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WIP - West 70th
1880s-1910s row of Upper West Side townhomes.
Been working on this row of late 19th c. brownstones on and off for the past year now, so needless to say when I heard about For Rent I was hype.
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This initially started because I was homesick for NYC during the pandemic. Specifically for the area of the upper west side my dorm was in while I was a student. I mainly blame this experience for my obsession with historical architecture - walking along central park west past the Dakota on the way to the subway, smoking on the stoops of the brownstones late at night, going to classes in the wedding cake that is the Ansonia - it was just everywhere, and so, so beautiful to look at.
Except a lot of it is faded glory - buildings subdivided, details chipped or covered in the thickest coats of grime or paint. So I wanted to replicate some of the old New York from around the turn of the century. The one I read about in the Luxe series and saw in the Samantha movie lol.
The basement or garden level of each four-story brownstone will be dedicated to the original purpose as the main workplace of the service staff. Unfortunately no room for the actual garden, so laundry lines and planters are on the roof. There are bedrooms and bathrooms for a cook and a housekeeper/butler, along with the staff dining and the kitchen. The butler's pantry is directly upstairs from the kitchen, and the top floor is almost exclusively made up of staff bedrooms and washrooms.
I usually do the service areas first because they're the most interesting, and there was nothing more interesting than a full edwardian brownstone kitchen. Lots of exposed piping, beadboard, subway tile, and shelves of clutter. Has a separate scullery, pantry, and stairs down to a basement storeroom to keep your best champs-le-sims nectar in. There's also a servant's bellboard in the kitchen and the staff dining room. It along with the "boiler" system are made with tool and CC-free.
The main entrance and parlor are doing their best to continue the gothic revival theme of the exterior. The library and dining room follow in the enfilade starting in the parlor. Since this first house is a corner lot, it has a bit more width and space than a true brownstone. The only actual brownstone I've been inside of is Lady Mendl's, so ofc I had to have an extensive tea setup. Def took a lot of inspo from these two pics alone for these rooms.
The main stairwell and picture gallery lead to three large bedrooms on the second floor, and then up to the children's room and nanny's bedroom on the third floor. I really like skylights. I learned the importance of decent lightwells in staving off depression one semester when my window looked out onto a brick wall
The master bedroom and the children's room above it both have their own private sitting rooms and bathrooms. All rooms have either fireplaces or cast iron radiators.
There's no way this is going to be finished by the time For Rent comes out, so im just going to release it in whatever state it's in when it does come out. The exteriors and interior room layout for all the townhomes will (hopefully) most likely be set by then anyway.
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Also the anniversary of Chez Cromwell is coming up! Ive been gone for the better part of the year due to starting a new job, but I havent been idle. C.Cromwell has been updated for infants and ceilings, which led to me redoing the exterior and almost every room, so a rerelease is coming v soon! Sneak peek below. Happy Thanksgiving!
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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me
Chapter Sixteen-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.
(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)
Tags: 18+, Jealousy, Angst, Possessive Behaviours, Syltherin!Boys, asshole!Berkshire, Kissing, Threats Of Violence, Weaponizing!TomRiddle, Dirty Talk.
****FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.
As darkness shrouded the castle on the overly-anticipated Saturday evening, Tom guided you into the lively heart of the Slytherin common room, a space pulsating with carefree energy and laughter. Students adorned in their finest attire swirled around you, their faces flushed with excitement, their voices mingling in a chorus of revelry. The air crackled with the tang of burning embers, and the room was bathed in a warm, golden glow emanating from countless floating candles overhead.
Amidst the joyful chaos, Tom's friends sat at a secluded table, an oasis of calm amidst the storm. Their demeanor was poised, their laughter soft and controlled, setting them apart from the exuberant crowd. As you stepped closer, you felt like a solitary figure navigating the maze of social intricacies. Emily, who had promised to join you shortly, was notably absent, leaving you feeling like a fish out of water in this sea of unfamiliar faces.
Tom's hand in yours provided some semblance of comfort, grounding you in the midst of the lively chaos as he introduced you to each one of his friends individually. Every introduction was a meticulously choreographed ritual, marked by the graceful dip of heads and the soft rustle of silk against polished leather. Their smiles, though polite, held a hint of calculated charm, concealing a labyrinth of secrets beneath their composed exteriors.
In this enclave of refinement, Tom's circle stood apart from the rest of the common room. The casual revelry of the other Slytherins felt distant, their laughter and chatter forming a separate backdrop to the sophisticated symphony of Tom's world. The room seemed to bend to the will of this select group, accentuating the stark contrast between their cultivated refinement and the more carefree atmosphere of the rest of the room. Here, every gesture and word was carefully curated, preserving an aura of exclusivity. You could tell this was not something they did very often, so when they did, it was absolutely noticed--the rest of the room seemingly more tame in response, a stark comparison to the last party you had ventured in on.
This group represented everything you had ever dreamed of being a part of, all the aspirations you had ever hoped to achieve. Yet, your focus--or rather, your entire fucking mind--was elsewhere.
And the very reason it was elsewhere was seated amidst a circle of his elite friends-- Nott, Berkshire, Black, Zabini, and Malfoy, with Pansy Parkinson at his side--Mattheo's intense gaze bore into you from across the room. His dark eyes, like orbs of obsidian, were sharp and penetrating, dissecting the scene meticulously, and no matter what the fuck you tried to do, there was absolutely nothing that could distract you from the feeling of his gaze, burning flesh wounds into your skin with each passing second.
While his friends engaged in lively conversations, Mattheo's attention was solely fixated on you and Tom. His focus, both laser-sharp and predatory, traced every movement, every touch, every nuance of your interactions with his brother. The air around him crackled with an unspoken tension, his lips pressed into a thin line, a manifestation of the restrained emotions churning beneath his composed facade. It was as though he was dissecting the scene before him, his mind processing every detail with the precision of a master strategist, all while his dark eyes remained fixated on you, as though he was scared that he'd miss something if he looked away.
As the night bore on, you began to grow more comfortable amidst the sophisticated chatter--getting to know a few of Tom's friends fairly well, discussing ambitions and graduation plans without even being offered a single drink. You honestly thought things had been going well, almost far too fucking well--until Tom excused himself momentarily, his eyes meeting yours from the seat next to you as he prepared to make his exit.
"I need to handle something," he said, his voice low and confidential, his eyes flicking to his brother across the room, before returning to you. "I noticed Mattheo watching you...why don't you go say hi? I should only be a few moments, I'll join you when I'm finished."
"Oh, no-uh..." you hesitated, knowing that Berkshire was present, a fact you couldn't ignore. "I don't think it's a good idea, Tom, me and-" you began, attempting to voice your concerns, but he cut you off with a soft, reassuring kiss.
His lips pressed against yours, brief yet meaningful, before he pushed up from the table, leaving you in the midst of the party, alone.
As Tom's figure disappeared from view, you caught another glimpse of Mattheo from across the room, his gaze intensified, his stormy eyes ablaze with a potent mix of irritation and complete fucking fury--something you've seen in his eyes a few times before, but never like this. He sat slumped in the chair, his form swallowed by the shadows, his tousled curly hair falling over his forehead in disarray. The dim light caught the sheen of frustration on his sharp features, accentuating the hard lines of his jaw and the determined set of his mouth. His fingers tightened around his drink, the muscles in his hands flexing with the effort to suppress the simmering anger bubbling within him.
You knew him all too fucking well at this point to know that he was not bloody happy, and you weren't entirely confident that approaching him was at all the right move at this moment. Yet, you weren't sure what else you were supposed to do.
But before you could dwell any further, Blaise's eyes, a glimmering shade of obsidian, met yours from across the room. His lips curled into a playful smile, beckoning you over to his group with a subtle yet irresistible gesture. Despite your inner turmoil, the unavoidable feeling of dread pooling in your stomach, you excused yourself from the table and began to hesitantly make your way through the crowded room, every step feeling heavier as you approached the circle of Slytherin boys.
Mattheo's presence never relented, slouchily seated in the love seat, legs spread far too fucking wide, his intense gaze fixed on you. His eyes, like twin storm clouds, seemed to dissect every movement, scanning every inch of your body as you moved, as if he was searching for something hidden beneath your skin. It sent shivers down your spine, and you fought to maintain your semblance of composure.
As you drew closer, Berkshire, always the instigator, couldn't resist the opportunity to unleash his venomous tongue. "As if you're going to call her over here," he sneered, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. "Didn't know our circle was open to charity cases."
The rest of the Slytherin boys, visibly inebriated and riding the wave of arrogance, chimed in with smirks and condescending remarks, reveling in their camaraderie at your expense. It was a calculated display of power, a reminder that you were the outsider in this exclusive circle, a pawn in their powerful game.
Suppressing your frustration, you took a seat next to Blaise, your eyes darting briefly to Mattheo, who watched your every move with an intensity that sent your heart racing. The air crackled with tension, and you felt like a lamb surrounded by hungry wolves, each one waiting for the opportunity to pounce. Yet, amid the arrogance and hostility, Blaise's charm provided a temporary shield.
"Ignore them," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody amidst the discord. "They're always like this. Besides, you look stunning tonight, little raven. Don't let them get to you."
Despite Blaise's efforts to calm you down, to deescalate the situation as best as he could, Berkshire persisted, seemingly unable to control himself.
"I hear you're quite the favourite of the prodigy," he sneered, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Must be thrilling, being the chosen one for a night."
Malfoy, ever the arrogant asshole, added his own twist. "Or maybe she's just a distraction," he said, his tone conspiratorial. "You know how Tom likes to keep himself occupied, especially when the stakes are high."
You parted your lips to say something, to defend yourself in any sort of way, when another voice cut through the air, cutting you off before you could even attempt to force out a syllable.
"Tom's little plaything, isn't that right?" Regulus’ words were laced with arrogance, his voice like a low growl. "Who would have guessed."
Blaise shot Regulus a warning glance, his eyes urging him to rein in his hostility, but the damage was done. The room felt suffocating, the weight of their words pressing down on you, threatening to crush your resolve, and you couldn't hold your tongue any further--if they wanted to play with fire, you were going to make sure you were the one holding the matches.
A derisive chuckle escaped your lips as you assessed the Slytherins before you. "Jealousy, gentlemen, is a rather unflattering shade on anyone," you remarked, your gaze settling on Berkshire. "I'd refrain from it if I were you, Berkshire, you're already hard enough to look at as it is."
Berkshire's lips curled into a sneer, his arrogance on full display. "Well, well, we've got ourselves a little spitfire, haven't we?" he retorted, his voice dripping with condescension. "Someone really needs to fix that attitude of yours...perhaps I'll let Tom know, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to fuck it out of y-"
Mattheo's eyes turned icy, his rough voice slicing through the air like a blade of frost. "Berkshire, I suggest you keep your filthy mouth shut before someone decides to shut it for you," he said, his tone frigid and devoid of any warmth. "Let's start the fucking game, yeah?"
Mattheo's attempt to restrain his anger only made his words sharper, emphasizing the dangerous edge lurking beneath his composed exterior--Blaise, seemingly sensing the danger rolling over the horizon, nodded eagerly, shifting in his seat as he scanned around the circle.
"Absolutely, let's get on with it," he chimed in, his tone more playful now. He turned his attention to Nott, a sly grin forming on his lips. "Nott, truth or dare?"
Nott, appearing unfazed by the tension that had just unfolded, raised an eyebrow and smirked back at Blaise.
"Dare," he replied confidently, his demeanor cool and collected.
Blaise's grin widened. "I dare you to snog the next person who enters this common room."
Nott chuckled, seemingly unbothered by the challenge. "Piece of cake," he said, leaning back casually, his eyes scanning the room for potential targets.
You caught yourself smiling at his causality, but when you noticed a familiar blonde haired girl walking in, her eyes scanning the room as though she was looking for someone, your heart stalled.
Blaise's voice cut through the silence. "Hey, isn't that-"
"Yes." You said, raising a hand to wave her over as her sight finally landed on you. "It is..."
Emily hurried over, her eyes widening in curiosity as she settled into the seat next to you, giving you a small greeting. The room seemed to hold its breath as Theodore stood up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Ah, perfect timing," Theodore said, his voice smooth and confident. "Emily, was it? Lovely name. I've been dared to kiss the next person who enters the room, so I must inquire, do you have a boyfriend, and would you be amenable to participating in this little game?"
Emily blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Um, no boyfriend," she stammered, her gaze shifting nervously between Theodore and the expectant faces around her. "I guess...I mean, if it's just a game, sure, I guess that's fine."
The tension in the circle seemed to heighten as Theodore closed the distance between them, his eyes fixed on Emily's lips. The room fell silent, everyone holding their breath as he leaned in, his hand finding her chin, tilting her head back as his lips met hers in a brief, almost chaste kiss. The atmosphere crackled with a strange mixture of anticipation and awkwardness, your eyes meeting Mattheo's for a fleeting moment--one that felt as though it lasted forever, noticing his jaw tense and his eyes darken as he glimpsed your mouth, and then, as Theodore pulled away, a sly smirk played on his lips.
"There we go, a perfect dare fulfilled," he said as he reclaimed his seat, leaving Emily looking slightly dazed. "And that's how it's done, boys."
Theodore's triumphant tone hung in the air, echoing his satisfaction at successfully completing the dare. Emily, looking slightly embarrassed but surprisingly amused, exchanged a bewildered glance with you. It seemed like Theodore had a natural talent for both charm and mischief, a combination that made him rather unpredictable.
Blaise let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "Well played, Nott," he said, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and approval. "I think we could all take some fucking notes."
Theodore's dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned his attention to Malfoy, who sat back, looking unfazed despite the intensity of the situation.
"Malfoy, truth or dare?" he asked, his voice dripping with calculated curiosity.
Malfoy, never one to back down from a challenge, arched an eyebrow. "Dare," he declared, his confidence unshaken.
"I dare you to serenade the group," Theodore proclaimed with an impish grin after a few moments of thought, his eyes flicking toward Pansy. "And Pansy here gets to pick the song."
You couldn't stifle the smile that crawled its way across your face as Malfoy's expressions dropped, Pansy sitting up straighter against the back of the couch as though she'd just been abruptly woken up from a slumber. As she pondered her thoughts for a moment, a sly smile crawled across her lips while she turned her attention to Malfoy.
"I heard this charming Muggle song recently. 'Can't Help Falling in Love' by Elvis Presley, do you know it?" When Malfoy groaned, reluctantly nodding, her grin widened. "Perfect. Sing it, Malfoy, let's see if you can capture the essence of a true romantic."
Malfoy, never one to shy away from a challenge, dropped the grumbling act and accepted the dare with a smirk. He stood up gracefully, adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt with an air of confidence. The room fell into a hushed silence, anticipation hanging thick in the air.
With a deep breath, Malfoy launched into the Muggle love ballad, his voice slightly off-key but filled with an unexpected sincerity. Each word spilled out in an earnest attempt, and despite the imperfections, there was a genuine effort in his performance. The room was soon filled with laughter as Malfoy's melodramatic rendition took an unintentionally humorous turn.
His eyes, though, couldn't escape the challenge in Pansy's choice of song. As he sang, they occasionally flicked toward her, acknowledging the audacious choice. The laughter and amusement echoed around the room, mingling with the bittersweet undercurrent of emotions that danced in the air.
Amidst the laughter, Mattheo remained as serious as ever, his eyes continually locking onto you. For a brief moment, your gaze met his, and in that exchange, a torrent of memories flooded your mind--past moments shared in secret, a connection that had once felt unbreakable. The juxtaposition of Malfoy's performance and Mattheo's unwavering stare stirred something deep within you, a mixture of nostalgia, regret, and an unspoken longing that lingered in the pit of your stomach, leaving you both captivated and unsettled.
As his show finally came to an end, Malfoy took a bow, the circle erupting into a laughter-filled applause. As he returned to his seat, Pansy wore a satisfied grin, clearly happy with her choice, and Theodore looked especially pleased, reveling in the success of his dare.
"Quite impressive, Malfoy," Theodore remarked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Your secret talents never cease to amaze us."
Malfoy simply shrugged, his usual arrogance back in place. "Naturally," he replied, the corners of his lips quirking up in a subtle smile. "Now, who's next? How about you, Ravenclaw, truth or dare?"
You felt a sudden knot tighten in your stomach as Malfoy turned his attention toward you, his silver eyes sharp and calculating. The weight of the room seemed to press down on your shoulders as the spotlight shifted onto you. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, each more precarious than the last. Truth might lead to questions about Tom or Mattheo, both topics you desperately wanted to avoid.
So, with a forced nonchalance that barely masked your anxiety, you replied, "Dare."
You hoped against hope that the dare he gave you wouldn't plunge you into deeper waters, although the mischievous glint in Malfoy's eyes suggested he had something particularly devious in mind--and of course, you most definitely were fucking right.
"I dare you to go into the broom closet with Berkshire for fifteen minutes."
Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief at Malfoy's audacious dare, your voice laced with incredulity.
"Are you completely mental?" you scoffed, glancing at Berkshire, who seemed equally stunned. "There's no way I'm voluntarily locking myself in a broom closet with him for fifteen minutes. We will undoubtedly end up tearing each other's heads off."
Berkshire, never one to miss an opportunity to mock, chimed in, "Yeah, I'm not signing up for a murder-suicide pact tonight, thanks."
"What's the matter, Raven? Afraid of a little close quarters?" Malfoy, clearly enjoying your discomfort, taunted, "you two certainly have no problems running your mouths at each other in public. I think a little private meeting might be good for you."
You clenched your fists, trying to rein in your irritation. "I promise you, I'm not afraid...I'd just prefer not to be expelled a few months from graduation."
"Fine, fine...you're a bloody baby," Malfoy retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Since you're so picky, how about Mattheo instead. He's not scared of a little closet, are you, Riddle?"
Your eyes darted to Mattheo, his expression stoic, but a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. The room seemed to tighten around you, a sense of foreboding settling in your bones as Mattheo's jaw clenched visibly, his eyes glittering with concealed anger as he put down his cup and stood up. The tension in the room grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken hostility. His voice was low and steady, cutting through the silence like a knife.
"Fifteen minutes," he said curtly, his gaze fixed on the broom closet. "Knock when it's up."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his determined stare. There was a whirlpool of something in his eyes, something you couldn't quite decipher--anger, frustration, or maybe something entirely different. As he gestured toward the closet, you felt a shiver run down your spine, a mix of apprehension and anticipation.
With a deep breath, you stood up, your eyes never leaving his. You walked toward the closet, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze on your back. The door creaked open, and you both stepped inside, the darkness enveloping you as it closed shut behind you with a soft click. Inside the closet, the air was close, your breaths mingling in the confined space as you stood facing each other with hardly enough room to turn around if you tried to.
The seconds stretched into eternity as you waited, the tension between you almost suffocating. It was a daring game, one neither of you had expected to play, and now you were trapped together, the world outside the closet slipping away into nothingness, the tense energy in the room vibrating through your bones as the silence grew to be unbearable, neither of you daring to speak.
Finally, Mattheo spoke, his voice rough like gravel underfoot, breaking the silence like a crack of thunder in the night. "You let him kiss you."
His words weren't a question, but weren't really a statement either--it was as though he was repeating something, reading something off a sheet of paper, trying to make sense of it, each syllable carrying a weight of disbelief, as if he was grappling with a reality he couldn't quite accept. Your pulse increased, your lungs stalling, his tone laced with something you couldn't quite place--accusation, curiosity, or maybe a hint of vulnerability.
"Yes," your throat felt tight as you admitted your actions. "I did."
It was a confession, a truth you couldn't deny, even if you wanted to. The darkness seemed to amplify the weight of your words, and you could almost feel Mattheo's gaze piercing through the shadows, seeking answers. And even though you could hardly see Mattheo's face in the darkness of the closet, you could smell the hint of alcohol radiating off of him, not as strong as it usually was, but still enough to make your head spin. Mattheo's breath, warm and laced with the remnants of the party, washed over your face. His next question sliced through the air, sharp and accusatory.
"Why?" he demanded, his voice a low growl, echoing with frustration and confusion. "You said you don't-"
"I don't." You cut him off, already knowing exactly what he was going to say. "Not at fucking all."
The words spilled out, tinged with defiance, but beneath that was a current of vulnerability. You knew the truth of your feelings, but convincing Mattheo seemed like an insurmountable task in the darkness.
"Then why?" he pressed again, his tone more insistent, as though he needed you to unravel this mystery for him. "You're playing him...you're playing him like a fucking flute, yeah?"
His accusation hung in the air, a challenge, a plea for an explanation that made sense of the tangled web of emotions between you, and for some reason, all it did was further your anger.
"Does that bother you, Riddle?" you hissed, your voice cutting through the darkness like a blade. You shifted your weight, locking eyes with him, your gaze narrowed and intense. "Did you think you were the only one capable of playing games? Or maybe you think it’s only okay when you do it?"
The words carried a raw edge, a blend of defiance and accusation, challenging him to confront his own actions and hypocrisy. Mattheo's throat worked as he swallowed, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
"Raven, you're playing with fire-" he began, his voice a low warning.
"Don't even go there," you cut him off, your words dripping with venom. "I am the shape you made me, Mattheo...filth teaches filth..."
Your voice trailed off, the darkness of the closet adding weight to your words. You tilted your head, catching a glimpse of his parted lips and furrowed brows, a mix of frustration and barely-restrained anger etched on his features.
"And even still," you continued, your tone biting, "I could only dream to be as skilled at it as you are."
Mattheo's jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with an emotion you couldn't quite place, as your words hung in the air like a heavy fog. The anger and dread that had gripped you moments ago seemed to dissipate, replaced by an almost palpable tension. His energy shifted, seeping out of the closet through the cracks in the door, leaving a lingering, painstaking atmosphere in its wake.
You stood there, anxiety coiling in your chest, completely unaware of how close the two of you were until this very moment. His presence loomed over you, a silent force that you couldn't escape, and yet, a part of you didn't want to. His chest rose and fell with each intense breath, the confined space amplifying the weight of his proximity. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and even if there were, you found yourself rooted to the spot, knowing that not even a fucking fire could force you to move.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you, either." He whispered.
You paused. “You-“
"You haven’t left my mind…not even once." His words hung in the air like a sinful confession, catching you completely off guard. “Do you know how fucking annoying that is, Raven? Having to act like you’re not haunting me at all seconds of the fucking day?”
Utter shock seized you, your body tensing involuntarily. You stared at his face, desperately searching for any signs of deceit, but found none.
“The mind works in funny ways,” he said. “Memory…memory taps a fucking gun to your skull and demands you bring back the dead…meanwhile, the dead is out kissing my fucking brother in front of me…”
His gaze bored into yours, raw and unguarded, leaving you utterly defenseless against the truth he laid bare.
“I know we called things off, I know I used you in the beginning, I know I was a fucking asshole to you, and I’m…I’m fucking sorry..." his body seemed to vibrate with restrained emotion, his fists clenched at his sides, as though he was waging a war within his mind. "There’s so many girls out there, Raven...so fucking many that I could distract myself with, but it would do nothing...it's your body, it's your fucking pussy on my mind..."
Each word hung between you, heavy and charged with unspoken longing, you couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move. "Matt-"
Mattheo stepped forward, his presence overwhelming, his chest almost brushing against yours but not quite daring to touch. The tension between you crackled in the air, your every nerve on edge. His eyes, dark and searching, drilled into yours, seeking answers to questions you weren't sure you were ready to confront.
"Were you thinking of me?" His voice was a low rumble, an undercurrent of intensity underscoring his words. "When you're with him...every time you close your eyes, who do you see?"
Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers trembling at your sides. The room seemed to spin, the air growing thin as your lungs struggled to draw in oxygen.
"You." The word escaped your lips, a fragile admission that hung between you, heavy with the weight of truth. "Always, always you."
Mattheo exhaled, his breath rushing out like a dam breaking, as though he had been holding it in, afraid of your response. His lips parted, wetted by a tongue that seemed to have forgotten how to form words.
"That's right..." he murmured, his voice barely audible over the racing of your hearts. "You know I'm your best-kept secret, Raven...why don't you show me like you know and believe it..."
His words lingered in the charged atmosphere, a challenge and a plea, leaving you suspended in the moment, torn between the past and the present, between what was and what could be.
Your voice wavered with a mix of concern and disbelief. "You're drunk, aren't you, Mattheo..."
"I'm not drunk." His reply was swift, like a crack of lightning. "I've barely had one fucking drink, I'm as sober as I've ever been...and even if I hadn't quit all that shit, there'd be no way I could drink tonight anyways."
Your breath hitched, your eyes locked onto his, searching for any sign that this was some kind of sick joke. "Why?"
Mattheo emitted a low chuckle, but it lacked any warmth, carrying a sinister edge that sent shivers down your spine. "Because, if I was drunk, I wouldn't have been able to control myself...I would have knocked my own brother out fifty fucking times over without even a second thought…not a fucking soul in that room would have been able to stop me..."
His words hung heavy in the air, an ominous promise that draped over you like a suffocating cloak, leaving you with a chilling realization that the tangled web of your past was far from unraveling.
"You fucking ruin me, Raven..." his voice was a low, guttural whisper, dark and haunting, sending a shudder through your limbs. "That stare...it makes me fucking want things..."
Your eyes widened, his words wrapping around you like a vice, constricting your thoughts.
"Things...like what?" you managed to breathe out, your voice barely audible.
Mattheo ran a trembling hand through his tousled hair, the veins in his hands standing out in stark relief, a silent testament to the intensity of his emotions. His eyes, usually so sharp and controlled, were now clouded with a raw, primal desire, a longing that had been hidden for far too long.
"Things like my fist in your hair and my cock in that pretty fucking mouth..." he growled, his voice cracking with the weight of his desire. "Things like bending you over in the middle of that party just to show every asshole out there who you belong to..."
Your mind was a whirlwind, thoughts spinning out of control, unable to comprehend anything except the burning desire that consumed you.
"Holy fuck..." the words escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, a testament to the overwhelming intensity of the moment. "Mattheo, I...."
Mattheo's eyes, darker than you'd ever seen them, searched yours desperately. "Can I touch you, Raven?" he pleaded, his voice a raw, heartfelt plea. "Please, let me fucking touch you."
In response, you barely managed to nod, your throat tight with anticipation. And then, his lips crashed onto yours with a fervor that made up for all the lost time, all the weeks of distance and silence. His kiss was passionate, demanding, a fiery reunion of lips and souls that ignited a wildfire between you two. His hands, warm and possessive, found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, sealing the gap that had kept you apart for far too long.
In that moment, every wall you had built around your heart crumbled, the fragments falling away like ash in the wind. You surrendered to the storm that was Mattheo Riddle, his touch setting your skin ablaze, his kiss a tempest that swept you off your feet. He was your drug, your haunting addiction, an irresistible pull that defied reason and logic. No matter how far you tried to run, no matter the crazy measures you took to stay away, you always found yourself right back where you started--entangled in his arms, lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of his presence.
Mattheo broke the kiss, his hands gripping you as if he feared you might vanish into thin air. His lips trailed down to your jawline, his voice a low, gravelly murmur against your skin. "I can taste your fucking pain, Raven...is that because of me?"
You nodded, your voice catching in your throat. "Yes," you admitted, your vulnerability laid bare before him. "Having experienced both, I'm not sure what hurts more...intense feeling, or the absence of it..."
"The absence...without a fucking doubt," he whispered, his touch on your skin sending electric sparks through your veins. His presence felt overwhelming, his breath warm against your neck in the dimness of the closet. "I know he's good for you...I know he's every fucking thing that you need...but I-"
"No." Your hands tightened around his neck, nails digging into his skin. "He could be fucking everything and more...he's just...he's not you."
Mattheo's teeth grazed your earlobe, a shiver running down your spine as your words spun in the silence between your bodies. Your hands found his hair, fingers threading through the dark curls, holding onto him as if he were your lifeline in the midst of a storm.
"Better men could have you, Raven...I won’t deny that," he admitted, his voice a husky murmur against your skin. "But they'll have to get through me, now...I will leave such a fucking imprint on your soul that anyone you entertain after me will have to physically know me in order to fucking attempt to understand you..."
His declaration felt like a promise, an unspoken commitment that bound you to him in a way that transcended mere words. In that moment, you realized that you were not just giving in to desire; you were surrendering to something far more profound and all-encompassing. Mattheo wasn't just another flame to be extinguished; he was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path, leaving behind scorched earth and a desire that defied reason.
You pulled him closer, sealing the unspoken pact with a fervent kiss, letting the intensity of your emotions guide your actions. In that dim closet, amidst the whispers of Slytherin secrets and the echoes of your tangled past, you found solace in Mattheo's arms, embracing the chaos that came with wanting someone you shouldn't, knowing that in the end, the heart wants what it wants, regardless of the consequences.
The air in the closet felt charged with a potent blend of desire and desperation as you pulled away, gasping for air. The intensity of the moment coursed through your veins, leaving you breathless and exhilarated. Your eyes locked onto Mattheo's, your voice raw and unsteady, yet laced with conviction.
"You might be bad…so fucking bad for me, Mattheo," you whispered, your words hanging in the small space between you, "but I fucking want you...there's no one else..."
“Fucking hell, Raven…” Mattheo let out a low, guttural groan, his hand slithering up to grip your face gently, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. His stormy eyes bore into yours, his voice a gravelly murmur, carrying the weight of his emotions. “You’re my little devil, aren’t you?”
You smirked. “Yes…I am…”
"I'm in deep, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours, his breath warm and sweet. "Merlin knows we both feel it...you hold my fucking fate, so seal it…”
With those words, you closed the distance between you yet again, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, his hands slithering down to grip your backside with enough force to make you groan into his mouth. And just as things began escalating, just as your hands were trailing their way down the front of his body, reaching for his belt, there was a knock at the door.
"Fifteens up."
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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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So, do y'all remember the Adventure Time Mash-Up Pack for Minecraft back in like, 2017? Me and some friends have been messing around with that map lately and revamping some of the areas we consider a bit lacking with creative mode, and for me that was the Treehouse! I got ~100 reference pics from various episodes and tried to put it all together into the most autistically accurate Treehouse I could, and I wanna share it here cause I'm really proud of it!
Feel free to skip the text and just look at the pretty pictures. Cause when I say "autistically accurate" I MEAN IT. It's MY blog and I get to choose the special interest. :p
The exterior is mostly unchanged from the official map, but I added the orange tree from My Two Favorite People, and the pond. Also the log where Finn sits and thinks in Gotcha!
Yes, I will be mentioning specific episodes like this often.
I didn't make the Grotto, because I'm not THAT crazy, but I did make the pond really deep and filled it with the sort of things you see when Finn swims down there in Beyond the Grotto.
The first thing you see when you actually go inside is the treasure room, of course! The official map's treasure room is so small and sad, but I made it more accurate to how it looks in the show, with a ton of ladders and platforms going upwards until you get to the kitchen.
Speaking of, at this point I should show the layout I based the rooms' positions on...
I put this together myself and I THINK it's the most consistently accurate layout... of course, it's a cartoon, sometimes you'll get stuff like the bathroom in the left branch for the sake of a gag in Dentist, and characters will frequently run offscreen and then teleport to another room, BUT this is what I observed to be the most common layout seen when the camera will actually follow the characters through doors and ladders and etc.
Interestingly, the ladder in the trunk actually seems to connect to the kitchen, which is HIGHER than the living room, and then you have to go down a separate ladder to get to the living room. Confusing! But it checks out.
So yeah, climbing up past the treasure room takes you right to the kitchen! Some specific details to call out here are:
- The picture of PB with the two spatulas is from Abstract, and I painted it myself in-game via a mod! Unfortunately I didn't get around to other paintings yet, they're a bit annoying to make.
- The urn supposedly containing Margaret's ashes, from Conquest of Cuteness, is on one of the shelves.
- There isn't a single torch in this whole build! It's carefully lit up with candles, just like the Treehouse should be!
- There's actually this easily missable tiny room connected to the kitchen, seen in the last pic, that has another trapdoor and also the door to the bathroom. I believe that first shows up in Incendium and then stays around forever.
- The cooler is entirely full of eggs, like how Finn exclusively buys pre-boiled eggs when grocery shopping without Jake, in Temple of Mars.
The bathroom! Funnily enough, the bathroom might be the least consistent room in the whole Treehouse. It's just made up of a toilet, bathtub, and sink, but these three things shuffle around the room entirely at random from episode to episode. In this sort of situation, I consider the most accurate way to handle it to be the same as the show: just put them wherever! So I did that.
That door in the kitchen leads to this room, connected by a bridge. I just called it the "bucket room" because it has a bucket that Finn and Jake ride in in Rainy Day Daydream, although that episode has a pretty wacky Treehouse in general.
I hooked up a hand crank with the Create mod, so you can use it like an elevator kinda.
Down the other ladder in the kitchen gets you to, the living room! This room's just a small round circle in some episodes, but others have it a bit bigger.
That bookshelf is there in Jake Suit, and has Dream Journal of a Boring Man, Vol 12 on it. Since one of the decor mods I'm using lets me place down books, I copied the 3 excerpts we get to see from it down into a written book, so it's even actually there!
A really inconsistent aspect of the living room is this weird platform with a door. I can only remember it appearing in In Your Footsteps and Three Buckets, but maybe I've just always missed it? I made it lead back into the trunk, so you can use it as a shortcut up to the kitchen.
Also over here is this workbench, which to my knowledge suddenly shows up in season 8 and becomes a REALLY REALLY consistent part of the living room?? Seriously, it's in Two Swords, Horse and Ball, Abstract... It's suddenly all over the place!! But I genuinely can't recall it existing before that. Am I crazy or is this an actual thing?
Anyway, connected by bridge to the living room is the den! Surprisingly, even though it barely even shows up in any episodes, the den is SUPER messy and lived in. I tried to reflect this by jamming as many decorative blocks as I could in there.
Also for some reason this fireplace doubles as a pizza oven in Abstract? Yeah, Abstract's got a really silly Treehouse. But it was easy enough to slot in there, so I did!
Way back to the kitchen and upwards: the bedroom! I always thought the bedroom was so tiny and cramped, but a good few episodes actually show it as pretty spacious! I tried to hit a good balance.
The pictures hung up around Finn's bed are a blurry, badly taken picture of Huntress Wizard, and a clearly old picture of Flame Princess. They're both cute choices for Finn's future, and are my girlfriends' respective favorite characters, so I included both :D
I also included the attic, which as far I know ONLY appears in Dad's Dungeon. I think it's neat, though, so I put it here. It'll be nice for survival mode storage.
If you exit through the attic, you can get to the cloud that Finn and Jake have tied down for its rainwater. The dripstone on the underside looks a bit ugly, but it makes it functional! If you scoop water out of any of the cauldrons with a bucket, it'll slowly refill with water from the cloud!
We're nearing the end! Here's a back shot of things. I added the power lines, Neptr's cave, and the farm. For some reason, Holly Jolly Secrets has a second, distinct set of powerlines, but those would be ugly so I didn't include them.
Lastly, the chicken coop, as seen in BMO Noire and mentioned in Three Buckets, featuring Lorraine. Who looks like Boobafina in this texture pack, which is silly.
I'm... honestly not very satisfied with the coop's placement, as BMO Noire shows it being out on a rarely-seen branch, but this is the best I could do without a major facelift on the tree itself.
So, yeah! That's the image limit. There's a good few extra details scattered around here and there, but I'll leave it at that. I hope this is as fun to read as it was for me to write :D
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hotel paradise (m) | ft. jung jaehyun
summary you visit an exclusive brothel to satisfy your needs.
cw smut, praise, humiliation, toy play, light choking, squirting
word count 3.1k
a/n i'm thinking of turning this into a smut series featuring different members of nct hehe!
chap two three
It’s only when you’ve spent half the night burrowing your vibrator between your thighs and it decided to die right before you’ve reached your climax, that you decided to take up your colleague’s suggestion.
Fresh out of a break-up, you had moved to Seoul a few months back. The money here was better anyways and you wanted to forget all about your ex. All your highschool friends that had moved to Seoul always talked about how Seoul was the It-Place. Where the people were wild and parties were wilder. You thought you were finally going to find people that brought the much needed excitement and thrill you desired, particularly in your bedroom. Your ex-boyfriend, although your highschool sweetheart, wasn’t the best in bed and most of his attempts had left you feeling unsatisfied and yearning for more… fun.
Of course, nothing ever turned out the way you wanted and, now, six months into your stay in Seoul, you’ve never had anyone approach you, much less touch you. But when one of your colleagues-turned-friends caught wind of your little situation, she had casually introduced you to “just the place to get your needs sorted”.
So that’s how, at 2:38AM on a Saturday, you found yourself standing before an unassuming building, its exterior the same dark maroon bricks as the surrounding buildings with a panel of frosted glass doors facing you. The light from within shone into the street, illuminating the empty night, if not for the lingering drunkards from the parties before.
You glanced down at your phone, at an invitation message, as you took a moment to steel your resolve. You tried to push out the thoughts of doubt out of your head. In any case, if Hotel Paradise was exclusive enough to require an invitation by an existing member, then that must be a green flag, right?
You were immediately greeted by a bleach-blond haired lady when you walked through the doors. She looked neat and tidy, which calmed your anxieties about this being a sketchy brothel just a little.
“Welcome to Hotel Paradise, I’m Taeyeon, what can I do for you?” she said, with a perfected customer service smile.
You showed her your invitation message, and she made quick work in creating a membership for you in the system.
“Any requests for tonight?” she asked and gestured towards the plaques in front of you.
Your cheeks were quick to turn pink at her direct question. You glanced over at the plaques on the surface of the reception desk. Laminated behind plastic, they detailed a list of 20 boys, with photos and a short list of their strengths. Amidst your fluster, you quickly pointed at the first one that caught your attention. Jung Jaehyun, Toy Play, Praise and Humiliation.
“Okay,” she said as her freshly manicured fingers ran across her keyboard, “looks like he’s free currently. Is there anything else you’d like?”
You shook your head, mortified to share any more of your kinks with a stranger - kinks that you didn’t even share with your ex.
It took a moment before Taeyeon motioned you to go up the spiral stairs behind the counter. Second room to your left, she mentioned. You swallowed your saliva, before walking into the room.
The room was quite spacious, with egg-white paint coating the walls, a neatly made king-sized bed in the middle and a decent bathroom attached. If it wasn't for the row of sex toys placed on the table at the foot of the bed, you could have fooled anyone into thinking it was a room in any respectable hotel.
“My, my, what a lovely guest,” the man in the middle of the room came to greet you.
Immediately, you were captivated by his looks. You had picked him, for the most part, due to his photo. But looking at him in person was a whole other experience. His fluffy brown hair was carelessly tossed backwards with a few stray strands perfectly framing his face. His almond-shaped eyes were pressed into crescents and only god knew how hard you’d fall for his dazzling smile.
His hands reached over and removed the little shoulder bag that you had brought with you. And in a smooth motion, his arm slipped around your waist as he guided you to sit on the bed. It was only now, sitting in front of Jaehyun, that you’d wished you had spent just a little more time in choosing a more appropriate outfit. In a rush to satisfy your needs and to save on laundry efforts, you had put on your office wear - a neat powder blue blouse tucked into wide legged black trousers - the same one that had worn to the office on Friday.
“Busy day, huh?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your jawline.
You nodded; your cheeks flushed against his warm touch. Your attention was entirely drawn in by him and his effortless charm.
“I’ll reward you for working hard,” he said before gently kissing you.
His lips, soft and plump, pressed against yours softly, as if testing out the waters. Once, then twice. And another. When your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, his tongue skillfully parted your lips and darted into your mouth. He tasted like cool mint, and you caught a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. The intensity and fervour of the kiss only increased with each passing moment. Lust ignited a flame within you that spread across your body.
He used his body weight and pushed you down on the bed, with one knee between your legs to balance. His hand wandered around your body, caressing your breast, your waist and your butt before his fingers made quick work of your pants’ button and zipper. He slid the trousers off and, with a little kick from you, threw the pants across the room.
His lips then left yours for a moment, and it drew out a whine that you had never heard yourself make. It pleased him to hear your voice. You watched as a simple make out transformed the sweet and charming man into a lustful one. His once inviting smile morphed into a thirsty smirk, his lips were swollen, and his eyes burned with desire.
He left the bed for a moment, picking up your trousers and a small vibrator from the table before returning to you. He used the trousers as a makeshift rope to tie both your wrists to the bedpost and before dropping down between your legs.
“You look so pretty from down here,” he said as he placed the small vibrator against your clothed clit.
He moved it up and down, along your slit, taking in your moans of pleasure. He watched your every effort to push yourself closer to climax: how you’d buck your hips when the vibe hitted the right spot, how your moans got louder and less restrained and how your hands struggled against the bedpost.
“Please, please, please,” you cried out, “please let me cum- oh my god, I’m so close.”
Everything you did only pleased him further.
“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” He slid the vibrator away from your clit, “Already cumming for a stranger you’ve barely met?”
Your hips bucked and adjusted, hoping to feel the vibrator again, “Please, please.”
You whined and moaned but all he did was watch. His control was immaculate, he’d place the vibrator against your clit and just as you were about to cum, he’d take it off. Then he did it again. And again.
“Say it,” he said, “Let me hear it. What are you?”
A blush of mortification coloured your cheeks, no one had ever called you a slut.
“I’m…” You struggled to get the words out.
Jaehyun punished your hesitation by pushing the vibrator against your clit again.
You whined and were reminded of the reward at the end of the sentence, “I’m a slut. I’m a slut just for you.”
Pleased with your words and your desperation, Jaehyun finally let you cum, “That’s right, cum for me, slut. You’re such a good slut for me.”
He watched as the ecstasy ebbed through your body, your hips bucking high before crashing down against the bed, your fingers digging into your palms and your lips carelessly spewing out ‘thank you’s and ‘oh my god’s.
“That felt good, right?”
You nodded, albeit a little tired from that singular orgasm. It’s not an exaggeration to say that no one had made you feel the way his touch did. Forcing you to brand yourself as a slut sparked a new thrill for yourself. Everything he did only drew you into his lust-driven heaven.
He let you rest for a brief moment, as he swapped out the small vibrator for a vibrating dildo this time.
Watching Jaehyun put the dildo in his hands, you perked up with more energy.
By now, your cotton panties had been drenched in your juices. So, Jaehyun slipped them off to reveal your pussy. It’s been awhile since you’ve shaved, it wasn’t like you had anyone to show them to. This was an impromptu decision you had made. You immediately shut your legs up together, hiding them in embarrassment.
Jaehyun responded by softly prying your legs open, “no need for shyness now, kitten.”
His words were charming and comforting, which gave you just that little boost of confidence that you had needed. You opened your legs again.
This time, a newfound hunger engulfed Jaehyun at the sight of your glistening core.
He was quick to abandon his initial plan, lowering himself between your legs before burying himself into your thighs. Like a parched lion, his tongue was quick to lap up your juices.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled against your core, the vibration created a new sensation and drew out a soft mewl from you.
His tongue moved skillfully, each motion methodical and purposeful. He alternated between licking up and down your wet heat and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit. Either way, your head was dizzy with arousal. Your hips grinded against his face, searching for another release. Explicit words mixed with his name and your pleas carelessly tumbled out of your lips. Try as you might, you could barely contain your voice.
You hadn’t noticed it, but in the midst of your pleasure, Jaehyun had managed to push a singular finger into your core. His initial finger worked slower than his mouth, it’s only when a second finger thrusted into you that you felt him. The new sensation added to the maddening haze.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your body stiffening in anticipation.
“Cum,” his command was firm, “cum for me, my pretty little slut.”
The release was instantaneous, arousal flooded your system and your entire body quaked with pleasure. You almost saw white with that release. Your body heaved with a singular motion, crashing down into the bed. But Jaehyun didn’t let you rest; he was quick to replace his fingers with the vibrating dildo that he had chosen previously. A gasp escaped your lips, feeling yourself stretch around the foreign object. He turned it out and began pumping it into you. He ignored your pleas, revelling in the dishevelled sight of you. Office drone turned into a moaning mess. A twisted pleasure coursed through your body, a tinge of pain from sensitivity mixed with the dildo drilling into your g-spot. You begged him to stop, he didn’t. Your body buckled under the overstimulation; you were sure you were going to die if he didn’t stop.
You caught a glimpse of his wicked smirk, taking pride in his work.
Then, you fell from the cusp of your pleasure. A stream of clear liquid squirted from between your legs and onto Jaehyun’s face. Your eyes widened when you came to it, the first time that you had ever squirted. The pink flush on your cheeks reddened with more embarrassment. But before you had the time to apologise and explain that you didn’t intend on squirting all over him, he spoke first.
“Look at you, squirting all over me,” Jaehyun said, discarding the dildo, “I barely did anything, you know.”
His velvety voice sent shivers down your spine. Your humiliation grew under the weight of his words, and the truth of the situation. He was a stranger that you’ve barely met, and here you were cumming so easily at his every touch. His eyes, filled with great desire, burned into yours, and that thrill you felt under his gaze only further cemented the truth. You were acting like a complete slut for him.
You watched as he removed his jeans, then boxers. The sight of his member had your mouth salivating over it. You didn’t know you were such a slut. You could feel the growing heat between your legs as your mind conjured up images of his dick drilling into you. A foreign desire to just let him devour you arose. A strange impatience took over your mind whilst watching him slip on a condom.
“Why?” he crawled back on the bed, hovering over your body, “Like what you see?”
He didn’t wait for your reply, instead choosing to immediately thrust into you. A loud gasp escaped your throat. He felt bigger than you’d imagined. You were sure that he would split your body in half if he was any bigger and was grateful that he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. He adjusted himself, with one hand holding on to the bedframe for balance, and the other rested around your neck.
“Stop giving me such erotic looks, whore,” a twisted grin spread across his handsome face, “it only makes me want to mess you up even more.”
His hips moved with practiced ease, each thrust deep and impactful and drew out loud gasps from you. He started rocking his hips quicker and sloppier, his hand tightening along the sides of your neck. You’ve never been choked before, but that new stimulation drove you crazy. The slight almost-drunk dizziness from the asphyxiation only intensified every one of Jaehyun’s thrust.
“Oh?” he panted out with amusement, “You like getting choked, don’t you?”
He watched as your eyes rolled back and how your face scrunched with pleasure under his touch. The constant stream of melody that was your voice devolved from words and pleas into incoherent mewls and moans.
“You’re squeezing me so tight. Expected nothing less from my favourite slut.”
His hips moved with increasing impatience, as the both of you chased the highs of an orgasm. His grip on your neck only tightened, drawing small crescents into your skin. He grunted and groaned with less of the control he seemed to have.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” he said and you doubted, with what little sanity remained within you.
Your hair was completely messed up, from your constant squirming. The baby hair along your hairline had been stuck on your face with your sweat. You’re pretty certain your make-up - just a touch of eyeliner and nude lipstick - had all been smudged by sweat and tears. If anything, you’re sure you looked like a messed-up whore.
Still, Jaehyun leaned down and connected your lips with fervour. His warm tongue darted quickly between your lips and danced with yours, sucking and twirling your tongue. His thrusts didn’t slow down, and instead continuously rammed into your sweet little spot.
At this moment, you were completely intoxicated by his touches. He studied you well though, knowing that you were on the edge of your orgasm.
“Aw, are you about to cum?” he said with mocking sympathy, “You’re gonna cum on a stranger’s dick?”
You felt your ears turn red at his questions. The shame and guilt all twisting into a strange pleasure. You weren’t used to this, but you craved it more.
“I’ll allow it,” he said, “you look so pretty cumming. Cum for me, slut.”
There’s a disconnect between his words, a sort-of whiplash. One moment he called you pretty, another he was completely condescending. And yet, you liked it. You liked being his little slut. You liked looking pretty for him. And most of all, you liked obeying him.
That desire to obey, however, fell short of Jaehyun’s expectations. A twisted anger filling his eyes as his hand punished your neck with an even tighter grip - you were barely gasping for air at this point.
“I said, cum for me,” he growled before spitting in your face.
The warm spit against your cheek swirled with the hypnotising haze of being choked and gave you the push you need to slip into a mindblowing orgasm. Your entire body spasmed in pleasure as desperate moans left your lips. Your toes curled tight, and your fingers scratched the bedpost. The orgasm lasted a solid a few seconds, but the waves of oxytocin still washed over you as you basked in the afterglow, serving as minor orgasms.
But Jaehyun wasn’t a man of patience, especially not when you laid under him, completely writhing with pleasure with a look of complete daze. Your still-spasming core squeezed his dick tight and coupled with a few sloppy thrusts were enough to send him into an orgasm as well.
He moaned and stiffened, his orgasm translated into deep and impactful thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. Your body was at a complete subservience to his orgasm, with Jaehyun not caring about your verbal protests from the overstimulation nor the way your hips and legs were shaking.
It took him a few moments, before he came crashing down on the bed next to you panting. The lust-driven demon seemed to disappear at an instance as a sweet smile replaced his previous smirk.
“Satisfied?”
You nodded shyly. He helped you out of the makeshift knot, finally freeing you. Your wrists were left with red marks, to which he apologised with a dimpled smile.
“It’s fine,” you assured him, “I… liked it.”
After all, your wrists would be evidence of this experience.
Later on, he was quick to attend to your every need - bringing you water, tissues to clean up, and a fresh set of bathrobes - and insisted that you sleep in the room, at least until the sun was up, promising to not touch you unless you wanted him to. You almost let yourself be deluded into thinking that this was anything but professionalism from a staff of Hotel Paradise.
In the morning, before you left for home, Jaehyun parted with words that would haunt you for the week to come.
“I hope to see you again. I really do.”
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Obsession in Overdrive
Jenson Button x journalist!reader
note: so I was writing part 2 of web of obsession and I accidentally deleted it, I really don't know how I did it (I want to bang my head to something like dobby banged his head with lamp)
Summary:You are a dedicated and ambitious journalist covering the world of Formula 1. Your latest assignment brings you face-to-face with Jenson Button, a charismatic and skilled driver. However, beneath his charming exterior lies a dark and obsessive personality. As Jenson becomes fixated on you, what starts as innocent professional admiration quickly spirals into a dangerous obsession, leading you into a web of passion, control, and peril. (you will find out that in part two)
Warnings: Im not good with warnings T_T sorry....
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The roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber filled the air, the unmistakable ambiance of a Grand Prix weekend. You adjusted your press pass, the laminated card dangling from a lanyard around your neck. This assignment was a dream come true covering the world of Formula 1, where speed and glamour intertwined.
The paddock was alive with activity. Engineers tweaked car settings, team members rushed about with tools and equipment, and the drivers, the stars of this high-octane circus, moved with an air of focused determination. You had been following the sport for years, but being here, amidst the chaos and excitement, was a different experience altogether.
You were here for one reason: an exclusive interview with Jenson Button, the seasoned driver known not just for his skill on the track, but for his charm and charisma off it. He was a favorite among fans and media alike, and getting time with him was a coup for any journalist.
You arrived at the McLaren team’s hospitality suite, a sleek and modern area buzzing with activity. The room was filled with a mix of team personnel, sponsors, and a few journalists, all engaged in animated conversation. The decor was elegant but functional, with the team’s colors prominently displayed.
You spotted Jenson almost immediately. He was deep in conversation with a team engineer, but as soon as he saw you, his face lit up with a smile. He excused himself and walked over, his stride confident and relaxed.
“Ah, you must be [your name]” he greeted, extending a hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, his touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary.
“Yes, thank you for taking the time to speak with me,” you replied, trying to maintain your professional demeanor despite the fluttering in your stomach. He was even more handsome in person, his blue eyes sparkling with a mix of intelligence and mischief.
“Anything for a lovely journalist,” he said, his tone smooth as silk. “Shall we?”
He led you to a quieter corner of the suite, where a small table and two chairs had been set up for the interview. As you settled into your seat, you couldn’t help but notice how his presence seemed to command the space around him. He was effortlessly charming, his smile warm and inviting.
The interview began with the usual pleasantries. Jenson answered your questions with ease, his responses peppered with humor and insight. He spoke about his passion for racing, the challenges of the season, and his hopes for the future. His answers were thoughtful and articulate, revealing a depth of character that went beyond his public persona.
Yet, as the conversation progressed, you couldn’t ignore the way his gaze lingered on you, as if he were trying to memorize every detail of your face. His eyes would occasionally flicker down to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
You shifted in your seat, trying to maintain your composure. This was just another interview, you told yourself, albeit with one of the most charming men you’d ever met. But there was something about the way he looked at you that made your pulse quicken.
“So, [your name],” Jenson said, leaning forward slightly, “what got you into journalism? And more specifically, why Formula 1?”
You smiled, appreciating his genuine interest. “I’ve always loved writing, and I’ve been a fan of motorsports since I was a kid. There’s something about the combination of speed, skill, and strategy that fascinates me. Plus, the stories behind the drivers and teams are incredibly compelling.”
Jenson nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “It’s true, there’s a lot more to this sport than just racing. The dedication, the sacrifices... it’s a whole world unto itself.”
You continued talking, sharing stories and laughing together. Despite the professional nature of the interview, it felt more like a conversation between friends. Jenson had a way of making you feel at ease, his genuine interest and warm demeanor drawing you in.
As the interview came to an end, you thanked Jenson and began to gather your things. “This was great, Jenson. Thank you so much for your time.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied, standing up and extending his hand once more. “I hope we get to do this again soon.”
His hand was warm around yours, and as he held your gaze, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of something more than professional admiration. You quickly pushed the thought aside, reminding yourself of your role and responsibilities.
“Take care, love,” Jenson said, his smile lingering as he watched you leave.
As you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that your encounter with Jenson Button was just the beginning of something much more complex and intense than a simple interview.
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Later that evening, you returned to your hotel room, still buzzing from the excitement of the day. You had a lot of work to do transcribing the interview, writing up your notes, and preparing your article. But before you could get started, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.
You opened it to find a hotel staff member holding a small, beautifully wrapped box. “Miss [your name] this was left for you at the front desk.”
Surprised, you took the box and thanked him. As you closed the door, curiosity got the better of you. You carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a delicate silver bracelet with a charm in the shape of a racing car. It was exquisite, and clearly expensive.
There was a card inside, written in elegant script: “A token of appreciation. – Jenson.”
Your heart skipped a beat. It was a thoughtful gift, but also oddly personal for someone you’d just met. You slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, admiring how it caught the light. It was beautiful, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it meant something more.
Pushing aside your unease, you sat down at your laptop and began to write. Yet, as you worked, your thoughts kept drifting back toJenson his smile, his charm, and the intensity in his eyes. This was supposed to be just another assignment, but you had a feeling that it was going to be anything but ordinary.
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Over the next few weeks, you found yourself running into Jenson more frequently. At first, it seemed like coincidence, he’d be at the coffee shop you frequented, or passing by the media center just as you were leaving. Each time, he’d greet you warmly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.
“You again,” you joked one afternoon, unable to hide your smile. “Are you following me, Mr. Button?”
He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Just lucky, I guess. Besides, I enjoy our little chats.”
His attention was flattering, and you couldn’t deny the growing attraction. Yet, beneath the surface, there was something unsettling about his constant presence. It was as if he always knew where you’d be.
One evening, as you left the paddock, you found Jenson waiting by your car. “Let me take you to dinner,” he offered, his tone more commanding than requesting.
“I appreciate the offer, but I have a lot of work to do,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
His smile faltered, a flicker of frustration in his eyes. “Another time then,” he said, but his tone suggested it wasn’t really a question.
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The next morning, you received a text from an unknown number: Good morning, [your name]. Hope you have a great day. – Jenson. (-sent from my iphoen) (iykyk)
You stared at the message, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You hadn’t given him your number, which meant he must have gone out of his way to get it. Part of you was flattered by his persistence, but another part couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort.
As the days passed, Jenson’s presence in your life grew. He sent you flowers, left small gifts at your hotel, and always seemed to be around. It was becoming harder to focus on your work with him constantly on your mind.
During a press conference, you caught Jenson’s eye from across the room. He was surrounded by reporters, but his gaze was fixed on you. He smiled, a knowing look in his eyes that made your heart race. After the conference, he made his way over to you.
“Can I steal you away for a bit?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.
You hesitated, glancing around at your colleagues who were busy typing up their notes. “I really should finish my article.”
“It’ll only take a minute,” he promised, his hand gently guiding you towards a more secluded area. “I wanted to give you something.”
From his pocket, he pulled out a small, wrapped box. “Another gift?” you asked, your voice tinged with both curiosity and caution.
“Just a little something to remind you of me,” he said with a smile.
You unwrapped the box to find a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like a steering wheel. It was beautiful, but the personal nature of the gift sent a shiver down your spine.
“Jenson, this is lovely, but you really don’t have to keep giving me things,” you said, trying to sound gracious.
“I want to,” he insisted, his eyes intense. “You’re special, love. I feel a connection with you.”
His words made your heart flutter, but also triggered a warning bell in your mind. “Thank you, Jenson. I appreciate it, really. But I.....I have to get back to work now.”
He nodded, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t giving up. As you walked away, you felt his gaze lingering on you, a constant, almost tangible presence.
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Later that week, you were sitting in your hotel room, working on your latest article, when your phone buzzed. It was a call from Jenson. You hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Hello?”
“[your name], I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring.
“Not at all. What’s up?”
“I was thinking we could have dinner tonight. There’s a great restaurant not far from your hotel.”
You bit your lip, considering his offer. Part of you wanted to say yes, to enjoy an evening with this captivating man. But another part of you was wary of how quickly things were progressing.
“I don’t know, Jenson. I have a lot of work to do.”
“Come on, just one dinner,” he coaxed. “You have to eat, right? Consider it a break.”
His persistence was hard to resist, and before you knew it, you found yourself agreeing. “Okay, fine. One dinner.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice.
That evening, Jenson arrived at your hotel right on time. He looked impeccable, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his athletic build. As you walked to the restaurant, he kept the conversation light and engaging, his charm easing some of your apprehension.
The restaurant was elegant and intimate, with soft lighting and a view of the city skyline. Jenson had reserved a private table, away from prying eyes. As you sat down, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Throughout dinner, Jenson was the perfect gentleman. He listened attentively as you talked about your career and passions, sharing stories from his own life that made you laugh and feel at ease. Yet, beneath his charm, there was an intensity in his gaze that made your heart race.
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#jenson button x you#jenson button x reader#f1 fic#fanfic#f1#jenson button
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Ideas ideas suddenly ideas; quick I need nesting habits for your avian courage and the dust and well the others if you'd like;
Like; type of favored material, Time spent making it, when they make it, and most of all- why. Like- can be for family or friends, or mate exclusive?
(Fatherless appears again)
Of course!
Courage tends to make big nests with wood as the exterior, and then completely covered in every soft thing he can find. Not always fluffy, but very cushy and soft.
Dust tends to actually dig a hole for his nest, which he then fully fills up with soft and fluffy crap he can find around. His feathers will also be scattered within it
( I may be back with more details- welcome back, Fatherless, I must go elsewhere for a second)
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Yandere! Celebrity x Fan! Reader (Part 2)
Sebastian has grown intensely possessive and pushy with his affection. His once charming demeanor transforms into a dark and twisted obsession, making him a full-on yandere. He becomes consumed by the idea of possessing you completely, using his fame and wealth to manipulate situations and isolate you from others.
As your bond with Sebastian deepens, he starts exhibiting more yandere tendencies, becoming a full-on yandere in his relentless pursuit of you. His obsession with you becomes an addiction that consumes every waking thought. The fear of losing you drives him to increasingly extreme and erratic behavior.
Sebastian's insecurities fester beneath his charming exterior, and he feels an overwhelming need to prove his worthiness to you. As his celebrity status places him on a pedestal, he fears that you might view him as unattainable or out of your league. These insecurities drive him to be overly pushy with his affection, showering you with constant attention, gifts, and professions of love.
In his mind, he believes that by drowning you in affection and material possessions, he can ensure your undying loyalty. He uses his wealth and influence to create lavish experiences, whisking you away to private getaways, designer shopping sprees, and extravagant events, all in an attempt to solidify your connection.
His behavior, however, becomes suffocating. He relentlessly monitors your online presence and interactions, consumed by jealousy and possessiveness. He dislikes any form of attention you receive from others, viewing it as a threat to his relationship with you. He starts discouraging you from engaging with friends or other fans, planting seeds of doubt about their intentions.
Sebastian's thoughts spiral into a toxic mix of love and obsession. He becomes addicted to the idea of you being exclusively his, pushing aside any semblance of logic or respect for boundaries. He craves complete control over your life, dictating your actions and decisions, convinced that it is all in the name of love.
As his obsession reaches its peak, he starts manipulating situations to keep you away from other people. He may go to extreme lengths, like spreading rumors or sabotaging your interactions, to isolate you further from those who care about you. In his mind, he justifies these actions as necessary to protect you from potential harm.
He begins to view any form of rejection or resistance as a sign of your naivety, believing that you don't truly understand the depth of his love for you. Sebastian's neediness becomes more apparent as he struggles to cope with the fear of losing you. His emotions swing wildly between adoration and anger, and he finds himself on the edge of losing control.
In his pursuit of your affection, Sebastian becomes increasingly erratic and desperate. His once charming demeanor turns into a dark and twisted obsession that he can no longer hide. He has lost sight of reality, consumed by the idea of possessing you completely.
As the days pass, Sebastian's love-addiction intensifies, leading to increasingly disturbing behavior. He becomes fixated on every detail of your life, from the mundane to the significant, obsessively memorizing your daily routines and preferences. His thoughts are consumed by thoughts of you, day and night, leaving him restless and yearning for your presence.
He spends hours crafting elaborate plans to surprise you, believing that each grand gesture will solidify your bond. His love-addled mind convinces him that the more he invests in you, the more he'll win your heart, creating a twisted sense of entitlement over your affections.
As he becomes more desperate for your attention, his pushiness escalates to new heights. He bombards you with incessant messages, both online and offline, demanding immediate responses and expressing his distress when you don't reply promptly. He justifies this possessiveness as genuine concern for your well-being, when in reality, it stems from his fear of losing you.
His jealousy simmers beneath the surface, boiling over at the slightest indication of your connection with others. He views any interaction outside of his control as a betrayal, unable to bear the thought of sharing your affection with anyone else. This jealousy blinds him to the harm he's causing, fueling his need to maintain dominance over you.
Sebastian's sense of reality becomes increasingly skewed as he loses touch with reason. He creates a delusional world where you two are destined to be together, a universe where he alone understands your true worth and no one else can appreciate you like he can. This skewed perception drives him to take drastic measures to remove any perceived threats to your relationship.
In his desperate pursuit of your love, he may resort to manipulation, gaslighting, and emotional blackmail. He guilt-trips you into prioritizing him over other aspects of your life, making you feel responsible for his emotional well-being. He carefully twists situations to portray himself as the only one who truly cares for you, convincing you that he's your protector and savior.
I need to go to sleep. Randomly having motivation to write at 3am in the morning has wrecked my sleeping schedule 💀
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In the Red of Night, part 10
"It's a trap."
"It might be."
"You know it is."
Alys ignored Bronn's insistence. She was in charge and that was that. He huffed to himself and then left to get ready for the upcoming meeting.
She wasn't stupid - of course she figured that Aemond wasn't going to meet her just to kneel down and pledge himself to her. Which is why she was taking half a dozen of her best men with her, including Bronn.
But she also knew Aemond, and the mere fact that he was willing to meet with her meant he was open to more than dinner. She squeezed her thighs together, thinking of them going back to the hotel room she had booked. It had been so long.
No one had ever replaced him in her heart, or in her bed. She had fucked many a lesser man and every orgasm had left her empty, hollow.
It was Aemond or nothing.
He would see, she wanted them to rule together, to be the king and queen of the realm. What should have been all those centuries ago would be now and he would finally appreciate her brilliance, her determination. And he would love her as she deserved.
There had been no sighting, no trace of the silly little bonbon - the stupid little human was, like most humans eventually were, history. Not worthy of the long existence that she and Aemond had. She could never be important to Aemond.
This time, the witch and the dragon would finally take their rightful place atop the masses.
* * * * *
"You trust me?"
"Of course."
He kissed you again, his large hands framing your face. "I love you," he whispered, and you smiled.
"I love you."
He pressed his forehead against yours for a moment, then pulled back, took your hand to his lips and kissed it before getting into the black car that awaited him.
You went to the SUV where Gendry was already in the driver's seat while Arya waited just outside. "Ready?"
You nodded.
"We'll pick up the rest on our way there," she said as you got in. "Let's get this party on the road," she smiled at Gendry as she closed her door.
To be honest, you were terrified. It was one thing to run drills with Arya, to go through scenarios with her, Gendry and their people, but to actually face Alys Rivers was a different thing.
It wasn't her beauty or the clothes she wore - she had a presence about her, a dominance that had made you collapse after she'd come into your coffee shop. You remembered Gendry rushing to make sure you didn't hit the floor. You remembered the shop, the love and care you'd put into it. The endless hours. Every cent you'd had to your name.
Pushing your anger aside, as Arya had taught you, you went through your mental drills. They were as important, if not more so, than the physical stuff. All the combat training in the world, Arya had said, was useless if you froze in the face of danger.
"Make a list," Arya had said. "It helped me back then."
You hadn't asked for details because frankly, Arya scared you just a little bit, but you had dutifully made your list, and repeated it to yourself every night before falling asleep.
* * * * *
Ten, three, five, Aemond thought as he walked into the exclusive restaurant Alys had chosen for their dinner.
He figured there were more of her people throughout the place, but his first impression was that if she wanted them to blend in, they had woefully failed the brief.
The hostess looked terrified, behind the perfectly polished exterior, and he figured she was unaware of the details, but knew something strange was happening tonight. "This way, sir," she said, and led him to a corner table where Alys waited.
"Aemond," Alys stood and walked around to extend her hand, palm down, for him to kiss.
He grasped her fingers for a moment and then let go before taking his seat. "I'm here, Alys. What do you want?"
He saw the flicker of annoyance in her eyes, both at his obvious lack of courtesy, and at his words, but she smiled at him and signaled to the hostess to bring some wine.
"Aemond, let us not be hasty. This is the best restaurant in the city."
"Yet half the people here are common criminals, unworthy of setting foot in this place."
She pressed her lips together. "I wouldn't need to have people with me if I trusted you more," she said softly, "but we can fix all that. Oh, the wine."
He said nothing while the server poured two glasses, placed one in front of Alys for her to try.
"Lovely, thank you."
Another server walked up, set a long tray with an assortment of bread, a bowl of oil and balsamic vinegar.
"I have a proposal that will benefit us both." She reached into her bag and Aemond tensed instinctively, but she only pulled out a folder and extended it to him. "I believe you will be impressed by what I have put together, and of course, with us working together, the possibilities are endless."
He took the folder from her, watching out of the corner of his eye as a couple walked in. The man had short black hair and wore a suit that didn't hide his muscled build, and the woman was petite, wore a leather jacket with black trousers and boots, and as Aemond well knew, they were both armed to the teeth.
He glanced through the papers while Alys picked at the bread, dipped a piece in the oil and balsamic before eating it. She sipped at her wine, her eyes on Aemond.
"You've got background on all these?"
Alys smiled smugly. "Yes. And investors ready to drop whatever I ask."
No, you don't, he thought.
* * * * *
One of her men kept looking over and Alys was going to lose it. What was it with these fucking ruffians that they couldn't play pretend for half an hour?
She had dressed them in designer suits, brought them to the most exclusive place in the city, and they kept acting like peasants, was it really too much to ask to pretend to be posh for a little bit?
"Are you okay, Alys?" Aemond asked, a smile playing upon his mouth, and she wanted to slap him for it. He could always tell.
"I just want us to work together, darling. Let bygones be bygones and look at the bigger-"
"Bygones."
She took a slow breath. "Aemond." She made herself fold her hands together on her lap. "Let's sign the deal. Let's work together for a greater purpose."
"I need to run this by my lawyers, do some more-"
"Aemond!"
She couldn't help herself, she could never help herself around him. Always wanted more. Because he never gave her everything. He always kept part of himself locked away and she wanted it all.
He sat back, watching her.
"I'm sorry, darling," she tried again, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "You know everything is solid. You know how I work. I have the investors, I have-"
"But you don't." He spoke gently and her anger rose. "You don't, Alys."
"I've spoken to the VCs, I have-"
"You don't have them, Alys. They all came to me after your insistent letters and messages. Venture capitalists don't like to be bullied."
Her hands clenched into fists in her lap. "What did you say to them?"
Aemond placed the folder next to Alys's wine glass. "I said that they could work with you if they wished, but that there was no partnership between you and me. Not now. Not ever."
She could only stare at him, and he could sense her growing recklessness, the cruelty that was under that polished surface, ready to spring into action.
"I will kill her, Aemond. I will not let you humiliate-"
"I have done nothing of the sort, Alys. I have lived my long life without bothering you and I was hoping you would be able to do the same."
Alys stood, and he had to give it to Arya Stark, she giggled at that moment, still pretending to be engrossed in her conversation with Gendry.
He sensed five people going on alert around him.
"You belong to me, Aemond. You can play with your food all you want, but that fucking bitch," she laughed bitterly, "you can't possibly want a milquetoast like that when you can have me. She is a temporary diversion."
Aemond stood slowly, arms at his side.
"Alys, she is no longer temporary."
"Oh, Aemond," Alys sighed. "What have you done?"
If she was expecting any regret from him, any form of appeal to her mercy, she was wrong.
"Moved on," he said, simply. "Found love. You should have tried it."
"We had love," Alys snapped. "We had everything."
Aemond scoffed. "You had me on a leash, which was your definition of everything." He shook his head. "Not mine."
Alys walked around the table. "You'll grow tired of her."
Aemond said nothing and Alys began to walk closer. The five people he'd sensed earlier stood, and Alys held up a hand.
"How could you, Aemond? How could you betray me? Us?"
"There is no us, Alys. And my patience, as much as you've tested it through the decades, is not infinite."
"I will end her. I don't care if you've turned her. You belong to me," she repeated.
"You will find," a new voice said, and Alys turned at the sound, "that you can't make that true just by saying it over and over."
If there had been anger in Alys's eyes before, there was only fury now, and Aemond had to smile at the sight of his woman, walking in to the dining room of the restaurant.
He extended a hand, and she walked toward him. She smiled at him and placed her hand in his.
"My choice," Aemond said, "and thank the old gods and the new, her choice as well."
Alys leapt, placing one foot on the edge of the table and jumping over it, a dagger in each hand as she aimed for them.
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‘Our Flag Means Death’ Sneak Peek: Inside Blackbeard & Crew’s New Season 2 Looks
Breakups aren’t easy, but that’s especially true for the new and improved — depending on how you look at it — crew of the Revenge in Our Flag Means Death Season 2 premiering Thursday, October 5th on Max, as Blackbeard, a.k.a. Ed (Taika Waititi) continues to unravel after Gentleman pirate Stede Bonnet (Rhys Darby) abandoned him in Season 1.
As with the end of Season 1, Blackbeard recedes even further into the persona of himself painted by various wanted posters. He’s sporting the same black eye makeup as he did in the first season’s finale and also influencing the way his crew looks while serving him aboard the vessel previously helmed by Stede. Above and below, we’re delving into some of those details with exclusive photos, exclusive interviews, and a brand-new clip teasing the dynamic aboard the Revenge.
In the sneak peek, below, times are tense for Frenchie (Joel Fry), Jim (Vico Ortiz), Fang (David Fane), and the newest member of the team, Archie (Madeleine Sami), as they observe Blackbeard’s second in command, Izzy Hands (Con O’Neill). As seen in the minute-and-a-half exchange, Izzy’s getting testy with the shipmates when they question orders to throw treasure overboard. “It is not your place to tell me what does or does not make sense. It is your job to follow my f**king orders,” Izzy spits, emotion welling in his makeup-darkened eyes.
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Fang is the first to note that Izzy doesn’t seem to be doing fine, and Jim steps forward to add, “Yeah, we think you’re in an unhealthy relationship with Blackbeard.” Additional tidbits from the crew include the fact that Blackbeard does “a lot of rhino horn” and he’s cut off more of Izzy’s toes.
In other words, Ed’s downward spiral is wreaking havoc on Izzy and the rest of the gang. But depending on how you feel about certain pirate looks, their exterior makeovers are sure to excite, regardless of the reasoning behind them.
“[Blackbeard] sort of has this Mad Max thing that we already established in Season 1, that’s so gorgeous and so unique to [him]. So I just wanted to up that ante,” costume designer Gypsy Taylor tells TV Insider. “We started with that Mad Max black leather violent side of him, and he’s sort of infiltrated this crew now. So they’ve taken it upon themselves to become Beard’s crew in whatever circumstance they’re in.”
“They’ve all taken to that color palette of the black leather and filth, which makes ’em look mean,” Taylor adds with a laugh, but makes it clear, “individually, I wanted to give [them each] a really unique look.” Teaming up with Taylor to accomplish that look is hair and makeup designer Nancy Hennah, who enhances the fantastic clothing ensembles viewers will see onscreen.
“We spent a lot of time working out what we were going to do for the raid makeups,” Hennah says of the Revenge crew. “Blackbeard in particular has lost it a bit and is really going off on a tangent, and the rest of the crew have kind of been pulled into that. We spent a lot of time working out what products were going to be good to emulate [something like the] grease found on the boat and they’ve smeared it on their faces.”
“Blackbeard is really struggling with having lost Stede and is leaning into that dark side, which is frightening for everybody else, but they’re sort of trying to play along,” Hennah continues. While fans may have already seen previously-released photos of the crew, Taylor and Hennah dug into their personal archives to share exclusive sketches and behind-the-scenes photos to provide a closer look at their process and each individual character’s look aboard the Revenge. Check them out below.
Our Flag Means Death, Season 2 Premiere, Thursday, October 5, Max
“With Jim, that’s a huge transformation,” Taylor says about star Ortiz’s onscreen evolution. “It was a really exciting one. We talked about it a lot with Vico, and I wanted to bring in a whole lot of ropes and things that they would’ve found on the ship to make an outfit out of and a giant fishhook that we made a belt out of.”
When it comes to the Revenge crew’s ensembles, there’s a focus on found materials doubling as clothing, “so sort of scrounging and finding elements around pirate ships that they could make a costume out of,” Taylor elaborates, noting that the pirates are being resourceful in “almost the same way that drag queens do.”
When it came to styling Ortiz in their costume alongside the other crew members, Hennah says, “Vico had a great new hairstyle, which we were really excited about, and we cut that early on in our testing phase. Then they had to hide [it].
Everywhere they went, they were wearing a hat.” It was all about “getting the right balance between the amount of hair on top and the amount of hair that we took [off] on the side,” she adds of Jim’s mohawk sported by Ortiz, which can be seen in the sketch and behind-the-scenes test photos.
Similar to Jim’s found fashion, Frenchie’s sporting an edgier look this season that is supposed to look like stolen wares from another pirate. “Because pirates steal a lot,” Taylor says, “they’ve quite often got cool things that they’ve stolen off of other pirates. And that’s where the inspiration for Frenchie’s jacket came.” As fans may recall, Frenchie found cats particularly terrifying in Season 1, so it makes sense that he’d emulate the feline, which has a motif on the back of his coat according to Taylor.
“Maybe he stole it from another pirate ship, and then he made it his own by putting this sort of ode to Desperately Seeking Susan on the back of his jacket with this rearing cat, which in the first season, the cat was very innocent lightly licking his paw, and now we’ve gone really manic and bad,” says Taylor.
Meanwhile, Blackbeard’s soft-spoken, but brutish when-needed crew member is enhancing his look from last season with some ornamental additions. “We didn’t want to change Fang too much, but I incorporated a whole lot of new elements to his costume,” Taylor teases. “So he’s got the teeth of sperm whales all around his necklace, and then he’s got walrus teeth coming out of his jacket. So he’s sort of made a new look based on animals that he might’ve found out in the open seas, like dead carcasses and things like that.”
This behind-the-scenes shot from Hennah offers a closer look at Fane’s Fang on set.
An exciting aspect of the season for Taylor and Hennah was the addition of Archie to the crew, giving them something new to craft. “Archie’s now part of the gang, and she’s just a badass,” Taylor gushes. “We figured she was sort of deep from the dark alleyways of New York in her sort of street punk aesthetic.”
One piece of Archie’s ensemble is an homage to one of Taylor’s favorite films, The Warriors. “She’s wearing a little Warriors red leather gang jacket,” Taylor shares, adding, “Her t-shirt is a really cool, very subtle print of Blackbeard’s wanted poster.” Why? “She’s a bit of a fan girl,” Taylor notes. “She really looks up to Blackbeard and how bad he is.”
When it comes to tattoos, Hennah says, “I try to talk about their personal heritage and where they’ve come from and if there’s anything that they want in terms of tattoos.”
For Sami, Hennah sought out designs with Fijian and Indian influence to reflect the actor’s personal heritage. “I approached a Henna artist, and we just got her to do a drawing of some designs,” Hennah reveals. “And then Madeline and a few of the other makeup team [members] and I spent about four or five hours just turning those little puzzle pieces into the tattoos.”
Sami loved her tattoos so much that Hennah says she was told Sami “is thinking about getting one of the tattoos for real.”
And when it comes to Izzy, he’s not changing things too much. “He’s just a man of his own. He wouldn’t really listen to Blackbeard,” Taylor says. “So there were very subtle things [that we were going to do], like adding studs to his gloves so that when he beat up people, it was a little bit more violent.
But in the end, we took it away. He’s enough of a badass on his own.” Ultimately, the only real change people will see on Izzy went the show returns is, “He got a bit dirtier from being at sea. We broke him down more, added a bit more sort of salt and all those crusty sort of overlays.”
When it comes to the crew’s man in charge, Blackbeard’s transformation has evolved a bit since viewers last saw him in Season 1. “I wanted to keep his leathers because pirates, as you see in Season 1, are at sea for a really long time. They don’t have a closet, unlike the Gentleman pirate Stede. So they’re always just wearing the same thing and getting dirtier and dirtier and dirtier.”
When a pirate dons a new garment though, it’s usually stolen. Such is the case for Blackbeard, according to Taylor: “We figured he’d stolen this black leather jacket in a raid, but he’d sort of made it his own in his own manic way, much [like] he’s done with the ship where [things are torn down and burned].”
Wanting to reflect the season’s production design in Blackbeard’s coat, Taylor says, “We burned it, and we ripped it, and we added six different belts to the sides that are holding it together, which would be like he murdered six pirates and stole their belts. And he’s started to collect a little bit more jewelry. So you’ll start to see some new rings and a little lovely pearl necklace that he’s stolen off of someone at the wedding party [seen in the teaser trailer] perhaps.”
As for Blackbeard’s makeup and hair, Hennah says, “We stuck mostly around his eyes. It just looked more sinister, and he was a lot more disheveled. He spends a lot of time this season wet, which is a bit of a nightmare when you’ve got beards and wigs and drying and getting back to dry. He has always had two wigs, and we got an extra one made this season as well because we were having to swap between wet and dry a lot.”
Apart from the extra wig, it was the tattoos that made up Blackbeard’s biggest makeup change. “We added quite a few tattoos,” shares Hennah. “I think in Season 1, he had around 24 tattoos, but at times this season, we were up to 30, and three of them were the big chest tattoo and then a brand new back tattoo. I worked with Dean Sacred at Sacred Tattoo for the big back tattoo design. He did a beautiful drawing for us of the skull with the snake coming out, the skull’s eyes with the snake crying.” As fans can see, the snake and skull sit above another tattoo with the words “Trust No One.”
Will he ever trust again after Stede left? Only time will tell.
Source: TV Insider
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A3! Event Story Translation “NEW ERA GARDEN” [Chapter 2]
A certain pair reveal the grand prize of the new Fleur Award.
Kazunari
Oh, “New Fleur Award Executive Committee Member” is trending.
Itaru
I didn’t expect something from a video channel.
Kumon
Are they gonna announce stuff on the new Fleur Award?
Itaru
Iirc, that one’s still undergoing maintenance.
Banri
Stream should be starting soon.
Yukio
“…”
Reni
“…”
Izumi
Ah, it’s dad and Kamikizaka-san.
Tenma
It’s kinda weird seeing them stand besides each other.
Yukio
“Nice to meet you all on our official video channel. I’m Tachibana, a member of the Fleur Award Executive Committee.”
Reni
“I’m Kamikizaka.”
“On this channel, we’d like to show you our efforts towards a new Fleur Award.”
“Please wait a little bit more as we shall have another formal occasion to go in-depth on the details of the new Fleur Award.”
“So for now, for the new information on our first stream, please watch this video.”
Izumi
Eh!? Is that a theater!?
Kumon
Is it under renovation or being built from the ground up!?
Muku
Oh yeah, I did see some construction on Veludo Way!
Yuki
Ah, that one.
Taichi
You mean that’s a new theater for the new Fleur Award!?
Reni
“We are pleased to announce that we are in the process of building a new theater complete with streaming equipment for the new Fleur Award prize.”
Tasuku
To think they’d build a whole new theater…
Sakyo
Does the fact that there’s equipment for livestreaming mean that the next Fleur Award will be primarily streamed online?
Kazunari
Is that Yukio-san’s idea?
Izumi
Probably…
(MANKAI’s built from dad’s idea after all… This wouldn’t be unlike him.)
(I hope Kamikizaka-san’s not having a hard time with dad’s reckless behavior again…)
Reni
“The seating and exterior are still under construction, it’ll still be some time before the official opening.”
“Though, the foundation of the stage has already been assembled.”
“I shall have Tachibana explain the schedule for the new production which will also be the unveiling of the new theater and rehearsals using the equipment.”
Yukio
“Next month, the new Fleur Award will be on the foundation of the new theater, marking our new beginnings.”
Taichi
Eeeh!?
Izumi
Dad’s making a comeback!?
Yukio
“The livestream will be free of charge as it will serve as a test for the equipment.”
“In regards to the content and the cast, it’s still a secret, so please look forward to it.”
Kumon
Who’s it gonna be?
Kazunari
Maybe it’s the first gen guys?
Banri
It’ll be next month though. Don’t really think they got the schedule for that.
Tsumugi
Maybe they’ve been preparing beforehand.
Sakyo
I wonder. But since it’s Yukio-san, there’s a possibility it was just an on-the-spot idea…
Izumi
(Whatever it is, I’m just excited to see dad working again!)
Yukio
…That’s why!
Kasumi
Yeah!
Hiro
Why what?
Zen
…
Syu
…Sigh.
Zen
Just how did you get all of us together, musn’t be a busy season, so it’s whatever…
Kasumi
I’m a part of the work that’s allowed to write an exclusive “Spotlight” feature article on the stage up close.
Yuzo
You were so against it last time, now you just came stumbling in.
Kasumi
Oh shut it. Then and now are different.
Syu
Now how’d a popular actor like you fit this into his schedule?
Hiro
If I got told that I’ll be in a play with the first gen troupe on the stage of the new Fleur Award, it’d be top priority no matter what.
The agency’s got a lot of buzz lately so I managed to make some adjustments. What about your own theater company, Syu-san?
Syu
I’ve got some young talent I got my eye on, so I asked that person to take over the role for next month’s show. And Reiji?
Reni
As a board member, I don’t really have a choice but to take it on.
Yukio
Looks like Yuzo’s the only one participating comfortably.
Yuzo
I’m right here you know!
Yukio
Thanks, everyone. I’m really happy that we can do theater together again like this.
Yuzo
What are you planning on now that we’re all here?
Hiro
A remake of an old show?
Yukio
Fufu, you’d be surprised. It’s a new show… on Shinsengumi!
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Right Place, Wrong Person (RPWP)
Release date: 24 May 2024
Official page
Announcement
Pre-order notice
Promotion schedule
Tracklist
The whole project has been teased through the mysterious rpwprpwprpwp Instagram account, where pictures were regularly posted, often featuring RM.
A poster campaign in several cities around the world also advertised the project (see this tweet from Geffen Records for example). The poster features White cat with pink bow by Doris Carroll.
The main art of the album was made by Martin Groch (cr.).
Tracklist
Come back to me
LOST!: lyrics
Concept Photo
Concept Photo 1
Concept Photo 2
Concept Photo 3
The first concept was shot by Wing Shya (src) in Seoul, the second one by Takahiro Mizushima in Tokyo, and the third one by Rosie Marks in London (Instagram post #1, #2).
The exterior shots were snapped by the Thames, near the Tower Bridge, see this map for exact locations.
The cat's name is Newt and he has an Instagram.
Come back to me
Release date: 10 May 2024
Poster (Instagram exclusive poster)
MV teaser
MV Photo Sketch
The MV was directed by Lee Sung Jin (src), creator of the series Beef, which was possibly referenced in Jung Kook's "Seven" MV (src).
LOST!
Release date: 24 May 2024
Poster
Teaser
MV Photo Sketch
Behind-the-scenes: Ioana Tudorache (climbing scene)
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The MV was filmed by a local team in Romania in Buftea (src).
The show
The name is in reference to all the American evening TV shows, like The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon which is probably the inspiration for the title The Lost! Show starring RM.
The text on the hosts' mugs says 남준 한에 (inside Namjoon, src).
The stage, also featured in the Poster, is a labyrinth with no connected exits. You go in and out through the same opening.
In this setting, RM appears disguised as the only two women we see: the anchor and the director.
During the climbing scene, we see what's below the show stage. There are carton boxes and two trophies on the left, while it's suitcases and an abacus on the right.
The elevator
From this point, RM is accompanied by four personas: an overconfident one (played by Audrey Kang), an anxious one (played by Hee Sin), and two others (played by David H Lee (Instagram post) and Stephany Yujin Hong).
The elevator has lots of details, notably graffiti:
Lost in several languages: Pierdut (Romanian), perdu (French), lost, 로스트 (lost again but written in Hangul), 길을 잃... (Korean, possibly 길을 잃었 땅에서, based on the lyrics but it's hard to confirm)
BTS-related words: BTS (written in a heart), 남주니 ♡3♡ (Namjoonie), 金南俊 (RM's name in hanja, src)
어쩔TV
산얀 바보 (San Yawn is a silly guy)
천재 석준 왔다감 (genius Seokjun is here, note that the "genius" is written differently than the rest)
JAM
Care, urs (hard to confirm those two but urs is bear in Romanian, so it could stand for "care bear", src)
まち (town in Japanese)
ghost (a reference to the lyrics)
わすれちゃ (forgetting/I forgot in Japanese)
There are also several details on the buttons.
The numbers are arranged randomly (note that the clock visible in the credits also has randomly arranged numbers) and the destination names are mostly jokes:
12 5232 22
42 (42 is famously known in pop-culture for being the answer to the Universe, a nod to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)
화장실 (washroom)
Pierdut (lost in Romanian)
Nowhere
We can note that there's a smiley on buttons 81 and 73. And there are two dots on button 98, then three on button 150. There's also a heart on button 3.
The offices
At 03:41, the persona played by David H Lee uses an extinctor directly on his face... after being the one who emptied the water tank on his face.
Groin
Release date: 28 May 2024
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The MV was filmed in London:
the street parts are at Franklyn Rd (src)
the tunnel parts are at the Greenwich foot tunnel (src)
the closed road is Northwall Rd, along the Olympic Velodrome (src)
See this map for exact locations.
As the Army Film Club account pointed out, all the effects in the video are practical. They used mirrors and see-through objects.
'Nuts' Live Video
Release date: 28 May 2024
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Articles, interviews, and performances
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{ BASICS }
Name: Lev Dagnyr
Nicknames: He doesn't have any and he's perfectly fine with that!
Age: 26
Nameday: 18th Sun, Third Astral Moon
Race: Veena Viera
Gender: Agender (he/him exclusively)
Orientation: ??? but actively trying to avoid falling in love
Profession: Warrior of Light
{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS }
Hair: Mousy brown
Eyes: Light blue-grey
Skin: Fair
Tattoos/scars: Myriad collection of scars gathered over the years of combat, all part of being the Warrior of Light.
{ FAMILY }
Parents: Lev's mother died in childbirth due to complications, but he was raised by a hyuran couple - Arabella and Daniel Holt. His name is his only memory of his mother, but he loves his adoptive parents as his own flesh and blood.
Siblings: None, though he can't help but think of the Leveilleur twins as younger siblings. Quietly.
Grandparents: N/A
In-laws and Other: After spending the events of Heavensward with the Fortemps family, he considers them a secondary family, ensuring he visits when there's a lull in the action. Lev also considers Meteion in an odd place between a younger sister and a dear, dear friend. Regardless, he holds space in his heart for her always, until he sees her again.
Pets: None. He doesn't want the responsibility and he doesn't stay in one place long enough to create a home for a pet.
{ SKILLS }
Abilities: Fletching, archery, basic conjury (ever improving through hard work), literacy.
Hobbies: Fishing, visiting market spaces, journaling. Not much time for hobbies when you're busy saving the world.
{ TRAITS }
Most Positive Trait: His empathy. Lev can be hard to read, doubly so if you expect to typical Viera mannerisms from him. But beneath his guarded exterior is a warm soul with an overflowing amount of compassion. Whenever he can, he tries to interact with the locals to help ease their worries and provide a little spot of hope in dark times simply by nature of being the WoL.
Most Negative Trait: His pessimism. Lev has grown emotionally stronger over the years, but his greatest weakness is becoming overwhelmed by the situation and sliding into a depression. He feels like a child with the world on his shoulders - and in many ways he is, seeing how young he is for a Viera. It's still an active fight to not lose hope and give up in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds, but with the Scions at his side he has an easier time holding himself together.
{ LIKES }
Colours: Deep blue, forest greens, earthy browns.
Smells: The forests of the Shroud, petrichor, the crispness of mountain air, vanilla, oranges.
Textures: The smooth wood of a tree after you remove the bark, soft and well worn leather, breezy linen clothing, the clean edges of feather on an arrow.
Drinks: Water, fresh cider or juice, Ishgardian milk tea.
{ OTHER DETAILS }
Smokes: N/A
Drinks: At most twice a year, and only after being coaxed into it on occasions.
Drugs: N/A
Mount Issuance: The only mount he owns is the black chocobo given to him by Haurchefaunt all those years ago. It stays by his side, a reminder of a friendship that changed the course of his life.
Been Arrested: I mean. You don't get a few charges of regicide without being
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First Look: The Lotus Evija Fittipaldi
The world’s most powerful production car – the stunning Lotus Evija hypercar – now delivers even more exclusivity and desirability. Inspired by the past to enhance the future, Lotus has unveiled the Evija Fittipaldi, a tribute to one of the greatest car-and-driver pairings that Formula 1 has ever seen.
That driver is, of course, Emerson Fittipaldi, the young Brazilian racer who joined Lotus and became a legend, cementing his place in F1 history in 1972. Behind the wheel of the now-iconic Lotus Type 72 and winning five of that season’s 11 races, Fittipaldi secured the Drivers’ Championship for himself and the Constructors’ Championship for Team Lotus.
Exactly 50 years on, the Lotus Evija Fittipaldi is a fitting celebration of that partnership. Just eight examples of the all-electric two-seater are being hand-built at Hethel in Norfolk, UK – the global HQ of Lotus sports car design and manufacturing – and all are sold. Customer deliveries will begin early next year. It is the latest project from Lotus Advanced Performance, the bespoke design and experiential division of the business launched earlier this year.
Showcasing the world-famous black and gold colour scheme – also 50 years old in 2022 – the hand-painted exterior and numerous other unique design features have been created to commemorate this amazing collaboration. They include a hand-tinted plan view of the Type 72 etched into the exposed carbon fibre roof, and Fittipaldi’s signature hand-stitched into the dashboard.
And perhaps the most emotive detail of all is the rotary dial on the floating central instrument panel. It has been hand-crafted from recycled original Type 72 aluminium, ensuring a genuine piece of the iconic F1 racer is part of each Evija Fittipaldi.
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hai Punch Out!! buddies 🩷 ive had this little series idea in my head for over a month now; i would like to call it "HOME" !! and though it would take a lot of time, patience, thinking etc., id rlly love to try my best and execute it ! but i genuinely need help to make it happen !! so first things first:
second:: i have a series of questions !! if u can, pls answer in RBs or replies section 🩷
1. what would King Hippo's island look like more in depth ? since Hippo Island is fictional, i think some unrealistic / fun elements could be added: would the sand be a unique color? would the water have unique properties? would there be specific kinds of plants that grow there? anybody that has any deeper and/or fun headcanons about what his island would look like, go wild !! realism does not matter for this one !
2. what kind of car would Macho Man drive ?? i personally have an affinity for old cars so im probably gonna lean more towards those, but more basic questions would be better: what color do you think he'd have the exterior painted? any fun ideas for his special license plate ? any headcanons for special details on the tires, steering wheel, interior, etc.? what color would the interior be?
3. if anybody has some personal experiences or insight into comfort places / restaurants in Berlin, Moscow, Paris, Istanbul, Dublin, Philly, Tokyo, etc., id love to hear abt it so i can get a more immersive gauge into what im working with ! just hearing abt the atmosphere, dishes served, special features, attitudes of people there (if it isn't an isolated spot), etc. would be more than enough help 🩷 this is one of the most important questions i have for this entire idea, so if u would like to ignore any of the questions, don't let it b this one !!
4. what are some general headcanons you have about ANY OF the character's personalities outside the ring ? this is not exclusive to the characters listed in the poll!! do you have any headcanons about their lives back at home ? what do u think they enjoy doing besides boxing ? outside of those questions, literally ANY headcanons regardless of whether u think they're relevant or not is super fun and helpful !!
if i have more questions ill either edit this post or make separate ones ! i don't usually ask specifically for more reach but i would def appreciate reblogs so that the poll can get some votes and i can start compiling ideas from u guys 🩷 this will def take some time and research if i can make it happen but i wanna do this so bad !! thank u 2 anybody who helps w this genuinely < 3
#punch out!! wii#punch out wii#punch out#glass joe#von kaiser#disco kid#king hippo#piston hondo#bear hugger#great tiger#don flamenco#aran ryan#soda popinski#bald bull#super macho man#mr. sandman#i rlly hope this isnt bothersome ☹️ im srry 4 asking for reach i know that can b a little annoying but if i want this to even have a chance#-at happening i truly do need the help ! so again i genuinely do apologize for taking up all this space but i wanna have some fun doing thi#and more than the fun id just rlly love to hear from the community 🩷 yall make me so happy fr like this is a comforting spot to be in 🩷
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