#Cruella De Vil x Fem!Reader

[spookie-bitch]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Baby, I'm Jealous*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Pairings: Cruella x fem!reader Contains: bit of angst but mostly fluff TW: None I can think of, lmk if there is any Word count: 987

An: my requests are open :)

Cruella watches as you laugh at yet another one of that battered's jokes. You had been talking with him for a good thirty minutes, and she wants nothing more than anything to walk over there and drag you away, but she can't. She would have no reason too. The only people who know about you and Cruella are Jasper, Horace, and Artie. As far as everyone knew, the two of you were just friends. She couldn't blame him of course, you looked positively enchanting in the dress she had made for you. It brought out your eyes and complemented your flawless skin, who wouldn't want you? But that didn't mean she sill wasn't fuming. You could feel her eyes burning into the back of your head but you ignored it. You knew she gets very easily jealous but she had nothing to be jealous of. You were simply chatting with the guests, trying to pass the time. Unfortunately, the guest who you just so happen to be chatting with, not so secretly facies you, you were just to oblivious to see it. "So, are you here alone?" Asks the man casually as he puts his hands in his suit pockets. "Not really," you reply with a smile, "I'm here with my friends, Jasper and Horace." You motion over to the refreshments, where the two boys have been congregating for the entirety of the ball. "Really?" He remarks with a somewhat surprised tone. It was probably fake, he knew you were here alone, at least he thought he did. Cruella's eyes stared menacingly at the two of you as she takes a sip of her champagne, her grip tightening on the glass. She couldn't hear what you two were talking about, she was too far away, she just didn't like that you were talking with him at all. "You sound surprised," you state with a chuckle. "Well I just thought that surely a lovely lady like yourself, would have someone to dance with," He retorted in a flirty voice, winking at you. Your face goes a bright shade of red when you finally realize he's been flirting with you this whole time. You couldn't believe that you hadn't noticed, you felt so dumb. You clear you throat to momentarily pull yourself together before speaking, "I'm not really much of a dancer." He seems to take the hint and frowns a bit. "It's not for everyone," he replies politely, "you have a nice night ma'am." He gives you a polite half bow before walking off. You let out a shakey breath you didn't know you were holding, relieved that he's gone. You stand awkwardly, not sure what to do, when you feel a cold hand on the back of your shoulder. "Y/n, darling!" Says Cruella states, a hit of jealousy showing through her sultry voice. "Enjoying the party?" Her grip tightens on your shoulder ever so slightly. You turn to face Cruella, your face still a shade of red from embarrassment. "It's just fine," you reply with a sheepish smile. You can see the storm brewing in her eyes as she slowly looks you up and down, a dangerous mix of jealousy and possessiveness. Her red lips curl into a smile as she meets your eyes again. "Just fine?" She asks in a slightly sarcastic tone. "I had hoped you would be having more fun that that dear," she adds, taking a sip of her champagne, never breaking eye contact. "You know I'm not much of a social butterfly," you respond, trying to lighten the tension that is hanging in the air. She chuckles, "oh I know, darling. I just noticed you seemed to have made a friend," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. You feel your face heat up. "Just small talk really," you reply, your voice sounding a lot weaker than before, "I don't think he'll be bothering me much more." "Good," she remarks, her voice laced with possessiveness. She leans in a bit closer, her perfume mingling with the scent of champagne in the air, filing your senses. "Because I'd hate for my carefully crafted evening to be ruined by someone who's... uninvited." You nodd slowly and she pulls away, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.

"Shall we take a walk?" She asks, though you know it's not much of a question, and more of a command. She leads you out the big front doors of Hell Hall and out by the unkempt gardens. It is dimly lit, the soft glow from the ballroom casting long shadows that seem to dance in the cool night.She studies you for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of your dress before locking onto yours. "You know, darling," she starts, her voice smooth as silk as she leans closer to you,"I don't like to share." Your face turns a vibrant shade of red, causing Cruella to chuckle. She gently lifts your chin and turns in to the side, before placing a soft, long lasting kiss where your neck and jaw meet.The warmth of her lips against your skin contrasts with the cold night air, sending a shiver through you. When she pulls back, the imprint of her red lipstick is vivid against your skin and she smiles with satisfaction.You swallow nervously, feeling embarrassed. There's no denying the power Cruella holds over you. "I think it's about time we head back, don't you, darling?" Says Cruella with a chuckle. You just nodd, not knowing what else to do in your flustered state. She smirks and fixes your hair to cover the lipstick on your neck before you follow her back into the crowded room. When you step back inside, it looks as if no one had noticed you or Cruella had been missing, for everyone was preoccupied with their own conversations. For the rest of the night you stick by Jasper and Horace, not wanting to cause another... inconvenience.

[pezberrywhoreee]

cruella x (fem) reader smut drabble!! 'the inspection'

Pairing: dom!cruella de vil (Cruella 2021) x subfem!reader

Words: 1,111

content warning: D/S relationship (heavy), degradation, mocking, cunt inspection, light mommy kink, mentions of torture

Summary: Cruella gives you some well earned attention...though not nicely or selflessly.

Note: Nobody on this planet is producing queer Cruella fanfiction and it's starting to eat away at my soul. I'll do it, bitches. I'm so disgustingly obsessed with this movie and this woman btw...i should be institutionalised. I'll try to hold back but I cannot promise anything :D. (if y'all like this, i may continue this, post it on ao3 (@faberryslut09). i just needed some to write something before i exploded from horny :))

You could already feel yourself practically leaking onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen.

Cruella hadn't explicitly ordered you to be kneeling for her by the time she arrived from a long day of hunting for the right pieces for the next collection, but you thought that it would be a sweet surprise. Plus, it was going to eventually happen that night so why not start the fun earlier?

Your head dropped and your hands clasped behind you back as the sound of the lift resounded throughout the warehouse.

The much present desperation invited a soft shake within your bare body, shivering in anticipation.

This was made more intense at the clank of the lift door opening followed by the rhythmic tapping of a cane and boots against the wood. Your breathing stopped momentarily out of fear when the sound came slower, almost feeling the need to look up but you could feel her gaze burning into your body.

The woman's evil cackle erupted in the quiet space, adding to the tension filled room. There was a hint of mischief to the laughter that sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. You tried to quiet the involuntary mewling noises rising in your throat.

"Oh darling~ how depraved". She chuckled, looking down on you, literally and figuratively.

Cruella's low, sophisticated voice never failed to bring you certain feelings of arousal and compliance. As soon as you heard that tone it was like clockwork of how instantly you were by her feet.

Your eyes fluttered shut at her mocking tone which was accompanied by her free hand in your hair, gently petting and playing for now. The trembling of your body threatened to intensify but you tried to compose it as best as you could. Much to the woman's amusement, you were still steadily shaking from the intense arousal powering your being.

Cruella began to circle your kneeling body, her cane tapping along with her. "How long have you been waiting like this, pet?". She asked, seemingly unbothered.

You kept your head down as you answered her, a betraying whine in your voice. "About half an hour, ma'am".

A refined brow shot up in response as well as a smirk tugging at her lips. "Well...consider me impressed, darling. Although you could do far better than that". She said as is if she wasn't convinced by her own praise followed by her usual condescending remarks. You felt yourself drip each time she spoke.

"On your back, I must inspect you". She commanded effortlessly. "You know how it is, pet", she whispered seductively.

Wordlessly, you placed you arms in front of you on the hardwood floor, lifting your weight to stretch you legs out and gently push yourself onto your back.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you at how she took in every inch of your body, the hunger in her eyes growing. That animalistic stare forever burned into your mind. You could feel her obsession just through her eyes.

A louder chuckle was heard from above as the light perfectly caught the small puddle that was underneath you. The woman placed her cane down and crouched down in front of you, eyeing the slick on the ground. The smirk on her face turned into a shit eating grin.

"Desperate, are we?" She mocked, her tone higher in feigned worry. A sigh left your lungs as you felt yourself clench at her tone.

You gasped as you felt the sting of her palm being brought down on your thigh. "Yes, mommy". You answered in a whimper.

She hummed her approval before fully kneeling down in front of your spread legs and groping at your flesh mindlessly.

"Were you thinking about me? About what I would do to you?". Her tone drove you fucking crazy. The lowness was one thing but her seeming lack of care made you feel like she was the only thing that existed. She had barley touched you and you could feel yourself falling into subspace.

"Yes, ma'am", you responded simply, waiting for permission to say more.

"Anything in particular, darling?". The woman asked, her fingers tracing shapes over your skin.

"I— need to be controlled and told how to please you. I will do anything— anything to feel your touch. No one can make me feel like you can. I need someone—smarter to think for me". You recited, desperation embedded in your voice.

"Oh darling~ I am quite aware that you're nothing but a stupid pet who can't think for themselves. I mean...would a non corrupt person get this wet just by thinking? I don't think so". She purred in an icy tone, her hands slowly making contact with your leaking cunt.

You felt the heartbeat in your core quicken as her thumb played with your slit, collecting some slick and rubbing it into your swollen flesh.

A loud whine escaped you when you felt her fingers part your lips, her hot breath inches from your cunt. You instantly covered your eyes with your forearms at how intensely vulnerable it was to get inspected by such a powerful gaze.

You refrained from bucking your hips at the now constant surges of arousal that all landed in your core. Air trapped in your lungs as you felt her nails dig into you thighs, each ounce of pain that she inflicted drove you further into becoming a mess for her.

"I want you to see the effect that I have on you, darling. Isn't it just so consuming?", She asked rhetorically, her glare pointed up to your face. She hummed once more when you lifted you arms away and looked down at her, unable to quiet the moan ready to make itself known.

"I believe you're more than ready to take me...but I could make you wait longer, see how much desperation you're capable of". She threatened, easily slipping her middle and ring finger inside of you due to your heavily aroused state.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull at finally feeling her inside of you after waiting so patiently.

Cruella pulled out just as quickly. "There's a spot on the floor that needs some attention, darling". She purred, referring to the mess that you made.

You instantly knew what she wanted you to do so you got on your knees once more and lowered your face to the ground. As your tongue reached the ground, your eyes fell closed in a secure sense of submission. Groaning at the taste of yourself, you lapped up every drop until the hardwood was clean.

"Good pet. How about some prolonged torture as a reward?" The woman grinned nefariously.

[eliaria28]

Black and white masquerade ball

A series of one-shots, THIS IS NOT A LINEAR STORY, IT CONTINUES TIME JUMPS AND DIFFERENT SITUATIONS.

For all Cruella lovers like me.

It doesn't follow the linear story of the movie, I try to be as faithful to the character as possible but I welcome your constructive criticism.

I hope for recommendations of fics like this because I really need to satiate my crush with fics of her.

my ao3 user is Ari_28laufeyson let me know if you like it, thanks.

English is not my first language, I am sorry for any translation error.

My taste in dress could be considered trendy, my public figure known, part of the cream of Paris and London, recognized as someone of respect and admiration, I Y/N Dubois daughter of a renowned designer of Paris in its golden age Antoine Dubois, raised with fashion from the cradle I have acquired experience in this field, of which I only practice modeling to please my elderly father. However, I won't lie that thanks to that I am here I have learned to love modeling, and at this moment looking to rub shoulders with a powerful figure in London, The Baroness. I have been invited to her black and white ball a masquerade party, this is my chance to see if there is a possibility of negotiating working collaborations together.

I dress according to the dress code I decide to wear white a tight satin dress with small pieces of draped fabric accompanied by a square neckline that gives space to observe my chest with a beautiful pearl necklace, white stiletto heels that do not reach to notice by the length of the dress unless my leg peeks through the open skirt on one side, and my lace mask perfectly tied with my hair up with loose strands to give it a little sensuality, finally, I'm ready.

I enter the room full of people with the most impeccable clothes I can see, gathered in their conversations focused only on enjoying the evening.

I direct my gaze behind me only to see the baroness talking to a journalist apparently with what she told her I can see that she is a despot, with that is enough I know how I should treat her and act, with a false admiration worthy of my acting gifts. I approach with great determination, but before I can open my mouth I hear glass falling on the floor, quickly that catches my attention, a tower of finely placed glasses now on the floor and next to it a woman in a white cape and her champagne glass finished drinking placing it gracefully on the waiter's tray, while I didn't get to hear what she said I only saw her crimson lips moving to finally have a match between her fingers, giving a direct look to the baroness in front of her and dropping the match to the floor, while her flaming cape quickly turns into a red dress like the color of her lips and her beautiful black and white curly hair that matches her perfect feathered mask.... this perfect stranger has just captured my attention in the most unique way possible and with her mischievous smile that is the cherry on the cake.

Following that I see how the security guards want to take her by the arm and she so nimbly doesn't allow them to touch her, I see how she plays with them and manages to hit them with her stick, the people are just as shocked as I am while the baroness looks nervous, when they finally manage to introduce her to her they start to talk, something I can't manage to hear but I am highly interested, I decide not to interrupt while I walk around the room and meet the journalist from before.

-Hi, nice to meet you, Y/N Dubois, I couldn't avoid noticing that you are a journalist, is that right? - I say as I offer her a handshake.

-Anita Darling," she replies as she accepts my handshake, "That's right, I'm a journalist for the Tattletale, Miss Dubois, I understand you are a model without fear of being mistaken.

-That's right, I dared to greet you, you understand that I must rub shoulders with the right people here, and having a journalist acquaintance could help me a lot if it's no bother.

- Not at all, from now on we are not careless strangers," she says as she smiles.

-You seem very nice to me, Miss Darling- I mention with a certain charisma and interest.

-It is mutual, believe me, now if you will excuse me, Miss Dubois, I must continue to gather the events of this evening to write them in tomorrow's note, the fact that a person you may know came here makes me uneasy.

-Of course, nice to meet you, enjoy your soiree.

Said these continue with their way and I with mine tasting treats waiting to talk to that unknown woman, the baroness step to the background, no one would dare to do something like that impression that ... attracts me.

After that I just see how there are rats in the baroness' saucer, it's almost like someone had planned it, I can't take my eyes off her when I see her tearing off the baroness' necklace without her noticing....

-Smart girl, I whisper.

I look up and a man falls on top of a cake? Dalmatians barking and people evacuating the hall, at what point did this turn into complete chaos? it is not possible....

As a precaution I decide to evacuate, but my dress and heels cause me to stumble and slip on a person.

-Are you all right? says a woman's voice as she takes my hand.

I turn to see her and it's as if the world disappears, her soft touch, I get up quickly.

-Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

-We need to get out of here," she says without delay.

-Sure.

Once outside I notice how she's looking for some persons, before wasting any more time.

-Excuse me, what's your name?

-Cruella

-I hope to meet you again cruella, I like your mask- I say before leaving I only see how she looks at me, I turn around and quickly look for my driver to leave this place as soon as possible, leaving that mysterious and attractive woman with the black mask....

Once I get into the car, I only look for the last time to where she was, sadly, without seeing her again.

Who would have thought that, among so many people with masks, she has caught my attention, this mystery only adds sensuality to the matter, I don't know why she caused me so much interest and why I enjoy so much this encounter...

Perhaps... was it destiny?

I hope to meet you again cruella, without fear of being mistaken, you have enchanted me dear, from head to toe, I wish I could have seen your face behind that fine mask, and I wish you could have seen me under mine, maybe that way, you would recognize me, I just hope to meet you again on my way.

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My morning was relatively calm, I leave my apartment every morning I exercise in Regent's park, as a model I have strict rules that I must follow to the letter however I do it more for how enjoyable the morning is in London, cold and cloudy, an environment that I really enjoy, after walking my daily route I head to my favorite coffee, my usual order a cappuccino, as I sit at the usual table....

Last night...finished drinking it's like a bucket of cold water has hit me, I need answers. As I leave the cafe I see in front of me a newspaper store, perfect, just by reading the main article I notice that everyone is talking about her, mischievous girl, I like you.

-This is enough just to know that you and I will see each other again my dear," I say in almost a whisper and a pure smile of enthusiasm.

[lilacmingi]

CRUELLA DE VIL (DISNEY VILLAINS AU)

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works. NO SPAM-LIKING PLEASE

Pairing: Cruella!San x boutique owner!fem reader (ft business partner!Hongjoong)

Word count: 6,745

Note: Okay this one might be my fave out of the whole series!! So many people loved it on Wattpad and I personally am really proud of this one to this day!!

The new window display looked incredible. You had stayed after closing the previous night to put it up in hopes that it would attract some new customers. Not just that, but you wanted to show off the jacket you worked so hard to reform.

You went in to make a few minor adjustments before opening for the day. As you were straightening up the outfit on the mannequin, your coworker and business partner, Hongjoong, walked in adjusting his beret.

Today's ensemble consisted of a white t-shirt with safety pins all over it, thick, black suspenders clipped onto a pair of black pants with a partial red, plaid pleated skirt attached to it—he's always dressing in the most wonderfully unique outfits.

"Morning." You greeted, stepping out of the window display. "You're looking fashionable, as usual."

"Thank you." He grinned, doing a little spin so you could see a full 360 view of the outfit. "I'm experimenting with something different."

"You mean the skirt attached to the pants?"

"Yeah. I think it looks cool, don't you?"

"Yes! I love it. We might be able to sell something like that, hm?" You grinned, raising a brow.

"If the people want it, I'll be more than happy to make more." He said. "Oh, here's your coffee, by the way."

"Ah." You placed your hand on your chest. "You're a doll. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He nodded, heading to the back.

Seconds later, music started playing through the speakers in the store, your lips curling into a pleased smile.

You and Hongjoong shared a similar music taste and you'd both curated the perfect playlist for the store. It's a mix of alternative rock, indie, and a touch of classic rock and indie pop—which was fit for your motley boutique.

The two of you had been friends since college. You both majored in business and shared a love for reforming clothes. It wasn't long until you started making plans for a business. You made a deal to go in together, save the money, and start up your own boutique, and as of one year ago, you did. It was a brilliant idea that blossomed into what it is today.

Yours and Hongjoong's business is located

in one of the fashion capitals of the world—London. You both specialize in thrifting and reforming. The two of you check out local thrift shops and buy pieces to cut up and put back together to make something unique. You can't find clothes like yours and Hongjoong's anywhere else.

"So, I stopped at a couple secondhand shops on my way here. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't. What did you find? Anything good?"

"Well, I found this scarf." He spoke, pulling the accessory from a shopping bag. "The print is unique. I thought maybe we could cut up uneven chunks of the fabric and sew them on a jacket or something."

"Ooh." You nodded, envisioning the piece. "I like that. What else?"

"These dainty little chains and these boots."

"Let me guess. Attach the chains to the boots to make them edgy?" You guessed.

"Yes! This is why we're business partners." He grinned. "I'm gonna go put this stuff in the back with the other pieces."

You hummed in acknowledgement and took a sip of coffee, the sweet taste coating your tastebuds, a slightly bitter aftertaste following.

"Please help get me through the day." You spoke to the beverage as you plopped down behind the register.

Hongjoong emerged from the back room, smoothing out his shirt.

"That window display looks nice."

"Thank you. I did stay late last night to get it set up." You grinned, proudly. "I hope it attracts some new customers."

"It will. It looks fantastic. No other storefronts look like ours." Hongjoong assured you, his eyes trailing off to the dog bed behind the counter, your pet Dalmatian curled up asleep inside.

"I didn't even know Valentino was here." He commented.

"Yeah. He's tired today. He's been sleeping ever since I got here."

"Hey. If that window display doesn't attract new customers, Valentino will."

"Yeah, he's a favorite among our usual customers."

"Speaking of customers." Hongjoong pointed towards the front entrance.

Someone was standing outside in front of the display window, you couldn't see them too well from where you were sitting, though.

"I'm gonna go work on those boots. Just call me if you need me."

"Sure." You nodded, watching Hongjoong disappear behind the beaded curtain separating the front of the store from the back.

You stayed sitting behind the register, assuming the person outside was just perusing and most likely wouldn't come inside.

Just then, the door to the boutique opened, catching your attention. You turned your head and watched as a man with unique half black and half white hair strode into the store. He wore pinstripe pants and a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, a tight corset cinched around his waist. On top of the entire ensemble was a cream-colored fur coat draped over his shoulders. His entire appearance practically screamed high fashion and you were left speechless as you stared at this incredibly well-dressed man.

"What's that in the display window?" He asked, pointing with his cane.

"A jacket."

"I know what it is. I'm not stupid. I want to know who made it."

"I did." You answered.

"It's wonderful."

"Thank you." You were surprised to hear this man's praise. "Would you like to see it up close?"

"What kind of question is that?"

You stepped onto the platform in the display window and removed the jacket, bringing it to your new and eccentric customer.

He held it up, examining it, running his gloved fingers over the embellishments on it.

When you first got a hold of it, it was a measly little leather jacket with a couple holes in it, but now it looked like something completely new. You put a couple patches printed to look like newspapers on the jacket to cover the holes and added hundreds of studs and chains to it. To top it off, the word rebel was hand-painted on the back in sharp, white letters.

"I'll take it." The customer finally spoke.

"That's wonderful. Let me ring you up."

He followed you to the register where he paid for the jacket.

At this point, Valentino had gotten out of his bed and wandered around the counter.

"What a cute dog." He commented.

"Thank you. His name is Valentino."

"Like the fashion designer."

"The very same."

"Hm." The man gave a hum of what seemed like approval.

"You know, I just put that jacket out last night. You're the first one to show interest in it."

"What can I say? I have an eye for fashion." He grinned.

"I'd say you do. Your outfit is incredible."

"Oh, this?" He questioned as if it were nothing. "I just threw this together."

Your brows raised at his nonchalance.

"Well, darling, thank you for the jacket." He gave you a wink, retrieving the clothing from the counter. "Perhaps I'll see you around."

You blinked a few times as you watched him stride away, your cheeks feeling slightly warm at the nickname darling.

"Wait." You called out.

The man turned to glance over his shoulder.

"What's your name?"

"San. Don't wear it out, dear."

Just then, Hongjoong emerged from the back seeing San leave the store. The door closed and Hongjoong turned to look at you in your flustered state.

"Who was that?"

"San."

"San who?"

"I don't know, but he was beautiful."

Hongjoong let out a snort. "You're drooling."

You brought your hand up to your mouth, not feeling a thing.

"Am not."

"You were about to."

You rolled your eyes, choosing not to argue back.

A few days passed and all you could think about was the fashionable San. He was only in your store for about five minutes, but he made quite an impression on you, capturing your attention as soon as he stepped into your establishment.

A customer had just purchased a pair of pants with a partial skirt attached to it. Hongjoong only made one tester pair just to see if anyone would buy it.

"Looks like you need to make more of those pants." You commented.

"Looks like I do." Hongjoong smiled.

Your eyes widened as you saw San walking past the storefront, his eyes landing on the new display you set up.

"Oh my gosh." You stood from your seat behind the register.

"What?"

"There he is!" You whispered, pointing to the window.

"That San guy from a few days ago?" Hongjoong asked.

"Yes."

"He came back? That must mean he loved what he bought."

Your cheeks became warm thinking about San loving the jacket so much that he came back.

The door opened and in walked the highly fashionable man from the other day. Today he wore a black and white striped shirt with a long, black trench coat over the top. The pants he wore were the same color as his jacket and were cropped above his ankles, showing off his shiny dress shoes with pointed, metallic-capped tips.

"Hello." Hongjoong greeted as he approached San.

"Hello." San responded as he passed Hongjoong, walking straight to you. "Y/n, my dear."

He took your hand, giving a kiss to the back of it. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Yeah. It's a surprise to see you." You managed to say.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he let go of your hand. "You're surprised I came back?"

"Well, yes."

"I wanted to see what else you've got. Hopefully it's as good as that jacket."

"Ah, well, feel free to look around." You gestured to the endless racks of clothes. "We have plenty more items like that."

San turned towards all the clothes and began perusing the store.

You watched as he strode around, his fingers running over the fabric of the clothes hanging up. Every so often, he would pull a piece of clothing off the rack, examining the garment and rubbing the fabric between his fingers. If he found something he liked, he would take it off the rack and toss it over his arm.

"I must admit, I'm impressed." San spoke up.

"Thank you. I can't take all the credit, though. Hongjoong designs a lot of these pieces as well." You spoke up.

"You're both incredibly talented." San praised. "What about this?" He retrieved a pair of pants from the rack.

You remember the trousers well, Hongjoong designed them. He took two different pairs of pants and cut them in half, one black pair, the other red plaid. He sewed them together and clipped a wallet chain onto the belt loops.

"I made those." Hongjoong spoke up.

"Incredible." San murmured. "I'll take these. I have just the right top to pair with them."

Hongjoong offered to ring up the items San had collected while you made yourself busy rearranging a jewelry display.

Once San had paid for his items, he headed towards the door, briefly coming to a stop beside you.

"Keep doing what you're doing, love. There aren't many people who possess the talent you and your business partner have."

"Thank you." You told him.

"Don't mention it." He waved his hand dismissively as he headed towards the door. "Au revoir." (goodbye in French)

Again, you were left speechless and absolutely awestruck.

"He's amazing."

San continued to stop by the boutique over the next couple weeks, always looking for new finds and wanting to know the latest piece of clothing that had been reformed. He even showed interest in Hongjoong's pants with the half skirt attached to it and requested a custom pair of his own. He was practically a regular customer at this point.

Each time he popped into the store, he wore yet another incredible outfit that left you mind blown. He was the most fashionable person you had met—besides Hongjoong, of course.

"You know San?" You asked.

"The one you always ogle at?" Hongjoong asked.

"I do not—" He gave you a look, making you stop mid-sentence. "Yes. That one."

"What about him?"

"Do you think he lives around here?"

"I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"We should hire him."

"What?"

"His style is incredible. We could use someone like him on our staff."

"Hm." Hongjoong hummed. "It's not a bad idea."

The mail slot in the front door opens as today's newspaper falls to the floor. Your dog, Valentino got up to retrieve it, carrying it over to you.

"Ah, the paper. Thank you, Valentino." You thanked your Dalmatian, taking the newspaper from him.

You unrolled the paper, pausing when you saw a photo of a familiar-looking man printed on the front page.

Plastered on the front page of the newspaper was a photo of San, and he was wearing your jacket. The cover read: RENOWNED SOUTH KOREAN FASHION DESIGNER CHOI SAN AT LONDON'S FASHION WEEK.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Hongjoong?" You called out.

Your partner came hurrying over.

"What's wrong? What is it?"

"Look." You showed him the front page.

Hongjoong's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open.

"He's a fashion designer?" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"Apparently so. A renowned fashion designer too."

"I can't believe this. Do you know what that means?" Hongjoong asked.

"We had a popular fashion designer stop by our shop!"

"Exactly! Do you think he told his famous fashion designer friends about us?" He inquired excitedly.

"I don't know. Let's read the article."

South Korean fashion designer Choi San has graced London with his presence, traveling to the bustling city for London Fashion Week. He's been seen around the city wearing some eye-catching outfits that have people talking.

Choi San is known for his uniquely original and out-of-the-box designs. Fans and designers alike are all anticipating what he has in store.

"Wow." You gaped. "I'm speechless."

"Do you think those eye-catching outfits consisted of anything he bought from this store?" Inquired Hongjoong.

"I sure hope so."

You were dying for San to return to the boutique. You wanted so badly to talk to him about the new information you found out.

It was a couple days before he returned.

Those were the longest two days of your life.

One overcast day, he came striding into the boutique, graceful and elegant as ever.

"Hello." He greeted before perusing the items, acting as if he wasn't hiding a huge secret.

"You're a renowned fashion designer?!" You shrieked.

"Of course, doll." He responded, casually as his fingertips trailed over a pair of handmade earrings on display.

"And you didn't say anything?"

"You didn't know?" He asked, raising a brow.

"No. I saw you in the paper the other day."

"Well, I don't fault you for that. I'm fairly new in the fashion scene. A virtuoso, they call me. Can you believe that?" He chuckled. "It's rather flattering."

"I can't believe a famous fashion designer has been visiting our little boutique. I had no idea."

"Don't let it get to you, dear." He chuckled. "My status shouldn't change the relationship between us."

"R-relationship?" You blushed.

"Yes?" He said it like a question. "We're friends, are we not?"

"Yes! Friends. Of course. Yeah." You chuckled nervously.

That was awkward.

Hongjoong emerged from the back room with a newly reformed piece of clothing, a measuring tape draped around his neck.

"Ah! Just the man I wanted to see." He smiled. "What do you think?"

Hongjoong held up a black coat that had been completely redone. It was embellished with silver swirls and had epaulettes added onto the shoulders.

"Wow." San gaped. "I love everything about it. How much?"

Hongjoong gave him the price he was considering for the garment and San immediately bought it.

"I'll probably stop by within the next few days." He told the both of you.

"That's fine. You're welcome any time. Even if we're closed." Hongjoong smiled.

"Good to know." San tossed his shopping bag over his shoulder. "Until next time." He waved, striding out of the shop.

San returned to your store just a few days later, a large bag tossed over his shoulder.

He strode into the boutique, dropping the sack onto the floor. You furrowed your brows at him.

"Well, don't just stand there. Have a look." He gestured.

You opened the bag and began digging through it, gasping as you pulled out multiple pieces of designer clothes.

"What are you doing? This is thousands of dollars worth of your clothing."

"Right. I want you to tear it up."

"I'm sorry?"

"What you do here. Thrifting clothes. Tearing them apart and putting them back together. I'm having a show, that's why I'm here in London. I'd like to do a small showcase during my show."

"So you're talking about a collaboration? Your clothes, our style?" You questioned.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, love."

"We would love to."

"I'd like to watch you work if you don't mind. I can assist you, of course. I would just need a station with a sewing machine."

"Don't worry. We have an extra in the back." Hongjoong chimed in. "We can definitely work something out."

"Fabulous." San grinned. "Let's get to work, shall we?"

Later that evening when the store closed, the three of you gathered in the back room where all of the sorting and reassembling took place. You and Hongjoong would examine each piece San brought in, making plans and sketches, discussing how you would upcycle it. With each piece came a story from San about how he came up with the idea for the garment. You enjoyed hearing him talk about his thought process, hanging on to every word. You took it as an opportunity to learn a bit from the fashion genius.

After examining each piece of clothing, the three of you got to work. You and Hongjoong would cut up clothes while San laid them out on a table and pieced them together, following the sketches the two of you provided. Naturally, you and your business partner had music playing to help keep everyone motivated. Though, sometimes you'd get distracted, prancing around the room and dancing.

Unbeknownst to you, San was watching and admiring you as you goofed off. To see you so carefree while doing what you love made his heart swell.

A couple hours passed and the three of you had gotten a considerable amount of work done. You cut up about half of the clothes San brought to you and laid them out with pieces of other garments of San's that you'd planned to turn into one piece.

Once you had a few pieces laid out, you and San began to sew them together while Hongjoong continued to disassemble any remaining garments in the bag.

At some point, Hongjoong let out a huff, stretching his back.

"I could use something to eat. Is anyone else hungry?"

"Starving." You responded.

Hongjoong glanced at his watch.

"It's only 7:00 PM. I can go and pick something up."

"Sounds good. San and I can stay here and keep working."

"Perfect. What's everyone in the mood for?"

You and San shared a look before you spoke up.

"Pizza?"

You then looked to San for approval, worried that he would turn the idea down and suggest some lavish meal.

"It's a classic. You can't go wrong with pizza." He responded.

"Great." Hongjoong clasped his hands together. "I'll be back soon."

Your partner left the room, the sound of the front entrance closing behind him following shortly after. You paid no mind to it as you worked, sewing the lower half of a red plaid shirt onto the bottom of a cropped, leather jacket.

"So, Y/n, how long have you been into fashion?" San inquired.

"Since I was a kid. I'd get into my parents' closet and take their clothes." You chuckled. "I remember one time I took my dad's suit jacket and tied one of my mom's scarves around the waist. Then, I got a hold of her red heels and put them on. The outfit was horrendous and I was far too little for any of the clothes, but it was so much fun."

A soft smile made its way onto San's face as he pictured a tiny you prancing around in a large jacket and heels.

"I used to draw pictures of outfits too. Most of the drawings were of dresses. I'm talking pages upon pages."

"Did you ever create any of those drawings?"

"Goodness no." You chuckled. "When I got older and learned how to use a sewing machine, my taste had changed quite a bit."

San listened to you talk about how your love for fashion progressed as well as how you and Hongjoong met and started your business together.

"That's quite a story."

"Yeah, it is." You hummed. "Not everyone is lucky enough to have their plans work out like mine and Hongjoong's."

"I'd say you're both very lucky."

Valentino, who had been napping walked up to you, resting his head in your lap. You stopped what you were doing to give him a few soft pets accompanied by ear scratches. His tail wagged happily in response. When you stopped, he lifted his paw, placing it on the side of your thigh as a way to tell you to keep going.

"Alright." You chuckled. "But only for a little while. Mama's got work to do."

San watched you with adoration, his heart thumping heavily in his chest.

"How did you get Valentino?" He asked.

"I actually found him roaming the streets. I was headed here when I spotted him. I felt so bad. He was only a little guy at the time. I brought him into the store and gave him part of the sandwich I packed for lunch. Hongjoong was surprised to see me come in with a dog, but he didn't mind. I decided that day that I would keep him." You gave the Dalmatian a fond look as you stroked his ears. "While I was working, he wandered in the back room. I later found him sleeping on a Valentino shirt Hongjoong thrifted. That's how I decided to name him."

"He's lucky to have you." San smiled.

"I think I'm the lucky one."

It wasn't long before Hongjoong returned with a couple pizzas and some drinks. The three of you took a twenty minute break to eat and rest before getting back to work. When midnight rolled around, you decided to call it a night. The three of you agreeing to close up shop and head home, promising to pick up again the next day.

You continued to meet up for a week, working tirelessly on the clothes. San and Hongjoong stayed in the back room sewing while you worked the store. When you weren't running the boutique, you were in the back helping San, switching out with Hongjoong.

It took two weeks for every piece to be completed. Once finished, each item of clothing was placed on a hanger and put in a garment bag, provided by San, then put inside a van.

"Thank you so much, darling." San beamed, flashing a bright smile accompanied by the most charming dimples. "The two of you have done marvelous work."

"It was an honor." You told him.

"It really was. To work with someone like you has been such an awesome experience." Hongjoong agreed.

"It's been wonderful working with the both of you." San approached Hongjoong, giving him a brief cheek-to-cheek air kiss.

He then moved over, doing the same to you, except he actually kissed your cheeks.

"I'll see you around." He smirked, giving you a wink before hopping into the van and driving off.

You stood with your mouth open, your cheeks burning from San's sudden kisses.

"He just..." You trailed off, your hands cupping your burning cheeks.

Hongjoong stood off to the side, unable to hold back giggles as he watched you in your flustered state, having witnessed the exchange.

"Y/n! The paper's here!" Hongjoong called. "And San is on the cover again!"

You rushed out of the back room, excitedly.

"Let's see what it says."

Hongjoong laid the paper out on the counter so the both of you could read it. The front page was plastered with photos of San wearing clothes that he bought from the boutique. Your eyes traveled from the photos to the article as you began to read it.

Choi San is set to have a fashion show this weekend where he will showcase his most recent designs. The fashion genius has been spotted walking the streets of London wearing an incredible ensemble from his new fashion line. Critics have been raving over the pieces he's been seen wearing around the city. When asked for any clues about his upcoming line, this was his response.

"Well, I can't reveal much about my designs, but the theme for the show will be 'The Next Generation of Fashion'. So stay tuned, darlings." The designer said.

"What?" You frowned. "His designs?"

"That can't be right." Hongjoong murmured.

His eyes scanned over the article, a frown on his face.

"He didn't say that, did he?"

"It says it right there, plain as day." You pointed. "I can't reveal much about my designs. Not only that, but it says he's been wearing his designs around the city. The clothes he's wearing in the photos is our stuff from the shop."

Hongjoong shook his head in response, unable to believe that San would do that.

"I have to talk with him." You murmured.

"It looks like you'll get your chance."

The door swung open and in walked Choi San, happy as ever.

"Hello, loves." He greeted, striding towards the register.

Hongjoong, who knew what was going to happen, quickly made himself scarce.

Your jaw clenched as he approached you with an arrogant grin that you wanted so badly to slap off his face. You snatched up the newspaper and slammed it onto the counter.

"Care to explain?"

The designer's brows furrowed as he looked down at the front page. "I don't understand."

"The article, San. You totally took credit for mine and Hongjoong's work."

"No, I didn't."

"It says so right here." You pointed.

He leaned down to get a better look at the paper.

"I can't believe I thought you wanted to work with me." You scoffed, shaking your head. "Just go."

San merely turned around and left the boutique without another word.

A huff left you as you spun around, storming into the back room.

"What happened?" Hongjoong inquired.

"I told him to leave."

"He didn't say anything?"

"No."

Valentino trotted in a few moments later with an envelope in his mouth.

"What's that?" Asked Hongjoong.

"I don't know. He already got the mail."

You took the lavish, cream-colored envelope from him, opening it up.

Inside was a card with two tickets to the fashion show. The card had a short note written in neat handwriting:

You've worked hard. Enjoy the show.

- San

"It's tickets to San's fashion show." You scoffed.

"He sent us tickets?" Hongjoong rushed over, peering over your shoulder.

"I guess that's what he came here to do." You assumed.

"Y/n, you need to go." He told you.

"What? No. There's no way. Not after what he did to us."

"I know you're upset that he used us, but I want to go to the show, you should too. The least we can do is show up and see our designs on the runway."

To your disappointment, he had a point. It would be nice to be able to see the clothes you and Hongjoong worked so hard to create.

You walked into the event, loud music blaring throughout the large room. You felt like your whole body was trembling. You didn't want to be there.

"You look great." Hongjoong assured you.

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"It'll be fine, Y/n. Despite what he did, I think he wanted us to be here."

"I can't understand why."

The two of you made your way to a row of seats. Hongjoong stopped suddenly, nudging you.

"Look." He pointed to the first row of seats, each one with a card on them. There were two chairs beside each other, one had a card with Hongjoong's name on it, the other with yours. You were a bit surprised to see that you had reserved seats, especially after what happened just a few days prior.

"C'mon." Hongjoong beckoned you over to your chairs.

After sitting down, you held the name card in your hand, flipping it back and forth. On the cardstock was your name printed in beautiful gold letters, a decorative box framing the print.

The show began shortly after, rock music playing through the speakers in the building as the lights started to dim. A silence settled over the room as everyone focused on the bright catwalk. A voice came over the speakers, kicking off the show.

"Welcome to the next generation of fashion."

Models began striding down the runway, each one donning an outfit you had never seen. You knew immediately that these were San's designs. Though you want very happy with him at the moment you had to admit, his designs were impeccable—they were nothing like you'd ever seen before. It was hard not to be impressed by his incredible work. He truly was a virtuoso.

Halfway through the show, that same voice came over the speakers once again.

"And now, for a special showcase."

Your eyes widened in awe as you watched the models strut down the catwalk wearing designs that you and Hongjoong created. It was like a dream come true. You just wished the circumstances were better. Though your situation wasn't the greatest, you didn't let that put a damper on your excitement.

The both of you watched with awestruck expressions as the models sashayed down the runway, showing off the upcycled pieces of San's previous fashion lines. The models looked incredible, as did their hair and makeup. Every single one had a different look and managed to match the vibe of each ensemble.

"Wow." You gaped.

"Yeah." Hongjoong nodded, his wide eyes staring unblinking at the models.

The last few models made their way off stage, signaling the end of the showcase. You knew what would happen next.

Your chest tightened when San walked up on stage. The crowd clapped and cheered as he made his way to the front of the catwalk.

His black and white hair was pushed away from his face in a messy, yet tidy way that perfectly suited him. His ensemble consisted of a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned halfway, showing off a silver body chain. The shirt was tucked into a pair of black, high-waisted trousers with two rows of buttons on the front and a chain dangling from the waist. He had on a large, spotted fur coat that resembled a Dalmatian, and bold, red gloves with many silver rings on top. The coat was long and swayed behind him as he stepped forward.

"Good evening, everyone." He greeted, scanning the crowd.

You unconsciously pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, afraid of being noticed.

"I hope you all enjoyed the show. First of all, I want to thank every single one of you for coming tonight. I appreciate your support dearly."

The crowd clapped in response.

"The showcase you all just watched was extra special. You might have noticed some familiar elements in each outfit, those elements being my old designs. Each one has gotten a new life, being turned into something different." He explained.

There were a few oohs from the crowd.

"I can't take all the credit for the end result you all saw moments ago. Yes, these may be my clothes, but they were truly brought to life by the amazing people who run a small boutique in town and I have to give all the credit to them. I was only a small part of this." He admitted. "Contrary to what the papers have been saying, all the fashion I've been wearing during my time here has been created by them. The pieces I wore were purchased at their boutique, it was not me giving anyone a sneak peek at what would be showcased tonight. You should all know, I hate giving spoilers."

Your lips pressed together as you felt shame and embarrassment flood your entire body.

"Now, I would like to introduce you all to the two incredibly talented fashionistas who re-created the stunning looks you just saw. Hongjoong and Y/n, will you come up here?" San turned right towards the both of you, your cheeks being set aflame.

Hongjoong nudged you as he stood up, heading onto the catwalk with you nervously following behind.

"Everyone please give these two a rousing applause!"

The whole room erupted in claps and cheers for you and Hongjoong. You were overwhelmed. You got to see your designs displayed on the runway and you were receiving a literal standing ovation from a room full of fashion designers and other luminaries. To top it all off, San was being genuine the entire time. Of course, you totally made a fool out of yourself and snapped at him without bothering to hear him out, and for that you needed to apologize.

San thanked everyone and gave a shoutout to yours and Hongjoong's boutique before closing out the show.

"There's going to be an after party in the next room, so please feel free to stay and hang out."

And with that, the show was over and the after party began. Everyone started getting up from their seats, making their way to the next room as you, San, and Hongjoong exited the catwalk, going backstage.

"Thank you, San. The showcase was incredible." Hongjoong told him.

"I should be thanking you. Tonight was a success and that's because of you two."

You smiled a little, guilt weighing on your heart.

"Well, I believe you two need some time alone, so I'm going to the after party. I'll see you later." Hongjoong quickly excused himself, allowing you and San some privacy.

"San, I'm so terribly sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I was really hateful to you that day." You apologized immediately.

"It's alright." He shook his head with a soft smile. "Don't worry yourself."

"I didn't know the tabloids messed up"

"Well, they did. I read the paper when I got home that day and found that they misquoted me. I never said my designs. I said the designs. They also jumped to conclusions big time and assumed the pieces from your store were my designs. I'd say I can't believe they did that, but honestly, that's how they are." He rolled his eyes. "Magazines, newspapers, websites. They're practically known for mincing people's words. How embarrassing."

"My apology still stands. I should have let you explain."

"I told you not to worry." San brought a gloved finger up under your chin, lifting your face to look at him. "You don't have to apologize."

"Alright." You sighed.

He dropped his hand, giving you a warm smile.

"So, what did you think about the show? Honestly."

"It was incredible. I was blown away by your designs and the ones Hongjoong and I worked on looked great too. It was honestly a dream come true. And that was nice of you to give our shop a shoutout at the end."

"You both deserve it." He smiled softly.

"Your outfit tonight is incredible. I especially love the coat."

"Thank you, doll. It's a tribute."

"A tribute?"

"To you. It reminded me of your dear Valentino so I wanted to wear it tonight."

You didn't hold back the flattered grin that spread across your features.

He did that for you?

"Now, let's talk about this ensemble you have on. You look absolutely divine." He told you.

Your eyes widened. "You think so?"

"I know so. Let me have a look at this." He glanced at your outfit, stepping back and allowing you to show him the full look.

You chose a flattering, yet chic ensemble; a bit edgy like what you and Hongjoong reform, but classy enough for a fashion show.

"Oh my." San gasped. "My dear Y/n, you are absolutely stunning."

You tried to stay cool, but San's compliments were getting to you, making your whole body feel like it was going to collapse.

"Love, can I tell you something?" He suddenly asked, his hand reaching for yours.

You allowed him to take it as he pulled you closer.

"Yes. Of course."

"You've captivated me, my dear Y/n. I treasure that night we shared in the back room of your shop. I enjoyed learning more about you and your love for fashion."

That brought a smile to your face.

"I enjoyed that night too, and every night after that when we worked on clothes."

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual." He smiled, his thumb running over the top of your hand.

You could tell there was something he wasn't saying or something he wanted to say, rather.

"We made a great team. Perhaps we should make this duo permanent."

"What are you trying to say?" You inquired.

"I'm saying, I want you to be my girlfriend."

You tried to hold back your smile as you looked at him.

"What if I don't feel the same?" You asked.

"Darling, I know when people are staring at me."

"What?"

"I saw you gawking at me all those times I came into your boutique."

"Oh." You became flustered. "So you noticed."

"Don't be embarrassed, darling. I quite liked it. Attention from the public is nice, but attention from you is even better."

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, your heart racing.

"So, what do you say? You want to make this official?"

"Yes, please."

San was unable to contain himself as a glowing grin spread across his face, his dimples making an appearance. His hand let go of yours, moving to rest against your waist, tugging your body closer. You knew what he was getting around to and you were more than okay with it. His gloved hand cupped your cheek as his sharp, half-lidded eyes darkened slightly, his face inching closer to yours.

"Just kiss me already." You urged, desperate to feel his lips.

"What's the magic word?" He whispered.

Unable to wait any longer, you grabbed the body chain that hung over his chest, using it to pull him to you, your lips crashing against his. The unexpected action caught San off guard, but he didn't mind. In fact, he thought that was very attractive.

His hand immediately moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer so he could deepen the kiss.

"A girl who knows what she wants. I like that." He smirked against your mouth before capturing your lips fully with his own. You clung to him desperately, your hands clenching the fabric of his shirt as your head tilted slightly, wanting to feel closer to San.

A hum of satisfaction from San vibrated against your lips, sending a rush of butterflies through your stomach. His hand that was resting on your waist made its way to the small of your back, holding you firmly against him.

As much as you hated to, you pulled away in need of air. San stared down at you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his eyes droopy. His hair had become slightly out of place, a few extra strands hanging over his forehead. You casually brought your hand up to his uniquely-colored hair, gently running your hand over it, careful not to mess it up.

"I've always been fascinated with your hair." You admitted.

"Really?"

You hummed with a nod.

"I used to color it when I was a kid. I felt that I stood out too much."

"You know, sometimes standing out is a good thing."

He smiled, cupping your cheek. "That's exactly right, my dear."

The designer placed one last kiss to your lips before escorting you back out to the main room.

"Now, what do you say we go to that after party?"

"Sounds good." You nodded.

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HAIIII IPIN !!!!!!! can i request gojo, geto, and nanami (separate) having a gf that's really optimistic? just someone who sees the good in everything and anything, and positive at all times! thank SOOOO much !!!!

JJK MEN + OPTIMISTIC GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem! reader

warning. people being mean to u >:(

note. HAIIII ANONN!!! i love this request bcs sometimes i read books, mangas, watch movies, you name 'em and see a certain character having the most positive mindset and i just go must protecc >:( anyways, thank you anon for requesting just after i opened the request box, istg i love all your ideas so much it makes me feel full <;33

GOJO SATORU. absolutely hates the way you try to see the good in people — specifically people who have hurt your feelings in the past. he just wonders what goes on in your mind to just forgive and forget everyone who has wronged you.

you did. but not him.

"baby, that guy called you names when you were in high school!" gojo whines, laying down on the bed, draping an arm over your torso, "why are you still willing to meet him?"

"satoru, he said he was sorry!" you smiled at him, tracing his features softly — the male grumbled but leaned into your touch, "and plus it's not nice to hold grudges, it's been what? how many years?"

a loud whine escapes his throat as he pulled you close, "it doesn't matter how many years it has been, he still hurt your feelings. and nobody does that to my baby," he said, miffed.

you couldn't help but to chuckle, "well, you are coming along, so i have nothing to worry about."

the male grins, "damn right i am coming, he better sleep with one eye open starting from now," gojo threatens.

gojo just cannot wrap his head around your concept of "forgive-and-forget" because you never hold grudges, you forget everything and still talk to people who've wronged you, and you still have the heart to accept them.

as much as people say "forgive and forget", they end up at least holding the tiniest bit of grudge — or even a bigger grudge, right? but you? you don't. you actually forgive and forget.

well — thankfully, not him. he takes his job to protect you seriously, from any kind of harm, including monsters (people who were mean to you) both in the past, present, and possibly the future.

"baby, can you stop hanging out with that one girl? the one who always wears the purple colored eye-shadow?" he asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"hm? why?"

"i don't like the vibe she gives out. it's giving...well...cruella de vil." he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling his nose in content as you went on with your skincare routine.

"satoru," you mumbled, "you can't just judge her by her vibes."

he groans, "but baby, i swear i could just feel it! she's evil," he whispers in your ear.

"satoru."

"okay, fine. just tell me if she does anything to you, i'll give her a piece of my mind (hollow purple)." he mutters out, pouting and upset as you brushed his speculations off.

GETO SUGURU. he loves it and hates it at the same time. geto loves how positive you are against the world — and what more does he need, really? it's you and him against the world at this point, although he feels like he doesn't contribute much to your positive energy (that's what he thinks).

geto thinks of himself as a pretty negative person. and you know. the both of you had a lot of deep talks about everything, including what you both had in mind. and honestly, geto wasn't surprised if he hears you talking about how your life was going smoothly; and his was just a contradiction to what you have.

it's life, people come and go. but geto seemed skeptical of that term, why couldn't people come and stay? he finds it hard to believe that you could be the one leaving him at anytime of the day, and the thought just terrifies the male.

the death of amanai put a hole in his mind that couldn't be closed off, and it fucking scarred him. but you were there for him, you didn't sugar coat words or tell him white lies — you tell him everything, straight to his face, and your choices of words made him feel loved. what else could he ask for?

"'m sorry," he mutters into your shoulder, and his voice comes out a bit muffled.

you brushed his nape gently, "it's alright sugu, you know you don't have to apologize for being sad, right?" you tell him, pressing a kiss onto the side of his head, "it's okay to be a little sad."

sometimes he asks himself if he really deserved you or not. but at the end of the day; you always convince him that he deserved it.

geto hates your optimism sometimes because he watches people trample over you and you brush them off with a smile, it makes him feel angry. he asks himself why you were doing this to yourself? believe me when he tried asking you to try talking back, or putting up a fight.

"angel, you know it makes me kind of sad that you'd let people talk to you that way," he said to you, grazing his finger over your cheek gently.

you shot him a gentle smile, "'ts okay sugu, what good do i get from arguing back to them, really?"

he just pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, saying nothing. god, he just wanted to protect you from the world — why does everyone have to be so fucking mean to you?

"will you be mad if i tell them off for you?" he asks

"depends on your methods, tell me about it."

"threatening them. if it doesn't work, violence." he mutters out briefly.

"sugu, no."

NANAMI KENTO. he doesn't mind it, he finds you endearing, really. a cat getting hurt? he'll accompany you to the vet with it. or a child crying because of a fall? he'll watch you help them without any single thoughts behind.

he just loves how selfless you are. nanami once read a quote, "when given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind." and every time he sees a selfless act from you — he just kinds of chanted it in his mind, and tell you what, nanami is such a proud boyfriend.

nanami loves how you see the good in everything, a person spilled their food on you? you tell them mistakes happen. a person bumping into you and then blaming you for it? you tell them you're sorry and thought that maybe they just had a really bad day.

but sometimes he couldn't help but to worry over you — someone so positive, bubbly, and optimistic around people who (probably) have disgusting minds. when he's not around to keep an eye on you, he just worries that someone might took advantage of your kindness and throw it out the window.

and he wouldn't be there to stop it from happening.

"ken, i'm going to go out for a hang out. it's fine, i've got my friends with me!" god, the jitters that he gets whenever you mention your friends — he was never really fond of the friends you have now, especially since they were trying hard to earn his attention. he knows they were just using you.

the texts they sent to him behind your back, the shit-talking about you, and everything else. god, he wanted to tell you about it; but he just didn't have the heart to, because he knows it will break your heart.

although nanami told them off quite rudely, defending you — it baffled him to how they still try to hang out with you with no shame after. and he tried telling you about how he doesn't like them, but you tell him it was fine.

"may i come along then?" just the thought of leaving you alone with those people pisses him off to the core, if he can't stop you from being friends with them — he will be with you.

when you agreed, he made it his job to expose them as nicely as he could. and he succeeded, oh the ecstasy he felt when you finally told them you didn't feel like hanging out with them anymore.

(and he ended up showing you the texts).

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dall'inizio - eren x reader, 18+!!!!

welcome back to the ti penso universe everyone!!!! this is a continuation/prequel of the little series we've followed from my first eren x reader fic. i was really interested to see how they met and ....unsurprisingly, it's a one night stand that doesn't turn out as planned. this one is also super fun because we get to hear from both eren AND reader alternatively, plus reader is a confident, bad bitch and we love that for her. this one goes out to @philliam-writes bc ik you love this eren as much as i do!!!!!! here's ur part 3 bestie >:)

if you'd like to catch up and meet our eren x reader, find them here:

(1) ti penso ogni giorno

(2) nel bene e nel male

pairing: eren x afab reader

wc: 6.7k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut (duh), consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol/drug use (just weed nothing crazy), cussing, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a lovestruck idiot (and so are you if you're being honest)

title (as always) means "from the beginning" in italian i'm obsessed with them <3

-

“You look like a whore,” Ymir says bluntly, dragging her eyes over your outfit– or, lack thereof.

“It’s not that bad,” you wave her off, turning back to the mirror to tug at the hem of your little black slip. You do look like a whore, but it’s intentional. You haven’t gotten laid in three months– your friends have been calling you dramatic, but that’s a lot, okay? You’re in college, you’re supposed to sleep around, right?

On top of that, your last few situationships just haven’t quite…well, they weren’t bad, but they didn’t scratch the itch. You desperately need a fuck– not just a fuck, a good fuck, and you have a feeling tonight’s going to be the night. It’s Halloween, the international holiday for running around in basically zero clothes, and you’ve taken great care to adhere to that tradition.

“Are you a mouse?” Historia wrinkles her nose at you from her spot at the vanity in the corner. She’s in a dalmatian costume; cute, spotted ears sticking up from her blonde hair, blue collar tinkling when she cocks her head at you.

“I’m a fucking cat,” you mutter, drawing a black triangle of eyeliner on the tip of your nose, “I didn’t have time for a real costume.”

“She just wants to get laid,” Mikasa announces, pushing through the studio apartment door with a huff, arms laden with plastic bags that are making a tell-tale clinking sound, “it’s been like, two whole weeks.”

“Three months!” You correct her, defensive.

“I understand,” Ymir, appropriately dressed as Cruella de Vil, grins, “it’s been…what, Stor? Two hours?”

“Ymir!” Historia, scandalized, flushes a furious red. Both you and Mikasa are unphased; in the last four months they’ve been together, the three feet they’re sitting from one another now is the farthest apart you’ve seen them.

“I’m not a whore,” you turn around, hands on hips, “I just…it’s been awhile since I had good sex. Floch was–”

“The worst?” Mikasa finishes for you. You hate how well she knows you; even after less than two years of knowing each other, she can practically read your mind.

“Yeah, you may have mentioned that once or twice,” Historia turns back to the mirror, immediately disinterested. “Or a thousand times.”

You throw your hands up, turning back to the mirror to finish your whiskers. “So none of you can blame me.”

“While you two,” Mikasa points between Ymir and Historia accusingly, “have been screwing like rabbits, and you,” her black-painted fingernail finds its way to you, “have been trying to figure out how to sleep with half of Manhattan, I took the liberty of actually making plans for us.”

“Jean’s?” You raise a knowing eyebrow at her, grateful to put someone else in the hot seat for the night. Mikasa’s cheeks tinge pink. Busted.

“He’s throwing a party, yeah,” she answers slowly, trying to talk her way around her obvious attraction to him, “but it’s not those douchebags he usually hangs out with. My best friend from home, Eren, just got into town, and,” she looks at you pointedly, “some of his friends are actually cute.”

You’re unconvinced. “Pictures?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Mikasa bites her lip mischievously, “but if you take a few tequila shots with me, I might be persuaded to show you one or two.”

You’re dubious. Mikasa’s definitely shown you a photo of these guys before, and you don’t remember a standout in the lineup. This Eren character, however…Mikasa has a framed picture on her bedside nightstand of them in high school, and you remember him being sort of cute. Dark, short-cropped hair, big green eyes so wide and earnest that he almost reminded you of a movie character. That picture was three or four years old now so…who knows? Maybe he’d grown into his features.

“Eren’s a no-go, though,” Mikasa continues, knowing your exact train of thought of course, pouring out shots of lukewarm, cheap tequila. Your stomach gurgles in protest at the smell as you accept yours. “He’s a nightmare to women, trust me.”

“Who knows,” Ymir pipes up, nodding her head towards you, “she’s a nightmare to men, so.”

“I am not a nightmare,” you narrow your eyes, “I just don’t like to be tied down, that’s all.”

“You’ll have to be at some point,” Historia argues, smiling when Ymir slips a hand into hers. You wrinkle your nose, uninterested.

“It’s 2018, Stor, not very feminist of you,” you tut, throwing back your shot and practically choking it down. Ick.

“I’m a lesbian, how much more feminist can I get?”

“Touché.”

“Just promise me you won’t get wrapped up with him?” Mikasa eyes you, still not trusting the glint of curiosity in your eye.

Ymir crosses her arms over her chest. “Are you positive you like Jean and not this Eren dude?”

Mikasa makes a fake retching sound. “Eren’s practically my brother. I’ve seen his bare ass more times than I can count. Way past the attraction threshold, trust me. I just…I know him. And I know you,” she glares at you, “it’s a toss-up as to who would do more damage to the other.”

“I’ll behave,” you placate her, throwing your arms around her shoulders, “…maybe.”

-

Eren might puke. No, wait, he’s going to puke– oh, no, just an unbelievably loud burp. Eren smiles contentedly, feeling much better even as it stinks up the entire taxi. Connie leans over Armin, scrunches his nose and squints his eyes.

“That fucking reeks, dude!”

“Sorry,” Eren shrugs, turning his head back to the window and ignoring Armin and Connie’s complaints. They were all a few beers deep- what did they expect? 

Eren’s lived a few hours outside of New York City all his life, but he’s never been, except maybe once or twice for field trips as a kid. He never remembered it looking like this, though: each little apartment twinkled like a star, giving the wall of skyscrapers the appearance of the night sky. Even as the cab screeches and jerks in the Lower West Side traffic, Eren feels like he’s in a spaceship, free and flying amongst the stars. 

Maybe he could talk to Zeke, convince him to move their little operation out of their garage and into the city. There was money here, right? And plenty of musicians who weren’t quite good enough to get signed by any major labels…

“Mikasa says she and her friends will be over in five,” Armin squints at his phone screen, holding it far away from him like an old man to type a response. Eren nearly rolls his eyes.

“Would you just get some fucking glasses already?”

“Annie said they made me look nerdy,” Armin shrugs. Connie groans.

“You two broke up like, a year ago–”

“Six months,” Armin corrects him, eyes growing sadder by the second.

“Okay, six months, whatever, we’ve got to get you laid tonight, dude.”

Eren lets the two slip into an argument about the “appropriate amount of time” to wait to sleep with someone after a breakup, much preferring his unusually contemplative mood to Connie and Armin’s bickering after their four-hour train ride together. He smiled to himself; God, it would be good to see Mikasa again. He wouldn’t have admitted it at gunpoint, but she was practically his mom growing up, and she’d been gone for over a year, only visiting for Christmas. Rumor had it that she’d been spending a lot of time with Jean as of late, so he needed to see what that was all about, too.

And who had Eren been spending a lot of time with lately? No one but bar rats and slim pickings from the frat parties at Trost University near his hometown. When was the last time he’d even gotten laid? A month? Two? Her name had been Jenna…no, Jenny? Josephina? Fuck, he should remember that. Eren needs to get laid, regardless, but if he dares to step near any of Mikasa’s friends, she’ll kill him, he knows that from experience. Then again, maybe this weird-ass Jean situation would come in handy. If Mikasa ends up distracted…

“Excuse me!” Armin disturbs his thoughts once again; Eren scowls. “Excuse me, sir? I think we’re here.”

Eren pays for the cab. Armin had bought the train tickets and the chain-gang costumes they were all currently sporting, and Connie was always flat broke, insisting his music career would work out soon. That could be Eren’s fault, though: Connie was one of his and Zeke’s first “clients”. None of them even bothered keeping up with the money exchanged between each other anymore; Connie had been in their kindergarten class, Armin’s mom had changed all of their diapers, Mikasa’s parents were the “cool parents” that let them smoke weed in the backyard, Jean’s mom made the best potato salad. They were a little family, separated by life and college at the moment, but a family all the same. Eren felt a little tingle of appreciation in his stomach as they climbed the stairs to Jean’s walk-up.

“Jaeger!” Jean was dapping him up and smacking a fist against his back before Eren could even properly look around the dark apartment.

“Kirstein,” Eren returns his embrace and has to shout over the music, suddenly smacked with a wave of homesickness at the familiar smell of weed and Jean’s tacky Hugo Boss cologne.

“Make yourself at home, dude,” Jean’s nearly inaudible over the thumping house music. He’s got some stupid mummy costume on that exposes his lean stomach, basically just shirtless and wrapped in toilet paper. Eren stifles a laugh, looking around the apartment for any other familiar faces.

Reiner approaches him next, a goofy, drunken grin splitting his face wide open, tackling Eren in a bear hug. Most of the greetings go like that; I miss you! How are you? How’s the business? Are you still in Shiganshina? It makes Eren’s chest tight, makes him miss the closeness of the people he loves. He was just always fucking working, helping Zeke with paperwork, running around town talking to clients, pulling at his face late at night looking over the finances of everything. He feels wound up, ready to burst, but the blunt and beer Bertholdt just handed him should fix that, at least somewhat. He needs…fuck, he needs to get laid.

His eyes search the room, looking for the one person he’s looking most forward to seeing, but he doesn’t find Mikasa where he expects.

She’s perched on Jean’s lap, giggling over her drink as Jean waves his arms wildly, telling her a story. That bizarre sight only holds Eren’s gaze for a moment, though, because there you are beside her, grinning wickedly with one of those stupid vapes between your teeth.

Eren stops dead in his tracks, speechless. Where do they even make women like that? He goes bottom to top, letting himself be impressed with how well you’re balancing on those high heels, ravishing every naked inch of your exposed legs until he reaches the hem of– fuck, is that just lingerie? Whatever little black thing you’re wearing, it makes his heart race, makes his pants tight. It’s low-cut in the chest enough to tease, a little collar around your neck, and your face…even your face makes him hard, so beautiful in the low lighting, eyes glimmering. You look evil and fun and sexy all at once, and Eren’s sold within the first ten seconds of seeing you.

Before he can make a beeline in your direction, he realizes he’s taken his gaze off of Mikasa and Jean long enough for them to approach him, Mikasa throwing her arms around his neck.

“Eren!” She squeals in his ear, clearly already drunk. Eren chuckles, trying to rein himself in enough to hold a stable conversation. The little black dress flashes behind his eyes as he smiles down at Mikasa.

“Hey Mika,” he ruffles her hair, making Mikasa grumble and reach towards her head to right what he’s ruined. His eyes wander back to you; you’re watching him too, sizing him up. He wonders if you like what you see, pulls at the zipper of his orange jumpsuit to inch it down, reveal some of his stomach. Eren’s not conceited per se, but he spends an unhealthy amount of time in the gym, and he knows it shows. As your gaze travels down to where he holds his zipper, Eren can’t look away, knows it must be obvious that he’s distracted.

“Bro,” Jean snaps his fingers in front of Eren’s eyes, looking over his shoulder to see what Eren’s staring at. He turns back with a smirk. “Yeah?”

Fuck, now Mikasa’s looking off in the same direction, returning her eyes to him with a scowl. Drunk or not, she never fails to scare the shit out of him. “No. No fucking way, Eren.”

“What?” Eren sips his beer innocently, shrugging. He was only staring…for now.

“She’s my best friend, Eren, no,” Mikasa says, firmer this time.

“Thought I was your best friend?”

“Didn’t she just break things off with Floch like…” Jean trails off at the withering glare Mikasa shoots him, turning red.

“She’s off-limits.” Eren nods, her words going in one ear and out the other. Mikasa’s scolded him before, and she won’t stop anytime soon, so what’s one more? She can read his mind, evidently, because she reaches up and pinches his cheek, yanking him down to her level.

“Ow!”

“Off. Fucking. Limits.” Mikasa seethes. “Do you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah I- fuck, let go! I hear you Mika,” Eren rubs his sore cheek, frowning. He can see you laughing at him, eyes barely visible over the edge of your drink. Great, Eren thinks; getting a talking-to from Mikasa like a child was not the first impression he wanted to give you.

Mikasa’s grabbing Jean’s hand and pulling him back towards the crowd, presumably to play guard dog for you, but before she can get him too far, Jean leans back towards Eren, cups a hand around his mouth.

“She’s single, bro,” Jean manages to get out before Mikasa pulls harder, “go for it!”

Eren grins. If Mikasa wanted to bite his head off for this, now he could blame it on Jean. What the hell was he supposed to say to you, though? You’re leagues above the girls he’s been pursuing. If Eren’s honest with himself, he’s intimidated by you, but his only solution is to throw some more of his beer back for liquid courage. He’s always loved a challenge.

When he pulls the cup away from his face, you’ve appeared in front of him, smiling demurely and nearly making him jump out of his skin.

“Hi.” 

-

The second you saw him, you were hooked. He was gorgeous, dark hair pulled into a little half-bun on the back of his head, pretty eyes, and tall and broad to boot. He was almost stern-looking, dark eyebrows shielding his eyes. Dark and mean, just the way you like them.

Mikasa had given him a massive hug, interrupting the clear eye-fucking you were engaged in across the room; so that was Eren? Her long-lost best friend that was always too busy to visit? The happy kid from the picture? You watched her scold him, giggling to yourself at how childlike he became, crumbling under Mikasa’s pinch and pouting when she let him go.

You had no choice, really. Your promise to Mikasa had flown out of your mind the moment you saw those full lips pursed around the blunt, blowing out a puff of smoke, stretching into a wide, dangerous smile. You’re an only child and admittedly, a bit spoiled, so when you want something, you get it.

“Hi,” you can’t manage anything more clever, not face to face with his bare chest. Jean’s apartment is stuffy, and you catch the gleam of sweat on his chest in the LED lighting. You lick your lips.

“Hi,” Eren responds stiffly, looking as surprised as if you’d just punched him in the gut.

“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s friend?”

Eren hits his blunt again, nods slowly. “I don’t think we’ve met though, you’re…?”

You give him your name. He smiles and repeats it, rolling it around on his tongue and getting a taste for it. You can already see little hearts in his eyes, it makes you grin to yourself. You had expected him to put up more of a fight; there’s a dozen girls in this room alone that would fall all over themselves to get him in bed, but he’s enraptured by you, eyes never leaving your face. You’ve got him. 

“A cat, huh?” Eren addresses the costume, dipping his head in the direction of the little black ears on your head. You’re suddenly embarrassed, feeling a bit silly.

“I, uh, didn’t really have time to shop,” you shrug, pulling at the hem of your dress. Eren’s mouth quirks up. “A prisoner?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get to pick. I like yours, though, it fits you.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “A cat fits me?”

“Yeah,” Eren says, growing surer by the second, “I don’t know. Just fits. S’cute.”

You’re embarrassed by the giddy flutter in your stomach. God, he’s delicious. “You think I’m cute?”

“I think lots of things about you,” Eren replies, voice low and sultry and hardly audible over the music. His eyes widen like he hadn’t exactly meant to say that out loud, but it’s too late now. You grin, all teeth and bad intentions.

“We just met,” you point out. Eren’s confidence has returned, he boldly brings a hand to the spaghetti strap of your dress. His fingers are hot– why do men always run so hot? His touch almost burns.

“You wore this,” he rubs the fabric between his fingers, “and expect me not to have a few thoughts on it? Wasn’t that the point?”

The breath leaves your lungs. Your confidence fizzles at the same rate as your arousal grows. There are plenty of hot guys here, but you might have jumped into the deep end with this one. Something flickers in his eyes, something hungry.

“Why don’t you tell me about these thoughts of yours?”

“I will,” Eren nods, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, “later.”

“Later?”

“We’re at a party,” Eren takes the empty cup from you, replacing it with his own, much larger hand, “shouldn’t we at least dance a little?”

Before you can argue, he’s pulling you out into the center of Jean’s obnoxiously spacious living room, into a jungle of sweaty, gyrating bodies. You’re close enough to the speakers now that the bass pounds through your body to the same rhythm as your heart thudding in your chest. The crowded, makeshift dance floor pushes you into Eren, skin against skin. You have a fleeting moment to be grateful that you’re likely now obscured from Mikasa’s view before a pair of strong hands around your hips prevent any more conscious thoughts from taking shape in your brain.

“One of my thoughts,” Eren’s right beside your ear now, voice echoing in your brain, “is that I like you. Like this body.”

“T-thank you,” you stammer out, wanting to facepalm at not only your stupidly simple response, but the weakness in your voice.

“Move it for me.”

You obey him, letting your body move with the music, trying not to get too caught up in whether or not you look ridiculous with how you’re pressing your body into his, arms thrown around his neck. Eren seems to like the way you move on him, pushing and pulling your hips in the rhythm you’ve set, looking down his nose at you with bloodshot eyes.

Your panties are growing wetter by the second; he’s intoxicating, the feel of him against you, firm and tacky with sweat. His hands are tracing up your sides, dragging slowly as if he’s memorizing the curves of your body. You haven’t known him long enough to want him the way that you do, humiliated by the carnal desire simmering in the pit of your stomach, but you’ve had enough tequila not to care. The whole thing is too similar to what you really want, and you make it through a solid seven or eight songs before you can’t take the stifling tension between the two of you any longer, thick enough to cut with a knife.

You lean up on the tips of your toes, wobbling in your heels, and grab him tight around the neck, pulling him to you. Your lips finally meet; Eren’s slow to respond as you’ve caught him off guard, but he catches on quickly, lips falling open so you can kiss him deeper. His lips are softer than you expect, supple and giving as they move with yours. You trace your tongue through his teeth, hardly suppressing a whine. He tastes good, like cheap beer and weed and lust. You drink him in, a satisfied hum buzzing in your chest.

Without warning, Eren practically rips you off of him. “Not here.”

He’s dragging you through the people around you, knocking them out of the way and not stopping to apologize when he gets offended looks. He pulls you into what you know to be Jean’s room, wastes no time in shoving you up against the door and blocking you in with his wide shoulders.

You swallow hard; you’ve underestimated him.

“Another one of my thoughts,” Eren mouths at the area beneath your ear, makes you groan, “is that you’re pretty. Like, very fucking pretty. Bet you’re twice as pretty under this dress.”

“I think you’re pretty, too,” you manage to say, forcing the words from your mouth. Eren chuckles, smiling against the shell of your ear.

“C’mere,” he tilts your chin up, kissing you again. It’s troublingly gentle, long and languid as your mouths move against one another. He kisses you like he loves you; the thought makes alarm bells ring in your head, and you nip at his bottom lip to break up the emotional momentum, sink your teeth into it. Eren pulls back, chuckling down at you. “You’re mean.”

“Only a little.”

“Is that what you like?” Eren thumbs at your mouth, slipping his finger between your lips. You suck greedily, rubbing your tongue against the roughness of his fingertip. “Like it a little mean? Between you and me, I like ‘em a little mean, too.”

You nod, gently biting on his thumb. Eren groans, a low rumble deep in his chest. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.”

He’s pulling your dress over your head before you can stop him, sucking in a sharp breath when he gets an eyeful of your lace-clad breasts, the tiny thong you’ve slipped over your hips. Stronger than you’d expected, Eren pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist, slamming your back against the door with a loud thud and knocking your stupid cat ears to the floor. You can hear a few sounds of surprise from outside; surely that got a few people’s attention, but you’re lost in him, whimpering at the feel of his jumpsuit costume rubbing against your clothed center.

Eren’s sloppy, placing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pausing to suck a bruise underneath your ear. You gasp, canting your hips into his stomach, desperate for friction. You’re normally not so uninhibited, but Eren’s doing something to your head, has your mind spinning. He’s carrying you over to the bed, dropping you down onto Jean’s sheets. Eren leans down to pull your heels off, a sweet gesture if you could find the presence of mind to acknowledge it. You feel a flicker of guilt about doing this in Jean’s bed, but when Eren starts sliding a hand up your thigh, it flickers away into nothing, swallowed by your bottomless want. 

“Look at that,” Eren smirks, rubbing his fingers over your panties, “soaked. This all for me?”

“Mhm,” you whine, hips jerking up towards his touch. It is for him, it was from the moment you laid eyes on him, and you both know it. His hands are everywhere: unclasping your bra, pulling your panties down, palming at your tits. You arch your back up to him, offering him your chest; he responds by closing down on one of your nipples with his teeth.

“So pretty,” Eren’s murmuring around the mouthful of your flesh he’s got, twisting the neglected nipple of your right breast between his fingers, “so pretty.”

“Eren,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair, pulling it out of its bun and wrapping the hair band around your wrist. His mouth is hot, scalding, even, but you pull him closer to you anyway, pressing his face into your tits. Eren doesn’t seem to mind, letting you move him this way and that, show him what you like and how to pull those pretty moans out of your mouth. Before long, he’s kissing his way down your stomach, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline.

“Want a taste,” Eren sounds more like he’s talking to himself than to you, “need to taste this pussy.”

“Eren,” you reach for his hair, trying to pull him back up to you. While you’d love to see what the mouth that had just kissed you breathless could do between your legs, the thumping music outside is an annoying but consistent reminder that there’s an entire party outside and you’re in Jean’s bedroom. The clock’s ticking. “Want to feel you, we don’t have time for–”

“Don’t have time?” Something wicked lights Eren’s face up as he shimmies your panties down your legs. “Believe me, it won’t take long.”

“Eren,” your protest is feeble but earnest, and you make another attempt to reach for him when a long, thick lick up your center renders you near-unconscious. You moan, a little louder than you would have liked to.

“See? Gonna make you feel so good, trust me,” Eren’s punctuating each word with a little kiss somewhere on your pussy: your clit, your lips, right over your fluttering entrance. You have no choice but to whimper and nod, canting your hips up towards him. You look down, immediately regretting it: Eren’s wiggled out of his costume, naked and beautiful and staring up at you from between your legs. You’re hardly able to swallow the inhuman sound that threatens to rip from your throat.

Where he’d been cool and calculated pulling you onto the dance floor, you quickly learn that Eren eats pussy like he can’t control himself, like his life depends on it. His massive hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, securing you against his face as you try to squirm away. He licks into you enthusiastically, moaning against you at the taste, sending a succession of vibrations through you that go straight to the fire in your stomach.

When his lips close around your clit and suck hard, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop a wail from reaching the ears right outside the door. Eren takes the opportunity to sneak a finger into you, curl it right against that gummy spot in your walls that has you seeing stars. As he works his finger in your cunt, he kisses his way back up to your mouth, greeting you with a sloppy kiss.

“Feels good, right?” Eren’s face is literally dripping with you, a sharp-toothed grin barely visible in the dim light.

“Feels good,” you whimper, daring to look down to where he’s grinding his palm against your clit. You can see the veins of his muscular arm straining as he pumps in and out of you; it’s a lewd sight, one that makes your head spin. “‘S so much Eren, I— fuck.”

“Yeah?” Eren’s smile grows darker, another finger slips into you easily. You’re practically dripping onto the sheets at this point, rolling your hips against his hand with your mouth hanging open. It’s humiliating but too gratifying to stop. “Gonna cum for me? You can do it, give it to me.”

“God– close, so c-close,” you can barely find the words to respond, the pressure in your belly swelling at an alarming speed. You’re going to squirt, you know you are, should move off of Jean’s bed or warn Eren or do something, but it’s too late.

You thrash in Eren’s grip, cumming so hard you think you can taste blood where you bite your lip. You can feel the wetness spraying from you, soaking Eren’s hand and the sheets and your inner thighs, can distantly hear your pitiful cries, but you’re powerless to do anything about it until the mind-numbing orgasm’s run its course. Eventually you do settle, babbling incoherently into Eren’s shoulder about Jean’s ruined sheets, about how you’re sorry for making a mess. Eren shuts you up with his mouth on yours; you can hear the distant rip of a condom wrapper.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he laughs, rolling on top of you and lining himself up, “gonna have to keep you.”

Before you can even think to offer to return the favor or make a sarcastic remark about how you’d never let anyone keep you, Eren’s pressing into you, and your mind short-circuits. Shit, maybe you’d let him keep you.

You hadn’t gotten a good look at him in the darkness, but he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had before, and big enough that you realize this when he’s not even halfway in.

“Eren…it’s so– s’big,” you hiccup into his shoulder, fingernails clawing into his biceps.

“Is it too much, baby?” You hate pet names, hate them, but from the greek god splitting you open right now, you love it, want to lick the word right out of his mouth and taste it on your own tongue. The genuine concern glittering in his eyes, the little furrow between his brows as he pauses, frowns down at you, fuck, you might be in love.

“No, not too much– feels good.”

Eren’s grin is feral. “Yeah? Tell me.”

“Feels so fucking good,” a little giggle sneaks out from your clenched jaw, Eren smiles wider and cups your face to kiss you again, far too gently to match the way he’s stretching you, bullying your cunt into the shape of him.

“Feel full?”

“Mhm,” he’s bottomed out now, impossibly deep, and you give him a little roll of your hips to show him just how okay you are, that you’re ready to see what he can really do.

“You’ve got–” Eren rolls his hips experimentally, punches a moan from your chest– “the best fucking pussy. So tight for me.”

Ordinarily, dirty talk makes you cringe, but something about the way he words things, as raw as if his inner monologue is spilling out of him, turns you on, makes your cunt clench down around him. That makes him happy, he sucks in a breath of air and starts pounding into you hard enough to make tears well in your eyes, hard enough to make you squeal in a way no one else ever has.

“Taking me so fucking well, baby,” Eren’s hands are grabbing your face, his lips pressing into your forehead, “never gonna let this pussy go.”

You grant him a long moan of agreement, so cockdrunk that for now, you’re more than happy to sign your freedom away to stay in this bed, pinned underneath him for all of eternity. He’s fucking into you so deep he’s practically in your throat; your breath comes out in short little huffs, choking on the brutal pace of his fucking. And god, he’s so big, but you’re taking him somehow, like you were made for it.

Eren moves one of his hands away from his face to swat your fingers away from where you’re digging into his arms, surely close to drawing blood.

“Fucking hurts,” he hisses, “just as mean as you are pretty, y’know that?”

He easily manhandles your arms above your head, pinning them above you by your wrists. The way he stretches his body to do so changes the angle he’s fucking into you at; now he’s hammering into the spot inside of you he’d found far too quickly with his fingers. Your eyes shoot open at the change, and Eren doesn’t miss it. He smirks.

“Right there?”

“God, yes, please– right there,” you sound pathetic, the few surviving rational brain cells you possess are laughing at you, but there’s no help for it. He’s already got you spiraling towards cumming again, the wetness from your cunt creating a sucking sound where he’s moving in and out of you.

“Fuck, m’close. Think you can cum again for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe, tilting your head up to nip at his neck, a tear or two running down into your hairline. You can do anything he asks, you think, anything in the world just for him, for how he’s making you feel. Eren practically growls, pistoning his hips faster.

“Need you to cum for me, okay beautiful? Cum right now.”

“S-so close– I– Eren, oh my god,” you’re babbling, eyes rolling back into your head. Eren smashes his lips to yours, grinding his hips into your clit and shoving you over the edge for the second time that night. You sob and convulse around him, back arching desperately and pressing your chests together. You’re seeing stars as he fucks you through it, grunting in your ear and growing sloppy as you tighten around him.

“Fuck!” Eren bites into your shoulder, hard enough to bruise, stilling his hips as deep inside you as he can manage. Your fucked-out brain wants the condom off, wants to feel the full warmth of him as he cums inside of you, grinding his hips against yours. Before he’s finished, Eren moves back to your mouth, kissing you deep and slow, a kiss that means a whole lot more than what you’ve just done together as a party rages just past the door.

As you’re panting beneath him, trying to ground yourself and come back to reality, Eren rolls off of you, whips the condom off, and to your surprise, takes you into his arms, pulls your head to his chest.

“You okay?”

You’re so blissed out right now that it’s a laughable question, and you giggle, watery and light into his chest. “More than okay.”

Eren laughs at that, a real laugh from deep in his stomach. The sound of it makes something warm and happy spark in your chest. “That good, huh?”

“You’re alright.” You’re trying to keep your eyes open, more than aware that your teeny tiny thong is on the floor and you’re naked in the arms of a stranger in Jean’s fucking bed, but Eren’s so warm, so comfortable, your eyes are fluttering despite your protests. 

“Oh?” Eren’s voice raises in pitch, gets breathy. “Yes, Eren! Right there, Eren! I’m cumming, Eren!”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You smack at his chest, cheeks burning, but you make no move to roll away from him, preferring your snug little hovel against him to the loud, smoky party that awaits you should you leave.

“S’okay,” Eren presses a kiss to your hairline, “I like that you’re loud.”

“Not loud,” you grouch, resolving to let yourself enjoy just a few minutes of keeping your eyes closed before you return to the party. The last thing you remember is Eren humming, tracing circles into your shoulders with his fingers. You think you recognize the tune; it’s a love song.

–

“Jaeger!”

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god, is that Jean? What time is it? Eren!”

Eren’s first peaceful sleep in months is disturbed rather rudely, in his opinion; he shields his eyes from the brightness of the overhead light, peering through his fingers to see you, hair a rat’s nest and smudged makeup in rings around your eyes. He scowls at the warm, empty spot next to him in the bed that you’ve already leapt out of, frantic with energy even through your hangover. You’re alternating between running around the room naked, trying to find your dress, and shaking him urgently. He bites back a grin; so you are real, and just as hot as he remembered.

“Chill the fuck out, Jean!” Eren shouts, using far more energy than he can afford to expend if he’s leaving the bed anytime soon. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 7:01am. Shit. “We’ll be out in a second!”

“Get your ass out here, Eren!” Shit. Mikasa’s here too? Oh, he’s dead the second he leaves this room. All the better to stay put, then.

“Get up,” you hiss at him, looking every bit of a pissed-off racoon as you scrounge around on the floor.

“Need my hair tie back if you want me to get up.”

“Ugh, here,” you fling it at him, hitting him squarely in the forehead. Eren chuckles, pulling his hair off of his neck and into its usual bun. He feels empty, feels alone, realizes that he wants your touch, the same body-to-body contact that he’d enjoyed last night.. 

“They’re fine,” Eren grumbles, hoping you can’t see the amusement written on his face, “we’ve got a few more minutes.”

He reaches sleepily for you, pulling you back into the bed with him amidst your whispered protests, pulling your lips back to his where they belong. He kisses you slowly, indulgently, convincingly. Your skin against his does wonders for the soul-crushing anxiety he’s been putting up with over the last few months. You’re like a drug to him; just one hit and he feels worlds better, feels like he can actually get through everything weighing on him for now. Jesus, even your morning breath doesn’t turn him off; his cock twitches in interest beneath the covers. Cute when you’re angry, he thinks to himself. He has a feeling you’d smack him if he said it out loud.

“We can’t,” you breathe into his mouth, pushing weakly at his chest. Eren loves the feel of your palms on his chest, necessarily resistant in the name of a one–night stand, but lacking the force to prove your point. You want him too, he realizes. The thought goes straight to his dick, and he takes a deep breath to keep his composure, to stop himself from jumping all over you with Mikasa and Jean right outside. He’s rather impressed with his efforts, rubbing small circles on your lower back instead of grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you into his lap like he wants to.

“We can,” Eren murmurs back, already ten times happier than he was a moment ago, “just want to kiss you, that’s all.”

That makes you pull back, fix him with a stern look. “I don’t want to come off as a bitch, but I don’t really do the morning-after thing. Don’t you live, like, five hours from the city anyway?”

Eren’s not the brightest when he’s tired, and he’s even stupider around beautiful women. He cocks his head at you, smiling. “Mikasa didn’t tell you? I’m moving to the city in a few weeks.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Eren’s bullshitting, bullshitting very badly and he knows it, “just have to get some things worked out with my brother and our business. Get the operation moved here, that’s all.”

He knows your type: flighty, heavily anti-commitment, and meaner than a snake when you’re cornered. But Eren hopes, he hopes stupidly and against all reason because even if it was just a night, he meant what he said in the throes of passion. You’re funny, you’re interesting, you’re sexy, and he doesn’t want to let you go. He wants to fuck you stupid, just like he did last night, for the rest of his life.

He can’t say any of this out loud, of course, but what if he’s not bullshitting? What if he can convince Zeke to move their amateur record label into the city, where they can pick up real artists, and he can fuck you stupid whenever he feels like it? Maybe he can even learn how you like your coffee, what your bra size is, where the junk drawer in your apartment lives. Eren doesn’t know you, he knows that, but he inexplicably wants those things, wants the mundane parts of you for himself.

“Get the fuck out here, Jaeger, that’s my fucking bed!” Fists pound against the door, threatening to barge into your little sanctuary. Mikasa’s calling your name from outside too, voice harsh and angry. Eren waits for you to scold him, waits for you to shove him off of you and tell him to fuck off.

To his surprise, you make no move to get up and offer him a sheepish grin, shrugging shyly as if you’re not fully naked in his arms. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.”

Eren’s heart swells. “I’m not chancing that. Give me your number.”“You can earn my number if you buy me breakfast,” you scoff, “and help me find my dress before Mikasa kills us both.”

[luv4georgie]

101 dalmatians.

unknown!Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which here are a few special moments between young married couple, Oscar Piastri, Y/n Y/l/n and their dogs, Pongo and Perdita.

prompt list

warnings: fluff!!!

walkies. 1 (Pongo POV)

i lived in an old flat in London with my pet, Oscar. although Oscar was Australian we lived in London, he wanted to live here because he thought it was more ‘calming’ and it could be better to pursue his music. Oscar loves playing instruments and singing and writing songs. he wrote songs and lyrics about romance which he new absolutely nothing about. he was a rather handsome man in my case. i just don’t know why he couldn’t find such an attractive mate.

it was 11:00am and Oscar was playing away at the keys on his piano. by the look on poor Oscar’s face, it wasn’t going too well. i was laying on the couch near the window, my head slightly sticking out of it. my eyes wandered as i looked for a lovely young dog with a pet to soothe mine’s loneliness.

my eyes followed a small pug with her head stuck up, her pet looked the exact same. a too short couple, i thought but no, not for Oscar. next i saw a rather fancy breed, a poodle with her head held high, a beautiful trim and a pink bow sat on the neatly kept curls on her head, her pet looked unusually the same as well, nope not Oscar’s type. an old Shih Tzu with her pet, an extremely young Labrador with an extremely young pet. it was a problem, a real problem. but then… well! i do say. the most beautiful creature on four legs. a Dalmatian, just like me. now if only the girl… well! she’s very lovely too!

they were heading for Regent’s park, a perfect meeting place. oh… but Oscar never stops work until after 5, it’ll be to late. but what if… i took my snout and moved the hand over to 5:15. perfect! i barked until Oscar noticed me. i took my red leash in-between my teeth and barked once more. Oscar looked at me, then the clock, then at his watch. he stretched and groaned “after five already?” he asked himself. he changed the time on his watch and stood up. “well then Pongo boy, we best get going” he clasped my leash onto my collar and we were off.

i practically dragged Oscar down the stairs and out the door. i strode down the paths of Regents park, passing multiple dogs i had seen before. i was starting to lose hope. but then i found them. sitting on a bench in-front of a pond. i strode down the path in-front of the woman and her dog. the girl looked up at us a few times. Oscar sat on the grass. i needed to stir up some sort of attention. i took Oscar’s hat off of his head and placed it on the seat next to the pair. and for some odd reason, they left! i tried to follow but Oscar clipped the leash onto my collar. but u still dragged him away. ah-ha! there they were, once Oscar was on his feet, i wrapped my leash around the woman’s legs. they both fell in the water, but, they laughed, and that’s when i knew. they loved each-other and i loved Perdie.

Cruella De-Vil. 2 (Y/n POV)

i was sat on mine and Oscar’s shared couch. me and him were married for about 6 months now. Nanny, our house-keeper brought out our tea and some muffins. “thank you Nanny. Oscar dear! tea-time!” i shouted up to Oscar who was practicing the melody for his new song. it was a rather nice melody, but it just needed some lyrics. Oscar came down and danced around with Pongo, humming his song. my hand covered my mouth as i laughed. then we heard an all-familiar honk of a car. Cruella. Cruella and i went to school together, years ago but we were still friends.

it looked as though Oscar’s ears pricked up at the sound. “oh that must be Cruella. your dearly devoted old friend” Oscar smirked narrowing his eyes at me. he new how much of a self-obsessed person Cruella was. they despised eachother. “Cruella De-Vil. that’s it!” Oscar said again. my eyebrows bunched together. “Cruella De-Vil… Cruella De-Vil… if she doesn’t scare you” he started singing. jumping in-front of me as i headed for the window to see if it was really her. “no evil thing will!” he sung. “oh Oscar!” i said as i swatted his chest playfully. “to see her is to take a sudden… chill!” he carried on. as he sung i felt a finger run up my back and i shouted in surprise. “Cruella, Cruella De-Vil” he stopped, sneaking up to the attic to where he was practicing.

“let her in Nanny!” i shouted as Oscar played the melody loudly. before Nanny could open the door Cruella barged in and walked hurriedly to the living room. “Y/n darling!” she practically screamed. “hello Cruella” she wondered around the first floor of the small house. “where are they? for heaven’s sake where are they?” she shouted repeatedly. “who Cruella?” “the puppies of-course” “they’ll be at-least 3 weeks” i giggled. “would you like some tea?” i asked. “no darling! i’ve got to run! just tell me as soon as the puppies are here!” she boomed with her loud voice as she took off out the door. “goodbye” i said. i flopped down on the couch with a loud sigh. Oscar came down singing again. “you’re no help” i said as i pushed him out of my face, taking me with him.

Oscar spun me around as we danced to his song. we laughed and danced. then we just looked into each-other’s eyes as Pongo barked and jumped around with us. we backed up against a wall and Oscar snuggled his face into my cheek and kissed it. we giggled. “oh you really are an idiot” i chuckled. “i love you” he whispered. “i love you too” then we just stayed there for a few moments, smiling at each-other.

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should i do a part 2??? thanks for reading and sorry it’s so short!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Cruella always demands you show her your outfit before you go anywhere in public with her, so she can dictate whether you change or not before she's seen with you.

Today you refuse.

Warnings: Degradation, control issues, yelling, poking the bear, bratty behaviour, etc. Cruella is a mean, controlling mommy with explosive tendencies. But what did you expect. Also reader is... a bit of a brat and into it.

As soon as you turned up in her office, ready to go out to the function Cruella invited you to, you do not want to show her your outfit. Every single time she takes you somewhere, she always has you take off your coat and do a turn for her- and she decides whether you have to change or not. And of course... usually, your outfit's all wrong and she just has to pick something better for you. You think she just likes treating you like a barbie doll.

Cruella De Vil; A stressful, controlling, maniac woman. Its a wonder how you put up with her. How you actually like her.

Tonight though, you're really not in the mood for it; You just want to get this ball over with and get into bed. So, you tighten the knot around your waist holding your coat securely around your body and immediately stretch at the door to reach hers for her off the ornate hook. "We should get going now. We don't want to be late, like last time- Shit."

That was the wrong thing to say. That was the W R O N G thing to say. You knew it the moment you said it. The only reason you were late last time, after all, was because Cruella made you change. And you just reminded her of it. Wincing, you gently pull her coat up and off the hook. Lower your heels to the ground again.

When you peak at her, she's still behind her desk. She hasn't made a single move to get up. A sketchbook still sits open in front of her and a red marker is still between two fingers, the knuckles of which are pressed against her right temple; expecting. She raises a perfect thin eyebrow at you, her eyes as sharp as the talons securely glued to her red silk gloves. "... Well?? What are you wearing?"

"A dress." You tell her, stern. Determined not to do the stupid dance she insists upon. What are you? A teenager? Her sycophantic little intern? No. "Its blue. Pretty. Now lets go- "

She rolls her eyes, sighing. "Oh darling, lets not waste anymore time then we will already when the pretty little dress you chose out of that pitiful little single-door closet of yours is inevitably horrible. Now take off the coat."

"There's nothing wrong with my clothes! I can pick them myself!" You cross your arms tightly over your chest. "And I'm not changing."

At this, the blatant disobedience you were expressing, her eyebrows creep all the way up her forehead. A faint, disbelieving grin tickles at one corner of her lips like a ghost. "... oh?"

Its a dangerous 'oh'. An 'oh' that leads you to believe she wants to hear more of this from you. Its the 'oh' before you say something dumb, and she tears you apart with her words and you end up taking off your coat for her, feeling lousy and full of hot shame.

... but you were prepared for this when you walked in. You knew there wasn't even a sliver of a real chance that you would get her out the door before she remembered to check your clothes. You knew their would be a fight. So instead, you don't say another word. You just look back at her, arms crossed, a stony look on your face. A silent, stubborn yes. You heard me, crazy lady.

Cruella's eyes narrow and the shimmer of a smile dissipates into a nasty scowl, no longer amused at you. "Take... off... the coat."

You cant help the stupid, horny part of your brain from flickering to life at her being mad at you. After all, you like her for a reason. And its not because she's such a sane, comforting person to be around. But you do your best to ignore it. Or what? "No."

For a moment she manages to smooth out her expression, but you're no fool. You know the crazy bitch. And you can clearly see the hailstorm roaring behind wide, 'innocent', blue eyes. "... Darling, it is a Friday evening and I don't particularly want to go to this stupid party at all, but I have to. So be a good girl for me, hm?" When her voice suddenly raises, you're expecting it. That doesn't mean you don't still flinch. "-And take. off. that bloody coat!"

"No!" Make me.

"For gods sake, if you cant listen then you're going straight home. Do you want that??"

Yes. What are you gonna do about it?

... but you don't want to let her down. Fuck. In the end, you want to support her. You give a sigh, and you're about to say as much- tell her you'll do whatever she wants but you're going to talk about this later- when she says something that stops you in your tracks. Changes your mind immediately.

"Or are you just a filthy brat??? Hm??? Respond. Or are you dumb, too?"

Oh fuck.

Your crumbled resolve pulls together again, and you straighten your shoulders, raising your chin. "... You know what?" Promptly, you drop her coat on the ground. Watch her eyes flick down to where her very expensive fur now lays crumpled on the floor, disbelief written all over her face. "Maybe. What are you going to do about it?"

[sexygrass]

Sweet But Psycho| J.JH

"If we can fuck louder than the voices in my head this might work out"

Pairing: cheater!jaehyun x fem!reader x cop!doyoung x bff! johnny

Genre: infidelity au/ psychopath au (is this even a thing?) Thriller, fluff, and humor if you squint

Summery: link

Warning: Smut, fingerings (f receiving), oral (f receiving), public sex, voyeurism, somnophilia, body worship, praising, love making, crying, unprotected sex (don't be dumb), reader is a manipulator, gaslighting, mention of past trauma and killing a family member, self-harm, jealousy, Graphic Description of Violence, Graphic description of murder, drugging (reader uses poison), reader is lowkey a psycho, doyoung is lowkey a yandere with psychopath tendencies, he's a little bit tiny minny obsessed with reader, implying that doyoung killed reader's ex lovers, stalker!doyoung, best boy! johnny, death of some characters, implying of blackmailing. Jeno, jungwoo, and jisung mentioned.

Word Count: 20k ~ 30k give or take :) I didn't count :)

A/N: Well...it had been a ride, honestly. Like, it's here finally, so please take it. I had literally many breakdowns finishing it. Writing psychopath characters was indeed challenging, and I hope I did well. Merry Christmas for those who celebrate it, I don't, but like happy holidays!

●Play List:

"Sweet But Psycho" Ava Max / "Control" Husley / "save me" BTS / "So Am I" Ava Max / "Copycat" Bellie Eilish / "Cradles" Sub Urban / "Teeth" 5 S.O.F

"From the very beginning, I realized I saw the world differently than everyone else. That didn't sit well with some people. But I wasn't for everyone....I guess they were all scared...that I'd be...a psycho."

— Cruella de Vil

Enjoy~

Before him, your days were filled with the hum of the traffic outside your apartment window and voices of the bristling life down the road where people actually lived their life. Their chatter was all you heard as you sat near your window, watching them while sipping some wine as you drifted deep in your demented thoughts.

behind your mask of civility, the demons within you were clawing to be set free. Behind your smiles was a deranged person with a craving for pain, yet to people standing around you, you always were calm and collected and charming woman. No one knew about the whispering. No one knew about the shadowy figures you were catching glimpses of occasionally. No one knew about the conversations in your head about a desire to kill everyone around you and walking out.

There was no color in your life, no warmth, no vitality - just a constant gray, meaningless existence, and loneliness. You always were at the center of the gatherings. You always had someone keeping your ear bleeding, but you were always lonely in crowded rooms.

Your sole motivation in life was working to have enough money to live peacefully and luxuriously, so you won't need anyone's help.

Before him, your life had been a cycle of working and sleeping, avoiding any human interactions if possible. You always found it hard to understand the people around you. It was as if they were speaking a language you can't understand, expressing emotions you can't understand, doing things that seemed meaningless to you.

But after years of learning how to mimic emotions, you finally learned how to blend in. You discovered you were an amazing charmer and a smooth talker, and you learned how to use it to your benefit. manipulation, yes—but to you, it was a means in gaining a position in society which came many perks with it such as having many influential people at your disposal to use for your own personal gains.

You got a taste of what the world could offer from sweets, but you knew all those men you toyed with and messed with liked you for your looks and your fake facade, and that eventually bore you. It wasn't what you wanted. What you needed was to stop feeling lonely and dissatisfied with your dul life, not some men to waste your precious time at.

The thing is, you had never experienced anything like that genuine love or attention you saw in movies and read about in books from anyone. The type of love that can mend a broken soul but you knew even if you had it, you wont understand it or know what to do with it but that didn't stop you from craving it, because deep down in yourself, you craved to be loved and to be cared for.

You had always been curious about how all that worked; falling in love or having someone love you back because not even your own family cared about you.

they gave you nothing but trauma and distorted childhood that aided in making you stand out from society and to be detached from reality. Your childhood killed everything good in your heart, leaving nothing but void.

Over the years, you started to notice people easily open up to you and share their secrets with you. Saw a friend in you, a comrade, an opportunity. They liked your overall charisma and your (fake) easy going personality, and to your surprise, you found yourself attending more different social gatherings where you had met many powerful figures that showed interest in you not for just your beauty and look but for your wit and smart talk.

With all these new emotions swarming you, it felt foreign yet overwhelming, and you enjoyed the attention and loved being in the center of the attention for a different reason, something you had always seeked, but yet something was missing.

It was indeed overwhelming and amazing at first, but again, you got bored very quickly. It was always the same type of men with the same personality traits who used to be your source of entertainment, but now, you dreaded them.

It didn't bring you genuine joy or fulfillment like you thought. Even the satisfaction of ruining those rich men and draining them of their wealth faded, now it brought you no joy.

Using people around you started getting easier and brought no entertainment to you. You were master at manipulation, and that earned you everywhere you wanted, but that was boring. Something was missing.

You lived day by day, feeling like a cog in a machine, going through the motions without any real meaning. Something was missing.

You know you were different, unable to function like normal people do — either the lack of exhibiting sympathy or any empathic intelligent— you just know you were unable to experience the same emotions like them, but that didn't stop you from wishing, hoping that one day you'll be find the thing you're missing.

Till a party occurred and you found your missing piece.

While deep in a conventional with the host of the party, your eyes caught a face among the crowd for a split second then you looked back at the woman but when you registered what you had seen—the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on—you looked back only to see him already looking at you.

With a small smirk, you looked down before looking back at the woman who was busy gushing to you how much she spent on the party. You could feel you were still smirking. You were so excited to have this one. You didn't hear a word of what dahyun said.

"Are you with me?" She snapped her fingers in front of you, "who's that guy?" You ignored her question and pointed your glass in the man's direction across the room, "the one with dimple smile." You added.

Furrownig her brows, dahyun look where you ushered and her brows lifted, an exclaimed sound leaving her. "That's Jung Jaehyun! I didn't know he's back from the States. I heard he's the ceo of their family's company. It's like a million dollar company."

Humming, you saw him lifting his glass in your side with a small grin before chugging it, making you smile and look away and back at the beautiful woman in front of you.

Flirting with him was way too easy. few compliments on his suit, handsomeness, and success to boost his ego were a good start because in today's society, men do not get heard or seen for who they are. So, to see the masculine in him, compliment him on his efforts and success, to make him feel special and unique, and competent would certainly flick something in him. admire him for his true qualities and validate the things that he does well made him admire you, because you made him seen and you my girl, my woman, were quite the expert in manipulation.

At first, you couldn't believe that a man as charming and handsome as him could be idiot enough to fall for a woman like you. He willingly dropped in your hand, and you had no plans to let him leave.

But then he slowly became a part of your life, and everything changed. He was like a ray of light in the darkness, a beacon of hope that showed you that there was more to life than just surviving your demons.

With the trauma you had endured in the past, you were wary of anyone being overly nice to you but by time, you found yourself doing somewhat new—feeling something new—you began staying up late on the phone and FaceTime just to spend more time with him, and you found that you were smiling more and more and for the first time in a long time.

After him, everything changed. He made you feel seen, heard for who you are (was) because your current self wasn't accepted, you're aware of that so you acted the way you used to before everthing went off the rail.

He made you feel as if your opinions and ideas mattered. Made you feel valued in a way that no one had ever done before. For the first time, you felt appreciated for who you truly are, felt alive, like there was a reason to wake up in the morning and face the day.

He was the lost piece.

Your new sweetest obsession.

you felt a spark of excitement in your chest, a feeling you had thought was lost forever.

As you spent more time with him, you realized you were slowly falling for him despite your reservations about trusting him.

You knew you were taking a risk, but the feeling of being in love was too strong to ignore. You felt alive again, like your life had meaning, and you were finally experiencing something other than fear and lost — you loved the feeling of experiencing the type of love you craved for the first time.

Against your better judgment, you let down your guard and began to fall for him.

On one hand, you were terrified that he would inevitably betray you like everyone else in your life, But on the other hand, the thought of being loved by someone as charming as him was intoxicating. You knew it could go either way, but you were ready to face whatever the future held.

"I'm pretty sure I can handle anything."

Jaehyun was a handsome, rich, and successful businessman that every woman wanted him for his looks or his wealth or both and was used to getting whatever he wanted But when he met you, the mysterious pretty woman, everything changed.

Your beauty stole his breath away, so he did what he usual do; smoothing his words on you in hopes to win you over because despite your cold and aloof demeanor, he was able to sense that there was far more below the surface

To Jaehyun, you were an enigma. A strong, independent, and determined woman he can see on his side. And that appealed to him. A mysterious woman that he at first thought is mere pretty designer because he was used to women falling at his feet, but this time he found one who's different. He didn't understand why you didn't care for his wealth or his looks, but he loved that you appreciated him for who he was, not for what he had become.

You brushed off all his attempts of flirts and boyish grins he sent you across the room. Rolling your eyes, a long sigh escaping you whenever he cracks a joke. You laughed, but not because of his jokes. It was his laugh what made you laugh, "she laughs!" He cooed by your ear, leaning down a bit to get in your face, making you startle and step back. A blush creeping on your face.

"She looks even cuter when flustered," he sighed, "I'll do all I can to get you all flustered then," With a lopsided grin, he winked at you.

He could tell you were the type of woman who had been through a lot. It wasn't hard to see that you were suspicious because in your defense, he was a stranger—one who seemed too good to be true.

You've dealt with men like him, and his smooth talking didn't fool you. But instead of being discouraged, he was intrigued. He saw you as a challenge, a puzzle to be solved.

He continued to pursue you, going to great lengths to win over your trust. He showed you that he was different from other men, that he was patient and understanding, and that he cared about you, and that made your resolve slowly falling apart but not entirely.

At first, you were shallow about him, doing what you know best— using him to amuse yourself. But over time, you found yourself opening up to him, trusting him more and more.

As he got to know you, he realized that you were more than just a beautiful face; you had an interesting persona and a unique thinking with a strong will. And that's what he fell in love with.

Despite your flawed personality, you were a force to be reckoned with, and he couldn't help but admire and respect you. You simply were the woman he had been searching for, and he knew he had found her at last. And he knew losing you was not an option.

You knew you were starting to fall for him when you started constantly checking your phone for his texts after you gave him your number. You smiling whenever his name pops on the screen was an indication that you started getting used to his presence in your life or how you smile to yourself when you see him waiting for you in front of your studio in the morning to have breakfast together.

You told him you were still new to the city, and you moved only recently in search of a new start, making him desire to be the one showing you around. A damsel in distress who's ready to be taken care of by a man. A man who's him.

"Let me welcome you then. tonight, a diner, me and you, just talking and getting to know each other. I'm more than just a handsome face, you know," he'd shrug with a small grin.

"Say yes," seeing his smile with those deep dimples deep in his soft cheeks, you finlay broke down and agreed. "Okay, I'll text you my address."

You liked how he never asked anything about your past or made you uncomfortable. He was so charming and relaxed, which made you extra cautious because you knew better than to trust a charming man. Your father's an example.

You started to change. It was weird and confusing learning how to function normally, but you tried. You felt better. You think you're better.

Two Years Later...

Somehow, your innocent shopping trip went wrong. You don't know how, but you may have an inkling idea on which point. You knew any spontaneous trip with Jaehyun somehow ends up in a very questionable way. Either you get lost in Ikea, in the woods for when you take a walk after a picnic, or take the wrong way during road trips. Anything could happen, and you adapted to the idea. But god, if you were ready for this time's event.

"Jae..." You whimpered, a gasp following you when he hit that spot that had you seeing stars. Burrying your head in his neck, you held onto his shoulders for dear life.

"Gotta be quiet, doll, or they'll hear us—fuck," a breathy chuckle left his abused lips when you clenched around his swelling cock.

"Oh, you love this, don't you? You're not as reserved as you pretend to be. Love that, love that a lot," he bit your shoulder blade to muffle his moans.

"Please, jae–" your high-pitched whine is cut off by his mouth on your swollon and puffy ones with so much fervor to muffle your noises

Your legs tightened around his hips as you arched your back against the wall behind you. Your knot at verge of snapped with the tip constantly brushing your sweet spot, kissing at your cervix.

"God, that's it, princess," Jaehyun groans, nose wrinckled as he watched where you were connected, "so good for me. Taking me full like a good girl." An unfiltered moan slipped you at the pet name, and jaehyun was quick to swallow it.

What first was supposed to be an innocent shopping trip for clothes due to the season changing as the weather started getting cooler, you found yourself in the lingerie shop.

You wanted to buy new sets because yours always accidentally and spontaneously get ripped off and torn by a specific goofy boyfriend behind the excuse of 'I can buy you new ones', leaving you in need to buy new ones. You plan to buy and leave for your cozy home and cook a warm, tasty dinner for your man.

But when he spotted a deep blue lace set, he couldn't stop help but imagine how you'd look wrapped up with the beautiful piece, so he asked you to wear it for him while waiting outside your dressing room with raging hormones as if he was 16 all over again.

When you poked your head from behind the curtain and told him it's on, he wasted no time and bolted inside with you and boy if he lost his mind.

He lost count on how many times you managed to strike him with how gorgeous you look. Everything you wear always looks nice on you. Your curves and edges were so tempting. It made keeping his hands off of you the hardest task.

"Oh my fucking God, doll...you'll be the death of me one day, swear to God..." he'll mumbled whenever he sees you wearing any new dress or lingerie, just like you were at that moment.

Feeling hot under his stronge gaze, you stepped back till your bare back hit the wall, "I think I like this one. Can we buy it?" You batted your pretty lashes, playing with your hair as your legs crossed, seeking a brief relief.

You were turned on. No shock. Ever since you started dating jaehyun, there was no dull moment with him. Always sexually active, and now you were also feeling all like a teenager, too, again.

"Can we take it?" He arched a brow slowly, taking his suit jacket off, and your eyes glimmered with anticipation. "I think i won't be able to restrain myself knowing my girl be looking like this, and all for me," In a second, he pinned your wrists above your head and his mouth was on yours, your muffled gasp dying on his lips.

your lips wetly smacking on one anothers, breathing each other's air.. in this moment, it feels as though the world has completely stopped spinning—just the two of you moving.

your head tilts back, body helplessly grinding down to meet his in search of friction, thinking you were subtle but when he chuckled at how desperate you were, you whined. He ruined you, and he loved every moment of that.

Feeling his hands kneading the flesh of your sides, you panted against his mouth when he broke the kiss to bite at your neck.

"Jae, we're in public!" You moaned out but tilted your head to the side anyway to give him more access to kiss your neck, making him grin against your skin.

Feeling your legs buckle when he started sucking bruises against your collarbone, you tugged at his hair roots, and his grunt made you tug harsher.

With one hand in your hair and the other, keeping a tight grip on your hip as he guides you back onto his dick, his name fell like a mantra, your orgasm building up with every harsh thrust againt your g-spot.

His hand sneaks between your legs, finding place on your sensitive clit as he rubs it urgently.

"Holy shit–jae, wait!..I–"

"I'm not far behind you, doll. Go ahead, cum,"

With a raspy moan, you release on his cock, pussy clenching impossibly tight as you do so. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you continue to clench around him.

Jaehyun rodes you out through your high with slow and deep thrusts, "now...be good and help daddy cum" gripping his shoulders, your nails dug into his flush as picked up a brutal and ruthless pace and you indulge him, just as much as he indulges in you.

he knows you love a little bit of pain, so when je wrapped his hand around yoir neck, choking you, your eyes rolled back as your another wave of pleasurable crescendo coursed through your body resulting in a cry of his name and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. with a groan, Jaehyun finishes inside of you, white seed painting your tight walls.

"Oh my god, Jae," you whimper, legs on the verge of giving out. Holding in his arms, hr kept on whispering how good you were for him amongst other praises to ground you after thr mind-blowing sex. "So fucking good." is all you can manage, completely drained.

"Baby, look at what you did to me," he grunt as he he checked the mess you made of him.

With a breathy chuckle, jaehyun gripped your thighs and hips like putty, hard enough to leave a bruise, and you yelped, "jae–wait–"

he rocks into you, urging you to keep moving as he pumps his cum inside your spent hole until you're so overstimulated that your juices are dripping down, coating your thighs and wetting the floor.

Both of you were sensetive as you held to each others sweaty bodies, low panting filling the room. With his arms wrapped around your waist, his warm tongue attaches itself to your skin, swiping along the expanse of your collarbone and chest.

Laying you gently on the L shaped couch, he put his clothes back before bringing some tissue from your purse, "at least one of us is prepared, huh," he chuckled and you pushed at his shoulder with your feet when he kneeled in front of you to clean you, "I can't believe we fucked in a lingerie shop," you sighed, pinching your nose.

"Won't be the worst thing we did," he shrugged, helping you back into your clothes before pulling you back on your feet.

Fixing you hair, he smiled goofingly at you before pecking your nose, "you look so fucked up—" punching his chest, he hissed, caressing the area as he followed you out of the changing room with your purse in his hand.

Once you stepped out, you realized the eyes of the staff on you, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

going to pay for the stuff you picked, jaehyun stood behind you and swapped his credit card before you managed to read the price, making you side-eying him.

"You paid last time???" You glared at him, but he just winked at you before placing the ripped pantie on the counter, making your eyes widen.

"we're also taking the blue lingerie set," the cashier blushed, fumbling with the clothes before handing the bags for jaehyun to hold before thanking her. With an arched brow, you watched her beam with rosy cheeks. What a sight! You tilted your head at her with a dark expression and eyes void of any emotion.

Sensing the change in your aura, she looked away from jaehyun, who was focused on his phone, at you. Seeing the way you were eying her, she flinched, making you step closer to her without blinking and she coward away.

With shaky hand, she gave him his credit card back, but you quickly snatched it from her hand, making her yelp at the force.

Feeling your hand getting engulfed in jaehyuns cold hands, you snapped out of the appelling thoughts swarming your head. "Thanks, sweetie," you gave her a sinister smile that made her shiver before letting jaehyun drag you out with him.

Hearing jaehyun laughing, he drapping his arm around your shoulders, cooing at how you were glaring the whole time you left the shop. "Where you jealous, doll?" He smirked at you, "i had my dick in you just minutes ago, and I'm pretty sure they heard your pretty screams of my name. So there's no need to be jealous."

A scoff left your lips as you tried to hide your blushing face but jaehyun quickly halted, bags sliding down his wrists as his hands squished you cheeks to kiss your pouty lips, "love it when you get jealous. It's so sexy."

"That caus you're mine and hate it when they look at you." You flatly stated. Your voice naked of any emotion, just like your face as you looked him dead in the eyes. If anything, anyone can pick from your tone, It'd be possessiveness.

Jaehyun was startled for a second before giving you a dopey smile. "Yours alone. Always." Only then, slowly, a small smile curled on your lips, satisfied with his answer.

—

Pulling by the curb in front of your house, you unfastened your seat belt and looked at him when he stayed seated. "You're not coming?"

Hearing him sigh, your brows knitted, "Honey," you placed your hand on his forearm, "it's the fourth time this month. Why are you overworking yourself like this?" You calmly asked.

"I know, I know," jaehyun sighed, taking your hand that was caressing his arm and brought it to his mouth to kiss your palm; a habit he does to sooth you whenever he feels you're nervous or stressed or sad.

"Promise I won't take long this time, honey," Seeing the heavy pout on your lips, he leaned in and kissed you repeatedly till you giggled and pushed him away gently.

"Please don't be sad," he cupped your cheeks in his hands, giving you a dimple smile, "I'm not sad.. I just miss spending time with you.." You mumbled. "Plus, I hate staying alone... you know why."

An emotion flashed in his eyes, something akin to distress and guilt, but he quickly shook his head when his phone vibrated in his pocket. A bitter reminder.

Stepping out of the car, he was quick to open your car door for you before you getting the chance to grab the handle. Smiling at the gester, he drapped his arm around your waist as he walked you to your house porch.

"You sure you can't stay for dinner?" Jaehyun smiled, "oh I'm not falling for this," he booped you nose and you playfully rolled your eyes, sighing in defeat.

"Last time you said that, I didn't leave the house for two days."

"You didn't seem bothered. You even begged me to stay with you." You grinned at him, and he let out a deep sounded laugh, his nose crinckling. Gazing softly at him, you felt wild butterflies dance in your tummy at the sight.

Kissing you deeply, he looked you deep in the eyes, "I love you. Go get some sleep. Promis you'll see me first in the morning." He murmured.

Fluttering your eyes open, you leaned back on the door behind you, a grin on your lips, "Look at him. My man." You grinned before cupping your hands around your mouth and shouting back, "i love you too!" Chuckling, he reminded you to be quiet before the neighbors complain again.

Striding to his car, a motorcycle engine cut through the tranquility of the evening, making you look to you left to see your neighbor and childhood friend.

Taking his helmet off, a smile slowly curled on your face when his eyes snapped to yours with a sparkle of glimmere in them.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey, John."

As if a switch fliped on, Jaehyun's face morphed from a happy one to a sullen one as his hand curled into a fist above the hood of the car, a flare of jealousy ignited in his core at the way the man was eying you. He knows that look because it's the same one you give him every day. Your best friend had feelings for you.

Jaehyun hated how relaxed you looked around the tall, handsome model. He loathed it.

You only felt safe and comfortable around jaehyun and never opened or talked with anyone but him, so seeing you interact with another man made him self cautious and warry of the male.

Gripping the door handle, jaehyun glared at the man intensity, a tic going in his clenched jaw, "I'll be back soon, my girl. Be a good girl for me."

You waved back at him, smiling before nodding. "Another business trip?"

You sighed, fumbling with your key to open the door, "No, I don't think so. I think just something came up in the office. How about you, johnny?"

Johnny smile widened when you looked back at him, his fatigue suddenly diminishing with one simple smile from you, "just finished another photoshoots. Nothing interesting." You nodded, opening your door but halted once you heard him call your name.

"You know, I was wondering...it's been a while since we hung out together... How about some pizza and a movie?" He leaned on the fence as his hands stabilized him, making his arms flex under his hoodie. Smiling, you shrugged. "Why not? Your house or mine?"

Seeing him jump over the fence, you chuckled, opening the door. "Giod thing that I already ordered some food then." He mumbled as he walked behind you before closing it back.

—

Down the road, inside the police car that was parked in the dark under the trees' shadows, doyoung pulled his Wireless device, eyes focused on jaehyun figure. when he leaned to kiss you, doyoung felt a burning feeling spread in his chest.

Gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white, he felt his jaw ache from how hard he was gritting his teeth as he kept gazing at him.

When jaehyun stepped away from you, doyoung felt he could breathe normally again. Jealousy was indeed a disease, and doyoung was extremely ill. He wanted you. Desired you for a very long time. He wanted you, and he will have you. He just needs to get rid of every man around you. Why did you have to have many suitors around you?

He had no problem with killing those who dared to strike a conversation with you. He enjoyed it, actually. Immensely and would be his pleasure to kill the rich snob who had the luxury of being yours for the longest time.

Doyoung couldn't kill him—he can, but can't at same time—Jaehyun was an important individual. Famous and rich and prominent figures in the society but that didn't stop him before, it's you having feelings for him that made it complicated.

Doyoung knows you better than you know yourself. He knows what you had been through, and he knows you dating jaehyun ain't a play. He saw the way you looked at him, he wasn't dumb, quite the opposite, he was very clever, too clever for his own good and he can't bring himself to bring you harm so he will make jaehyun destroy himself for him. That was his plan. A simp effective plan.

Once the black Mercedes left the curb, doyoung set the car engine to life while glaring daggers at the model who was now chatting with you, "1 down and one to go," he mumbled under his breath and when he saw johnny walking inside your house, he felt his skin burn.

Rubbing his hand down on his face, a laugh bubbled in his throat, "Count your days." He laughed menacingly. Grabbing the wireless device, he started driving discreetly, following jaehyun.

"Jeno, He's coming. Everything should be perfect."

"Gotchu."

"Oh, and jisung,"

"Yes, sergeant!" Another voice blurted.

"Send me Johnny Suh entire profile. His family. His friends. His foot size. His blood type. Everything there to know."

With a grin, he put his focus back on the road, "Time to pull the curtains off."

—

The clicking of the camera was the only thing that jisung kept hearing for the past 30 minutes while he was busy checking the cameras they installed in the house. "Are you done yet? He said some pictures, not a full photo album!" Jisung, the younger patrol officer, hissed into the earpiece.

"Well, he also said 'Get me clear picture', and I'm checking all the angles!" Hissed jeno back, taking another picture, "and beside, she's wearing that red lingerie. Be quite."

Rolling his eyes, the younger kept checking the cameras they installed in the house. He felt wrong for doing this. He knows it's his job to investigate, but this felt wrong and unethical and made zero sense.

"I still don't understand why we're following him. Is this really irrelevant to the case? I mean, yes, he's suspected of embezzlement and all but why we're following him around and snapping pictures of him with this woman—? Wait...are we investigating his infidelity? Cause we know he has another girlfriend.."

Jisung's eyes went wide at his own discovery, and before jeno could respond to his nonsense, doyoung's voice blared through their wireless device, making both officers hyper focused on any new command.

"Jeno, He's coming. Everything should be perfect."

Jeno nodded even though he couldn't see him before running discreetly to their car and getting in the driver seat next to jisung, who was monitoring the cameras and checking the quality of the audio.

"Oh, and jisung,"

The younger nods to his commander's order and starts profiling the name given to him before hearing the line cutting.

"Johnny suh..isn't he jaehyun's girlfriend's best friend?" Jeno hummed. "This what I meant! This whole thing feels weird.. Don't you think that sergeant Kim is hiding something from us?"

Checking his gun, jeno sighed, "I don't know. We were given a mission. We do the mission with no questions asked."

Hearing the engine of the black Maserati, jeno snapped many pictures till jaehyun got inside the apartment. "Okay, we're done for tonight. Let's go."

Swirling your wine, you focused on the movie playing on the TV, slowly chewing on the pizza as the killer chased the girl down the dark corridor.

"This seems fun," you blurted, making johnny hum before titling his head at you, "what?" He asked.

"The idea of chasing someone down to kill them. Look at how happy he looks with blood on his face. It's turning me on."

"Darling... they're acting," Johnny carefully explained. Shrugging, you sipped a little before licking at your lips as you leaned your back against the armrest, now facing the blond.

"And I'm clearly talking about the real-life experience," you pierced your eyes through his skull with an expressionless face. The room was dark, only the light of the TV providing a source of light.

The dim lighting made you look both creepy and attractive as you sipped your wine without breaking eye contact. He has always had a crush on you ever since you both of you used to live in Chicago back in the past when you were teens before the accident that made you suddenly disappear.

Till a year later, the house next to him was bought and he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. You changed. you weren't the same fragile girl he was familiar with.

Seeing the strong sexy woman you had become, Johnny felt nineteen all over again. He recalled his heart jumping in his chest when you looked at him before taking your shades off and giving him a friendly smile.

But seeing the way you eyed him made his smile falter, and his shoulders sag. You didn't recognize him because you looked at him the way he looked at every stranger he met in the streets.

He took a step towards you, ready to jiggle your memory so you'd remember him but when he heard your shriek when a man dressed in a fancy suit and tinted shades hugged you from behind and lifted you off the ground, his heart sank down.

You didn't just forget him but were taken, and from the way you were smiling? You were so in love. It was too obvious, it ached him.

Weeks passed, and he couldn't help it. Yes, it's normal to forget the faces of people you met in the past, but he was your childhood friend for God's sake! And was your only friend. So why didn't you recognize him?

You didn't recognize Johnny because he did actually change over the years. A lot. He was no longer the same scrawny guy with terrible haircut and acne but a man tall grown man with broad shoulders and strong toned arms.

Your neighbor was nothing less but a god with muscles for days and a defined face structure. He was handsome, attractive, and with an amazing sense of fashion–you could tell.

When you caught sight of a tattoo stretching on his bicep, you quickly averted your eyes back to his face to find his piercing eyes looking at you.

Holding your glasses in your hand, you pushed your hair off your face and eyed him back. It was a laid challenge to see who would break the eye contact first and god forbid you lose. Studying his face and body, you couldn't point out why there was a sense of familiarity.

When you bought the house, you were told not many inhibited the neighborhood for its expensive price, and that appealed to your desire for privacy, so you guessed the blond hot man was rich to afford living in such area.

"Why you're looking at me like that?" You smiled cunningly behind your glass. You know he has a crush on you. You knew all along.

Letting out a deep sigh, Johnny shook his head a little with a small smile on his lips, "You have no idea." Your smile turned smug, and you slowly placed your glass down on the coffee table beside you before slowly crawling to the other end of the couch.

Watching you, Johnny was alert, placing his glass down and flexing his back against the couch to straighten up. Feeling your soft thighs around his hips, his wide eyes shot back into yours. A loud gulp resonated when he caught the way you were eying him; like a prey.

With a happy expression, you found comfort on his lap, your hands going back behind his head, playing with the long blond strands.

"After all these years—" you started, your right hand going from his hair to run your fingers on his jaw before gripping it, making the man in your grasp shocked at your strength, his hands clutching your waist.

"—You still the same, right, Johnny? So devoted to me." You spoke in a hushed note, eying him down with a tilted head and a soft eery smile, making his heart beat loud in his ribcage, johnny knew about you, your past, your family, your history. He had a hunch you were off the rail, but that only made him desire you more. Something about playing with fire despite knowing it might burn him that gave him a thrill, because it was you, and he wanted your everything. Both your pain and love. but deep down, he was also scared of getting burned. He was scared.

"Even after everything I did. Everything I had become. You still like me," you grinned, the light of the TV reflecting on your face, and johnny felt his body run cold. You looked so bare, so real, with no fake smiles and naked of any masks. That was the real you. The one that no one saw, and you only showed it to johnny, and that made him feel special.

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but..." You trailed, your hands resting around his neck while looking him in his eyes. Everyone loved little secrets, and you saw how he leaned in, ready to hear yours. You wanted to laugh at how easily it was to play with him.

You loved that he was into you. And that's all. You can't reciprocate them or understand why he likes someone like you despite him knowing what you are. Unlike jaehyun, who's seeing what you want him to see, Johnny is seeing what you need everyone to see.

People who have experienced toxic love in their childhood will often find search for the same later on in life because it's the only type of love they know. Because a person who's been traumatized wants nothing more than to be loved but because it's so unfamiliar to them, when they get it, they're suspicious of it. And they reject it and test it, and they...punish the person who trying to love them unless they meet somebody who's bad for them.

When they meet somebody who's bad for them and is also toxic, manipulative, and neglectful, or simply is the same as them — toxic like them — this feels familiar. They would be like: "I know how to navigate this person. I'm gonna love you with all my heart."

But somebody who's consistent and honest about their intentions and is genuinely into them in a good way, caring and loving they'll be asking: "What's wrong with you? Why are you loving me? This can't be real. Let me test you. Let me push you away. Let me hurt you. Let me use you."

But the abusive, toxic one is exactly what the doctor ordered, I know exactly what to do with you, so imma love you endlessly.

You're no different, so johnny having feelings for you made zero sense to you. You can understand what he's feeling but can not understand why.

"I'm not as I seem to be. The successful, charming, and joyful designer. Dating one of the country's most eligible bachelors and having the perfect life with perfect job and partner. You see, Johnny, I do like this, this life, because both you and I know full well the life of the poor and the mistreatment. We went through with it and have seen things others won't have survived, unlike you.. You survived and well... I didn't"

"You mean," Johnny leaned his head back because you were getting too close, and he wasn't sure if he could hold himself, "your mother? The ten years ago incident?" He carefully added.

Examining your face, Johnny slowly placed you down on the couch next to him when you suddenly disconnected from the world. Your eyes were focused on a spot on the wall as you let his words sink in. Your mother.

Staring blankly at the TV, slowly, a smile curled on your lips, portraying the exact same killer you just saw in the movie.

"Oh...my sweet, sweet mother. May she rest in peace." You looked down at you socks-clad feet, a chuckle living your lips, "the author of everything I am." You finished.

Feeling a hand rubbibg your back, you looked at your left to see johnny looking at you with a neutral expression. "You see, Johnny. I have no empathy. I realized I had none after not feeling any remorse or sadness or even..any ounce of care... you know...for what have happened to my mother."

You leaned back your head against the backrest, staring at the ceiling, "I remember vividly her laying in a pool of her own blood. I remember how she looked at me with pleading eyes to help her—to do something, but I did nothing but stare.

Dad stabbed her with scissors in a fit of rage. He was drunk, and they got in a fight —That's all they had been doing for years — argue.

Father clearly got fed up with all her nagging and ranting, and the scissors were there... laying next to him on the table, and yeah... he stabbed her... right in the chest. " You pursed your lips, recalling the story.

"When a gasped left her lips and soon blood, only then it sank up in him, and suddenly he's sobered. He stabbed his wife, whom he loved and married. Obviously, he freaked out and ran out of the house like a coward." You scoffed.

"And you? How about you?"

Looking at him from the corner of your eyes, you looked back at the high ceiling. "Me? Oh, I was there. Standing by the living room doorway, watching how my mother fell to her knees before collapsing in a pool of her blood.

I was fifteen, and I know a dying person when I see one. When she looked up at me, I saw her lips move, but there was no noise escaping her, but panting and gurgling noises as she was choking on her blood.

I stood by and watched till she stopped moving before I walked to her and stood above her dead corpse. I leaned and placed my palm on her cheek before sighing. I grabbed a bag, filled it with my clothes, and my father's saved money and left.

Leaving all that behind me was the best thing I did. A person with no past, no family, no name. Isn't that what freedom is?" You smiled at your friend.

"No family? Wait," Johnny blurted, "how about your dad?? Isn't he still alive?" Seeing your smirk, he arched a brow at you, "what did you do to him?"

"Oh, him? Nothing," a grin curled on your lips. "Nothing he didn't deserve." You winked. Running your fingers up and down your throat, you toyed with your earrings.

"Actually, a year ago, I actually found him! Can you believe that? I was driving back home from jaehyun's house, and I saw him crossing the road. I checked for any cameras and witness before pressing on gas and voila! I unalived him." You shrugged, "it was the easiest murder. Felt no thrill...well, that's a lie. I did feel something when I crushed him. Satisfaction."

Running his hands over his face, Johnny leaned his head on his hands and mumbled something you didn't hear. Looking at the clock, you realized it was already past midnight, "I think it's time for you to leave."

Looking at you, Johnny pouted, "No, i wanna stay~~" A sudden gasp left him, "Are you...by any chance expecting someone else?" He eyed with a faked shocked face, "I kept telling you he's not good enough for you and you're wasting your time and energy while I'm right here," he tsked, "what a waste of good looks and charm."

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him off. It wasn't the first time he had joked about this. He always brings up the topic of how you should drop your boyfriend and date him instead, your best friend who knows you better than anyone. You always answer him the same, "Good night, johnny."

Sighing, he grabbed his jacket and let you push him. Reaching the door, he grabbed your shoulder to make you face him. You arched a brow at him as he kept staring in your eyes and back at your lips, making you subconsciously lick your lips.

Feeling his hand slid up to cup your cheek, his other hand ran through your hair before dropping at the back of your neck. You could feel him lightly squeezing your neck, making a shiver run down your spine. "I really shouldn't do this, but forgive me, i can't hold myself," he whispered before leaning down

leaning making you stand on your toes and kissed you, a shocked gasp left you throat at the gentle carass of his lips on yours. Pulling away, Johnny brushed your hair and smiled softly at you. cupping your cheeks in his warm hands, he made you focus on what he has to say because he felt of he don't tell you how ur feels, he may die.

"This may seem selfish but...i think i love you and i think I've always did. I just didn't realize sooner," taking a deep breath, he felt his heart about to burst and you eying him with your pretty eyes, wordlessly, made his hand sweat against your cheek.

Your brows furrowed. Love? You knew he liked you, not loved you...you felt mad. How dare he?? You questioned in your head. I thought he was my friend, how could he?!

Seeing your face expressions morphine into a frown, he quickly added, "When I say, love you, it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your past self and I've seen your kindness that no onr saw."

You felt your chest tighten. This feels wrong. This is wrong. This is bad. No, no, no!!! Despite your internal voices screaming at you to silence him, he clearly didn't pick at the shift in the mood as he kept talking and with his calm voice spilling warm words, it burned your heart, made your body shake with rage. You can't understand what he's feeling.

"—I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. No matter what you did in the past. No matter what you do in your present. Know that I'll always love you and would never turn my back on you. Have sweet dreams, my sweet psycho." Feeling him pecking your forehead, a breath left you as he stepped back, Winking at you before opening the door and leaving.

you knew you won't sleep. The voices were screaming at you to kill him as well but you didn't want to but you also knew you won't rest with the blaring voices in your head.

Stumbling to your room, you hysterically searched for your pills in the barhroom's cabinet that you stored for situations like this.

Ever since you met Jaehyun, you stopped taking them because with him, you be at peace and can sleep with no nightmares when he's by your side, but now he isn't with you. You're alone. You're alone and you want them to shut up.

Grapping a handful of pills, you shoved them in your moth before chugging a full glass of water.

Taking fast and shallow breaths, you lifted your head, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You hated her. This version of you. You can't stand her. And you couldn't recognize her.

grabbing the marble soap dish, you clutched it in your hand before crashing it in the mirror, making endless shattered pieces fly around, but none hit you.

"I can't stand my reflection..." Looking at the mess you made, you dropped to pick the broken glass as fast as you can before you get any new idea and end up hurting yourself.

Parking his car, jaehyun stepped out and used his spare key to open the door. The house was dark and quiet; a sense of safety settled in him. He was tired as he dragged his body down the corridor with a pale and expressionless face. There was just so much weight on his shoulder, so heavy it almost brought him down to his knees.

Rubbing his eyes, he maneuvered around your house in the darkness, trying not to stumble on your many decorations and art pieces.

Reaching your bedroom, he pushed the door carefully to not make any creak noises that might disturb you.

Once entering the darkness of your bedroom and getting wrapped by your scent, he felt his tense body relax and his muscles to unwind. Taking a deep breath, he let a soft sigh as he leaned on the door with closed eyes. The room smelled just like. cozy as he took his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt.

Taking his clothes off, He silently moved towards the bed before sitting down next to your feet, a broken smile on his lips. "She'll never be you," he whispered, hand stroking your thigh, "would never be as perfect as you," he laid beside you before bringing your warm and soft body closer to his and kissing your shoulder, "would never make me feel the way you do." Wrapping his arms around your stomech, he nuzzled into your nape, inhaling your calming scent before releasing a staggered breath, a choked sob bubbled in his throat but he quickly pressed his lips shut to your skin to not wake you up.

Steering in your sleep, jaehyun quickly kissed your cheek, "I'm here, I'm here," he whispered, voice airy.

It was the guilt. The guilt was eating him whole. He felt dirty for what he did. He felt unworthy of you for what he did. For what he had been doing. Holding you tight, he feared your leaving. The thought of you leaving him made his heart clench in his chest.

Imagine walking on thin ice. It's slippery and unsteady, and with every step you take, you can't be sure if it will hold your weight. Every moment, you're aware that the ice could crack at any moment, and you could fall and freeze in the frozen water below.

That's how jaehyun was feeling for a while; the thought of losing someone you love so much, losing you scared him a lot. Every interaction with you is like a needle sinking deep into his heart.

Every wrong word or gesture can cause him to lose you forever. The constant pressure of feeling like he's on the edge of disaster made it hard to focus on anything else.

Hovering above you, he admired your serene face and soft breaths. Stroking your cheek, he smiled down at you, "I'm so so sorry." He mumbled, his chest felt heavy. His heart hurts in his chest. He barely managed to get his words out as his throat logged up with a thick lump. feeling his lashed to clamp together with unshed tears, he rubbed his eyes and blinked to get to see you clearly. "I'm really sorry."

You had turned to on your side and almost still fully covered with the blanket, but he still took his time studying you. Your features were so soft, all your muscles relaxed, and your heartbeat is steady and serene.

Taking his shorts off, He pulled his semi-hard cock and started stroking himself slowly, hissing at the touch, while he reached for the covers with his free hand and with a gentle pull, jaehyun revealed your bare skin inch by inch.

You had made it easy for him, going to bed naked and wet.

Seeing the clear skin of your neck made him want to leave dark bruises all over it.

He ran his cold fingers over it. Going down to your right breast. He grasped it in His hands, squeezing it a little. Thinking about licking and biting it at the bud. You are still deep asleep. Your meds knocked you out cold.

"Oh, doll... you're gonna be the death of me,"

One knee on both sides of your thighs, he lowered himself, the tip of his tongue grazed over the length of your inner thigh, making you stir a little. A breath leaving your lips.

"I know, it's cold," he said, licking his lips relishing in your taste for a moment before he pushed himself up to your ear.

"Can't never get enough of you...making me always come back...so addicted to you," feeling his lips kissing along the column of your neck, you turned your head to the side to give him more space, it was a subconscious move and that made him grin, "that's my girl."

Sitting back on his calves, he smoothed one hand over the curve of your hip, enjoying the warmth of your bed-warm skin against his.

When his eager hands reached the meat of your ass, he stilled to gently squeeze you, coaxing a soft, low noise from your lips, making his cock twitch angrily. He wrapped a warmed hand around it and squeezed, oh so desperate to be engulfed in you.

"Damn,"he moaned. "Always so good.."

he couldn't bite back the growl rising in his throat when he finally sat between your thighs.

"Beautiful," he muttered. "So fucking beautiful."

He lowered himself to his stomach. jaehyun ached to taste you and make you feel good, but his tongue was still too cold, but his fingers weren't.

Averting his face from your pussy, he pressed his open mouth to your thigh. hot skin against his mouth as he licked and sucked and kissed your legs while his thumb found your clit and drew soft circles around it.

You sighed, hips stuttering, and jaehyun wasted no time as he made a few circles around your clit with his tongue, earning moans from you, before slipping a finger in.

You were so wet for him, His head whirled, making his cock twitch against his thigh.

He moaned, and you mewled when he finally sucked one of your swollen lips into his mouth, your hips bucked involuntarily.

"You taste so fucking good," he almost whined and exchanged his fingers with his tongue. "All of you, just all of you... so fucking sweet and all mine," he mumbled into your folds, curling and pumping his two fingers inside you where your pulse beat fast against the pads of his fingers. He could feel you tense around them as he curled them and hit the spot you love oh so much.

"J-jaehyun..?" You moaned, slowly waking up, eyes still closed as your chest heaved. "Shh, shh baby, let me take care of you, my doll. Let me show you how much I missed you."

He moved them faster and faster, holding your thigh down with the hand not in use. He slurped and groaned into your pussy desperately, a vibration of pleasure traveling through your body making you gasp.

Feeling you tug at his hair and grinding down on his face, his moaned muffled against your clit. He was so desperate to make you cum, he needed it so badly.

"J-jae..I—" you felt disoriented at first before succumbing to him.

A hard suck to your clit has you moaning out loudly, back arching off in pleasure. Jaehyun wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still while he continues his ruthless ministrations on your pussy.

Jaehyun gazes up at you through hooded eyes between your thighs. you can feel him smirk against your cunt as he devours you, listening to your pleas. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, still pulling at his locks roughly.

he's more than practiced at making you fall apart and making you cry and scream his name, "baby, you're so good for me, so damn good. Waking me up like this, i—" You gasped, "i—shit."

his wet lips closes around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly as his eyes focuses on the expressions you are making, taking in each of. them in and memorising what makes you feel good.

He pushed his face deeper against your pussy, desperate to taste you. He needed that so bad.

"i need to taste you so bad, doll— fuck," The longer he fingered you, the more frantic he became, fingers disappearing in and out of you hurriedly. You can tell he was enjoying this just as much as you were with his heavy breathing and the way he slightly grinds against the mattress beneath him to relieve himself.

Fucking his tongue inside of you with three fingers stretching you out, hitting your G-spot repeatedly, you can't help but scream his name and arch your back for more.

you bite your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you desperately hump jaehyun's fingers, his wet tongue, and his pretty face; searching for your release.

with every breath you take, soft whimpers, and 'oh my god's' leave your lips, jaehyun whimpered.

"You gonna come for me, doll?"

you nod vigorously, lust practically plastered in your eyes as his fingers and tongue begin to match the pace of your rocking hips.

"J-jae.." You whimper as you twitch, moaning as he leaves bite marks alongside your inner thighs. "god, i'm gonna—fuck!"

you sob when you feel his breath against your core again, "let it go, baby," he growls as he sucks and licks your clit with a moderate amount of pressure. "cum for me. my girl, you've been so good for me,"

You cried out, thighs going to shut around him head, but he used his elbows to keep them wide open.

he smirks when he sees tears sliding down your cheeks, "You're so so so beautiful when you cry for me, baby..."

With a final suck on your clit and pump of his slim fingers you were gone. Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your back arched with pleasure, hips stuttering as you came on jaehyun's tongues.

Jaehyun groans when he finally gets an actual taste and with one taste, he's hooked, tongue going from kitten licks to sinking his tongue deep inside your swollen cunt, a hand grasping your thigh open while his other hand makes its way to your sweet bundle of nerves, rotating your clit in slow circles, sending shocks down where Jaehyun's situated, drenching his mouth with your sweet juices, dripping down his chin, and the sounds you make, calling out to his name with that airy high pitched tone that only he gets to hear.

he laps up your spill of juices dutifully, cleaning up every last drop as you come down from your high. "Sweetest thing I've tasted... can live on this alone."

"Oh? you thought i was done?" You chuckled, "No, no, baby, you can take one more for me, right?"

"Let me catch my breath first, lover boy."

—

"That's it..."

Jaehyun hissed as he fucked into you slowly, letting you feeling every inch of him as he stretched you, praising you at how good you're taking him. The soft sunshine shyly seeped through the clouded sky and poured into the bedroom, bathing your flushed and sweaty skin as you held the headboard for dear God, your legs slowly giving up on you.

Your lover's strong arm draped on your waist, pulling you in closer, taking him deeper than before, making you feel how desperate he was for you. Sex was always important for both of you, and jaehyun loved how you matched his high drive, but in days like this, where he's not fucking you hard and fast and basically fucking the light out of you till your kicking him away, it gives you an idea on his mood.

He's stressed. Something is bothering him, and he won't tell you despite your insistence.

Taking everything so slow with no rush to reach your orgasm. Basking in each other's scent. Lazy kisses. Whispered praises fell off his tongue like it was a song only he knew the words to.

Brushing his lips against the warm skin of your neck as he rocks into you faster. Moans were bouncing off of the room walls. Feeling the orgasm you ached for so bad aprouching, you arched your back, face falling into the silky pillows, muffling your moans as you gripped the sheets beside you as you were left breathless laying there basking in pleasure, taking whatever he gave you.

In the mornings like this, Jaehyun never lets you do any of the work. You are his queen, his one and only. He knew you were close from the begs and pleads, even the way your legs were shaking.

Flipping you on your back, his mouth quickly was on yours in a gentle kiss, made your head hazy at how gentle he was with you. Dragging his lips up your neck to your ear, he groaned, "I'll always have you, baby. Cum for me."

Helping you ride your high, a few sloppy strokes before you felt his hot load paint your walls white.

Pulling out slowly, both of you hissed at the emptiness. Seeing you pouting at the, he chuckled before cleaning you up. Running his fingers on your face, he smiled down at you, "I love you."

Jaehyun took it upon himself to always remind you that he's in love with you, but this time, his words carried a vulnerability that stirred the same swirl of emotions he was feeling within you. You didn't even need to say it back. The look in your eyes was all he needed for reassurance.

The next thing you knew, his lips were meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. The connection between you two was like a magnetic force, drawing you closer to each other. Giggling into the kiss, a stupid grin split his face in half, his nose wrinkling.

After silent minutes, you pushed him gently off of you to go shower. "You don't have any work today, right? Let me spoil you," he murmured, trailing behind you like a lost puppy to the bathroom.

"Oh, Jung Jaehyun, you know I'm a busy woman," his whine suddenly went quiet, and you had a guess why. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him feel the cracks in the mirror.

"What happened?" He asked, worried, making you mumble something under your breath. "Nothing happened. It was an accident. I already asked someone to come fix it, and yes, I'm fine, so don't worry."

Seeing him eying the bathroom floor and inspecting for any other damages, you rolled your eyes. Always so persisting.

"My schedule for today is clear. As far as what jungwoo told me," You changed the subject, and you saw him turning away from the sink.

"Hm..jungwoo...your secretary, right?"

Smiling, you dibbed in the water, sighing as the warm water engulfed your sore muscles. "Go do some papers, jae," you waved at him, and he rolled his eyes.

"I do have some papers to finish, actually. You rest and I'll prepare your breakfast."

Ascending the stairs, you slowly padded to the kitchen when you saw your boyfriend's bare back with red scratches, making a smirk curl slowly on your face.

Walking towards him, he smiled when you wrapped your arms around his waist. "You're up," you hummed, nuzzling into his back, "it's mid-day...why didn't you wake me up? I overslept..."

"You looked so peaceful, so I let you." Looking over his shoulder to see what he's doing, you arched a brow.

"Why are you cutting... fruits?"

"...uh for your breakfast?"

"Honey, it's 12:27 in the morning. I think we're past breakfast time," Taking a glass, he poured you some wine, "have some wine, honey," grabbing the glass frol his hand, you laughed as he carried the last bowl to place on the table and held your other hand with his free one before dragging towards the round table near the window that overlooks the back garden.

Sipping his coffee, jaehyun eyed you with tight lips, "why there was 2 dirty glasses when I came home this morning? Did you hang out with your friends or something last njght?"

Munching on a peach, you sipped your wine, "no one was here last night. I was all alone." You lied through your teeth, face calm of any reactions, "plus, you know I sometimes use 2 glasses, I mean, you once found me eating from 2 plates." You shrugged, "I think you were really tired you forgot."

Jaehyun hummed, "Yeah, I think you're right." You smiled. "By the way, I just got a text saying there's some work I need to check in the studio. Would you be here when I come back?"

A loud whine had you giggling, "You said you'll be mine all day," Taking a deep chug, you stood up and walked to your pouty boyfriend, "I did, but! It won't take long," you kissed his cheek and dimple before you kissed his wine-stained lips, humming at the wine you tasted.

"Can I drive you there?" He shouted as you headed upstairs, "No, you rest here. I won't take long."

Drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, you enjoyed the song playing on the radio. You were in a good mood. You woke up in an amazing way, the memory making you smile coyly.

Hearing your phone ring, you checked the ID, and your mood changed. Tossing the phone to the passenger seat, you rolled your eyes. Minutes later, he called again and again and again, and you had it with him.

Hearing your phone chimes with a notification, you checked, knowing he has texted you.

Johnny: please don't do this.

Johnny: I really do regret what I did, and I'm sorry, but let me talk with you. Don't do this.

Johnny: I came to your house but no one was there.

Delivered

Leaning your elbow on the car door handle, you sighed after turning your phone off and mindlessly played with your hair. Hearing the police siren, you looked at your side mirror before pulling over as instructed.

Rolling your window down, you waited for the officer to appear by your side. You didn't rush and do anything wrong. You're sure your lights were fine and you had your seat belt on, do why you're getting pulled over?

When the officer stood next to your door, you took your shades off, "how can I help you officer....?"

Studying his face, you felt a sense of Deja vu. You know him. You saw him many times in many places. Ah,... interesting. He's stalking me. How adorable. You had a hunch you knew him from somewhere, not from your recent encounters but from way back then. Like johnny? You wondered.

"Miss?" Doyoung called again and you snapped your eyes at him, "yes?"

"I was saying we need your attendance in the police station. We'd like to ask you few questions."

Pursing your lips, you squinted your eyes at him. Where did you see him before? You can't remember half your childhood due to your many traumas. Everything was a blur mess, and whenever you try to think back to your past, you get nothing but a terrible headache. As if your brain was telling you you're looking for something that doesn't exist. A memory that never happened, but you're sure you knew him from somewhere.

Nodding, you followed him to the police station.

Doyoung felt his heart about the jump out of his chest. This was the closest he ever got to you, and he couldn't believe your beauty. She's prettier than a person. Those pictures did her no justice. Of course, such beauty couldn't be captured by cameras. Biting his lip to suppress his grin, he couldn't wait to have you.

—

Crossing your legs, you leaned in the chair in his office, your nails drumming on the wooden desk as you waited for him to speak.

"I'm tad busy, officer. Td be glad if you went straight to the point," you forced a smile.

Anyone with eyes would notice how doyoung was eying with heart-shaped eyes. He didn't stop smiling ever since you entered with him.

"Yes," he cleared his throat, "we want you to answer a few questions about your boyfriend, Jung Jaehyun."

Hearing the name of your lover, you leaned in, intrigued, and slightly worried. Seeing the way your chest was pressed near the edge of the desk, nearly spilling from your dress low cut, doyoung slammed his knee on the edge of the desk to distract himself from you and focus.

"You okay?" You asked when you heard the thud, "I'm fine." Gulping down the drool in his mouth, he sat straight, fixing his light blue uniform.

"We think he's embezzling money from the company. We can't share any further information as it's an ongoing investigation."

Arching a brow, a scoffed laugh resonated. "Really? Embezzlement? Really?" Running your hand through your hair, you scoffed.

Grining, doyoung leaned on his elbows on the desk, a faint smirk on his lips behind his interwinded fingers, "Didn't he spend any extravagant sums lately with no apparent reason?" He tilted his head, watching your face as you thought about his question. Doyoung knew he could watch you all his life and won't get bored. Doing nothing but catching his attention. It was bad for him.

"Well," you started, a playful smile on your lips that had doyoung's cock to twitch, "l don't know about your salary or your view on extravagant sums but he spent the regular; bout 2 house in London and 3 racing care and that's not above the budget," shrugging your shoulders, you smirked at him.

" i see.." she doesn't know about his spending. Thought she'd be in control of the Financials.

"If this is everything, I guess I'm leaving," Standing up, you put your coat on your shoulders. Putting your shades on, you gave him one last forced smile before leaving.

Letting out a breath, doyoung checked his pants to see an obvious bulge. Laughing, he leaned in his chair and threw his head back. Facing the ceiling, he smiled dreamingly, "I'm madly in love with you."

Sighing, he pulled an envelope from his drawer, "Time to play my cards." Grabbing w paper and his phone call, he called a flower shop.

—

Groaning, you felt your hand burn from the number of sketches you did, and with jungwoo talking your ear off about some last-minute adjustments, you felt your head about to explode.

Finishing your renderings and graphics to showcase to your designs for the upcoming meeting, you sighed, stretching your back.

"What do I have next?" You asked jungwoo, checking your wristwatch, "3 pm..hmm,"

"Well," he checked his tablet, a small pout on his lips, " all you have left is to coordinate with vendors and suppliers to ensure that materials and products needed for your designs will be delivered on time and of high quality."

"Can't you do that? I wanna go home," you whined, dropping your head on your desk among the many sheets and fabric materials.

"Pass," he rejected you casually and calmly, which made you laugh, the sound muffled by the papers around your face, "Oh, I remembered! You got a delivery, someone sent you flowers!"

Lifting your head, you eyed him with a puzzled look, "i did?"

Seeing him walk back inside your office with a colorful bouquet, you gently grabbed it from his hands,"Did it come with a letter?" You asked, inspecting the choice of flowers.

"Yes and an envelope." Jungwoo handed them to you, "Okay, you may leave now."

Inhaling their scent, you smiled a little. You loved flowers, but you didn't love this specific rearrangement. The sender clearly had an idea of the symbols of flowers.

"White, yellow, orange and red flowers..whute Liles and gardenia: beauty and love," you recalled the meaning of the flowers in your hand as you delicatly touched the white petals.

"and then they sent yellow daffodils and orange marigolds. unrivaled love and jealousy?" You arched a brow, intrigued.

Two flowers left. 4 yellows flowers 3 red flowers."' An unsettling feeling churned in your stomech, "yellow rose infidelity. geranium..stupidity." Your brows furrowed. Your tongue prodding at your cheek, "this is stupid. Where's the letter?!"

With a scowl, you unfolded the letter, and you were met with neat handwriting.

"I know I don't need to explain what these flowers mean, but when I saw the lilies, I couldn't help but think of you, thus, the gardenia and daffodils. Daffodils might seem exaggerated, but their not. Trust me on that and those small marigolds? Wish jealous was as pretty and delicate, but we both know it's not. Jealousy is a burning rage, just like those orange petals. But as beautiful as you are, my love, you don't know everything, hence, the geraniums. Love makes us stupid. I know. Now, you might not understand why i sent the yellow roses, but I hope what's in the envelope enlighten you. Your rich boyfriend isn't naive as you perceive him. Maybe beside the 2 houses and yacht, he spent his money on another girlfriend? I don't know, I' let you decide.

K.DY."

Tearing the letter, you hastily opened the envelope. Tearing the envelope with hard and fast motion, you lifted a brow, ready to see what's inside.

As you opened the envelope, your mind took long three seconds to register the sight. Photos. Clear HD photos of jaehyun holding and kissing a woman that's not you.

You felt your heart sink as you eyed the pictures in your hand. Some slipped down as your grasp around them weakened.

You were so shocked you started laughing checking all their images captured on film, "oh wow," you whispered. "This wasn't a one-time thing.. Oh wow." A flash of anger and hurt shot through you as the realization of your beloved's betrayal hit you.

You let out a loud, bitter laugh, holding the images tightly in you grasp, before throwing them to the ground and crushing them with your heel as you stood up.

Looking down at the flowers, you tore them apart before slamming them against the wall, still laughing.

Throwing your head back, your hand went through your hair, "I'm gonna kill him," you raved, grining ear to ear.

When jungwoo heard many crashing noises in your office, he rushed inside to check on you but got pushed by your beeline figure. He grunted as his back hit the wall behind before he could catch you. He saw your car race down the road.

Pressing on the gas pedal, the car sped down the road, taking turns with aggressive motions.

Recalling the photos, you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears and you quickly and aggressively rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, smudging your makeup in your wake, "i won't cry because of him."

Pressing more on the gas pedal, the sound of the car's engine seemed to grow louder in response to your frustration. Your hands were firmly gripping the steering wheel.

Seeing a car suddenly halt in the middle of the road ahead of you, you cussed at you pressed breaks, pulling the steering wheel. The tires squealed against the pavement, leaving black, smoking marks on the asphalt.

When the car continued to drift, you desperately tried to regain control of the vehicle before hitting the stopped car. Your hands clenched the steering wheel, and your knuckles grew white with the force of their grip. The sound of the tires skidding on the pavement was deafening, and the smoke from the tires filled the air.

When the car finally stopped, you let out the breath you were holding. Scratch that. You were panting as you leaned back in your seat with closed eyes, resting your head at the head rest, trying to catch your breath and stabilize your heartbeats.

Hearing someone knocking on your window, you opened your eyes and peeked at your side. Seeing his face, you pushed your door open, not caring if you hit him.

"You're fucking crazy, you know that!? Like why would you do that!? Huh?! Why?!" Punching and pushing at his chest, doyoung kept giving you his dopey smile, which infuriated you. You hated his stupid gummy smile.

Grabbing your hand, he sighed, "You were racing, and I didn't know how to stop you." He brought your hand and put it on his heart. You could feel how loud and fast his heart was beating against your hand.

"I was so damn scared something might happen to you because of me. I was terrified." Feeling him kiss your palm, you yanked your hand away, a loud scoff leaving you.

"God... You were beautiful in the photos I took, but you're absolutely fucking perfect in my arms like this." Doyoung mumbled, tucking your hair behind your ear making you shudder but you didn't stop him.

"How delusional can you get? First, a stalker, now this?" You grabbed his wrist and pushed his arm away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he grabbed at your wrist instead with iron grip.

"Stalking" is such a strong word I prefer "Intense Research of an Individual" with smooth voice, he said, eying you with raw adoration, "plus, it's my job. To investigate." He winked at you, "you're running out of milk by the way,"

"This is a waste of my time. Move away!" You pushed him off, frustrated that he was making you feel things, "Why did you send me those photos?" Pushing his hand that lingered on your cheek, you glared at him.

As if something clicked in him, his smile dropped, and his face locked in dark gaze. With a fast move, he garbed both your arms and slammed you against your car. His whole demeanor changed, which made you secretly smile, "i did this out of love, I'm doing this out of love!! If anything ever happens to you, I'll fucking kill myself, you hear me?!"

Hearing that, you smiled before scoffing a laugh, "Do you really think I'll fall for such words? Anyone can die for anyone. Why on earth would your death phaze me? Id see you shoot yourself here, right now, and i won't give a damn. I think you flattered yourself a bit too much." You smirkrd, caressing his face before harshly gripping his jaw and bringing his face closer to yours, "For all I know, those pictures you sent me may be fake. You want me so bad, you'll do anything to get me, won't you?" You whispered, looking at his eyes and lips, trying to read his face but his eyes looked dead, nothing in them.

He made no reaction to you holding his face or tried to prey your hand off, He just tilted his head in your hold. you couldn't understand his expressions. You couldn't read him or know what he's thinking or what he'll do next. He was unpredictable, and you loved that. You enjoyed him keeping you at your toes. You were so entertained, you nearly forgot why you were mad.

Grabbing his phone, he shoved it in your face, a map with red dot sparkling. "See this?? It's your fucking boyfriend at his slut's house. I put a GPS tracker in his car. When you left the house at 12:51, at 15:38, he got a text and went to her. Now it's 15:45. If we hurry, we'd catch them. Get in the car," he grabbed your hand off of his face and dragged you towards his car before making get inside and started the engine, "how about my car?" You asked flatly, "I'll make someone take it to your house, don't worry."

Leaning towards you, he fasted your seat belt. "My purse," you muttered, and he smiled before going back to your car to get it, bringing your coat as well.

The whole ride felt suffocating and awkward, and you felt it dragged for an hour when, in fact, it was only 4 minutes.

He kept ahold of your hand in his while driving with the other. When you tried to pull it away, he heavily pouted, "Please let me hold it. promise I won't do anything else but to hold your hand."

Sighing, you ignored the way his face lit up when you muttered a faint 'fine' and chose to look out of the window instead fir the rest of the ride.

After defeating silence, you turned your head to look at him to find him already looking at you, which, for reasons you didn't know, your heart fluttered in your chest making you eye him with furrowed brows before shaking your head and ignoring it.

He hummed, waiting for you to speak, "so..uh..how to ask this... how did this...infatuation of yours with me start?"

Taking a turn, you recognized the neighborhood. You went with him there to buy a house. He told you it was for business. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. No longer fuming with rage but disappointed.

"You really don't recognize me? I think I changed a little but not like johnny. No?" Tilting your head, you squinted your eyes at him, "why I'm not shocked you know him too. But no, I do remember your face, but I can't remember from where. I can't remember half my childhood if you knew me from that way back." You shrugging, watching the many houses lining up in the back.

"We used to live in the same neighborhood. You were thirteen when you stood up for me. A boy was bullying me, and you pushed him to the road. A truck hit him, and he died right there. The truck didn't stop and ran away, and I remember you telling me to dispose of him in the river. We made a pinky promis to never tell anyone about our little secret." Hooking his pinky finger with yours, he brought his other hands to make a shush motion, making you chuckle.

Looking down at your interlocked fingers, a small smile curled on your lips, your brows pulled together in astonishment. You remembered him when he pulled that car stunt, but you're not going to tell him. You still couldn't remember the incident clearly, but that sounded like a thing you did. "Thirteen you said?... I remember I moved a lot by that age."

"Yeah, next morning I didn't find you. Years later, I found you, but the cops were around your house. I felt happy; happy that you didn't change. Blood and death surrounding you wherever you go. I wanted to reach out to you when I found you three years ago, but you looked happy with your newfound freedom. You looked the happiest freed from your past, so I let you. Until you killed your father and I had to interfere. You must stop killing people and leaving them by the sidewalks. That's irresponsible."

Hearing him, you couldn't help but laugh at his scolding. "I never thought I'd be getting such advice from a cop. Don't worry, sir. Next time, I'll do it right."

"We're here." Parking by the corner, you stepped out of the car with an umbrella to shield you from the rain. Doyoung stayed in the car per your request. It was a thing you had to face alone, but he made sure you knew that he'd jump in if he saw it necessary.

Taking steady strides, you stopped by a tree before putting your shades back on to hide your face, your umbrella shielding half your face as well, but you put your glasses on for good measures.

Seeing his car park by a nearby gate, you saw a door pulled open, and a girl with a white shirt and basketball shorts stride towards him before throwing herself in his arms.

You didn't know what you expected. For him to push her back? For this to be fake? For doyoung to be wrong? For this to be a huge misunderstanding? You expected many things, but none of them were your beloved catching her in his arms and kissing her out in public.

Something died in you. Seeing that with your own eyes, a big crake tore your heart in two. You never felt such pain before. It was overwhelming. You felt a deep pang of pain and hurt as you witnessed the sight of your so called your man with another woman.

The pain was so intense, so gut-wrenching, that it took yout breath away. It left you feeling like you're falling apart, like you were crumbling from the inside out. Seeing them walk inside, laughing and chatting, you looked down at your heels, smiling, before lifting your head and looking at the house memorizing it.

Turning on your heel, your grip around the umbrella loosened. You felt hollow. The whole world felt quiet, but it was you so cut out of the world. All sounds were muted. Only you, your thumbing heart, and your voices.

Oh, the voices... they were mocking you for falling in love with a man like jaehyun. A man you knew was too good for you and was prone to leave you for someone younger and prettier.

The voices chanted one word. Kept on screaming it in your head. Tone was getting more aggressive and intense, but your facial expression remains neutral, no sign that there was a war in your head.

Walking to the car, you didn't hear the squelches of your shoe against the wet pavement, only what your demons desired, only what they were begging you to do. Only there whispers in your ears. Only their shouts in your mind.

To kill your cheating ex.

Doyoung stood by the car waiting for you. He watched you silently. He knew you'd want no one to talk with you, so he kept quiet the whole way back to your house. It pained him.

"I will take all the pain if it means you'll smile."

He wanted to tell you that, but didn't, he wanted to say many things but he didn't. He hated it. He hated jaehyun for what he did to you. He hated him to his guts. He wanted him gone for a long time, and now was the perfect chance, but he knew it wasn't his for the taking. It was yours.

"That...girl. you want her dead?" Doyoung softly whispered, "I can get rid of her for you if you want."

Grabbing your purse from the backseat, you glanced at him. He was giving you his best puppy eyes, but yours were dead. You were numb. "I can manage myself." You replied flatly. "Plus, it's not your problem, it's mine."

"Baby, killing for you is my favorite hobby." Grabbing your hand, he kissed your knuckles one by one, "if you need my help, just call me. I have your number, I'll text you mine."

Nodding your head, you left. There was no emotion left within you. You're back at the age of fifteen. Void of any life. Back at square one.

Throwing your coat at the coach, you halted by the way to the kitchen when you saw a red rose next to the pancakes he made you for breakfast.

Striding towards the table, you grabbed the plate and smashed it to the wall before grabbing your phone.

I'm back home, where are you?

Jae: oh, a sudden meeting. I'll be back before dinner ;)

Jae: I love you!

Delivered

Putting your phone down, you went to your bedroom. The closet. The vanity. The bed. The photo frames. The corners of the room. His clothes. His perfumes. His watches. His rings. Everything reminded you of him.

Sitting on your bed. You finally took a deep breath.

You hadn't cried in a long time, longer than you could remember. But now, all your suppressed anger and frustration exploded, and floods of tears started to swell from your now dark eyes. One tear becme two then three then more.

soaking your shirt completely. Your small sniffs turned into gasps, and that turned into whales, then into loud screams and shouts.

Scream-crying. Even in your most vulnerable moments, you were violent. Walking to his closet, you tore and ripped his shirts within a second. Smashed his perfume bottles into the wall.

Grabbing the bedside table's lamp, you threw it at the corner, and a flame burst. With a small smile, you watched the fire grow in the corner. Slowly, it started rising. It was beautiful.

Chuckling under your breath, you took backward steps, eyes still focused on the burning fire before you turned into your bathroom.

Laughing, you traced the broken mirror's cracks with your fingers. You didn't hate your reflection. This was you. Your reflection on the broken mirror was you. The real you.

Running your hand on your face, you felt under your eyes the ruined mascara. Running your hand up to your hair, you tugged at it harshly till your scalp stung.

Looking around you, you spot the scissors. Grabbing it, you huffed your hair off of your face before looking back at your black locks in the mirror. "Pretty," you grinned at yourself.

Cutting your hair recklessly, you were still filled with the overwhelming sense of betrayal and anguish. You couldn't help but feel like your whole world was crumbling around you, but you knew this all would end eventually. You had a plan.

After taking a shower and getting dressed in your favorite red dress, you dried your hair and got dolled up. Stepping back into your bedroom, you fond the fire had gone out, a black mark painting the wall.

"That fire was short-lived.." You mumbled.

Jae: I love you!

6: 24 pm

Dinner at my house? Candles? I'm feeling romantic tonight. Don't be late.

Delivered

Smirking, you leaned on the wall behind you with a content smile.

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Getting inside the house, jaehyun tried to feel the switch to turn the lights on, but nothing. The house was dead silent as he called your name but got no answer.

Looking at the walls, his brows furrowed at the sight of scratches and red stains... blood? the paint has peeled off on various spots. It seemed like a peeling mark, as if someone threw something harshly at the wall, causing the paint to separate from the surface. he swears he left the house just fine few hours ago.

Walking deep into the house, jaehyun caught the faint sound of one of his favorite songs playing on the vinyl.

Following the sound, he hanged his coat on the hanger, "Honey?" He called quietly. Peering at the dining room, a smile made to his lips when he finally saw you.

Leaning on the door frame, he watched you preparing the table with dishes and lighting some candles.

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled, "You're home," You walked toward him, and he opened his eyes to wrap you in his embrace before kissing you softly.

"Your hair...why you changed it?" He asked, taking one of your blond locks in his hand. He looked startled with the new color and haircut.

"You don't like it?" You asked with a pout, " thought I'd do something new. You know, out of change. Come let us eat."

Pushing him off of you gently, you pulled him towards a chair before sitting him down, "This looks beautiful, my doll." You smiled at the pet name.

"I put your favorite song, too. 'Nothing gonna hurt you baby'." You grinned before adding with a tilt of your head, "our favorite."

The vinyl was playing softly in the background, providing a warm and intimate atmosphere. The room was cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and a warm fire crackling in the fireplace.

You set the table with exquisite details, adorning it with delicate porcelain plates and shining silverware. The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen.

Bringing the last dish, you poured him a glass of wine before sitting down opposite of him. After eating in silence —only him was eating, you kept on watching him— you reached for your glass of wine, "how was work, honey?" You hummed, inhaling the scent of the fruity beverage.

"Boring," he answered, wiping his lips with his napkin, "nothing interesting." You smiled softly at that.

Taking another sip of his wine, you smiled faintly when you saw the furrow in his eyebrows, "hm, this wine tastes a bit different." Jaehyun murmured, licking at his lips, "tastes...bitter?" You looked at him confused before taking your untouched glass and sipped a little, "Hm..no? It tastes just fine."

Looking up at you, he saw you eying him with your chin in your palm with your play untouched, "Why...aren't you eating?" He asked warily.

"I'm not hungry, plus, I'd love to watch you eat instead. More wine?" Glancing at you, he saw your silhouette moving in both sides. Blinking his eyes, he started taking slow breaths.

Caressing his neck, he gulped down the rest of his wine, but nothing. It was only getting worse. he felt as if his throat was burning from dryness, "water," he croaked before coughing.

Jumping to your feet, you poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, "Are you okay?" You saw him rubbing his eyes as he looked at you twice as he blinked.

Pushing his chair away, he stumbled to stand up as he kept backing away from you with wobbly legs, "Wha...what did you d-do to me?" He mumbled, using his hand against the wall to stabilize himself.

Sitting on the table, you grabbed his empty glass of wine in your hand before grinning, "hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do, but you left me with no choice. But worry not, the fun has yet to begun. Cheers cheater!" Rising your glass in the air, you winked at him.

"C-cheater? what are you—"

"Don't even—oh...he passed out."

Putting your glass down, you walked towards him before crouching next to him. Pushing his hair off his flushed and sweaty face, you hummed.

—

Jaehyun felt as if he was running and running in a dark forest but to no destination. All he knew was that he had to run to save his life.

His felt a sting in his thigh. He took a guess it was a wound, but he had to keep running to safety, but the pain was so severe that he felt like he's getting stabbed with every step that he took.

Leaning on a tree, he tried to catch his breath and think. Looking at his leg, he saw blood but felt nothing. The sharp pain has faded to a manageable buzz, at the same time that everything has grown fuzzy and indistinct, and the world around him went dark.

Fluttering his eyes open, he was met with darkness and coldness. His brain was slowly waking up as the only thing he was seeing was his lap as he couldn't raise his head. He felt too weak to lift his head.

Taking shallow breaths, he felt his chest burn with every stretch of his skin.

He felt pain all over his body but couldn't pinpoint where exactly. He was still feeling dizzy as he struggled to move his neck. his muscles were tense and shaking with the strain. His breath comes in short, panting gasps.

When his eyes adjusted to the light, He tried to move his arms and legs but found that he was completely restrained. He realized he was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back and his legs tied with ropes to the chair legs.

His heart began to race as he realized that he was in a dark room with no windows or lights. Examining his surroundings, he realized he was in the basement.

He tried to remember, but everything was blurry. Pushing more made his throbbing head intensities. He remembered coming home, having dinner with you then... then he passed out. He remembered your last words before he fainted, making him panic. his heart started racing as he tried to free himself from his restraints, but to no avail, he was too drained.

Just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, he felt a sudden, hot sensation in his chest making him hiss, feeling the cold air brushing at his bare skin, he shuddered but when he sensed something dripping down his abdomen, he looked down and panic sets in.

He saw four letters carved into his chest and abdomen. Some looked so fresh while some were not with dried blood around them. looking down at his body, he realized that he was bleeding from several cuts and wounds, "oh god, oh god," seeing the pool of blood underneath him, he found no reason for it to not be his blood. He tried to call or scream for help but couldn't because he felt his throat was dry and parched.

Hearing the clacking of heels, he saw your feet clad in your favorite white heels with...red dots staining them appearing before him.

Now that he saw red, he felt nauseous, and finally, the smell around him invaded him. Trying to lift his head and move his limbs, pain shot through his strained muscles again.

Moving his hands, he hissed at the sharp and cold edge of some restrains digging into his wrists. "You're awake? Oh my god, it has been two days! I thought you had already died on me."

Feeling helpless and afraid, he struggled against the binds that held him captive. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't free himself from the chair. "I'm bleeding," he exclaimed, "shit, stop this. I'm bleeding. It hurts. Please. This ain't funny. There's a pool of blood under me," he panicked.

"I know you're bleeding. What do you think I was trying to do?" You tilted your head at him with puzzled expression, sending shivers down his spin.

You didn't just look out of your mind, but you looked as if you just walked out of a horror movie. You were drenched in blood, and your small white dress looked like a canvas with splashes of red.

Your blond hair had red strands framing your face. Your cheek and neck had blood on them as for your hands, Blood was dripping from them.

walking towards him, jaehyun jerked away, but you smiled wickedly before grabbing his neck to make him focus on your face. Looking down at him, you carassd his hair with a smile.

"Do you even know what you did wrong, jaehyunie?" you asked in a soft cadence. Jaehyun knew better than to fall for your faux facad, but the cuts on his neck certainly were fresh, and with every squeez, a wheezy breath left him.

When you got no response but whimpers and hisses, you rolled your eyes before tugging at his hair harshly and jerking his head back, exposing his bleeding neck before digging your nails into the cuts making him scream and trash away.

"I d-don't...please stop. P-please," he panted. planting your knee on his thigh to fix him and him to stop moving, he screamed again, "Stop, it hurts," he started pulling at his hands. "What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it's because you're struggling! Dont move, and you'll be fine."

Feeling wetness under your knee, you looked to see a forming blood stain on his jeans, "I may have stabbed your thighs too.." Pressing your knee more, you enjoyed how his face contorted in pain.

"Scream all you want, love. I soundproofed the walls and everything. Isn't that romantic?" You smiled at him.

"Please stop..why are you doing this?" He panted. Standing up, you grabbed his chair and faced towards the wall behind him.

Seeing the portrait of him kissing another woman, he froze. He felt his blood turn cold. That why she called. So she'd take photos.

"Why would you cheat, jaehyun? Weren't I enough for you?" Feeling his heart sting, he couldn't look at you. "You can't deny or lie. I saw you with my own eyes....what? Did a cat get your tongue? Why so quite? Aren't you going yo cry and beg? I have plans for your tongue..." You trailed your knife along his face, and he started trembling.

"It's a setup! It must be her plan all along. It's a setup, believe me. All this is big misunderstandment!" He cried out, "she was blackmailing me, I swear! Something about me embezzling money, which is not true! Someone is framing me, and I had no choice. Please believe me, I'd never ever cheat on you, I love you!" He sobbed as you pressed the sharp edge of the knife into the carved letters.

Stepping back, seeing him cry made you drop the knife and gently wipe his cheeks, but when you saw the mess you made, you grimaced. You started hyperventilating when you brought your bloody hands in front of your face.

Who's blood is this? Looking at your hand and at jaehyun, you felt your head throb, "what?" You whispered, "What do you mean a setup? I saw you... I saw you kissing. You didn't look forced. You looked happy.." You whispered, you felt pain in your body, you could barely hear what he was saying. You were barely able to hear your own self talking. "Don't cry. You'll make me feel bad for you. I don't want to feel bad for you." You pleaded, voice low and muffled by your palms.

"GODDAMN SHUT UP!" You suddenly screamed, causing jaehyun to flinch, "STOP TALKING! STOP TALKING!" Clutching your hair, you leaned on the wall behind you, "please make them shut up! I don't want to do this, I don't want to do that! Please make them shut up, jaehyun." You fell to ground, sniffling.

Looking at you, jaehyun felt pain in his chest at your sight, "Baby... there's no one but us," he chuckled bitterly, "no one is here."

Hearing thud upstairs, you wiped your face before standing up, "a setup you said?" You asked, and jaehyun weakly nodded, making you throw your head back with a laugh, "Oh, I see, but you're not off the hook, okay handsome face?" You grinned, tapping his lips, and jaehyun gagged at the salty and metallic taste of the blood on her fingers.

"Please don't do anything to upset me. The mess wouldn't be good for either of us. Stay still, and don't be dumb." You called before climbing up the stairs.

Walking into the living room, you saw doyoung placing an unconscious johnny on the couch. Dropping him down, he straightened his back, huffing out a deep breath.

Hearing you walk behind him, he smiled when he felt your arms slipping around his waist. "You finished him, sweety?" He asked, smiling.

Leaning your cheek on his shoulder, you hummed, "Doyoung," he smiled down at you, "why is johnny passed out on the couch?" You asked quietly after spoting blood oozing from the oldest's temple, "I had to do it. He was going to kill me." He exclaimed.

"And how would he do that?" You pressed on with an arch of your brow. You were very cautious and suspicious of him. For the past 2 days, he had visited with gifts and roses and even asked you out on dinner, which you agreed to just to keep him closer to you and keep a close eye on him.

"He was trying to take you away from me! He called me psycho and was going to report me, saying I shouldn't be near you and that you'll never love someone like me," wrapping his hands over yours, he looked down at you, "You're mine. Don't forget that. You promised. Say it," he urged, squeezing your hands, "say what?" You asked and he whined distraught.

"Please, i need to hear you say it. tell me you love me." Feeling your hand glid up and down his back, he eyed hopefully before you stepped back from him, pointing his gun at him.

"What are you doing?" Doyoung asked with his hands on his waist. His face marred with confusion and...pain? "Are you gonna shoot me? After everything I did, you still chose to protect him? Who cheated on you?" He asked in disbelief.

"Did he?" You smirked, cooking the hammer of the gun, finger resting at the trigger. Doyoung eyed you impress, a proud smile resting on his face. "Tell me, Doyoung. Did he really do that, or was it all a plot of your own creation?" You squinted your eyes at him.

"You still don't believe me? After all I did for you? Taking his side after all he did?!" Doyoung yelled, frustrated, "did he tell you he was innocent and he's the victim?" He took a step closer to you, not caring about the gun pointing at his face.

He was bristling with rage. All he could see was red. "No one can force anyone to cheat on someone they love. He's lying to you! You've seen it with your own eyes how he doesn't care about you. He's worthless of a woman like you."

You didn't know what to think, doyoung was right, you saw him cheat, he died look forced or miserable. He looked like a cheater.

He is a cheater. He fooled you. Kill him.

We need to kill someone. Kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!—

Shaking your head to ignore the voices and focus on doyoung, you grab your face in your hand, "And you? You're worthy of me?" He grinned before taking the gun and placing it at his forehead, "don't act as if we're not soulmates, love. Even you know this."

Hearing heavy panting, you glanced over your shoulder to see jaehyun leaning on the wall with pale skin and blood smeared on his skin. You saw how he was struggling to stand still as he had to use the knife clutched in his hand to dig at the wall to aid his movement.

"No," jaehyun mumbled, stumbling on his legs, barely sble to lift his head, "I didn't...he planned it all. I..I always loved you and won't...won't hurt you, he's lying." he groaned, clutching his chest.

He was deliriuming. He didn't know which version of you was real, the one crying for his help or the one pointing a gun at him with raging eyes and murderous expression. Everything was blurry around him. He couldn't recognize the house or anything in it, and he was barely able to pinpoint your features. He felt his heart was going to stop beating any second, but he had to at least try and do something. He still had hope.

Both are lying. Kill both.

"Don't do this. We can fix it. I'll help you heal—"

"—there's nothing wrong with her–hey, there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect the way you are." Doyoung held your face in his hand and made you face him, "you don't change a thing in yourself for anyone." Nodding, you turned to Jaehyun with a smirk on.

"I wanted you to love me while I fix myself." Lifting your arm, jaehyun finally understood. He smiled brokenly as he glid down the wall to the ground. "If killing me would lessen your pain... then fine... do it. I'm content with that."

Seeing your face soften, doyoung grabbed your hand and fired two bullets, and when he lowered your arm, you spotted a lifeless jaehyun leaning on the wall with a hole in his forehead with blood oozing out. He looked so at peace with a smile on his lips. He was at peace.

Looking at his unmoving body, you looked at doyoung with widened eyes. Your breathing became shallow and agitated as you stood there frozen, unable to believe what just had happened. Your hands started trembling, and your knees felt weak as you struggled to compose yourself. You didn't feel regret. You felt nothing. You were startled because of the way he eyed you... before he died. He was telling the truth.

"I'll do whatever it takes if it means we'll be together forever, my love." He confessed, pursing his lips before giving you a sinister smile. Seeing you lower your hand, he took a step towards you, and you subconsciously took a step back.

"You're mine," he whispered near your ear before taking the gun slowly from your limp hand. "He didn't...cheat, didn't he?" You whispered, feeling your cheek dampen, "he was saying the truth, and I..I"

"Don't cry. I can't see you crying. It hurts me so badly seeing you hurt. He deserved what happened to him. He did cheat. I left him with a choice, and he preferred his company and reputation over you. He failed his test, so dont cry. "

Letting him hug you, you dropped your head on his shoulder with closed eyes, "I'm tired." You sighed, "sleep a little. We have a long ride ahead of us." He smiled, caressing your hair, making you more sleepy.

"I don't sleep... not in this state. My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented." You whispered back. "You are afraid of your dreams?"

"Yes," you said quietly. Hearing faint sirens, you pulled your head up, and doyoung was quick to speak, "Don't worry. I have a plan," Moving away from you, you saw him pouring gasoline around the living room, and you took the lighter from him and flicked it on before throwing it to the ground and watching the fire ignite.

Looking behind you, you saw doyoung dragging a body before dropping it near the stairs. It was the girl jaehyun was cheating on you with. Tilting your head, you eyed Johnny on the couch, "Hey, he's my friend, I don't want him to burn to his death." Seeing the way doyoung was glancing between you wnd johnny had you smirking, "my, are you jealous?"

"You think l'm jealous? Trust me, my love, you haven't even seen jealousy." Shrugging, you grabbed his hand and left the house before getting in a car.

"Breaking new: the ceo of Jung business Empire, at age of 26, found dead today at one of the houses of his girlfriend's (Y/L/N) the worldwide-renowned fashion designer who also found dead with him at age of 25. The cause of death is said to be a gas leak. We send our heartfelt condolences to their families." The reporter continued telling the events.

The sun rose a few hours ago on the smoldering ruins of the once-grand mansion, as police and reporters gathered around the charred remains of what had been your home.

Inside the ambulance laid the only survivor, Johnny, who was still unconscious due to the amount of smoke he inhaled with the cop that saved him.

"Is he gonna live?" Jeno asked worryingly, his arm got bandaged, and his wounds and burns already tended while jisung only suffered minor injuries. When the nurse nodded and left, the younger dropped himself next to jeno.

"Why would doyoung suddenly leave..." the younger mumbled still don't understand why their sergeant suddenly took a break from work.

"Let him be. He earned it. Now Jung Jaehyun's case is closed, and there's nothing to be worried about," jeno sighed, cracking his back, letting some satisfied groans.

Getting called by another officer–Kun, jisung rushed towards him, leaving jeno by himself. Tapping his phone nervously, the younger bite on his nails as his mind drifted away.

Feeling johnny steering in his sleep, jeno pocketed his phone before looking around him for any nurse, hearing him call your name, jebo stopped and listened.

"She's... alive...he took her... he kill jaehyun." Johnny mumbled, still under the influence of drugs.

Hearing him, jeno checked his surroundings again before pulling a needle from his pocket and ingesting a liquid into The UV

[maitressonneurs]

A Fairytale

Lady Lesso x fem!reader

A:n : Hello guys ! Here it is my first fanfic about Lady Leonora Lesso (the one and only). Hope y'all enjoy this !

English is'nt my first language, sorry for the errors.

Warnings : none, just slow burn like we all like, no smut for this one xox

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You were teacher at The School for Good and Evil. It's been yet severe years that Rafal had controled the young Sophie and her friend, Agatha, saved the school and it's members. You came right after the incident, applying for the botanic course. The post was already taken yet so the School Master offered you a new role, the art professor. You were a bit confused at first. You suspected the old man for creating this new post to keep you in the school, knowing your talent to discuss with students about their feelings. It does'nt deplease you, quite the opposite actually, you waited impatiently your return among your fellow heroes.  

Before going back to your little village, you get of your way by passing by the Academy. Obviously, you joined The School for Good and Evil, under the supervision of an other professor that Clarisse Dovey, who were a student back then. You had friends, like anyone else. You fell also in love, like anyone else. But you heart was attracted by the famous Cruella De Vil, who did'nt like anything else except the fashion industry and dalmatians. You tried to catch her attention during three years by changing your style and studying the last trends, to talk with her about it when you met her at the canteen.

You understood your love was one-sided when, during the winter ball, she confimed it. After you greased the palm of a teacher by offering him help to clean his office, you were authorised to come in. At first, you were ill at ease to find yourself surrounded by all these different people. Then after a few glassses of punch, your anxiety was gone at the same time as your sobriety. You had fun swirling through the most known Evils on heavy metal. You were laughing heartily at Captain Hook's jokes when a hand layed on your shoulder. You turned over to see the woman of your desires standing behind you, a fist on her hip. She frowned, hiding her beautiful black and white make-up. It smelled like trouble.

-Hi Ella, you giggled seeing the beauty.

-Y/N, we need to talk.

-Sure !

You catched her hand in yours while dragging her behind the curtains.

-Are you drunk ? she realised.

-Yeah, I was so stressed by finding myself here.

-What on earth are you doing ? You are no supposed to be here...

-I wanted to see what's like here !

-To do what ? You have your own ball.

-But you're not invited to mine ! I wanted to tell you something top secret and super embarassing. So there I am !

-What's your secret ? she suddenly was very interested by the conversations. She finded you funny.

-You will never believe me but I'm in love with you ! That's stupid, right ?

-You're... in love with me ?

-Ridiculous, isn't it ?

-Absolutley Y/N ! I hope that's another of your strange jokes. You're an Ever and I'm a Never, that's just impossible. And I also don't share your... feelings.

You sobered up quickly. Your heart missed a beat. An Ever get a knock back by a Never. Old habits die hard.

-Cool... Right, where the only two words you said before disppeared from the ball.

You ran through the hallways, teardrowps running down your cheeks. Your heart was broken in two. You kept going, passing over the rooms. Your steps led you outside. You needed fresh air. You sat nearby the lake in the vast garden. You cried a lot. You only heard your heart-rending sob into the dark night. Through the last tears, you took a moment to observe your surroudings. It was your first time going out during the night, under the moonlight. The white crescent reflected on the dark waters of the lake, enhancing the pretty lilypads flourishing at the surface, offering a shelter for the singing little tee frogs. For you. They sang for you, expressing your sadness. A soft breeze swept the last salty tears away from your cheeks. You closed your eyes while taking a deep breath, enjoying the peacfull environment.

Ten years later, here you are again, sat in the grass, listening to the frogs croaking their heart out under the moon. The wind blew in your hair, not your tears anymore.

After this bad ending, you had deceided to concentrate only in your studies. You began by isolating yourself more often, losing a lot of your old friends, fearing to be hurt again. You could have been the princess in all the tales, who get married with her prince charming. You were made for it. You used to be the kindest with a pretty smile. But it was gone. You became the shadow of yourself, erring in the library, searching for a new book to read. You offsetted your solitude by learning new stuffs. You were the model student by only taking notes and asking questions. No one saw you again in the cafetaria, where you used to be the most. Your friends noticed this radical change. The rumor you get turned down by Cruella went around the school. You knew exactly where it came from. Cruella wasn't the kind of person to keep her adventures for herself.

You were entitled to these disparaging looks from the other Evers, who didn't understand how you could fall in love with a Never. According to some, it was to receive attention. You defended yourself at the beginning, faced with these accusations. Then, as time passed, you let the Evers' remarks pass over you, no longer bothering to even glance at them. The reaction of the Nevers was not very different in a sense. Your locker and the door to your room had been sprayed with degrading insults about you. You found yourself pushed around, cornered in the corridors by groups of Nevers, who were making fun of you. It was all difficult to deal with but you were doing pretty well until you saw Cruella laughing her head off as she threw you a ball of paper. Until then, you sincerely thought that she still considered you as her friend, but your beliefs quickly fell apart when you unfolded the sheet of paper which contained a drunken caricature of you at the Nevers ball grotesquely declaring your attraction to her.

It was only the only class in common with the Nevers, so you thought you would worry less about it, unfortunately, it was even worse. The Professor snatched the drawing from your hands and looked at it for a long time before showing it to the whole class, asking who had drawn this. No one denounced themselves and screams came from every corner. You didn't have the heart to tell off your friend. Even though you were dead inside, you didn't want her to feel the same way you did. Nobody deserves this.

Obviously, the director was made aware of the situation. The educational team tried to put solutions in place. But none really worked. You endured all the sorrows of the world until the end. When you finished your years, two choices were available to you: return to your rotten little village or live a fairy tale.

When you returned, the Grand Master asked you if it was a good idea to come back to this place that had caused you so much suffering. You smiled at him frankly, explaining that it was the past, that there was no one left from that distant era in the establishment and that you had inquired before applying. You also said that you didn't want any more students to suffer the same abuse and that the best way to deal with it was to deal with this type of thing yourself. It was probably this part that appealed to him the most about your application.

-Professor L/N? What are you doing out so late? A student's voice brought you out of your memories, making you turn your head towards him. You knew him well, he was a regular at school time. Even though he was an Ever, that didn't stop him from making a mess wherever he went. Professor Dovey said it was a repressed Never, you argued that it was his way of expressing himself.

-I contemplate the beauty of nature, Arthur. I could ask you the same thing but I know very well that you are going to tell me about it, so please sit here, you patted the grass next to you, inviting him to sit down.

-I don't really know how to talk about it so I went taking a little walk outside, see, and then I saw you all alone so I said to myself: why not talk about it with Professor L/N. She is there for us. And so here I am.

-Come to the point Arthur. You shouldn't be here, it's already well past curfew, so if you don't want to get caught by other teachers, get to the point, you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Normally your work hours ended at the sunset but you couldn't say no to these faces.

-Yeah, sorry ma'am. In fact, I'm… I fell in love and I don't really know how to say it without making a fool of myself, you see?

-How long do you have it on your heart?

-Oh, it must have been, I don’t know, it must have been two months. At first, you see, I thought that I just considered him as a friend then I realized that well, hm no… it's embarrassing to say but like, I imagined him trying to rolling around while caressing me-

-Thank you Arthur, no need to detail so much. Just saying you realized you liked boys is no big deal, you know, it's nature.

-Yeah but… I don't think I like girls… Like, you're very beautiful and everything, I'm not saying the opposite eh, but it just doesn't match, see? And it's weird deep down because I always believed that I would be a prince charming, like my father was. I think I'm a little afraid of that… I'm afraid of not being loved anymore because I like guys. And I can't talk about that with others, I have the impression that they wouldn't understand. I don't know what to do, because I want to tell everyone but also keep it to myself like… I don't know.

-It's normal to ask questions about who we are, about what we will become, to link reality with our dreams. It’s also normal to be afraid. We don't know the people we meet deeply enough to be sure of their reaction, and fortunately you are afraid to talk about it, you are afraid that their outlook will change and since you consider them your friends, it's hard to think that they can leave at any time because of who you are. But if they're really meant for you, they won't let you down, ever. And that’s what’s wonderful about friendship. It’s taking risks to get closer and closer to others, in the hope that they will one day return it. And we are made like that, Ever or Never, magical or not. We are made to be loved and to love in return. So if you feel it, talk about it, it's the best way to have answers.

-You are an old soul, Professor. I've never heard so well spoken of in my life, I swore.

-You make me laugh, Arthur. Now that I have listened to you, will you do the same and go to bed?

-But I still don’t know if I should confess my crush to him!

-The night door advises, young prince, rest, talk to your friends, listen to them but not too much then make your decision, that's all I will tell you this evening. Come on, damn! you gently shook him off with the back of your hand.

-Thank you Professor L/N, you are the best! he stood up, a big smile on his lips.

-Go away, little brat, and don't let me catch you hanging out of your room again at night! you made him a sign and returned to contemplating the spectacle in front of you. You were a short sleeper, not needing many hours of sleep to be in good shape the next day. However, tomorrow was a big day, you were going to take care of the ball with other teachers which will take place in a month. It was a big first for you, you kept bad memories of the last one in which you participated. But you wanted to move on, to someone else, actually. A certain Never redhead had caught your eye from the first day, and you couldn't stop thinking about her since the beginning of this year. You had a good summer vacation, having gone on a trip with other of your colleagues, including Clarisse Dovey, a great friend since you returned to the Academy. You had invited Leonora Lesso to join you but she had claimed important work that could not be postponed. Clarisse explained to you later that Lesso never took part in these kinds of outings, still having difficulty adapting to the Never Ever mixity.

That didn't stop you from sending her postcards every two days to tell her about your days and show her everything she was missing by wanting to lock herself in her office for such beautiful months. She had, of course, never responded to you. You expected no less from her, but you hoped, during these two months, to receive even a simple piece of news, reassuring you that she was still alive. Dovey had noticed your daily trips from the mailbox to the vacation home but also the letters you sent regularly. At first, she didn't care, but seeing that you weren't letting go, she wanted to talk to you about it. You beat around the bush every time she came to discuss it, at the table, or when you were enjoying the sun.

One evening, towards the end of the holidays, a big party was organized in the lodge. You had danced all evening, drinking multiple martinis. When a quieter song played, you went to sit on a chair to catch your breath. Clarisse finally joined you a few moments later, handing you a glass of water, which you swallowed in one gulp.

-Ask me your question, Cla, I promise to finally answer it.

-Are you sure ? You're a little drunk so I don't want you to regret it.

-Yeah, go ahead, otherwise you'll have a heart attack.

-Who are you sending all these letters to?

-To Leonora.

-No way! she made her eyes wide, smiling fully. “La Leonora, our Lesso?”

-Don’t make fun of me, please, you looked at your empty glass, smiling softly.

-It’s not my thing, you know that. So you are…

-In love, yeah, you finished his sentence, biting your lip, cheeks red.

-But it’s great Y/N! she yelled, shaking your shoulders.

-It depends on who, you laughed, shrugging your shoulders. “She still hasn’t responded to me since the start of the vacation so I really think it’s dead.”

-No. You know Lesso. She has too much ego to do anything nice, especially to an Ever. But I think, no, I'm sure it pleases her, even if she doesn't know how to handle so much attention. The last time, it was with Rafal and she was really disappointed…

-She told me about it, not the part where she was disappointed but I understood it well, it's just that, since my misadventure, I don't really know which way to think anymore.

-You must stop overthinking, Y/N, otherwise you will never get through it darling, I assure you, words of Fairy Godmother.

-I believe you, Clarisse, I believe you…

-Stop moping, come dance, it’s my favorite song, she said, pulling your hand.

-You've been saying that since the beginning of the evening!

-Um, probably, but at the same time, the playlist is incredible!

-You did it, you laughed, letting yourself be carried away.

-All the more reason to dance, come on!

The end of the stay went well. Clarisse kept making allusions to Lesso in the presence of the other teachers without revealing your crush for the redhead, luckily for you. When you returned to the Academy, you were so busy preparing your classes for the start of the school year and reading student files, even those you already knew, that you didn't really have the opportunity to talk at length with Lesso . You saw her from time to time, during breaks at the coffee machine, but that was all. She didn't try to come and talk to you either, even if it meant disturbing you during your work, which tugged at your heart, thinking that she would come and chat at least after all the letters sent. Since no discussion had started on her part, you left her alone. It was a cold shower, you who had been making films all summer after your return, you were clearly disappointed by her non-reaction. The flashbacks of your last attempt came back to your mind regularly and your isolation mechanism came back into place. But Dovey didn't see it that way by forcing you to help organize the ball, which you accepted, not reluctantly because you liked taking care of that kind of thing, but rather because you had to see people and that didn't enchant you.

You were working in your office on the next class. You had planned to do some painting outside but it was pouring rain, at least that was what the weather forecast said. So you were thinking about a replacement activity but nothing came to mind. You felt like you lacked inspiration for everything. Nothing made you want to paint or draw. No play seemed interesting to you to learn. The clay did not meet your expectations. And finally, the last writing assignment you asked your students was beyond mediocre and the results made you want to vomit. You had been digging through books for more than two hours now to get even an ounce of idea but nothing. Infinite nothingness.

-Y/N, excuse me for disturbing you but we need to talk about planning the ball.

-Oh, sure, what time is it? you looked up when you heard Emma Anemone. She pulled out a chair and sat down in front of your messy desk, littered with papers, sketches and books of all kinds.

-Learning about beauty, why do you read this kind of thing? she frowned as she grabbed the first book.

-Because I have no idea for my class tomorrow. I'm starting to no longer know where to go.

-But Y/N, tomorrow is Saturday! laughed the Professor. “We don’t have class!”

-Is it Friday? you stopped writing on a post it and raised your head. “But that means we have a prom meeting happening in a week! My god, what time is it?”

-It's six o'clock in the evening. The meeting started an hour ago, that’s why I came to pick you up.

-Oh my, I was so deep in my research that I lost track of time, you stammered, opening a drawer with a folder containing all your notes for organizing the ball.

-You're not the only one, it seems that Leonora caught the same illness as you, mocked Emma.

You nodded then headed towards the room where the meeting was taking place. You apologized flatly and sat down next to your friend before trying to resume the thread of the discussion.

-We were talking about the buffet, Clarisse whispered in your ear.

-Thank you, you smiled at her, placing your hand on her thigh. You had both gotten used to being quite tactile in each other's company.

-What do you think, Y/N? asked Lesso, who hadn't said anything since she arrived at the same time as you. You turned to her, not really understanding why she was asking you the question. You rummaged through your notes before clearing your throat.

-So… I noted that it would be essential to have vegan and anti-allergic meals. Otherwise, tapas are easier to eat. I don't really see what to add, we had already talked about it and everyone agreed, if I remember correctly, you conclude by putting your hand back where it was, having removed it when you spoke.

-I think Y/N said everything, does anyone have anything to add? No ? Well, we can move on to the next item: drinks, the School Master redirected, checking a box on the board behind him.

You listened attentively to the discussions going well. You had the same debate about whether to add alcoholic drinks or not last week. Mechanically and to kill the boredom that was growing deep within you, your fingers made small circles on your friend's leg.

-Y/N? What do you think ? Since you have easy contact with the students, what did they say? Lesso called out to you, tapping the table with his fingertips. She stared at you, waiting for you to respond.

-Um, I haven't really had the chance to talk about it with them. It’s not really what they come to talk to me about, actually. But if you ask me, I think it won't hurt them to drink a little, at least for those who want it. If we ban it, some people will drink it anyway. We all know that if it is prohibited, students will tend to want to go against our rules. So I prefer it to be controlled and than they don't have an alcoholic coma in their corner, you shrugged your shoulders, feeling like you were repeating the same thing for the tenth time in a month. It was driving you crazy.

-I feel like I've heard this speech before, Dovey whispered in your ear. You chuckled and moved closer to her.

-Don't talk to me about it, I'm going to become a doting old woman if this continues, you huffed. She began to laugh softly, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

-If so, you already are, she added. Your mouth turned into a silent O and a fake look of vexation appeared on your face.

-Hmm, excuse me but you are indeed the oldest between the two of us, so I think that the one who will become an old woman is definitely you, you pointed your index finger in her direction then planted it on her chest.

-Call me an old fossil while you're at it.

-I was hesitant to do it but since you offered it so kindly, I'm not going to hold back in this case…, you were about to continue when the Grand Master spoke again.

-The teams are formed, I'm counting on you to have everything ready for next Friday. I thank you for your attention and release you, he finished, spreading his arms.

You watched as everyone stood up and headed towards their pair, not knowing who you were with. You turned to Clarisse to ask her, but she was in deep discussion with Emma. Your eyes scanned the room, to see who was alone. Two gray peepers met your gaze. Shit.

-Y/N, you look extremely lost, are you okay? a Professor asked you.

-No, I don't know who I'm with.

-With Lesso, she was even the one who suggested it.

-Ah, was the only word you could get out. Leonora asked to work with you?

-You don't seem happy to be with me. Would you have preferred the beautiful dove? whispered a warm voice behind you.

-I'm delighted to work with you, Leonora, you replied, turning to her with a big smile. You could kill to make her talk to you like that any longer.

-Good because we have no choice. See you tomorrow morning to start thinking, in my office?

-Perfect, see you tomorrow, you didn't have time to finish your sentence as she was already gone. You exhaled, feeling like you had been in apnea while she was there. God, your heart was beating fast.

Seven thirty-three. This was the fifth time in four minutes that you looked at the clock, feeling like it was moving way too fast. You were used to sleeping in on Saturday mornings, but today was a different day. You were going to spend a long time, you hoped, in the company of Leonora Lesso, the object of your thoughts and that made you more than nervous.

You had run a lavender-scented bubble bath, lilac in color, with rose petals sprinkled on top. Pink and white candles surrounded your bathtub, being the only source of light in the bathroom with the mirror lamp in front of which you spread a brownish clay mask. While waiting for it to dry, you grabbed the note that Clarisse had written to you, found at the foot of your door this morning, when you woke up.

Don't let yourself get carried away by your stress, you will manage it ! I believe in you, tear it all up! - C.

You smirked a little when you read her note, warming your heart. You read it one last time before getting into your hot bath. The feeling of the water on your skin made you sigh with well-being. If it were up to you, you'd take baths every day, but unfortunately, days only lasted twenty-four hours, even in fairy tales, much to your chagrin. You played with a petal that brushed your shoulders, observing the ripples the water made when you moved slightly, making the foam move back and forth, like sea foam responding to the moon. You closed your eyes, taking advantage of the quiet moment to relax. Your hair tickled your neck as you cracked your neck slowly, to an imaginary rhythm. Your hands massaged your sore ankles and calves from the excursion organized in the forest by the Botany Professor, who had asked you to accompany him, which you had kindly accepted. After relieving your aches and pains, you use your sponge to rub your body and scent it with lavender.

Eight seven. You were out of the bath, letting the water run down the drain. With a towel around you, you put on your makeup as usual: a line of liner, lipstick and glitters, it was your guilty pleasure. You stood back and looked at yourself for a moment in front of the mirror. You liked the image you saw of yourself, making you smile with excitement. You looked like a fifteen year old going on her first date, and that idea made you happy.

On your bed, several outfits were lying. You looked over them, wondering which one was the most suitable. Remembering the day's weather, being confirmed by the gray clouds outside that were crying, you put away the two light dresses you had taken out. You now had the choice between a two-piece suit with a turtleneck or loose pants with a floral blouse. You opted for the second option. You didn't really have a reason to wear that outfit, your intuition taking precedence over reason. With your glasses on your nose, you checked yourself in the mirror, adjusting the ribbon in your hair before taking your bag, which you dragged with you everywhere, no matter the time of day.

It was nine o'clock when you knocked at Lesso's office, two coffees in hand. You waited patiently, hearing the heels move closer to where you were. A red head appeared as the door opened. You sent her your best smile as you entered, not waiting for her agreement.

-Hello Nora, how are you? I got you a macchiato, you placed her goblet on her table, which you had decorated with the nickname you gave her followed by a sun. It was a habit you picked up on your days off.

-Hello Y/N, you look in good shape, you who are not used to waking up so early on a Saturday morning… she grabbed the coffee and took a sip, emitting a slight hum of contentment at the taste of her favorite coffee on her tongue. You didn't answer her, knowing full well that it was more of an observation than anything else, taking the opportunity to examine the room. You were starting to know it by heart, from spending time here. But small spots of color drew your gaze towards the back of the office. It was new. You approached it, sipping your latte. You almost choked when you recognized the postcards hanging on the cork board, once decorated with tables and formulas, which was now covered with your postcards. They were arranged by date, all present, alone on this large table. You marked this vision in your memory. A light blush blooms on your cheeks, accompanied by a soft smile. A feeling of relief spread throughout your body.

-I didn't have time to answer you but… thank you, Lesso's voice was heard behind you.

-I hope you didn't feel too oppressed by my cards, you laughed, turning away from the letters. “I was really sad that you couldn’t come with us, you know… I missed you a lot during these two months.”

-They made me feel a little less alone in this huge school, she shrugged, looking out the window. You nodded, enjoying this vision of her, contemplating the beauty of nature, her mind wandering over a whole bunch of thoughts that you wouldn't dare say you knew. This woman was a mystery to you. You could easily guess his emotions but that was all. Unlike Emma or Clarisse, who were open books, she was more difficult to pin down. It was one of the many things you liked about her.

-Do you know what we need to work on?

-You really didn't listen to anything the Grand Master spoke about?

-You know the answer, you smiled, making kitten eyes. “Would you please explain to me, Professor Lesso?”

-Good, she rolled her eyes, holding back a smile. “We must prepare the decoration of the reception room in relation to the chosen theme. Do you remember the theme, at least?”

-It's under the sea, if I remember it correctly.

-Well done Y/N, it seems like you were paying attention to at least something.

-Thank you, it took a lot of effort knowing that another person kept distracting me. Am I forgiven?

She sighed as she sat down behind her desk. You took a seat across from her, on the other side of the table, taking out your things and your notes. You quickly moved all your things to the floor, the desk was really too small to hold everything. Plus, you didn't know how to sit still and think, which made you constantly get up and sit down, driving Leonora crazy with your constant pacing. A picnic on the wooden slats, consisting of prepared sandwiches and coffee, served as lunch when twelve o'clock struck. You've been working on the project for a long time, new ideas blooming in your and your colleague's minds every fifteen minutes. You had difficulty at first setting limits and then, once they were established, things came together naturally.

-So, in your opinion, it would be more interesting to only put the lights in blue, and the rest of the decorative elements in white? It’s true that it’s interesting but-

-Wait, Nora, you have foam, you interrupted her by leaning towards her, both of you sitting on the floor. You wiped away the remaining milk foam that left a little white mustache above her lips. Your thumb gently stroked the top one as you focused on your task. You were close, very close. When you were finished, you looked back up at her eyes, who were staring at your own lips, mouth slightly parted. She was divine like that. If it were up to you, you would stop time forever in this position so you could contemplate it for the rest of your life. A furious desire to kiss her suddenly took hold of you. You cleared your throat then quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you. Your cheeks burned, like his.

-What were you saying, Leonora? you managed to articulate, trying to read what was written on the paper in front of you.

-That your idea of only putting the lights in blue to give the impression of being in the water was a very good idea. We can reuse decorations from previous years.

-That's what I was thinking when I suggested that, you avoided her gaze, your cheeks still red. “And so, do you think we should make one long table or several scattered around the room?”

-I had imagined lots of little circulars around the dance floor, she took out a plan that she had drawn, giving an image of what she had thought of. You leaned forward, to get a better overview of what she was offering.

-It’s a very good idea, but on the other hand, this one is too close to the toilets and this one to the buffet… you thought out loud. Lesso handed you a pencil. Your hands overlapped for a moment, making you shiver. Your gaze plunged into that of the redhead, engulfing you in her gray eyes, making you think of the clouds thundering outside, containing streaks of light that had attracted you since your childhood. Her fingers tenderly caressed your palm.

-Who are you planning to go to the ball with? she whispered, not wanting to disturb what was happening between you.

-I don't have anyone yet… Would you like to come with me? you offered, hearing your pounding in your ears.

-I thought you were never going to ask me, she smiled. You bit your lower lip as you slid towards her lips. Damn, how you would like to make her yours, right now. You placed a hand on her cheek. She leaned into your touch, closing her eyes. You moved even closer to her. Several dull knocks were heard. Someone was knocking on the door. You didn't have time to understand what was happening when Lesso was already opening it, greeting the intruder.

-Hi Lesso, hello Y/N, I came to see where you were in preparing the decorations for the ball, are you progressing well? Anemone entered the room, looking at your sketches and annotations.

-Hello Emma, everything is going well, we just finished the final plan, Leonora grunted. She didn't seem happy with the Professor's unexpected arrival.

-Excellent ! I go around each group to get an idea of the remaining work. I won't bother you anymore, see you Monday! she greeted you after you handed her a folder with the finished work.

-Okay, since we're done, it's time for me to leave, I think, you announced, picking up your bag and your empty coffee cup.

-It's getting late, I understand, replied the redhead, helping you pick up everything, checking that you hadn't forgotten anything.

-It’s been a trying day, hasn’t it? you looked at her, cheeks still pink from the interaction you had just had with her before Professor Anemone interrupted you. Your brain was going a hundred miles an hour. Would you have kissed if she hadn't come? Was Lesso expecting the same thing as you?

-Of course, but I really liked it, she looked away while playing with one of her rings.

-Me too. I too enjoyed working with you, you smiled at her as you walked towards the exit.

-We should do this more often, she added, following you. You didn’t want to leave and the way she was acting made you think the same thing. You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. You watched her walk towards you.

-Do you already have an outfit planned?

-I was planning to wear a sky blue suit, why? she stopped a few centimeters from you. You could smell her vanilla scent.

-To be able to match it with my outfit, if we come together, I have to look perfect next to you, you pushed one of her red locks out of her face.

-Very good idea, she eyed you up and down. “I never told you this but, I really like this floral blouse you are wearing, it’s my favorite.”

You felt your cheeks redden and for a moment, time stopped. She moved her face closer to yours and placed a kiss on the corner of your lips.

-See you soon, Y/N, she closed the door in front of you.

You lay on your bed, feeling more nervous than ever. You replayed the day spent with Leonora over and over in your head. Your heart was beating wildly as you saw your lady approaching you again to kiss the corner of your mouth. This woman was going to have your death, and you were more than happy about it.

The week before the ball passed extremely quickly. The students weren't concentrating at all during class hours and neither were you. You were all chatting together about their clothes, who they invited, the general excitement throughout the school. Some went there as best friends, others hoped to be able to declare their love to their crush. You were part of this second part.

-And you, Professor L/N, who are you going with? Arthur asked, with a smirk.

-Oh yes ! the rest of the class responded in heart.

-With Professor Lesso, sorry Arthur, but the place is already taken, you sent him a wink while the whole class returned to lively discussions, each in their own corner. You moved closer to the boy, close enough that only he could hear you. “So, have you managed to talk about it with your friends?”

-Yes, thank you very much Professor, he gave you a brilliant smile. “Plus, he asked me to be his date to the ball, so I think it’s a good start!”

-Well done champion, you're going to tear it up, you ruffled his hair before trying to regain some calm before the end of the class. “Please, let’s try to do something with the small time we have left. Tomorrow is the big day, I know that only too well, but that doesn’t change the fact that we still have to work a little.”

Grunts of discontent were heard throughout the class, which diminished as soon as you announced a dance class for everyone, which pleased the students. In the corner of the room, a record player waited patiently for you to place a vinyl on it and start playing music.

-Miss Agnès, come and demonstrate with me, please.

-With pleasure Professor, a young lady walked up to you and took up position. You led the dance, making the girl's petticoats flutter around you. His comrades looked at you, amazed.

The end of the course went excellently. After the bell rang, some students remained in class to continue practicing. You had passed from hand to hand to perfect certain positions, but overall, everyone had done well. The sun was setting as the last student left, leaving you alone in the huge classroom, the music still playing. You began to hum the tune while letting yourself be carried away by the haunting music. You raised your hands above your head. You closed your eyes, letting your hand slide down your cheek, lowering it to your neck, tracing your skin. You rocked gently, almost tenderly. At the sound of your classroom door, you opened your eyes, searching for the cause.

-Hello my sweet, are you training one last time for tomorrow? Lesso began, having been unmasked. She stood in the doorway, leaning against it, a smile on her lips.

-Hello my crow, I don't want to disappoint you, above all, you gave her a wink as you approached her. You placed your hands on her hips.

-From what I've seen, I'll be the one who stands out, she admitted, looking into your eyes.

-How about we warm up together before the big day? Maybe you'll get to my ankle, if you're focused enough, you pull her by the waist, biting your bottom lip.

-That’s what we’re going to see, darling.

You stuck your tongue out at her as you went to put another vinyl on the turntable. A much sweeter song than the previous ones was heard in the classroom. You turned towards her, moving your hips in a way too provocative not to understand your little game. You were going to make her waltz, and in every sense of the word. You started dancing wildly, making each other waltz in all directions. You both had red cheeks but enough energy to continue this competition as a duo. It's been a while since the song was finished. It didn't seem to bother you that much, dancing to an imaginary rhythm silently agreed between you and Lesso. She had regained control of the dance. One of her hands was on your lower back, pulling you closer to her. You almost snuggled up to her, still giving her a challenging look with a sly smile. You circled your arms around her neck, making her lean towards you. Everything was calm around you. You didn't realize that your waltz had turned into a very slow slow dance, but incredibly intimate at the same time. She ran her fingers over your cheek, removing the few strands of hair that were obstructing your eyes.

-You are really beautiful… she breathed, pulling you closer to her, if that was possible.

-You're not bad either…

-What does it mean ? If anyone else had said that to her, she probably would have taken it badly. But then, a gentle, teasing smile appeared.

-I don't really know, but I know very well who my type is, you pretended to think before continuing. “Quite tall, a Victorian style that suits them perfectly, eyes gray like the ocean on a stormy evening, a fox face with a bad temper… Yes, that’s what I mean.”

-A bad character ? Leonora looked at you for a moment, a semi-offended look on her face.

-Is that all you learned from what I just said? You are beyond redemption.

-No, but I find it surprising that you end with that… She turned her head away.

-Stop complaining, you're going to prove me right, you laughed softly then placed a light kiss on the corner of her lips, as she had done the previous Saturday. “See you tomorrow, Leonora.”

It’s the big day. Your alarm hadn’t gone off. So you were running around cursing the machine so that your schedule for the day was respected as little as possible. Clarisse had come to your rescue when you knocked on her door around 10 a.m., looking absolutely panicked.

-I swear, Y/N, if you don't calm down, I'm going to have to use strong manners, your friend warned you, sitted at your office table. “You’ll be running around like a headless chicken for three hours soon, you’re making me dizzy! Breathe, you have time, the ball is only tonight.”

-But I still have so many steps to check off my list… I want everything to be really perfect, and for everyone!

-Hey there, very gentle with you, she got up and took you in her arms, which automatically calmed you down. “You’re not the only one who has to deal with everything, trust us. Trust yourself. All right ?"

-Hmm, she raised your face and looked for a sign of disagreement in your eyes, which she did not find.

-Now that you have finally returned to normal, we can continue. Can you help me do my hair?

You turned around in front of the mirror for the fifth time in front of your friend's tired gaze.

-Y/N, I love you from the bottom of my heart and you know it, but for the love of Merlin, I will never accompany you to a ball again.

-Are you sure the dress suits me? I'm afraid of looking like a potato in a canvas bag.

-You are perfect, I'll tell you again, this dress is splendid on you and if you don't manage to catch Lesso tonight, I don't know what to do…

-Do you think she will like my dress? And my hair? Are they well placed behind?

-Okay, I'll let you finish, Emma shouldn't be long. We arranged to meet downstairs.

-Okay, thank you Cla, I love you, by-bye! you greeted her, having half listened to what she had just told you, too busy checking the folds of your petticoat.

A knock on the door made you jump. You looked at the clock which showed six o'clock. It was time. You took a deep breath, powdered your nose then opened the door with a huge smile, hiding your nervousness. In front of you, Leonora dressed in a magnificent three-piece sky blue suit, highlighted by silver jewelry, a bouquet of lavender in her hand was patiently waiting for you. You couldn't help but smile like an idiot when faced with her first date at fourteen.

-It's for me ? you pointed at the bouquet.

-No, it’s for the Grand Master. Of course it's for you, stupid, she handed it to you, a blush on her cheeks.

-They are magnificent, thank you Leonora, you ran to put them in a vase before coming back to her. “You look breathtaking in this ensemble, I really like it.”

-I can say the same thing about you, she leaned forward, a smile on her lips.

You grabbed her arm after placing a kiss on her cheek. You both entered the reception room, arms intertwined.

-We really did a good job with the decorations, you began.

-Absolutely, I think we deserve to relax from now on, she turned to you then invited you to sit down while she went to get a drink.

-Thank you Nora, do you think it’s alcoholic punch?

-You really didn't listen to anything during the meeting?

-Not really… you broke down in front of his mocking look. She toasted with you.

-Unfortunately, your arguments were not unanimous, so it will be fruit juice for everyone this evening!

-Too bad… What can we toast to?

-To the beautiful evening we are going to spend together?

-At this party, you conclude by taking a sip, dragging your gaze across the room. All the students were enjoying it, some on the track, others laughing among themselves. Nevers and Evers were mixed, without exception. You noticed Arthur in the company of another Ever, Snow White's son. He saw you and you waved at him. He responded with a thumbs up, looking absolutely delighted. This vision saw you smile. Agnes, a young princess, came towards you.

-Good evening Professor L/N, I came to thank you for yesterday’s dance class.

-You’re welcome, Miss Agnès, it was an immense pleasure to dance with you.

-Can I go overboard by asking you for this dance? she proposed. You glanced at Lesso who seemed absorbed in the curtains.

-With pleasure, you took her hand in yours, bringing her to the dance floor. After the traditional waltz, a jig began. You participated in it with joy, being your favorite type of dance. You looked around and saw Leonora still in the same place where you had left her. You ran to grab her hand and, without her being able to say anything, she found herself stuck between you and a teacher, hand in hand. You were laughing out loud, like most of the students. At first, she seemed to endure the situation but when the duet game came, a small smile appeared when you stood in front of her. You looked absolutely beautiful, hair flying, cheeks flushed, and a huge smile adorning your face. Everything was beautiful.

-Nora, I need to go outside, will you come with me?

-I'm following you, she let you move forward, before following in your footsteps through the school. All you could hear was the sound of your heels against the tiles and the distant sound of the music. You walked to the lake. You let yourself fall to the ground and Lesso hugged you, more delicately.

-The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? you turned to the redhead, who was looking at you. She looked ethereal in the moonlight. Her hair had been controlled for tonight and tonight only, in a tight bun. She was leaning towards you, her warm breath caressing your nose.

-She is… you leaned over her, sitting on her knees. You placed your hands on her cheeks. You searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort. But you only saw desire and… envy?

"Can I ?"

As her only response, she crushed her lips against yours. You felt yourself leaving, luckily she held you firmly by the hips, keeping you close to her. As you broke away to get some air, you looked into her eyes and read what you wanted to see there. Your lips attacked hers, biting them enough to make her groan. You slid along her jaw, wanting to taste every bit of her. You placed purple kisses on his neck, soothing the pain with licks. When you raised your head, you noticed that you were no longer in the garden, but in Leonora's room. She had teleported you here, so as not to be disturbed by anyone. That was the trigger. You took off her blazer and vest while she returned the favor, at the level of your neck and your décolleté. A moan escaped you, leaving no more doubt about the rest of the night.

You were woken up by the sun tickling your skin. You opened your eyes to see your beautiful redhead sleeping in front of you, one arm resting on your hip.

-Hello darling, you whispered, caressing her cheek.

-Hello, she groaned, opening her eyes with difficulty. In contact with the sun's rays, she went to hide in your chest.

-Slept well ?

-Mh yeah… she placed a kiss above your bare breasts. You chuckled, stroking her back.

-Nora, I…

-Yes ? she raised her head to meet your gaze.

-Do you want to be my girlfriend ?

-We literally just had sex all night, of course I want to be your girlfriend, she pulled you into a kiss, which made you smile.

You finally got it, this fairy tale.

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The harmony of fashion - part 2

Warnings: Smut and therefore 18+ only, first Meetings, fix-It, fluff, smut

Word count: 1.3 K

Pairing: Cruella x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Reader is the lead singer of a local London Rock group, and right in the scene where Cruella and the others are escaping from the police after the parade, Cruella and Reader accidentally bump into each other.

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"I will need all the information that can be obtained from the party" I spoke, while petting Buddy"I want to know about the guests, even who will clean the floors"

"That's a piece of cake," Jasper spoke up.

"Maybe, if we're lucky, someone might help us, from the inside"

"Help us? What do you plan to do?"

“Wait, and you will see”

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The world was a small place, and London, it seemed, much smaller. 

Turns out, the baroness's trusted bartender had to cancel she because of his little tooth extraction surgery, so the witch hired the star bartender of ' The Camden Assembly Pub', who happened to be T/N 

Jasper innocently gave me the address of the place, but, I didn't even read the damn paper, I just had to walk a little further than Regent's Park, and there I could see her.

Now, she wasn't wearing a nice Rockstar outfit , she was just wearing black pants, a black blouse, and a brown apron; her hair was pulled back, and she only had a light layer of makeup on, leaving a few small spots visible to the naked eye. 

She was at the back door of the place, talking and laughing with another boy, while they both smoked a cigarette, until she finished it, threw the butt away, stepped on it, took off her apron and handed it to the boy. With a quick movement, she reached into the room and took out her bag and a coat, put on the garment and let down her hair, letting the black sea cascade down her back, she said goodbye to her friend and began to walk.

I tried to follow her, discreetly and at a great distance, but, we didn't have to walk far, apparently, being a bartender by day and a rock star by night, makes good money, since the woman lived near the famous ' Road ST. John's Wood Ter'. 

The woman was going to open the door of a large building, a group of apartments, so I quickened my pace, until I reached her side, just as she inserted the key into the lock. 

"Will go up?" 

“Yes, please” I tried to make my voice hoarser, so I could sound like a man, but the tickling of the fake mustache just tickled me, making the task more difficult. 

"Come in please" 

She closed the door and got on the old elevator, so, I went up after her, she punched number 5, making us both wait for the elevator to reach the floor. 

“When were you going to tell me it was you?"

 She, still leaning against the wall, turned her head to see me, and gave me a smile. 

"I just wanted to see, how long it took you to find out if it was me" 

“Honey, I identified you from Regent's Park. That mustache is very false to me” she mocked 

Carefully, I plucked my mustache, and passed my hand over the area, to try to alleviate the burning a little, causing her to laugh. 

"Thank God you noticed, I thought I'd have to have this dead rat on my face any longer." 

The elevator reached its destination, and she got out, but she turned to see me 

“Are you coming, or what?” 

I followed her to her apartment. 

It wasn't as big as ours, but she kept it well lit, and very organized, full of plants and paintings. 

"Do you want some tea?" 

"No, really, I'm here for my coat." 

"Oh sure, I have it in my room, wait here" 

She tried to get up, but I grabbed her wrist, causing her to stop. 

“I accompany you” 

We both got up, and walked to her room. 

She took out her coat, she was going to hand it to me, but, just as she was going to take it, she quickly pushed it away. 

"Eh, but don't you think I deserve a reward, for taking such good care of him?" 

“Of course you deserve a reward” 

She tried to hang her coat on the same door of her closet, but, I took it from her hands and with a quick movement, I threw her back to the bed, and with grace, I climbed on her lap 

“You are such a good girl” 

I started kissing her neck, tickling her 

"Wow, I didn't think you were such a talkative woman in sex" 

I made her get up, so we could both take our clothes off until we were in our underwear. 

"You're always too loud" She unhooks her bra and I throw it somewhere in the room. 

"Yes, but I'm very quiet when it comes to sex" it was her turn to take off my bra and throw it away 

"Mm, it will be perfect, you will remain silent, like the perfect submissive that I want you to be, while I praise the good girl that you will be" without finesse, I pulled her panties, and I lay on top of her, putting a nipple in my mouth, making the poor woman hold a small gasp in her mouth 

" Shh , no" I try to move away, but I stayed firm giving a light bite to the nipple, causing her to let out a squeal "my walls are almost paper, the neighbors..." 

Without warning, my right hand went straight to her center and I started playing with her clit, causing Y/N to lose track of the conversation and roll her eyes. 

"The neighbors will have to listen to how you shout my name, over and over again" she tried to suppress her moans, but some escaped her "honey, I barely touched you and you're already soaked. Say it's just for me” Y/N tried to turn her head and bite the pillow, but I grabbed her chin and forced her to look into my eyes “tell me you're soaking wet just for me” 

"I'm soaked for you" she whisper between small and light moans 

"That's my good girl" 

I inserted two fingers into her vagina, causing her back to arch and her mouth to open, just a little. 

"You look so beautiful like this, full" I spoke, my body lowered until my mouth was in front of her vulva, so I carefully gave her a long lick, to savor her "And you taste so good" 

Mixing my fingers in and out of her hole, along with my mouth and tongue sucking and licking her clit, Y/N cums , slowing my movements down to a complete stop and seeing her face, with a light sheen of sweat, flushed cheeks, and slightly irregular breathing 

"How was that?" I got up, kneeling on her 

“It was amazing” Y/N got up a bit, sitting down 

“This is where, you can thank me” 

With a quick movement, she changed our positions and quickly began to caress my clit, through my panties, causing me to gasp. 

"Why give thanks, if I can use my mouth for something better"

She lowered until her mouth connected with my clit, sucking a little.

"Wow, who knew a street rock star couldn't pronounce 'oral sex'" she nibbled lightly on my clit making me yell "Ahhh"

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Y/N was a great caretaker after sex. 

She took care of letting me use her shower, lend me her clothes, and even surprise me by taking me a cup of coffee, delicious French sweet bread and a good talk pending. 

"I don't know you're supposed to be dead?" asks Y/N while giving me a beautiful smile, crossing her legs and bringing her cup closer to her delicious mouth 

"Yes I am" I tried to pout "but it just makes me enjoy my anonymity more" we both drank her fantastic tea "Y/N I have a plan”  

"Of course you do, you're an intelligent woman... And I like intelligent women" Y/N flirted as she placed her hand on my thigh, giving soft and light massages "But..." he approached my ear and whispered " What do I get? 

“A night of luxury, chaos and a possible death” 

"The thing about death doesn't convince me at all" 

"It won't be yours" 

"Good. But I'm still not convinced." She gave my neck a long lick. 

“How about more nights like this?” It was my turn to bite her bare shoulder 

"Well, where do I sign, princess?" 

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[ayoitspatricia]

Imagine your twin sister Cruella asking you to take part in one of her plans :

Cruella : So (Y/n) darling, you in?

Jasper : It’s not like she has a choice is it?

Cruella : Of course she doesn’t have a choice.

Horace : Cut (Y/n) some slack. She’s your sister, i mean she probably doesn’t even want to be involved-

(Y/n) : Duh! Im in.

Jasper : *rolls eyes* I should’ve known.

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MASTERLIST 🦇

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☆ HONGJOONG

The Goat | Hongjoong x fem reader, Mingi x fem reader Outlaw AU

Secret Santa | Fashion designer!Hongjoong x fashion designer!fem reader

Runaway | Pirate!Hongjoong x pirate!fem reader

Polyjuice Potion | Ravenclaw!Hongjoong x Ravenclaw!fem reader Hogwarts AU

A Quest for Love | Half-orc!Hongjoong x Elf!fem reader D&D/fantasy AU

Hades | Hades!Hongjoong x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ SEONGHWA

Scrooge | Grumpy Seonghwa x Christmas enthusiast!fem reader

Nights Like These | Seonghwa x fem reader drabble

Streets of Night City | Seonghwa x fem reader, Yeosang x fem reader Outlaw AU

Captive | Pirate!Seonghwa x fem reader

Stargazing | Hufflepuff!Seonghwa x Gryffindor!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Maleficent | Maleficent!Seonghwa x Princess!fem reader Disney Villains AU

Towards The Light | Sith!Seonghwa x Jedi!fem reader Star Wars AU

☆ YUNHO

Snowman | Snowman!Yunho x fem reader

Pillaged | Pirate!Yunho x barkeep!fem reader

Outlaw Customs | Yunho x fem reader, Jongho x fem reader Outlaw AU

Home for the Holidays | Hufflepuff!Yunho x Hufflepuff!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Captain Hook | Captain Hook!Yunho x fem!reader Disney Villains AU

Second Chances | Best friend!Yunho x fem reader [NEW]

☆ YEOSANG

A Christmas Wish | Cheer elf!Yeosang x fem reader

Streets of Night City | Seonghwa x fem reader, Yeosang x fem reader Outlaw AU

My Treasure | Pirate!Yeosang x Princess!fem reader

Trading Cards & Chocolate Frogs | Ravenclaw!Yeosang x Ravenclaw!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Evil Queen | Evil Queen!Yeosang x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ SAN

Playtime | Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader FNAF AU

Mall Elf | Mall employee!San x mall elf!fem reader

My Gem | Pirate!San x pirate!fem reader

The Boxing Ring | San x fem reader, Wooyoung x fem reader Outlaw AU

Quidditch Championship | Slytherin!San x Slytherin!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Cruella de Vil | Cruella!San x boutique owner!fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ MINGI

The Goat | Hongjoong x fem reader, Mingi x fem reader Outlaw AU

Elf in Training | Elf!Mingi x elf!fem reader

Beached | Pirate!Mingi x Siren!fem reader

Niffler Nabbing | Slytherin!Mingi x Hufflepuff!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Dr. Facilier | Dr. Facilier!Mingi x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ WOOYOUNG

Playtime | Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader FNAF AU

The Boxing Ring | San x fem reader, Wooyoung x fem reader Outlaw AU

Rosy | Elf!Wooyoung x Elf!fem reader

The Hourglass | Pirate!Guerilla!Wooyoung x fem reader

Forbidden Forest | Slytherin!Wooyoung x Gryffindor!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Hyena | Hyena hybrid!Wooyoung x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ JONGHO

Grinch AU | Grinch!Jongho x Martha May Whovier!fem reader

Outlaw Customs | Yunho x fem reader, Jongho x fem reader Outlaw AU

Stowaway | Pirate!Jongho x stowaway!fem reader

Opposites Attract | Gryffindor!Jongho x Slytherin!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Gaston | Gaston!Jongho x librarian!fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ OT8

Living with 8 Vampires | Vampire!ATEEZ x fem reader

⤷ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [this series is my baby and I want it to be perfect so I take my time writing each part. Part 2 literally took me over a year to finish oof. Hopefully the next parts don’t take that long but regardless, pls be patient with me]

When You’re On Your Period | ATEEZ x fem reader

☆ JUNGKOOK

Through Thick and Thin | Vampire!Jungkook x human!fem reader

☆ JIMIN

Change of Heart | Vampire!Jimin x human!fem reader

☆ YOONGI

Flowers In Your Hair | Yoongi x fem reader drabble

Not So Bad | Vampire!Yoongi x human!fem reader

☆ TAEHYUNG

Lost Control | Vampire!Taehyung x human!fem reader

☆ NAMJOON

Blood Bags | Vampire!Namjoon x human!fem reader

☆ HOSEOK

Different | Vampire!Hoseok x Vampire Hunter!fem reader

☆ JIN

The Invite | Vampire!Jin x human!fem reader

☆ OT7

Alice in Wonderland AU | BTS x fem reader

⤷ Intro | Part 1: Jungkook | Part 2: Jimin | Part 3: Yoongi | Part 4: Taehyung | Part 5: Namjoon | Park 6: Hoseok | Part 7: Jin | Finale separate endings linked in the finale

☆ CHAN

Houseguest | Vampire!Chan & Vampire!Hyunjin x fem reader

Cherry Chapstick | Chan x fem reader drabble

Full Moon | Werewolf!Chan x Vampire!fem reader

☆ CHANGBIN

Pool Hall | Changbin x fem reader

Irresistible | Changbin x fem reader drabble

Fuzzy Socks | Changbin x fem reader drabble

Late Night Ramen | Changbin x fem reader drabble

☆ HYUNJIN

Houseguest | Vampire!Chan & Vampire!Hyunjin x fem reader

My Muse | Hyunjin x fem reader drabble

Bound To You | Shinigami!Hyunjin x human!fem reader Death Note AU

☆ JISUNG

Stupid Cupid | Cupid!Jisung x fem reader

☆ GUNIL

Drum Lessons | Gunil x fem reader

☆ JOOYEON

Practice Room Kisses | Jooyeon x fem reader drabble

Updated: 11/13/2024 [NEW: Yunho - Second Chances]

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[usimp4women]

Love Potion.

Pairing; Lady Lesso (Dean of The School for Evil) X Reader

WordCount; 992 words, 5598 characters.

Warnings (18+); Mommy kink, Smut, Adult content, Thigh grinding, Fingering…

Summary; The Dean unknowingly drank from a cup that contained a ‘minimal’ amount of love potion.

Note; Enjoy it while you can. Credits to @slashingdisneypasta for allowing me to do this, this work is inspired by her Cruella De Vil X Fem! Reader || Smutshot, you should really go see her blog! :D

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Her soft groans were the most addictive noise you’ve ever heard throughout your entire life.

The way her fingers clutches onto your collar fiercely as she grinds against your thigh to create friction, how her eyebrows furrow and her mouth opens widely while rolling her eyes to the back of her head drives you insanely crazy.

Now you may be wondering how you've got yourself situated at this moment.

It was supposed to be a mistake, that elixir was intended to make Tedros fall in love with you but the redhead involuntarily drank the cup instead. But perhaps.. maybe you and Tedros are just not meant to be.

Perhaps you belong to her, and she belongs to you.

Designated to be together.

"Reader... O-oh my god..!" Lesso whimpers out in exasperation, goodness she was so mesmerizing.

"I want you, I need all of you." She rests her head upon your shoulder and tilts her head while closing her eyes, soaking in your aroma and burying her face in your soft locks.

"Don't worry, mistress. Allow me to handle it."

You began to take hold of her midsection and arose to your feet to proceed towards her bedroom.

Gently placing the woman’s body on the bed, you swiftly set in motion to remove her cloak and her outfit. You were now simply confronted with her wet, drenched undergarments; that were soaking the sheets beneath her form.

My god, you bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from grinning too broadly as you approach her near core.

"Don't leave me hanging, baby. Why don't you remind me how much you desire me?" She glances down longingly into your gaze, which is fixated on her drip.

You nod whilst slowly gathering the courage to extend your arms in order to grasp her undies and pull them off.

"Mhm..." Humming while your hands trembled and eagerly reached for her plain black undergarments; the sight made your lips start to moisten.

But this approach is, apparently, not good enough though. Lesso abruptly stops your fingers before you could lower them down, which suddenly surprises you. "Where are your manners?"

"Anything for you, mommy." You respond with a grimace of assurance.

She merely bestows a hum to signify her approval. "Hmmm..." Then, with your lips only a few inches away, she unexpectedly latches her fingers upon your neck and jerks you close near her face, her eyes flashing. "Well then, get moving."

"Yes, ma'am." You quip as she shoves your head between her thighs.

You begin to lean down to taste the fabric of her underwear, lifting your thumb to gently trace it into the cotton of her underwear while you followed the outline of her pussy which you could feel. She sighs and settles back on the cushions, feeling content at this point.

You toss her underwear to the side as you reach around her hips and roll it away from her. As you pull one knee up over your shoulder and shift the other one further away, your lips initially made contact with the side of her knee.

You can't take your eyes off of Lesso's flawless cunt. You then proceed to kiss her leg up to her knee.

Then, as your heart began to race within your chest from excitement, you enthusiastically brought your thumbs up and parted her folds with it, allowing yourself to evaluate what a gorgeous mess she already is.

You ultimately do so by inching in. You moan as you lick a deep, adventurous strip across her pussy lips, feeling pleased when her hips flex and her heel nails into your back, subtly urging you to go closer and take action.

You don't want to let her down, after all.

You are compelled to let go of her folds in favor of reaching around to embrace her close to your face as you relish your feast while you proceed to lick her steadily, growing quicker and faster as her ass starts to raise towards your face. With your mouth on her and your tongue eating her in the most filthy manner imaginable, you must appear to be starving.

However, you don't really start messing around until you totally encircle her cunt with your lips. Your spit and her moisture are smearing across your face as you start to suck her and thrust your tongue—a difficult but oh-so-pleasant task for you both.

You're slurping her up and pounding her with your skillful tongue as you emit lewd noises;

you certainly know how to fuck Lady Lesso.

As you rub your lips against her flower, she grinds herself into your pretty mouth. Muscular fingers ultimately sink into your scalp, and your locks coil around it. “… I… hope you are aware that I… expect you to devour your meal, darling… every last bit… “

She tightens her clasp on your hair in response to you beginning to tongue further and ingesting as much of her as you can before the main course.

She arrives sloppy when she is eventually sucked till she orgasms. You continue moving forward while the gooey substance seeps out of her like a tribute to you. Your tongue glides over her like dessert.

You don't cease until she has finished coming. After wiping the substance from your cheeks with your thumb and licking it off, you slump backward.

She observes this with a seductive grin; Despite being exhausted after coming so violently, she was still attractive, sporting short, thick wisps of hair that had fallen over her face and crimson lipstick on her teeth from biting her bottom lip while you sucked in her. She curls a finger at you and beckons you to come.

You obliged, crawling up onto her captivating body.

The Dean unpredictably alters your position, allowing her to tower over you and take control. “I just want you to know… that the love potion you poured inside that drink has nothing to do with this.”

[mackeydoodledoo]

The "I" in Imbecile

Pairing: Cruella de Vil x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've been apart of Jasper, Horace and Estella's band of miscreants all your life. You didn't expect yourself to develop a crush on Estella herself. When Estella brings out her "Cruella" Persona more than the boys would have liked, you on the other hand, feel the opposite. Regardless of Cruella's harsh comments, and supposed disregard for your safety.

Warnings: Angst, Harsh Comments (It's Cruella de Vil, c'mon...), Slight disregard for Safety, Abuse/Blood, False Imprisonment, Gets Fluffy in the end

A/N: Have fun :)

“Bad Romance” - Halestorm [Cover] (Original Bad Romance by Lady Gaga)

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It was all fun and games... Until Estella figured out that her mother was killed by the Baroness. You were sitting around the small table in your hideout, sitting between Jasper and Horace.

"I think we should lay low after what happened last night," Jasper suggests

"You're telling me..." Horace sighs, taking a spoonful of his cereal, "I fell into a cake..."

"I had to drag her stunned arse away from the Baroness," you sigh, "I almost blew our cover though..."

You turn your head as soon as you heard a door open and heels come walking into the kitchen.

"Morning," Estella announces her presence to the three of you

"Morning," Jasper replies

With one flick from her cane, the contents of Horace's breakfast was now on the floor. You hold your lucky mug close to you as you watched it happen. Cruella slaps the newspaper in front of you while both of her arms are on either side of your shoulders. You sit there, wide-eyed. You stare directly up to her and by chance she looks directly down at you. She smiles down at you as you just stare up at her. She looks back over to the newspaper.

"So, let's begin," she says, walking around the table

"You're not gonna kill her are you?" Jasper asks

"That’s not apart of the original plan but we must be adaptable," She says, "Now. Back to the necklace.."

She slaps her cane onto the table, making Horace and Jasper jump. You sit there and watch, sipping from your mug.

"One of the Dalmatians ate it," Cruella explains, "Not sure which one so you'll need to kidnap all of them."

"Wait wait, you want us to-" Jasper tries to question her

"Darling, if I'm going have to repeat myself a lot this isn't going to work out," she says, "It went through one end yes? So it's going to go out the other. That's how it works."

“Where are you going?” You ask her as she begins walking to the elevator

“Need to know basis,” She only says

You try to reason with her but you could easily hear her sigh as she elevator rides down.

“Well that was rude,” Horace says

“Girl just found out who killed her mum,” You sigh, sipping more of your coffee, “Better cut her some slack, let’s help her out.”

“We’ve got the dogs,” Jasper says, “Hold down the fort for us. But, if you could, clean up the mess.”

“You got it,” You say, “You sure though?”

Jasper nods as he motions for Horace to get themselves ready for the job as you were beginning to clean up the mess Cruella made. 

“I’ll get something for you Horace,” You say, “Hang in there...”

Long after you finished cleaning the glass and mess, you hear the elevator open.

“I thought you were out with the boys,” Cruella says

“Jasper said for me to hold down the fort while they would go get the dogs,” You explain

“Fair enough,” Cruella sighs annoyingly, “Y/n, Artie. Artie, Y/n.”

She always calls me darling... Why my first name all of a sudden?... Oh well, maybe to get friendly with each other..

You tilt your head at Artie, gesturing a ‘hello’ without actually saying anything. 

“We’ll be great friends,” He smiles

“Looking forward to it,” You smile nervously

You weren’t really the best when it came to meeting new people. However, for Cruella, you’ll just have to suck it up.

“Go clean up the lower space for Artie would you darling?” Cruella asks

Compared to earlier and now, her tone was a lot calmer than normal.

“Yes ma’am,” You say

Artie follows you down the stairs as you begin taking out the many tables to begin setting up for him.

“I can help you if-if you want,” Artie suggests

“No no, I got it,” You grunt, setting out the final table, “But, I wouldn’t want to be touching any of your things so... This is as much as I’ve got going for you.”

“Fine by me,” He smiles, putting his bag on one of the tables

You walk back up the stairs and see Cruella pacing around the floor. You make your way toward her, hoping to not startle her.

"You okay?" You ask her, as calmly as possible

"The Baroness killed my mother, the necklace my mother gave me is in the belly of one of her... Wretched Dalmatians..." Cruella sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, "How do you think I'm doing?!..."

She turns her back to you, sighing in frustration. Not knowing what else to say, you engulf her in a hug, your arms wrapped around her midsection.

"I know... I know you’re not doing well but- I just want you to be alright," you say, “What you said earlier... That was-”

She forces herself from your embrace and turns to look at you; giving you the cold eye.

"Clearly you're not helping," she says, her voice veering away from the calm demeanor, "If you want to help me feel better we get that necklace. Got it?!"

No words came out of your mouth; only a nod. You watch her brush past you and walk away. 

She’s upset... The Baroness killed her mother. She’s in pain. 

You continuously told yourself those sentences as you stand there in the middle of the entire floor. 

By the time Jasper and Horace bring back the dogs, it was a living nightmare. Well, you found yourself to be more of a dog person. You, Jasper and Horace took one dog. You were having a seemingly easier time with the one you were trying to persuade to go to the bathroom in hopes to get the necklace back.

“You actually got them.” Cruella says, sounding impressed

“They’re an absolute menace!” Jasper states

“Well, you have to walk them, feed them..” Cruella explains, "Get that necklace out."

“Well can’t you walk them as well?” Horace asks, “There is no ‘I’ in team..”

“There’s an ‘I’ in Imbecile. Go,” Cruella harshly comments

“Whoa whoa hey, no you can’t talk to us like that we’re trying to help you here,” Jasper says

“So don’t,” Cruella says

It became an awkward silence... You didn’t know what to say at that point. You were going to try and diffuse the situation. But, you didn’t know how to. 

“Well, I don’t have time anyway, I have to go to work. I’m a designer now,” Cruella states

“Are you serious?” Jasper asks

“Keep your enemies close,” She replies, smiling, “Voila, Cruella was kept in a box a long time. Now Estella gets to make the guest appearances.”

You hear her wickedly laugh. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks. 

“The heck you blushing for. That was uncalled for,” Jasper notices your blush

You snap out of your trance and shrug it off, “Best if we just continue what were doing. It’s better than one of us taking care of all three of the dogs..”

“That’s a fair point,” Horace states

“Alright puppy,” You gently pet the dogs head, “Why don’t we take a walk yeah?” 

The dog wags its tail as you walk towards the elevator doors.

“What?” Horace asks

“How?” Jasper asks

“Gain their trust,” You say, “That’s all there really is to it...”

You head down to the alley to walk the dog.

Over the course of a few weeks, The sweet Estella was slowly dissipating from your memory as she brought out her Cruella persona more often. Jasper and Horace were beginning to get annoyed. But you... You found yourself attracted to the Fashion Icon.

“Progress?” Cruella calls, coming out of the elevator

“Not me...” You state, sighing, “But, dogs are becoming more obedient. So, that’s also a start.”

You watch Cruella strut off to wherever she was going. You found yourself feeling attracted to Cruella over Estella. You didn’t really care if she had made any harsh comments toward you or the boys. You also continued to make the excuse to yourself that Cruella is still in pain from finding out who killed her mother. You knew it wasn’t healthy of yourself to think that but, you couldn’t help it. It was practically true anyway.

“You got that Y/n?” Jasper asks

You snapped out of your daze and thoughts. You turn to Jasper and blink at him...

“What?” You ask

Jasper sighs, slightly frustrated.

“Night, get some sleep. Big day tomorrow,” Artie calls from the floor below, “Play nice...”

“Night,” You call out to him

You walk over to Cruella’s work space and place a cup of coffee down at the corner of her table; you seat yourself in a nearby chair.

“Yes darling?” Cruella asks, calmly not even making eye contact with you; hey eyes glued to her sketchbook

That’s the first time in weeks she’s sounded calm. Even if it’s towards me..

“I know you’re going through a lot right now,” You start, “But, we’ve all went through it. Me, Horace, Jasper... But, we’ve always been there for each other...”

“That’s all I’m asking, is that so hard to ask for?” Cruella asks

“No, not me at least,” You state, “But, think about it.... Did you even thank Jasper and Horace for their hard work? I’m not even trying to mention myself right now. Either if you’re Cruella or Estella... I’d follow you.”

Cruella looks up from her sketchbook to look at you; a clear but faint blush swipes across her cheeks.

“The point I’m trying to make is...” You jump ahead, “You should thank them... I mean, they were the ones that actually got the dogs... I’m just doing my fill... Whether it’s from you or them...”

“I don’t have time,” Cruella says, coldly, her eyes veering back onto her sketchbook, “I have to get things done.”

“It’s... Just a thought,” You say, calmly, standing from the chair, “They would appreciate it if you did thank them... Goodnight milady. Best you get some shuteye yourself.”

You walk over to a nook; sitting against a window. There wasn’t a lot of legroom however, you were able to fit just enough.

I think... She’s beginning to go mad... I don’t blame her... But... I just hope she’ll come to her senses soon.

You helped Horace set up all of the sound equipment you had managed to make enough dough to rent for the event. You were more comfortable working behind the scenes so you stuck with Horace and the dogs. 

“Ladies and gentleman... I present to you...” Horace announces over a microphone, “Cruella!”

You’ve been to a rock festival before, but nothing matched this one. Smaller but hyped crowd, punk rock, punk rock style outfits... 

I would like to make more of these shows often...

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you look up and see Cruella; striding down the runway. 

My my...

You knew she had the best designing capabilities. But this outfit specifically, you immediately liked that outfit over all of the other ones she’s done.

If you were going to be honest, you wanted to be out there. But what could you do? Artie was on vocals, Jasper was on guitar and you couldn’t possibly be a model in one of Cruella’s outfits.

Better off back here I guess...

However, you look up from the sound board; Cruella came up right next to you, taking you by the hand.

“Come with me darling...” She says

She drags you onto the stage; the crowd cheering as Cruella brings another guest into the show. She tosses her hand that was still holding onto yours over your head, giving you a twirl. You see a flash of light, making you look out to the crowd. 

Blimey I’m not one for being up here... This was a bad idea...

“Eyes on me,” Cruella whispers in your ear, “Only on me.”

You take a deep breath and the both of you begin dancing long the runway. It would take you more than just a single show for you to get used to being on stage. But it was a start. 

“You’re a natural darling,” Cruella smiles

“Because I’ve got my eyes on you,” You smile back

However, your close moment with Cruella was short lived when the sirens had begun blaring. Knowing you would be responsible for the sound equipment, you bolt it back to where Horace was and quickly help him take down the soundboard. Not caring about wanting to have a moment with Cruella once again.

“Nice of her to thank her for all our hard work,” Horace begins bad mouthing Cruella, “What happened to that little girl crying on the park bench?”

“She’s gone mate,” Jasper says, angrily, “We should have left her on that park bench.”

You stay quiet the entire walk back. 

They’re upset is all...

You walk up the stairs to Artie’s floor. You shush Jasper and Horace as you hear other footsteps on the floor above you.

“Stay quiet,” You whisper to the two boys, “As soon as you hear another voice, go.”

“What about you?” Horace asks, whispering the best he could

“Would you rather have the three of us up there?” You ask

He shakes his head.

“That’s what I thought.” You say, turning to the staircase

You walk up the stairs like normal, hoping to look as calm as possible. However, as soon as you got to the top of the stairs; your eyes widen.

"Tell me child... Where are the other two?" The Baroness asks you, coming into the light

"Not here," You say, clearly lying

You were the best liar. 

Don’t let her see you break...

But, you felt your heart beating in your ears. But you had hoped the Baroness didn’t dee through your lie.

"Hmmm..." the Baroness observes you, "Guess you'll have to do."

Jasper and Horace listen in fear as they hear you grunt and cry out as you are facing the unthinkable.

"We've got to get out of here," Jasper whispers to Horace

So they do. They felt horrible for leaving you behind. But, you had given them that chance to escape. 

They’ll come back for me... I’m sure...

Truth was; you weren’t 100% sure about it. Whatever the case, you wanted them safe.

Cruella sings to herself as the elevator dings to the living quarters. She turns on the lights, however her happy smile dropped as she sees you in a chair; your hands bound and with a bruised cheekbone. Cruella watches as The Baroness' guard comes into light.

"Cruella," The Baroness announces, "Or should I say... Estella."

"Oh..." Cruella, tries to sound as innocent as Estella as possible, "Am I late for work?.. Gee whiz boss how was the show?"

The Baroness doesn't make an expression change. So Cruella's drops. When she looks at you, her expression falls to sadness.

"This is between us..." Cruella says, her voice beginning to falter, "You can do whatever you want with me. Just let her go."

"N-no Cruella don't make them! I'll be-" You try to protest

You try to tell her otherwise. If it weren't for a fist coming to contact with the other side of your cheek. Cruella winces as she hears you cough. The impact was enough for you to cough out blood. You hear the decent amount of blood splatter to the floor. You look up and make eye contact with Cruella, tears well forming into her eyes.

"You're an Imbecile you know that?!" Cruella asks you, with slight anger and regret

The tears were streaming down her face now. Tears formed in yours as you watched the confident Cruella begin to falter... Because of you.

Cruella...

"Well... There is an 'I' in Imbecile," you chuckle lowly, "Isn’t there?”

“Y-yes but- that’s besides the point right now!” Cruella continues to berate you for getting yourself into that situation

"George... I told you not to give her a hard time," The Baroness sighs, "We can't have her look like she was a victim."

"Anyone but her..." Cruella's confident tone continues to falter, "Let her go.. I beg of you.."

"Oh. You're not the begging type. But, I will let her go... Into prison," the Baroness says, mocking Cruella's plea to let you go, "She'll be framed.. For your murder."

Your eyes widen.

I... I could never...

"No!" Cruella yells

She tries to run over to you however, two guards hold her where she stood. You try to get up from the chair however; a firm hand grips at your shoulder. You watch her struggle in their grasp.

"Let her go! She doesn't have anything to do with what's between the both of us!" Cruella continues yelling, “You have me! Now let her go!”

"Oh but she's in kahoots with you deary," Baroness says, "I also need someone to blame for your murder."

You're lifted onto your feet and you try to immediately break free. However, George's grasp on you didn't subside in the slightest.

"Cruella!" You plead as you begin watching her get tied to the same chair

Your nose is met with the stench of gasoline. You struggle even further as you're beginning to get snagged down the stairs.

"N-no! Let me go!!" You scream, "CRUELLA!!!!!"

"I'll find a way out of this darling," Cruella smiles at you, "I'll find you. I swear to you love!"

As soon as you made your exit with George, you longed ceased to struggle as you had no chance of escaping. From the police car, you could see the only home you’ve known all your life go up in flames. You silently cry to yourself; believing that Cruella wasn’t able to make it out as you watched her get tied to a chair.

You sit in the cell; the taste of iron still lingering in your mouth as they didn't even have the decency to let you rinse out your mouth.

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying. You were overhearing the radio about how Cruella died in a warehouse fire. 

I’ll get that witch...

"I... Didn't even tell her how I felt," You mumble to yourself, "I hope Jasper and Horace are safe though..."

You think about how her confident nature was faltering the more she saw you in that chair: getting beaten to a pulp.

“You have me! Now let her go!”

“This is between us. You can do whatever you want with me just let her go.”

“She has nothing to do with whatever’s between you and me! You have me so let her go!”

“I’ll find a way out of this darling! I’ll find you! I swear to you love!”

Perhaps... Cruella... Likes...

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you hear a crash from over yonder. You get up from the makeshift bed and walk over to the door. You look down and see Buddy and Wink.

"The both of you are still alive!!" You cheer

Wink passes you the cell keys as buddy hands you a uniform to sneak out in. With haste, you unlock your door and as subtly as possible: you put on the uniform as you walk out of the station. Fortunately, you got out undetected. You shrug off the uniform as you had gotten far enough from the station. Wink and Buddy next to you.

"I told you I'd find a way out of that fire and find you," a familiar voice calls out to you, “I swore that to you remember?”

You stop in your tracks.

It... Can't be...

You slowly turn to face the direction of where the voice came from.

"Cru-Cruella?..." you call back

"Miss me darling?" She smiles

"Cruella!!" You scream, breaking into a run

Cruella breaks into a run after you as well. The both of you nearly knock each other over as the both of you embrace each other, tightly.

"Are you alright?" She asks, holding your face with one of her hands

You lean into her touch as you begin crying again.

"I am now," you smile

Cruella’s eyes shift down for a split second before leaning close; closing the gap between your faces. You let out a slight gasp. But, you don’t push her or pull yourself away.

“Sorry... My mouth still tastes like Iron...” You joke

Cruella smiles, but soon drops.

“I’m so sorry,” Cruella says, a sniffle coming out of her

Her forehead remains on yours.

“What on earth for?” You ask

“Getting you into that mess,” She says

“I knew you’d get me out though,” You say, cradling her face into your hands, “Besides, it was either Jasper and Horace or me... Or all three of us for that matter..”

“Should have been those imbeciles,” Cruella growls

“Hey hey,” You coo, calming her, “We’re together now... I’m here... Everything’s fine now..”

“Not entirely... Not yet at least,” Cruella says, but a smile creeps along her face

Turns out Jasper and Horace were found by John. John had rescued Cruella in the fire. Cruella never left your side as you were still adjusting to everything she had explained to you.

“Well, that makes a lot of sense,” You sigh

“But, my question is...” Cruella starts, “Even through all of the harsh comments I've made... You... Never stopped helping me?..."

"If I’m going to be honest... Its very difficult for me to say no to you," you say, "It was also because I know deep down that you were in pain. Even if my words didn't help at all and my actions did, regardless of my own safety... As long as it made you smile."

"But, at the same time, every time I saw you risk your life to make me smile... It terrified me..." She confesses, "I didn't want you to make that risky move with the Baroness..."

“It was to protect Horace and Jasper,” You simply say 

"I don't know how well they'd forgive me after... After tonight..." Cruella sighs

"Well," You say, "Never too late to apologize to them. If they really do love you, they’d forgive you. Like I did."