#refinance scam

[exorbitant-interest]

$25K won’t buy much in this economy!

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

look at how perfect their artworks go together, they look like they're opening a performance. the vibes are immaculate

[queercatboyrights]

I just had to make so many phone calls today someone PLEASE tell me I'm doing a good job

[terramythos]

My mom got phished in an EXTREMELY refined scam that pretty much anyone could fall for-- basically her account was already pre-hacked and they spoofed the bank's number exactly, called her pretending there was fraud, and read back legitimate and fake transactions and personal info so she wouldn't suspect they weren't the bank. Then discouraged her from logging in claiming the account was locked so they could investigate the fraud-- all so she wouldnt catch them making massive purchases using her stolen info.

We have the same boss and when she told him what happened he recommended she call the bank directly, so she did and they managed to catch it in time before $20k of transactions went through. Very scary

I guess the lesson here is never ever answer your phone, I love that fraud is so rampant an entire form of mass communication is now useless

ANYONE can fall for phishing scams- my mom is extremely smart and we discuss common scams that target her age demographic and she still fell for this. If it happened to me I may have fallen for it too. Always be careful!

[seat-safety-switch]

With the ever-present rush towards convenience, so many sit-in restaurants are becoming take-out-only instead. Let's be honest: none of us really want to go outside and talk to people in order to get food. Just flip that app and bingbong® yourself a drunk order of fried treats for only $25 in fees.

Pizza Hut was one of the first to abandon the pull of large square footage, throwing millions of nostalgic red plastic cups into industrial grinders in a mad rush to stop bleeding so much goddamn money all the time. Today, those cups are worth $250 on eBay, so they look pretty stupid now, don't they?

The problem with all this is, in the time of our foreparents, it was real hard to fake the existence of a restaurant. If you went to a Pizza Hut, it was a real-ass physical building. It probably had not been copy-pasted together by a bunch of Taiwanese scam artists using Google Image Search fifteen seconds before you appeared. That was more of a Taco Bell thing. Nowadays, you can't be sure. Computers treat bullshit the same as any other kind of shit, so sometimes you'll be ordering from a completely imaginary restaurant. Feels weird, doesn't it?

As with many other cases in my adult life where I figured out everyone was just faking it, I decided to try and make some quick money. Papa needed a new engine, you see, and Slant Sixes don't exactly grow on trees anymore. With just a couple wonky Excel spreadsheets and a glob of code the size of Upper Tonawanda, I was in business with Switch's Fun-Time Pizza, an entirely non-fictitious restaurant whose address happened to be at the same place as a Pizza Hut.

Folks would pay me money, and then I'd quickly pay Pizza Hut to have a pizza ready by the time the delivery guy rolled up. Nobody seemed to care that the box said the wrong thing, and soon I was collecting fat stacks of money for doing nothing at all, just like the platforms themselves. This went on for a few weeks, fattening my bank account for slaughter. Until the first complaints came in, that is.

Yes, friends: it turned out that the local Pizza Hut had hired someone who wasn't very good at washing their hands. Soon, I was handing out big-time refunds on behalf of a massive international corporation, except I was doing so out of my own ill-gotten profits. My rickety, strung-together bullshit engine made entirely out of spreadsheets and chewing gum simply could not comprehend the idea of a refund, much less one for a weak human phenomenon such as food poisoning. Soon, all the money was gone.

Have I learned something from this whole experience? Yes. The most important thing in food service is to wash your hands thoroughly before (and after!) handling the customer's meat. The second most important thing is to charge at least a hundred percent premium over your supplier, to leave room for little hiccups such as this.

That's way easier to do if you position yourself as an upscale luxury restaurant, such as Lord Switchington of Canterbury's Refined Palate Pizza Parlour For Bourgeois Assholes Only, which will be launching this weekend in the very expensive neighbourhood next to mine. Hopefully their Pizza Hut is a little bit better at keeping the bathroom soap dispenser stocked.

[powdermelonkeg]

List of Tumblr things that would NOT get the Tumblr devs eaten alive for changing the website (Tumblr please take notes)

We're changing how moderation works: Reporting blogs at a certain threshold (maybe 1000 unique reports) gets it sent to a human person for manual review. Nobody gets deleted without a human pulling the kill switch.

Refined search engine: There's a new button you can press when searching a term that lets you exclude certain tags, sort by date posted/most likes/etc. Also you can refine it to include only results from certain users. It's the Ao3 system. Please I'm begging you Tumblr's search is so broken and hides so many works behind an arbitrary cap. You can't tell me there are only 3000 posts about Zelda over the 10+ years this site has been alive, you CAN'T.

Theme on/off switch on page: Themes are an integral part of Tumblr. You can HTML things to death. But sometimes they're illegible to some people, so instead of having to swap "powdermelonkeg.tumblr.com" to "tumblr.com/powdermelonkeg" manually, there's a sliding toggle at the top of the blog that allows you to quickly switch between them.

Filterable asks: You can set blocked terms so people can't send you them in your ask box. For example, if I don't want to see anything about "weather," nobody can ask me anything that includes the word "weather." And if there's a scam/copypasta sort of thing going around, you can block entire paragraphs of text.

Mutual icons beside usernames on posts: Same as it is in the Activity tab, you can now see if someone who put something on your dash is a mutual or not.

Search followers/following letter-by-letter: No longer do you have to type in "powdermelonkeg" spelled exactly correctly to see if you're following powdermelonkeg, you can just type in "powd" and all users except "powdermelonkeg," "powderpuffgirls," "expowd" etc will be filtered out. (I MADE THESE USERNAMES UP EXCEPT MINE. I DON'T KNOW THESE PEOPLE)

Toggleable See Results: You asked, we heard, you can now decide when making a poll whether or not people should be allowed to see the results before they've voted.

Block Specific Posts: Sometimes something's so icky it makes your stomach turn. Sometimes you're just sick of all your mutuals reblogging the same meme. Block a post without blocking OP.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

God, this man has the absolute worst case of nostalgia based rose tinted glasses

In nightbringer itself Asmo says the day before they Fell he was hiding from Raphael for messing with him/pissing him off

All of Lucifer's siblings (minus Levi, as far as we know) were frequently sneaking into the human world while they were actively at war with the Devildom and while it was forbidden to interact with humans

Mammon used the angels as his own giant chess set????

Mammon used to sneak into the human world to collect pigeon feathers and sell them to angels by saying they were Raphael's feathers, which is hilarious but is also A FUCKING SCAM THAT CURRENT MAMMON WOULD ABSOLUTELY PULL

The others actually thought Mammon would Fall long before he did because he was such a shit head

Asmo used to have his Asmo parties or Asmo nights or whatever up in the Celestial Realm despite Raphael saying parties are bad (I feel like the actual word he used was "immoral"? )

Asmo used to sneak into the human world to go partying with humans

It is heavily implied in s3 that asmo was fucking & sucking his way through the celestial realm (good for him btw get those sticks outta the angels' asses babe i believe in you <3 )

The twins and Lilith used to frequently sneak into the human world

Lilith started a whole ass relationship with a human and lied her ass off about it so that she could keep it secret

Lilith compared Michael to a jellyfish???? the first time she met him and that pissed him off

Lilith held a hell of a grudge

Belphie used to skip work so he could go nap

The brothers, as a team, used to catch frogs, cut holes in books, put the frogs into them and wait for Raphael to open them

The brothers, as a team, used to dig pits in the ground and cover them up so that other angels would fall into them (at least the frog thing was kinda funny this is just them being straight up dicks)

Raphael was constantly chasing them around with his spears and getting on Lucifer's ass about them because of how troublesome they were

S4 implies that the reason the brothers' pranks are more refined as demons, compared to when they were angels, is because they now have Satan

So yeah, they were always asses

But even if there is some truth in what Lucifer said about them being kind & sincere (and honestly, there is. We've seen more than enough evidence of it in the events, devilgrams, chats & s1-4) :

Levi says he was depressed in the Celestial Realm and felt like he didn't fit in.

Both Mammon & Beel didn't fit in until Lucifer found them.

Lilith definitely didn't feel like she fit in.

Lucifer, as a demon, says he'll never want to go back. Talking with Diavolo as an angel made him lose a little faith in the Celestial Realm. His greatest fear is possibly his father. Even before they Fell something in the Celestial Realm was pissing him off so much that he managed to spawn a whole other conscious life form - Satan says he gained his own consciousness even before Asmo was created meaning that anger had been festering for a long time.

As far as we know Asmo & Belphie were the only ones who were genuinely happy throughout their entire time in the Celestial Realm (and I think once Asmo gets used to his demon form he'll appreciate the freedom in the devildom over the strictness of the celestial realm)

Mammon, in Nightbringer, says that they know there's no real difference between being an angel or a demon and that they're all just labels.

Whatever sincerity and kindness they, may or may not have, had in the Celestial Realm wasn't because they were angels. Or because of the Celestial Realm.

It was in spite of all that.

It was just what they are like as people.

And of course that sincerity and kindness aren't gonna shine through right after a horribly traumatic event that killed their sister and permanently changed their bodies. And due to such an event & their Sins becoming more...more, they'll obviously be different and treat each other differently as demons.

But at the end of the day they are good, kind people, even as demons.

Like we've seen that.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Shinra is having a Victorian style ball (that will be filmed and reported about) in order to raise the city’s morale. Big name celebrities are invited, athletes, etc., and at the center of it all are the Turks and SOLDIER, who are obligated to make sure everyone has a good time- including dancing when asked.

(Rufus, President Shinra, and the other directors are also there to make sure everyone’s doing what they’re supposed to. Rufus had the “pleasure” of being put in charge of the whole thing.)

What happens?

The Victorian Ball From Hell

• Everyone dutifully adheres to the strict dress code—era-appropriate ball gowns, suits tailored to the occasion, and behavior befitting the Victorian-themed ball in the main event area of the Shinra building. Each guest is dressed accordingly... except for Sephiroth, who's wearing simple working class attire and has dirt on his face. Angeal quickly notices him as he enters the ballroom with Genesis, who despite donning a waistcoat and jacket, also sports a skirt with a crinoline.

Angeal: What planet did you two escape from??

Sephiroth: It would be wrong to partake in this gross display of wealth that serves only to mask the inherent inequalities and injustices of that era.

Angeal: And you, Genesis, couldn't make up your mind?

Genesis: Of course I could. They said we had to show up in clothes that match the Victorian era. They didn't say the clothes had to fit the gender norms of the time as well.

Angeal: Why is it that any time they host themed parties, neither of you can dress normally?

*Director Lazard walks up to them, donning an elegant suit*

Angeal: Look at Lazard. Why can't you be more like him? He's dressed in theme, he followed the rules.

*Tseng appears out of nowhere, looks at Lazard, blows a whistle, and 12 Turks tackle him to the ground before handcuffing and hauling him away*

Angeal: What was that??

Sephiroth: In the Victorian era, women did not have the right to vote, sue, and own property. It marked the early stages of the feminist political movement, advocating for equality in education, work, and electoral rights.

Tseng, ignoring him: In an effort to ensure that all of our guests follow the dress code, we have decided to arrest and remove any guests who do not adhere to it.

Genesis: But Lazard was in theme, was he not?

Tseng: He was, but he and I are wearing the same suit. I couldn't possibly be seen in competition with the Vice President's brother.

Angeal:

Genesis:

Sephiroth: The industrial revolution saw a surge in poverty and the exploitation of children.

Tseng: Enjoy your night.

*Tseng walks away*

Angeal: That was odd.

Genesis: Tell me about it.

• A SOLDIER taps Genesis on the shoulder, hands him some gil and extends an empty champagne flute. Genesis wordlessly reaches into the layers of his skirt and pulls out a champagne bottle before pouring it into the SOLDIERs glass. The SOLDIER walks away. Genesis stuffs the bottle back into his skirt.

Angeal:

Sephiroth: Cholera, tuberculosis and scarlet fever preyed on the poor and vulnerable during a time where medicine had a limited understanding of the correlation between infectious diseases and hygiene.

Genesis: What?

Angeal: What do you mean 'what'? You just pulled a bottle of champagne from your ass.

Genesis: Oh. Well, the Vice President decided that the ball remain alcohol-free to ensure our guests uphold an air of refinement suitable for the public's perception.

Sephiroth: Men, women and especially children were forced into labor and subjected to dehumanizing working conditions. Why? They were scammed, forced to work to pay their debts. They were thrown in poverty and then incarcerated.

Angeal, ignoring him: So you're risking getting tackled-arrested by the Turks all for the sake of profit??

Genesis: Yes? I've spread the word, I've pre-mixed drinks and brought my collection of fine liqueurs. People know where to come to for their fixes. Aren't I brilliant? I'll be five thousand gil richer by the end of the night.

• Zack taps Genesis on the shoulder and hands him the gil. Genesis reaches into his skirt, pulls out a bottle of hairspray, then shakes it before spraying Zack's spikes.

Sephiroth: Every home in the victorian era had a cesspool instead of a toilet.

Angeal: I don't know you people. *He walks away*

• As the night goes on, more people are tackled and arrested by the turks for not following the dress code, and Genesis' business is booming. Angeal is trying to keep his distance from everyone but this doesn't work for long.

*Reno walks up to him*

Angeal: Hey.

Reno: I need a favor. I got a message for Rude, but I can't physically walk up to him or call him.

Angeal: Why not?

Reno: We got into some trouble. As our punishment, we can't talk to each other for a week. Think you can deliver the message to him?

Angeal: Sure.

Reno: Cool, but don't go up to him. They're probably watching me right now, so it'll be obvious that I'm using you as a message man. Tell someone the message, then have them deliver the message to Rude.

Angeal: Okay, what's the message?

Reno: Meet me at the rooftop at three.

Angeal: Got it.

Reno: Thanks, man, You're the best.

• Meanwhile, Zack is enjoying the buffet. He really likes the finger sandwiches and can't get enough of them. Unfortunately Sephiroth is dead set on spreading the message.

Sephiroth: Items such as bread was adulterated with toxic materials such as sawdust and chalk in the victorian era.

*Zack stops chewing*

Sephiroth: Adulterated bread was likely fed to children, where the divide between social classes meant that while the wealthy enjoyed finger sandwiches, many children starved and succumbed to illness due to poverty and lack of access to proper nutrition.

*Zack starts crying and walks away*

Angeal: Sephiroth, I need you to do me a favor. Go up to Rude and tell him to meet Reno at the rooftop at three.

Sephiroth: Why?

Angeal: Because he and Rude have been banned from talking, and they're keeping an eye on them to make sure no one helps them communicate.

Sephiroth: I see. But seeing at the Turks have just seen you talk to Reno, and are now seeing you speak to me, going directly up to him is unwise. May I instead spread the word?

Angeal: Sure? Go ahead. Hey, have you seen Genesis? I kinda miss him.

• Sephiroth gestures toward a nearby table where Genesis is seated, with a line of people queued up in front of him to purchase drinks and other items. Dark Star approaches him, next in line.

Genesis: Unfortunately, I cannot serve you, as alcoholic beverages are entirely toxic to dogs.

*Dark Star barks*

Genesis: Ah, forgive me.

*Genesis extracts a giant chocobo bone from his skirt*

Angeal: Never mind.

• Sephiroth sets off to do Angeal's favor. He finds Zack on the dance floor and gestures for him to come over.

Zack: Hey, man, what's up?

Sephiroth: "Rude, complete Reno and the charm is free" Spread the word.

Zack: Huh?

Sephiroth: Jack the Ripper haunted the streets of Whitechapel, murdering—

*Zack panics and rushes off*

• Zack finds Kunsel.

Kunsel: Hey, man!

Zack: "Food completes Reno and smiling is free"

Kunsel: Huh?

Zack: Spread the word!

Kunsel: Okay.

• Kunsel finds Cissnei.

Cissnei: Hey!

Kunsel: Nude then incomplete, Reno is free.

Cissnei: Huh?

Kunsel: Spread the word!

Cissnei: ....uh...sure?

• Cissnei finds Rufus.

Cissnei: Gen is discreet, but he has a fee.

Rufus: Excuse me?

Cissnei: I was told to spread the word. I don't know what that's supposed to mean, though.

• Rufus finds Tseng.

Rufus: I'm concerned. Cissnei told me that Genesis is being discreet, and that he has some kind of fee.

Tseng: What could that possibly mean?

• Cloud walks by with some other troopers that are serving as security for the ball.

Rufus: Strife, a word.

Cloud: Yes, sir?

Rufus: Do you know the meaning of the phrase: Gen is discreet, but he has a fee?

Cloud: WHO TOLD YOU THE CODE WORDS?

Rufus: What??

Cloud: That's the code we use to let each other know about the hidden alcohol in Genesis' skirt that he's selling!

Tseng: I KNEW IT.

• Tseng blows a whistle, and then 12 Turks tackle Genesis out of his chair and onto the ground. The sheer amount of stuff that crashes and scatters to the ground is unbelievable—glass bottles, chewing gum, copies of Loveless, lighters, hair ties and bobby pins, toothbrushes, neck pillows, condoms, apples, cigarettes, materia that looks like it was stolen from the materia room on the SOLDIER floor, items autographed by Sephiroth, flower bouquets, cans of Banora White juice, extra ties and evening gloves, umbrellas, a Tupperware container filled with brownies that Tseng will pretend he doesn't see because he ran out of aspirin, bandaids, a sewing kit, a fire extinguisher, and Sephiroth's sword that has a price tag that reads "To be negotiated" on it.

• Angeal and Sephiroth watch as Genesis is arrested.

Angeal: Oh my god...I can't believe this.

Sephiroth: I know. He told me he had run out of neck pillows.

Angeal:

Sephiroth: I was scammed, which the working class often was in Victorian London, when con artists thrived—

Angeal: ENOUGH.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hello fellow,, I just wanted to say I think you're very pretty— And I'd love to watch one of your shows !!

What's your favorite part about your job?

So tell me, do you wanna go?

“Thank you, thank you for the compliment! Aren’t you a flatterer,” Fellow chuckled as he adjusted his lapels. “You, my good spectator, have an excellent eye. And if you’re looking to see far more beautiful things in your life, then have I got the item for you!!”

With the flick of his wrist, he produced a pink shard from his coat pocket. Its clarity was broken by a few scratches, resulting in a color closer to rose fog. The sea glass appeared to be ordinary in every sense of the word.

“This,” Fellow declared, presenting the shard with a flourish, “is rose-tinted glass. Have you heard of it? It’s a special material that was blessed by a fairy godmother! It may look like an ordinary lump now, but refine it, polish it--" He pantomimed cleaning it off with his sleeve. "--and you'll have yourself some fine material for a mirror, glasses, whatever you wish! Anything you see through its face will have its beauty enhanced a hundred-fold!"

"Oooooh." You politely clapped for him. "So that's how your scams--er, I mean shows--work. You butter people up and sell them impossible dreams."

"... That wasn't a demonstration just now, I really was trying to scam you, kid!!" Fellow groaned, letting his smile drop. He dropped the sea glass back into his pocket, then folded his arms. "Don't let it spread, or I could be losin' out on some potential marks."

"Alright, but only if you answer my question too."

"What my favorite part of the job is?" Fellow barked a laugh, but there was no joy to be found in it. "It pays the bills. It lets us survive. It puts snobs in their place. I can be my own boss, go where I like, make my own hours."

"That's it?"

"What, did you expect something flashier?" Fellow angled his hat, allowing the brim to shadow his eyes. "Get your head out of the clouds, kid."

Then he lifted his head and looked out. Past the main building of the school, to the front gates and beyond it. The town below, the sky above, the sea surrounding.

"... Stayin' put in one place never suited me," he said quietly. "There's a whole wide world out there, waiting for my grand ol' shows to come along and wow'm. They'll look at me with stars in their eyes, the crowd alive with sound."

A smile had taken shape on his lips. Not a sneer, not a smirk. A real smile, soft as a baby bird's down feathers.

It dawned on you.

I get it. What he likes the most is... seeing the joy he can bring to others, even if that joy is just a lie.

"Ah, but enough of that!" Fellow swept his top hat off and, inverting it, held it out to you. He beamed expectantly. "In exchange for my time and well-thought-out responses...!"

"Huh? But the deal was I wouldn't let your plot slip if you answered, not money on top of that. I'm barely managing to get by myself on the headmaster's monthly allowance..."

"I have to support myself and Gidel, don't I?" Fellow rattled the hat. "Payment, if you please!!"

You sighed but began digging for loose change.

[73ghosts]

I'm sure many of you are already aware of this, but in case I have any newer tumblr users, pet bill donation scams are very common on this site. If someone DMs or sends you an ask asking you to reblog some sort of donation post for a sick/injured pet, it is most likely a scam.

Below the cut, I have included tips to spotting a scam, and why I believe the post by 507-on-queue is a scam. @kyra45 runs an excellent tumblr scam awareness blog, and has more information and tips here about spotting pet scams. I have archived the scam post in question on my side blog here.

Here's some ways to spot these scams:

Age of the blog - most scam blogs are a week old or younger, they are often under a day old

Similar urls being used for multiple blogs - scam blogs are typically blocked/deleted rapidly, and the OP makes a new account with almost the same name

The blog bio/pfp are not unique

You can only access the dashboard view of the blog so the post archive cannot be accessed (for example, my dashboard view is this, but you can also visit my webpage view and see my 9 years of post history via /archive lol)

The blog has never interacted with you before

The blog follows you and immediately sends a DM/ask

The DM/ask is overly polite and guilt trips (they often ask you to reply privately to reduce digital footprint)

Images of pets can be found via reverse image search

OP's story is inconsistent or unrealistic

The Paypal link does not match the supposed country OP lives in

Most recently, a scam post has been going around about a sphynx cat named Draven. This has been done using multiple urls, including:

meer-lion (deactivated)

507-on-queue (deactivated)

507onqueue (deactivated)

507-onqueue (current as of Jan 13th, 2024)

Here's how this blog meets our scam watch criteria:

The current blog (507-onqueue) is less than a day old (19 hours at the time of this post). The oldest post:

As listed above, OP uses multiple, similar URLs.

The bio of 507-onqueue is taken almost directly from another user (said user). Due to the same bio being used in previous scams, I suspect this is the same or related person to kappa-tundra/kappatundra (about this scam).

Scam blog:

Copied blog:

Only dashboard view is available.

The blog follows and immediately DMs/sends and ask. From my account:

The ask from the account is very polite, guilt trips, and asks me to answer to the post privately. The goal of being so polite is to win your trust and lower your defenses. This isn't the worst guilt trip I've been in a scam (that goes to the child support scam from several years ago). By asking me to reply privately, they're attempting to reduce their digital footprint (making them harder to google) and disguise how much they are spamming asks.

The information in that post was taken from a private Facebook account (source). I found the Facebook account in question and confirmed that the information was taken from there. I do not want to share the page because I view that as a further violation of the Facebook OP's privacy. For transparency, the images of Draven are not on Facebook OP's page any longer, but there are several other identifiable pieces of information that make it more than likely that the claims of her information being stolen are true.

The ask is inconsistent itself with the name of the cat (Draven vs Indie). This is also nearly identical to another scam ask from user captbridges. This user was using a real GoFundMe for a sick cat to scam.

The medical paperwork in OP's post is for a veterinary hospital in Wisconsin. However, OP's PayPal is based in the Philippines. The country.x= part of the url indicate the country of origin of the account; PH is the Philippines. The local.x= part of the url shows that the link was localized to the United States (making the donation currency USD). (PayPal's information page about country codes).

Stay safe out there and remain vigilant, everyone. If you don't already know them, try to pick up some boolean operators to refine your google searches when checking for scams. The tumblr search function sucks, so this is your best bet of finding information about scams like these online.

[exorbitant-interest]

It appears to be a losing lotto ticket. That’s just what it is!

[storytowrite]

|Silent Devotion ~ See Changbin|

Paring: Seo Changbin x reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 6715

Warnings: murder, shooting, blood, smut, 18+, unprotectedsex, fingering

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You were cleaning your boss Chagbin's office, as always at this hour. In this house, everything went like clockwork, every activity was planned, every step was watched, whether by cameras or security guards, who were stationed in almost every room.

This was how your life had been for a few years, you were always being watched. It all started when you were still a teenager and you ran away from your parents' house. You didn't want to live with them anymore, especially after you overheard them talking about moving to a completely different continent, away from your friends.

However, you didn't think about the fact that after running away you would have nowhere to go. Your friends turned away from you when they found out you ended up on the streets, none of the people you trusted helped you.

Your new boss turned out to be your salvation. While you were wandering around the street, trying to find something to eat and a warm place to stop, a black luxury car pulled up to you. You were surprised at first, but at the same time it interested you. A tall, well-built man came out, dressed in a very elegant black suit. At first you were scared and thought you were about to be kidnapped, but the guy stopped.

"Good day, Miss. My name is Peter and I was asked by my boss to offer you a job." His voice was calm, elegant and very friendly, completely at odds with his appearance.

You stood completely shocked by this situation, although you were still very distrustful.

"The job will be very simple. You are to clean the Lord's estate. In return, we offer accommodation, food and a very good salary." He continued when you still seemed unconvinced.

"How do I know this is not a scam and you won't kidnap me and sell me on the black market?" She finally spoke.

"You have to take my word for it, Miss. My boss doesn't hurt people he doesn't have to." He smiled slightly.

You laughed nervously, his words didn't convince you at all.

“Here is a business card with the address that the young lady should come to if the young lady decides to work. “ Not wanting to scare you even more, he put the business card on the wall in front of you, bowed and went back to the car. Then he drove off, you stood still for a few seconds before you went over to take a closer look at the business card.

It was a small, black and beautifully decorated piece of cardboard, with red and gold lettering. There was indeed an address written on it, and on the other side were the beautifully calligraphed initials SC. You were very intrigued by this small piece of paper. You thought for a long time what to do in this situation, but you decided to try, after all, it couldn't be worse than where you were now, and there you would have a roof over your head, free food and they would still pay you.

The next day you arrived at the indicated address and were speechless when you saw the building where you could possibly work. A gigantic white wall covered in ivy appeared before your eyes, in the middle of which there was an equally large and heavy golden gate. You stood next to her, not knowing what to do next, when you suddenly heard the sound of the intercom.

“Good day, Miss. I expected you to decide after all.” You heard Peter’s familiar voice. “Please come in.” After these words, the large gate began to open, revealing an equally stunning villa.

From a distance, it resembled a simple, minimalist structure with huge dark glass panes, through which cool, white light fell. The building seemed almost invisible among the dense, trimmed vegetation, as if blending into the surroundings, but it's refined form caught the eye.

You walked along the driveway lined with black tiles, leading to the main door — large, made of steel, which opened automatically. Inside, the space was even more impressive. High ceilings, cool gray concrete, and omnipresent glass gave the villa a raw, industrial character. The furniture was simple but luxurious - black leather sofas, dark wood tables, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and abstract paintings hung on the walls, as if their owner wanted to emphasize his refined taste and wealth.

It took you a moment to notice the number of people inside. Servants bustling around the large rooms and a lot of menacing-looking men in suits.

"Good day again, Miss, let me personally escort you out. " Peter greeted you.

You nodded, because the appearance of the place took your voice away. Together you went to the next room. The open space of the living room connected to a vast terrace, on which there was a minimalist pool with edges so sharp as if it had cut the water around it in half. Exotic plants grew around, carefully selected to create an atmosphere of luxurious isolation. Discreet music rustled in the background, and the air was filled with the cool scent of masculine perfume.

"Let me show you to your room. “ He replied as you walked through the beautiful garden behind the house.

In the background there was a beautiful building made of gray brick, completely overgrown with vines. It wasn’t as modern as the main building, but it was just as beautiful, almost magical. You went inside together, here you also noticed many women of different ages. Each was dressed the same - in a rather short black dress, with a white apron tied around the waist.

None of them paid any attention to you, they were busy with their own activities. Peter showed you the stairs and together you went to the attic, where there were two doors. The man opened the first one and your eyes saw a beautiful, spacious bathroom with a huge bathtub and its own vanity, equipped with plenty of cosmetics.

“This is where you will get ready. At work, you have to look impeccable. Delicate make-up and carefully combed hair.” Peter said, still standing in the doorway.

“Sure, delicate make-up, combed hair.” You repeated, giving a sign that you understood.

“Great, let's go to your room then.” He pointed to the other door.

When the door opened, the bright morning light blinded you. The first thing you noticed was the large bed, above which stretched a huge window, facing straight to the sky. Your eyes wandered from place to place, carefully analyzing every inch of the room. The luxury you had never had left you dazed. Finally, your gaze landed on the glass wardrobe, which held a lot of beautiful and great quality clothes.

“Is this all mine?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yes, Miss. You should dress appropriately for work, in a black dress. When you are not working, you have full freedom.” The man explained to you.

“Black dress, work, after work whatever you want. Sure understand.” You replied.

“Wonderful. Now that you know everything, we can go downstairs.” He suggested and you go back to the main house.

You still couldn't stop marveling at the amount of awesomeness this house held. When you finally managed to explore the entire house, Peter began to head towards one of the older maids who was dusting in the living room.

"This is our head maid Esmeralda. She'll help you with everything and explain what to do. If you have any questions, ask her." Peter said and walked away.

The older woman stopped what she was doing, turned to you and gave you a genuine smile.

“What's your name, child?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“My name is Y/n, nice to meet you.” You replied, bowing your head slightly, wanting to show respect.

“You have a lot of work ahead of you, but I think you'll manage. Get changed and we can start.” Her words scared you a little, but you were full of enthusiasm for your new job and new opportunities.

You had been working in your new house for a week now, people started to pay attention to you, you even had the impression that you had struck up a good rapport with some of them. The work was hard and tiring, you spent your days cleaning, preparing tableware and meals, washing, ironing, generally working hard.

One day, walking up the marble stairs, you noticed a slightly ajar door to one of the rooms. You knew that you shouldn't change your daily schedule, but curiosity won. The room was decorated with splendor: massive dark furniture, tall shelves full of books, and impressive paintings on the walls.

Suddenly you heard the sound of the door opening and before you could do anything, the bathroom door opened and a boy who looked to be around your age stood in the doorway. He was standing in just a towel, wet hair falling over his forehead and drops of water running down his muscular torso.

You froze, opening your eyes wide, your legs pressed against the ground and you couldn't move. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks and you just looked down.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was here. I'm going now." You choked out, step by step backing towards the door.

The man raised an eyebrow at your embarrassment, but instead of getting angry, he smiled slightly.

"You have nothing to stress about. Please stay, you just have to give me a moment to get dressed." He said calmly, pointing you to the couch, then disappeared into the large wardrobe.

You sat down uncertainly on the couch, still feeling your cheeks burning. After a while, the stranger came out dressed in a black shirt that emphasized every outline of his muscular torso and perfectly tailored pants. He sat down opposite you and smiled friendly.

“I'm Changbin, nice to meet you.” He extended his hand to you.

“Y/n.” You replied, greeting him.

Introducing yourself gave you a little relief and you could talk to him calmly. Your conversations were really interesting and time flew by. You felt like you had known each other for years. At some point, intrigued, you decided to ask a question that was on your mind.

“I found out that this is the villa of a mafia boss. Apparently he is very strict and no one has the right to oppose him. As an ordinary cleaning lady, no one will have the opportunity to see him, because only selected people can be near him. And did you ever manage to see him?”

The boy burst out laughing loudly, which surprised you very much. You frowned, thinking that you had said something very stupid.

“I see him every day… I happen to be the strict boss, and you work for me.” He replied, smiling inquisitively.

You opened your mouth wide, and your heart stopped beating for a moment. You jumped to your feet, panic taking hold of you.

“God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that, master. Forgive me for my recklessness, master.” You began to bow, feeling embarrassment almost burning through you.

Changbin rolled his eyes and stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your back to calm you down.

“Call me Changbin, like before. There’s no need to be so tense, I don’t blame you.” He said calmly, his touch surprisingly warm.

You just nodded, still feeling the blush on your cheeks. You quickly apologized, then ran out of the room, feeling your heart pounding in your chest like a hammer.

That’s how you met your boss, in the worst possible way.

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It had been a few years since you had entered the residence and thanks to your enthusiasm, you had quickly moved up the hierarchy. Thanks to that, you have gained access to new parts of the building. Your fingers were gently sliding along the spine of a book on the top shelf when suddenly the quiet slam of a closing door interrupted the moment. Your heart beat faster - you turned around abruptly, but your leg slipped off the edge of the stool. Everything happened in a split second. You braced yourself for a painful fall, but instead of an impact, you felt warmth.

You opened your eyes and met his gaze. Changbin held you tightly, and his eyes, dark as night, seemed to read every hidden secret.

"Be careful, Y/n" He said, his voice sounding like a gentle warning. 

You swallowed hard and quickly stood on your feet, looking away. Your breathing was quickening and a blush was burning your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Master…” You whispered, but the words died in your throat as you noticed the annoyed look on his face. He sighed deeply, as if it was something he’d said a hundred times before.

“I already told you, call me Changbin.” He corrected you firmly. You bit your lip, feeling like you had made another mistake.

“I’m sorry, maste... Changbin.” You finally replied, adjusting your dress, the delicate material of which chafed against your skin. “Can I help you?”

He looked at you for a moment, as if weighing his words before answering.

“Yes, yes, you can. A foreign client will be visiting me tonight. I would like you to serve us.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Of course, it would be an honor.” You replied with a wide smile.

This was your first real chance. You couldn’t waste it.

Changbin nodded, his face still serious.

“This is a very important meeting, Y/n. Everything has to be perfect. I’m counting on you.”

“I won’t let you down!” You assured enthusiastically.

You watched as he turned around and left the office, then went back to work, knowing you had to hurry.

After work, in your room, you took a shower and prepared yourself carefully, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Your new dress fit perfectly, and the velvet bow delicately emphasized the hair falling to your shoulders. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, making sure that everything was in its place. You were ready.

It was late evening when you brought a tray of empty glasses to the office, which you placed on the table in front of the two men. There was no room for mistakes, everything had to be perfect on point. You didn't say a word the whole time, only bringing drinks and snacks to the table when needed. Even though you couldn't say anything, you listened carefully. For now, at this moment, you found out that your boss's client was called Victor and he didn't look like a nice guy. Every time you looked at him, shivers went through your body, but you couldn't show it.

The office you were in was filled with the smoke of the cigar that Victor was smoking, and the heavy black curtains blocked the moonlight. Both men sat opposite each other on two different sides of the table, and you walked around them, fulfilling their whims but not disturbing the meeting.

You felt the pressure on yourself, after all you had to do well. However, you were surprised by the fact that you were the only maid at this meeting and why you were chosen when your boss had a lot of other more experienced maids. Also, halfway through the meeting, Changbin ordered all the security guards to leave, so the three of you were left in the room.

As you approached the table to collect the empty glasses, Victor looked at you with a nasty smirk that made you feel uneasy, but you kept your head high and smiled.

“Beautiful girl.” He said, looking at you carefully. “Don't you think Changbin that your maid is too cute to work like this?”

Changbin raised an eyebrow, looking coldly at Victor.

“Y/n is here to work, so please respect her.” He said, still maintaining his calm and stoic composure.

Victor laughed, his laugh deep and malicious. He grabbed his glass and drank the entire contents. He then swirled it in his fingers, signaling you to refill it.

You leaned down slightly to pour another glass of wine for your guest.

“Would you like to join us? Come here, my love.” He held out his hand to you, but you took a step back, feeling anxiety building in your chest.

Changbin looked at you, his eyes full of concern directed only at you.

“Victor.” His voice was icy. “I said you have to respect her. Leave her alone and let’s focus on business.”

However, Victor ignored the warning. He grabbed your wrist, and your eyes widened in fear.

“Don't be so shy.” He whispered, pulling you even closer to him. “I feel like having some fun.” At that moment, something inside Changbin snapped. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over.

“Let her go! Now!”

Victor looked at him with a challenge in his eyes, but he didn’t let go of you.

“What if I don’t?” he asked provocatively.

Changbin didn’t answer, he just pulled out his gun and aimed it straight at Victor’s head.

“I warned you.” You only heard those words, then your ears started to squeak from a loud shot.

You instinctively closed your eyes and felt warm blood spraying your face. At the same time, you crouched down, scared, and didn’t dare to get up for a while. Crouched down, you only heard a few guards who were standing in front of the door running inside.

“Take the body. Our negotiations are over.” You heard Changbin’s voice, completely unaffected by what had just happened. “It’s over, Y/n. You don’t have to be afraid.” He crouched down in front of you and gently lifted your chin to look at you closely.

You looked at him as he looked at you, making sure that you definitely didn't have any wounds. His face was calm, blissful, as if he wanted to show you that you had nothing to be afraid of.

"I'm sorry about this situation. You must be scared. Let me help you, but first I'll ask Esmeralda to prepare a bath for you in my room. I'd rather keep an eye on you now." He said, offering you his hand and helping you to stand up, as your legs were shaking with fear.

The last thing you saw before leaving was a few servants wiping up pools of blood and security guards packing Victor's body into a bag. Changbin didn't leave your side the whole way to his room. The two of you attracted the attention of the others gathered, but they tried to hide it. You walked slowly, taking your time, and the shock you had experienced slowly subsided from you.

Changbin led you to his bathroom, where Esmeralda, at his request, prepared a bath for you. The boy gently sat you down on the edge of the tub, his eyes filled with concern and warmth that brought unexpected peace to your heart. He grabbed a wet towel, and his movements were slow, as if he wanted to make sure that every action of his would comfort you. He gently wiped the small drops of blood from your face that reminded you of the events of the last few hours.

"You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. You're safe with me. I won't let anyone hurt you." He said, placing a warm hand on your cheek. His touch was soothing, as if he was not only physically removing traces of pain, but also mentally giving you shelter from the world. "Take a bath, please. Take your time, and I'll be waiting in my room. If you need anything, just call me," He added, then left, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

You were grateful for his concern. When Changbin disappeared behind the door, you started to take off your clothes, still dirty and stuck to your body after everything that had happened. You sank into the warm, relaxing water, feeling the stress and tension leave your body. The water acted like a balm on your senses, allowing you to forget for a moment. You washed away the remnants of dirt and anxiety, wanting to feel fresh and regain control over yourself.

After bathing, you got out of the tub and looked around the bathroom. You noticed that you didn't have any clothes to change into. You wrapped yourself tightly in a towel, feeling the cool breeze on your wet skin, and went out, heading to Changbin's room. The boy was sitting on the bed, looking through one of the books.

"Um, could I get some clothes?" You asked shyly.

He turned to you slowly, looking at you for a moment, as if he wanted to remember every detail. After a moment, he stood up without a word and disappeared into his wardrobe. He came back with a white shirt in his hand, which he handed to you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, turning on your heel to go back to the bathroom and change. As you closed the door behind you, you realized you didn’t have a change of underwear. You didn’t want to put on the one you were wearing earlier- it felt dirty. So you decided to just put on a shirt. It was big and long, covering everything that should be covered.

You left the bathroom and Changbin was now sitting on the couch, his gaze once again resting on you. You could have sworn the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, though there was no hint of mockery in it.

“Thank you, master.” You said quietly, about to leave, but his voice stopped you.

“Changbin.” He corrected you sternly. “I told you to call me Changbin.” His voice sounded irritated, but it quickly softened. “Y/N, sit with me, please. Let's talk like the first time we met."

You looked at him uncertainly, but you couldn't say no to your boss. You hesitated, but eventually walked over and sat down next to him on the couch. The leather upholstery was cool under your skin, and you desperately tried to cover all the parts of your body that shouldn't be visible at the moment. You were intimidated by his closeness, but you didn't want to admit it.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, leaning slightly towards you. "You don't have to be afraid of me."

"I’m okay. Thank you so much for helping me." You finally spoke, still crumpling the material of your shirt in your hands.

"Would you like a drink, Y/n?" He asked, getting up from the couch and walking over to the small bar in the corner of the room.

"I'm working, I'm not allowed to drink." You answered immediately, thinking it was some kind of test.

“Chill Y/n, you're with me, and with me you can do anything. Let's celebrate our meeting. “ He poured wine into two glasses and came back to you, handing you one.

“Okay, I guess one won't hurt. “ You took a sip from the glass and fell in love with the taste of this alcohol, you've never had such good wine in your life.

Thanks to the alcohol, you relaxed slightly and talked freely with Changbin, just like when you first met.

After a long conversation and a few glasses of wine, Changbin approached you. He sat so close that his legs touched yours.

“I'm glad Y/n that I drove past you that day. The first time I saw you I knew you were special. I had to have you by my side. I'm glad you agreed to work for me. “ His words hit you with double the force, probably because of the alcohol.

A red blush began to paint your cheeks. You were slightly embarrassed by his words, because you didn't expect to hear that from him.

"I'm the one who's glad I got a chance at a better life. I owe you everything." You replied, swirling the half-full glass in your fingers.

There was silence for a moment, but it wasn't an awkward silence. You sat staring at each other, and the tension between you was growing. You don't know why, but your heart began to skip a beat as you looked at him closely. His features seemed even more defined, his lips were plumper, and his eyes were full of passion.

"Y/n." He began, placing his hand on your bare thigh. "Since the first time I saw you, I knew I wanted you. I want to have you for myself. I want to taste you. You're like a forbidden fruit to me, one that I desire so much." His words were certain, but at the same time very sensual.

Your whole body heated up and you couldn't help but bite your lip as Changbin's hand moved up a little.

"Don't do that, or I won't be able to hold back." He said, placing his other hand on your cheek.

"What if I don't want you to hold back?" You asked, your voice slightly husky and seductive.

Changbin just gave you a short smile and grabbed you by the neck to pull you closer to him. His lips immediately landed on yours, he didn't play cat and mouse with you, he just stuck his tongue into your mouth, and you reciprocated, the first hot kiss. Emotions were boiling inside you, and the excitement was growing.

You couldn't help but moan quietly when Changbin completely took the initiative and deepened your kiss. You pulled away from each other only for a moment to catch your breath, which you were desperately looking for.

After a moment, Changbin pulled away from you, only to whisper in your ear.

"Hold the glass up and don't drop it, because I'll be very angry and I'll have to punish you."

His words sent shivers down your body, but you decided to obey and lifted the glass you were holding in your hand. At that moment, Changbin planted a passionate kiss on your neck, which almost made you drop your glass. You didn't expect his lips to be so pleasant, and his kisses aggressive but also very thoughtful.

His other hand wandered up and down your thigh, slowly testing how far he could go. His every move was carefully planned to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

After a while, when he got bored with your neck, he slowly unbuttoned one of the buttons of his shirt with one hand and focused his kisses on your collarbones, lightly biting them. It made your back arch into a beautiful curve. Changbin's other hand went under your breasts, holding you so you wouldn't run away.

He really liked the way you looked at that moment. Slightly squinted eyes, back arched and bitten lips, everything was perfect and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

"Binnie." You whispered between heavy breaths.

It worked on him like a rag to a bull. He sat down comfortably and pulled you with him, so that you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. Without stopping kissing you, he deftly unbuttoned another button of his shirt, giving himself access to your bare breasts. His sudden movement made you want to lower your hands and cover yourself, but the boy caught your hand and lifted it above your head again.

“A-a-a… I said to hold the glass up.” He whispered, lightly nibbling on your earlobe. “Good girl.”

His words turned you on even more and you started to feel yourself getting warm down there, and his next movements didn’t help. Changbin grabbed your breasts in his hands and started kneading them. His touch was gentle but firm at the same time. You couldn’t stop the moans that fell from your lips. However, you quickly covered your mouth with a free hand.

“Oh no, baby. I want to hear how I affect you. " He said, smiling nonchalantly and moving his hands to your nipples.

He grabbed them in his fingers and began to fondle them thoroughly. He gave each one the same amount of attention. He gently rolled them in his fingers, enjoying every second. You slowly began to feel how wet you were, and that was just the beginning of the fun. His hands went to your buttocks to bring you even closer to him.

His mouth rested on one of your nipples, and his tongue swirled around it, as if immersed in a dance. He smoothly moved from one nipple to the other, playing with your buttocks at the same time. You felt how you were soaking wet and staining his pants with your juices, but Changbin didn't seem to mind it, quite the opposite. His penis began to tense up, creating a bulge in his pants that pressed against your pussy.

This time it was you who smiled when you felt new possibilities to please yourself. You sloppily began to unbutton his shirt, inch by inch revealing his gorgeous torso.

Feeling how eager you were to continue the game, the boy slightly let you know that you could start moving your hips to relieve the desire that your body was showing more and more. You slowly started to move forward and back, with his hands still kneading your buttocks. The bulge in his pants rubbed against you, creating unforgettable sensations. You wanted more, you craved more. You needed to have him inside you, but the boy decided to tease you a little more.

In one smooth movement, he took you off his lap and quickly pulled his pants down, leaving you only in your boxers. Despite the amount of pleasure you were now experiencing, you bravely held the glass above your head, not even a drop fell out of it. Changbin pulled you to him again, only now you were sitting backwards on his lap. One of his hands rested on your breast, playing with your nipple again, and the other went down.

His fingers immediately began to caress your clit, using your own juices, which were already flowing down your thighs, as lubrication. Your whole body tensed under the influence of his touch. Your entire pussy was very sensitive, and you couldn't resist such a reaction. He skillfully maneuvered between your folds and your clit, not skipping a millimeter.

He played with you like that for some time, enjoying every second. You writhed under his touch, but you couldn't do anything about it. The boy knew perfectly well what he was doing to fully satisfy you. Soon his fingers ran between your folds, heading for your hole.

He easily slid one finger into your hole, and a loud moan escaped your lips. Without waiting a moment, he began to move it inside. Slowly at first, and with time, speeding up and adding another finger. His movements inside you were like magically enchanted time for you. You didn't want him to stop, you were at the edge of your endurance when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of you and took you off his lap, which was met with a grunt of displeasure from you.

"Don't be so impatient little one. I'll give you what you want so much soon." He said, kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs.

Without further ado, he ran his tongue all over your pussy, finally focusing on the most sensitive spot. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it lightly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the amount of pleasure you were feeling at the moment.

Your body began to shake slightly as his tongue slowly began to wander down. The boy grabbed your legs tightly and pulled you so that you were sitting on the edge of the couch, giving him better access to you. His unexpected movement caused some of the wine to spill, but neither of you seemed to notice.

Changbin licked your pussy once more before he inserted his tongue into your hole. He was looking for the exact spot that would give you the most pleasure, and when he found it, guided by your increasingly louder moans, he sped up his movements. He watched you writhe under his touch, kneading your breasts with pleasure. When you reached for his hair to tangle your fingers in it, Bin's lips curved into a slight smile. He knew perfectly well that you were close to climax. So he sucked on your pussy a few times and sped up his movements again. You didn't expect someone could be so good at doing good with their mouths, and yet. A few movements were enough for a powerful orgasm to overwhelm you. You squeezed your legs against his face, shaking and twitching. The wave of pleasure was so big that you dropped the glass from your hand, which fell on the couch.

With your other hand, you also grabbed his hair, tightly tangling your fingers in it. Your breathing was very heavy, and sometimes you even had the impression that you weren't breathing as you went through your orgasm. Changbin patiently waited for you to calm down, so that you could continue. He stroked your legs, calmly guiding you through every second of pleasure.

After a moment, you began to feel all the tension leave you and you began to relax. Your legs fell limply down, and your hands loosened their grip. Changbin stood up from his knees and leaned over you.

"You dropped the glass, darling. Now you're going to be punished." Without waiting for your answer, he picked you up and carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently and pulled off your unnecessary shirt, then took off his boxers, revealing his fully erect penis.

You looked at him seductively, slightly biting your lip. The boy laughed slightly and approached you, kneeling between your legs. His cock gently rubbed your still sensitive pussy, and you couldn't help but lift your hips. You wanted to feel him inside you already.

"So impatient and so horny." He said, leaning over you slightly, sliding between your wet folds a few times, wetting his cock.

Finally, he aimed at your hole. His tip pressed against your entrance and in one smooth movement, he entered you completely. Your mouth opened but no sound came out, as if you were speechless. Only when you let out a breath from your lungs were you able to speak again. Changbin's size was perfect, not too small and not too big, so as not to hurt you.

His first movements were slow, smooth and calm. He wanted you to get used to this position. Seeing how you kept biting your lip and pulling your hair slightly, he sped up and deepened his movements. They were no longer so calm, but still rhythmic. His penis slid in and out of you, stretching your walls slightly.

However, after a while, even that wasn't enough for him. He lifted both of your legs and placed them on his shoulders, giving himself access to deeper penetration. The first movements of his hips were calm, but they quickly gained momentum when the room was filled with sweet moans. Your breasts jumped in rhythm with the movements, giving him additional wonderful views.

"More Changbin, I want more!" You said between moans of pleasure.

The boy understood this perfectly, quickly pulled out of you and lay on his back. You knew immediately what he meant. You climbed on top of him and aimed his penis at your hole. When his penis slid back into you, filling you, a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine.

You began to see him, moving your hips forward and back, giving yourself additional sensations. You felt blissful, you started to play with your hair, revealing your breasts. Changbin's hands immediately went to them, they fit them perfectly, as if they were sculpted especially for them.

After a moment, your movements began to become careless, you felt the warmth in your lower abdomen growing again, you knew that the second orgasm was coming and faster than you thought. Changbin noticed it too, his hand went to your clit. He started to stimulate it, and you couldn't stop the feeling that you were about to explode. His fingers were agile and fast, they carefully caressed the most sensitive spot.

"Binnie...I can’t...I can't hold out any longer!" You screamed as a wave of pleasure flooded your body again.

You dug your fingers into Changbin's muscular chest. He admired you as you twitched on him, with his penis still inside you. However, he didn't wait for the whole orgasm to pass, he just lifted you off him and put you on all fours. Then he immediately thrust into you with great force.

Your elbows bent under you. You were now completely exposed to him, your chest fell onto the soft mattress and your hips remained up. Changbin grabbed your hips, holding you up. He didn't want you to run away, he was absorbed in you. Your body, your scent, just you.

His movements were strong, the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room, mixing with your loud moans of pleasure. The orgasm from earlier had worn you out a bit, you were overstimulated, but you didn't want to show it. You wanted to have him inside you for as long as possible and make love to him for as long as possible.

Changbin's fingers dug into your skin so hard that they slowly lost their color, but the boy wanted to enter you even harder. A few movements later you felt a sudden rush of pleasure take over your body. Looking at your reaction, he knew he hit your sweet spot and that's where he had to continue.

Even though you had just climaxed, you could feel your third orgasm approaching and it would be stronger than the previous two.

“I…I’m…cumming!” You moaned between the blows to your buttocks.

Changbin understood your plea and sped up his movements, still staying in your sweet spot. You dug your fingers into the sheet so hard that the blood drained from them, but you didn’t mind, you had to somehow control your body.

Soon the boy’s movements became uneven, but they didn’t lose their strength. His breathing quickened. You were both close, both waiting for the desired fulfillment. After a few more movements, you both came. You felt the warm liquid filling you inside as his cum shot out.

Your walls clenched on him uncontrollably as more waves of heat flooded your body. All your muscles contracted uncontrollably as he hit your buttocks slower and slower. Each of your movements led you through orgasm. The amount of pleasure that hit you was so great that you clenched your teeth on the sheet, hoping that it would bring some help.

Only after a moment did Changbin gently fall onto you and very slowly pull out of you, giving the excess cum a chance to escape. He placed a gentle kiss on your red buttock, then your back, shoulder blades and neck. Your body reacted to each new mark left on your body.

Finally, you fell onto the bed exhausted, your forehead decorated with small beads of sweat, just like Changbin's. You lay next to each other, staring at each other, your breaths were heavy, but you were happy.

Changbin brushed a strand of hair away from yours and gently stroked your cheek.

"You're mine Y/n and I won't let anyone hurt you." He said tenderly, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

You lay on the bed for a while longer, you snuggled up to Changbin, wanting to stay with him as long as possible. When your breathing calmed down a bit, Changbin took you to the bathroom and made a shared bath for you. After all, he couldn't leave you like this. Once the tub was full, you both got in. He sat down behind you and hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around you. You felt safe with him and knew this was the start of something great. Something where you were the main characters. Your life was about to change from being a mere servant, you were finally together with a mafia boss.

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Masterlist

[maria-of-the-waves]

The first battle of Maple Castle

The animation of the battle of Maple Castle encouraged me to re-read it and I really enjoyed it (⌒▽⌒)☆

Spoilers for chapters 280 to 288

The Whipper king is a fucking cowardly bastard who deserved to die during the civil war and it is certain that unless he acts as an enemy or obstacle he will die in every fic I am ever going to write 凸(`△´＃)

The way Toonka encouraged his soldiers made me enjoy his unique style of charisma and the strategy meeting was simply amazing.

The beginning of the battle was fabulous, in fact the references to KRS's life and the cataclysm were fabulous and now I understand everything correctly (*¯︶¯*)

Toonka ignoring all formalities and attacking instantly was simply art.

The way the soldiers (from both sides) reacted once the barbarians and the third brigade clashed was incredible, I like the way it is indicated that even those who are not warriors as long as they are from the Whipper kingdom are crazy (at least from the eyes of the empire) (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

I really liked the clash between Toonka and Huten since it shows the character of both parties and that same meeting is what motivates Kanelle to go ahead with the plan (*≧ω≦*)

I liked the bone birds, they show the progress of the Whipper kingdom in accepting magic again, from nothing to just magical tools to magic being allowed but only as long as no one in the town gets hurt. Huten being tricked, the native wizards acting freely and unleashing their full power, the dwarves gaining determination to defeat the lions, and Cale discovering his new power; All of this happened in a single chapter (385) and it was so fast that I felt like I was really there, sheltered in the castle and seeing the war in front of me. That Huten thought Cale would never rise up against the empire was funny paraphrasing Raon "Human! Are we scamming the Duke?!" Hay and Raon! It's super cute! The way he said that all of Cale's powers had to be fortified and then got sad because he didn't have enough in his piggy bank touched my heart! (っ˘ω˘ς )

The wizards creating a bottleneck for the warriors to fight with Toonka and his people excited was great! I felt my adrenaline rising! ٩(◕‿◕)۶

The political plots in the background were just the icing on the cake and Choi Han pledging to stay hidden and being a tsundere with Toonka I loved it! Huten wanting to kill Toonka and automatically forgetting about him as soon as Choi Han arrived was very "I don't care about you anymore, I have a new rival" style, but it happens that that rival is just as (more) stronger than me and seems to have come out of hell ↑_(ΦwΦ)Ψ

Meanwhile Choi Han used it as a springboard to improve his sword art. Huten thinking that Choi Han is a noble for his "refined sword art" was funny and in the background the soldiers going crazy and shouting instructions like they should tie the enemies' feet improved the situation a lot (ᵔ◡ᵔ)b

Choi Han understanding that he didn't fall into darkness thanks to his family was very cute to me and his joint battle with Toonka was great. I like the way they treat the "grand Duke of the empire" like a rag doll <(￣ω￣)>

And the first time I saw the Whipper kingdom strategy I didn't understand it but now I was excited to reach the climax of it, the chaos caused was glorious with all the rubble falling and every armor destroyed \(✯◡✯)/

This is how the first battle of Maple Castle ends.

[turbofanatic]

A bunch of ink studies and sketches.

I love Tiny's nose. It's so fun to draw. And I think I'm getting a handle on drawing him as a kid. He's an adorable little weirdo with a thousand-yard stare.

Ravio is another one of my favorite Zelda characters, I like the idea that he's a heavily sarcastic scam artist who also makes one of the most harrowing ethical choices ever seen in a Zelda game. While wearing a bunny hood. Also Sheerow is the most competent one on the top row.

I've been trying to figure out everyone's height in relation to each other, and wow, the downfall and adult timeline Links are tiny. To some extent with video game heights you just have to accept that getting exact values is a fool's errand. Oh sure, you can pull out the model and measure it, but then you have to account for the fact that there's lots of size multipliers applied to models that can change throughout the game, and that the entire world might not quite use the same measurements as ours, plus stylistic differences, and... yeah it's hard. It's pretty clear most Links are tiny (except Tiny, who ends up being huge canonically) and I'm going to make Ravio about 4'7" / 140cm. Since it's hard to reconcile the wide range in sizes of Hylians, I think there's just a tendency for some to be very small, just like the Gerudo have a tendency for some to be very large, and certain ethnic groups have more or less of this. The ones surviving in the harsh environments of flooded and downfall timelines tend to have more of the smaller Hylians.

In the middle we have Link from OG Zelda and Adventure of Link. He's probably even shorter than Ravio. I've given him a Phrygian cap, which is pretty cool and loaded with symbolism. I've also drawn his fairy form, and tried to keep the curly hat shape. He's green because of course, but also a little red for the color shift when he uses the shield spell.

At the bottom we have a rough idea for a shadow beast from Twilight Princess, because they were hugely influential to me and one of my favorite designs ever, though I think I have to refine this further.

Also a maneless lynel! No thoughts only big kitty.

[terasumono]

I translated Ushio's initial SSR card story!

**Please don't use my translations for bots or claim them as your own.**

Feel free to let me know if you catch any mistakes!

Man Proposes, God Disposes (First Half) 

MC: (The new travel bag sure looked cool. That shop always carries a lot of designs that resonate with me...hm?) 

??: Haa? This is a scam, right? They’ve got to be manipulating the results behind the scenes.  

MC: (Is that Ushio-kun’s voice? .....Ah, I thought so.)  

MC: Ushio-kun? 

Ushio: Geh. Why are you here...? 

MC: There’s a store I like here...what about you? 

Ushio: Where I am and what I’m doing has nothing to do with you, does it? Are you infringing on my privacy? 

MC: S-Sorry. I’ll be off then.  

Ushio: Wait. I’m sure you have nothing better to do anyways. Aren’t you thirsty? 

MC: Huh? Well...now that you mention it, I haven’t had anything to drink yet so I am a little. 

Ushio: Then...cola, chocolate, and matcha—which do you prefer?   

MC: No way, are you going to treat me?  

Ushio: I am always under your care. So, which will it be?  

[Cola] 

MC: Then, I'll go with cola.  

Ushio: “Shouta’s Passion-filled Spicy Craft Cola”, yeah? 

What, so this means Chief’s oshi is also Shouta... 

MC: Eh? Oshi?  

[Chocolate] 

MC: Then, I'll go with chocolate.  

Ushio: “Sweetly Melting, Reito’s Popular Choco Milkshake”, is it. Huh, didn’t expect that.  

MC: What are you talking about...? 

[Matcha] 

MC: Then, I'll go with matcha. 

Ushio: “An and Kazari’s Double Heroine Matcha Latte ~Garnished with Candy Art~”, yeah? 

You have surprisingly refined tastes. 

MC: Yep, I feel like drinking some every now and then.  

Does this one come with candy as well? 

Ushio: ......It doesn’t matter, does it? I’m going to go buy it so twiddle your thumbs and wait here.  

MC: Ah, okay... 

MC: (Ushio-kun can be hard to grasp...) 

MC: (At any rate, this cafe is really bustling with people...) 

Female A: It’s no good~ They said today’s reservations are full and there've been no cancellations either. 

Female B: Seriously? I wonder if we’ll be able to make a reservation during the event period. Let’s give up on the food and just get drinks today then. We should be able to get take-out for the drinks at least.  

Female A: Yeah...Hey, if I order my oshi1’s drink, do you think he’ll come home after all?  

Female B: It’s random, so it'd be super exciting if a miracle like that occurred...! But wouldn’t you be moved if you ordered your ship’s other half or the rival instead and he still came out?  

Female A: True! It’d end up feeding my delusions...!  

MC: (I don’t really get it, but they seem incredibly excited... 

This seems like a limited-time cafe, so maybe there’s some kind of bonus with each purchase? If I had to guess, that’s probably what Ushio-kun's after too...)   

Ushio: Thanks for waiting.  

MC: Thanks...huh, wait? There’s two?  

Ushio: I felt like drinking something too. Now then... 

MC: (He turned around...and is clearly doing something secretly...) 

Ushio: Tch... 

MC: (He clicked his tongue...? I wonder what’s wrong.) 

Um... 

Ushio: You want seconds? 

MC: Huh? 

Ushio: If you’re still thirsty, they have a variety of different drinks—— 

MC: I'm happy for the consideration, but it’d cost money so this is more than enough.  

(I couldn’t possibly allow Ushio-kun to pay for everything either.) 

Ushio: ......ttle. 

MC: Huh? 

Ushio: It’s because this is....a battle.  

MC: Hm?? 

Ushio: There’s value in things you can’t buy with money...it’s just like travelling, don’t you think? 

Giving up just because it hasn’t come after a few tries, when you haven’t even done all you can....Isn’t that way more of a loss?  

MC: Y-Yes.... 

Ushio: That’s how it is, so just wait here.  

MC: ...... 

(He was so enthusiastic that I couldn’t turn him down...) 

(This is the fifth one...At the rate he’s going, we’re going to go through the entire menu...) 

(I know he’s buying the drinks because there’s something he wants, but...) 

Ushio: AH——! Geez! How many has it been now?! If this is how it’s going to be, I’ll put everything I have on the line to settle this...!2 

MC: U-Ushio-kun, I can’t drink anymore...my stomach is going to burst... 

Besides, the thing that you want is— 

Ushio: ...Washroom. Once I get back, we’re going another round. 

MC:  Eh, another round?! Wai—Ushio-kun! Hey, Ushio-kun! He’s gone... 

(To think that there’s something he wants so much that he’d become so dejected... 

I wish he would have the same amount of passion when giving hospitality3. In order to do that...) 

...Okay! We’ve come this far anyway—one last try won’t hurt! The line is...over here.... 

Shop Clerk: Thank you very much~.  

MC: (Every drink comes with one silver bag.  

So this is what Ushio-kun's been opening since earlier. Let's see, inside is...) 

This is... 

Man Proposes, God Disposes (Second Half) 

MC: This is...a coaster? 

(It seems like a paper coaster. I feel like the character drawn on it resembles Nanaki-kun somehow...) 

Female A: E-Excuse me...! 

MC: Ah...yes, what is it? 

Female A: If it's okay with you, would you be willing to give Reito...give that coaster to me? I’ll pay for the drink.  

MC: (It’s the person who was in front of the cafe earlier... I wonder if this person was also after this?) 

Reito? 

Female A: That’s the character’s name! 

...I can’t believe you don’t know Reito, are you a bandwagoner? 

You aren’t qualified to have him, so I think it’d be better if you handed him over to me.  

MC: H-Haa... 

Ushio: My bad, the washroom was full... 

?!  

(If I remember correctly, they’re that ReiShou shipper...!) 

Female A: (They’re that ReiOu shipper..!) 

MC: Is this character really that popular?  

Female A: That’s right! *rustling noise*  

MC: Wah, it’s a bag full of Reito (?)-kuns... 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato4 : This is the limited gacha can badge they sold at this year’s PatiFes. Reito’s character tax is high so it was hard collecting these!  

Ushio: <......One’s love for their oshi isn’t something that can be measured in numbers.> 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: Ahem! Reito is a character from a series known as “PatiBato!”. “PatiBato!” is an unprecedented shounen manga that combines sweet confections and hot-blooded battles!  

MC: I-I see... 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: At a super difficult-to-get-into technical school for pâtissiers named “Framboise”, everything is decided by battles between fellow pastry chefs...just like a Sengoku Period5 of sweets! 

Ushio: <Ha, someone who looks like they’ve never even made sweets before doesn’t suit it at all.> 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: The main character is an energetic boy named Shouta who excels at baking, and Reito is a scholarship student who specializes in chocolate sweets, and is Shouta’s first rival, as well as the object of everyone’s admiration!  

Ushio: <Can a ReiShou shipper with zero reading comprehension please not speak about Reito?> 

MC: (Why is this turning into a heated argument...?!) 

T-Thank you for the explanation...!  

I see, so he’s a character from such a popular series.  

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: That’s right. So give Reito to...  

MC: I’m sorry, I can’t give this to you. 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: Huh?! 

Ushio: ...! 

MC: (This might be the coaster Ushio-kun wanted after all...) 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: .........Fine, I get it. Make sure you treasure him.  

MC: ......haah~~! That person was super passionate, wasn’t she! She seemed like an acquaintance of yours, but do you know her? 

Ushio: ...You think I’d be acquainted with a sinner who ships ReiShou? 

MC: (He definitely knows her...) 

Ushio: ...That coaster you were holding earlier—I wouldn’t mind throwing it out for you. 

MC: Ah, right. Was this what you wanted?  

Ushio: ?! I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that a coaster from a series you don’t even know may as well be trash—    

*phone ringing* 

MC: Sorry, it’s a call from Kafka. Yes, hello— 

Ushio: ...... 

MC: That was a collaboration cafe for “PatiBato!”, wasn’t it? 

Ushio: ... 

MC: I can see why Reito-kun would be popular~.  

He looks kind, and he’s certainly got the good looks.  

Ushio: ... 

MC: You like the character named Ouji-kun as well, don’t you, Ushio-kun? 

The pudding milkshake inspired by him was also delicious—! 

Ushio: ...Hey.  

MC: Hm? 

Ushio: T-That coaster from earlier, I wouldn’t mind receiving it from you.6  

MC: Eh... 

Ushio: No, that’s not it...What I mean is...uh... 

MC: Oh, that’s right! Sorry, here you go! 

Ushio: ...Huh. 

MC: You wanted Reito-kun's coaster, right? 

Ushio: ......puya7...y....yeah..... 

MC: (Thank goodness. He seems happy.)  

Ushio: ...W-Well, you did accompany me in getting those drinks and all. I wouldn't mind taking your request the next time I bake something. 

MC: Eh, are you sure? Hehe, I’m looking forward to Ushio-kun's homemade sweets~!   

Ushio: You’d better look forward to it.  

MC: Yup! 

Ushio: (What a weirdo...But, well, I was able to get Reito’s coaster...) 

...Heh. 

TL Notes:  

1. One's favourite (member of an idol group, character in an anime, player in a team, etc.) –Jisho 

2. 「こうなったら泣きのもう一発を…！」I wasn’t sure how to translate this but I believe it comes from「泣きの一回」, which apparently is a term used in sports when you’ve lost against an opponent and would like to request another match for a chance at victory. The 一発 that Ushio says instead comes from 一発勝負, which changes the phrase to mean “to bet everything on one final contest/bout for a complete reversal of the situation”.  

3. The urge to just leave this word as “omotenashi” is as great as the urge to leave “Chief” as “Shunin”. 

4. Likely short for “Pâtissier Battle”.  

5. The Sengoku period, also known as Sengoku Jidai (lit. ‘Warring States period’) is the period in Japanese history in which civil wars and social upheavals took place almost continuously in the 15th and 16th centuries. –Wikipedia  

6. He makes it sound like he’s doing us a favour by accepting the coaster from us lol.  

7. Ushio has a speech tick where he acquires a lisp (?) of sorts when he’s surprised. I think his “puya” here is just him expressing he’s happy, and I’m going to leave it as is, as it’s very cute. 

[eggnogo]

no matter what good you tell me could come from ai image generation, I do not care anymore

it's not worth plagiarizing thousands of artists to enable shitheads on the internet to belittle them, companies to work around paying them and scam websites to make 50 times more google slop ads to cover your timeline with to scam someone gullible enough to believe it was made by someone who gives a shit about their problems

I don't care what good you think it'll bring to disabled people or people less visually inclined, I don't care what inspiration you think you can get from it

go outside, study the art of others, inspiration is everywhere if you actually look for it

find a different form of art that fits you better; if you're one of the people who finds it difficult to imagine things visually, try writing, try music, express yourself in some way that doesn't come at the cost of people just like you

yea art sucks to get into, it takes a lot of work and dedication to get to where every artist you look at is, but that's part of the fun. getting to a point where you've refined your skills enough to actually put your ideas to canvas how you imagined it is like no other, and something you will never get from a generator slapping together approximations of what you want

for the love of god just do something other than fuel the machine and continue giving it credit it doesn't deserve