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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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Can we get a Drug dealer!Ony smut with a introverted, social anxiety, nail tech reader? Cause babbyyyy your Ony smut got me in my feels 😩

somethings wrong wit my brain rn idk why, but here bae💋❤️❤️

“you did good mama m’prouda you” ony groaned as he looked down at where the two of you were connected between your legs. his hands laying flat next to your head as he stroked you with every inch of his dick. “t-thank you” your whiny voice made a smirk appear on his face, his inked hand sneaking to your throat before squeezing it as he spoke. “thank you what?” his hips moved a little quicker, forcing more pretty sounds from you as your back arched off the couch. “tha-…thank you daddy” you were laid flat on the little couch in the salon he gifted you, ony’s hand pushing lightly on your stomach and his other was wrapped tightly around your throat as he fed you beautifully deep strokes. “good girl mama. always call daddy when you start feeling overwhelmed ‘kay” you quickly nodded your head, giving him a drawn out “mhmm” as you felt your arousal begin to drip from you onto the cushion.

every time you were having a rough day and your anxiety was getting the best of you, you were instructed to always call your boyfriend. ony didn’t care if he was in the middle of a drop, if you needed him he was going to drop everything and get to you. you always decided against taking him up on his offer, never wanting to seem like a bother, but you had no choice today. you were finishing up on a clients full set when you seen her friend, who was supposed to waiting outside, come in and start commenting on her friends nails. “damn girl you taking hella long” she mumbled taking your clients hand as you worked in the other one.

on your website it clearly states that only the person who set the appointment is allowed to be inside, with the exception of kids and people with disabilities. this girl clearly didn’t read it because instead of shooing her friend away, she proceeded to have a full blown conversation with her in front if you, making you extremely uncomfortable. the mumbling back and forth between the two women had your heart beating rapidly. feelings of unease and distress began to creep up on you and before you knew it, your hands had a slight shake to them. “s’cuse me” you mumbled before heading straight for the quiet room ony set up for you when you needed some time to cool down or when you are waiting on a client to arrive.

as soon as you closed the door, you locked it and made your way to the comfy couch by the wall to calm yourself down. like the day couldn’t get any worse, you heard a slight knock on the door. “uhh we kinda got somewhere t’be so can you hurry up so i can pay you” the girl said. her slightly irritated voice followed by the mumbles and giggles to her friend behind the door made you do something you had no intention of doing until now.

“wassup baby, you aight?” ony mumbled, the sound of a distant “good looks” from a man in the background as well as the clanking of his gear shift beginning to move telling you everything you needed to know, he was working. you took a shaky breath, trying to gather yourself before telling him what was going on. ony didn’t need to hear anything else, the sound of your breathing telling him everything he needed to know as he turned his car around and headed towards your location. “m’commin mama” was all he said before putting phone on speaker and placing it in his cup holder. he stayed on the phone with you the whole ride, letting his presence soothe you.

before you knew it he was there. “what can i help you wit?” he asked the girls, nodding as they told him what they needed. you were finished with the girls set and all you needed were a couple pictures for your website, but that was at the back of you and ony’s mind. he quickly rang her up her before kindly leading them out and locking the door. he changed the sign from open to closed. “s’jus me now mama” he mumbled, before listening to you get up and unlock the door. the sight of your watery eyes made his heart break as he lightly pulled your head into his chest. your arms wrapped around him immediately as he let his other hand rub all over your back. “i gotchu baby”

the sound of his heartbeat made yours instinctively slow to match his. your shaky breaths being replaced with one’s full of relaxation as you lifted your head to get a look at your man. ony gave you a smirk, making you instantly roll your eyes before letting him go and walk towards the couch to sit back down. “don��t act all hard now, you know you want me here” he walked towards you, sitting down on the couch with his legs spread. “come sit, you still a little tense and i got just the thing to loosen you up” a devilish smirk graced ony’s features as he lightly patted his thigh.

before long you were laid on your back, taking stroke after deep stroke from the man of your dreams. his hips rocking into your thighs as he worked his hands all around your body. “how it feel mama, you loose yet?” he groaned, the far away look in your eyes telling him everything he needed to know as you mindlessly nodded along to his words. ony chuckled as he brought his thumb to your clit. “this gon bring you back” he said, and it did. a loud moan flew from your lips as you felt the extra stimulation on your clit, his thumb continuing to rub in circles as he let spit fall from his mouth to your pussy. the liquid rolling down from where his thumb was all the way down to where you were joined together. the sight of the action made your pussy flutter as you cried out for him. “papaaaa i f-feel better….s’too muchhh” you whined, your much smaller hands pushing and pulling at his tattooed arm as ony kept on torturing your clit. “i know mama, but daddy had a rough day too. i helped you s’now it’s your turn t’help me”

safe to assume you had to reschedule the rest of your appointments for the day.

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f1luvr · 1 year

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Father's Day | CL

pairing: insta!au/charles leclerc!dad x reader

warnings: poorly translated french (please feel free to correct any mistakes) , charles being the best father ever, pure fluff!!

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yourusername happy father's day, thank you for being the best papa ever. Je t'aime tellement. ❤️

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charlesleclerc Ahh, mon bébé, papa t'aime beaucoup je suis tellement reconnaissant et chanceux d'être ton père.❤️

Ahh, my baby, daddy loves you very much I am so greatful and lucky to be your father

arthur_leclerc When is national uncle's day? I want a post like this from my favourite niece.

charlesleclerc No. arthur_leclerc Yes?

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charlesleclerc Ma première fête des pères. Elodie Leclerc je t'aime de tout mon cœour. ❤️

My first father's day. Elodie Leclerc I love you with all of my heart

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yourusername my babies! 🥹 liked by charles leclerc

pierregasly My favourite dilf

landonorris WRONG he's actually MY favourite dilf so back off. carlossainz55 Uhh no guys he is actually mine? charlesleclerc I am my own favourite dilf.

f1 Happy father's day Charles!

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notes: This is very short and sweet but please let me know if you would like to see more of dad charles!! ❤️

My requests are open for all drivers!! x

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monsterfuker3000 · 7 months

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Call Me ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡☏♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Jesus God, this took an embarrassingly long time. Not sure it’s my best work, most of this was written while I was stoned out of my mind, and when that happens I think with my pussy and not my brain, but I can guarantee this shit filthy. It’s not edited because I’m high again.

Warnings: NSFW, DUBCON, Ghostface!Dazai, fem!reader, p in v, intercourse, unprotected sex, (don’t do that,) creampie (don’t do that either,) uhh sub!reader, dom!dazai, there’s uhhh there’s knives, blood, brief mention of a cut, fake kidnapping, drugging(?) established relationship and use of traffic light system but when I say dubcon I mean dubcon. Look me in my eyeballs. Dubcon. Uhhh restraints? Idk it’s just a little bit depraved so don’t read it if you don’t want depraved. There’s aftercare though bc I’m allergic to not ending my fics on a soft note. Characterization in this is questionable at best. I love you mwah.

To @texas-bitch-yee @genshinsbiggestsimp @cupidszvlvr @dxzxii @vqmpwclf sorry this took so long 👉🏻👈🏻

WC: 4k words of Osamu Dazai lecherously taking you and you being lecherously taken ❤️

Leaves crunched under your feet as you ran, the cool fall air burning in your lungs. The ankle you’d twisted a few minutes previous was screaming at you, but only one thing was going through your mind.

Do.

Not.

Stop.

You knew he wasn’t far behind you, he never had been. Deep down, through all your attempts to lose the man you knew was trailing you, you knew damn well he was never more than a few minutes away. If you stopped now, he’d catch you for sure, and he had every intention of using that knife you’d seen glinting in his hand when he dumped you on the ground in this forest in the middle of nowhere and told you to run for your life.

You stumbled down a small hill, nearly losing your footing but staying upright by some miracle. You paused for just a moment to steady yourself, your heart rate spiking when you heard a branch snap in the distance. Whether it was the man you’d received a phone call from earlier in the night or some woodland creature, you weren’t sticking around to find out, and you took off again.

You’d been at home just an hour previous, curled up on the sofa of your living room as you waited for Dazai to come home. Your phone rang next to you; expecting your boyfriend, you answered without checking the caller ID, not seeing that it read ‘UNKNOWN CALLER’ at the top of the screen.

“Hello?” You chirped, expecting the gentle voice of your boyfriend Osamu on the other end.

“Do you want to play a game?” came the reply, the voice gravelly and unfamiliar. You frowned and checked the caller ID, just now seeing it wasn’t anyone in your contacts. Your blood ran cold for just a moment before you realized exactly what was going on, and you laughed.

“Osamu,” you giggled, “that’s the wrong movie, silly!” The person on the end seemed to falter for just a moment before gathering themselves and resuming conversation.

“Well, if you know so much about movies, belladonna, then tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Scream,” you replied simply. “And, Osamu, you’re giving yourself away calling me belladonna like that,” you laughed. He grumbled something inaudible on the other end before you hung up, knowing this was all part of the game.

This had all been in the works for a couple of weeks now, beginning the night you’d popped the original Scream into the DVD player on a movie night with Osamu. He’d had his arm around you, so it wasn’t difficult for him to feel the way you tensed up a bit when the killer came on screen, nor was it hard for him to see the way your cheeks would turn pink when you heard his voice. An idea began forming in Dazai’s head, something dangerous that he knew both of you would like. He leaned in towards you, lips nearly brushing your ear as he whispered softly.

“My, my, belladonna, you seem to like what you see, hm?” he teased. Your cheeks reddened even more as you shrank in on yourself, declining to answer the question. “Well,” he continued, “what if I did something like that to you?”

You froze, then turned around to look at him, your eyes wide and unbelieving.

“Really?” you cautioned. He nodded, that signature smirk on his face telling you he was thinking devious thoughts.

“Really, sweet girl. Take you out to the woods where we can be all alone, let you go and hunt you down.” You shivered at his words, panties slicking up just at the thought. The two of you paused the movie and discussed in detail what expectations and boundaries you would have for each other, which is how you knew exactly what was happening when you received that call.

After you hung up the phone, it only took about five seconds for the phone to start ringing again, UNKNOWN CALLER scrolling across the screen a second time. You answered with a smile on your face, ready to mouth off again, but the voice on the other end beat you to it.

“You hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish!”

You froze once again, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You knew this was a line ripped directly from the movie, but the way it was said sent shivers down your spine. The voice on the other end was rough, sharp, nothing like the Osamu you knew. For the first time tonight, you felt a stab of cold, genuine fear. The voice continued.

“Now, belladonna, I’m somewhere in your house. Do you want to guess where?” he urged. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to gauge whether Dazai could hide behind anything in front of you. But you’d hear him, right? That meant he had to be somewhere else in the house, somewhere he could call you from and you wouldn’t hear him.

“Tick-tock, sweet girl,” the voice on the phone purred. “I’ll give you just one guess. If you get it right, I’ll let you go. If you get it wrong, however,” he laughed darkly, “well, belladonna, you should start running.”

Your heart rate quickened, your palms slicking with sweat. Where the hell could he be?

“You have until the count of three, sweet girl.”

The kitchen? No, too open.

“One.”

The bathroom? No, you’d just been in there a few minutes previous and it was empty.

“Two.”

The dining room? No, you’d hear him from there. Ah! You knew where he must be.

“Three.”

“The bedroom!” you cried, just as the final number left his mouth. Then, silence.

“Tsk-tsk, oh, belladonna,” he sighed. “I thought you’d be better at this. How disappointing.”

Your hands shook, your blood like ice in your veins. You knew you had to run, but where? You guessed wrong, you had no clue where he was. You were going to have to take your chances.

You dropped your phone and started running toward the front door, immediately regretting not holding on to it, but knowing that it wouldn’t help you anyway. Focused more on getting out than staying undetected, you ran clumsily out of the living room into the hallway leading to your front door, your socked feet slipping on the hardwood. The front door was only twenty feet away. Fifteen. Ten. Five. You reached the doorknob, fighting with your other hand to unlock the deadbolt. Then, out of the corner of your eye, a flash of black and white, a rag thrown over your nose and mouth, wet with a faintly sweet smelling substance, and then darkness.

You awoke on the ground in a dark, unfamiliar clearing surrounded by thick forest, your hands taped behind your back. The only light afforded to you was from the full moon and the headlights of the dark SUV you assume you arrived in.

A man stood in front of you, slender and tall, dressed all in black and holding a large hunting knife at his side that glinted in the moonlight. His face was concealed by the traditional Ghostface Halloween mask. How original. How perfect.

You noticed that he’d been kind enough to change you out of your pajamas and into thick pants and heavy boots. A genuinely kind gesture, one that reminded you that you could truly trust the man in front of you. You held on to this feeling, knowing this would be the only mercy afforded to you tonight.

The man knelt in front of you, lifting the corner of his mask to reveal that he was, in fact, the one and only Dazai Osamu. His expression was soft, almost concerned.

“Hey, give me a color, angel,” he urged.

You took a deep breath. “Green,” you answered. Dazai’s mouth curled into a smile, one that once again sent shivers down your spine, and he winked at you. He readjusted the mask, completely covering his face again, and stood.

“Little bunny,” he purred. “Whatever are you doing in the woods all alone, hm? He knelt once again as he lifted his knife to press the blade to your face, softly enough that it didn’t break skin, but hard enough so that you could feel just how sharp it really was.

“Do you know what happens to little bunnies all alone in the woods, sweet girl?” You shook your head, not trusting your voice. “Sometimes they encounter wolves.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, it twisted your stomach but shot straight to your core all the same. He used his other hand to pop the button and lower the zipper on your pants, sliding his hand into your panties to press two fingers to your pussy, gathering the slick there. He sighed deeply, shuddering at the feeling of just how wet this was all making you.

“Oh, little bunny, you look so scared but you feel so wet,” he moaned, withdrawing his fingers to slide them into your own mouth. You took the hint and began to lick them clean, moaning at the taste of your own slick. He was kind enough to button your pants back up before flipping you over onto your stomach, caging you in with his arms. He cut through the tape binding your hands, just barely nicking your arm in the process making you gasp. He bent down to whisper in your ear again.

“It’s time to run, little bunny.”

He lifted himself off of you enough for you to scramble out from under him onto your feet, elbowing him in the process. He held his side, hissing in pain. “That hurt, bunny. I’m going to give you a thirty second head start. You better run for your life,” he growled. You weren’t sticking around to find out how serious he was, so you turned tail and ran into the darkness.

Which is what landed you here, stumbling through the forest on a twisted ankle, covered in scrapes and cuts from running through branches you didn’t see until it was much too late.

You stumbled into another clearing, your heart racing. You let yourself feel a bit of relief before you noticed the SUV in the clearing with you. The same SUV you arrived in, and the same clearing you’ve been running from. Dazai had herded you in a circle.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, knowing he couldn’t be far behind you. You scanned the tree line all around you, finally spotting the glint of metal to your right. You gasped, finding yourself unable to scream, and whipped around in the other direction, trying to get away as fast as you could, but the heavy footfalls behind you came closer all the same.

Two arms shot out from behind you, one on each side to wrap around your body. He broke your fall a bit, but wrestled you to the ground all the same, pinning you flat on your back with his arms once again caging you in and a strong thigh pressing between your own.

You finally found your voice, screaming in fear as you tried to worm your way out from under him. You worked an arm free and swung it at him in an attempt to get him off of you, but you only succeeded in knocking off his mask. The face underneath was almost as scary as the mask itself, Dazai’s eyes sharp and his cruel smile much too wide.

He pulled a short length of rope from his pocket, recapturing your arm and tying your wrists together in front of you. You opened your mouth to scream once again but he clapped a large, gloved hand over your mouth before you could even make a sound.

“Little bunny,” he taunted. “Looks like I caught you, hm?” He brought his other hand to his belt where he’d tucked his knife, pulling it free and raising it to your face. He pressed it to your cheek, making a shallow cut there, barely enough to break the skin, sighing at the tiny trickle of blood gathering there before removing the knife as you whimpered beneath his hand.

“I’ll do that again if you don’t keep quiet, bunny,” he warned. “I’m gonna take my hand off of your mouth. Are you going to scream, or can you keep quiet?” He took your fervent nodding to mean that you agreed to keep quiet, and he removed his hand.

Instead of saying anything, you immediately spat in his face, causing him to rear back on his knees for just a moment to wipe it away.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves, bunny,” he said, flicking the wetness away from his hand. “I think it’s time you learn a lesson.”

He moved again, quick as lightning, to use his knife to cut a sizable slit out of your pants, waistband to crotch, before ripping them in half the rest of the way to hang loosely below your knees. He ripped your panties off of your body in one clean motion, and you flinched when the cool night air met your soaked pussy.

You thought he might cut you again, whining in confusion when he flipped the knife into the air, catching it by the blade. That confusion ended quickly when you felt him press the blunt handle to your pussy. You struggled uselessly against your bindings, but between the rope around your hands and the man never letting go of one of your legs, you weren’t getting away.

“Ah-ah, bunny,” Dazai teased. “Spitting on me wasn’t very nice, you know. I think you know that you deserve to be punished.” His voice was low in his throat, jarring compared to the usual gentle whispers he afforded you when he fucked you.

You shook your head, hard enough to make yourself dizzy. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise I’ll behave- fuck!” Your pleading was cut off when Dazai pushed the knife handle into you in one clean thrust.

You cried out at the intrusion, fighting it instinctively even though it hurt in such a delicious way. Tears collected on your lashes as you tried to keep from showing him you actually liked this, but unfortunately Dazai knew your every tiny expression like the back of his hand.

“Oh, belladonna, you like it when I fuck you with my knife, don’t you?” He purred. You shook your head again with a whine, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “Yes, I think you do, pretty. Come on, tell me you like the filthy things I’m doing to you. Tell me you love it.”

You cried out again, tears finally spilling from your eyes as you admitted, “love it, love it, love it,” chanting it like a mantra with every thrust of the handle.

He bent down towards you again to whisper against your ear. “I know, belladonna, I can hear how much you love it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. Whether he meant your cries or the filthy, wet sounds he was drawing from your pussy, you didn’t know.

His words pushed you over the edge of a cliff you weren’t even fully aware you were standing on as you came on the handle, slicking it up along with your thighs and Dazai’s hand.

“Oh, what a good little bunny,” he praised, an edge of malice in his words. “Such a good girl, cumming on my knife like the dirty little thing you are,” he continued, pulling the handle out of you and admiring the way it now glistened with your slick in the moonlight. He stabbed it into the ground next to your head, confident he’d made you pliable enough to not struggle as he flipped you over onto your stomach, prone with your legs together between his own. You tried to push yourself up on your forearms, but a large hand square in the middle of your back kept you from even getting your hands under you with any efficiency.

“What are you-“ your question was cut off when he slid that same hand up to the back of your head, quick as anything to press your face into the mossy forest floor, muffling any protests.

“Shh, no talking, bunny,” he soothed. You whined, the sound still muffled by moss. He laughed, the motion driving his hips lightly into your ass where you felt his cock straining against his pants, and you were so tightly wound that such a small action made your hips buck just a fraction of an inch.

Dazai noticed your reaction, of course, driving his clothed hips into yours much harder this time, taking his hand off the back of your head and allowing you to cry out.

“Fuck, please!” you cried, not sure what you were even begging for, pushing your upper body up onto your still bound forearms, high enough to twist your head around and allow Dazai to see the tears still rolling down your face. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight, and he rolled his hips into yours again.

You whined again and his patience began to wear thin; you heard the clank of a belt and the rustling of fabric behind you and you jumped, squirming uselessly beneath him until you felt the head of his cock brushing against your ass and you froze again.

“Wait, wait!” you cried, hands scrabbling on the ground beneath you. He chuckled deep in his throat and used his legs to push yours even closer together, tipping your hips up to line his cock up to your entrance. He pushed it between your thighs, gathering the slick dripping down your legs before pushing it into your waiting pussy with a sigh, ignoring your pleas all the while.

He worked himself in, inch by torturous inch, the gentle way he reached up to pet your hair contrasting with the harsh way he drove his hips into you as you cried.

Halfway in, your eyes flew open, the stretch becoming too much.

“Wait! Not gonna fit, ‘s too big!” you slurred, fighting a bit harder to get away, still to no avail. “Too tight like this,” you whined. Dazai tangled his fingers into your hair, yanking you back so he could speak directly into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck.

“Little bunny, you think it isn’t going to fit? You always take my cock so well, and now that this pretty little pussy is drooling down your legs, you think I can’t fit it in? You’ve never been this wet before, belladonna,” he murmured. “I’ll fucking make it fit.”

He snapped his hips into yours doubly hard now, sheathing himself completely with just a handful more thrusts that pulled a genuine wail from your throat, your mind screaming at you that the cock drilling into you was tearing you in half.

His pace was breakneck, his hips colliding with yours so hard they were driving you inch by inch across the forest floor, matting your tangled hair with leaves. You shifted your hips a bit, keeping him from hitting quite so deep. He didn’t take kindly to this, letting out a growl and letting go of your hair to reach out and yank the knife out of the ground next to you, holding it up to your neck and nicking the skin there, whether by accident or on purpose you weren’t sure. You whined as you felt a thin trickle of blood run down your throat.

“Keep those fucking hips where I put them,” Dazai growled. You whined at him to please, fuck, just slow down! and he finally relented, dropping the knife and switching instead to rolling his hips against yours, driving the tip of his cock directly into your g-spot and pressing his balls to your clit with each thrust.

The sharp pain slowly began to give way to pleasure as your cries gave way to moans, each sensation so overwhelming it caused your legs to shake. Dazai took hold of your hair once again, this time much gentler, the action causing a stir in your belly and already bringing you close to cumming.

“Fuck yes, little bunny. You like this, don’t you?” he teased. “You like it when I fuck you nasty,” he continued, punctuating his sentence with a particularly slow roll of his hips that drew a high-pitched cry from you, tears still rolling down your face. “You gonna cum, sweet girl?” he urged. “You gonna cum from me taking you from behind, on the ground like a fucking animal?” he urged.

Your eyes rolled back, your breath catching in your throat as your hips stuttered beneath him; Dazai knew you were close, you just needed one more little push.

“You want me to fill you up, bunny? Fuck yeah, I felt you squeeze me just now, of course you do. ‘M gonna fill that soaked little cunt up so full of my cum, leave it to leak out of you since you’re such a filthy girl.”

His final sentence and a well-timed thrust pushed you over the edge and you came hard, whole body shaking as you gushed around him. You soaked his legs as well as your own, the rest of your cum pattering on the leaves below you as you cried out his name.

He fucked you through your orgasm, the relentless clenching of your pussy bringing him closer to his own. Your arms finally gave out on you, your head dropping to the ground softly, but Dazai was kind enough to turn it to the side for you so that you could breathe.

“‘M close, belladonna,” he whispered.

“Osamu,” you whined, quickly becoming overstimulated, “I’m tired.”

“Shh, sweet girl, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you,” he soothed, placing an almost shockingly sweet kiss on your cheek, a sharp contrast from the way he’d just been treating you. His hips began to stutter, sloppy and almost clumsy, before you felt him shake above you, spilling his load into you as deep as he could get it.

Dazai shuddered as he came, his arms very nearly giving out, but he wasn’t through yet. He pulled out suddenly, the sudden friction on your already sore pussy making you’ll help. He clumsily pulled his phone out of his back pocket, readjusting to take a photo of his cum already spilling from your pussy, then another, a selfie with his fist tangled in your hair, yanking your head up next to his as he smiled at your completely fucked-out expression. Satisfied, he rolled away from you before he collapsed to avoid crushing you. Flipping onto his back, he pulled his jeans back up where they belonged before gathering you in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wiping away at your tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Such a good girl for me, honey,” he whispered, squeezing you tight. “Anything hurt?”

“A-ankle. . .” you whimpered, deciding the twisted appendage was your most immediate problem after your completely abused pussy.

He clicked his tongue teasingly, assuring you he had an ice pack in the car, along with a blanket. He stood, gathering you up in his arms before starting toward the car. The passenger door had been left open, so he placed you onto the seat, wrapping you in a blanket before wetting a rag from a water bottle, wiping away at the blood on your face and neck as you began to drift off.

“‘Samu?” you asked

“Yes, belladonna?”

“I love you,” you slurred. He laughed softly.

“I love you too.”

WEEEEEHOOOOO do u feel it? Cumming in the air tonight?

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starrynights-sunnyskies · 7 days

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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!reader, social media au, (5/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: coming

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yourusername: feliz día de san valentín 💌 Liked by alexiaputellas, albaps9, bff3 and 3,927 others

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ingridengen Congrats, sweet girl! 😘

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marialeonn16 Bambiiii, yes! 😭

salmaparalluelo Have the sweetest day!

bff3 At last 😉❤️

mikkykiemeney cuteee 🎀

marisabel_rguez Lucky girl! ↳ yourusername me or her? ↳ marisabel_rguez Uhh, trick question? liked by yourusername and 15 others

bff1 about timeeeee. i'm so happy for you 💃🤗

username1 the bracelet???? ↳ username2 THE M!! ↳ username3 the m! 😱 ↳ username1 who else do we know she hangs out with that starts with M that doesn't rhyme with visa? ↳ username4 mapi 🤣 ↳ username2 let's not pretend we don't know who it is lol

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alexiaputellas Hey hermanita, I know you were hesitant to tell us about your love life a little while ago, not wanting to jinx things and taking that time together to explore things in private before making things official.... but we will always love you no matter what and we want to love who's made you this happy too. So whenever you're ready, okay? Follow your gut and heart. I'd love to meet your special someone and learn everything about how she makes you happy, how you met, what she's like. I promise to be nice! 😉 Te quiero mucho, ardilla. Delivered

albaps9 yn i'm not going to lie, i'm hurt you've kept me out of the loop after i helped you get through it all. especially when i had to find out myself through instagram posts?? i always like to believe that you know you can come to me for your lows and your highs, so it hurts when you don't. i know you deal with these kind of things differently, especially after all that's happened, so i'll get over it and push my pride aside. but we'll still talk about this, kay? i just hope that you can let us in on your happiness once you're ready. and please don't forget that you deserve this and everything else you haven't even thought of. albaps9 btw, i'll keep my mouth shut for now like you asked, but i don't like keeping things from alexia and mama so it's best they hear it from you instead of connecting the dots as well. i won't lie to them if they ask me directly. i know you're hesitant to start anything new or to tell us so that we won't worry again. i get that you want to keep it private until you're sure it's serious, but we're here for you either way. no judgements, no standards. we just want to see you at your happiest and be there to see you like that. okay? vale. also, i love you, you fucking turd. Delivered

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leilaouahabi Boooo, wrong equipo! ↳ yourusername you don't even play for barça anymore 🤣 ↳ leilaouahabi Once a culer, always a culer!!! Which you SHOULD KNOW! ↳ yourusername 😛 Seen

albaps9 lol alexia is sooo gonna interrogate you over this. good luck. i've kept my mouth so far but you're making it veeeery hard on yourself, little one. Seen

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janafernandez3 Not cool 😣 ↳ yourusername sorry, lovely ): Delivered

alexiaputellas Que pasa??????? Yn...? 😟 alexiaputellas Oi, don't leave me on seen on this one!! Seen

marisabel_rguez You liked the match? ↳ yourusername sorry, what? was too busy ogling the goalie the entire match. still thinking about her, frankly. ↳ marisabel_rguez That's all I needed to hear. ↳ marisabel_rguez What about her are you thinking of exactly? ↳ yourusername well, what time she'll come back to the hotel, for example? ↳ marisabel_rguez Few hours or so, she just told me. Don't miss her too much in the meantime. ↳ yourusername welp... that's going to be hard! i need her here ): ↳ marisabel_rguez Keep the bed warm for her then. Think you can do that? ↳ yourusername on it. but tell her to not make me wait too long. ↳ marisabel_rguez Or? ↳ yourusername the door will be locked and i'll have a mighty entertaining evening all by myself... ↳ marisabel_rguez Y/n... 😫 ↳ yourusername 😊 Seen

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yourusername: found her. my missing piece 🧩 Liked by marisabel_rguez, marialeonn16, leahwilliamsonn and 4,287 others

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albaps9 okay i see you, that’s why your door was locked from the inside ↳ bff1 be happy that it was 😬😂 ↳ yourusername um hello? can't a couple take a sweet bath together? ↳ bff1 um hi? sweet bath... my ass! ↳ albaps9 um HELLO? i'm still here?! 🤮

bff1 cheeseball ↳ yourusername only saying it how it is 🤷‍♀️

username1 still no tag?? 😫 ↳ username2 omfg leave them be ↳ username3 No need when the answers pretty clear ↳ username4 brb zooming in on that tatted hand 🕵️‍♀️

alexiaputellas Yn, everyone can see this ↳ jennihermoso You're just pressed that YOU saw it. And this was so tame. ↳ alexiaputellas Still my little sister. ↳ jennihermoso Part two: you're just pressed you don't know who she's snogging. ↳ alexiaputellas Can I dislike a comment on here, too?

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albaps9 did you forget mama follows you too? she did NOT get the goalie joke and took it very literal albaps9 apparently this one landed so wrong for ale too, she immediately called mami to call you 🤣 albaps9 ynn mami’s just asked me about it again. told her to text you, have fun with that. i love you but i'm not fixing your mess 🙃👋😘 Seen

alexiaputellas Y/n disculpe, but you posted it on your public story. And even if you'd posted it to your closed friends... I'm on there as well. Can I at least meet who you're seeing before I know, well... you know. Delivered

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○○○○○○○ mama 🌷(ICE) Why don't you pick up, laelia? mama 🌷(ICE) Mi hija... let me tell you something. mama 🌷(ICE) In relationships, some things are meant to be kept between the couple. To keep it special and protected. mama 🌷(ICE) If your story talks about what I think it does, you omg no mami, let's not, por FAVOR. i deleted it already!! mama 🌷(ICE) Vale, but seems I needed to say it to you, didn't I? You put yourself in this predicament. I see what you post too, linda. mama 🌷(ICE) Now, don't be embarrassed. When two people really love each other, that's just how things go. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to show that side to one another. you please don't, i will ignore you. mama 🌷(ICE) Y/n, there's no need to feel weird. You can talk to me about everything. About sex too. I'm your mother, I'm supposed to help you navigate these things in life. It's important to feel comfortable during intercourse with yourself and your partner and to both enjoy it. It's not good to learn everything from the internet nowadays and I would never want you feeling insecure or worried about something when you can just talk to me about it. Nothing is too crazy, vale? you ○○○ mama 🌷(ICE) But it so happens that your sister is well-known and that means that some of her audience finds your internet pages too. I'm sure you didn't mean it in a bad way, but think of it next time, okay, querida? mama 🌷(ICE) And I just want to add, a healthy sex life is important, so it's good that you have that and can talk about what you like or don't like with each other. But I'd prefer not finding out you do from the internet. Or before having met your girlfriend. This goes for Alexia, too. She didn't like it. I want my first impression of your girlfriend to be a little different than knowing what she's good at, so to say. I know, no judgements from me, but you're still our niña pequiña, laelia. you ○○○ you ○○○ Read

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you you free right now? albaquerque 🌼 nope. still at work. why? you ack, you butt, you're texting me rn aren't you? albaquerque 🌼 bc when my tiny munchkin of a sis needs me, i'm here. it wounds me that you still don't know that </3 albaquerque 🌼 no seriously why? you buy a shovel after work and please, PUH-lease, help and bury me alive. albaquerque 🌼 jajajajaja mami?? you si, i want the ground to swallow me whole albaquerque 🌼 well i don't have time to come and help you, but maybe your gf will help you dig it with her bare, good-working, skilled and strong hands? or are you going to say she's even better with her tongue now? 😂😂😂😂 you vete a la mierda albaquerque 🌼 now for the love of god, go and tell ale before it's too late. she knows it's a goalie now, it's only a matter of time, yn. after that i'll help you shovel both your graves. seeing as misa will likely need one too. it'll be sooo romantic being next to each other even in death 😍 Seen

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username1: Well, the match just ended and... that was intense? Wanna guess what they were talking about before the ref sent them apart? I also want to know what Alexia quickly yapped to Misa after the goal because whatever it was, it wrecked her up for the rest of the match 😬 1...2...3.. go! Liked by 120 people

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username1 rip misa ouch, she looked so hurt ):

username2 ✨welcome to the family✨

username3 Yeah that didn't look too friendly but still personal 😬

username4 i just knew alexia was waiting all evening to wipe the smug smile off misa’s face the second they all shook hands before the kickoff lol

username5 First run-in with the in-laws already 😆😆

username6 misa’s strong for still staying with yn after this, i would’ve ran and cried, tail between my legs if alexia had done this like yes ma'am, okay ma'am, sorry ma'am.

username7 this was prob just the initiation to the putellas fam 🤝

username8 “Yn babe? Do you think your sister likes me?” :

username9 Awwwkwarddd...

username10 not yn making it worse by going to misa first after the match 🤣🤣🤣

username11 alexia the entire time: 🤨😐 ↳ username5 fr if looks could kill 🥴 ↳ username10 yn would be girlfriend-less

username12 yn come get your woman

username13 Bark bark.

username14 MISA! BAD! ↳ username10 exactly, misa’s down bad 🤪

username15 Would've killed to be a fly on the wall in that locker room and hear the goss

username16 well, looks like they were having a great time 😳

username17 not the camera panning to yn momentarily ↳ username18 the camera operator is one of us 😭👏

username19 knowing misa, no appropriate words came out of that mouth tho 🤣🥵

username20 claws out 🥊

username21 "You fuck my little sister? I'll fuck up your saving ratio! ☺️"

username20 okay no, if my gf fought in my honour and looked this good while doing it, i’d swoon ↳ username18 she didn’t save it tho 🫠 ↳ username20 it is the thought that counts!!!

username22 Wait, what happened between them? I thought they were such good friends? They used to have all these sweet moments together. That entire pk situation seemed so hostile... ↳ username15 Misa's allegedly dating Alexia's youngest sister. But no idea why they seemed so sour.

username23 everyone always talks about enemies to friends, but what about friends to enemies🤣

username24 Who cares?? Forca Barcaaaa!

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you proud of you 🖤

m 💌 Shit game, but I could hear you cheer me on multiple times. Gracias, querida.

you yeah? you did?

m 💌 Yes 😘 It probably wasn't easy for you to cheer on both teams, but thank you for having my back.

you ofc, my love. always.

you i'll always be your favourite cheerleading wag 🤩

m 💌 My only one! And you look really good doing it.

you too bad you didn’t save that pk tho, bc i would’ve screamed your name

m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 We still have tonight, no?

you ○○○ you ○○○ you ○○○ you ○○○ you no. you not before you apologise to alexia. you i know you said some things to get her that irked

m 💌 I’m just mad she’s mad. You're finally happy and now she's not. We told her and the first thing she did was walk away and ignore us for two weeks. That hurt. I tried to mend things during camp, but she was cold the entire time. She's making me feel like I'm not good enough for you. I know I shouldn't let my insecurities talk, but I also didn't like how her reaction to us made you go back to your ways of internalising and such. I don't like seeing you like that. And maybe she wouldn't have reacted this way if you were dating someone she didn't know, and then she wouldn't have had this reaction towards you either.

m 💌 And I've been feeling this mad since that very first moment, so I guess it just came out. I feel even worse now, because I never wanted to put you in this situation or make things with her even worse.

m 💌 Dios mio, and your mother was there too. I'm so sorry, Y/n.

you it's okay misa, you're a passionate person and are loud and fierce when you love. never apologise for it, because it's the very thing i love about you. i would never expect you to change your ways for anyone. i know you've been upset, and i'm sorry that it's not something i could control. but alexia has every right to feel that way, we should’ve handled it differently... told her sooner. i could see it hurt her when she realised mama and alba already knew. we've owned up to our mistake, but she needs some time to come around and forgive us, accept this is happening. she will, in time. that's just her. she's known you for a while and now i'm with you... she needs time to adjust not only seeing you as her friend, but as my girlfriend too. she feels a little awkward. i don't know what you said, but that probably didn't help her feel comfortable about the entire thing. no matter how much it worked me up seeing you that way.

m 💌 I'm not that kind of person to talk that way about women. Or about you.

you i know, amor. you but what did you say to her?

m 💌 I asked her if she was ready to take it, if she was sure, just normal talk to get her off focus, you know? It wasn't meant as anything personal, but then she returned the question, but about you. Asked me if I was sure about taking it while you were watching. I said that it would only help me do better. Then she asked me if I was sure I was good for you.

you you are, please don't ever doubt yourself. you so so so so are.

m 💌 I tried to, but it just hit me the wrong way. So then the whole tone changed but everyone was watching so we tried to keep it lowkey, but it was so hard. I asked what kind of sister would say such a thing when you're clearly happy with me. Probably got a little cocky and said you'd come to me when I saved it, not to her, especially after her recent behaviour with you. I might have implied something would happen tonight between us if I saved it, though. That you were mine now. And I hate myself because I keep hearing the way I sounded while saying it and it disgusts me and I made it worse and I would never talk or think about you like property but the way she looked at me and said those things I just really wanted to hurt her back and I knew that would do it. I fucking hate and regret it.

you easy, misa, i know, love. it's okay. i know you don't see me that way, you've never treated me as such. but it's happened, don't dwell on that. we can think of how to fix things now, okay? you but what did she whisper in your ear when she collected the ball from the goal?

m 💌 It's fine, don't you worry about it, querida.

you you don't have to protect me from it, you know? it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but i'll ask ale about it either way. i want to know what hurt you so badly, and don't even deny it. i know you. whatever she said, don't take it to heart. not going to lie, you probably hit some vulnerable spots. i'll explain later why alexia's extra aggy about it all. but we need to talk about this, the three of us. and you two need to make up too. i'll coax up to her first or things might get even worse. going to her and olga's place rn.

you listen to me, everything will be okay, babe. vale? i love you.

m 💌 Yo tambien ❤️ you you can make yourself welcome at my place. dinner's in the fridge. you oh WAIT m 💌 Patiently 😇 you DON'T eat my cannoli!!!!!!!!!!!!!! m 💌 I was kind of planning on doing exactly that tonight... with your permission, of course 😉 you fuck you i love you 😩 m 💌 I love you more.

you and about that me being yours thing, if you ever say that again, i will jump your bones.

m 💌 You better hurry up then.

m 💌 But be safe.

m 💌 You're my everything. And I really love you. Can you please never forget that?

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Hi!! I loved your Hazbin character proposal headcanons for Lucifer, Alastor and Vox! I was wondering if you could do the same for Angel dust x gn! reader and how Angel thinks about the idea of marriage and how he would propose? Thank you love!!❤️

Uhh- ABSOLUTELY I WILL- DONT GOTTA ASK ME TWICE 💛💛

The support in my last two writings was OVERWHELMING- I have a ton of stuff saved in my drafts that I’m finishing up, so more is to come. But I’ll never turn down an opportunity to write more fluffy scenarios.

They heal my soul— ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy~ I had so much fun writing this- this is my first time writing AngelDust, so bear with me!

AngelDust x GN!Reader

~Marriage proposal~

Warnings‼️: Mentions of past trauma, established relationship, mentions of harassment, working for the V’s, swearing, fluff, Gn!reader, toxic work environment, mentions of Valentino?? I think that’s it?

~Not proofread~

Angel Dust:

The thought of marriage very much unsettled AngelDust.

Sure, on the inside, Angel was a complete sap. He loved pure sentiments, mushy couple clichés, the thought of loving somebody as much as his heart and soul would allow.

It all made Angel’s heart skip.

But in his head, all of that was just fairytales. Stuff he only saw on screen. The real thing was ugly.

Messy, uncomfortable, and painful. Throughout his life and throughout hell, romance didn’t come as pure and joyous.

It came as rough, forceful, and sad. So he threw his hopes and dreams of being swept off his feet to happily ever after out the window.

Besides, it threw off his entire persona of who he was in Hell! His face was on every other build-board, showing off a lewd expression or erotic poses.

It’s who sinners knew him as. AngelDust. The porn demon who fell for Valentino’s tricks.

You were a film assistant, not exactly an actor/actress, but you did more work behind the scenes.

You helped AngelDust with makeup, scripts, costumes (that were absolutely useless in your opinion when most got torn to shreds during filming)

You were there to offer water to him, a rag when needed, overall you were pretty much a silent helping hand. An oddly comforting presence for Angel.

Whenever you would help Angel with production, he would find a sense of relief knowing he wouldn’t be rushed or harassed before working. He could sit in comfortable silence with you or rant about his long day.

You didn’t speak back a lot to Angel, only giving occasional hums of acknowledgement, or quiet directions for helping put on his makeup.

You weren’t trying to be rude or anything, you just knew that Angel needed a listening ear more than anything.

The first time Angel heard you add to his ranting was when Angel was telling a story about Valentino. One of his favorites to tell, when the moth man couldn’t count up the cash Angel had just earned for him, despite it only being three bills.

At the mention of the overlords name you mumbled a quiet, ‘blind moth bitch’ under your breath, that clearly caught Angel off guard, as he stopped his rambling immediately.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment and you fear for a moment that you crossed a boundary. That fear quickly fades when AngelDust bursts out into a fit of belly laughs and snorts.

His laughter was so contagious.

You find yourself giggling, then full on wheezing along with Angel.

You can barely finish his makeup properly that day because of the back and forth banter the two of you engaged in. Constantly in a fit of giggles or telling stories about a certain moth overlord.

Angel and you exchanged numbers after that interaction and the rest was history.

From that moment on you and Angel were texting almost everyday despite if you saw each other.

Texting turned into routine late night phone calls and occasional hang outs outside of work.

Sure, Angel would slip into his flirty persona every so often, but you had a way of bringing who he really was out.

And to Angel, it was scary, but it also felt amazing. To have somebody see him.

But Angel had walls he had built up over years and years that he had worked hard to keep stable and it would take time to tear those down.

It took time to build trust and to know you were there for no ill intent, just to be his friend and enjoy his company.

To be there for who he was and not who he had been made to be.

It was a long process getting Angel to open up to you, for you to tear down the brick walls he had surrounded himself in.

To Angel, it felt like you had done it so easily. It felt like you could see right through him!

Did Angel feel those fuzzy bubbly feelings towards you because of this? Of course he did. Was he 100 percent going to ignore them? Absolutely.

Love isn’t easy, that’s what he always knew. Yet it felt so easy to love you and that slightly terrified him.

He tried to bury his feelings for you. He cared too much about your guys’ friendship to attempt to peruse anything romantic at first.

He appreciated the friendship you guys had too much for that.

So the beginning of what you guys had together was definitely a situationship in my eyes.

Mutual pining at its best baby.

However, gossip was popular in the studio. So if one person finds out about your crush on Angel, or his crush on you, EVERYONE knows.

Once the information gets back to either one of you, depending on who got outed, you guys talk it out and decide to give a relationship a shot.

You guys aren’t really fond on telling other sinners your an item,

(Can you imagine if that information got out to Valentino?? Oh boy-)

But you most definitely aren’t ashamed to be with each other. Angel LOVES romance. He’s a sucker for it.

Cheesy love notes, bouquets of flowers, chocolates, dates, picnics, movie nights, etc.

Any mushy gushy thing on the list is all there babes.

One of Angel’s love languages is quality time. So while you guys aren’t particularly all over each other at the studio, any moment in private together you have is cherished.

Whether it’s sitting in comfortable silence cuddling with you or going out to a club together, spending time with you is important to him.

Regarding Angel’s job, you understand it’s still something he has to do. While you’re not a fan on how he’s treated, he is under a soul binding contract. There was nothing you could really do about that.

Besides, you worked for the V’s as well. It was a sticky situation.

You could only be there for him as he was there for you. Through the ups and downs that the Overlords put you two through, you guys supported each other the best you could.

Now, the thought of marriage to Angel had popped up in his head a few times. It honestly gave him the jitters.

A sort of nervous excitement. Intense anxiety that he couldn’t place in the category of positive or negative.

He knew he loved you of course. More than anything. He’d sell his soul all over again if it were for you.

But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the thought of this all being too good to be true. You were in Hell after all. Couldn’t all be cupcakes and rainbows.

Communication was important in your guys’ relationship, so Angel did bring up this topic to you once or twice.

You could always tell how much it stressed Angel out whenever he brought up the topic, assuming it made him wildly uncomfortable.

You always made sure to reassure him that no matter what, you would be his, even if you didn’t wear a pretty halo on your finger to represent that.

And each time you gave your reassurance, he would cover your face with kisses, showering you in affections for your understandings.

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When Angel told you about moving into Charlie Morningstar’s little hotel, you were a bit skeptical. But hey, anything was better than staying with the V’s 24/7.

It was a sort of escape. Of course you didn’t take the Princess’s cause too seriously, but she gave the both of you a place to crash rent free, so you played nice.

Besides, the hotel was a place you and Angel could be more open about your guys’ relationship. It opened a new world you guys didn’t have back at the studio’s in a toxic work environment.

It felt more domestic. It felt comforting. It was more private and intimate for you guys. It felt like the two of you were taking your relationship to the next level.

But moving was a hassle.

Having to haul all of yours and Angel’s belongings into one hotel room seemed impossible and was exhausting.

Especially with Angel’s extensive wardrobe and his pampered pigs lavish lifestyle.

(Seriously, that pig had a bedazzled water bowl)

You had just arrived back at the hotel from grabbing the last of your belongings.

Hauling the box down the hallway, your door feeling like it was getting further away as you dragged your feet down the extensive hallway.

You fish your key out of your pocket while balancing the box against the wall and atop your knee, trying not the drop it.

You fiddle with the lock, slowly turning the key counterclockwise, then pushing down the door handle. You bump the door open with your hip, letting the box crash to the floor with unintended aggression.

Looking around the room, you’re confused when you don’t see your partner right away, he was meant to be at the hotel still. Perhaps he was downstairs and you had missed him.

You close the door but hear the sound of paper crinkling and soft crunching.

Your heart nearly skips a beat when you see Fat Nuggets on your shared bed, eating fresh flowers that were laid there. He’s clearly enjoying himself, not a care in the world as he munched away at the beautiful bouquet that was no doubt meant for you. It had all your favorites arranged beautifully while Fat Nuggets saw it as a free buffet.

You’re quick to wrap your hand around the pigs torso, pulling him back from the bouquet. You grab the greenery with your other hand, lifting it off the bed away from the troublemaker, who was letting out dissatisfied squeals, upset he didn’t get to finish his snack.

You scold the pig, looking at the damage he had done to the gift your lover had gotten you. You frown a bit, feeling bad that it was a bit ruined, but nonetheless, your heart melts at the gesture. Seeing as Angel went out of his way to get you a gift with no special occasion in mind.

The pig squirms in your hand, that’s when you notice something foreign around his neck. Anxiety shoots through you and you’re quick to drop the flowers, trying to coax the pig into allowing you to take off whatever was on him.

Fat Nuggets put up a bit of a fight, annoyed at the sudden tussle you had started with him, but you succeeded in pulling off the piece of twine that was wrapped around his neck. Once it’s off, you release him, mumbling an apology to the pig as he retreats to his plush pet bed.

You sigh, adrenaline high falling as you hold the piece of twine in your hands. You look down at it, assuming it was part the bouquet he was feasting on.

When examining it, you see a piece of silver/gold tied in the middle. You pick up the band, twisting it to look at it from each angle. When it dawns on you what it actually is, you don’t have time to react.

Your lover is now walking into the room, holding a bag of your guys’ favorite takeout in one hand and a gift box in his lower set of arms. His phone is pressed up against his ear with his one free hand and you can hear Cherri’s voice booming from the other side of the phone.

The two of you make eye contact and it becomes an intense staring contest for what feels like the rest of eternity. Cherri’s screaming fading into background noise while Angel’s face contorts into panic as he sees the display in front of him.

Torn flowers, a very grumpy pig in the corner, and ring gripped in your hand as if you were trying to hide the fact that you knew what was happening.

Without breaking his gaze from you, Angel hung up on Cherri. He finally looks away from you, trying to find anything to relieve the tension in the room.

“Soo.. uhh.. how much did Nugs tell ya?”

He asks nervously, sitting down next to you on the bed.

You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment.

Was he making a joke now of all times??

You can’t help but grin and snort, covering your mouth. You smack him lightly before laughing at what he had said. Tension completely melting away by your lovers remark.

Angel relaxes and smiles, adrenaline in his body still running high. He sets down the food he had brought in on the bedside table and the gift box on the ground.

He gently grabs your hand that held the ring tied in with twine, causing your laughter to calm down. You slowly open your hand, revealing the piece of jewelry. Angel slowly takes it from you.

Realization of what is happening dawns on this man WAY too late. He fidgets with the ring, trying to undo the twine from it, his fingers trembling slightly. He swears under his breath while trying to explain himself.

He stumbles over his words, explaining how this subject had been a constant in his mind for a long time now.

He knew you had said you would be fine without a ring, but he wanted to get you something special for staying with him. A symbol on your finger that you would always be his, whether you be near or far.

He didn’t want to be with anyone else. It was you and it was always going to be you.

His proposal was slightly awkward, butchered, and god was it cheesy.

But it didn’t fail to make you emotional. It was so intimate and personal. Despite it not going quite as Angel had planned, it was perfect in your eyes.

If you could have hearts in your eyes, you totally would

Angel fidgeted with the ring, unsure on what to say next. He started to ramble a bit, saying something along the lines of if it was too soon he would totally understand.

Which you respond by quickly plucking the ring away from him, and sliding it onto your finger. He looks at you, blinking a few times before blushing brightly at your acceptance.

You chuckle at his reaction, gently holding one set of his hands, and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips.

Angel melts into you, reciprocating your embrace and cupping up your face in his other set of hands.

You smile, leaning into your lover. Feeling absolutely enveloped by adoration.

Before the two of you can fall too much into each others embrace, you’re interrupted by the sound of curious snorts and snuffs.

The two of you pull away from each other, looking down to see Fat Nuggets with his head in the gift box Angel had brought into the room. His curled tail wagging away excitedly as if the gift was for him.

Angel bolts up, quickly lifting up the pet pig who lets out an alarmed squeal. You can’t help but laugh as Angel scolds Nugs, who had spoiled another surprise your partner had set out for you today.

Yeah.. this was something you could definitely get used to.

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jeyusos-girl · 8 months

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Truth or Dare

a/n: y’all it took all day for me to get this done, i hope y’all like it 🥴🥴🥴

this is a request from @mohawkmama 😊

word count: 816

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Why me?

Why now?

Y/N sat on the tub's edge, hanging her head in embarrassment.

What started as an innocent game of truth or dare, quickly became Y/N's most embarrassing moment.

Trinity and Jon were hosting a small get-together in their home. The drinks were flowing and the group was currently in the middle of playing truth or dare.

“Okay Y/N, truth or dare?” Jon asked smugly.

“Hmm, I’ll go with truth,” she took a sip of her drink as she awaited his response.

He leaned forward, glancing over at his younger brother before redirecting his attention to the woman across from him.

“How long have you been crushing on my baby brother?” he smirked.

A chorus of oohs and ahhs sounded off around her and she froze.

“Uhh, I- um,” she stammered, the embarrassment crept up her body slowly.

Her eyes snapped to Trinity, watching as she swatted Jon’s chest and whispered something to him.

Trinity was the only person who knew about Y/N’s crush. Or so she thought.

She should’ve known, Trinity tells that man everything. And everyone knows Jon can’t keep a secret to save his life.

She was going to kill them.

“Come on Jon, don’t put her on the spot like that,” Josh chuckled.

Y/N looked over to Solo, who’d been staring intently at her since Jon dropped the bomb.

“Um, will you guys excuse me?”

Now here she was hiding in her best friend's bathroom, planning her escape from the house and possibly the country when a swift knock shook her from her thoughts.

“Trin, I’m good just give me a second,” she groaned.

She threw her head back in frustration when she heard another knock. She got up and unlocked the door.

“Trinity I’m- Oh! Hi,” she muttered quietly.

Solo stood on the other side, arms crossed over his chest, his hard gaze meeting hers.

“Sorry, the bathrooms all yours,”

“Nah, you’re good. I just came to check on you,” he spoke.

“I’m good, just embarrassed beyond belief. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I wasn't expecting Jon to put me on blast in front of all our friends,” Y/N chuckled dryly.

“It’s not your fault, you know how he is when he’s tipsy,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she mumbled.

An awkward silence loomed over the bathroom before Solo laughed lowly.

“I thought you snuck out or something.”

“Trust me I was thinking about it,” she laughed breathily.

“Well, I’m glad I caught you before you did. Couldn’t let you leave before I got an answer,” his eyes softened as she furrowed her brows.

“What do you mean?”

“You never answered Jon’s question, how long have you been crushing on me?” he smirked.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she looked into Solo's eyes. She let out a deep sigh.

"Um, a while. Started some time after you debuted on the main roster." Y/N finally admitted, feeling the heat creep up her neck.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Solo’s mouth.

"Really?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. She nodded, shifting her gaze to the ground.

“That’s good to know because I've been crushing on you too,” Solo grabbed her hand, smiling at the shocked look on her face.

“Even before I debuted. The night of Trin’s birthday dinner, when you showed up wearing that red dress, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. From that night on all I ever thought about was you but I could never bring myself to tell you,” he sighed. Y/N smiled, biting her lip, taking in his beautiful features.

"I had no idea," she whispered.

“I know, I’m not the best at expressing my feelings.”

“Well you’re doing a good job, now. I’m so happy you feel the same, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” Y/N giggled.

“I am too,” Solo's smile widened, “Let me take you on a date tomorrow. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“I’d love that. I’ll even wear that red dress if you want me to,” she smiled mischievously.

Solo laughed before pulling her in and kissing her softly.

They parted slowly, wanting to savor this moment for as long as they could. Solo pulled her in closer and rested his forehead against hers.

The sound of their friends laughing and cheering brought them back to reality.

“I hate to ruin this moment but I think we should head back downstairs before they get suspicious,”

Y/N spoke. Solo nodded, not wanting to let her go so soon.

“I’ll go but not before I get another kiss,”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate yet gentle kiss.

“Baby if you keep kissing me like that we ain’t ever leaving this bathroom.”

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squoxle · 2 months

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Hiiii sisisssyysysyys! I was wondering if you do a hee ff and it’s just y/n and him. I want the plot to be like a late night of the streets in nyc. And you can do whatever you want 😊

Girl 😩 I apologize in advance if the story is kinda wonky…I really wanted to make this for u ASAP…but I’ve just been sooooo busy 😭❤️ anywayzzz I hope u like it

❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬❞ ~ 𝐋.𝐇𝐒

•♥☙♡ ʚɞ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʜᴇᴇ𝖲ᴇᴜɴɢ!ʙᴇ𝖲ᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ 𝖷 ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!ғᴍ | ʚɞ ᴡᴄ: 𝟫𝟨𝟢 | ʚɞ 𝖲ᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇ𝖲ᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴇ𝖲𝖲ᴇ𝖲 ʜɪ𝖲 ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ 𝖲ᴋʏ | ʚɞ ᴄᴡ: ᴀɴɢ𝖲ᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ 𝖲ᴍᴜᴛ (ᴀ.ᴋ.ᴀ. ᴋɪ𝖲𝖲ɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ 𝖲ʟɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏɴᴅʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ) ♡❧♥•

Heeseung held your gaze as if he were frozen in time and space. The sexual tension burned like firey flames from your hearts. But nothing could have prepared you for this moment.

The moment when his delicate lips would meet yours.

The moment your lives would change forever...

. : ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎...

Heeseung had called you the night before to make plans for today.

"There's something I want to talk to you about," he whispered softly, "In person..." his words trailed off.

What could be so important that he couldn't just tell you over the phone. Heeseung rarely blew things out of proportion, which left you curious. Wondering what he wanted to talk about.

Somehow you managed to tuck your curiosity away in the deepest part of your mind for the majority of the day as the two of you hung out together. Though you couldn't deny the fact that he had done a great job keeping you distracted.

"Hey, what do you think about this?" he giggled as he turned around to show you a pair of oversized glasses.

"I think you look like a clown," you chuckled back, watching as a bright smile grew across his face.

"Him, you're right. Maybe they'd look better on you," he said as he walked closer to you, placing the glasses on your face. His expression softened as you adjusted the glasses yourself.

"I probably look even dumber than you," you scoffed lightly, pulling your lips into a slight smirk. You watched as Heeseung's eyes followed your movements. "Uhh..." you started, cutting through the silence. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm just a little hungry. How about we go get something to eat?" He asked.

"Sure, what're you in the mood for?"

"Pizza?"

"Wow! I'm surprised you didn't say ramen," you said in an attempt to keep the conversation going.

"Well, I only like it when I make it," he smiled. "It's not like I can really make my own pizza," he chuckled as the two of you walked off.

. : ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔...

After sunset, you and Heeseung walked across Brooklyn Bridge. You loved how it lit up at night, the lights mimicking the stars in the sky that were harder to see out here.

Heeseung knew how much you loved stargazing, but couldn't do it anymore after relocating to such a big city. The sense of longing washed over you as you walked across the metallic structure.

"What?" you asked as you felt Heeseung's gaze on you.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something."

"Does it have anything to do with that thing you wanted to tell me last night?" your question hung in the air for a bit before Heeseung let out a sigh.

"Uhh...yeah, but I'd rather talk about it in private," he said as the two of continued your walk across the bridge before entering Cadman Plaza Park.

The air was cool and moist, and the streetlights highlighted small puddles of water that pooled near the botanical arrangements. At this point, you had just noticed that Heeseung was holding your hand.

You walked with him under a set of trees, away from the other few people who were also enjoying a night walk in New York.

You lied down in the grass next to Heeseung as you peaked through the tree branches to see the night sky bleeding through.

"____..."

"Yeah?"

"You know that thing I wanted to tell you?" He rolled onto his side to face you, propping his body up on his elbow.

You waited patiently for him to speak, as you could see his shy side coming out. He bit his lip softly before continuing.

"I-I don't want this to ruin our friendship or anything, but," he paused, playing with the grass between his fingers. "I really like you...and I have for a long time."

To be honest, you had liked Heeseung from the beginning, but you settled for a friendship rather than a relationship and you still didn’t know why.

He looked embarrassed as hell. You took a little too long to respond, leaving an uncomfortable amount of silence in the atmosphere.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Just forget I said anything,” he continued before lying down on his back, closing his eyes after taking a deep breath.

A thought crossed your mind and you weren’t gonna be stupid enough to let it pass by. You leaned over to kiss Heeseung’s lips.

His cheeks were slightly red his doe eyes jumped open when you placed your hand on his chest. “I like you too, and I have for a long time now,” you smiled.

His lips formed into a smile as he pulled your face into his, kissing you again. You straddled his body as he gripped onto your waist, pulling your body closer to his. You slowly rocked back and forth, feeling him grow harder beneath you.

Though you had just started, the sexual tension was strong now and your movements excited him. It was obvious by the way he sat up and breathlessly gasped for your touch.

Your tongues intertwining as he moved down to your neck. “Maybe we should continue this somewhere else,” he chuckled softly against the wetness on your neck as you reached to palm his bulge.

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that,” you said looking at his flushed face and ruffled hair. “Would it be weird if I said you look hotter with your hair like this,” you smirked.

“Not weird, but definitely enticing. Makes me wonder what you would look like all flustered and messy,” he said before kissing your lips again.

. : ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹…

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paperweight91 · 29 days

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Lloyd Hansen + stalker + “I knew you’d taste incredible.”

Well thank you for your patience since the muse decided to fuck off to places unknown once I dug into this. I really hope you enjoy my take on this Siri! ❤️

How My Poor Heart Aches, With Every Step You Take

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C: 1064

Warnings: stalking, gunplay, enough crazy to go around

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! As always comments and reblogs are much appreciated! ❤️

You fluffed the pillows on the couch, your anxiety translating into cleaning. Things had been weird lately. You weren’t sure what was off but something was.

You smoothed your hands down your dress, and walked into the kitchen. You couldn’t stop your hands from moving. Checking on your dinner would calm you a bit.

You saw a flash of headlights through the kitchen windows. It was late for anyone to be visiting. You went to the front window, pushing the curtain aside just enough for you to peek into the driveway.

Nothing.

Maybe someone had used the driveway to turn around?

You shrugged and returned to the kitchen. Puttering around and checking your soup. This meal was going to be perfect. Five courses, a beautiful bottle of wine, everything was exactly how you wanted it.

You took off your apron and washed your hands, deciding to set the table while you waited for everything to be done.

When you entered the dining room, you saw a figure in the shadows. You couldn’t quite make out their face, but the stance was one that was unmistakable to you. You let out a shrill scream and dropped the plates and cutlery in your hands, shattering the glass.

The tall man slinked out of the shadows, with a gun raised in your direction. “You wanna tell me what’s going on here Suzie Homemaker?”

You shivered and took a step back. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for, and now you were paralyzed. You had planned and planned for this moment, and yet still, here you were with your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“Speak. Now.” He leaned forward across the dining room table, letting his full size show. You knew he was intimidating, but this was something unlike anything you had seen before.

”I - uhh…” you cleared your throat and tried again, “I’m sorry. Lloyd, I know this must be quite a shock for you. Honey, I’m here to take care of you.” You smoothed your hands down your dress, and took a few steps towards the mustached man. “I see how hard you work, and I know that things are so tough right now. You have to know how much I care about you, don’t you sweetie?”

Lloyd’s eyebrow quirked up, and he stood back to his full height. He motioned for you to go on with the gun in his hand.

“I made you a wonderful dinner, I know you’ve had such a long day. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring it out for you.” Your smile turned a little manic as he smirked at you.

”Oh yeah, no I don’t think so Buttercup.” Lloyd strutted around the table and placed the gun under your chin, tilting your face up to his fully. “Here’s how this is gonna go: You’re gonna go clean up that horrendous smell in my kitchen, and then you’re gonna get the fuck out of here before I make you. Got it?”

You let out a sweet giggle, before reaching up to cup Lloyd’s cheek. “Honey, don’t be like that! I made all of your favourites. I even have something special planned for dessert.” You winked at him and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Please baby,” you whispered against his lips, “I worked so hard for you.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed, you could see him running through all the possible situations in his mind. “I have to make a few calls. Do. Not. Leave.”

With that he turned quickly and left to his office.

You went to the pantry and grabbed the broom to sweep up the broken glass. After the mess was cleaned up and the table was set, you set about putting all your work into serving dishes. You had to impress Lloyd, this was your only shot. And if the man wouldn’t eat your dinner, you were sure there were other ways to persuade him.

When you returned to the dining room with your final dish, you saw Lloyd sitting at the head of the table. You pasted a broad smile on your face, “You ready to eat Honey?”

Lloyd snorted, but didn’t say a word. You served him some soup and salad, then served yourself before sitting.

“Wine?” You asked.

He only shook his head. He was staring at you, the look in his eyes one you couldn’t exactly read. You nervously played with your napkin, the feel of the cotton soothing you slightly. Suddenly Lloyd smirked, “Come here.” He held his arm out towards you.

You stood on shaky legs, this wasn’t going at all the way you expected. But he wasn’t throwing you out, so you followed his direction. He perched you on the edge of the dining room table. “Alright Sweetcheeks, let’s do some real talk shall we?”

You nodded dumbly, not sure at all where Lloyd was going with this.

”I’m going to ask the questions, and you’re going to answer them. Lie to me, avoid the question or do anything I deem suspicious,” He trailed his gun between your thighs, “Understood?”

You nodded again, but at his stern glare you cleared your throat, “Yes Sir.”

Lloyd smirked and dragged the gun closer to the apex of your thighs, “Great! What are you doing here?”

You gave him a perplexed look, you’d already told him this. You sighed and answered, “I told you Honey, I just want to take care of you, I love you so much.”

He hummed, “And how long have you been watching me?

You drew in a harsh breath, you had to answer. “Six months.” You hung your head, as tears started to gather in your eyes. You felt Lloyd press the gun into your soaking wet cunt, but instead of fear a jolt of arousal ran through your body sending shivers up your spine.

“Eyes up, Buttercup.” When you returned your gaze to Lloyd’s you saw mischief dancing in his eyes. You hiccuped on a sob as Lloyd began teasing you with the muzzle of the gun.

“I-ngh-I’m sorry.” You tried to bite back the arousal spreading from where Lloyd had his gun pressed against you.

He drew it away, and brought it to his own lips sucking on the tip and humming loudly. “From the crazy in your eyes, I knew you’d taste incredible.”

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werentwethestarsinheaven · 8 months

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at your back door.

matty healy x female reader

a/n: once again i don’t really know what this is lol i just had a sudden burst of motivation and wrote this in like an hour (so forgive me if it’s poorly written) luv you all ❤️

You and Matty weren’t ever anything. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and you weren’t his girlfriend, and you definitely weren’t a couple. You were both just you. “Just a friend,” is what you’d mutter when someone would ask where, who, what you were doing for the days where you’d drop off the face of the earth to spend time with him. You see, you and Matty weren’t ever anything, but your heart was everywhere.

You were content alone. In your small cottage with the windows wide open, wildflowers lining pathways and white picket fences. In the park behind your house, with the trees that swayed and were the home for the birds that chirped away happily. Until he arrived in your life. Or maybe you arrived in his.

You were walking fast down the hill and through the park, anxiety dripping into your chest, mind racing and heart beating fast. You’d mistakenly left your notebook behind at your spot earlier in the day. A notebook that might as well be your heart splattered and stained on ink lined pages. That was when you saw him. Sitting peacefully with a guitar beside him lying in the grass, his back leaning against the willow tree where your’s usually is. Scribbling viciously in a moleskin with one hand and a takeaway coffee cup in the other. You could hear the scratches etched in his throat as he hummed a tune, repeating it over and over again that you expected the birds above him to start chirping the same melody.

“I’ve stolen your spot haven’t I?” he chuckles, you were too busy staring at him to realise that he had noticed your presence and that your mouth had now gone dry.

“Oh no don’t worry, sorry to bother you,” your voice leaked out of your throat quieter than you expected. “Have you umm, maybe seen a notebook around here? I left it here a few hours ago.”

“No, sorry, I haven't.” His voice rolled off his tongue so smoothly as he looked at you genuinely. You could practically feel the warmth of his smile in your chest, coating over your anxiety like honey.

“Well thanks anyways. Uhh, if you see it anywhere would you mind putting it in my mailbox just up there,” you point behind you at your white picket fence that only just fades into view over the horizon.

“No problem,” he still smiles at you. You’re standing metres away from him, but you can see his eyes glistening.

“Have a nice day,” you whisper, turning around and walking briskly away until you no longer feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. Although you think it’s left a first degree burn on your heart.

Without your notebook you were left to dwell in your own mind in silence. Your heart filling and threatening to spill, to implode and rip apart the delicate stitching you worked hard to sew neatly. You’re lying there in the grass under your willow tree, feeling your heart leaking and melting out of your body, desperate to seep its nutrients into the soil beneath you. You inhale, the smell of newborn spring fills your senses. Pollen and freshly cut grass and… tobacco? He’s right there. Smiling down at you with an extended hand clutching a cup of coffee for you.

“Hey, do you mind if I join you?” he speaks into the spring air.

Of course you minded. You haven’t been able to think about anything else other than him and his saccharine smile and sugar syrup voice for the past week. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and the curls on his head moved like the breeze was running its fingers through his hair itself. The way he radiated heat like he was the sun and you were simply a part of his solar system, orbiting around him and absorbing his energy. God. You had spent about 30 seconds in his presence and you were already withering away.

He sat down anyway, despite your silence and introduced himself. Matty. He was renting a place a few minutes away. He loves music and reading and comes to this spot to write, just like you. He refused to tell you about his job, opting to tell you about his closest friends and his family. He was being so vulnerable that you couldn’t help but let him pry your heart open and tell him everything about you. By the time you realised he hadn’t said a word in 20 minutes and that the coffee cups in your hands were now lukewarm, a drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on your forehead. It began to bucket down rain. Squeals of laughter echoed in the air as you both ran up the hill side by side to your picket fence. You pushed through the gate and skipped up the stairs. Standing under the awning to catch your breath and running your fingers through your dampened hair, you realised he hadn’t taken his eyes off you this entire time. The warmth of your home enveloped him as you let him in through the door.

From then on, you would wait for him to knock on your back door. It started off as a simple friendship. Some mornings, you would prepare two cups of tea in the kitchen as he grazed about the living room, complimenting your expansive vinyl collection and the books that sat on the shelves that reached for the ceilings. Some evenings, you would stand behind the stove as Matty chose a record and you both listened to it crackle to life from your record player. On sunny days, you would drag an extra sunlounger outside and together you would lay in the sunshine as you listened to him strum his guitar softly, the sun kissing his skin. On rainy days, you would sit across the couch together, rotting away and taking turns playing your favourite films for each other.

One evening, the dishes stained with pasta sauce sat crusting in the sink while you popped open the night’s third bottle of wine. You were already tipsy and warm, trying to keep up with his high tolerance, but you didn’t care. You were always warm around him anyways. Mirage by Fleetwood Mac spun on the record player, and he eagerly grabbed your hands and dragged you to the middle of the living room. Wine left behind, your giggles and his sweet hums filled the air. He spun you around as he sang and his fingers brushed against your waist as you leant on his shoulder. Inhaling the smells that clung to his neck. Tobacco and red wine and the nag champa incense you both watched swirl through the garden earlier in the day. And then your lips were on his. Bodies swaying softly to the music and against each other, as the crickets who had painfully watched you pine for weeks rejoiced outside. You can’t quite remember the small details, and whether or not you were drunk on the wine or him. All you can remember is that his lips were on yours and you were in his arms. Finally.

Morning cups of tea would be now be shared from the same mug, a shirtless Matty passing it to you as you sat on the kitchen counter in just your underwear and his shirt. Evenings would be romanticised, dinner’s lit by candles and dessert served tangled in your sheets. Sunny days would be spent sharing the same sunlounger, your bodies intertwining and you kissing his skin in place of the sun and your fingers brushing through his curls instead of the breeze. Rainy days had you wrapped up as one in a blanket, licking hot cocoa away from each other's lips. You forgot about your notebooks. You didn’t feel the need to write anymore, you could smear your heart all over him instead.

But his visits were never consistent. He’d come knocking on your back door and leave again before you could even let the thought of him sink into your skin. He called you. His syrupy voice crackling down the phone line and oozing into your brain, making you forget the difference between the whispers he’d once breathed into your ears in your bed and the ones you can now only vaguely decipher through the speaker of your phone.

Sometimes you wouldn’t hear from him for weeks until you would wake up to a postcard from a random country delivered to your mailbox. In the beginning, in scribbled handwriting, they were all simply signed to your name. One day, on a postcard sent from Hawaii, it was branded with, “my Darling.” You wanted to march straight down to the nearest courthouse and shout, begging on your hands and knees until they agreed to change it to your legal name. Darling, darling, darling. My Darling. It rolled off his pen and his tongue so sweetly and landed straight onto your heart. Burning into the flesh, singeing and leaving a smouldering hole like the end of his cigarette pressed to paper.

Until slowly but surely, he stopped calling. He stopped sending postcards. He stopped knocking on your back door. It’s okay, you expected this. You were waiting for a bucket overflowing with your liquidised heart to be sent through the mail and left on your back doorstep. Over the next few months, you nursed the burn on your heart with copious amounts of tea and lounging in the early summer sun, feeling the blisters slowly fade away as you filled notebook after notebook and wrapped them carefully away in bandages.

It was a simple Tuesday. You had watched the seasons pass by, yearning for him like the plants begged for warmth in the winter. But your longing for him soon faded as the sun rose again and painted your home in sunlight. But today it was raining. At first, the knocking on your door was soft and hesitant, like the person behind it was unsure of what they were doing. It grew louder as you approached and the door creaked as it opened. Matty was standing there with that same crinkled smile, in his hands a tattered notebook. Your notebook, from that very first day.

“Hello, look what I found,” He smiled shyly, pushing the notebook into your hands, your skin sparking alight as the calluses on his fingers grazed against yours. Water dripping from the damp curls perched on his head and trickling down his beautiful face. Eyes brimming with tears.

You grab him. Tossing the notebook behind you carelessly. After all this time you’re in his arms again. You want to suffocate in him and drown in him and let him die with you. He kisses your nose, your cheeks, your lips.

“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,” he repeats, voice muffling against the warm skin of your face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, my Darling,” he breathes into you.

“I know,” you mumble into his mouth. You hold him. Or is he holding you?

“I had it that whole time, the notebook.” He whispers against your neck, you think you feel a tear drop onto your collarbone. He doesn’t understand that he’s held your heart in the open palm of his hands more times than you could ever count.

“I know,” you whisper again.

He’s properly crying now. Shaking in your embrace. You are too. He tells you everything. He wrote songs for you, but never let you hear them. Only when he was sure you were fast asleep would he bring his guitar out and strum softly, pouring his heart out to you while you floated in your dreams. Dreams he desperately hoped he was in.

He sent the first postcard when he read the first page of your notebook. “Dear my darling lonely heart, you are so full and I have nowhere to empty you.” You had written.

He stopped calling and sending postcards when he read the last page. “When I meet him one day, I will empty you out into his arms and see if he keeps you or if he will let you seep away.”

While he was gone Matty wrote an EP for you. For My Darling’s Lonely Heart, he calls it. Four songs, each named after the seasons he spent with you. He tells you he’ll never release it to anyone else. It’s only for you and him.

The afternoon sun shines through the windows and dances around your bodies. The rain has cleared.

Maybe this time, you’ll stand at the back door and watch him as he walks away, curls bouncing on his head. Maybe this time, before he leaves you’ll check to see if his hands are scrubbed clean of your heart. Maybe this time you won’t wonder where he goes when he leaves.

Maybe this time he’ll stop and turn around to kiss you sweetly and wave as he walks and you lean on your doorway watching him. Maybe this time he’ll leave you some of his heart instead. Maybe this time when he comes crawling back, he’ll finally ask to stay.

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valentine’s day (m. mount)

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Idiot

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Adorable

Requested:

can u do a story where they are about to do the duel with Sneed and Jack when they are about to fight and then Fagin goes instead. Well instead of Fagin doing it can u make y/n do it instead and like Jack gets really upset and thinks she's going to get shot but then doesn't and Sneed gets shot instead? And then after Jack confesses his love for her ❤️.

I walked out to the coast to meet Sneed for this stupid duel, prepared to fight with him and having freshly refreshed my sword skills in preparation.

"You're an idiot," Y/n said as she followed along as my second I was going to bring Fagin but as usual he had disappeared when I needed him, so I brought Y/n along really any excuse to spend more time with her, Maybe all the adrenaline with cause me to actually tell the damn girl I like her. But I'd been trying to do that for the last three years and still hadn't gotten anywhere.

"I know," I rolled my eyes, she'd been on this since I told her.

"you're going to die."

"I'm not going to die."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not. I spent ten years in the navy I'm a master with a sword."

"And what if he doesn't pick swords as the weapon?"

"He challenged me, simple duel rules Challender picks location and time, Accused picks weapons."

"And if Sneed ignores that?"

"He won't. He's a gentleman."

"So are you and you'd cheat him out of choosing if you'd challenged him."

She did have a point there, "Well he's more a gentleman than I am."

"And what if he does let you pick and it turns out he's great with a sword."

"I already know he isn't and I am, hence why I shall pick swords."

"and if he hurts you?"

"He won't hurt me,"

"what if he does?"

"He won't, I will merely scratch the pompous git and this will be over"

"And if he does scratch you?"

"Then I'm a doctor I can fix it."

"if you live, I'm gonna kill you."

"I know y/n," I sighed, "What will you do if I win?"

"I'll kick your blonde butt for going through with it."

"And if I lose?"

"I'll kick your blonde butt for not listening to me." She said,

I stopped for a moment knowing just over this hill was the spot where Sneed and I would Duel, for a moment I did think of all she had said, she was right I was being an idiot but I wasn't going to let him win.

"You alright?"

"Yeah," I nodded forcing my feelings away, for a moment I wanted to tell her how I felt about her, how even as I looked at her in her grey dress, the hem dirty and torn, her straggly hair pulled back with a bow, her arms crossed over her chest, she looked infuriated with me but still m,y heart fluttered for her. "If I win, Would you kiss me?" I asked,

She chuckled, "Funny Jack." She rolled her eyes walking on but I held her arm stopping her and forcing her to turn back to me,

"If I lose, will you kiss me?"

"If you lose, you'll be dead, and the only thing you shall receive from my lips is me telling you I told you so." She said heading up the hill,

"Well, I am rather ... mostly grateful to have known you Y/n"

"Likewise Jack, life will never be the same without you, you utter idiotic fuckwit."

I sighed but followed her and soon enough we arrived where Sneed stood with his second some, slimy guy and a priest. "Since when does a priest officiate a duel?"

"Who else is there?" She asked,

"Good point."

"Ahh finally arrived Dawkins. we had a bet you'd be late." Sneed smirked,

"I wouldn't be late, If you hadn't picked somewhere quiet to out of my way." I sighed,

He ignored me "Miss," He slyly smiled at y/n bowing his head slightly like a gentleman.

"Eyes front Sneed or I'll blacken one." She warned him,

"Now shall we get on then?" The priest asks,

"Yes, I think we should." Sneed Smirked,

"Gentlemen are you prepared to settle this amicably," The priest asked and both I and sneed nodded "Wonderful, Now. That being the case, seconds. Ensure the weapons are loaded," he said opening the case to reveal two pistols,

"Uhh... I thought the accused chose the weapons." I spoke up, "The challenged picks the weapons that was always the rule." I said panic setting in,

"That's Cambridge rules Dawkins, not down here." He smirked,

Ohhh fuck! fuck! fuck!

Y/n and his slimy man took the pistols checked them over and loaded them

"Ten paces each, tun and fire on my signal. All clear? Then let us proceed with the festive Proceedings." He said heading over to the duelling spot with Sneed smirking behind him,

For a moment my feet were glued to the floor I couldn't move them even if I wanted to, my heart felt like it was racing and slowing at the same time, I felt... utterly empty unsure how I was going to get out of this, even if there was a way out of this. I began to walk over but -

"Ohh for-" She began as she grabbed my jacket and pulled my lips to hers, I was overjoyed fireworks going off in my stomach but I had no time to hold her or even kiss her back before she pulled back, "You absolute idiot."

I wanted to stay and kiss her forever but I walked and stood where I had pistol in hand Sneed's back to mine,

"One," The priest began forcing me to take my first step I listened as he counted down a million things flashing through my mind,

"Two" I could run?... I'd never get that far.

"Three" I could turn and shoot him before the count... I'd be arrested for that.

"Four" I could try and shoot him!.. he'll shoot me first.

"Five" He's gonna shoot me... I can only pray he only gets my arm or my leg something I can deal with

"Six" No he's gonna get my chest or my head just to be a cunt about it

"Seven" I'm really gonna die... and I never told y/n!

"Eight" She kissed me! and I never even told her I liked her!

"Nine" So this is it... the life I've lived. In a few seconds, It will all be over... at least I'll die having kissed y/n, god knows I'd have wanted more but, I Guess I'll be happy. and I die savouring her kiss

"Ten!"

I turned on my heels as quick as I could pointing my pistol and so did he but -

"Cease this immediately!" The Governor yelled,

Quickly we both looked over as he came over the hill, I saw everyone standing watching y/n with a hand over her face but she peeked out when she heard his shout

"I was told... rather unsportingly, that this town cannot survive without its two surgeons. Lower your weapons." He demanded, I waited until Sneed lowered his but when he did I lowered my own "Good, Now In circumstances such as these, the seconds must assume their place."

"What!" I yelled,

"No this is not how I want to view a duel." the Slimy man complained,

"I will not be duelling bloody anybody!" Y/n complained,

"You can't, she can't she- she's a woman she can't duel," I said,

"Well given the circumstances we shall allow it."

"I'm from a good family dating back to 1256." He complained,

"Why should I die because he's an idiot. This can't be allowed!" she complained,

"I revoke my allegations," Sneed said,

"I apologise unreservedly," I told him,

"It's too late," The priest said,

"Honour must be served." The governor demanded,

Sneed handed his pistol over but... I couldn't I can't do this to her, it's not fair, it's not fair, she'll die!

The priest forced the pistol from my hand and gave it to her,

"Jack?" She pleaded But he forced her to walk "I am never! not going to be angry with you. I swear to god Jack I will haunt your every waking moment! I will be the face in your nightmares and I swear! you will have nothing but nightmares for the rest of your miserable life you idiotic little shit!" She yelled as she walked to the point

"One," Oh my god

"Two," this is really happening

"three," She's gonna get shot and it's all my fault

"Four" I can only hope he hits her arm, her leg, her foot something I can save her!

"five." I'm never gonna see her again

"Six," But- I I never told her I love her!

"Seven," She'll die never knowing how I felt about her

"Eight," I'd sell my soul just to kiss her... just one more time

"Nine" Oh gods no not Y/n! I can't watch!

Tears filled my eyes so much I could barely even see but I didn't want to see

"Ten!"

And I heard two shots.

The Shots echoed through the sky but I heard only one scream, Sneed dropped to the ground having been shot in the thigh, in fact... given the angle, she had shot him, his second so useless he fired into the air nowhere even here her. I was so relieved she was okay.

I rushed over and hugged her as tight as I could, she hugged me too dropping the pistol, I sniffled and tried desperately not to cry into her shoulder, "I was so scared I was gonna lose you."

"yeah. well... How do you think I felt you idiot." She laughed,

"You're right. I am so so sorry, that you had to do this... and for not listening to you."

"It's okay, you're forgiven." She smiled, "So? I shot Sneed that mean I win?"

"I mean technically you were dueling with that guy, but... I do appreciate you shooting Sneed."

"So? do I win or not?"

"I'm gonna say you win."

"Good, So? do I get a kiss if I win?"

"I think you definitely deserve a kiss." I smiled pulling her into a sweet an soft kiss, I felt so happy when I kissed her, like nothing else mattered in this world but the two of us, "I'm in love with you."

"What?"

"I'm in love with you, I have loved you since the first day I met you, and I was the biggest Idiot in the world for never telling you, It dawned on me... as I walked that, I could have died and never told you how I felt, if you had died I'd never have seen you again and never did I tell you how much I adore you."

She smiled widely and stroked a tear from my cheek "Awww, Yeah Jack. I love you too you big dumb idiot" she smiled rubbing her nose on mine

"I'm your big dumb idiot" I smiled rubbing back

"Yeah, But I love you" she smiled pulling us into another sweet kiss.

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urauntiefaye · 5 months

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lately I've been thinking about how Leehan would react when he saw me kissing another man (he fell in love with me secretly, because we were enemies and often fought)😏🔞.

maybe he'll give me some crazy punishment in an empty area of school and claim me (Shit, especially without protection) that I'm his and forever will be 🤭

❤️btw I'm a female❤️

Enemies ~ One Shot(Leehan🔞)

P.S.A: if you do not like Smut/This type of content please ignore and scroll away. Thank you!

Warning: 18+, y/n is afab, smut smut smut, includes spanking, unprotected sex, hair pulling, pet names (slut, baby), penetration(y/n receiving), other uhh I think that's all? Let me know if I missed anything.

Content below the line.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Leehan so please be gentle with me. Also I'm sorry if this sucks especially the ending 😭

You have no idea how you ended up in this kind of situation. The thought of you being bent over your professor's desk getting railed by none other than the man you claim to hate the most, Leehan has never even once crossed your mind(lies). His fingers tangled up into your hair and pulled your head back causing your back to flush against his chest. His hips never ceasing as he ramed his dick into your dripping cunt. A loud moan escapes your lips, “really think you can kiss someone else?” He grunts as he thrust harshly hitting all of your soft spots. Tears running down your cheeks as the pleasure of being stretched out by Leehan “I-Im sorry l-lehan, wont do it again!” You cried out, he just scoffs at your pathetic attempt of apologizing, his hand sneaking around your waist and reaching down to rub your clit causing you to moan loader. A tight ball form in your lower stomach making you clinch around him. “G-gonna cum!” You through your head back rest on his broad shoulders. A low moan comes from Leehan as his thrust speed up “cum then, cum on my cock you slut” he whispered in your ear not once slowing down. Your eyes shut tight as you cum, your whole body shaking from the intense orgasm. Leehan doesn't stop, you can tell he was close from the way his thrust become erratic “fuck baby, gonna cum” he moves his hand to your stomach and grips the flesh “wanna fuck a baby into you, gonna make you mommy” he groans out loud causing another orgasm to build up in you “pl-please! Want you to cum in me!” You screamed out holding onto his biceps to keep yourself stabled. Leehan thrust into your sopping wet pussy and stilling all movements as his cum shoots deep inside you causing you to cum once again. Your legs go numb almost falling but Leehan grip tightens around you helping you stay up. He pulls out and quickly puts your panties back on. He turns your around so you're face to face. Your both a panting mess covered in sweat, you look up at him and see that his eyes are no longer filled with the typical annoyance and hate they usually are. Instead he fixed your hair and looks at you as if you're they most precious thing. The complete opposite of how he was just a couple second ago. His hands cups your cheeks and plants a gentle and loving kiss upon your lips. “Don't ever, kiss another man, got it?”, your heart skipped a beat at his words “Leehan is this your way of asking me out? If so you're kind of doing a bad job it”. Leehan rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a quick peck. “If it was would you say yes?”, you hum a little and tilt your head, prolonging your answer as a way to tease him. You stood on your tippy toes and kiss him back “maybe?~”

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TWICE x M Reader - "Cry For Me": PART 3

One more one-shot before I spend the rest of the days remaining before 2023 ends! This took 8 months after I last published the previous chapter, and I apologize for the delay caused by my lack of motivation to write and bunch of important tasks to do both in my private space and my campus. I recommend that yall read the first 2 parts before proceeding to this one so it can help yall remember what happened in this ongoing multi-part story. Enjoy reading and have a happy Christmas season everyone!

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Nayeon opens her bag and takes out her camera. She turns it on and scrolls down on the gallery and paused at the exceptional picture that when she shows it toher, it won't need any further explanations to spill in addition. "I must say, he did kept you out from it. Although, having an eyes is useless when your mind is blind... and that what he is." Nayeon then gave the camera to Tzuyu and watched her look at it horribly. "I know it's not the perfect thing you want to see, but I have to remind to you again Tzuyu. You agreed to help me, I'm just doing to favor in return. This is one of my ways. I'm going to open your eyes and see the reality. Especially... when the truth is right there to set you free." In the middle of the night, sounds of helpless, broken and grieving screams and cries can be heard in the Chou residence. Despite of the exhausted eyes, Tzuyu's tears still pours out from her eyes one after the another until she finally burst out in loud sobs. She pounded the bed, raked her hair aggressively and threw all her pillows with her clenched fists in all anger, rage and devastation. She remained suffering inside the darkness as the image of you and Momo kissing outside of the gym earlier continues to intensify the pain in her heart and mind while her vengeful state becomes intensified.

The next morning, Jeongyeon and Nayeon had breakfast at a neighboring café in Jeongyeon's neighborhood. In an attempt to lighten the mood, they engaged in talk about unrelated subjects until Nayeon made the decision to go back and concentrate on the actual task they were working on. Nayeon stated inquiringly, "About YN, how did it go well?" but her tone hardly conveyed her curiosity. She will never develop any expectation when your name is spoken. As Jeongyeon was reminded of what had transpired the night before, the disappointment that had been building inside of her surfaced again. "Uhh... nothing.", she said.

Not wanting to get misintepreted and just leave her friend hanging for a lack of detail, she emphasized it further. "I-I mean... it didn't happen."

"What do you mean?" Nayeon furrowed her brows.

Jeongyeon bent her head down and stared at her nearly empty pasta dish. "He didn't show up. The receptionist from his workplace yesterday told me that it was his dayoff but he didn't saw any signs of him outside." To Nayeon's perplexity, Jeongyeon nodded, "So you were supposed to meet him there?" She shook her head and clicked her tongue. "How am I not surprised that he'll forget it." Jeongyeon sighed, "He said he was free." "But anyways, maybe he was with Tzuyu yesterday. I shouldn't complain about it if it was his girlfriend he chose to spend his time rather than me who is his ex." Nayeon saw that you had let Jeongyeon down once more. She knew in advance that you wouldn't provide her the appropriate apologies, like you did a year ago. In retrospect, she was truly appreciative of it as the longer you persist in your obstinacy and self-centeredness, the more she has been inspired to rebel against you in an effort to exact revenge on you for the harm you caused to her friend's weak heart. Even yet, it was difficult for her to accept that the only thing that came of it was that you were still ruthlessly breaking Jeongyeon's heart and now hurting Tzuyu as well, who is aware of the darker part of your nature. Nayeon chimed in, presumably trying to shift the responsibility and allay Jeongyeon's concerns, saying, "It's fine, Jeong. I already knew that it'll go that way." It made her wonder, though, if it was the sole reason behind Jeongyeon's melancholy. "Do you too, right?", she checked. Jeongyeon turned to face her, shocked by Nayeon's persistence. "I-I am." She pretended to be happy. Nayeon's eyes narrowed. She had known Jeongyeon for almost ten years. She's skilled at lying, but because they've grown close to the point where they resemble siblings, Nayeon wouldn't take it well.

"Should I remind him again?" Jeongyeon asked. Nayeon hated to see her slowly getting manipulated again by YN's disguise of being a nice, sweet guy that Jeongyeon used to fall in love- and then get fooled afterwards before. She had to pull her back away in case things gets more alarming.

Nayeon doesn't forget that even after months of their break-up, Jeongyeon is still TRYING to get over him. The man still has this soft spot in her heart which serves as Jeongyeon's weakness from him despite how she despises him from what he did to her.

With that, Nayeon needs to do better and continue to flip that disadvantage into advantage in order to be useful against YN's downfall.

"No need, I still got him kept on track." Nayeon said. "You're right, he was with Tzuyu yesterday. Fortunately she gave me a signal and that way I had to continue following him."

"And did you find anything suspicious?"

Nayeon looked at Jeongyeon's wondering gaze. She breathed deeply and gulped the saliva to her throat before responding.

"Getting there."

Although she detested lying to her friend, she made a mental promise to herself that she was going to tell what was true eventually, as for the time being this had nothing to do with Jeongyeon. On the other side, you parked your motorcycle next to the sidewalk in the interim. You got off and took off your helmet, bringing your personal items with you as you entered the bakery. The chimes chimed as the door opened, attracting the attention of the few individuals within.However, one woman in particular stood for a considerable amount of time staring at the man who had just entered the same room as her. As their eyes locked, a grin slowly appeared on her face.

It became wider when he fell in line and the more he gets closer, her blush became larger and eyes sparkled in front of him.

"Good morning, Mina." You grinned and said hello to the woman who actually owns this business. The more you pursue to intrigue her, the simpler it will be to get her drawn to you. You and Mina first met when her bakery became your go-to place whenever you wanted to have a sample of a fine, freshly baked bread across the street. The first time you discovered this place was when you pointed her location as your recommendation to Jeongyeon for the two of you to try some delicious baked goods to take home.

You led yourselves there with much pleasure. Although Jeongyeon was a stunning lady who accompanied you at the time, as soon as you walked into the bakery, it seemed as though you were drawn constantly and automatically to the alluring beauty of the cashier who was waiting to serve you and your ex-wife. Mina was so lovely. You were quite attached to her when you had the chance to get to know her better and started going to her store frequently. She remembered you as a regular customer because of something in her gentle voice, her melodious laugh, and her carefree smile.

And the more you two get to know yourselves more, you became even more comfortable to atleast try to test this woman with your ways of stealing her heart and making her fall in love with you as much as you are developing the same for her.

"Hey, YN!" Mina welcomed you. "Where have you've been these past few days? Didn't get to see you here."

"Ooohhh missed me already?" You teased her. Mina became shy and takes her eyes away at your sight.

"I-it's not like that, I was just c-curious." Mina reasoned out. "You know that with the most of the times I get to see you coming here, it'll make me feel strange to just suddenly not being able to spot your presence here."

You hummed and nodded, shrugging your shoulders. "Now that I'm here, are you happy now?" You smirked.

Mina giggled at your silliness. "You cheered up also my day more, YN."

"Good for me, because I always love to see your lovely smile, Mina." You reached for her cheeks and pinched it.

She pointed to the many bread and pastry varieties arranged on the glass shelf underneath you and asked, "Stop with the fluttering words, what do you wanna buy?" She got your favorite treats once you mentioned them, packaged them, and calculated the total price. You thanked her after paying and made a gesture to blow her a kiss before heading out of the store. Your kind gesture made the young girl's heart skip a beat, even though she had no idea that she would soon become just another victim of a love fraud.

Back on the current status of the mastermind, Nayeon reaches the place she spent hours monitoring by, which almost made her bored. Entering the place without the needed proper attire, she unbotheredly walked in and approached her next target.

"Hi, miss. Are you here for an class appointment or a simple workout?" The cashier entertains the newly arrived client.

"Oh, nothing. I just want to speak with the owner, please." Nayeon denied. She looked at one of the posters pasted of the wall and found an interesting name. "Ms. Hirai Momo."

"Uhm... sorry miss, but if you don't have any scheduled class with her, I'm afraid I can't allow you to meet her." The lady still didn't accepted her permission.

Nayeon's patience is being tested yet she remained calm, not wanting to cause a scene here especially that the lady is making sense anyway. She can't just come here and asked for a stranger who actively running an establishment as of the moment to engage in a conversation with her.

She sighed before speaking. "Is she currently here, if I may ask? Actually she's a friend of mine.", she said.

"Oh... I'm really sorry miss." The watchlady bowed down to apologize for restricting a close friend of her boss. "But... Ms. Hirai is not here right now and will not be visiting for today."

Nayeon oohed and gave a comprehensible nod. She was a little let down that after traveling this far, the person she wanted to speak with wasn't here. Nevertheless, she wasn't very impacted by it because of her desire and espionage. "Okay, I'll just ask her by myself. And also, don't tell her that I came here today, got it?"

The woman complied with her request. "Thank you."

Nayeon hurried back to her car after leaving the gym. In an instant, she turned on the engine and spun the wheels. "Alright, her home it is then."

She drived for almost less than an hour until she reached a street on Seoul where she spotted the familiar place she has recently been into. Nayeon went out of the car and stepped in front of the gate before pressing the doorbell.

"Who is it?" The occupant inside called through the talkie.

"Hello, is this is the house of Ms. Hirai Momo? I'm a friend of YN's. He told me to give something to you." Nayeon claimed.

"Ah okay, wait there a second please." Momo responded after. Nayeon just chuckled badly at her deceiving words.

She saw a front door opening, and there she was. Momo stepped out of the house and walked through the gate to open it. The two women stood face to face at each other for the first time.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt you on your time today, Ms. Hirai... but can I just speak with you personally for a moment?" Nayeon suggested. The Japanese woman was speechless as she stared at the unfamiliar face for a while before replying, with some doubts forming inside of her.

"S-sure, come in." She gestured her and gave her a way to pass through.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you by the way, I'm Nayeon." She offered her hand and Momo accepted it with a small smile.

"I'm Momo."

Together, they went into the home when she shut the gate. Momo led Nayeon into the living room and inquired about her preferences; Nayeon ignored her and assured her that their talk would be brief.

"So, you say you have something from YN that you want to give from me?" Momo responded.

Nayeon gave a nod. She prepared herself since she was going to tell this unaware woman about her major plan. "Yes, but let me clarify things first."

Momo was still unable to speak. "This wasn't directly given to me by him, but I assure you that what I have in me right now... was his own doing."

"What do you mean by that?" Momo knitted her brows, expressing confusion on Nayeon's choosing of words. She opened her phone and gave it to Momo. As the latter looks at it to know what the content was, she swear that she felt like her heart was about to lose its function to beat.

"W-what the fuck is this?" Momo slowly losing the volume of her voice, her lips shuddering followed by her hands that are gripping the sacred object presenting the painful truth on her. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just a generous friend who seeks vengeance for my beloved friend and for those who fell the same situation as her." Nayeon said. "And that includes, you. Momo."

"What are you talking about?!"

She threw the phone beside Nayeon's space in the couch. Momo stood up quickly in anger, creating a screeching sound on the chair she sat in.

Nayeon who didn't flinched, just matched Momo's level of intensity in her stare. "From the way you let me in to your house just by the mention of the name YN LN, I could take it that you knew him really well. Especially if i'm not mistaken... you two have something really fishy going on between yourselves."

Nayeon crossed her legs and continued to view Momo's widened eyes as she listens to this mysterious woman spitting all the revelations in front of her. "You may be asking yourself right now, how do I know about it. I have no choice but to admit, I've been keeping my eyes not only on him... but on you too."

"And why do you stick your nose on us? What do you want from us?!" Momo stomped in irritation.

"No, Momo. By the look of your face after what you saw, it should be what do I want from YOU."

Nayeon grabbed the phone and stood up to confront the emotional Momo. She presented the picture again featuring YN and Tzuyu kissing together in front of the clothing store Tzuyu works at. "Don't you still get it? I'm here to tell you that your man who is my friend's ex-husband is cheating with some other woman. THE SAME THING THAT SHE DID TO MY FRIEND AFTER HE LEFT HER BROKEN AND ALONE!"

Momo winced at Nayeon's scream close to her face, little did she know that the rage and anger that Nayeon is containing inside of her from YN is more terrifying and dangerous. "And fuck him for doing that to her! I even had to fly here back from States to take care of my friend because she needed it!"

"So don't you even dare to pull out any mercy or defense card against that cheating bitch because I swear to God, he never was sincere as you. He doesn't care at all even for you." Nayeon tells Momo. "He deserves nothing but little protection on his side, now that I'm coming for him. But ofcourse, I'm not gonna be like him, I'm not gonna be alone on this fight, because I'm bringing a backup with me."

She stepped forward to narrow her stare deeper on Momo's astounded display after learning your true colors.

"You have to join me on this one, Momo. Do this with me not only for Jeongyeon and Tzuyu... but for yourself too."

Momo finally whimpered and shed tears down across her face as she couldn't bear the aching feeling disturbing her both straight into her heart and mind. She is still in disbelief that you dared to include her on your dirty mind games and offensive tricks.

"This isn't true..." Momo shook her head rapidly. Her heart that was already became fond of his affection is fighting for denial just for the sake of her love. "He told me that he loved me..."

"He never truly did, unnie." Another feminine voice just interrupted whuch effectively stole Nayeon and Momo's attention. Sana who is at the stairs, sitting and has been watching their argument from the start after hearing loud voices coming from downstairs, heard everything they talked about.

"S-Sana?" Momo questionably called her.

Sana lowered her head in a mix of afraid and nervousness from what she's about to tell her long-time friend. "I was a victim of YN's mischief too, unnie."

Nayeon who didn't expect the sudden turn of events, took the turn to interrogate the new girl. "What did he do to you?"

A bit of a flashback when YN went to Momo's home, after some fun times they shared through most of the afternoon, Momo became tired and fell asleep on his lap.

Sana who was currently working on the bunch of records she has to encode as her job, took a short break by going down, filling up some cold water and taking some nice sweet dessert to regenerate herself on finishing her task.

After she finished drinking a refreshing water, she got taken aback when she felt YN nuzzled on her neck while hugging him from behind.

"You smell so good today, Sana. I missed your scent so much." He said as he took another huge sniff on her nape. "Did you just took a bath earlier?"

Sana turned around and slapped him on the face quickly. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Cmon, Sana really? We've been like this close for some time now and you're gonna act dumb on it?" He tried to reach her waist but Sana pushed him away.

"I know what you're trying to say, but I never wanted it and I never even gave you the rights to touch me freely like as if you own me." Sana retorted, with a slight grunt on her voice.

"Oh you will be mine, soon. Are you really gonna keep being feisty against me? I'm liking it more, you know?" He stepped forward, prompting Sana to lean back which only led to her front body to purse closer. "Makes you look hotter to me."

"Stop being ridiculous, for fuck's sake, YN!" Sana kicked him in the shin causing him to groan almost in the pain before shutting his mouth to avoid Momo from waking up. "Momo is in love with you, have some shame please!"

She just walked away from YN, leaving him glaring on her annoyingly. "And can you just please leave me alone and get out of here now. You can visit Momo unnie again tomorrow or else I'll force you out by myself."

At the end of her recollection, Sana looked apologetically at Momo who felt pity for her cousin being harassed by the man she thought her intentions for love was nothing but pure behind her back.

"And I want you to believe her because... I-I fell in love for him too, unnie." Sana seethed the pain from her chest. "But I never liked what he's doing to me because I know he already has you, unnie. It's not right. And I always want you to be happy ever since we were kids, you know that. That's why when I learn that you got him first, I just let it aside even if it'll hurt me."

Momo cried harder, as the guilt and her sympathy for her cousin grew. "So please, listen to me unnie. Don't let him just do this on you."

All three of them became silent after Momo repeatedly spoke 'I'm sorry' for her cousin who chose to sacrifice letting go of her feelings for the man she loves in order to let the person she cherish the most in her life continue to experience the happiness she's getting from the same man she would've love to receive from.

Sana choosing her over you as the more important option was nothing for Momo to be infuriated about on her cousin who is loving the same man she loves also. She was rather acknowledged her decision more. She has now realized that not only her, but her cousin was also just got manipulated by his fake personality.

"So, what are you gonna do, Momo? Would you still remain your side linked on the man who is just using you for his own desire or you will listen to your cousin who cared far better for you than him?" Nayeon set the options for Momo to pick.

"If your purpose of coming to us was to get back on him for playing on our feelings..."

"... then we're joining you" Momo finished Sana's words. Nayeon encapsulated a satisfied smirk at their right response, which provided an additional inclusion to her revengeful accomplices against YN's toxic and unforgivable ways. "He has to regret messing on our feelings like it was nothing."

Meanwhile, you went to the ground floor of your building to retrieve a key from one of the rooms at the conceirge to access it after finishing your lunch.

You were about to head out of the building to look for some meal to feast when the figure of Jeongyeon looking at your direction as she sits at one of the chairs on the waiting area caught your sight.

"Jeongyeon, hey!" You greeted her, almost impressed at yourself for not being awkward already on meeting her, probably due to your reestablished connection with her as a friends through her initiation. "You're back."

However, he was rather surprised that Jeongyeon is wearing a sullen mood, her lips are pouting at his approach. "Hey."

"What's wrong? You look so down. Is there a problem?"

He then got hit by her bag as she glared madly at him. "You really forget about what we agreed on yesterday, don't you?"

"O-oh wait, no!" You denied, adding some hand gestures to emphasize your reaction. "Ofcourse I don't, how would I be?"

"Then why didn't you showed up?" Jeongyeon rolled her eyes. "You never changed. You really can't be tr-"

"Wait look, my girlfriend needed me more okay?" You stated your reason. Jeongyeon felt a pang on her chest at the mention of Tzuyu, dragging her mood even lower, as if it was unnecessary. "She needed me to take care of her because she didn't really feel good after leaving her work."

"Ahh... I see... okay. I understand." Jeongyeon faked a smile and nodded. "I mean, it's your girl. Her priority is more important than me who is nothing but on-"

"I was about to message you but I noticed that you blocked me in every contacts that we used to have." You added, stopping Jeongyeon from her drama. She paused and then realized her own mistake. "So I didn't get a chance to inform you, well thankfully you're here to let me to tell you personally."

"O-oh, is that so?" Jeongyeon said with a sheepish chuckle. "I-I'm sorry. I forgot to unblock you. I guess I also forgot on my part."

You just laughed and shook at how hilarious the coincidence that just occurred. "It's fine. But can you forgive me now too?"

Jeongyeon was about to speak but she sensed some bit of a hidden message there, creating some trouble within herself. She is compelled to say it but something is also pulling her back from doing it. Perhaps it's simply her tendency to overthink things, but there was a clear reason why the word he just spoke became sensitive to her as well. She observed you again, and her face shifted to a bland demeanor when she had intepreted that it's still not for the one thing she's hoping to have from him. Jeongyeon guessed it'll take her more than that to qualify his sincerity for the casualties she had cost.

"Jeongyeon, you're alright?" You checked up on her as you noticed she got lost on her deep thoughts again.

Snapping out of her trances, she blinked rapidly and faced you again. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. You're going to eat right?"

"Yeah. It's my break now."

"Then I'm joining you, if you mind?"

You smiled at Jeongyeon's insist. "Sure. Let me pick some place for us."

After successfully visiting a restaurant, you and Jeongyeon ordered your foods and to your kindness, you persuaded that you'll be paying Jeongyeon's bill in which she declined at first but only ended up letting you as you also didn't allow her to reject your offer.

You two had a very comfortable and lively lunch, partnered with some engaging conversation about your recent happenings in life, while proceeding to exclude what happened to the two of you in the past.

In turn, you couldn't help but notice the strength and grace with which Jeongyeon had moved forward in her life. Her charming and alluring beauty that was used to hook your feelings on her, you couldn't deny that it never failed to do you so. It's starting to create statics of clips from some of your memories of her where your mood and your adoration for her gets uplifted simultaneously whenever you see this wonderful view of her.

In relief, the waiter distracted your reminiscence of Jeongyeon that is almost getting on your feelings again, passing the receipt of your ordered foods before you gave your payment.

Leaving the restaurant with Jeongyeon after finishing your lunch with her, you and her returned to your workplace. "Thanks for paying for my meal, YN."

"No problem, it's my way of catching up to you." You said. Jeongyeon appreciated the thoughtfulness.

"Well, I have to go now. I still have somewhere to go, I just came here to remind about our supposed meetup yesterday." Jeongyeon excused herself.

"Oh okay, be safe on the road Jeongyeon." You understand, nodding softly and smiling at her. "Goodbye and thanks for the time!"

"You too, YN." Jeongyeon waved her hand at you, but instead you returned the gesture by wrapping her around on your embrance, sending undescribable sensation tingling around her body. "I-it's really good to have you back, Jeong.", you remarked about the redefinition of your relationship with her. Jeongyeon listened, her heart surprisingly softened as she heard the tenderness in his voice.

Now that you disappeared in front of her and entered the building again, that left Jeongyeon to be stunned once again at your heartful and cheerful action, she sighed deeply and clenched her fists at how tough it is again to resist the glimpse of your old being while knowing the bitter truth of it that you still haven't changed, leading yourself astray.

She watched your back distancing away from her, breathing gets heavier as a result of a familiar longing feeling increasing, having her saddened at your lunch that brings her back to that particular time in the past when she had her first date with you and those other numerous times you had to take her outside before, almost giving the same vibes in comparison.

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