes one of her breasts into his mouth, his lips and tongue working magic on her sensitive flesh.

"Oh god, Mingyu," she moans, her voice filled with longing as he squeezes her other breast, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. With each touch, each kiss, she feels herself growing more and more desperate for release, her arousal reaching dizzying heights.

Mingyu's fingers trail down her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as they finally reach her clothed cunt. With a swift motion, he tears away her panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before him.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers plunge into her wetness, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She arches her back, her moans growing louder with each thrust of his fingers, as Mingyu continues to pump into her with a relentless rhythm.

"Yes, Gyu, just like that," she gasps, her voice filled with ecstasy as he drives her closer and closer to the edge.

As Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside her, Y/N feels a wave of pleasure wash over her, her body trembling with each thrust. She lets out a throaty moan as Mingyu's thumb finds her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling towards ecstasy.

"You like that, huh, you filthy little slut?" Mingyu growls, his voice dripping with desire as he drives her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N's breath hitches in her throat as she nods, unable to form words amidst the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

Mingyu's fingers move faster, rougher, their relentless rhythm driving her wild with need. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Take it all, you dirty little whore."

Y/N's moans fill the air around them, the sound echoing off the walls of the room as Mingyu's fingers continue to work their magic. She feels herself teetering on the edge of release, her body aching for release as Mingyu pushes her closer and closer to the brink.

As Mingyu's fingers plunge into her depths, Y/N feels a surge of pleasure shoot through her body, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. She arches her back, her moans filling the room as Mingyu's other hand finds her nipples, pinching them just the way she likes.

"Mingyu," she moans, her voice thick with desire as he drives her closer and closer to the edge. With each thrust of his fingers, she feels herself getting closer and closer to release, her body trembling with anticipation.

And then, with one final thrust, Mingyu pushes her over the edge, sending her tumbling into the abyss of ecstasy. Y/N cries out his name, her voice echoing off the walls of the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.

As she reaches the peak of her climax, she feels herself squirting uncontrollably, her essence spilling over Mingyu's fingers, her thighs, and his lower body. Mingyu chuckles, his own arousal evident as he watches her lose herself in the throes of passion.

"Yes, baby, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he continues to pleasure her, his fingers driving her wild with need.

And as Y/N rides the wave of her release, she knows that this is just the beginning of a night filled with pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

"Fuck baby, i need to taste you." Mingyu's words send shivers down Y/N's spine as she watches him lower himself between her trembling thighs, anticipation coursing through her veins like wildfire. With a hunger in his eyes, Mingyu leans in, his breath hot against her skin as he inches closer and closer to her center of desire.

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's lips meet her slick folds, his tongue tracing circles around her clit with tantalizing precision. She gasps, her body arching off the couch as waves of pleasure wash over her, each stroke of his tongue sending her closer and closer to the edge.

Mingyu's movements are relentless, his tongue dancing over her swollen bud with a skill that leaves her breathless. She moans, her hands tangling in his hair as she guides him, urging him to take her higher and higher.

As Mingyu delves deeper into her essence, Y/N feels herself teetering on the brink of release, her body trembling with anticipation. With one final flick of his tongue, Mingyu sends her tumbling over the edge, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the room.

Y/N's voice is filled with desperation as she begs Mingyu for more, her body trembling with need as she clings to him.

"I need you, Mingyu," she pleads, her voice thick with desire. "Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up with your hard cock."

Mingyu's eyes darken with desire as he hears her words, his own arousal reaching new heights at the thought of taking her again. "You want it rough, baby?" he growls, his voice low and husky with desire. "You want me to fuck you hard, make you scream my name?"

Y/N nods eagerly, her body burning with anticipation as Mingyu positions himself between her trembling thighs. With a primal need driving him, Mingyu plunges into her depths, his movements rough and relentless as he drives her wild with pleasure.

Y/N cries out, her voice filling the room as Mingyu takes her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, her body rocking with the force of his passion.

As Mingyu pounds into her with a hunger that borders on desperation, Y/N clings to him, her nails digging into his skin as she rides the wave of pleasure crashing over her.

"Yes, Daddy, just like that," she moans, her voice filled with ecstasy as he takes her to new heights of pleasure.

Mingyu's movements become even more primal as he thrusts into Y/N with a force that borders on savage, his hips driving forward with relentless intensity. With each powerful thrust, Y/N feels herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the raw passion of their coupling.

In a moment of unbridled desire, Mingyu leans down and spits into Y/N's mouth, the hot saliva mingling with their shared breath as she swallows it down eagerly, her eyes blazing with desire.

The taste of him fuels her arousal, igniting a fire within her that burns hotter with each passing moment.

Their bodies move together in a frenzied dance of passion, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room as they lose themselves in the throes of ecstasy. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's trembling form, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever it lands.

"God, you feel so good," Mingyu growls, his voice thick with desire as he pounds into her with a hunger that knows no bounds. "You're mine, Y/N. All mine."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's words wash over her, his possessiveness only adding fuel to the fire of their passion. She arches her back, offering herself up to him completely as he takes her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless.

As they reach the peak of their pleasure, Mingyu drives into Y/N with one final, powerful thrust, sending them both tumbling over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy.

"This is not over, you can give me more right baby." Mingyu's words send a shiver down Y/N's spine as she feels his desire burning hot against her skin.

"I can give you everything you want, Mingyu," she breathes, her voice thick with desire as she surrenders herself to him completely.

With a primal need driving him, Mingyu flips Y/N over onto her hands and knees, her body quivering with anticipation as he positions himself behind her.

As he spreads her ass to reveal her swollen cunt, Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of what's to come.

With slow, deliberate movements, Mingyu opens her anal hole, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She moans, her voice echoing off the walls of the room as Mingyu lines his dick up with her tight, puckered entrance.

As he pushes into her, Y/N cries out, her body tensing with the delicious sting of pleasure mixed with pain. Mingyu's movements are rough and unrelenting as he drives into her with a hunger that leaves her breathless, each thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge.

Through the haze of pleasure, Y/N can hear Mingyu's voice, low and husky with desire as he whispers words of encouragement and dominance in her ear. "You're mine, Y/N," he growls, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "All mine."

Y/N nods eagerly, her body trembling with need as Mingyu takes her to new heights of pleasure. With each thrust, she feels herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their coupling.

"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as he fills her anal hole and plunges his fingers into her cunt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes well up with tears as her legs tremble beneath her, her senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations washing over her.

As Mingyu continues to thrust into her with a relentless hunger, Y/N can't help but cry out in ecstasy, her moans filling the room as she surrenders herself to him completely.

His fingers work her cunt with expert precision, driving her closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment.

With a primal growl, Mingyu withdraws his fingers from Y/N's cunt and delivers a sharp slap to her ass, the sting sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he delivers another punishing blow.

Y/N can only whimper in response, her body trembling with desire as Mingyu's rough touch sends her pleasure skyrocketing to new heights.

She watches him through the mirror, her makeup smudged and her eyes glazed with desire as he spits on her hole, the hot saliva sending shivers of pleasure racing down her spine.

With each thrust, Mingyu drives deeper and deeper into her, his movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment.

As Mingyu and Y/N reach the pinnacle of their pleasure, their bodies trembling with anticipation, they lock eyes in the mirror, their gazes filled with desire and longing. With one final, powerful thrust, Mingyu drives deep into Y/N's trembling body, his own release imminent.

"Fuck, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Her words are barely a whisper as Mingyu's relentless thrusts push her over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rides the wave of her climax.

Mingyu's own release follows soon after, his body tensing with pleasure as he spills himself deep inside her, their essences mingling in a messy, tangled embrace.

As they come down from their shared climax, Mingyu holds Y/N close, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they cling to each other desperately, their hearts pounding in unison as they savor the blissful aftermath of their shared ecstasy.

In that moment, there are no words, no thoughts, only the raw, primal connection between them as they bask in the warm glow of their love.

As the last echoes of their shared climax fade into the air, Mingyu and Y/N lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies still humming with the lingering traces of their passion. Mingyu presses a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, his heart overflowing with love for the woman who has captured his heart.

"Y/N," Mingyu whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he gazes into her eyes, "I never knew what true happiness was until I met you. You've brought light into my life, chased away the darkness, and shown me what it means to love unconditionally."

Y/N's heart swells with love as she listens to Mingyu's words, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She reaches up to cup his face in her hands, her touch gentle and reassuring as she brushes away the stray tears that glisten in his eyes.

"Mingyu," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, "you've brought so much love and warmth into my life. You've shown me what it means to be cherished, to be truly seen and understood. I love you more than words can express, and I can't imagine my life without you by my side."

Mingyu's heart skips a beat at Y/N's words, his love for her swelling within him until it threatens to burst free. He takes her hands in his, his touch tender and reverent as he gazes into her eyes with all the love in his heart.

"Y/N," he says, his voice thick with emotion, "will you do me the honor of being my partner in life? Will you stand by my side through all the joys and challenges that the future may bring? Will you be my wife?"

Tears of joy stream down Y/N's cheeks as she nods, her heart overflowing with love for the man who has captured her heart.

"Yes, Mingyu," she whispers, her voice filled with love and devotion, "I will marry you. I will stand by your side through thick and thin, through all the ups and downs of life. I love you with all my heart, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

With tears of joy streaming down their faces, Mingyu and Y/N share a tender embrace, their hearts entwined as they embark on the next chapter of their journey together.

And as they hold each other close, they know that their love will only grow stronger with each passing day, a beacon of hope and happiness in a world filled with uncertainty.

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[coralinnii]

❋ Falling into his arms ❋ feat: Vil ⭑ Azul ⭑ Deuce ⭑ Malleus genre: fluff note: gn!reader, no pronouns used with reader, unspecified relationships, reader is depicted as magicless, 

Trying out his new heels

Vil has an extensive collection of designer shoes of all styles from his modeling gigs or even gifts from companies to entice him to work with them. On occasion, he gets a few of the same style if he ever thinks he knows someone that would pull them off, like you for example. 

The young model offered to try out these pair of heels that he said would accentuate your legs even better and he wouldn’t stop until you tried them on, so you did. 

But these particular pair were taller than what you were used to walking in so rather than an elegant figure, you more resembled a baby deer wobbling on ice. You only managed a few steps before you tripped up and started falling forward from your loss of balance. 

Luckily Vil was keeping a watchful eye on you or before your literal fall from grace, the Pomefiore leader wrapped a strong arm around your waist to pull you upright. 

“Good grief, you’re a disaster in heels” he sighed which you pouted in rebuke. Blame the shoes, not you! 

“Try again, make sure to lift your legs so as to not trip and shift your weight accordingly” Vil instructed, strict as ever. 

But he didn’t move away from you. In fact, Vil offered his arm for you to hold on and stepped in line with you. The blond senior was probably making sure you don’t hurt yourself but you couldn’t help but think you two resemble a couple walking together which conjured feelings of butterflies in your stomach. 

You kept your silence about it, hoping you get to stay like this for as long as you can. However, Vil caught your poorly hidden glee and smiled bemused by your cuteness. 

Working at Monstro Lounge

It was a busy day at Monstro Lounge as Azul revealed a limited addition menu using a shipment of rare ingredients he procured recently. With the heavy traffic of customers, you took this as an opportunity to make some extra cash for the week. 

It was not because you wanted to stay close to a certain caecilian merman. Pfft, of course not. 

And even if you did, you didn’t manage to see much of Azul anyway when the stream of students coming in and out made you busy throughout your shift as you zoomed around the restaurant taking orders and serving dishes. 

In your haste to bring in a new order, you failed to notice a student getting up from his table and knocked you over, sending you flying backwards. 

Panicked, you braced yourself for a bruised back and/or bum. But to your surprise, you felt a pair of arms scooping you before you fell. In your peripheral vision, you noticed the flutter of a large silver coat and matching wavy locks. 

“While I appreciate the liveliness of my business, I must prefer to avoid mishaps” Azul quipped, bringing you upright to your feet with such ease that you never realized how sturdy the lean Housewarden really was. 

The student who knocked you over apologized sincerely to you which you easily forgiven and the atmosphere returned to a happier ambiance as everyone turned their focus away from you. 

You thanked Azul for rescuing you and he played off your gratitude with a business-like smile. “Well, you can also return the favor to me” How typical of the calculating student. 

But before he left to return to his office, Azul whispered in your direction and if you weren’t already hyper-focused on him, you could have missed it. 

“I rather you take a rest than to run yourself ragged and hurt yourself” 

Azul walked away before you could question him but you felt a warm bubbling feeling in your chest. Was the Azul Ashengrotto worried for you?

An accident during flying lessons 

Flying lessons are typically uneventful for you since you couldn’t participate with the other magical students. Being on the ground while you watch your classmates soar across the sky stung (though you supposed it’s better than running laps with Coach Vargas)

One day however, Grim had the brilliant idea of letting you fly with him on his broom. He was confident in his skills on the broom that he could handle the extra weight. He is a genius mage, after all. 

You should have had better common sense. You’ve seen his progress and you’ve seen him nosedive towards the ground a couple of times so how in Twisted Wonderland can he handle a passenger? But you let your envy win as you wanted to experience the joy of the wind blowing in your face as you flew so you agreed. 

So, that was a terrible idea. 

There was a moment of excitement as it seemed to be going well. Grim was keeping the broom steady despite the new addition on the stick. The two of you managed a few short laps and you started to let your guard down…then it happened. 

You heard Grim let out a yelp as the broomstick suddenly stopped mid-flight and suddenly jolted upwards, scaring you as you were knocked off the broom and started falling straight towards the field. 

The wind rushed by your ears, deafening you. You couldn’t hear anything but your own racing heart as tears escaped you. 

Then suddenly, you saw a familiar shade of blue as you crashed into a firm body as something - or someone - stopped your fall. Warm arms wrapped around you protectively as you and your saviour descended ungracefully but safely back onto the ground. 

“Yo, are you guys ok?!” You heard Ace yelled out as he dashed towards the two of you. “Nice catch, Deucey. Talk about a close call” 

It was Deuce who saved you? Clumsy but well-meaning Deuce? Your eyes looked over to see Deuce with his signature blue hair scolding Grim on your behalf and you placed a hand on your chest. Your heart calmed down a bit but it was too quick to be normal. Your face felt hot and your hands felt clammy. 

It’s just because of your adrenaline, right? 

A misstep while gargoyle watching

Be it by choice or by convenience, you became the main companion to the great fae mage during his nightly stroll to find gargoyles to appreciate. You walked through many nights with Malleus, listening intently to his passionate explanations of these old figures. Whether you like them or not, you have to appreciate the pure joy in Malleus’ voice as he talks endlessly about them. 

During one night, the two of you decided to take a closer look at the particularly old gargoyle as Malleus to look over the details of the figure that can only be seen up close. 

You were atop of the roof of an old manor, and you could feel how decrepit the building was as you felt certain parts of the roof coming loose or weaker than other areas. Malleus wasn’t worried as he lifted himself to not add his weight on the building. 

After a while though, you forgot your worries as you listened to your companion speak about the gargoyle that caught his interest tonight. He pointed out a particularly small detail that you couldn’t quite see. So, you took a step forward to take a better look. 

When suddenly, a piece of the roof broke beneath your feet and your foot was caught as you started to fall forward towards the edge of the roof. 

You let out a scream fearing the worst, but then you felt a rather gentle brush of wind before you felt your body slowing down. In a flurry of green lights you found yourself floating into Malleus’ arms as he caught you before you even descended off the roof. Gently, he pulled your foot out from the broken part of the manor and proceeded to float down towards the ground below with you in his arms. 

“I apologize. It seems I’ve underestimated the state of this building” His voice was calm but you saw glimpses of concern and guilt in Malleus’ green eyes. Without a hint of discomfort, he started to walk towards the Diasomnia dormitories “You have gotten hurt on my watch so I will take responsibility in tending to your injury” 

Even if you were shocked by the sudden turn of events, you didn’t voice any complaints as you chose to relish in the warmth of Malleus’ hold. You also didn’t question the young fae why he didn’t just teleport into his dorm or just heal your injured foot right there. 

You were willing to take the scolding from Sebek and the embarrassing teasing from Lilia any day for time spent with Malleus, and the feelings seem to be mutual

#twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst x reader #twst imagines #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #deuce spade #twst deuce x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Popular Channel

Narrated by Angel.

Angel: Hello, everyone! It's Episode 611 of the Drinking Guide with Boba, and today's topic is...

Narrator: In front of the milk tea shop, I modeled my new milk tea design, waving at the camera and smiling sweet smiles.

Narrator: Now the Boba has more than 10,000 fans!

Choose either "That fast?" or "How come?"

If "fast," ...

You: You hit 10,000 fans just like that, Angel?

Narrator: Not only that, my live stream gets over 100,000 people! I owe it all to Nikki.

If "how," ...

You: How did it grow so fast?

Narrator: Because I followed Nikki's suggestion, of course! Aren't I much different now?

--

Narrator: Ever since I wore my designs on the live stream, my fan counter started going through the roof.

Narrator: Every time I reviewed a milk tea live, I'd wear something appropriate for the product.

Narrator: And they always featured eye-catching elements relevant to milk tea. That is my unique Boba style.

Narrator: That set me apart from the countless other live streamers.

Narrator: Plus, I'm a true pro with mad skills. Then you throw in the distinctive fashion style and it's a given.

Narrator: See, the fans love me now!

Narrator: Several comments popped up on the screen...

Netizen A: I love the outfit! Want! Where can I get it?

Netizen B: I wish I had Boba's milk tea handbag! So cool!

Netizen C: Talented Boba! Not only a great job on milk tea shops, but tres-cool threads! And the ponytails complement the hat perfectly!

Narrator: I winked at the camera.

Angel: I designed all my outfits. They're not available anywhere.

Angel: However, interested parties can contact me for partnership, so we can get everyone the milk tea handbag they wanted!

Narrator: A wave of cheers flashed across the comment section.

Narrator: With a hyped audience, I turned the camera on Nikki and Momo.

Angel: Let me introduce to you two of my best friends, Nikki and Momo!

Momo: Hi all, this is Momo, the favorite of all you humans!

Narrator: At Momo's fervent request, I put up a crawler that read, "Special Guest from Moments: Master of Barbecue."

Narrator: While it baffled the audience, Momo remained undeterred.

Momo: Milk tea goes swimmingly with barbecue!

Angel: Come on, Momo and Nikki, let's get in line!

Momo: Oh god, there must be hundreds of people before us! This is too much... Not everyone can be a blogger.

Nikki: That's what makes Boba great!

Angel: You're gonna send me to cloud nine if you keep this up! But it won't seem long with us doing live stream.

Narrator: The fans loved to see us three banter, too. And people were coming up to me to say hi, so the wait wasn't boring at all.

Momo: So many viewers! Has my reputation as the Master of Barbecue far proceeded me?

Narrator: As Momo relished in his newfound "popularity," a fan ran up to me.

Fan A: I'm a fan, Boba! Can I be on camera?

Angel: Sure!

Narrator: I pulled the fan over to say hi to my viewers.

Angel: Feel free to approach me if you see me in a line!

Angel: I can tell you whatever you want to know about milk tea!

Narrator: With Nikki on my left, a fan on my right, my favorite shop before me, and me wearing the special Angel milk tea fashion...

Narrator: It was just perfect to combine everything I loved all at once. I felt fulfilled and energetic!

Narrator: Until...

Narrator: The man in front slowly pulled out a virtually endless list.

Narrator: The familiar cap, sandals...

Narrator: You again?!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#angel #shining nikki #chapter 3 #sr designer #transcript #milk tea #boba tea #bubble tea #social media #popularity #marketing #popular channel #live stream

[cherrirui-official]

Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 1/7)

Since the edited episodes are starting to come out, I figured that bc of that and the fact that I've been keeping this in the back burner for a loooong while now, might as well complete all my friendlocke violet gijinkas!! Some are gonna stay the same while others are gonna have slight/ complete redesigns, so please keep that in mind!

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there's gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I'll be linking here when done vvv

(Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

And that's pretty much it, designs under the cut!

LARK:

HUGE nerd. spent most of his time during the Uva Academy studying different kinds of pokemon as well as different fighting styles he can utilize once he is able to go out on his own journey with his very own trainer! Too bad that didn't really help in the long run...

His entire wardrobe consists of McDonald's related outfits. It's fucking insane. He even has some from long LONG ago that aren't available anywhere else.

The bubble pattern on his hair is able to move and change. Nobody knows how this is possible, not even Lark himself. All Lark knows is that his hair looks incredibly stylish!

Speaking of bubbles, he has the ability to blow bubbles whenever and wherever he pleases!

Often keeps himself extremely clean and gets upset if even a small speck of dirt gets on him, despite this he somehow smells like McDonald's food and axe body spray. Disgusting. He's so cool!

Even after death he still likes to hang around the other team members as a ghost, often getting to know the newer members as well as reuniting with the old ones. Sometimes they see him, sometimes they don't. It usually depends.

SARA:

Due to being a human in her past life, Sara is able to actually speak with the other humans in the pokemon world. However she usually doesn't due to it being seen as extremely weird and out of place. She did slip up once while talking in the presence of Arven, who thought it was the weed making him hear things.

Oinkologne are usually unable to do much with their hooves but Sara spent nights practicing how to knit with her new hooves and now she's able to do it flawlessly. I don't know how she managed to do that but go queen!

When first joining the team she'd often have the urge to eat her food related companions. It was a strange time for Sara, but she managed to overcome it.

When Peppy gets sick, she usually is the one who nurses him back to health. She was a human once so she often is able to figure out whatever sickness Peppy has and treat it properly. I suppose she's like a second mother to him.

The bag she carries with her is full of thread that she collected from various Tarountula she encountered on the journey, as well as little things she knits together in her spare time.

For the most part, Sara forgives... but NEVER forgets.

Did you guys know that Sara has a new YouTube channel? Check it out!

Pastey:

Before joining the team, Pastey was a nameless wanderer. He's been down every road in Paldea and knows almost the entire region (except for Area Zero) like the back of his hand.

He's gotten hurt pretty badly throughout the run (ie. the Mikey fight, the Atticus fight, and ESPECIALLY the final battle), however, he does not gain any (physical) scars from those fights. This is bc he's basically an axolotl, and axolotls are usually able to heal without scarring.

Pastey's "arms" are, to put it simply, mud prosthetics. More info here vvv

Pastey HAS met Mall Bingo once before the run, however, he doesn't recognize her. The only reason he does not recognize her is bc she wears glasses. (You know how people somehow aren't able to recognize Superman bc he wears glasses in his civilian attire even tho his face remains the same? It's basically like that lmao)

Unlike the lightbulbs he eats, the gasoline he drinks isn't really mandatory to his diet. Gasoline is like alcohol to him and he drinks it like an absolute CHAMP.

He goes fishing when there's nothing else to do or when he can't sleep at night. He doesn't do this bc he thinks it's fun or anything, only bc it's a "good time passer" or so he claims. Other members of the team will often sit with him and vent out anything that's troubling them at the moment, and Pastey is always there to listen to them.

And that's pretty much it. Next is Joe, Hannah Ü, and Mykyie!

#I am a firm believer that Sara can and will beat ass #No i do NOT plan on making gijinka designs for Chatbike and Phil sorry guys #just getting that out of the way i know how much yall love phil /j /lh #Anyways it feels so good to finally start on this like holy moly #also idk when the others will be done... HOWEVER... #The sketches for Joe Hannah and Mikey are already pretty much done I just gotta make em digital #so ideally they'll be out pretty soonish I'd say... I hope #but yeah if anyone has any questions abt them feel free to send them in my askbox and I'll be happy to answer them as best as i can! #<- No anons tho sorry yall #Also I need to be honest here Lark's outfit kinda does look atrocious and I couldve changed it... BUT... #I honestly thought it was WAY funnier if Lark's attire looked weird on purpose so I kept it like that lol #Anyways sorry for the word vomit here are the tags #friendlocke #friendlocke violet #saltydkdan #should my gijinkas have their own tag...? Sure why not #Violet Gijinka Au #cherris canvas