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[amagellaniccloud]

Yandere Ghost x Reader

I originally wanted this as a one-shot but, now it is a short series. I never thought I'd be into the Yandere thing but I got into it after listening to Lana del Rey.

I tried to make this as GN as possible, if I missed something please let me know y'all <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This series will contain sexually explicit content. If you are a Minor please respect this rule and scroll past and DO NOT ENGAGE WITH NSFW POSTS.

⚠ Warnings ⚠

Stalking, Severe Anxiety, Drugging.

I'll add more warnings as the series progresses

Fic under the Cut

Everyone always talked about that specific feeling, y'know the one, when it feels like you're being watched. You get and endless waves of goosebumps because of it, your brain starts running at 100 miles per hour, every little sound, the snap of a twig, a crack of a soda can, the whistling of the rusted street lamps, puts you on high alert and makes you snap your head back to see if you're clear from danger.

Well, that is exactly what you are feeling right now. You had been feeling this for a week straight. Whenever you would go to work, the store, etc. there would always be that lingering sense of someone's eyes on you. Now it's even worse, even if you go out in your yard, or go to check the mail you'd get that same feeling.

You had brought this concern up to the authorities but, they didn't do much. You thought that maybe you were just imagining it. However, your suspicion of being stalked was yesterday. You had been applying for a new job and had just gotten accepted, today was your first day. When you got home from work that day, a letter was slipped between the crack of your front door.

Congratulations on the new job! Hope this one's better than the last one. █████ █████ was a real bitch, huh, good thing you won't have to deal with him anymore <3

You bolted inside as soon as you read the contents of the letter. This was it, you were gonna die, This person knew where you lived. You just went and sat on the couch, trying to process the situation.

It turned your stomach, it felt like your intestines were rearranging themselves, and, your heartbeat got even slower, and was squeezing inside of yourself with every passing minute.

You were sweaty, so sweaty that your palms had soaked the letter, now the contents of it barely legible.

You decided to crumple up the letter and throw it away, it needed to get out of your sight. You decided to put on some music and go do work around the house, it would be distracting, you thought. You just needed anything to get your mind off of that letter.

It was the next day, you were running on nothing but caffeine. That night, it was as if your body and mind had forgotten how sleep worked. You just could not fall asleep.

You had put on music in your room to get rid of your poisoning thoughts, but every time the music faded, there was silence. A silence so loud that you thought that the clothes on the chair was a man standing in the corner of your room. That caused you to turn on the lights in your room and just lay on your bed, with your eyes wide open.

Maybe it is something that'll just fade with time. The fear instilled within you caused you to not even pay attention in the work meeting and you had to ask your co-workers about it. The work was….. nice. There were people around you, it wasn't loud, but it wasn't silent there. For the First time in almost two weeks, you felt safe.

You decided to do overtime. It would provide you with the sense of security you were oh-soo longing for. You had even gotten in a 45-minute nap. However, all good things must come to an end. You needed to go home. The place you'd never thought you'd dread so much after your teens.

The drive was long, or, it felt long. You stopped at a gas station to buy some beer or maybe a cigarette. The other person shopping in the store caught your eye though. He looked, hot. He was tall, muscular, and had a tattoo sleeve done. You said a simple good evening to him, he replied with the same and went on your merry way. He was really good looking but now's not the time to chase after men, after all, a man may very well be chasing after you right now.

You shook your head as you shivered at that thought. You needed to go home and eat, caffeine isn't gonna last you forever. When you stepped inside your house, you smelt something from the kitchen. It smelled like a freshly baked pizza and made your stomach growl. You were so hungry that you were smelling things that weren't there….. or, were you?.

You went into the kitchen and found exactly that. A Freshly Baked Pizza. Beside it was a note that read;

You shouldn't work overtime on your second day, you'll get burned out. Here, I made something especially for you. Now eat up ok? I didn't see you pack any lunch so you must be starving. <3

No. No no. No NO NO. As you fearfully baked away from that wretched food you bumped into the wall. Or was it a wall?

In what felt like an instant. A large hand grabbed your shoulder and another hand put a cloth over your mouth. You fought against the person holding you, this is not how you wanted to die, but no matter how hard you fought, the person didn't budge. You were starting to lose feeling in your limbs and your eyes were starting to shut on their own. You tried to get one punch in, as a last-ditch effort to be free, but you weren't able to do anything.

The last that you saw was a familiar blonde man, he looked eerily similar to the one at the gas station. You wanted to speak, yell something but couldn't. As your vision got blurry, you couldn't fight anymore and your eyes closed shut. Maybe they'll never open and then you won't have to face the reality that's waiting for you…

[em1e]

⠀ ⠀ ༝ i hate you for what you did, and i miss you like a little kid.

⠀ 一虎 // MOTION SICKNESS ⠀ ༝ ༝ kazutora hanemiya ⠀ ༝ ༝ 2.3k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst + valhalla spoilers + IM SORRY ! ⠀ — he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own.

january 16, 2000 

baji and kazutora were constants in your life. 

being neighbors with baji left you trailing behind him like a puppy, and the idea of having someone as kind as you by his side made him happy - so despite his complaints and the bickering that always ensued between the two of you, he decided to keep you tucked away like a secret. 

and when he introduces you to kazutora, it’s another warm friendship melting easily with the first. 

and the three of you form an unbreakable bond, with the promise to always help each other when in need. kazutora would spend more time in your house than his own, and your parents take him in easily. it’s a taste of love he’s never felt, and when he lays on your bedroom floor next to a sleeping baji, he finds it hard to fall asleep with that feeling swelling deep in his chest and taking root under his heart. 

august 22, 2003 

it’s baji who comes to your door late one night. who else, when his other half is in juvie as he tells you. 

you break into a sob at the news, and it’s baji who holds you with apologies falling off of his lips as if somehow he’s to blame for it all. 

he holds you until you wear yourself out, and stays with you when you beg him to through tears. another promise it made there, to never leave one another behind, and it’s a promise you intend to hold kazutora to once he’s released. 

baji rubs your back until you’re asleep, and he wonders if there was something he could’ve done to avoid this heartache; from seeing his friend carted away in handcuffs, from seeing you cry. he wishes he could go back, just for a moment, to change this outcome. 

september 12, 2004

you wrote to kazutora when you could, but never received any replies. baji caught you once in the middle of you preparing a life update, snatching the paper from your desk and holding it above your head when you reached for it. 

“give it back, baji!” 

he stands on his toes to keep it out of your grasp, and chifuyu grumbles from your floor something about that not being the study sheet we’re working on. 

“what’s this, a love letter?” he snorts, squinting to read the letters, “‘happy birthday kazu! baji and i miss you lots, even if he won’t say it outloud-’.” 

you stomp on his foot and snatch the letter away when he slouches in pain, glaring at him, “you’re such a dick sometimes.” 

“he never writes you back, i don’t know why you keep sending those.” baji huffed out, sitting on the floor beside chifuyu, “he probably doesn’t even get them.” 

“what does it matter,” you roll your eyes, placing the paper in a folder and leaving it on your desk, exchanging it for the aforementioned study sheet, “s’not like it’s anything to do with you anyways.” 

“it does,” he argues, despite the glare you send him, “my name is very clearly mentioned.” 

“i just don’t want him to think we’ve forgotten about him or don’t care about him.” you say finally, and the way your gaze falls on him leaves him looking away with a small fine, whatever. 

the tension that remains bleeds from the air and crawls under your skin, but chifuyu clears his throat and flips through the first few pages of the worksheet with a hum, “what the fuck is hydrolysis?” and that is enough to clear the air.  

october 20, 2005

two years pass and not a single letter is returned. 

some days you wonder if you should call the center, ask if maybe there was something wrong with what you’re putting in them as if that could be the reason he isn’t getting them, but the fear of knowing that not being the reason he won’t reply frightens you beyond belief. you want to ask the post office if there’s any way all one-hundred and six letters could have been lost in the mail or sent to the wrong place, but you’re all-too aware of the return address being labeled as your home. 

instead, you settle with the unknown. there’s no getting hurt that way, no way of truly finding out if he was ignoring you for all of two years. 

it’s not until you bump shoulders with a stranger outside of the market that you get to piece things together. you’d recognize that tiger tattoo from anywhere. 

“‘tora?” 

the bags you’re holding almost slip from your grasp, scrambling to free a hand to grab at his elbow and turn him around. he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own. you swallow dryly. 

“when- when’d you get out?” 

he tilts his head at you, earring chiming from the movement, “last week. thought baji would’ve told you.” 

“me too . . .” you’re hurt by the admission, he can tell. you clear your throat, “the letters i sent - did you ever get them?” 

“i did.” 

the confession is enough to break what little resolve you have, frowning, “unable to reply, or . .?”

“didn’t see the need, “ he hums out, straightening with a smile when he looks behind you. a glance over your shoulder and you see baji, sharp toothed grin faltering when his eyes find you. 

“what a nice reunion,” baji settles for when he finds himself standing beside kazutora, patting your head before wrapping an arm around kazutora’s shoulders, “should’ve planned a picnic or somethin’.” 

you shove at baji’s shoulder half heartedly, “why didn't you tell me kazu was released, you asshole. and what happened to your knuckles?”

he jerks his hand from your grasp when you grab for it, ignoring the hurt you hold in the furrow of your brow at his reaction. 

“huh? must’ve slipped my mind,” he pulls on kazutora’s shoulder, forcing him to turn, “anyways, we gotta go! have plans we just can’t miss.” he gives a wave as he walks away, kazutora in tow. 

you come home that night to a message from baji. barely able to finish reading it through your tears, but you’re able to get the basic understanding. 

kazutora and i decided we’re on different paths in life, so we’re cutting you out. 

the promise to stay together breaks apart by the seams with each tear that falls down your cheeks. kazutora never replied to your letters, didn’t even bother to look for you after he got out, and baji’s being ripped from your grasp. it feels like every piece of yourself you’ve been holding onto for the past two years is being brutally torn away from you with each second that passes, and for the first time in your life, there is no one there to help you hold it all together. 

november 3, 2005

you’d been planning his birthday for weeks before the actual date. despite the message he sent to you previously, you’d continued to prepare for something, even if he wouldn’t show up. 

except, that’s not the reason he doesn’t come. 

it’s chifuyu now, who distributes the bad news to you with a frown, and you want to tear down each decoration you’ve put around your home as if that’d undo the words that have left his lips. 

and when you crumble to the floor, it’s chifuyu who comforts you in a way that’s all too familiar, but never the same as before. you’d never feel that comfort again, nor the warmth that'd surround baji like a fire. you have to pry the details out of him, beg for anything he’s willing to give. how did it happen. was it painless. did he suffer. did he cry. who started it.

he answers to the best of his ability through his own tears, explaining kazutora stabbed him first but baji delivered the final blow to himself, and those words leave you folding in on yourself even more.

“kazutora’s in jail now for that, will be for ten years.” 

it’s like each new addition to the story is you taking punch after punch, and chifuyu is glad that little bit of information is last on his list - unsure if you can take anymore hits. you’re practically gasping for air by the end of it, and with some effort, chifuyu is forcing you to sit up, forcing you to take a second and just breathe. 

he only goes home when the reality of it all has settled, leaving you hollow sitting on your bed. on numb legs, you stand and walk to your desk, ripping out a page from your notebook to hastily write. 

i hate you, kazutora. i want you and baji back and i hate you for taking him away from me. i hate you and i miss you and you’re the worst

the words blur together, ink bleeding into blobs as your tears fall onto the paper. you crumble up the page and throw it across the room with a sniff, unable to believe what you’ve written. 

july 05, 2015

your brows furrow at the sound of knocking on your door. chifuyu told you he’d be an hour late to your hangout, stuck organizing a shipment that came early he’d told you over the phone, but the sound of knocking again proves he’s a liar. 

“you don’t have to knock if i know you’re coming-” you start as you pull the door open, only to stop when it’s not chifuyu behind it. 

kazutora stares at you, and it’s still those same wide eyes as he takes you in. there’s no blonde left in his hair, you note dully, and he’s gotten taller. you’re practically frozen in place by his appearance on your doorstep. 

“hi.” he breathes out finally, offering a bouquet you hadn’t even realized he was holding, and his lip quivers when you hesitate to take it. 

you clear your throat, “when . . . when did you get out?” you look down at the flowers to avoid looking at him and god he could break down right here. the smell of your home comes off in waves, clawing at the deepest parts of him and settling with the reminder of childhood. he wants to bottle it up, breathe it in for the rest of his life to keep those memories forever. 

“few days ago. ‘fuyu picked me up.” 

you pull your lip between your teeth, a nasty habit he remembers when you were young, before you’re taking a step back so he can enter your home. he does so slowly, as if any sudden movement could startle you away from him. he’s almost certain it would. 

“was waiting on him,” you mumble out, finally looking at him, “‘fuyu.” you’re unsure why you clarify, but he nods nonetheless. 

“he told me.” 

silence fills the air again, neither of you wanting to break what fragility remains on your shoulders, until kazutora moves to dig through the bag he’s brought with him. you eye him warily, still very unsure of what to make of it all, when he pulls out a folder filled with stacks of papers. 

he offers it to you, and you take it with less hesitation than before, trading it with him for the bouquet so you can open it properly. 

august 30, 2003

dear kazutora, 

kazutora watches as your eyes widen while they dance across the paper, immediately beginning to flip through each of the worn pages as if the rest of the stack could be fake, before you meet his gaze. 

“are these . . ?” 

“i kept them all.” he explains softly, trying so so hard to read your expression. 

and when you throw yourself into his arms, almost crushing the flowers between the two of you, he’s stunned. 

he holds you when your knees buckle, and carefully eases the two of you to the ground. holds you when your tears stain his shirt, and holds you even tighter as apologies fall from his lips. for baji, for not caring enough, for not righting his wrong when he should’ve. for not writing you back. 

as he breathes you in, he realizes how familiar this feels, how familiar you are, and suddenly he’s back to being a stupid thirteen year old with an even stupider adoration for you. he’s scared he’s squeezing you too tight, but you’re holding him like he’s your last lifeline and it takes all of him not to do the same. 

“i don't want to be like baji and not tell you how much i missed you.” he whispers, and it has a small laugh leaving your lips. a sound he hasn’t heard in so fucking long, it’s all he want to hear for as long as he’s alive. 

“i forgive you,” you say softly, when the tears finally subside and your grip on one another lessens enough for you to be able to lean away and look at him, “forgive you for baji and not caring and not writing me back.” 

the remission is enough to have him fighting back his own tears, and when you brush a strand of hair from his face to cup his cheek softly, it breaks what little resolve he has left. then it’s you taking him back into your arms, holding him as gently as you can as the assurances pass your lips as something so sweet and soft and everything he has ever missed in the last twelve years sits cradled in his arms. 

there’s something so sickly sweet about it all that has chifuyu wishing he would’ve been a little more precarious while putting everything away at the shop - regrettably ruining the moment when he stumbles into your house with beers and yakisoba.

[willyoubemycherryy]

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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤🜚ミ★𖤐✬.• 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨✊🏽, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈...“

You honestly don’t know how he let people try him.

Tiger doesn’t even look like the pushover type. Tattoos, wild green hair, stoic face and stone jawline, 6 foot fucking 2, ripped jeans and muscle tees. He rarely even looked approachable. Punk rock and pissed off.

But… turns out he’s a sweetheart. Gentle eskimo kisses, slow kisses, helpful with the most menial tasks. Plus the adoring way he looks at you, to how tender and calmly he treats you; even when you’re upset…so it pisses you off when you see short, half court hairline, bald spot eyebrow ugglies talking down to him.

Like now when you look up from your seat in the car, waiting for him to come out of the gas station just to see some dirty old crypt keeper yelling in his face while your poor sweet darling Tiger just nods and looks uncomfortable. You do not hesitate to get out the car and march over there in your Chanel heels to stomp on fucking business bitch.

Tiger hears a door slam and looks up. Paling once he sees that it’s you…and that you do not look happy. He knows how this is going to end before it even starts as you stand in front of him, pushing the angry man back with one of your pretty manicured fingers.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?! Because I KNOOOOW it’s not him!” You’re yelling off the bat and the man is red in the face as he yells back,

“So what if I am! He needs to learn how to apologize after he bumps into people!”

Oh bitch.

“Are the people in the room with us??? Because all I see in front of me is the ghost of Father Time’s ashes.” Tiger bites his lip to stifle the laugh that bubbles up at your jab. Feisty as ever.

“Why you prissy little bit-“, you cut him off before he can even attempt to try it.

“Even if he completely knocked your ass over, he wouldn’t have to apologize for SHIT but I’ll tell you what,” voice low, blood hot, rushing so fast you look downright murderous as you stand chest to chest with the man.

“Talk to him like that again…and I’ll kick your nuts so far up your asshole that they’ll be acorns when they come out your mouth. I’ll turn you and every witness around into stains and mail them to your wife and kids.” He gulps at the dead look on your face and quickly shifts his eyes to Tiger.

“So, apologize right now and walk away from us before I decide to really rock your world.” You feel Tiger stiffen at the same time the asshole does before he mumbles a swift apology, he’s jumping into his car and peels off just as fast.

Grabbing Tiger’s hand you lead him to the car, to your door so he can open it and after he gets in himself, he looks at you. Amused.

“You’re a little bully? Y’know that?”, chuckling at you as you pout.

“You don’t always need to come to my rescue. Some people are just assholes and that’s okay”. He mumbles, pulling you from your seat to straddle his lap.

You roll your eyes before you lean down to kiss him languidly. Capturing his top lip between yours then his bottom lip, both your lips alternating with light sucks and you tilt your head and lick the seam of his mouth, making him moan as your tongues caress each other. Warm puffs of air wash over your faces as you kiss him senseless.

Heat licks up your body, a wet moan bursting out when you feel him aggressively suck on your tongue, his hand on the back of your head holding you in place. Reaching up you pull lightly at his hair until he breaks away with a smack and you peck his lips a few more times to calm down.

“Some people are assholes, you’re right. But if they think they can be an asshole to you on my watch? They’re dead wrong.” panting against his mouth as you give him your verdict.

“Now, let’s go home,” you whisper against his lips.

“I’m wet”.

Grinding down on him for emphasis then swinging back down to your seat to watch his reaction.

Tiger looks down at where you were previously sat and notices the dark spot on his jeans, and looking back at you pupils completely blown.

“Oh fuck”, he groans. Hissing when you start palming him through his ripped jeans.

Squealing as Tiger speeds off so fast he almost leaves the tires.

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🚨 ⚠ Warning! ⚠ I'm going to talk more about the Hazbin Hotel leaks! 🚨

After knowing who owns Alastor's soul, I think someone also owns Rosie and I think it's Roo. She's associated with chains and eye balls. Eyes are the window of the soul and she's the root of all evil so the overlords started because of Roo and the chains all led up to Roo. Plus, it's like Roo is watching everybody's moves and making sure they don't fuck up. Rosie probably asked to be the most powerful person in hell like Alastor did and Roo gave Rosie some of her powers and allowed her to give it to people Roo herself thought was worthy of it. In Rose's audition sheet says that everybody in hell owes her a favor. Plus, it's strange that Rosie and all of cannibal town don't have eyes? Maybe Roo ate all of their eyes after Rosie sold her soul to her? They are nothing but empty husks like dolls. ( I also think Rosie was a cult leader and everybody in cannibal town was in her cult, then when they were about to get caught, they drank poison wine or something. ) Plus, why is Rosie forcing Alastor to help with the hotel and watch over Charlie? I think Roo made a deal with Lilith too and Lilith requested to have someone watch over Charlie and her hotel after Charlie left her a voice mail because why would Roo care about Charlie? Lilith probably messaged Roo and Roo probably ordered Rosie to have someone watch over Charlie and her hotel. Lilith and Roo both probably want to get revenge on Heaven and Roo told Lilith to be patient and watch over heaven for her until she says it's time.

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nanami has you bouncing on his cock while his eyes are trained on the pretty necklace he just bought for you, dangling around your flushed, marked up neck!

it definitely has his initials on it! the pretty k and n just bouncing with you with each lift of your hips against his cock. It looks so pretty by the love bites he’s left on your skin and it makes his head spin. Seeing his initials on you probably makes him grab a hold of your hips to slam them down harder. He plants his feet on the ground and holds you still while he thrusts up into you to hear the charms cling against each other. It’s his second favorite sound next to your whines that escape your lips each time his cock nudges up against that special spot. Nanami would go absolutely insane seeing you with his initials <3

[selineram3421]

🚧Under construction🚧

Paparazzi🕸

Prologue

Romantic: Angel Dust X Reader

From: Paparazzi Headcanons

Warning! ⚠

⚠ implied/suggestive, paparazzi being creeps, reporters, social media stalking/harassment, Valentino being a bitch, outraged fans, blood, descriptive injuries, murder spree ⚠

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"Hey!", you greet your boyfriend, sprinting over with a grin. "How was your day?"

"Same old shit. I stole some guy's wallet though!", he says and lifts it up, pulling you close with one of his lower arms and walking.

"Anything good in there?", you ask and walk with him.

"Kinda? I mean, there was a condom and two hundred bucks.", the spider demon shrugs and puts the wallet away.

Angel Dust.

One of Hell's most famous porn stars and your boyfriend.

You've been with him for a good while now. Meeting his friend Cherri Bomb and also participating in whatever the two got into sometimes. Dating was a blast, but you had to keep it on the down-low. With him being a star came paparazzi, and he didn't want you mixed up in that mess.

"What do you wanna do tonight? Wanna watch Hellflix and chill?", Angel asks you.

"That sounds good, let's do it.", you agree and take out your hellphone. "Want take-out? I'll order something."

"Hell yeah! Can we get burritos?", he says and leans over to look at your phone.

"Sure Fluff-ti.", you say and scroll to look for your favorite burrito place.

What you two didn't notice was the demon following you since Angel got out of the club.

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Currently you both were "watching" a movie. Hours had passed since dinner and now it was just some time for the two of you, Fat Nuggets was asleep.

"Damn it Angel, you're too pretty for Hell.", you say in between kisses.

"Shouldn't I be doin' the sweet talkin'?", Angel asks, holding you closer.

Then there's an odd sound, making you pause.

"What was that?", you ask and look around.

"Probably the movie.", he says, pulling you for more.

There's another noise, like metal and you sit up, finding a light coming from the front door.

"What the hell? Why is the mail slot open?", you say and squint to figure out why.

A second later you jump up and cover yourself with a robe before rushing over to the door. Pulling it open, you Sparta kick a demon in a face and their back hits the wall across.

"Fuck off you creep!", you yell.

"Ack! You piece of shit! You broke my nose!", the demon cries out, holding their bleeding nose.

"I'll break more than that if you don't leave.", you threaten.

"No you would-", they start.

"One.", you start counting down. "Two.."

The demon scrambles getting up and runs down the alleyway.

"You ok hun?", Angel says from behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck and waist.

"I'm fine, but someone was looking through the mail slot.", you say and both of you head back inside, closing the door.

"I can't keep count how many times that's happened.", he says with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.

You make sure its locked and hug the spider demon, burying your face in his fluffy chest.

"Sounds like a nightmare.", your voice is muffled.

"Let's go back to bed.", he says with a certain tone.

Movie had finished a while ago.

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You know that invisible pressure you get when being watched? That feeling like someone is just around the corner or in the shadows?

Yeah, that's been going on for two weeks now.

Angel thought you meant the usual stares he got from others but then there were demons sitting in cars for hours across the apartment.

Feeling a hint of paranoia, you wrote down all the license plates of the cars that stayed a little too long or any that seemed to follow you when outside.

Eventually you start having a panic attack, working on autopilot when packing an emergency bag.

Angel finds you pacing.

"Hey, whoa! Calm down babe.", he stops you with a hug and rubs your back. "You're ok, you're ok.", he whispers.

"Three cars followed me today. They were recording.", you tell him, hands clutched onto his top. "I don't wanna go through that again. Not again-", you mutter, remembering being in a similar situation when you were alive.

"Shh, shh..", he holds you tighter. "Its ok."

He makes a call to Cherri to help out get rid of them.

But its too late as all hell breaks loose when an article with pictures of you and Angel comes out.

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Listening to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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MAGIC FOOD (ONE SHOT)

Lee know × Fem reader

⚠Genre⚠: Fluff, Angst, sweet love, husband material Lee knowwwww! Man who cooks is golden😌should I include smut? 🤔

Synopsis: Y/n a workaholic, has issues with eating, and Lee know seems to be the answer to it.

(A/n: This ff isn't written to hurt anyones feelings or to be taken personally. Just purely based on a fictional approach).

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The clock ticking, silence ringing and the distant city swarm. All seemed to be clouding her brain, as sweat started pooling at her temples. Simple bread toast made her queasy. Picking on her food as nothing seemed to tinkle her taste buds. Pushing away her plate, Y/n leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

Sigh~

Her phone chimed. Byulie, her work bestie texts started flooding her notifications. She is badass to everyone around but a total sweet heart to y/n. How did she befriend her?

"Heyyyyy! Our team has arranged a luncheon this Saturday at this new famous restaurant. I looked it up and it's so classy. Sooooo, I really really REALLY need you to come"

"No can do"

Tossing her phone to the side, y/n ran her fingers through her dark wavy locks. Food really became her enemy. Not to long ago, at first y/n was teased for being a bit plumpy, later her work took a toll on her appetite. Wanting to be perfect, wanting to not disappoint her peers, y/n simply found food an unnecessary waste of time. Still, one needs energy to work. Simply dumping down few bites provided her the strength to work. But this wasn't healthy at all.

Picking up her plate, silently pushing down the toast to the trash. Washing up the only dish, Y/n evaded her study. Continuing her work routine, searching, typing, printing and clarification calls. This went on till 2AM. Finally, sending everything to be done, y/n crashed into her bed. Tire sinking away.

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Skipping breakfast to avoid someone, who might eventually convince her for the luncheon. Grabbing a plain milk carton, Y/n settled at her work desk, stretching out to start her day. Typing continues...

"Y/n-ieee~" Voice cooed softly from the back. Y/n froze, slowly turning to face her friend... Not interested.... Again faced her computer. "You cannot ignore me forever, we literally work for the same company"

"Uh huh" Y/n continued clacking at her keyboard.

"Listen, this luncheon is just to branch out, make more friends-"

"I have you and I'm very much happy" Y/n smiled half hearted at Byulie.

"Not convincing... Look, I know you don't like... Eating. But, sometimes you just need to give some things a try" Byulie whispered. Sound of the copier dissolved her voice completely. Y/n went still.

"•••" Byulie eyed the still sealed carton of plain milk. This girl

"Did you contact the doctor I recommended?"

"I don't have time"

"Then make time... You know what I'm not talking to you... EVER!...Hu" Byulie shot storming off, everyone peeking from their table.

Haizz~

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Packing up her things, Byulie's voice echoed about the luncheon.

'It's just a luncheon. I'll just say that I'm on strict diet'

Better not lose a friend over a simple luncheon. Checking her notifications, she realised that Byulie had blocked y/n. Childish.

Walking out the building, sudden pang of steamed food filled the air. Y/n crinkled her nose and turned to see where it came from. A small stall crowded with people of all ages, laughing all pleased with their food. Shaking her head, y/n made her to the parking space to find her car.

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Saturday morning the alarm blared at 8AM. Y/n sunk into the sheets groaning, patting the side table to find her phone.

Morning routines followed by checking and replying to important mails, freshening up and again going through her mail that she replied earlier. Finally, Y/n stood in front of her closest, debating on whether she should really go. Well yes Byulie is important. Instantly swinging the door open... It hit her. What is the occasion? Is it formal, party or casual. Y/n couldn't ask her friend since she has been.... Blocked. Falling back into her bed with a tiny jump, Y/n wanted to scream.

One last time, going through her closet to find anything that fit all the description. Exactly after 50mins, Y/n found a light yellow dress, simply formal, can also be worn for a party, casual material. Pairing it will tiny shiny earrings, cute bracelet watch and styled her hair that it cascaded over her shoulders, but pinned at the back.

Already 11pm, Y/n quickly wore block heels and set out to get into her car. Searching for the cat restaurant and she instantly got the results. It seemed to be very famous, mainly amongst woman. Y/n scoffed, pulsing her car to come alive. The place wasn't much far from where she lived, just 10mins by car.

Reaching the location, Y/n instantly gasped, the place was loaded with people. Huge trail of cars waiting to get in. Super, second fear of crowded places triggered. After few minutes y/n surprisingly found a parking space. Because of the place being super huge.

Breathe in... Breathe out.

Y/n got out and passed the attached cat cafe, cute furry felines playing and sleeping in their own space. The place made her surprisingly feel at peace.

"Y/n-ieee~" Byulie ran and pounced into a hug. Y/n almost tumbled back.

"Haizz... If you do this one more time I'll block you for sure" Y/n eyed the cats at the same time.

"Fine... Now, you look so pretty, Let's go" Tugging on her arm, both made their way to the restaurant. As much as it was fancy from the outside, their was no words to explain the interiors. Comfortable yet classic wooden design. A huge bar at the far end, people with all satisfied faces enjoying their food.

The company crowd stationed at the inner most tables right where the bar functioned.

"Byulie, I won't drink or eat. I'm going to say that it's a strict diet"

"Your really going to ruin your health at this rate" Settled next to each other as everyone started talking about the projects and personal life. Y/n felt left out, until few people tried striking a conversation but failed.

Everyone ordered various of dishes that y/n hasn't even heard of. The conversations continued when suddenly a waiter boy came over.

"Ma'am, are you sure you don't want to order anything?" Y/n was dumbfounded. The boy kept glancing at the back. Was he new?

"Uh... Yeah" Smiling softly to not hurt his feelings.

"O-okay, Thank you ma'am" Quickly bowing the boy left.

The food started to be served one by one. All 'wow' and clicking of the camera circled. People around seemed so enchanted by the food that she found lacking in her. Yet y/n found everything not so bad, taking out her phone to just go through her progress when-

Everyone started quieting down, the girls all gasped, Y/n still engraved in her phone.

"Good afternoon everyone" A soft sweet voice that seemed both safe and dangerous. Y/n unbothered. "Does the taste meet all of your expectations?"

"Yes, everything tastes amazing" Girls giggled as thet teased.

"Excuse me?" Byulie nudged y/n softly, breaking her away from her phone.

"Sorry what-" Whipping her head to the Man, y/n was stunned. Now she knows why this place was popular among woman. The man who stood in front was literally Gods favorite. Perfect pink lips, sharp nose aligned with two cat like eyes. Hair falling effortlessly over his forehead hooding his gaze. The man stared right into her soul.

"It seems you didn't order anything" He softly spoke like he caressed each word with care.

"Um... I-I'm on a strict diet. But everything here looks good" She said averting her eyes to anywhere but him.

"Thank you. But please do visit again. Your missing out some good food"

"I think since, the chef personally came over to ask. Why don't you try a small portion of his food" Y/n looked at Byulie in betrayal.

"Don't have to force her. But I know something that will suit your taste"

"Do you know my taste?" Y/n blurted out, the man raised eyebrows surprised. Everyone around murmured. The man leaned forward as she stared at her hands. His face just inches away from her ears. Y/n face started burn like fire.

"Try me" He softly said just for her to hear. Immediately the man walked away into the kitchen.

"W-why would you do that? " Y/n shot at Byulie, who continued eating her dish.

"You've been teased girl, your red as this tomato. I'm sure your not thinking straight. So, welcome for helping" Byulie showed her gratitude. Y/n leaned back in her seat, rubbing her hands on her thighs.

Just in minutes, the dish was served, a bowl of nutritious stuff like, vegetables, meat, balance of flour. The dish seemed colorful and personally brought out by the chef, not bad. Even after cooking this his attire seemed to not have a single stain. How does he manage serving everyone without flaw. Staring at the dish, y/n wasn't interested at all. Like 0%. But she can't complain, the man barely knows her and is doing this for the business.

"Thank you" Y/n said waiting for him to leave so she could shove the content, into Byulie's plate.

"I'm sorry. I can't leave till I get your feedback" Unbelievable. Well he wasn't kidding, picking up a spoon, the cold metal felt numbing against her sweaty hands. Scooping up half a spoon, Y/n bit at the end of the spoon, pieces of meet and veggies landing on her taste buds.

Gasp*

Y/n eye's widened at the taste, finally she could feel the flavours. Simple dish but burst of divinity spread through out. Quickly eating everything on the spoon y/n felt like crying.

"How is it?" The man asked softly smiling satisfied that y/n seems to enjoy.

"Perfect and tasteful" She said chuckling, taking another spoon. Byulie shocked more, as she too felt like crying. Finally the girl found her poison. Eyeing the chef and back at her friend. Byulie started cooking up a plan. Smirk~

"Thank you for your feedback" He commented and left peeking at y/n, just before leaving to the kitchen.

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Everyone done with their lunch, slowly the crowd started to leave. Hugs and departs as people started filing out, while y/n enjoyed her cinnamon pineapples.

"Y/n, we're the only ones here" Byulie chuckled, witnessing her friend eat for the very first time.

"Last one" Popping the last sweet spiced pineapple, y/n collected her things to leave. Both walked together and y/n couldn't help but wander her sight to get a final glimpse of the man.

"Your making it obvious"

"W-what?"

"He's right up front" As she said, The chef stood at table filled with young cute girls, devouring their view with him. A pang of jealousy hit when she realised, that she wasn't the only one he approached personally. Looking away y/n dragged Byulie out by her arm.

"Pfft... Vinegar is sour and so are you" Byulie couldn't hold back her laughter. Tying up her long hair into a messy bun, y/n gave her friend a death glare.

"That doesn't even rhyme. Goodbye" Y/n walked away.

"Wait! Y/n I'm happy that you... Came. Plus you've finally found your taste haven't you?" Byulie's eyes glistened. Was she crying?

"Hmm... I'm still working on it"

"Well I see more than just working on it. Anyway let's celebrate. How about coming to the bar once. Next week? Friday?"

"Woah, wait-"

"Friday it is. We don't have anything that day. See you at work. Love yaa" Byulie ran away leaving Y/n dumbfounded. Haizz~

Walking around the corner to her car, something caught her eye that made her immediately stop. The cats from the cafe all sleeping lazy everywhere. But then what really made her freeze was a basket full of tiny kitten encircled, cuddling each sibling to sleep under the warm afternoon sun. Y/n in awe went down to get a better view, lucky her even got a chance to witness on yawn.

"Ohhohoo, aren't you sleepy" She spoke in tiny voice, smiling brightly she observed them for while and stood up to find a figure behind her from the reflection of the cat cafe window. Y/n quickly turned to see the chef.

"You can go in if you want" His hands in the front, squeezed his muscles outlining his frame. The white chef attire didn't help covering his build.

"Um I just had lunch, so. Shouldn't you be in the kitchen?" The man laughed at her words.

"Lunch time is over, we don't start dinner shift till 6. So, I'm free" Was he trying to flirt?

"Is this how you pick up girls?" Y/n blurted.

"Are you jealous if I did?" The man slowly paced forward. To completely end this situation she turned back to see the cats.

"Me being jealous has nothing to do with you. But thank you for the nice meal. Goodbye" Y/n shot and darted over to her car.

"Lee Minho" He called after, she stopped walking to give than a questioning stare.

"What?"

"My name" His lips in a straight line.

"Didn't ask" Y/n got in the car and drove past the man with a devilish smile.

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Their wasn't much work being a Friday. Y/n just arranged her files and materials for better access. Just as Byulie promised, the girl popped out of nowhere to drag her to the bar.

"The day has come~" Byulie all excited played a nice playlist through the car ride. The restaurant was 30mins away and the traffic added a few. Jamming to loud music both laughed, talking and fangirling all the way. Quick change of clothes, Byulie settled with dazzling outfit fitting her demeanour of glam. Picking out an outfit your y/n, her friend settled at a black lacy silk dress, corset, a small dip to show some skin. Worst of all Or best of all is that, the skirt is veryyyyyy short.

"You look f*cking like a Queen" Byulie high already.

"I don't know, I've never-"

"Shush now you have, let's get wasted!!!"

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"You know what, I'm going to get super drunk that the company has to fire me this time" Secret being, only y/n knew was that, Byulie is from a very rich family with their own business. Her father wanting her to know the pain of work, forced her into her fiance's company. Sulking from day one to cause all the trouble to be kicked out and cancel the wedding. But later meeting her new friend, learning from y/n she survived. Still she wants to leave the company and live on her own...But.... "Just because he's good looking doesn't mean I'll stay quite, he's not me type at all, my type is someone like him" Just as y/n was finding a parking space at the restaurant, Byulie's comment made her spot someone, who clearly were to be avoided. Lee Minho stood talking to some guy outside the cat cafe with a box in hand.

"Ooooo~ it's the chef, no wonder" Her friend poking at her shoulder. "Did you contact him later?"

"No"

"Don't lie"

"Help me search for a space to park please"

"Fine. Left, near that tree" Focused on parking. "What is his name again?"

"Lee Minho-" Y/n whipped her head, wide eyes.

"Right, Lee Minho, time to play" Byulie got out all enthusiastic leaving her friend in shock.

"If you do anything funny like last time, I won't be dropping your drunk ass home" Her friend didn't mind, Both walked and not much family crowd were to be seen. Suddenly it seemed like a decent club. The air all hot as everyone were drinking and dancing about.

"What time is it?"

"10"

"No wonder"

Byulie quickly joined the dance after grabbing a glass from the waiter, while y/n settled at the bar counter watching her friend have fun.

"Ma'am How can I help you?"

"Beer please" The bartender popped open a bottle and passed it over. "Thanks" Tagging a nice gulp, surprisingly everything tasted perfect here.

"Y/n come! It's our favorite song!" Byulie dragged her into the crowd and for some reason, maybe it's the alcohol or just the atmosphere, y/n wasn't much worried about the loud, crowded place. Both started swaying to the song. The drunk Meter kept increasing as the duo chugged a few glasses of alcohol. Tired as hell both needed rest.

"I feel so good but I think I might puke" Byulie fell against the couch.

"Seriously?"

"Nah, maybe I will if I keep dancing"

"I'm parched wow" Y/n fanning her hand as she felt like melting right at the spot.

"M-ma'am?" The same waiter from last Saturday came over with a glass of some dark liquid.

"Yes?"

"This is on the house" His hands were trembling is he still scared.

"Thanks"

"Hey where's mine"

"You said you'll puke" Y/n teased. "You can have it if-"

"No! I-its for you" The boy was literally sweating.

"O-okay" Y/n let the dark liquid run over her taste buds and God it was intense. Bitter burning so strong but a sudden surge of ecstasy pulsed through her. Coughing she looked over at Byulie.

"Well how is it?"

"Veryyyyy strong don't try"

"Let's dance- oh excuse me I'll just" Grabbing her mouth Byulie ran towards the womans room. Leaving her friend all alone. Handing over the glass back, y/n made her way to check on Byulie, when someone suddenly grabbed her waist. She tried pushing away, inturn was swiveled around to face the perv. Some hefty dude dirty grinning, started to draw close. Y/n tried pushing away and ducking. Only way is to kick him in the-

Boom, the last thing she saw was the man went flying to the ground. The world spinning and her breathing echoed, music softly faded...

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"You doing great kitten" His honey like sweet teasing voice against her ear, as he was pressed against, taking her from the back. Slowly and sensually as hips moved in harmony. Moans and pants mixed with damp air, creaking of the bed harmonious with the rain pattering. The kept encouraging y/n to bear with his rough thrusts. Y/n started panting hard and looked back to see Lee Minho face sweaty and clearly brimming with Lust.

"Ahhmm~" Did she moan out loud. Eyes wide open in shock, y/n was in an unfamiliar place. A small attic room, simple decoration but cozy aesthetics. Sitting straight up her back felt sore like she were really knocked up. Suddenly the door burst open revealing an half naked Lee Minho. Jaw drop. Defined collar bone, hard pecs that stretched along his body and his chiseled abs. Work of God indeed.

"Like what you see?" He came in with a sinister grin plastered on his perfect face. Y/n couldn't pry to think of what's below those narrow waist. But for some reason her dream seemed real.

"D-Don't own a shirt?" Choosing every word as she lowkey bit her lip.

"Well apparently you do" Looking down at herself, she was wearing an unfamiliar shirt. Waittttttttt

"Did we? Did I? ... Ugh" Y/n buried her face in a pillow groaning.

"I really will if you don't stop making that noise" Y/n immediately sat up straight with a pout.

"I just helped you out of your spoilt clothes. I don't have anything else since this is my resting place between shifts. Not much stuff you see" Magically a glass of orange liquid popped out of nowhere. "Here" Trailing her sight over his veiny hands when it landed on a few fresh bruises.

"T-Thank you... Is your hand okay?" He quickly hid his hand.

"It's nothing, anyway I've made simple breakfast. Wanna join?" Y/n under a spell for his voice nodded without a thought. His shirt was bigger and made her look cute, Minho smiled to himself drawing out a plate. The morning at the restaurant not a single staff or customer, seemed... Silent.

"When do you open?" Y/n asked choosing a table.

"Today a bit late at 11" It was just 8:30...nice.

Placing the food over like pro and he too sat down across from her. Y/n smiled at the food, compliments to the chef really. Without thought with full trust, the girl started to dig in. Flavors hitting her over and over causing a mini party in her mouth.

"It's sooooo good" She exclaimed, sudden thoughts of her dream flashed making her blush.

"Im happy you enjoy my food" Everything from his mouth sounded wrong to her, only makes her more red. "But tell me... Do you have any problem regarding food?" His question made her to stop chewing on the egg.

"W-why?" Y/n felt little.

"Seeing how you reacted the first time we met then, the your friend reacted-"

"Speaking of friend. Where is she?" Y/n tried diverting the conversation.

"A guy picked her up claiming to be her fiance. Don't change the topic"

"Right fiance. I think I should leave" Y/n quietly gathered her things.

"Im sorry if I-"

"It's okay, im just not feeling well" Lee Minho helped out to get her phone as y/n just bursted out in weird clothes into her car and drove home. Reaching her parking space, y/n banged her forehead on the steering softly.

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"Don't even speak of it" Byulie rushed over to work disheveled.

"So you both did it?*

"SHUSH!" Byulie ran away to her work space. Y/n teasing her friend on a Monday morning seemed right to work through the week. Work started to pile up as new projects kept coming in. Back of her mind each time she drove past the restaurant the thought of her actions played.

Did I hurt his feelings?

The week went on with her hectic work life. And another week and another. Almost a month since that incident and not a word for either. Occasionally she would look at his shirt that hung silently in her closet. Still she had no time for that, Y/ns health went downhill as her work hours increased and food hours decreased. Everyone started to worry. Nothing seemed to help her through.

"You know what you need?...his magic" Byulie said but y/n refused. "Fine I'll cook for you"

"You can cook?" Y/n worried about her stomach now.

"Yes... It's horrible... So it's either his or mine, your choice. Horrible or good?"

"Just cook" Y/n didn't want to see the man. Byulie left to destroy the kitchen. Y/n on the other hand didn't mind much and drifted off to dream land.

After an hour, y/n was softly woken up by her friend, who handed her some nice warm congee. Surprisingly it looked edible, the smell bursting with flavor.

"Did you really make this?" She asked shocked.

"Just taste" Y/n took a spoon full and ate, wow the taste was just phenomenal and she very well knew who could do this"

"You didn't cook... Did you? Its-"

"I'm sorry but yes. Also someone is here to see you" Y/n quickly turned to the door. Haggard Lee Minho came in, he looked sad all over, mild stubble layered his jaw line.

"Hey" His now hoarse deep voice filled the space. Byulie slipped out.

"Hey" Y/n sat up, she was too thin than before. Her bones were literally covered by skin, frequent fainting and weakness written all over.

"I'm sorry about last time... I spoke with your friend and y/n i genuinely worry. It hurts seeing you like this and happy to know that my cooking helps you in a way. That night when you were drunk you cried in my arms about the disorder, wanting to be free from it. Wanting to be normal and that you were finally glad to have met me" Y/n took some time digesting his words. "So why don't you accept it. I'll cook for you forever, just don't walk out on me like that" His last line sounded quitter than a whisper. The man who would only be kind to cats finally opened up to her. Tears blurring her gaze as y/n sobbed.

"I don't know what to do. I just don't want to disappoint the people I love. This weak side should not make me seem vulnerable"

"It's not. Your the most strongest I've seen. Please just trust yourself once" Y/n drew in a shaky breathe.

"Okay I'll give you a chance" Cocky made his laugh through the pain.

"I'm very thankful" Choking on her tears, y/n leaped into his arms. He held her close, his forehead pressed to hers.

"Im thankful too" She said softly as they shared their sadness as one.

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Two pair of swollen eyes squinting at their dinner. One curious being, eyeing those two.

"You cry babies" She said snapping a few silent pictures of the new couple.

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After many dates and intimate days, y/n and Minho lived together happily. Y/ns sudden love actions in harmony with the love he showed through his cooking. She changed her hectic profesion to help out in the restaurant. Both ran the place with all success and happiness. Realising that 'The only way to ones heart is through his/her stomach'

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A/n: weird story that I'm cringing over, but yeah hope you guys like it ❤follow for more ✨

[vquacki]

Distraction.

Distraction with a hint of jealousy 

Characters: Kazutora Hanemiya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Manjiro Sano (Mikey, blackhair) 

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, possessive behavior,  MINORS DNI

Note : As promised, here I am, writing for different characters. Dejected recently but it’s all good. 

I feel like Kazutora would be the complete opposite of his younger self, Prob hella ooc because I haven't ever written for them before. So feedback is appreciated! Haven't written for 5 days, so I apologize if it's not up to par. :// sorry, ily all <3 I hope you all enjoy! (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

K A Z U T O R A 

“Aww Kazutora, stop being like that~” You grinned, your hands resting on the rough shelves, leaning your body against the pet food aisles. 

“Y/N, I’m trying to work” Kazutora sighed, his work shift had barely started and you were already messing with him. 

“Chifuyu won’t mind if you have a break! I just want some attention.” You whined, bottom lip tugging into a pout as you watched the man pile up treat bags. 

Kazutora ignored you, continuing his duties. It was a blessing Chifuyu had given him a job when he was released from prison, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind he would be on the streets if it wasn’t for Chifuyu’s generosity. 

He didn’t want to ridicule his boss's kind gestures in any way, but with all this childish bickering it was very difficult for the male. He didn’t know if he could last any longer with your persistent begging, it was then he realized he spoiled you too much, he absolutely adored you too much.

“Kazu~ please” your eyes glimmered, lips puckering. Trying your best to form a cute puppy like face. 

“Fine. Just let me finish up this cart okay?” Kazutora huffed, rolling his eyes once he saw your frowned face giddy up. 

“You can’t resist me now can you Kazu?” You smirked in triumph, it always worked. You throw a fit, he folds almost immediately. 

“Oh whatever,” Kazutora chuckled. Using his free hand to wave you off, gesturing you off to the staff room to wait for him. 

It had been at least thirty minutes, you had grown far too impatient to wait any longer for the male. Your once cheerful face rounding into a furrowed expression. Repeatedly tapping your shoes against the tiled floor, until you heard the staff door click. 

“How long does it take to place bags on a shelf?” You crossed your arms, leaning back against the office chair. 

“I’m sorry, a customer came in” He apologized, a resourceful smile upon his lips. 

“Really? Did she adopt anyone?” You raised a brow, you didn't show it often but you were quite infatuated with the animals in the small shop. You loved every single one of them. 

“No, she just came in with her friends and asked me a few questions.” He replied,

“Im sorry, my pretty girl” it was his turn to pout, crouching a bit to your level. Interlocking your fingers, a regretful glean in his irises. 

You knew she didn't come in for a simple question & answers. It was the usual, girls coming in gawking at the worker. Everytime the male was so unaware, so oblivious it was rather amusing. You were thankful for the males unmindful thoughts, not surprising since he did spend a hefty amount of time in prison. 

Kazutora being very new to the world with its many wonders. 

Your upset features clear as day to your boyfriend, sure he wasn't keen on emotions, but he had known you long enough to know when you're down. He had learned to adapt over his many years of therapy, in prison and outside.

“Are you mad-” He was interrupted when your hand grabbed the tie attached to his work uniform. Pulling him all the way down towards your sitting figure. Gripping the tie with a mailed fist, not even letting go when your lips met his. 

His eyes were peeled, the shock radiating from the male was evident, even with your closed eyes. You didn't stop, you couldn't. 

Kazutora was yours, yours alone. You weren't ever gonna settle for him ever being taken away. 

His body quickly eased against yours, lips syncing with yours. He didn’t wanna question it any further, leaving the conversation for a later time. He was enjoying this too much, nonetheless not knowing what caused this situation in the first place. 

He was breathless, pulling away to see a string of saliva connecting your two lips. Prompting your steamy make out session in the back of the pet shop. 

His stomach twisted, heat rapidly rushing to his cheeks. It wasn't very often you would do something so overdone. It made his heart quicken in his chest, like a rollercoaster with so many loops. It made him want to scream till his vocal cords busted.

“You are mine Kazutora Hanemiya. Don't forget that” Your finger clenching around the red material of his tie. You felt a rush of relief seeing his flustered state, it made you want to do it over and over again until he would have to beg you with tears brimming his eyes to stop. 

He shyly nodded, eyes roaming the room avoiding your piercing eyes staring daggers at him. He wanted more, the adrenaline rush felt like ecstasy. He secretly craved for it, a string of hope lingering as he waited for a sign. Anything. 

“Kazutora~, You better look at me when I speak to you” You rebelled in a toothy grin. Playfully yanking on the cloth wrapped around his neck, resulting his head to jerk towards you. Golden orbs meeting your from the sudden heave, the cruel red that tinted his face along with the tips of his ears not fading one bit. 

“Y-Y/N, st-stop playing around” He uttered, tripping over his own words. His mouthed words betraying the heavy thoughts that fogged his mind. Ignoring the repeated familiar voice whimpering ‘I want more’ in his consciousness. 

“I'm not.” Your front blankly, you were being dead serious. 

“Pleas-” shutting down his impeccable begging, nudging the side of his leg with your foot. Letting the male plop to his knees in front of you. If it was anyone else, this view would have been utterly pathetic. 

Grabbing him by the throat you smashed your lips on his own, meeting his flushed ones again. His arms remaining weak at his sides, he couldn't find the strength to roam your frame. 

Whether the reason leading towards this was you being frustrated he was late or the itching feeling it was those random girls, his jumbled mind choose the latter option.

Though he would have never guessed you were that territorial, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like- love it though. 

C H I F U Y U 

“What the- how does he keep killing me?” Chifuyu grunted, aggressively chewing the empty popsicle stick that was nuzzled between his lips. The violent sound of his controller clicking in his hands, holding back the urge to fling the pricy remote at the wall every time he died.  

“Fuyu~ when are you getting off?” You groaned, staring up at the concentrated ravennette. Your head was situated on his thigh, watching his facial expression change every few seconds upon his failure to the game box. 

You were in need of some affection, your boyfriend had been playing for hours. Only giving you mere mili seconds of his attention now and then. 

It started to aggravate you, he invited you over to just watch him play?

“Hold on baby, just let me beat this guy” Chifuyu gently patted your head before glueing his eyes back to the flat screen, disregarding your drawn out sigh. 

“I'm just gonna go home, Chifuyu. I'm tired.” You lied, sitting up from your lying position. Heart desiring to see his reaction, whether it be concerning or not would pursue your actions. 

“Huh, what! Why? baby” He shot back, clicking a button to pause the device.

“Cause your on the game! I'm bored Fuyu” You frowned, eyes searching the room for all your belongings, furthering your act. Anticipating the males efforts to halt you. 

“Okay, I'll get off. '' Chifuyu shushed you, heart dropping to the pit of his stomach at the thought of you leaving him all alone. Standing up to switch off the T.V, placing the controller on the table holding the television up. 

 Your company was assuring, he didn't want to lose you. 

“C'mere Y/N” He mirrored your sad pout, gently flopping on you. Your back meeting the mattress with the male sprawled on top of you, sandwiching you.

His head cozied up into your neck, hands wrapping around your waist. His hot breath fanning your jaw, the slight tickling feeling making you tense up under him. A faint smile present on your lips from his compassionate response to your staged act. 

“By the way” Chifuyu tilted his head, looking at you.

“Were you jealous of my game?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows awaiting your response. Perky deminor poking your frisk mood. 

“I- Well obviously! You love that game more than me huh?” You condemned, accusing the male. Your brows rows knitting together. 

“W-What no! You're my number one!” Chifuyu swiftly corrected you, sitting up. Astonished you could deem him that unworldly claim. 

“You don't act like it” You sulked, turning your head the other way with a hmph.

“No Y/N, I’m sorry” the guilt racking up, thinking about all the times he neglected you when you were over at his house whilst he played his game. Imagining your borden build watching him have fun with his head set on both ears as he played. 

“Show me with actions Matsuno” Your voice stern, eyes refusing to meet his. 

It made his heart ache, a vomiting feeling emitting from his core. He felt horrible. One of his arms sliding underneath your neck, the other underneath your knees. Hauling you to his chest, cradling your stilled body. resembling a parent lolling their crying child to bed. 

“Forgive me baby” He spewed, the surface of his lips greeting every part of your face. Placing soft kisses, not missing one spot along your skin. 

“I love you, forgive me” he continued, the hand under your knees trailing up your frame, caressing the chub on your cheek. You melted at his touch, giving in. You spent the night, the male giving you his full undivided attention. Attending to your every beck and call, kisses with skin craving cuddles were in session for the rest of the night. 

You both were fully occupied. No more distractions. 

M I K E Y 

He had been absent all week, only appearing when it was convenient for him. Popping in and out, sometimes even coming home with blood smeared all over his clothes. The red looked as if it was lazily rubbed off, he didn't bother cleaning properly. 

He was exhausted. 

You missed his touch, with the feeling of your hands running through his long black locks. 

Your head jolted to the door when you heard the doorknob twist, your mind was cluttered with unruly remarks. You didn't want to pounce on him with questions, you could tell he was about to pass out. He was in no state to be interrogated. The dark bags under his eyes prompted even under the dim living room light. 

However there was something different, his hair was shorter, a bob cut. 

“Hi Mikey, new haircut?” You greeted the male, feet quietly prancing over to him. 

Your presence comforted him, he finally felt relaxed. Just from being with you, it made him feel warm. 

“Y/N, why aren't you asleep?” His voice was low, carefully shutting the door behind him, fastening the lock. 

“Were you waiting for me” He glanced at you from the side of his eye, bending down to slip off his shoes. Your hands fiddled with the hem of your pajama sleeve. You missed him, yearning for the males touch. Just a single touch could stop your greed. 

Just one. 

“yeah, a little” you mumbled, observing the males every move. Taking all of him in before he had the chance to leave once more. Silence roaming the room, the both of you staying quiet. 

It wasn't a comfortable silence either, you hated it. It was so foreign, especially with the male. 

“I have to admit, i'm a little jealous” You broke the hushed room from its cricketing, heels of your feet whirling around, making your way towards the couch.

“Of what.?” Mikey replied, walking closely behind you, settling into the cushion next to you. 

“Whoever you're going out with everyday,” you gave him a two faced smile, it hurt so much. 

“It's okay though! As long as you're safe..” You reassured, your hands were trembling. You wanted to spill everything, tell him how much you miss him, his voice whispering loving phrases into your ear as he rocked you to sleep. 

“I'm so sorry Y/N” Mikey wasn't dense nor oblivious, he knew the problem. 

“Had to take care of a few things.” He dejected, he recoperated your feelings. You're his everything, the only thing he had left. 

The one thing that didnt leave him from his stupidity on creating some dumb new world. 

“But don’t be Y/N, everyone is inferior to you.” He comforted you, arms slinging over your shoulder. Engulfing you in his warmth. Fuzzy bubbling building up in your belly.  

“So don't worry my love, I'll always be here with you. Even if you want to leave me, I'll always be here” There it was, the tender whispering you grieved for. 

“I'll never leave you Mikey, I swear” You whimpered into his shoulder, hands wrapping around his neck. Drawing him as close as he could go against your body, those lonely night tears finally catching up to you at this wholehearted moment. 

But who knows, promises, vows? Aren't they all made to be broken anyways?

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[ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞; for @nakamotocore's cliffhanger collab ]

⚠ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Smut, Dilf! Aged Up! Kun, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Masturbation

Kun woke up abruptly in his home office to the sound of his phone ringing. He could tell it was still quite early in the morning—maybe ten-ish?

Wiping away the sleep from his eyes, he answered the phone groggily "Hello?"

As if the grogginess was wiped out of him, he heard your voice from the other end of the line realizing he hadn't bothered to check the caller id. "Hi Mr. Qian, I just wanted to check up on you. I haven't seen you in a while, so I thought I'd chat with you if you aren't busy." you said with a smile. There was a quick pause on the other end of the line—ten a.m. became a moment of slumber for Mr. Qian nowadays.

A small chuckle left his lips, oh how he missed you.

Glancing here and there around his desk he replied, "Oh, well I'm not busy at all, angel."

You talked for an hour that turned into an hour and a half until you abruptly stopped talking. Mr. Qian's eyebrows raised up as if you could see him as he paused signing a random business paper, "Hello? Can you hear me, dear?"

He heard the rustle of your sheets before you answered him a little shakily, "Y-yes, I just spaced out" you gulped a too loudly for your liking "I've missed you"

Mr. Qian smiled to himself, "Well I've missed you too, baby. Have you been good for Daddy?"

The question caused your eyes to widen.

Christ, how did he always just know? "Yes."

"'Yes', what?" He immediately questioned back. You sharply inhaled, "Yes, I have been good for you"

Mr. Qian grinned, "Hm, that's what I thought. If you've been such a good girl, won't you touch yourself for me?" You blinked a few times before his words registered in your mind, you quickly set your phone down and stuck your hand down your panties making a mewling sound loud enough for Mr. Qian to easily hear.

He stood up from his desk, still holding his phone close to his ear when he decided to examine the books on his wall as if he wasn't phased by you at all. While you, on the other side of the line struggled to hold back your lust filled noises.

Once Mr. Qian had heard a ding from his laptop he instinctively walked over to it before encouraging you to cum. "Awe, you're such a little slut for me aren't you, angel?" he said with a big fat grin on his face as he read an e-mail.

You laid on your bed, your eyes closed as your index and ring finger pumped in and out of your gushing cunt to the thought of Mr. Qian's fingers touching you instead of your own. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt your high at the tip of your tongue. It was as if Mr. Qian could see this all happening, "You're close aren't you? I bet you're so close to creaming your own fingers just to the thought of me."

You answered him so weakly that you weren't sure you'd actually responded with your mind being clouded up with nothing but him.

A broken moan left your lips as your back arched painfully, a wave of pleasure hit you like never before and Mr. Qian was the one to blame for your messy state.

In your attempt to catch your breath, you could almost feel Mr. Qian's delight and amusement from the other end of the line. "Well look at you, angel. I'll bet you look so pretty right now."

Mr. Qian glanced up at the door from wherever he was looking at the sound of a knock. "Now I really must go now, I'll see you later, m'kay dear?". You agreed breathlessly, your eyes seemingly stuck in some trance by his words before you hung up the phone and fell back onto your bed in complete—bliss?

It was some sort of mixture of bliss and longing.

Quickly, Mr. Qian cleared his throat and fixed his outfit before grabbing a breath mint from one of the drawers in his desk and strode to the door revealing none other than—"Oh why hello"

"You were awfully loud on the phone, who was that?"

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Cards symbols 🂠 🂡 🂢 🂣 🂤 🂥 🂦 🂧 🂨 🂩 🂪 🂫 🂬 🂭 🂮 🂱 🂲 🂳 🂴 🂵 🂶 🂷 🂸 🂹 🂺 🂻 🂼 🂽 🂾 🂿 🃁 🃂 🃃 🃄 🃅 🃆 🃇 🃈 🃉 🃊 🃋 🃌 🃍 🃎 🃏 🃑 🃒 🃓 🃔 🃕 🃖 🃗 🃘 🃙 🃚 🃛 🃜 🃝 🃞 🃟 🃠 🃡 🃢 🃣 🃤 🃥 🃦 🃧 🃨 🃩 🃪 🃫 🃬 🃭 🃮 � 🎴

Chess symbols ♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟

Dominoes symbols 🀰 🀱 🀲 🀳 🀴 🀵 🀶 🀷 🀸 🀹 🀺 🀻 🀼 🀽 🀾 🀿 🁀 🁁 🁂 🁃 🁄 🁅 🁆 🁇 🁈 🁉 🁊 🁋 🁌 🁍 🁎 🁏 🁐 🁑 🁒 🁓 🁔 🁕 🁖 🁗 🁘 🁙 🁚 🁛 🁜 🁝 🁞 🁟 🁠 🁡 🁢 🁣 🁤 🁥 🁦 🁧 🁨 🁩 🁪 🁫 🁬 🁭 🁮 🁯 🁰 🁱 🁲 🁳 🁴 🁵 🁶 🁷 🁸 🁹 🁺 🁻 🁼 🁽 🁾 🁿 🂀 🂁 🂂 🂃 🂄 🂅 🂆 🂇 🂈 🂉 🂊 🂋 🂌 🂍 🂎 🂏 🂐 🂑 🂒 �

Checkers symbols ⛀ ⛁ ⛂ ⛃

Japanese Chess ☖ ☗

Mahjong Tiles symbols 🀀 🀁 🀂 🀃 🀄 🀅 🀆 🀇 🀈 🀉 🀊 🀋 🀌 🀍 🀎 🀏 🀐 🀑 🀒 🀓 🀔 🀕 🀖 🀗 🀘 🀙 🀚 🀛 🀜 🀝 🀞 🀟 🀠 🀡 🀢 🀣 🀤 🀥 🀦 🀧 🀨 🀩 🀪 � 🀫

Die ⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄ ⚅

Shapes

Squares symbols ▀ ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ▉ ▊ ▋ ▌ ▍ ▎ ▏ ▐ ░ ▒ ▓ ▔ ▕ ▖ ▗ ▘ ▙ ▚ ▛ ▜ ▝ ▞ ▟ ■ □ ▢ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧ ▨ ▩ ▪ ▫ ▬ ▭ ▮ ▯ ◘ ◙ ◚ ◛ ◧ ◨◩ ◪ ◫ ◰ ◱ ◲ ◳ ◻ ◼ ◾ ◽ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒ ❘ ❙ ❚ ⟤ ⟥ ⧠ 〓 ⌑ 🞗 🞘 🞙 🞚 🞛 🞜 🞝 🞞 🞟 🞠 ⛋ ⛞ ⛣ ⛶ ⯀ ⯁ ⮽ ⬚ ⬛ ⬜ ⬝ ⬞ ⯐ ⯑  ￭  � 🙾 � 🞎 🞏 🞐 🞑 🞒 🞓 🞔 🞕 � ◙ ◚ ◛ ⏛ ⧄ ⧅ ⧆ ⧇ ⧈ ⧉ ⧮ ⧯ ⃞ ⃢  ⃣ 🔳 🔲 🞌 🞍 🞎 🞏 🞐 🞑 🞒 ��� 🞔 🞕 ◈ ⟐ ⿰ ⿱ ⿲ ⿳ ⿴ ⿵ ⿶ ⿷ ⿸ ⿹ ⿺ ⿻

Parallelograms symbols ▱ ▰ ⏥ ⏢

Diamonds symbols ◈ ◊ ❖ ⟐ ◆ ◇ ⧫ ◊ ⬧ ⬨ ⬩ ⬪ ⬫ 🝔 🔶 🔷 🔸 🔹 ◈ ⟐ 💠 ⟡ ⎑ ⎐ ⎏ ⎒ ⧪ ⧫ ⧰ ⧱ ⛋ ♢

Triangles symbols ▲ △ ▴ ▵ ▶ ▷ ▸ ▹ ► ▻ ▼ ▽ ▾ ▿ ◀ ◁ ◂ ◃ ◄ ◅ ◢ ◣ ◤ ◥ ◬ ◭ ◮ ⧨ ⧩ ◸ ◹ ◺ ◿ ⯅ ⯆ ⯇ ⯈ 🜁 🜂 🜃 🜄 🜅 � 🔼 🔽 ▶️ ◀️ ⏃ ⏄ ⫷ ⫸ ⧊ ⧋ ⧌ ⧍ ⧏ ⧐ ⧨ ⧩ ⃤ 🔺 🔻

Circles symbols ◉ ○ ◌ ◍ ◎ ● ◐ ◑◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◦ ◯ ◴ ◵ ◶ ◷ ʘ ൦ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☉ ⚆ ⚇ ⚈ ⚉ ⚪ ⚫ ⚬ ⚭ ⚮ ⚯ o O 0 ⥀ ⥁ ⬤ ⭕ ⭖ ⭗ ⭘ ⭙ ⬬ ⬭ ⬮ ⬯ ⮾ ⮿ ⯊ ⯋ 🉐 � ￮ Ｏ ｏ ｡ 🞅 🞆 🞇 🞈 🞉 🞊 � · • ● ⦾ ⦿ ⦽ ⦼ ⦻ ⦺ ⦹ ⦸ ⦰ ⦱ ⦲ ⦳ ⦴ ⦵ ⦶ ⦷ ⧬ ⧭ ⧲ ⧳ ⃝ ⃠ 🚫 ⛔️ 🌐 🔴 🔵 🔘 ©️ ®️ ⏺ ℗ 〄⃝ ◯⃝ 〶⃝⃝ ♾⃝⃝ 〇

Semicircle symbols ◖ ◗ ◠ ◡ ◚ ◛

Arrows symbols ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➛➜ ➝ ➞ ➟ ➠ ➡ ➢ ➣ ➤ ➥ ➦ ➧ ➨ For all the arrows, click here!

Stars and  Flowers symbols ⋆ * ✢ ✣ ✤ ✥ ❋ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✰ ✪ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✯ ❂ ✡ ★ ✱ ✲ ✳ ✴ ✵ ✶ ✷ ✸ ✹ ✺ ✻ ✼ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ 🔆 🔅 🌞 ☼ 🌇 🌅 ★ ☆ ⚝ ✩ ✪ ✫ ✬ ✭ 🟉 🟊 ✮ ✯ ✰ ⭐ ⭑ ⭒ ⛤ ⛥ ⛦ ⛧ 🟀 🟁 🟂 🟃 ✦ ✧ 🟄 🟅 🟆 🟇 🟈 🌟 🌠 🟋 🟌 🟍 ✶ ✡ 🔯 ☪ 🟎 🟏 🟐 🟑 ✹ 🟒 🟓 🟔 ⋆ ⍟ ≛ ⍣ ٭ * ⁎ ⁑ ✱ ✲ ✻ ✼ ✽ ❃ ❉ ⧆ ꙳ ﹡ ＊ ✢ ✣ ✤ ✥ 🞯 🞰 🞱 🞲 🞳 🞴 🞵 🞶 🞷 🞸 🞹 🞺 🞻 🞼 🞽 🞾 🞿 ✳ ❊ ❋ ✺ ∗ ⊛ ◌ ⃰ ✨✿ ❀ ❁

Lines symbols ┌ ┍ ┎ ┏ ┐ ┑ ┒ ┓ └ ┕ ┖ ┗ ┘ ┙ ┚ ┛ ├ ┝ ┞ ┟ ┠ ┡ ┢ ┣ ┤ ┥ ┦ ┧ ┨ ┩ ┪ ┫ ┬ ┭ ┮ ┯ ┰ ┱ ┲ ┳ ┴ ┵ ┶ ┷ ┸ ┹ ┺ ┻ ┼ ┽ ┾ ┿ ╀ ╁ ╂ ╃ ╄ ╅ ╆ ╇ ╈ ╉ ╊ ╋ ╌ ╍ ╎ ╏ ═ ║ ╒ ╓ ╔ ╕ ╖ ╗ ╘ ╙ ╚ ╛ ╜ ╝ ╞ ╟ ╠ ╡ ╢ ╣ ╤ ╥ ╦ ╧ ╨ ╩ ╪ ╫ ╬ ￢ ￣ ￤ ／ － ＿ _ - ￨ ￚ ￜ ￌ | │ ┃ ┄ ┅ ┆ ┇ ┈ ┉ ┊ ┋ ╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿ ︻ デ ╾ ง /͠ ༼ ༽ ﾉ ヽ ⇀ ╭ ╮ ︿

Hourglasses symbols ⋈ ⧑ ⧒ ⧓ ⧔ ⧕ ⧖ ⧗ ⌛ ⏳  

Pentagons symbols ⭓ ⭔ ⬟ ⬠ ⬡  

Octagons symbols ⯃ ⯄

Hexagons symbols ⬣ ⬢ ⬡ ⌬ ⎔ ⏣

Quilt Square Ornaments 🙨 🙩 🙪 �

Rounded Squares ▢

Alphanumerical

Numerical symbols 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Alphabetical symbols A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Circled Numbers symbols ⓪ ① ② ③ ④ ⑤ ⑥ ⑦ ⑧ ⑨ ⑩ ⑪ ⑫ ⑬ ⑭ ⑮ ⑯ ⑰ ⑱ ⑲ ⑳ ㉑ ㉒ ㉓ ㉔ ㉕ ㉖ ㉗ ㉘ ㉙ ㉚ ㉛ ㉜ ㉝ ㉞ ㉟ ㊱ ㊲ ㊳ ㊴ ㊵ ㊶ ㊷ ㊸ ㊹ ㊺ ㊻ ㊼ ㊽ ㊾ ㊿ ⓿ ➊ ➋ ➌ ➍ ➎ ➏ ➐ ➑ ➒ ➓ ⓫ ⓬ ⓭ ⓮ ⓯ ⓰ ⓱ ⓲ ⓳ ⓴ 0⃝ 1⃝ 2⃝ 3⃝ 4⃝ 5⃝ 6⃝ 7⃝ 8⃝ 9⃝ ➊ ➋ ➌ ➍ ➎ ➏ ➐ ➑ ➒ ➓ 🎱 ♾︎ 🄋 ➀ ➁ ➂ ➃ ➄ ➅ ➆ ➇ ➈ ➉

Circled Letters symbols Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ 🅐 🅑 🅒 🅓 🅔 🅕 🅖 🅗 🅘 🅙 🅚 🅛 🅜 🅝 🅞 🅟 🅠 🅡 🅢 🅣 🅤 🅥 🅦 🅧 🅨 🅩 A⃝ B⃝ C⃝ D⃝ E⃝ F⃝ G⃝ H⃝ I⃝ J⃝ K⃝ L⃝ M⃝ N⃝ O⃝ P⃝ Q⃝ R⃝ S⃝ T⃝ U⃝ V⃝ W⃝ X⃝ Y⃝ Z⃝ a⃝ b⃝ c⃝ d⃝ e⃝ f⃝ g⃝ h⃝ i⃝ j⃝ k⃝ l⃝ m⃝ n⃝ o⃝ p⃝ q⃝ r⃝ s⃝ t⃝ u⃝ v⃝ w⃝ x⃝ y⃝ z⃝ Ⓜ️ ©️ ®️

Circled Symbols ⨀ ⨁ ⨂ ⨶ ⨷ ⨸ ⊛ ⊖ ⊜ ⊕ ⊘ ⧀ ⧁ `⃝ ~⃝ !⃝ @⃝ #⃝ $⃝ %⃝ ^⃝ &⃝ *⃝ (⃝ )⃝ -⃝ _⃝ =⃝ +⃝ [⃝ ]⃝ {⃝ }⃝ |⃝ /⃝ \⃝ ;⃝ :⃝ '⃝ "⃝ ,⃝ .⃝ <⃝ >⃝ ?⃝

Double Circled Numbers ⓵ ⓶ ⓷ ⓸ ⓹ ⓺ ⓻ ⓼ ⓽ ⓾

Parenthesized Numbers ⑴ ⑵ ⑶ ⑷ ⑸ ⑹ ⑺ ⑻ ⑼ ⑽ ⑾ ⑿ ⒀ ⒁ ⒂ ⒃ ⒄ ⒅ ⒆ ⒇

Parenthesized Letters symbols 🄐 🄑 🄒 🄓 🄔 🄕 🄖 🄗 🄘 🄙 🄚 🄛 🄜 🄝 🄞 🄟 🄠 🄡 🄢 🄣 🄤 🄥 🄦 🄧 🄨 🄩 ⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵

Circled Ideographs ㉽ ㉻ ㉠ ㉼

Squared Ideographs 🈁 🈂 🈐 🈑 🈒 🈓 🈔 🈕 🈖 🈗 🈘 🈙 🈚 🈛 🈜 🈝 🈞 🈟 🈠 🈡 🈢 🈣 🈤 🈥 🈦 🈧 🈨 🈩 🈪 🈫 🈬 🈭 🈮 🈯 🈰 🈱 🈲 🈳 🈴 🈵 🈶 🈷 🈸 🈹 🈺 �

Parenthesized Ideographs ㈠ ㈦ ㈢ ㈨ ㈡ ㈤ ㈹ ㈽ ㉁ ㈧ ㈥ ㈸ ㈩ ㈿ ㈴ ㈺ ㈣ ㈯ ㈻ ㈰ ㈪ ㈲ ㈭ ㈱ ㈬ ㈫ ㈵ ㈼ ㈳ ㈷ ㉀ ㉂ ㉃ ㈶ ㈾ ㈮ ㈞ ㈀

Ideographic Telegraphs ㏠ ㏡ ㏢ ㏣ ㏤ ㏥ ㏦ ㏧ ㏨ ㏩ ㏪ ㏫ ㏬ ㏭ ㏮ ㏯ ㏰ ㏱ ㏲ ㏳ ㏴ ㏵ ㏶ ㏷ ㏸ ㏹ ㏺ ㏻ ㏼ ㏽ ㏾ ㍘ ㍙ ㍚ ㍛ ㍜ ㍝ ㍞ ㍟ ㍠ ㍡ ㍢ ㍣ ㍤ ㍥ ㍦ ㍧ ㍨ ㍩ ㍪ ㍫ ㍬ ㍭ ㍮ ㍯ ㍰ ㋀ ㋁ ㋂ ㋃ ㋄ ㋅ ㋆ ㋇ ㋈ ㋉ ㋊ ㋋

Punctuation symbols - ‐ ‑ – ‒ — ― _ ﹏ ~ 〜 ′ ″ ‴ 〃 ' ʻ ˮ ՚ Ꞌ ꞌ / \ ⁄ ¦ | & ＆ ⅋ ﹠• ◦ ‣ ⦿ ⦾ ⁃ ◘ ❥ ⁌ ⁍ ☙ ❧ ∴ ∵ ※ ⁑ ⁕ ⁖ ⁘ ⁙ ⁛ ⁜ * ⁎ ∗ ⁂ † ‡ §     ␠ ␢ ␣ ^ ° # № @ © ® ℗ ™ ℠ º ª % ‰ ‱ ⊤ ⊥ ☞ ◊ ⁀ ✓ ✔ ✗ ✘ 𐄂 ⍻ ☐ ☑ ☒ ❦ ❡ ❗ ❢ ❣ ❤ ❥ ❝ ❞ ❛ ❜ ‘ ’ ‛ ‚ “ ” „ ‟ " « » ‹ › : ⁏ ; ⦂ ¶ ⁋ ﴾ ﴿

Parenthesis & Brackets symbols ( ) [ ] { } < > ⦗ ⦘ 「 」 『 』 【 】 〔 〕 〖 〗 〘 〙 〚 〛 ﴾ ﴿ 《 》 〈 〉  ❨ ❩ ❪ ❫ ❬ ❭ ❮ ❯ ❰ ❱ ❲ ❳ ❴ ❵

Fullwidth Numbers symbols ０ １ ２ ３ ４ ５ ６ ７ ８ ９

Fullwidth Letters symbols ａ ｂ ｃ ｄ ｅ ｆ ｇ ｈ ｉ ｊ ｋ ｌ ｍ ｎ ｏ ｐ ｑ ｒ ｓ ｔ ｕ ｖ ｗ ｘ ｙ ｚ Ａ Ｂ Ｃ Ｄ Ｅ Ｆ Ｇ Ｈ Ｉ Ｊ Ｋ Ｌ Ｍ Ｎ Ｏ Ｐ Ｑ Ｒ Ｓ Ｔ Ｕ Ｖ Ｗ Ｘ Ｙ Ｚ

Fullwidth Symbols ， ． ： ； ！ ？ ＂ ＇ ｀ ＾ ～ ￣ ＿ ＆ ＠ ＃ ％ ＋ － ＊ ＝ ＜ ＞ （ ） ［ ］ ｛ ｝ ｟ ｠ ｜ ￤ ／ ＼ ￢ ＄ ￡ ￠ ￦ ￥

Roman Numerals Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Ⅵ Ⅶ Ⅷ Ⅸ Ⅹ Ⅺ Ⅻ Ⅼ Ⅽ Ⅾ Ⅿ ⅰ ⅱ ⅲ ⅳ ⅴ ⅵ ⅶ ⅷ ⅸ ⅹ ⅺ ⅻ ⅼ ⅽ ⅾ ⅿ

Braile ⠀ ⠁ ⠂ ⠃ ⠄ ⠅ ⠆ ⠇ ⠈ ⠉ ⠊ ⠋ ⠌ ⠍ ⠎ ⠏ ⠐ ⠑ ⠒ ⠓ ⠔ ⠕ ⠖ ⠗ ⠘ ⠙ ⠚ ⠛ ⠜ ⠝ ⠞ ⠟ ⠠ ⠡ ⠢ ⠣ ⠤ ⠥ ⠦ ⠧ ⠨ ⠩ ⠪ ⠫ ⠬ ⠭ ⠮ ⠯ ⠰ ⠱ ⠲ ⠳ ⠴ ⠵ ⠶ ⠷ ⠸ ⠹ ⠺ ⠻ ⠼ ⠽ ⠾ ⠿ ⡀ ⡁ ⡂ ⡃ ⡄ ⡅ ⡆ ⡇ ⡈ ⡉ ⡊ ⡋ ⡌ ⡍ ⡎ ⡏ ⡐ ⡑ ⡒ ⡓ ⡔ ⡕ ⡖ ⡗ ⡘ ⡙ ⡚ ⡛ ⡜ ⡝ ⡞ ⡟ ⡠ ⡡ ⡢ ⡣ ⡤ ⡥ ⡦ ⡧ ⡨ ⡩ ⡪ ⡫ ⡬ ⡭ ⡮ ⡯ ⡰ ⡱ ⡲ ⡳ ⡴ ⡵ ⡶ ⡷ ⡸ ⡹ ⡺ ⡻ ⡼ ⡽ ⡾ ⡿ ⢀ ⢁ ⢂ ⢃ ⢄ ⢅ ⢆ ⢇ ⢈ ⢉ ⢊ ⢋ ⢌ ⢍ ⢎ ⢏ ⢐ ⢑ ⢒ ⢓ ⢔ ⢕ ⢖ ⢗ ⢘ ⢙ ⢚ ⢛ ⢜ ⢝ ⢞ ⢟ ⢠ ⢡ ⢢ ⢣ ⢤ ⢥ ⢦ ⢧ ⢨ ⢩ ⢪ ⢫ ⢬ ⢭ ⢮ ⢯ ⢰ ⢱ ⢲ ⢳ ⢴ ⢵ ⢶ ⢷ ⢸ ⢹ ⢺ ⢻ ⢼ ⢽ ⢾ ⢿ ⣀ ⣁ ⣂ ⣃ ⣄ ⣅ ⣆ ⣇ ⣈ ⣉ ⣊ ⣋ ⣌ ⣍ ⣎ ⣏ ⣐ ⣑ ⣒ ⣓ ⣔ ⣕ ⣖ ⣗ ⣘ ⣙ ⣚ ⣛ ⣜ ⣝ ⣞ ⣟ ⣠ ⣡ ⣢ ⣣ ⣤ ⣥ ⣦ ⣧ ⣨ ⣩ ⣪ ⣫ ⣬ ⣭ ⣮ ⣯ ⣰ ⣱ ��� ⣳ ⣴ ⣵ ⣶ ⣷ ⣸ ⣹ ⣺ ⣻ ⣼ ⣽ ⣾ ⣿

Rumi Numeral Symbols                               

Superscript & Subscript Numbers ⁰ ¹ ² ³ ⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹ ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃ ₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉

Superscript & Subscript Letters ₐ ₑ ₒ ₓ ₔ ₕ ₖ ₗ ₘ ₙ ₚ ₛ ₜ ⁿ i

Superscript & Subscript Miscellaneous ⁺ ⁻ ⁼ ⁽ ⁾ ₊ ₋ ₌ ₍ ₎

Counting Rod Numbers 𝍠 𝍡 𝍢 𝍣 𝍤 𝍥 𝍦 𝍧 𝍨 𝍩 𝍪 𝍫 𝍬 𝍭 𝍮 𝍯 𝍰 �

Coptic Epact Numbers  𐋠 𐋡 𐋢 𐋣 𐋤 𐋥 𐋦 𐋧 𐋨 𐋩 𐋪 𐋫 𐋬 𐋭 𐋮 𐋯 𐋰 𐋱 𐋲 𐋳 𐋴 𐋵 𐋶 𐋷 𐋸 𐋹 𐋺 �

Regional Indicator Symbols 🇦 🇧 🇨 🇩 🇪 🇫 🇬 🇭 🇮 🇯  🇰 🇱 🇲 🇳 🇴 🇵 🇶 🇷 🇸 🇹 🇺 🇻 🇼 🇽 🇾 🇿

Squared Letters symbols 🄰 🄱 🄲 🄳 🄴 🄵 🄶 🄷 🄸 🄹 🄺 🄻 🄼 🄽 🄾 🄿 🅀 🅁 🅂 🅃 🅄 🅅 🅆 🅇 🅈 🅉 🅰 🅱 🅲 🅳 🅴 🅵 🅶 🅷 🅸 🅹 🅺 🅻 🅼 🅽 🅾 🅿 🆀 🆁 🆂 🆃 🆄 🆅 🆆 🆇 🆈 🆉 🅰️ 🅱️ 🅾️ 🅿️ 🅊 🅋 🅌 🅍 🅎 🅏 🆊 🆋 🆌 🆍 🆏 🆑 🆒 🆓 🆔 🆕 🆖 🆗 🆘 🆙 🆚 A⃞ B⃞ C⃞ D⃞ E⃞ F⃞ G⃞ H⃞ I⃞ J⃞ K⃞ L⃞ M⃞ N⃞ O⃞ P⃞ Q⃞ R⃞ S⃞ T⃞ U⃞ V⃞ W⃞ X⃞ Y⃞ Z⃞ a⃞ b⃞ c⃞ d⃞ e⃞ f⃞ g⃞ h⃞ i⃞ j⃞ k⃞ l⃞ m⃞ n⃞ o⃞ p⃞ q⃞ r⃞ s⃞ t⃞ u⃞ v⃞ w⃞ x⃞ y⃞ z⃞ 🆛 🆜 🆝 🆞 🆟 🆠 🆡 🆢 🆣 🆤 🆥 🆦 🆧 🆨 🆩 🆪 🆫 🆬 ℹ️

Squared Numbers symbols 0️⃣ 1️⃣ 2️⃣ 3️⃣ 4️⃣ 5️⃣ 6️⃣ 7️⃣ 8️⃣ 9️⃣ 🔟 🔢 ㉈ ㉉ ㉊ ㉋ ㉌ ㉍ ㉎ ㉏

Full Stop Numbers symbols 🄀 ⒈ ⒉ ⒊ ⒋ ⒌ ⒍ ⒎ ⒏ ⒐ ⒑ ⒒ ⒓ ⒔ ⒕ ⒖ ⒗ ⒘ ⒙ ⒚ ⒛

Comma Numbers symbols 🄁 🄂 🄃 🄄 🄅 🄆 🄇 🄈 🄉 🄊

Math Bold symbols 𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳 𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙 𝟏 𝟐 𝟑 𝟒 𝟓 𝟔 𝟕 𝟖 𝟗 𝟎

Math Bold Frankfurt 𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟 𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

Math Bold Italic 𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛 𝑨 𝑩 𝑪 𝑫 𝑬 𝑭 𝑮 𝑯 𝑰 𝑱 𝑲 𝑳 𝑴 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑸 𝑹 𝑺 𝑻 𝑼 𝑽 𝑾 𝑿 𝒀 𝒁

Math Bold Script 𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃 𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩

Double-Struck 𝕒 𝕓 𝕔 𝕕 𝕖 𝕗 𝕘 𝕙 𝕚 𝕛 𝕜 𝕝 𝕞 𝕟 𝕠 𝕡 𝕢 𝕣 𝕤 𝕥 𝕦 𝕧 𝕨 𝕩 𝕪 𝕫 𝔸 𝔹 ℂ 𝔻 𝔼 𝔽 𝔾 ℍ 𝕀 𝕁 𝕂 𝕃 𝕄 ℕ 𝕆 ℙ ℚ ℝ 𝕊 𝕋 𝕌 𝕍 𝕎 𝕏 𝕐 ℤ 𝟙 𝟚 𝟛 𝟜 𝟝 𝟞 𝟟 𝟠 𝟡 𝟘

Monospace 𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣 𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉 𝟷 𝟸 𝟹 𝟺 𝟻 𝟼 𝟽 𝟾 𝟿 𝟶

Math Sans 𝖺 𝖻 𝖼 𝖽 𝖾 𝖿 𝗀 𝗁 𝗂 𝗃 𝗄 𝗅 𝗆 𝗇 𝗈 𝗉 𝗊 𝗋 𝗌 𝗍 𝗎 𝗏 𝗐 𝗑 𝗒 𝗓 𝖠 𝖡 𝖢 𝖣 𝖤 𝖥 𝖦 𝖧 𝖨 𝖩 𝖪 𝖫 𝖬 𝖭 𝖮 𝖯 𝖰 𝖱 𝖲 𝖳 𝖴 𝖵 𝖶 𝖷 𝖸 𝖹 𝟣 𝟤 𝟥 𝟦 𝟧 𝟨 𝟩 𝟪 𝟫 𝟢

Math Sans Bold 𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇 𝗔 𝗕 𝗖 𝗗 𝗘 𝗙 𝗚 𝗛 𝗜 𝗝 𝗞 𝗟 𝗠 𝗡 𝗢 𝗣 𝗤 𝗥 𝗦 𝗧 𝗨 𝗩 𝗪 𝗫 𝗬 𝗭 𝟭 𝟮 𝟯 𝟰 𝟱 𝟲 𝟳 𝟴 𝟵 𝟬

Math Sans Bold Italic 𝙖 𝙗 𝙘 𝙙 𝙚 𝙛 𝙜 𝙝 𝙞 𝙟 𝙠 𝙡 𝙢 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙦 𝙧 𝙨 𝙩 𝙪 𝙫 𝙬 𝙭 𝙮 𝙯 𝘼 𝘽 𝘾 𝘿 𝙀 𝙁 𝙂 𝙃 𝙄 𝙅 𝙆 𝙇 𝙈 𝙉 𝙊 𝙋 𝙌 𝙍 𝙎 𝙏 𝙐 𝙑 𝙒 𝙓 𝙔 𝙕

Math Sans Italic 𝘢 𝘣 𝘤 𝘥 𝘦 𝘧 𝘨 𝘩 𝘪 𝘫 𝘬 𝘭 𝘮 𝘯 𝘰 𝘱 𝘲 𝘳 𝘴 𝘵 𝘶 𝘷 𝘸 𝘹 𝘺 𝘻 𝘈 𝘉 𝘊 𝘋 𝘌 𝘍 𝘎 𝘏 𝘐 𝘑 𝘒 𝘓 𝘔 𝘕 𝘖 𝘗 𝘘 𝘙 𝘚 𝘛 𝘜 𝘝 𝘞 𝘟 𝘠 𝘡

Tag                                                                                                 

Miscellaneous/Random 𝛏 𝜉 𝝃 𝝽 𝞷 𝚵 𝛯 𝜩 𝝣 𝞝 𝛑 𝛡 𝜋 𝜛 𝝅 𝝕 𝝿 𝞏 𝞹 𝟉 ℿ 𝚷 𝛱 𝜫 𝝥 𝞟 𝛗 𝛟 𝜑 𝜙 𝝋 𝝓 𝞅 𝞍 𝞿 𝟇 𝚽 𝛷 𝜱 𝝫 𝞥 𝛙 𝜓 𝝍 𝞇 𝟁 𝚿 𝛹 𝜳 𝝭 𝞧 𝛚 𝜔 𝝎 𝞈 𝟂 𝛀 𝛺 𝜴 𝝮 𝞨 ℵ ℶ ℷ ℸ ㌃ ㌀ ㌁ ㌂ ㆔ 𝄶 𝄷 𝄸 𝄹 ằ ắ Đ ệ ồ ả ư ơ ậ ồ ạ ị ọ ă ừ ề ế !̶ ẓ !̑ ð  ⃓̦ Ↄ̦ Ɂ̦ ɀ̣ l̦ ⸮ Ꮆ 卄 NJ Nj nj LJ Lj lj Ǻ ǻ Ǽ ǽ Ȫ ȫ Ȭ ȭ Ⱥ ʥ ʦ ʧ ʨ ʪ ʩ ʔ ÿ ē Ĉ အ မျိုး သား ပ ညာ ရေး ဥ ဒေ ကြ ပြ ပြီး ခြေ နဲ့ ပို ဘော စီ ။ ễ ế ତ ଚ୍ଚା ର ଣ ଅ ପୂ ୪ ୮ : ℡ ﺴ ﾳ ﾴ ﾺ ƽ  ﾢ ﾡ 䲻 Ϣ ﾽ ﾰ ﾶ 妏 二 一 彙 녊 � ﰏ Ꙭ

People Emoji: 😀 😃 😄 😁 😆 😅 😂 🤣 ☺️ 😊 😇 🙂 🙃 😉 😌 😍 😘 😗 😙 😚 😋 😜 😝 😛 🤑 🤗 🤓 😎 🤡 🤠 😏 😒 😞 😔 😟 😕 🙁 ☹️ 😣 😖 😫 😩 😤 😠 😡 😶 😐 😑 😯 😦 😧 😮 😲 😵 😳 😱 😨 😰 😢 😥 🤤 😭 😓 😪 😴 🙄 🤔 🤥 😬 🤐 🤢 🤧 😷 🤒 🤕 😈 👿 👶 👦 👧 👨 👩 👱‍♀️ 👱 👴 👵 👲 👳‍♀️ 👳 👮‍♀️ 👮 👷‍♀️ 👷 💂‍♀️ 💂 🕵️‍♀️ 🕵️ 👩‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👩‍🌾 👨‍🌾 👩‍🍳 👨‍🍳 👩‍🎓 👨‍🎓 👩‍🎤 👨‍🎤 👩‍🏫 👨‍🏫 👩‍🏭 👨‍🏭 👩‍💻 👨‍💻 👩‍💼 👨‍💼 👩‍🔧 👨‍🔧 👩‍🔬 👨‍🔬 👩‍🎨 👨‍🎨 👩‍🚒 👨‍🚒 👩‍✈️ 👨‍✈️ 👩‍🚀 👨‍🚀 👩‍⚖️ 👨‍⚖️ 🤶 🎅 👸 🤴 👰 🤵 👼

🤰 🙇‍♀️ 🙇 💁 💁‍♂️ 🙅 🙅‍♂️ 🙆 🙆‍♂️ 🙋 🙋‍♂️ 🤦‍♀️ 🤦‍♂️ 🤷‍♀️ 🤷‍♂️ 🙎 🙎‍♂️ 🙍 🙍‍♂️ 💇 💇‍♂️ 💆 💆‍♂️ 🕴️‍♀️ 🕴 💃 🕺 👯 👯‍♂️ 🚶‍♀️ 🚶 🏃‍♀️ 🏃 ⛷ 🏂 🏋️‍♀️ 🏋️ 🤺 🤼‍♀️ 🤼‍♂️ 🤸‍♀️ 🤸‍♂️ ⛹️‍♀️ ⛹️ 🤾‍♀️ 🤾‍♂️ 🏌️‍♀️ 🏌️ 🏄‍♀️ 🏄 🏊‍♀️ 🏊 🤽‍♀️ 🤽‍♂️ 🚣‍♀️ 🚣 🏇 🚴‍♀️ 🚴 🚵‍♀️ 🚵 🤹‍♀️ 🤹‍♂️ 👳🏽 👳🏽 👳🏽‍♀️ 👮🏻 👮🏻‍♀️ 〠 シ ツ ヅ ッ ㋡ ㋛ ☺ ☻ ☹ ⌤ ﺕ ⍢ ⍤ ⍥ ⍨ ⍩ ☃ ⚍ ö ⌓̈ 🗨️

Family Emoji: 👫 👭 👬 💑 👩‍❤️‍👩 👨‍❤️‍👨 💏 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 👪 ���‍👩‍👧 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 👩‍👩‍👦 👩‍👩‍👧 👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 👩‍👩‍👧‍👧 👨‍👨‍👦 👨‍👨‍👧 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦 👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 👩‍👦 👩‍👧 👩‍👧‍👦 👩‍👦‍👦 👩‍👧‍👧 👨‍👦 👨‍👧 👨‍👧‍👦 👨‍👦‍👦 👨‍👧‍👧 👩‍👦‍👶 👩‍👧‍👶 👨‍👶 👨‍👶‍👦 👨‍👶‍👧 👨‍👶‍👶 👨‍👦‍👶 👨‍👧‍👶 👩‍👦‍👧 👨‍👦‍👧 👩‍👨‍👶‍👧 👩‍👨‍👶‍👶 👩‍👩‍👦‍👧 👩‍👩‍👦‍👶 👩‍👩‍👧‍👶 👩‍👩‍👶 👩‍👩‍👶‍👦 👩‍👨‍👶 👩‍👩‍👶‍👶 👩‍👩‍👶‍👧 👩‍👨‍👧‍👶 👩‍👨‍👧‍👧 👩‍👨‍👧‍👦 👩‍👨‍👧 👩‍👨‍👦‍👶 👩‍👨‍👦‍👧 👩‍👨‍👦‍👦 👩‍👨‍👦 👨‍👩‍👶‍👶 👨‍👩‍👶‍👧 👨‍👩‍👶‍👦 👨‍👩‍👶 👨‍👩‍👧‍👶 👨‍👩‍👦‍👶 👨‍👩‍👦‍👧 👩‍👨‍👶‍👦 👨‍👨‍👶‍👶 👨‍👨‍👶‍👧 👨‍👨‍👶‍👦 👨‍👨‍👶 👨‍👨‍👧‍👶 👨‍👨‍👦‍👶 👨‍👨‍👦‍👧 👩‍👶 👩‍👶‍👶 👩‍👶‍👧 👩‍👶‍👦

Check Mark (Yes & No) symbols: ☐ ✓ ⍻ ✔ 🗸 ✅ ☑ ✔️ ☑️ 🔘 🆗 ⭕️ 👌 👍 🗹 🗹 x X 🗴 ✗ ☒ 🗶 ⮽ 🗵 🗷 ✘ ❎ ❌ 🚫 👎 🗳

Locks & Keys ⚿ 🔑 🔏 🔐 🔒 🔓

Animals emoji: 🐱 😺 😸 😹 😻 😼 😽 🙀 😿 😾 🐈 🐯 🐅 🦁 🐆 🐶 🐺 🐕 🐩 🐾 🦊 🐰 🐇 🐭 🐹 🐁 🐀 🐷 🐖 🐽 🐗 🐐 🐏 🐑 🐻 🐼 🐨 🐮 🐄 🐃 🐂 🐴 ♘ ♞ 🐎 🎠 🏇 🦄 🐵 🙈 🙉 🙊 🐒 🦍 🦌 🐪 🐫 🐘 🦏 🐿 🐔 🐓 🐤 🐣 🐥 🦃 🐧 🐦 🦆 🦅 🦉 🦇 🕊 🐝 🐛 🦋 🐌 🐚 🐞 🐜 🕷 🕸 🐸 🐢 🐍 🦎 🐊 🐉 🐲 🦂 🦀 🦑 🐙 🦈 🐳 🐋

Sports emoji: ⚽️ 🏀 🏈 ⚾️ 🎾 🏐 🏉 🎱 🏓 🏸 🥅 🏒 🏑 🏏 ⛳️ 🏹 🥊 🥋 🎽 ⛸ 🥌 🛷 🎿 ⛷ 🏂 🏋️‍♀️ 🏋️‍♂️ 🤼‍♀️ 🤼‍♂️ 🤸‍♀️ 🤸‍♂️ ⛹️‍♀️ ⛹️‍♂️ 🤺 🤾‍♀️ 🤾‍♂️ 🏌️‍♀️ 🏌️‍♂️ 🏇 🥇 🥈 🥉 🏅 🏆 🎳 ⚐ ⚑ ⛿ 🚩 🏱 🏲 🏳 🏁

Food emoji:🍏 🍎 Ѽ 🍐 🍊 🍋 🍌 🍉 🍇 🍓 🍈 🍒 🍑 🍍 🥝 🥑 🍅 🍆 🥒 🥕 🌽 🌶 🥔 🍠 🌰 🥜 🍯 🥐 🍞 🥖 🧀 🥚 🍳 🥓 🥞 🍤 🍗 🍖 🍕 🌭 🍔 🍟 🥙 🌮 🌯 🥗 🥘 🍝 🍜 🍲 🍥 🍣 🍱 🍛 🍙 🍚 🍘 🍢 🍡 🍧 🍨 🍦 🍰 🎂 🍮 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍿 🍩 🍪 🥛 🍼 ☕️ 🍵 🍶 🍺 🍻 🥂 🍷 🥃 🍸 🍹 🍾 🥄 🍴 🍽

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The Nomad token bridge appears to have actually experienced a security make use of that has actually permitted hackers to methodically drain pipes a considerable part of the bridge's funds over a long series of deals. Nearly the whole $1907 million in crypto has actually been eliminated from the bridge, with just $65154 left staying in the wallet, according to decentralized financing (DeFi) tracking platform DefiLlama. However, Nomad later on recommended to Cointelegraph that a few of the funds were withdrawn by "white hat pals" who took the funds out with the intent of protecting them. Nomad bridge is getting drained pipes, your funds may be at threat and may be able to still withdraw the staying funds ⚠ https://t.co/RgYmjSV9eB-- stani.lens (,) (@StaniKulechov) August 1, 2022 The very first suspicious deal, which might have been the genesis of the continuous make use of, came at 9: 32 pm UTC when somebody handled to get rid of 100 Wrapped Bitcoin (WBTC), worth about $2.3 million, tokens from the bridge. Shortly after the neighborhood raised alarm bells over the capacity make use of, the Nomad group verified at 11: 35 pm UTC that it knew the "occurrence including the Nomad token bridge" including it is "presently examining the occurrence." Nomad reported in an emailed action to Cointelegraph on Tuesday that a minimum of a few of individuals who took funds were acting benevolently to secure the crypto from entering into the incorrect hands. The group included that it had actually kept the services of "prominent companies for blockchain intelligence and forensics:" " Nomad has actually alerted police and is working all the time to resolve the circumstance and supply prompt updates. Wanderer's objective is to determine the accounts included and to trace and recuperate the funds. Wanderer is grateful to its numerous white hat good friends who responded rapidly to withdraw and protect the funds." So far, a minimum of one person has actually come out and used to function as a white hat hacker who plans to return the funds they drew from the bridge. The specific passing Notifi Bot on Twitter connected to Nomad in a tweet mentioning, "This is a whitehack. I prepare to return the funds." This is a whitehack. I prepare to return the funds. Waiting on main interaction from Nomad group (please supply an e-mail id for interaction). I have actually not switched any properties even after understanding that USDC can be frozen. Moved USD ... https://t.co/ffWoS2kOSA-- Notifi Bot (@notifi_xyz) August 2, 2022 The occurrence has actually seen WBTC, Wrapped Ether (WETH), USD Coin ( USDC), Frax (FRAX), Covalent Query Token (CQT), Hummingbird Governance Token (HBOT), IAGON (IAG), Dai ( DAI), GeroWallet (GERO), Card Starter (CARDS), Saddle DAO (SDL) and Charli3 (C3) tokens drawn from the bridge. Exploiters eliminated tokens in an uncommon style, as each token was eliminated in almost comparable denominations. Deals with precisely 202,440725413 USDC were carried out over 200 times. Nomad is a token bridge that permits transfers of tokens in between Avalanche, Ethereum, Evmos, Milkomeda C1, and Moonbeam. Unlike other exploits that have end up being rather prevalent in 2022, this occasion up until now has numerous addresses getting tokens straight from the bridge. Meanwhile, the Moonbeam wise agreement platform from the Polkadot network, whose native GLMR token was one targeted in the Nomad make use of, entered into upkeep mode at 11: 18 pm UTC "to examine a security event." As an outcome, Moonbeam's performance, such as routine user deals and clever agreement interactions, will be handicapped. 1/ Important Notice: The Moonbeam Network has actually entered into Maintenance Mode in order to examine a security event with a clever agreement released on the network.-- Moonbeam Network #HarvestMoonbeam (@MoonbeamNetwork) August 1, 2022 The attack is unfortunate for the bridge that its seed round financiers fundraised in April. On Friday, the task

exposed in a tweet that Coinbase Ventures, OpenSea and 5 other significant business in the crypto market took part in an April seed round fundraising, which landed Nomad a $225 million evaluation. Updated with a tweet from the prospective white hat hacker and a declaration from Nomad about the occurrence which was sent out to Cointelegraph on Tuesday. Read More

[nanamislvr]

i heard through the grapevine someone was in the mood to talk about kento 👀 the way dom!kento overstimming his partner after seeing her in a sundress has been living in my mind rent-free

THE GRAPEVINE!!! was correct.

he would absolutely adore her in a sundress! the way it sits perfectly above her thighs, the way he can see her cleavage when she gets close to him drives the man mad. So it’s expected when he pulls the car over and maneuvers both of them into the backseat. You better believe he has you keep that pretty thing on while his thumb works on your clit over and over again even after you’ve came. Even after you squirm n whine “t-too much! too much’”, his grip won’t let up but instead tighten around your thighs to pry them open. Oh when he laps up at your juices his eyes roll back and all he can do is just hold your dress up to your chest with one hand while the other runs against his cock over his slacks :(

[nanamislvr]

reread jjk and now the only man on my mind is choso 😔❤️ so sweet, would treat me right

also love him bc we both (i feel) have breeding kinks lmao

choso is the best man ever!! he also definitely has a breeding kink, it stems from his need to protect his family. He probably goes feral every time he’s with reader n he’s about to cum, all he can think of is filling reader up until their round with his baby :(, the thought of having a little family makes this man pounce on reader every other day because he just wants to so desperately try n have a baby!

[nanamislvr]

AJ AJ AJ MY BRAIN IS ROTTING OVER FERAL MIKEY FUCKING HIMSELF STUPID IN Y/N'S CUNT 😭😭 completely losing himself and only cares about cumming bc he missed u so much :(

STOP oh my goodness he would have your legs thrown over his shoulders, gripping onto your hips while he thrusts into your cunt like his life depends on it. His pretty eyes are rolled back and he’s dipping his head into the crook of your neck, whining at how good your warm walls feel wrapped around his cock. Poor thing, he’s just trying to chase that feeling that’s building up in his lower stomach, he’s so gone that he doesn’t even realize you’ve came already until you clench around him, pulling a throaty gasp from his lips. When you whisper to him that you’ve missed him that’s when he finally shoots his load in you, but don’t be fooled he’s not even done. He’ll keep thrusting into you, even if his cock goes raw from how much he’s came :( just can’t get enough of your cunt <3