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how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever

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I've decided, there will be triple custody.

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... Finally breaking and asking Dion if you're nothing more than a pet...

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how it feels when one of your hyperfixations comes back and stronger than ever

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I can’t have one day of peace without thinking about this man.

Spending your birthday with Dion but he only gets one gift, which really is just a gift for himself. It’s a small pendant, a beautiful delicate gem that compliments your features—whether one that looks like your eyes, or a colour that suits you so well it might just be yours. He’s the one to attach it around your neck, kissing the delicate skin before he secures it.

Why is it a gift for himself? Well, it’s imbued with magic—your location accessible to him at all times. Another reason? Only he’s able to remove it. Each evening his fingers the ones to unclasp it. A ritual he’s elated to participate in. You much less so. If he’s gone on a mission, you have to sleep with it, a reminder of the imprisonment of being his.

Really, it’s a cuff—just the beautiful kind. The kind that makes those ignorant to your situation maybe even envious. While, you’re left to be in a constant state of paranoia.

…. This is so delicious. Oh my God, the absolute disappointment and horror and dread you would feel as soon as he informs you of its purpose…

Yan! Dion Agriche x fem! Reader

Warnings: possessive and obsessive behavior, toxic and arranged marriage, stalking in a sense, physical violence (a slap), biting

COULD be interpenetrated as a 'what if' scenario for HIRATFLSIL. Or just another random arranged marriage au, up to you. MIGHT add more at a later time, I have so many thoughts about this and they're all self indulgent.

I genuinely think this is like, a breaking point for the Reader... especially if it's on her birthday of all days...

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It starts off as a peaceful day… well, as peaceful as it can get with the Agriche family. With him. You've received a few gifts from the others, as well - Grizelda, Roxana, Jeremy and Maria. Well, Maria and Sierra, your mother-in-law(s) agreeing that a dress and jewelry set was most appropriate - it brought out your skin complexation, the hue of your eyes and the shade of your hair.

Delicate lace on the bodice, made from the finest of fabric, soft to the touch. Earrings that shined, they rival the pendant your husband forced on gave you. He doesn't like how often you choose to wear their gift, but that's a story for another day.

Just imagining his gift being the last you received for the day - after everyone else had retired for the night. He's not delusional - he knows that once you find out what that pendant is actually for - who it's a gift for, in actuality - you will be (rightfully) upset. Pissed, even.

Like you said, it's a cuff disguised as a gift. While it's true that just by giving it you will further be mark as his, Dion's always been greedy.

Obsessive. Possessive.

Paranoid. Something he will never admit, but it's ingrained into him. Because of you. But, again, he will never admit he feels paranoia, but really, his actions speak louder than words. Especially once you hear from his own lips the intended purpose of his 'gift.'

It starts off innocent, really - too innocent. Too gentle with the way he sits you down on your vanity chair, staring at your reflection as Dion makes eye contract through the mirror. His crimson eyes were a more vivid red than usual, but the look in them was… darker than usual. Something dangerous was swirling in them, but since it was your birthday, you try to ignore it.

He hasn't really done anything too bad - aside from attempting to isolate you from everyone else and spend your birthday with him and only him, locked in this suffocating room despite it being yours at least once- but that's just Dion being Dion. Nothing you're not used to… not that you want to be. Still, he was awfully mellow, more… accepting of other people seeing you than usual.

You shouldn't have let your guard down.

He dug into his pants pocket and brought out a small black box - a jewelry box. Curious, you turned your head to look at him, forcing away any apprehensive thoughts. It's just a gift. A birthday gift - surely, your husband wouldn't have any dubious intentions on your birthday, right?

He'll let you have this for yourself, right?

Sure, he's selfish, but he's not the type to break you further on such a special occasion. Right? Right?

Before he starts to open the box, he notices your curious stare - he doesn't smile but raises a brow. Confusion fills you until Dion gently, so gently it unnerves you, take your chin in his hand and just… turn your head to face the front again. Oh, you think, he wants it to be a small surprise.

The beating of your heart is starting to become loud in your ears. Admittedly, at first, it's… from excitement. You know you should know better, really, but this domestic moment is honestly… sweet. You're still slightly anxious, obviously, but… when you can't see Dion's eyes, this moment feels… innocent.

Even if you have to ignore the slight tremble of his hands once he pushes your hair out of the way. His fingers are cold as they graze against the exposed skin, sending chills down your spine - you can't tell if they're pleasurable or anxiety inducing. Or perhaps even both. Your eyes flicker up to meet his in the mirror, but he immediately casts his gaze downwards, focusing on his task at hand.

Once he was satisfied with your hair, he finally opens the box behind you - not allowing you even a glimpse of it. It's perplexing on why he's so against you seeing it, but it's not until he finally loops the pendant around your neck from the front -

It's beautiful.

A (e/c) gem that glistens in the candle light, matching and bringing out the color of your eyes - it… make you feel warm, inside. Something airy flutters in your chest when he leans down, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck - it tickles. It's… more gentle than usual, no teeth are bared as he pecks it. You can't breathe.

But it's not painful. Far from it, actually.

However, a small part of your gut is still worried - Dion never does anything for you without expecting something in return. Be it your attention or affection, he takes more than he gives. You decide to hush it, for once.

A grave mistake on your end.

When he clasps it, you slowly bring up a hand to softly hold it with your fingers - it's delicate but genuine. Expensive. It makes the hushed whisper in your mind get louder. But again, you force it down, simply wanting to enjoy a gift Dion - your husband had gotten for you.

"It suits you," Dion says, breaking the silence. He doesn't ask if you like it - just states his opinion on it. He traces the contours of the front of your neck, movements fluid but slow. His thumb catches on the thin golden/sliver (whichever you prefer) chain. His fingers don't stop until they trace up and down your nape.

"…oh," honestly, you're speechless - this is the most gentle Dion has been in a long while. Usually, by now, he'd have bitten into some exposed part, leaving his mark behind. An act you hate, despise, but have grown used to. An act that if you let him do it willingly, he'd calm down with his possessive antics.

But only barely.

He leans down again, delivering another peck to the back of your neck. It still tickles but you feel yourself slightly melt into it - your gut is now screaming at you. You want to ignore it, sighing in slight pleasure when he nibbles.

The mood was sweet, he's gentle - so why is your gut screaming so loudly?

"…thank you, Dion."

You regret sitting down when he opens his mouth more and -

CHOMP

"Ow-! Hey -!" Turning your body to look at him, holding the spot bit hard enough that marks were left behind, you can't breathe once you see that sinister smirk.

The same one he wore in certain scenes in the manhwa. One you had yet to witness, much less be on the receiving end of. Your gut yells and calls you an idiot as dread weighs you down. With wide eyes, you question him -

"…what…what did you do?" It barely comes out as a whisper, and betrayal, hurt laces your tone. No. You shouldn't have trusted him to begin with. You did this to yourself -

You should have kicked him out of your room. Said you were tired - no. He wouldn't have listened to begin with.

His larger hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking the skin. His hand is cold. The shivers that travel down your spine are sharp, painful. You face feels pale as your thoughts run, chaotic. Your legs refuse to stand, to create some distance between you and the man you woefully forgot and ignored the fact he imprisoned you to him via marriage.

The same man who let it slipped he had plans on kidnapping you if things didn't go his way. Hah. How the fuck could have you forgotten about that? How are you still so fucking stupid? Why?

Because you wanted some false sense of normality? Pretend that your husband isn't a fucking psycho?

"…Dion… what did you…?" You repeat yourself, starting to breathe a bit more heavily.

He only looks at the pendant on your neck, scarlet eyes glazed over - satisfied. But with what? And why?

Several seconds pass before his eyes travel up to meet yours. There's something twisted in them, heavy, fatal. His grin is small, and guilt is nonexistent on his person. What he says next makes you want to yell, to curse at him, to scamper away and hide, to cry.

"It's imbued with magic," he starts before leaning in, kissing your cheek. His breath hits your ear, warm. He whispers the following words -

"It's a tracking spell, so to speak - it's connected to a magical map on my person. I now have access to your location at all times - even if you step foot outside this mansion, I'll know."

He said it gleefully, kissing the shell of your ear. He pulls back, and the look in his eyes is that of a mad man. A love stricken mad man.

Your hand moves before you can process the action. It stings after the impact, leaving his cheek red and tender. Your entire body trembles, both horrified and furious.

Right. Your husband is a vile man. You shouldn't have forgotten that. And from this point on, you never will.

"…get out. Now."

And it's one of the few times you've raised your voice at him.

If he was going to pull this bullshit, he could have done it outside of my birthday!

Dion doesn't move, only cradling his now redden and swollen cheek. He doesn't look mad. If anything, his expression looks amused. His grin doesn't leave his face, delighted that he finally, finally put a collar on you, his lovely wife.

Fuming, you reach behind your neck to un-clip it - it doesn't budge. Then, you harshly pull on it from the front, to rip it off - nothing happens. When he chuckles, you realize he left out another important fact. You stare at him, teary eyed, not knowing why you were about to cry. Your feelings are chaotic.

Your mind is a mess.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you… I'm the only one who can take it off."

And just like that, Dion Agriche has dug himself a deeper grave.

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penacony sunday accidentally ingesting an aphrodisiac and desperately trying to remain composed and ignore its effects despite the way he’s sweating hard, breathing deep, clawing at his own clothes — what terrible timing it is when you stumble into his room to find him rubbing at himself through his slacks, desperate for release and relief

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I remember this one time where I requested a refill for my medicine...

When it arrived.

The fucking clinic pharmacy I get it at was closed. For the next three days because of weather.

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something that really draws me into yandere fics is the comfort of a fantasy wherein the decisions are simply made for me

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Considering doing an Omegaverse au with both reader and Amelia....

Oooo... Beta Amelia but it's hidden from the public because her parents were ashamed of it. The manage to trick everyone. Lante included.

Artificial pheromones... Spraying them in her room whenever she's supposed to be in "heat" when in reality she's just chilling. While being insulted by her parents.

Or! She "takes" suppressants to control them.

I feel like Dion would take them (he's totally an alpha, trust).

Aaaahhhh how would her arranged husband find out...

Hm... What about the reader, what should she be....

Anyway this is just an idea that's been on my mind lately. I don't usually write for it (I think I did once or twice on wattpad? I can't remember).

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Hhhmmmm.....

Roxana being the best aunt ever to Dion and Amelia's kids... Spoiling them, maybe.

Amelia is on the fence about it - after all, Roxana never does anything without a purpose. Her movements are always calculated. But still, Amelia knows that Roxana won't let harm come to the twins, which is why she lets her near them.

Jeremy thinks they're brats but doesn't actually dislike them. Will never admit that though.

Meanwhile Dion's... Dion.

He's still distant.

And still confused about his own feelings. Might bring them things back from missions. Might make sure they'll be able to defend themselves as they grow, even after Lante is dead and once he leaves.

Might keep an eye on their diet and the people they interact with.

Maybe.

But aside from that, he doesn't spend much time with them.

He might be a better father than Lante, but he's still at the bottom of the barrel.

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Locked in. The things I'd do for this pathetic loser of a man.

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Modern world AU: Dion finds your vibrators 🤭 What would he do?

So I'm a bit of confused if this means the entire setting is modern au or if it's my sitcom au where they get transported to the reader's old world before she died.

So! I'm going to go with the sitcom Au.

Yan! Dion x fem! Reader

Going to tag as smut because of the masturbation scene.

Warnings: one-sided argument (?), bad Communication, low key some insecurity on Dion's end, toxic and arranged marriage.

NSFW warnings: masturbation (fem), apprehension about having sex with Dion due to pervious vaginal pain.

Disclaimer: I do not condone any harmful actions that may take place in this piece of fiction.

Always talk about what you both want in the bedroom - this include using toys. Some partners are okay with you using them, others aren't. It's always a conversation to be had whenever you start to become sexually active. You might say it's immature and insecure of them, but ik a few people who aren't okay with the use of toys, both female and male for their partners and even for themselves.

This is honestly how I think he'd feel about it. Reader should have had a conversation about it but he also shouldn't have reacted the way he did.

It's going to be a bullet one, btw. Imagine something like a Le Wand Point (WAY too much info, but it's similar to what I use.)

Also, when he finds it, it's cleaned!!! It's cleaned after every session.

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He comes across it a total of two times - the first time is when he's snooping through your belongings. Without your consent, of course. It's in a small, velty pouch and he opens it, finding the contraption he's never seen before in his twenty something years of life.

He's… confused on what it could be. It sort of looks like a tongue, and he tilts his head, eyeing it with great interest. His calloused fingers carcasses the surface, taking note of the textured dots at the edge of it. His red gaze observes everything about it - from the pink color to how it sort of feels like rubber. But it's flexible and soft yet firm.

When he notices the power button, he presses it - he remembers that symbol on other things from your - this - world. And how it made things come to life.

May or may have not dropped it in surprise when it started to softly vibrate, not suspecting it would do that. At first he thinks it's something to massage certain parts of the body (well… he's not wrong). For whatever reason he's not sure of (probably didn't want to get in trouble so soon) he just. Shoves it back into the pouch and puts it back into the drawer within a second as soon as he heard the front door unlock.

The second time he comes across it is when he comes back from work. Everyone else is at work - Grizelda is in some cafe with free WiFi to do hers, wanting a change of scenery for the day - and today was your day off. Meaning you where home alone.

… well. He found out what that vibrator was for when he opened your bedroom door with a groan, wishing he could kill all of his coworkers, but unfortunately he can't. It'd be a great stress reliever, though. Unfortunately you wouldn't approve of it.

Well. It was. A slightly pleasant surprise, seeing your pleasured face and hushed whimpers, the tremble of your legs, your dazed expression as you finished with a jolt, chest heaving as you return from the skies.

However. It'd be a big lie to say he wasn't immediately upset once he saw the toy. Granted, there was a time frame of it clicking in his head before the unpleasant feeling filled his chest.

Hah.

Seriously?

You'd rather use… that than let him use his fingers and tongue on you? Hell, you won't even let him sink into you and -

"Oh. Fuck - Dion?" It's a startled whisper, quickly sitting up and hiding the toy behind you. You're still slightly dressed, bottoms off but an oversized shirt on, but he can see how your perky nipples are through the thin frabic.

Your eyes are wide, embarrassment written all over your face. But then it's quickly replaced with dread as he scowls.

He admits, it was a nice sight. Extremely so. However, how is he supposed to feel as your husband when you turn to… whatever that is than to him? He could probably do better than it. Or if you're unsure if he could, you could tell him what you like and dislike - you've only slept together twice prior to coming here.

And both times he had pulled out before you could even finish, saying it was still painful. He completely understands, of course, he doesn't want to force you into that specifically. But. Still.

"… ah… um… I can… explain?" You question rather than offer, unable to look him in the eye. He can make out how wet you are - or were, rather, clearly getting out of the mood once he showed up. Your hands pull the hem of the shirt down further, clenching it so hard your knuckles turn white. Like you didn't want him to see you like this.

But why? Because the thought of it is repulsive? Or were you too embarrassed?

Ah, but the look on your face isn't a flustered one…

Dion doesn't say anything. He only stares, hard, and you can't make out what he's thinking. The air feels heavy, like you committed a sin against him. He doesn't make a move to enter or to leave.

Just stands in the doorway, eyes on you. The air feels even heavier when he doesn't say a word, closing the door behind him as he heads to the living room. Doesn't attempt to start a conversation when you pop out, fully dressed - instead of your usual shorts that barely ends at upper thigh, you're wearing sweatpants. His eye twitches - are you that against him seeing you in a vulnerable position?

Of catching sight of bare skin that leads to your most intimate areas? It only sours his mood further.

You don't sit next to him on the couch, instead standing off to the side. The T.V is off and all he sees on the black screen is his reflection.

"… Dion... " you say his name after a moment of hesitation, unsure of what to say. He doesn't even grunt.

"… um…" biting your thumb, you struggle with words. He can't tell if you feel guilty or just obliged to say something, anything. "… I… it was a heat in the moment type of thing."

He knows you would never cheat on him, much less think about it. But still, your words come off as such. He knows better, that it's so fucking pathetic he feels this way, but...

"'Heat in the moment'? Like I haven't made it clear that I'd pleasure you - that I want to. Tell me, is my touch so repulsive that you'd rather use… whatever that is than come to me?"

He's pissed.

You're scared.

Ah. You really should have just left the toy in that pouch.

Becausd now your husband is looking like you burned him for the sake of the world - betrayal. Resentment.

You don't say anything - you can't.

"… I should have known as such."

You don't stop him when he leaves after putting his shoes on and a jacket. You don't follow after him, either. You leave him be as he quietly seethes.

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This probably isn't what you wanted but no matter what I wrote it kept coming back to this… maybe I'll do a part 2 where they have a conversation and maybe use it. I'm not sure yet.

I'm sorry for the angst instead 😔

Again, always have that conversation chat.

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Doing some research for this one ask and.

I did not know that there are butt plugs that vibrate. You learn something new everyday.

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Wait... If I want to write Dion having a wet dream about the reader and then having a panic attack because he genuinely thinks she bewitched him/cursed him.... It might have to be 3 parts minimum because of the slow burn of his feelings.... The slow burn of the reader slowly realizing the type of person he is..... Uuuuugggghhhhhhhh

Do I want to make myself suffer and write about the dream in detail or just write it vaguely....

Or should I include the dream at all... I also plan on him having a "sweet" and "domestic" dream that confuses him more than the the wet one....

Decisions decisions....

Small town, big mistake part 2 little preview thing

I'm starting to have some fun with it. Rip Dion, bro is so bitchless a stranger had to help (he doesn't even want the help to begin with) . Please pray for me to fit everything in this because I don't want to end up doing a part 3.

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Small town, big mistake part 2 little preview thing

I'm starting to have some fun with it. Rip Dion, bro is so bitchless a stranger had to help (he doesn't even want the help to begin with) . Please pray for me to fit everything in this because I don't want to end up doing a part 3.