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even if itās not what i think itāll be iād love to hear your yan jing yuan thoughts š
Okay in essence I think,,,,,,,, the impulse is there and he actively shoves it down š«£
Like itās there!!! He sees you smiling at someone and thereās a tugging feeling in his gut and he knows he could drag you away and lock you up for millennia without lifting a finger, and he really does consider it; imagines being the only one who can see you, imagines you with nothing to do but be pampered by him all day, always in his bed or his garden, never having to find you laughing and spending time with anyone else. Nothing to do with yourself but accept his adoration. How much has he given to his people, to the Luofu? Surely he deserves to be selfish with this one thing.
He could collar you without batting an eye. All his, for the rest of your nigh-infinite lives. He likes the thought, he really does.
But that only lasts a millisecond. Because above all else the Arbiter-General Jing Yuan is clever, and he knows the consequences of that line of thoughtānot that heād be stopped, not at all, but that you would never truly love him if he went through with it. Sure heād wear you down eventually but that would never be the same, and he would lose any chance of his genuine affection being returned. And his pride might never recover from that wound.
Sure, he could make you his pet, and heād find some satisfaction in that. But it would be fleeting. He holds you too highly to want to break you; yes, he deserves to be greedy with you, and that means he doesnāt just want you in his arms. He wants your love, your life, and he wants to earn it honorably. Youāre a discerning little thing, giving him a run for his money, but heād be lying if he said he hated the chase. Itāll make it all the sweeter to win properly.
He needs you to choose him, freely, of your own accord. He needs you to want him even a fraction of how much he wants you, and he needs that desire to be your own.
#ask.š§#saintshigaraki#pluviās pals#char.š§ jing yuan#yandere.cw#he just like has the impulse and then goes no wait thatās horrible#I donāt want another pet I have too many responsibilities anyway r u kidding KDNFKNRKRN#okay that last bit is more comedic but n e way#u get what I mean. the instinct is there but he ignores it#and sometimes itās HARD to ignore#the first time u fall into his bedā¦ he wakes up before u and just. stares. ur so pretty and peaceful and he could just lock the doorā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..#but then you stir and make the cutest little noise and lean into him and he Knows itāll be so much more satisfying to#coax you back into his bed again instead#he might not outright do anything that forces you to not have any other options but he damn well makes his interest clear and who would ever#try to compete with him for anything let alone your hand#might as well be staking his claim#there u go. local man fights w his own instincts to not just fuck you up entirely#he likes the chase!!! itās in his nature to want to win it!!!
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I imagined a situation that I found funny.
Imagine, the entire Batfamily on the beach while making a point of hanging around the reader's neck so they can participate in family activities(Forcibly) . But the reader is not at all in the mood to be part of this fake family scenario, and decides to stay in the shade on the sand making a sandcastle :3 . Jason, seeing this, decides to provoke the poor reader, accidentally destroying the sandcastle :(. Angry reader throws sand in Jason's face. Causing yet another punishment and forcing the reader to sleep in Jason's room. Poor reader
Hot. It was really, really hot.
Of course it was hot. It was the middle of summer and you were sitting on sand that had been in the sun for hours. In this heat, what could you even do? You wanted to stay at home and sleep, but they didnāt let you.
They wanted you to come with them to the shore and practically dragged you there, ignoring your complaints. So, here you were, sitting under a palm tree on the scorching hot sand. Though, you had kind of stopped feeling the pain. You didnāt want them to come talk to you under the guise of you seeming āunoccupiedā, so you started building a sandcastle.
Most of them were in the water, probably to cool off.
Yeah, the heat was starting to get to youā¦
For just a moment, you considered going swimming, but immediately decided against it.
First of all, they would certainly bother you. You could already imagine Damian wanting to compete with you to figure out who could swim faster (obviously him, but he wants to spend time with you). You could already imagine Dick carrying you around inside the water because you ācanāt swim properlyā (you can, heās just looking for excuses to hold you) and you could already see Jason trying to ādrown youā as a joke, despite the fact that you wouldnāt find it funny at all.
āHey, arenāt you hot sitting there?ā
Yes, thatās exactly what Jason would say to lure you into the water.
āUh, hello? You there?ā, Jason waved a hand in front of you face.
Huh, that wasnāt your imagination, that actually was Jason. You looked up unamused, āNo, Iām quite cold, really.ā
He rolled his eyes, seemingly having caught your sarcasm,āSure. So, wanna go swimming?ā
And let you drown me? No fucking way. Oh, right, be politeā¦
āUm, no thanksā, you smiled awkwardly, not wanting to anger him and, as a result, Bruce.
āCāmonnn, itāll be fun. You do know how to swim, right?ā, he teased, trying to rile you up.
āNoā, you persisted, āThanksā¦ā
Jason crouched down next to you, clearly more persistant than you, āOh, come on. Surely youād rather spend time with me than Dick, right? If you remain alone for much longer, Damian will surely force you to do something with him.ā
Ahā¦
Wellā¦
You disliked Dick and spending time with Damian wasā¦tedious.
Jason wasnāt any better, though.
Noticing your silence, he spoke again, āNot a bad sandcastle, but I could help you make it better.ā
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āWe could compete and see who builds better sandcastlesā, his smile was still present.
āUmā¦ā, you looked around, trying to find a way to distract him.
āCāmoooon. Here look, Iāll help yaā, he started adding sand to your castle.
āWait! Nonono! Donāt touch that!-ā, you froze after seeing your entire sandcastle collapse.
Silence prevailed for far too long.
You couldnāt think of anything to say. Jason, however, felt the need to salvage the situation.
āOh, Iāmā¦sorry.ā
Sorry? He was SORRY?
The audacity left you speechless.
The only thing you could do was grab a fistful of sand at throw it at Jason. He dodged most of it, but he certainly felt your wrath.
To avoid further conversation with him, you got up immediately and left.
It took only a few steps for you to notice that what you had done was certainly punishment-worthy.
What would Bruce make you do? You shuddered as you remembered the time you had to hug and say 20 things you liked about Jasonā¦yikes. Never again, you swore and yet, here you were.
You had barely gone a few metres, when you heard Bruce calling your name. When did he even arrive here? Was he here from the start?
You stopped walking and turned towards him. The look on his face wasā¦stern. He did not seem very happy. Next to him, Jason was rubbing his eyes.
Wait, did you get sand in his eyes? No, you couldnāt have, he dodged it! Did heā¦lie to Bruce about what happened?
No, Jason wouldnāt do that-ā¦
Wellā¦would he?
Bruce called you over to him and Jason, so you slowly walked towards them, trying to come up with a good excuse to avoid doing whatever he wanted you to do.
#thanks anon ily mwa#also yayyy im going to poland and will be back in about a week ;DDD#(in other words: please forgive any late posts xoxo)#anyway enough yapping#rorii talks#dc comics#batfam#platonic yandere#x reader#platonic batfam#yandere batfam#jason todd#yandere jason todd#bruce wayne#yandere bruce wayne#yandere x reader#batfamily
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summary: there's an competitor around, and the boys will make sure to let them know who's worthy of your heart.
with: inarizaki team (atsumu, osamu, aran, suna and kita)
n/a: better bring an ice bag for kai. boy's not in a good situation.
ā miya atsumu: the show off
Itās unusual for Atsumu to feel insecure. He comprehends how handsome, talented, funny (his brother would disagree) and charming he is,which explains how he became so popular in school. Heck, he even discovered not long ago that he has a fanclub going on online. Based on those facts, itād be foolish for some boy to try to compete with him. However, thatās not enough to make Kai, one of your classmates, give up on you. And that surely does a good job on getting on the blondeās nerves, but heās not a quitter, especially with something ā better yet, someone ā heās been wishing for quite a while.Ā
So, Atsumu uses his best weapon against the enemy: he shows off.
Seriously, that boy looks like a peacock, displaying all of his best features and abilities whenever youāre around, making sure that Kai also gets the hint. He praises you in every opportunity he finds, helps you carry your stuff, gives you sweets and snacks, and even tries to impress you with his physique, either by carrying something heavy, or randomly stretching his body or flexing his biceps.Ā
But the moment he shines is surely on his volleyball matches. This boy overflows with confidence, making the court his stage to glow, and winning not only the game but a sweet peck of your lips on his cheek, congratulating his win. He gives you a beaming smile, taking a second to cheekily wink at his opponentās direction, before returning his gaze to the real prize. āIt was all for ya, babe.ā
ā miya osamu: the competitive
Osamuās also very assured of himself, aware of his many qualities (his brother would disagree), but when he notices that someone wants what he wants, a key turns inside his brain and he becomes seriously competitive. With his grades, physique, food, even his own Ma became a victim of his impulsive behavior ā he couldnāt back down though, or Atsumu would be the favorite. Itās not a surprise that youād also be included on that list, being his crush for almost a year.Ā
To prove that heās the best, he likes to challenge his opponents first. It can be anything, he might even let the person decide, but the rules remain the same: no cheating, and whoever loses must back off immediately. He canāt say he doesnāt feel a certain nervousness when he does those challenges; but when he compromises with something, you better be sure he goes to win. Heāll make sure of that.
And since Kaiās dumber than he looks like, it wasnāt a hard task to make the boy fall into his trap. After all, Osamu has a secret skill that most boys his age don't think it's important to get.
Ā āI know what you're trying with ______.ā Osamu counters, having found the boy alone in the locker room after PE. Kai rolls his eyes at him, finishing drying his hair. āAnd whatāre you gonna do about it ? I aināt afraid of you, Miya.ā
āReally?ā He approaches his adversary, starting to size him with an unwavering stare. āThen ya must know she loves some homemade cookies. āwas thinkinā of baking her some this week.ā He gives him the best smirk he has. āYou're not afraid of that, are ya?ā
ā aran ojiro: the intimidator
Aran is a lovely boy. Seriously, he has such good manners, so friendly and respectful with others, that you wish all the boys could have the same attitude. He knows that, and thatās just his personality; what he noticed though, is that many guys get intimidated by him, mostly because of his size and tone of voice. It was weird to acknowledge that in the beginning, but now he enjoys the respect he gained from that.
When he realized that some nidiot was trying to win you over, he thought: why not use that, then?
Donāt misunderstand, Aran doesnāt approve of bullying at all, and he would lift a hand to someone if it wasnāt necessary. But maybe, you know, a simple warning might convince the boy to give up. It doesnāt hurt trying.
āHey, Kai!ā Aran finds the boy eating at a table in the cafeteria, and without waiting to be invited, he sits down right next to him, placing his chair very close his. āHow'ya doing man? Good? Great, listen up.ā He puts one huge hand on the boyās back, while giving him a too-friendly smile. āI like _____. But I saw you trying to ask her out yesterday. You see, itās really hard to date a girl if someone elseās on the way, so can you do me a favor? Stay away from her.ā Low and clear, Aranās voice sends chills over the poor boyās body. Then he grins, smacking Kaiās back like long-time friends. āThanks, bud!ā
ā suna rintaro: the cunning
Sunaās really clever. He knows how to be patient enough to turn any situation in his favor: for example, winning you over. He doesnāt know how long it will take, or how many steps and casualties his plan might have, but everything he does is solemnly meant to make you fall in love with him, little by little.It doesnāt matter if a stone called Kai gets in the way: he knows how to handle it.
No man is perfect, so all he needed to do was find a flaw in his opponent. It could be the most silly thing, but if it made Kaiās reputation fall just a tad, itād become a jewel in Sunaās hands.
And after a few days of observing his opponent, Suna found out that dear Kai is a womanizer. Heck, he didn't even try to hide the fact that heās been hitting on almost all of the girls in his class, which made Suna very pleased, being able to record him charming a girl in good sound and details.With all the evidence, Suna makes his master move, revealing the whole truth to you.
āItās okay, ______.ā And there he is, cradling you in his arms and caressing your hair gently, comforting you after you saw the video. āThereās a lot of guys like him here. But donāt worry, Iāll make sure that none of them come your way, if you let meā His smile grows when he receives your grateful words, feeling you melt into his arms like you meant to do. āYouāre welcome, sweetheart. Iāll always be here for you.ā
ā kita shinsuke: the modest
Shinsukeās so secure. It doesnāt matter if the guy whoās trying to win you over is the most popular, handsome, or intelligent man in the country. No one can change the fact that Kita knows you, the true you, and he knows that youāre perfect for each other, even with the differences that some might point out. You have what he admires, and he surely has admirable traits to convince you.Ā
So all he does is treat you normally. Except that Kitaās normal is a very high level of manners and care that many boys in high school donāt even dream of having, including his opponent.Ā
After all, it is rare to find a boy whoāll willingly bring you your favorite warm drink before class on the cold days, or help you study on the library so you can do well on tests, or walk with you to the bus stop on the way home just to make sure that youāre safe, or even send texts and paper notes reaffirming how special and capable you are.
And you found Shinsuke, who does all of that, and so much more just to see you well. Is there really anyone who can compete with him? He doesnāt think so.
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#hq x reader#hq#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu x reader#miya osamu x reader#miya osamu#miya osamu x you#osamu x reader#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x you#atsumu x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou#suna x reader#suna x you#suna rintarou x reader#aran x reader#aran ojiro#aran ojiro x reader#kita x reader#kita shinsuke#kita shinsuke x reader#kita shinsuke x you#kita x you#inarizaki x reader#inarizaki#{ bouquet }#w.hq
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goes without saying
ao3 Written for @steddie-week Day 1 prompt, āsecret relationship.ā
Dustinās been trying to communicate with his eyes alone that Eddie is under no obligation to sit through his mom going on and on about whatever trouble Uncle Frankās gotten himself into now. For one, Dustin loves his mom, but the story got old, like, within the first five minutes of her telling it, and two, sheās mostly just telling him anyway, while handing over grocery bags; Eddieās only trapped in the general vicinity of the conversation which he could easily leave at any point, but heās apparently got this fear of being rude that heās never actually admitted to, but Dustin can read it pretty confidently.
Like now, Eddieās sat on the front step, and one finger is tap-tap-tapping on his kneeāitās not quite the same as when heās got a song stuck in his head, an anxious edge to it that Dustin can discern but not really explain; you just have to know how to look.
He abandons the silent communication as a lost causeāseriously, Eddie needs to get with the program and dramatically improve his telepathy skillsāand heads inside, bags in tow.
Steveās in the kitchen; heād brought the first of the bags in. Thankfully heās more than competent in telepathy, because Dustin just needs to raise one eyebrow slightly, hey, dumbass, he needs you, and heās already nodding.
Heās stopped on his way out by a petulant miaow: Tews in the doorway.
āSorry, dude, I donāt know which bag your foodās in,ā Steve tells him earnestly.
Dustin rolls his eyes. And maybe itās because heās distracted by the groceries, or itās just the fact that him and Steve are aloneāeither way, heās not really thinking when he says it.
āStop bothering my cat and go and bother your boyfriend.ā
He doesnāt even notice what heās said until he sees Steveās eyes go wide andā
āShit,ā Dustin says, because this wasnāt the plan, not even remotely. His suspicions were confirmed over a month ago, the tail end of a phone call he hadnāt even meant to overhear, Steve murmuring, āLove you, too. Try and get some sleep, okay?ā
Dustin had kept the conclusion strictly to himselfāhe was going to actually approach it sensitively, damn it.
But now thereās a flicker of trepidation in Steveās eyes, and he canāt let it stand.
āI didnāt say anything,ā Dustin insists. He waves his hands for emphasis, desperately hopes itās enough to get everything across. Itās okay, youāre okay, weāre okay. āIām a goddamn ignoramus and I know nothing.ā
Thereās a long pause.
Then Steve starts to smile.
āYouāre a goddamn ignoramus and you know nothing.ā
Dustin only has to look at the way Steveās eyes are shining to know thatās not what heās saying at all.
#steddie with dustinās pov#steddieweek2024#steddie#steddie ficlet#eddie and dustin#steve and dustin#steve and dustin ficlet#dustin henderson ficlet#dustin henderson#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson
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BULLIES ā
ā jaehyun + taeyong x male reader 18+ MDNI
-> bully!jaehyun + bully!taeyong x victim!reader
ź© .į smut, headcanons
contents: rough sex, domination, hair pulling, spitting, dacryphillia, double penetration, dirty talk, degrading, manhandling, tormenting, controlling, cock sizes, forcing, choking, gagging, oral fixation??, slapping, restraining, facial, cumpie, rimming, foreplay, corruption, training, sadism, ejaculation, frotting
ā”ļøā”ļøā”ļø likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ā”ļøā”ļøā”ļø
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ā®āĖ your relationship with them is characterized by fear, manipulation, and a twisted power dynamic.
ā®āĖ as their main target, youāre expected to literally worship the ground they walk on. youāre their little sex slave, nothing else. youāll let them use your body whenever and however they like. and if you donāt, thatās okay, theyāll only force you into submission.
ā®āĖ they love to torment and control you.
ā®āĖ they love double penetrating you!! the sight of you completely struggling to take both of their cocks at the same time, the way your hole stretches to accommodate to both of their sizes, the whimpers and cries you let out, they love it all!!
ā®āĖ they love to switch sex positions! one of them fucks your ass, and the other one fucks your mouth! or jaehyun fucking your ass while taeyong takes your cock up his ass!
ā®āĖ despite their joint power over you, they secretly desire for more. they both want to be the one who completely owns you, they canāt let the other have more control or power.
ā®āĖ they like to compete with each other, even going as far as both of them trying to outdo the other; which only ends up with your body being even more physically drained and spent than usual. often telling you to choose between them; whoās cock do you like more? who fucks you better? whoās sexier? etcā¦
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ā®āĖ strictly a dominant top!!
ā®āĖ a complete powerhouse
ā®āĖ manhandling and strength kink!! he will literally overpower you in any way shape of form so itās futile to even try fighting him or defying him. pinning you down, wrapping his arm around your neck and holding you in place whilst he takes you from behind, etcā¦
ā®āĖ dacryphillia kink!! gets aroused from hearing and seeing you cry, knowing that his cock is too big for you to take.
ā®āĖ heavily sadistic
ā®āĖ. not a big fan of foreplay, he doesnāt care much to do anything with you other than fuck your hole. you might get a little kiss if he wants you to shut up but thatās it. donāt worry though, he does lube you up before wrecking you >.<
ā®āĖ he will fuck you roughly and hard āno soft moments, no in-between, nothing. his only desire is to use you as his personal fuck toy.
ā®āĖ big cock!! 8 inches, thick and veiny. knows how to use it like a complete beast. ejaculates a normal amount, nothing too crazy.
ā®āĖ his favorite part of your body is obviously your ass.
ā®āĖ he loves to fuck you from behind and watch as your legs tremble and your knees give out due to the pure power and speed of his thrusts.
ā®āĖ he loves to push you up against the wall, pressing your cheek against the wall as he fucks you from behind.
ā®āĖ always makes sure to degrade you and make you feel pathetic for not being able to take his cock.
āfucking pathetic little whore,ā he spits as he smacks your ass cheek, his large hand leaving its imprint. ālook at how weak you are, canāt even come back on my dick without shaking.ā
ālooks like you need more training. shouldnāt slutty bitch boys like you know how to take cock?ā he asks as he pushes your head into a pillow, your moans and whimpers becoming muffled. his thrusts start to become more aggressive, more powerful as his balls slap against your ass. skin slapping, moans, whimpers and crying.
ā®āĖ he has a rather normal libido. can go for maybe 1-2 rounds but always settles for one when heās alone with you. that one round is always enough to leave your body completely sore, drained and spent.
ā®āĖ he loves to either cum inside your ass or your mouth. he wonāt settle for cumming anywhere else.
ā®āĖ he prefers cumming inside your ass though, the sight of it dripping down from your wrecked hole gives him a sense of superiority, like heās won.
ā®āĖ he loves to see you struggle to breathe, gagging and crying as he shoves his cock down your throat.
ā®āĖ an absolute feen for rough sex; pulling your hair, slapping your face + cock + ass + literally anywhere and everywhere he can reach.
ā®āĖ heāll reach around you and guide his hand to your hardened cook whilst heās fucking you from behind, pumping your cock in rhythm with his thrusts. at least heās a little generous and letās you cum too.
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ā®āĖ switch!! dominant top / power bottom (leaning more towards power bottom)
ā®āĖ average-sized cock!! just under 6 inches, a bit skinny. can still use it to dominate you completely and give you a good fuck. ejaculates a rather large amount.
ā®āĖ has a high libido and can go for several rounds.
ā®āĖ spitting kink! he absolutely loves to spit! deems it probably the most humiliating thing ever. randomly getting the urge to find you and just spit in your mouth, watching as you swallow it. or spitting in your face whilst heās fucking you, or when heās on top of you, riding your cock. likes to spit on your hole, whilst heās rimming you. likes to spit in his hand and smear it over your cock before riding it. also likes to do the same with his own cock before fucking you.
ā®āĖ he enjoys foreplay!!
ā®āĖ he likes to frot with you!! he will rub his cock against yours during foreplay.
ā®āĖ more of a sweet talker, but his voice always has that same condescending tone to it.
ā®āĖ loves to ride your cock mercilessly, milking you for everything you have.
power bottom!tyong ā you were sprawled out on the bed, your legs spread wide as taeyong lowered himself onto your cock. ālook at me, baby, i donāt remember giving you permission to break eye contact.ā taeyong began to ride relentlessly, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he took all of you deep inside. your breath quickened as he picked up the pace, his body moving urgently as he chased his pleasure. his hand reaches to wrap around your throat, tilting your chin to face him. ālet me see how pathetic you look, when iām riding your cock, sweetheart.ā
dominant top!tyong ā taeyong grips your hips, slamming into you with a relentless rhythm. his eyes are dark with desire, his lips curled in a cruel smile as he watched you squirm beneath them. āwhatās the matter, baby? is taeyongieās cock too much for you?ā your breathy moans fill the room, your hands clutching at taeyongās back, nails digging into his skin. taeyong leans down, his lips hovering over your ear as he whispers, āitās a shame. i thought you wouldāve been used to my cock by now. guess i havenāt been fucking you enough.
ā®āĖ a complete mastermind. uses his keen intellect and sharp wit to manipulate you to his advantage.
ā®āĖ attracted to intelligence and enjoys engaging in intellectual debates or mind games with you.
ā®āĖ finds pleasure in restraining you. and secretly, he loves to be restrained too, if youāre a good slut for him, he might just let you tie him up.
ā®āĖ he gets satisfaction from humiliating you, especially in specific contexts, such as role-playing scenarios; (cop x delinquent, teacher x bad student, etcā¦ literally any scenario where he gets to be in charge.)
ā®āĖ he enjoys exploring different sensory experiences, whether through temperature play, sensation play, or other forms of sensory stimulation.
ā®āĖ his favorite thing about you is your cock.
ā®āĖ his favorite place to cum is all over your face; he loves seeing your face stained in his cum. will take photos of your face to further humiliate you.
ā®āĖ he likes to stuff his fingers into your mouth, making you lick and suck on them whilst heās fucking you. heās trying to make you have an oral fixation maybe??
ā®āĖ his favorite sex position is missionary.
#ā hynzsnās thoughts š#kpop x male reader#jaehyun#taeyong#lee taeyong#jung jaehyun#jaehyun x male reader#taeyong x male reader#nct#nct 127#nct x male reader#nct 127 x male reader#jaehyun imagines#jaehyun smut#taeyong imagines#taeyong smut#nct hard hours#nct scenarios#nct smut#nct imagines#jaehyun scenarios#taeyong scenarios#male reader#kpop smut#smut#mlm smut
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Indifference
Paring(s): Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: Two people who are in love, well he used to be
Authors note: you guys like when I make you cry
Rating: angsty
Warnings: it'll hurt :)
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He was late.
Time was a funny thing. Minutes turned to hours which rolled into days then suddenly months began to blur into years. In that time, people tend to go out and experience things, falling in and out of love, enjoying everything life had to offer.
Yet, I somehow found myself motionless, the spark that once ignited my core had been stifled to a small ember. Life continued to pass by while I remained glued in one place, watching as everyone around me attempted to achieve some form of happiness.
I was once like that. Filled with some much hope for a life with someone I loved, who showed up to support me and believed in my capability, because at one time in my life that was exactly what Rafe was.
Like I said, time was a funny thing. The more time passes with your partner, the more comfortable they seem to get. They stop trying. However, at what point does being comfortable become almost negligent?
Dates were canceled, appointments missed, and important accomplishments forgotten the more time went on. Rafeās priorities shifted and I went from being the center of his world to being a planet merely circling his gravitational pull.
In his mind, we were forever, so a couple of cancellations here and there and bouts of forgetfulness were nothing in the span of things. I would have agreed had the cancellations not doubled with time or our conversations going from intimate and deep to surface level at best.
He was never home. It was always just me in this large house on figure 8.Ā Suddenly, he went from being the moon and the stars to just a bleak, unforgivable starless night. Cold and dark.
We had met when we were 16 and he was every bit a spoiled little rich boy that had extreme daddy issues, but there was more to him than that. I picked at his defenses until finally they shattered, and I was engulfed by all of him.
He was just different around me and that fact alone left me delighted. It made me feel special, almost stupidly so.
Things between Rafe and his father were already tense enough since Rafe bought a motorbike with the money he was supposed to spend on the generator. Then everything began to snowball out of control from there. He threw himself into his fatherās work and when he wasnāt doing that, he was with Kells and Topper doing god knows what and snorting anything he could find.
Despite all of this, Rafe always kept me close and always let me in.Ā
Last year, when Ward had gone with Sarah and John B to South America, and didnāt return, something shifted inside him. His defenses were rebuilt, only this time he left me on the outside, and no matter how hard I tried to break him down brick by brick, nothing worked. He became obsessed with running Wardās real estate empire better than he ever did.
Rafe was a cold and calculated legacy with a large chip on his shoulder that made him lethal against competing firms. He chewed them up and spit them out.
With every major milestone, it was never enough for him, and like a man possessed he continued to ruthlessly target anyone that had done him wrong. We had everything and yet the bitterness seemed to consume him. He was someone I saw once a day if I was lucky. He always left before I woke up and was never home by the time I went to bed and suddenly we were glorified roommates.
Once upon a time, I would stay up waiting for him with my heart in my hand, hoping to connect in any way. Even if I only had a few minutes to spend with him before he went to sleep, it was enough for me. But, 10 pm became 11 pm which turned into 12 am and so I gave up. My sleep schedule was already a mess as thoughts and insecurities pestered my mind of another woman.
āAny word from him yet? Some of the donors are asking for him?ā The question pulls me out of my thoughts and I turn to face my assistant, Rai.
Her question is innocent enough, but I can hear the slight concern in her voice and I know she has her doubts which only serves as another humiliating reminder that Rafe has done this to me repeatedly.
But this was different. He knew how important this charity dinner was to the shelter I opened up for women and children who suffered from domestic violence.
As someone who came from the cut, it was everywhere and so many didnāt have the means to flee and so they were forced to stay and in the most severe instances, die.
Rafe gave me the start-up money as a gift and it was a huge success that I opened several more as well as fund for scholarships for both the mothers and kids. Which is what brings me to now, a charity dinner and auction to help fund said scholarships and pay for all the shelter necessities.
He promised he would be here. Itās important for the donors to see him here seeing as though he donated a huge sum once more and could ease the minds of those who are teetering on the edge. Itās also important to me. This project is mine, something I created and shared with the world and I want to share it with him too.
I want him to celebrate this accomplishment with me and he is nowhere to be found.
āHeāll be here. Rafe promised.ā I clear my throat, āHe knows how important this is to me.ā
Rai gave me a doubtful look and I know that I couldnāt convince her anymore than I could convince myself. The engagement ring that bore my finger instantly weighed a ton.
Glancing down at the large diamond that once meant the promise of everything, stared back at me as nothing more than a simple accessory.
Rafe had proposed and foolishly I believed that it would save us so I said yes.
I stayed and time and time again, the disappointment slowly began to etch away at the childish hope I tried to cling onto until only a dull ache remained.
āDonāt you look lovely?ā Plastering a fake smile onto my face, I let out a sheepish laugh as I take in Kiaraās parents.Ā
āThank you guys so much for coming.ā The words ring true but I couldnāt help but feel like I was underwater. My focus is shot and I find myself hardly listening with my eyes darting to the front door every minute or so, desperate to see the man I used to think would never stop loving me.Ā
I float around the room, committed to being a gracious host, because I would not let him take this from me too. Not when heās taken everything else already. This is the only piece left of me.Ā
My cheeks hurt two hours later from all the fake smiles and my throat burns from the feigned laughing. The sound of my own voice makes me wince.Ā
In those two hours, I felt my confidence slowly get chipped piece by piece as everyone questioned where my fiancĆ© was. And for a moment, I hated him. I truly hated him because even this small piece of heaven I made for myself is tied into him.Ā
Honey, I need to run some numbers with Rafe. Where is he hiding?Ā
Where is the biggest investor? Surely, heās here, right?
I haven't seen Mr. Cameron. Has he stepped out?Ā
With which I responded,ā Work emergency, you know how it is. Heās nothing if not committed.ā Considering most of these possible donors run their own large companies, they completely understand but itās their partners reactions that seem to leave me stunned.Ā
Each had a warm look of understanding dancing in their eyes as Iām sure theyāve used the same excuse time and time again.
I can only take so much. So I excuse myself and glance at the small gold heart shaped watch on my delicate wrist and take note of the time.
There was only 30 minutes left and I haven't gotten so much as a text from him.Ā
A pit began to form where my stomach used to be as I realized once more that he wasnāt coming. As I stood in a packed room, filled with a flurry of activity, surrounded by people, Iāve never felt more alone.
Then my eyes connect with Mrs. Dune, the wife of a finance guru that works alongside Rafe. She was much older than I, having been with her husband for 30 years but she looked even older.Ā
Itās almost as though she can read my thoughts, because she sends me a sad smile as she lets her eyes go to where her husband stands talking to other donors. I haven't seen him talk to her the whole night, instead sheās been standing at his side saying nothing.Ā
I take an uneven breath and my eyes widen in realization. Was this what I had to look forward to? A life sentence of loneliness vacant of any warmth and attention?Ā
Swallowing hard, I force my eyes away and stare at the door. Begging whoever will listen to please, this once, let me be wrong. Iām so in my thoughts that Iām startled when a soft hand lands on my arm.
āYou get used to it. Eventually, youāll feel nothing.ā Mrs. Dune says quietly, her eyes moving back to her husband, with a look I can only describe as longing.Ā
Thatās the thing. I don't want to get used to it. This isnāt how I want to be loved.
āWhat youāve accomplished is amazing. Donāt let him take that away from you.ā Was her parting words and she left, not sparing her husband another glance.Ā
When I turn to see if he noticed she left, heās still engaged in conversations and doesnāt spare her a glance.Ā
This is not how I want to be loved.Ā
āHey, Iāve been looking for you. This is Amy Park.ā Rai looks ecstatic as she introduces me to the stunning tall woman next to her.Ā
āItās a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Park.ā The words come out on instinct.
āI wanted to discuss how open you would be to expanding shelters nationwide?ā
And for the first time in awhile, a real smile graces my face as I answer her question.Ā
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The first thing I notice when I pull into our driveway is the plethora of cars that fill it. The second thing I pick up on is familiar vibrations of music with each step I take along our pathway.Ā
My front door is wide open as people come in and out, clearly under the influence of something and my chest constricts.Ā
This is what heās been doing? This was more important than me?Ā
Clutching my keys tightly, I welcome the familiar biting against my skin. I recognize many of the faces, most of them having gone to school with Rafe.Ā
If it was any other night, I would have joined them. We were only 22 and yet have lived what seems to be a hundred lives. But, this is different. Heās different.Ā
Climbing up the staircase, I head to the balcony where I hear a familiar boast of laughter.Ā
I cleared my throat. āWhatās so funny?ā
Heads snap in my direction but my eyes are only on one. One that currently has a short black haired girl nearly in his lap. I recognize her as a bartender at one of the local grills/bars we frequent.Ā
āDonāt you look gorgeous-ā Topper attempts to run interference, but itās too late. I raise my hand to silence him. Iāve already seen everything I needed too.Ā
His body is positioned slightly in front of them as if I was going to body slam them. I might actually.Ā
āHey, wait! How did the donor dinner go?ā Topper's eyes dart to Rafeās. āThat was tonight right?ā
I see the moment everything clicks. His eyes rake down from my newly styled hair to the louboutins in my feet. Everything I wore from the jewelry on my body to the shoes on my feet he bought me, and Iāve never felt more sick.
Rafe clenches his eyes shut as he shakes his head. āFuck.ā
Fuck, indeed.
āGet out of my way, Topper.ā
He throws a worried glance to Rafe. āI think maybe-ā
āTop, give us a second.ā Rafe mutters tensely. He keeps his hard set gaze on me, drilling into me, almost as though heās daring me to move.Ā
Kelce stands up giving me an apologetic look. āRafe, man, thereās a bunch of people here.ā
I force myself to look away.Ā
āNot right now, Kells.āĀ
He wasnāt wrong. This house was full of people, but the only difference being that none of them matter. Not to me and not to Rafe.Ā
Steady. Keep steady and just breathe.Ā
āSo what should I do-ā
I look at him. Me or them? It was unsaid but he knew what I was asking him.Ā
āBack the fuck off and give me a fucking second with my girl.ā Rafe barks out, running a rough hand through the short cropped strands that brush against his forehead.Ā
Both hold their hands up in mock surrender before shuffling off to the side. The girl doesnāt get up.Ā
Topper coughs. āSophia.āĀ
Her eyes take me in with clear distaste. Her hand is still dangerously close to Rafeās waistband. I raise a single eyebrow giving her one last opportunity to move.Ā
She doesnāt. Not when Kelce calls out for her either.
Sophia made her bed. Setting my bag down, I take three big steps before Iām roughly shoving her off the couch sending her sprawling on the floor.Ā
Rafe letās out a curse but makes no move to help her. At least heās not stupid.
āGet out.ā The words leave no room for negotiation.
The glare she sends me is filled with ice. āI was invited.ā
Kelce lets out a groan before whispering,āIs she serious?ā
The fake smile Iāve perfected over the years decorated my face as I bent down to her height on the floor.Ā
Flashing my engagement ring in her face. āGet out of my fucking house.ā
That seems to shut her up and I watch with narrowed eyes as she struts away, Topper and Kelce in tow.
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears while my chest feels like itās going to explode. I turn around slowly to face my damnation.Ā
My heels click against the marble floor and with each step I take, the more the ache in my chest grows. Marching up to Rafe, I grab his chin and force him to look at me. Those familiar glacial blue eyes are red. His pupils are blown wide and my chest cracks wide open.Ā
Heās high.Ā
This is not how I want to be loved.Ā
This is what he wanted to do instead of being there for me. Instead of supporting me. Instead of loving me.Ā
Dying would be less painful.
Ā I stare directly into those eyes, searching for an answer, wondering when the love he felt for me slowly became indifference.
Iād almost rather there be a mistress rather than this cold indifference.
āDid you have fun at least?ā My words are soft but the intention is anything but.Ā
He says nothing. Instead Rafe studies me like Iām a wounded animal.Ā
Dark. Beautiful. Cruel.Ā
Those are the words Iād use to describe the man in front of me. The gaze that once felt like a soft caress on my skin now felt clinical.Ā
āIt seems like youāre having fun.ā I quip, flicking the small bag filled with familiar white powder.Ā
I thought I could fix him. I will not make that mistake again.
āI completely forgot-ā
āHow?ā I ask.Ā
His eyes narrow like heās trying to figure me out. āWork got insanely busy. You know how it is. Even if I own the place, Iām young and the older guys donāt respect me.ā
āIt was in your work calendar.āĀ
āNo, it wasnāt-ā
āIt was also on your personal calendar and our joint one. I had your assistant send you a reminder email. So my question is how?ā My voice wobbled and it was only by a small miracle that I didnāt throw something in his face. āHow did you forget the only thing Iāve asked you for?āĀ
Something flickered in his eyes. āIt wasnāt intentional. It slipped my mind.ā
āSomething I worked so hard to accomplish just slipped your mind?ā Exhaustion has finally got the better of me and I finally let him see just how much heās managed to chip away.Ā
āI should have been there for you and Iām so sorry,ā His throat flexed a hard swallow. āBut there will be other dinners.āĀ
The dull ache in my chest thrummed harder. Rafe was brushing this off, just like he always did. My skin flushed.Ā
At my silence, he braces his elbows on his knees and leans forward, tracking my every move. āI feel like youāre not understanding me.ā
āNo, I understand you just fine. It just wasnāt important enough for you.ā
He stilled. āThatās not what I meant and you know it.ā
Of course it wasnāt what he meant but heās managed to make me feel so insignificant. So small.Ā
āI know that youāve canceled most of our dates for work. Even an anniversary once. I know that you missed the grand opening of the shelter that I spent a year and half planning.ā I force the words out, each breath I take feeling like needles. āI asked for this one thing, Rafe and you couldnāt even give me that.āĀ
āWhat about everything I have given you? This house, the car you drive in, the clothes on your back, the boat?ā
Itās like Iām staring at 16 year old Rafe again. To him, material things were the equivalent to love. He couldnāt be farther from the truth.
I find that I was much happier when I had little to nothing, than I am now, sitting here with everything, in my gown and jewels.Ā
āI didn't ask for any of those things.ā By the stubborn gleam in his eyes, I knew he was going to fight me on everything.Ā
Lately, his tactic was always combative and it was easier to give in or to not say anything at all.Ā
Ā āNo, but you took them all the same. I fucked up, I get that. I know what this shelter means to you, but that doesnāt change the fact that you wouldnāt even have it if it werenāt for me.ā
A familiar buzzing filled my ears. His words were ugly but they werenāt a lie. Even my project was his. I had nothing of my own.
I wonder how many other people came to the same revelation. Maybe thatās why so many of them asked where he was? Because this accomplishment wasnāt mine, no clearly it was his.
There is not enough room in my chest for the ache he caused.Ā
Words canāt seem to make it to my lips. I think my brain has finally broken and realizes that no words I say will get him to change.Ā
Smoothing out my dress, I stand on shaky legs before kicking off my heels. He can keep them. With that, I leave him out on the porch and make a beeline towards our his room.Ā
Opening the closet doors, I reach for the suitcase before setting it on the bed. I wasnāt going to be like Mrs. Dune and waste away beside a man that used to love me, hoping that one day he will once more.Ā
āWhat the fuck are you doing?ā The words are hard and low.Ā
Rafe stands at the door, his arms crossed over his chest. His face is brewing with several emotions I can't quite place.Ā
It was funny. I haven't seen this much emotion from him in months.
I ignore him and toss some clothes from my dresser into the open suitcase, making sure to grab only the clothes I needed.
I slowly take off each piece of jewelry and set it on my vanity. He can keep everything he so gloriously mentioned he bought.Ā
āYou loved me once.ā I state, tilting my head to the side. I rake over every detail of his face, knowing Iāll never forget it.Ā
I loved him once too.Ā
His face morphed to one of confusion before disbelief. āI still love you. Thatās never changed.āĀ
I shake my head. āYes, it has.ā
Rafe stalks towards me, his hand reaching to burl around my neck while the other pulls me to him by my waist. Familiar cologne fills my lungs and I count to ten mentally. It was the same cologne I bought him when we first started dating.Ā
āI work too much, I know. Thatās my fault and Iāll cut back. Iāll be home more and we can spend time together. Iāll do better.ā Taking my chin between two fingers, he forces my eyes to his. I see the sincerity in his eyes but I know how this goes.Ā
The same way itās gone the last two times. Heāll beg me to stay, promise to change, and things will be good for a month before he slowly starts missing dates or canceling trips weāve planned months before. Then the cycle repeats.Ā
āNo.ā It was time to love myself. Since he clearly couldnāt do it. I will not allow myself to get lost in him again.Ā
āBaby, just wait. Will you wait-ā He huffs as I try to move around him. No such success as his towering body has me moving back and suddenly Iām caged in by his arms. āJust give me a second, okay?ā
āIāve given you years. I wonāt give you another second.āĀ
āTalk to me.ā His voice breaks. āPlease just talk to me.ā
Longing filled my body. Words Iāve been waiting to hear for months come so easily to him, but only when I already have one foot out the door.
Ā āIām alone.ā The words come out strangled. ā Iām alone in this. I have been for a long time.ā
āWhat do you mean? Baby, Iām right here.ā Rafeās gripping onto me tighter, almost like heās ensuring I donāt leave. āIām right here.ā
āYou're never here. Thatās exactly my point.āĀ
Rafeās eyes widen before he shakes his head wildly, staring at me like Iām speaking another language. āThatās not true-ā
āWhatās today?ā
āWhat?āĀ
āWhatās today?ā I repeat, my eyes never leaving his. I want to see every emotion that storms in his eyes, just to remind myself that he is capable of emotion after all.Ā
āFriday.āĀ
I smile at him sadly. Exactly my point. āI haven't seen you since Tuesday.āĀ
āNo, that canāt be right. I was with you when we had lunch with-ā He breaks off, reaching for his phone in his pocket. I watch as he pulls up his calendar, an action that mortifies me, and confirms our scheduled date.
Ā āTuesday.ā He whispers, shocked even.Ā
I wasnāt. Rafe had to check his calendar to confirm that last time heās seen his fiancĆ©.Ā
āYou used to come bring me lunch. If you were more than a couple hours, you always found your way to me or gave me a call that youāll be late.ā I shrugged, blinking back the tears stinging my eyes. āNow, I donāt think Iād get a call if you were in the hospital.ā
The buzzing in my ears intensifies.
Ā āYou didnāt tell me any of this. None of how you were feeling and you're ready to walk out the door without so much as an argument.ā A spark of my old Rafe appears as frustration dances across his face.
āI should have-ā
āYouāre giving up.ā He states, shaking his head in anger.Ā
Maybe I was. āIām tired of fighting for us. You gave up a long time ago.āĀ
Large hands curl around my cheeks, pulling me towards his face. Rafe rests his forehead on mine, his piercing blue eyes darting across my face in panic.Ā
āI love you. I love you.ā He knows heās grasping at straws, but we feel like strangers now. The words donāt feel like they used to. āYou know I love you.ā
Ā āThis isnāt how I want to be loved, Rafe. I see you every couple days, the only time weāre ever together is when we have sex.ā We lost sight of how we once were. The only thing that remained good between us was sex.Ā
That alone isnāt healthy. He goes to open his mouth but I cut him off.
āWe never talk and when we do, you donāt even listen to me. Your brain is always somewhere else.āĀ
āIām in a relationship with a ghost. Iām not letting you suck the life out of me anymore.ā My eyes catch the sparkling ring that once brought me such happiness. Now, it simply feels like a ball and chain.Ā
Before I can convince myself otherwise, I start to tug it off my finger when Rafe truly begins to panic.Ā
āDonāt do that. Please donāt do that.ā I try to hand it to him but Rafe jolts back like heās been burned. The look he gives my empty hand is nothing short of destroyed.
I think Iām going to throw up. His words are laced with raw grief that makes it hard for me to breathe.
āPut it back on.ā I hear the slight tremble in his voice.
āNo.ā My lips wobble.Ā
āPlease put it back on because if you donāt that means weāre over. Thatās not us. We arenāt supposed to end.ā
āRafe, donāt make this any harder than it already is.ā
āYouāre ripping my fucking heart out of my chest. This isnāt anywhere near hard, itās excruciating.ā Rafeās hand is notably shaking, but he tries to hide it by clenching and unclenching his palms.Ā
āWelcome to the last year of my life.ā The words are brutal but he needs to hear them.Ā
āYou promised me weād never end.āĀ
āYou promised to change. I guess we both lied.ā
Rafe raises his voice, his arms thrown up in the air in clear distress, āHow can you just stand there?ā
It was a miracle I havenāt collapsed on my shaky legs yet. The adrenaline pumping though my veins was the only thing getting me through this torture. āRafe, stop it.ā
āYou talk about indifference?ā Rafe lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head up at the ceiling. āWhoās heartless now, baby?ā
āYou donāt get to put this on me. Iāve given you years of my life, showered you with nothing but love and support. I asked for one night, one fucking night, in your busy schedule and you didnāt bother to show up, or send a simple text.ā I intake a sharp breath, pushing the hair out of my face with a shaky hand. āInstead, you threw a party in our home and got high.ā
I point a finger at his chest, staring at him with open heartbreak. āI needed you,ā The tightness in my chest finally pops as I choke on a loud sob, āI needed you and you werenāt there.ā
āI lost sight of whatās important to me. Iām just trying to give you everything-ā I cut him off.Ā
Grabbing the clothes I haphazardly tossed in the suitcase, āYou want this? Take it,ā I shove them into his chest, āTake all of it. I donāt want it. Iād give this all away in a heartbeat if it meant I could have you back.ā
I meant every word. I wanted my best friend back, the person I confided in and depended on. I wanted our late nights back watching trashy reality TV. We used to sit in the bathtub together basking in each other's company. Went on walks along the beach or took the boat out for hours, fucking on the deck, not caring that anyone could see.Ā
It used to be simple. He loved me and I loved him.Ā
āIām angry, baby.Iām so damn angry all the time. At my fucking dad for always having these impossible expections. Then he goes and dies, leaving me without a clue on how to manage everything.ā Rafe sags against the wall, exhaustion marring his features, his blue eyes pleading for me to understand. āI feel like Iām drowning all the time.ā
I had no idea this was how he was feeling. But, he never let me in. āYou could have told me, weāre supposed to be partners in this. You asked me to marry you!ā
I think deep down I know that he felt me slipping through his fingers at one point. He could see clearly how unhappy Iāve become and thatās why he proposed. And maybe just like him, I thought the proposal could fix us. This proposal was being manipulated on both ends, it was doomed from the start.
You canāt fix whatās already broken.Ā
āMy head has basically been a war zone and Iām losing. The only thing keeping me sane is that I know, when I walk through that door,ā he points to our bedroom door, āIām going to find you in our bed. Every. Single. Night.āĀ
āI canāt let the ugly touch you.ā My heart splits into two at his words. Words I know feel like acid leaving his mouth. āYouāre the only thing I have left.ā
āThen you should have taken better care of me. You should have let me take care of you.āĀ
āFuck,ā He screams, bending down and swiping the lamp clean of the nightstand. The lamp goes flying into the wall, shattering into hundreds of pieces and my eyes are drawn to them. I canāt help but think it reminds me of us.
Dragging my eyes back to his, I fight the urge to wrap him in my arms. Seeing him in pain has never brought me joy, but this was brutal. His eyes shined with unmistakable tears, realizing the strength of my resolve.Ā
There was no going back this time. There was no trying again. I didnāt have another try in me.Ā
I grip onto the fabric of my dress moving towards him, my heart pounding out of my chest. He moves instantly, holding out his hand to guide me over the shattered lamp. Why couldnāt he be like this months ago?
Why did he let it get this bad? Why couldnāt he love me?
Now, standing in front of him, I let myself one deep breath, basking in the comforting smell of him. A large hand curls around my neck, his grip strong and firm, demanding my attention. His blue eyes are daunting and so intense, I find myself fighting the urge to look away.
āIām going to get you back.ā
āTake it, Rafe.ā I whisper, uncurling his limp hand, āTake it. It doesnāt mean what I want it to.ā
Tears blur my vision as I fumble with the ring he refuses to take.
Ā Rafe shakes his head, clenching his jaw tightly. āThereās no point in taking it off if itās gonna go right back there in a couple weeks. ā
I canāt help but smile at the determination in his voice. He sounds like the old Rafe and for a second I see a glimmer of who he used to be.
Ā He had me. Then he lost me.Ā
This is not how I want to be loved.Ā
āIf spending the next few months without you means that I get to spend a lifetime with you, I can manage. Iāll do whatever I have to.Ā But donāt think for a second that there is anyone else on this entire fucking planet meant for you.ā
Thatās how I want to be loved. Too little too late.
I drop the ring.
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The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 2
Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader
Series: Series Masterlist
Warnings: MDNI, general filth, threesome, smut, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), and Rhaenyra ātalks you through itā Targaryen
Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra
Words: ~1.6K
Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!
Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.
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āDarling, you need to wake up,ā Rhaenyra coaxes, stroking her fingers through your hair. āThe tournament is today and the maids have already drawn you a bath.ā
You groan, rolling away from your wife and back into Daemonās warm side. āFive more minutes,ā you grumble.Ā
Rhaenyra snorts out a laugh, āwe both know what that will turn into.ā
āItās not fair,ā you whine. āWhy does Daemon get to sleep in? Isnāt he competing in this damn thing?ā You pull the blankets up over your head in an attempt to shut out the light.
Rhaenyra yanks the blankets down, and the sudden chill from the morning air is enough to wake both you and Daemon. āNow youāre both up.ā
You grumble, rolling out of bed and attempting to wipe the sleep from your eyes. āCan you pick a dress for me, Nyra?āĀ
Rhaenyra hums her agreement and rifles through your wardrobe to find something ātourney-appropriate.ā You gaze at your wife, awestruck. Itās been six months since you woke up in Westeros. Y/N from a year ago couldnāt even imagine herself married, let alone to someone like Rhaenyra and Daemon. But now? You couldnāt really fathom life without them. Things were justā¦.easy with them. Of course you argued, but the three of you never went to bed angry. You werenāt one to believe in soulmates, but the way they fit so effortlessly into you could convince you otherwise.
You softly pad across the room, sliding your arms around Rhaenyraās waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. Pecking her cheek, you watch as she sifts through the wardrobe. āDoes it really matter what I wear?ā
āThis is your first public outing since you lost your memories, of course it matters,ā Rhaenyra chides. āI want this day to be perfect for you.ā
You laugh light, nuzzling into Nyra and trailing kisses up her neck. āIf you want this day to be perfect, we could just forget the tourney and make our own entertainment here.āĀ
āYouāre insatiable.ā Rhaenyra says, turning around to kiss you deeply. You moan into her mouth as she grips your hips and pulls you closer into her. She nips at your lower lip, drawing a gasp from you. Your hands fly up to grip her hair, the white locks soft and neat despite last nightās activities.
Rhaenyra breaks the kiss, hands trail up your sides as she pulls your shift up and over your head. You shiver at the cool air, but Nyra chases that away as she kisses and nips her way down your neck. A curse is stuck in your throat as Rhaenyra plucks at your nipple with deft fingers. Your hands cradle her head as you try to pull her back up into a kiss, but Nyra bats ur hands away and laves her tongue over your nipple. āNyra, please,ā you whine.
She glances to the bed behind, a smirk playing on her lips. āIt appears we have an audience,ā she purrs. You look over your shoulder to see Daemon, lounging on the bed in nothing more than his wedding rings. His back is against the headboard as he lazily strokes his cock. āWhat do you say darling?ā Rhaenyra asks as she turns you to face Daemon fully. āShould we give him a show?ā
You nod desperately, wanting nothing more than for Rhaenyra to touch you again.
āUse your words.ā Daemonās voice is gravely from sleep.Ā
āPlease.ā
āPlease?ā Rhaenyra teases. āI canāt give you anything unless you tell me exactly what it is you want.ā Her left arm slides around your waist, holding you in place.
āPlease touch me.āĀ Ā
āI am touching you.ā She nibbles at your ear as she tightens her grip on your waist.
āYou know what I me-ā
āOh I donāt think I do. Where does my needy little dragon want to be touched?ā Rhaenyra asks. āHere?ā Her right hand ghosts across your cheek. āOr maybeā¦.here?ā Her hand falls to tweak at your nipple.Ā
āAh-ā
āNo, I think you want me here,ā Nyra purrs as she slips a hand between your thighs. You widen your stance, rocking your hips forward into her palm. She rubs tight circles on your clit as she reaches her other hand up to pluck at your nipples.
āYou give in to her too easily,ā Daemon chastises. āIf you keep spoiling her like this, sheāll never want to leave our chambers.ā
āMy prince, donāt you have a tournament to prepare for?ā you say as you turn your head to catch Nyraās lips.
āHmm, mouthing off are we?ā Daemon hums in response. āI can think of a far better use for those pretty lips.ā
āIf you win today, I just might consider putting these āpretty lipsā to a use,ā you tease.
Daemonās gaze darkens and he motions you forward as he shifts to sit on the edge of the bed, spreading his thighs. You lick your lips in anticipation, stalking forward and dropping to your knees before him. Nuzzling into his knee, you kiss up his thigh and stop as you reach his cock. āOpen,ā he orders, slapping his cock lightly against your tongue.Ā
You shift your thighs, trying to get some friction. āThereās my obedient little slut,ā Daemon purrs. āAll that fire just disappears the second sheās on her knees.ā
His fingers wind into your hair, guiding his cock into your mouth. You eagerly lap at the head of his cock, lightly sucking. āThatās it,ā he moans. āKeep going, my love. Take me a little deeper.ā
You moan as you bob your head to take him deeper, sliding a hand between your legs to toy with your clit.Ā
āNone of that.ā Rhaenyra says, pulling your hand away from your core before her hands replace Daemonās to grip your hair. She sets a harder pace than Daemon, fucking your mouth down onto his cock.Ā
Spit drips down your chin as your moans vibrate along his shaft. āFuck,ā Daemon swears. āYou feel so good, my loveātaking me so well.ā
āLike sheās made for us,ā Rhaenyra finishes.Ā
Your hands grip at Daemonās thighs as you fall into Nyraās rhythm. You gag lightly as she forces you down a little too far. She pulls you back instantly, kissing your forehead in an apology before guiding you back down.Ā
āJust like that,ā she murmurs. āCan you take a little more?āĀ
You attempt to nod as she slowly presses you down, and you feel the head of his cock bump the back of your throat.
āGods,ā Daemon moans.Ā
āFuck, look at you.ā Rhaenyra murmurs. āHalfway down his cock and gagging for more. You can keep going for me, canāt you?ā
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but youāre determined. You swallow around his cock as you let Rhaenyra guide you down.
āEyes up, I want to watch as you take me down your throat.ā
Your eyes flutter as you meet his gaze. You struggle to get the last few inches, but even your breathing before sliding home.Ā
āGood girl,ā Rhaenyra purrs. āHold it.ā Her hand holds you firmly down at the base of Daemonās cock. āRight there.ā
āFuck, Iām so close.ā Daemon breaths out. He moans, his hips bucking lightly as he struggles to restrain himself from fucking your face.
āCan you take it for us?ā Nyra leans down to nip at your earlobe. āI want you to make Daemon come. You can do that, just a little more.ā
Daemon swears as his restraint breaks. He thrusts up into your mouth, and you grip his thighs tighter in response. He climaxes with a low groan. Rhaenyra grips your hair harder, pulling your head back so youāre staring up at her.
āDonāt swallow,ā she orders. āOpen wide, let me see the mess he made.ā You whine, eyes rolling back at her words. Your mouth drops open, and Rhaenyra groans at the sight. She leans down, kissing you fiercely, swiping her tongue across yours to taste Daemonās cum.
You moan into the kiss, pulling at her dress in an attempt to get it off.Ā
āLater love,ā she says, pulling away from you. āYour bath is getting cold.ā
āBut I didnāt-ā
āWe know,ā Daemon smiles wickedly. āBut I have a tourney to prepare for.ā He wanders over to the wardrobe, pullings a pair of pants on before stopping to plant a kiss on your lips.
āNot fair,ā you whine. āI didnāt get to come.ā Your hands reach for his waistband.
āNo,ā Daemon scolds, clasping your hands together in his larger one and wrenching your body into his. āYouāre not in charge here. Youāre going to listen and obey like a good little girl.ā You whine in response, nodding furiously in agreement. Suddenly, Rhaenyraās warm body brushes up against your back. She nibbles lightly at your ear before kissing and licking her way down your neck.
āNo need to be cruel,ā Rhaenyra purrs. āOur little dragon is just begging for attention the only way she knows how.ā
You whimper, canting your hips into Daemonās. He slides a thigh between yours, pressing it up against your cunt. Your eyes roll back and you moan at the friction. āPlease,ā you breathe out, your teary eyes meeting his.Ā
āLater,ā Daemon promises. āAfter I win the tournament, I promise to lock you in these rooms and fuck that needy cunt until youāre begging me to stop.ā
NOTE: Should Iā¦..turn this into an actual series with an actual plotā¦.nahhhh. Maybe later. For now Iām just enjoying writing their dynamic. Canāt wait to drop part 3 for yaāll.- Lacie <3
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Letās say Levi has a crush on reader but someone else also is pursuing reader. This someone else could be on a similar level to Levi but not necessarily his friend. I just more like to see what people think Levi would act like if he finally talks himself into pursuing reader but turns out he has ācompetitionā in a way
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How are you?! Sorry for the late reply! Don't thank me for answering! Thank you for coming to my blog and asking.
Mh, LOVE IT. You knowā¦ have you listened to the song "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift? Haha, well, that's Levi LMAO.
I feel, with a hand on my heart, y'all know I love this man, but he simply cannot compete with someone in any field related to social implications. Has Levi finally talked himself into pursuing someone and trying to get his feelings across? Great, he thinksāI'll clarifyāHE THINKS that he's being rather OBVIOUS. Maybe for those who know him, they would also notice Levi is interested in this person because he's not behaving like his regular self. But for the poor reader he's trying to court? ā¦ he's simply being nice HAHA.
This man would think that stopping by that person's job (if they have a bakery, tea shop, etc., for example) regularly, buying, and having a very small chit-chat is "flirting." He thinks that, if this person is a scout, asking them if they need anything from downtown or if they want a tea is CLEAR that he wants something with them. No.
So if someone else is pursuing the person he loves and has more social skills than him (which is not something hard to have), there's a high chance that person would take the lead in the "race for the reader's heart." Maybe they are more outgoing, charismatic, extroverted, etc., and they take the lead. Levi would be jealous, 100%. He would get grumpy, angry, etc., but always at himself.
I can picture him muttering and cursing at himself under his breath while working, "I'm an idiot, I'm stupid. YoUr HaIR DoESn't lOOk ThAt ShITTy toDAY," mocking his own voice, and then groaning in frustration. "ā¦ my mom must have dropped me as a baby or Kenny's kicks really damaged my brain. I can't be this stupid," realizing that this other person says "smooth shit," as he would call it, and he simply can't.
Especially because Levi's love language is acts of serviceā¦ mixed with degradation lmao. "Give that, you're going to drop it," and he will carry stuff for them. "You look like shit, tch, just sit down, I'll do it," and he brews them a tea and brings them something to eat.
Levi is a grower in people. I can 100% see him having feelings for this person for months, years perhaps. Maybe they even consider and go for a relationship with Levi's competitor, and it doesn't work out, etc., and they have grown close to Levi. Something he says or does makes the reader snap and say, "ā¦ are you flirting with me, Captain?"
Levi would look stoic as ever but slightly defeated mixed with embarrassment and say, "Yeah, for the past year. Thank you for finally noticing."
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Levi alone in his office: "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along. So, why can't you see? You belong with me."
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tw // noncon. yes its rape dont ask me no stupid fucking questions
yesterday (over a month ago technically) i couldnāt stop thinking about apologetic rapist haechan like ugghhhhhhhhhh
walk with me. this is a man you trust to have in your home, spending time watching movies and playing video games together in between your stressful livesā¦ youāve confided in each other about all of your problems, big or small, and chat about everything under the sun. you give him advice that he doesnāt listen to, then has the audacity to complain afterwards. heās got a spare key to your place and youāve got one to his, and all your boyfriends over the years feel like they have to compete with him, but the thought is ridiculous to you. compete with haechan romantically? itās laughable. sure the guy has seen you half naked, but itās not like that, youāre comfortable, youāve never seen him ogle you or heard him make some unsolicited comment about your body that even strangers have madeā¦ why would anyone have to compete with haechan? heās your best friend, nothing more, nothing less.
youāre not sure how you couldāve been so wrong. the way you see it, the haechan you thought you knew wouldnāt take advantage of how comfortable you feel around him, the fact that you let him share a bed with you every now and then. itās not necessarily strange for his hands to wander around you, heās clingy and unconsciously does it in his sleep, but it is strange for them to be so firm at your hips, nails digging into your skin, sounds that arenāt soft snores falling from his whiny lips.
confusion dwindles. betrayal stings your eyes. haechan sees it, too. he lifts his head up, tosses the hair out his face, and meets your eyes. thereās no arrogant shimmer to his eyes or smug smile to his face; the opposite. thereās shame and guilt and sadness, you want to think, and he beats you to a word, uttering, āiām sorryā¦ā
but heās not sorry enough to stop. not even when you struggle against him, trying to wrestle your way out of his arms. you and haechan would play fight all the time, but you never realized just how strong he really was until you try to wrestle out of his arms and he pins your arms in place, whispering, āplease. i donāt want to hurt you.ā
but he would if he felt he had to. youāre in disbelief, the ugliest feeling festering inside your chest as it tightens so hard you can hardly breathe. when you beg him to stop, he says, āi canāt.ā because you feel so much better than heās ever imagined, and heās imagined it a lot, and he just ācanāt resistā himself. his eyes are misty, out of pleasure or out of shame, but either way, he needs to do this. he has to.
he canāt look you in your eyes. he canāt look at your face at all, really. he knows what heāll see, the tears pouring from your eyes that gleam with a fierce blend of betrayal and despair and ire and disbelief. haechan doesnāt want to see you that way. having to hear your sniffles, knowing itās all his fault, is bad enough. but in spite of the pangs of guilt that really do tear at his chest, heās still in the middle of you, holding you in place, using your body for his own relief. so he just keeps his clasp on your hips, squeezing his eyes closed, and mutters, āiām sorryā¦,ā over and over and over again, hoping itās enough. hoping that youāll bring yourself to forgive him.
itās not like itās long before itās over. haechanās not proud of it but youāre all heās been able to think about and itās not like heās ever hit a pussy raw before, if ever. you feel so filthy when he pulls out of you - his cum gushing out of your hole - and so broken. haechan says heāll help you clean, but youāre rushing over to the bathroom and locking yourself inside before he has a chance to do anything. he hurriedly pulls on his pants and spends a long ten minutes knocking on the door, trying to get you to open it even after you scream at him to leave you alone, but he can hear the shower running from the other side. and he decides to leave you alone for now.
haechan tries to make it up to you, he really does. he doesnāt want you to hate him. you have to understand. your body was calling to him, enticing him, and he tried so hard but he couldnāt control it anymore. heās gone when you return from a really, really long shower that you took in hopes of feeling less dirty, but to no avail. every bit of relief you feel at his absence, which isnāt much considering that pieces of him linger everywhere - on your sheets and in your aching bones and everywhere in between - fades when you hear the front door click open and he returns with your favorite takeout in hand. itās his way of showing you that heās still your best friend, that he still knows and loves you, that heās sorry.
youāre not hungry. you have no appetite after that. haechan tries to get you to eat, but the second he comes near you, you flinch away from him. you never thought the day would come, but you are scared of him. heās not the haechan you thought he was, no matter how hard he tries to convince you that he still is. you beg him to go, to leave you alone, but he doesnāt listen. he never does.
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DILUTE ME!
this is meant for older audiences, but if you are under the age of 18, i can not stop you from reading this.
story contains: light suggestive themes, yandere themes, ren/[REDACTED] should be a warning itself, mentions of murdering, etc. reader is a bit timid and shy when with [REDACTED] in this but theyāre usually sultry and sweet.
context: yandere! reader gets over their sick and twisted ways of showing their love but finds it hard to keep it in once getting with their partner. gn! reader
you didnāt know what lend to this. you swore you got over the tendencies, the habit, the absolute anger youād feel once you see another person thatās not you making a move on whatās supposed to be yours. why did he let this happen? why was this girl flirting with him infront of you?
your lips pulled itself into a tight line, your face pulling a look of absolute disgust, keeping the thought of bashing her head into the brick wall at bay, but how long could you keep it in until you just gave in and did every horrible thing possible to her?
god, how much longer will she try? actually, why hasnāt ren said anything yet? your eyes shifted from her figure to his, catching every detail of their face snd engraving it into memory. it didnāt matter how many times you do it, they look better every time you do.
your mouth went to open before it shut when she let out an obnoxious laugh. your eyebrow twitched, clutching onto your boyfriends hand even tighter, biting your tongue back. please, please, please, you thought you were better than this. unfortunately, youāve went back to your default settings.
āleave them alone, you tramp.ā you muttered under your breath, letting her only hear it (not knowing he picked it up aswell) before you scoffed at her and pulled ren away. mind was racing with different ways to dispose of her, as ren could only stare at you with puppy eyes.
back to your shared room, you stripped yourself out of your clothes, digging through his clothes and putting them on. any sort of reminder of them as you kept going back to the girl who kept flirting with them. who the hell did she think she was?
ren saw the way you glared at her, saw the way you bit your tongue back to snap at her when she got a little close, they loved it. now, watching you mentally mutter insults to yourself about that unknown whilst in their clothing, all he could think about was you.
how your scent would linger in their clothing, how you were so willingly to strip in front of him and wear their clothing. you looked so small in it, compared to him. ren watched you turn your back away from them, a slight twinge pulled at his chest. were you mind at him?
āare you mad at me, angel?ā one of their hands lifted his oversized shirt on, trailing their fingers up and down your back, feeling your smooth skins and the way you shivered from his touch. āiāiām not mad at you.ā the way you ended your sentence with venom made him smile a bit.
ren trailed their fingers over to your stomach until wrapping his arm around it and pulling you back to his chest, hearing you yelp at the sudden pull. from this position, ren could see the growing blush from your cheeks as you tried hiding it in your arm and pillow.
ādidā¦ did you think she was cute?ā their real name slipped from your tongue, and he couldnāt help but pull a face of disgust when you asked. she couldnāt compete to you in any other way. ren kept a note in disposing her later once you fell asleep, they didnāt want you to think he was attracted to her.
ren placed small kisses onto the back of your neck, hearing you breathe softly each time he made in contact with your skin, āyouāre all i want.ā their voice was muffled against the crook of your neck, as you flipped around and placed a gentle hand on his cheeks, a soft smile on your face.
āgo to sleep, okay? i promise to give you treat later. remember? poorly behaved dogs get not treat.ā fuck, that was hot. once you say that, there was no turning back, the both of you would last hours. renās eyes widened until their lips pulled into a light smirk, his hand going to the back of your head and pulling you into a deep kiss.
your hand slid down to his chest, finding itself slipping underneath their clothing and resting it there. a light moan escaped your mouth when ren took control, his tongue slipped into your mouth, marking every inch of it until they pulled away, a string of saliva a reminder.
ren went back to placing kisses on your neck, sometimes nipping at it if he felt a like a tease, grinning whenever you would release a small whine. your hands played with his hair, waiting until he fell asleep to execute your plan. a devious smile pulled onto your lips, hearing the breathes of the one you love.
you pulled away lightly, making sure you didnāt wake them up as you placed a pillow to be a substitute for you until you came back. this will be the only time youāll resort back to your old ways, dressing in all back, grabbing a pair of latex gloves and a box cutter. as much as you wanted to do worse, this will have to do.
finding her wasnāt hard to do, she was walking around clearly under the influence, and you couldnāt help but snort at how stupid of a bimbo she was. you dragged her back to a secluded spot, keeping a hand over her mouth as you tossed her to the ground and went to stab the box cutter deep into the side of her neck.
you stayed in that position, maybe pushing it into her neck deeper for safety measures (when really you just wanted to get in more stabs). you pushed her to the side, putting the box cutter into your pocket and pulling the black mouth mask down, a judging look on your face.
disposing her body was easy, killing her was easy tooā everything was easy actually. you didnāt need to do anything extreme to get rid of her. you quietly sneak back inside your home, stretching your limbs and taking the gloves off. you opted to throw the box cutter away but decided to keep it as a reminder that you had killed somebody again.
a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to something as a half scream half yelp was muffled when a hand came to your mouth. you thrusted aroundā¦ until a familiar voice whispered into your ear, ānow where were you, angel? didāya really leave me to solve my own problem?ā you knew what he meant by problem but that didnāt bother you when you remembered you were covered in blood.
ārenā let me goāā their hold against you tightened, they took a piece of your ear into his mouth and nibbled on it, āso, howād you kill her? stab her? strangled her? come onā you couldāve left her to me!ā the way he said it sent a chilling shiver down your spine; what the hell did they mean?
he turned you around, wiping off some excess blood on your cheek with a lovesick smile. god, you looked so good like this. āwhat are you talking about?ā you whispered, renās lips inches away from yours as their eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.
āyāknow what iām talking about.ā
your eyebrows were pulled into a frown, why isnāt he finding this weird? āyouāre not disgusted by me?ā ren let out a sigh, his next words being muffled by your lips, āi can never be disgusted by you.ā you pulled away slightly, lips parted and pupils blown out, eyes flickering from their lips to their eyes nervously.
ābut i killed someoneā¦ā
āand i enjoyed every minute of it.ā the way ren said it made butterflies flutter in your chest, but yet you still felt disgusted by yourself. you promised you wouldnāt resort back to your old ways, yet you couldnāt help yourself. the way she decided to flirt with him in front of you, made you want to feel the same feeling youād get whenever someone decided to get too cozy with something that was yours.
ren noticed the lack of words, bringing you into a comforting kiss, feeling you relax in their hold as you slowly kissed back. knowing the extremes youād take for him, he couldnāt help but feel flattered that youāll do that for him.
ācome on, how ābout that treat iām supposed to be getting?ā ren shoved the black sweater off you, lips still interlocked as they placed their phone on the kitchen counter,
ā¦ as photos of you stalking and killing the women appeared on his phone.
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Hi!š I donāt remember if your request are open or not! (If itās not then itās okay <3
I was wondering if I can request a buck X reader maybe a own a dog together maybe the dog loves the reader more then buck and buck is losing it because the buck will do anything to be with the reader šbut the dog is is like (No that my mom stay away) and itās kinda like they going to war with each other ššand reader is like ) umm itās a dog buck)
Thank you!ā¤ļøš
ATTENTION THIEF ā E.BUCKLEY
it was buckās idea to rescue a dog, but it was you itād gotten attached to. buck wasnāt all to happy with this new āarrangementā.
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Buck had never thought he'd be jealous of a dog. Not in a million years. He was Evan Buckley, firefighter extraordinaire, lifesaver, andāhe liked to thinkāirresistible to anyone he set his sights on. But here he was, locked in a silent, brutal war with a four-legged furball over the love of his lifeāyou.
It had started out sweet. The two of you had decided to rescue a dog together, a 7 year old goofy Golden Retriever named Max. You'd always wanted a dog, and Buck thought it would be a fun addition to your life, something the two of you could share.
Except Max had other plans.
At first, Buck didnāt notice. Max seemed friendly enough, licking Buckās face the day you brought him home and wagging his tail enthusiastically whenever Buck walked into the room. But things quickly changed. Slowly, subtly, Max began staking his claimāon you.
It was small things at first. Max would always sit right by your feet, leaning into you, while Buck got left with empty space. When Buck tried to get some cuddle time on the couch, Max would leap in between, forcing Buck to the side, his big golden head resting contentedly in your lap.
"Aw, Buck, look how cute he is!" you'd coo, scratching Max behind the ears. Buck would try to smile, but inside, he felt a little pang of irritation. Cute? Sure. But there was something territorial in the way Max looked at him, as if saying, Back off, buddy. She's mine.
Still, Buck tried to shake it off. After all, it was just a dog.
But then things escalated.
One morning, Buck had woken up early, hoping to surprise you with breakfast in bed. He cooked your favorite, carefully arranging everything on a tray. As he made his way to the bedroom, he imagined your face lighting up with gratitude and love.
But when he got to the top of the stairs, he froze. There you were, still asleep, but you werenāt alone. Max was curled up beside you, his head resting on your stomach, looking perfectly at ease in Buck's spot. Worse, when Buck tiptoed closer, Max cracked open one eye, stared at him, and then let out a low grumble.
"Really?" Buck whispered in disbelief, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
Max's grumble only got louder, as if to say, Donāt even think about it.
Buck blinked, looking from Max to you, still peacefully unaware of the brewing battle beside you. He sighed, backing away with the tray, defeated.
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It only got worse from there. Any time Buck tried to show you affection, Max would be there, inserting himself into the moment. Trying to hold hands? Max would shove his nose between you. Trying to kiss you? Max would bark until the two of you had to laugh and pull apart.
You thought it was adorable.
Buck thought it was sabotage.
"Am I seriously competing with the dog?" Buck asked one night as he flopped onto the couch, rubbing his temples.
You glanced up from your book, a smile playing on your lips. "Buck, heās a dog."
"Yeah, but look at him!" Buck gestured wildly to Max, who was sitting by your side, looking smug. "Heās doing it on purpose. Heās trying to steal you from me!"
You chuckled and set your book down, moving to sit beside Buck. "I think you're being a little dramatic."
"Dramatic?" Buck huffed. "You didn't see the way he growled at me this morning! I tried to sit next to you in bed, and he nearly bit me!"
Max yawned innocently, stretching out on the floor as if he hadnāt a care in the world.
"He's protective, Buck. He loves me."
"I love you!" Buck shot back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "And I canāt even get a minute alone with you without him getting in the way."
You gave him a sympathetic smile and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You know I love you too, right?"
Before Buck could respond, Max was on his feet, barking loudly and nudging his way between you two as if sensing the affection and wanting to claim it for himself.
"See?!" Buck threw his hands up in exasperation. "This is what Iām talking about!"
"Alright, alright," you laughed, pulling Max back gently. "Max, down." He obeyed but continued to stare at Buck, as if daring him to make another move.
Buck narrowed his eyes at the dog. "It's on, buddy."
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From that moment, Buck became determined to win this war. Heād do anything to reclaim his rightful spot as your number one.
He tried spoiling Max with treats, thinking he could bribe him into submission. But Max would take the treats, then immediately return to you, acting as if Buck hadnāt just handed him a piece of bacon.
He tried taking Max out for extra-long walks, hoping to tire him out so heād leave you alone. But no matter how long the walk, Max always seemed to have boundless energy when it came to staying by your side.
One evening, Buck tried sitting on the couch with you, waiting until Max was in another room before sneaking in for some cuddle time.
The moment you leaned into Buckās arms, Max barreled into the room like a furry missile, leaping onto the couch and wedging himself between you two with a satisfied huff.
"Are you kidding me?!" Buck groaned, glaring at the dog. "I can't take this anymore."
You just laughed, patting Max on the head. "Come on, Buck. You can share."
"Share?" Buck looked at you like you'd lost your mind. "He's trying to kick me out of my own relationship!"
You leaned over and kissed Buckās temple. "Well, I have enough love for both of you."
Buck grumbled, eyeing Max, who was currently wagging his tail, victorious.
"Fine," Buck muttered, leaning back against the couch with an exaggerated sigh. "But this isnāt over."
Max wagged his tail harder, as if agreeing.
And so the battle continuedāBuck versus Max, two stubborn competitors vying for your attention.
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One Saturday morning, you woke up to the sound of a vacuum whirring outside the underneath the loft bedroom of Buckās apartment. You blinked, confused, and glanced over to find Max still snuggled up beside you, blissfully unaware of whatever Buck was up to. Curious, you slipped out of bed and padded down the stairs.
In the living room, you found Buck in full cleaning modeāvacuuming, dusting, and even scrubbing the windows. His face was set in a determined expression, and he looked up as you entered, flashing you a grin.
"Morning, babe! Just thought I'd get a head start on the chores," he said cheerily, though the way he kept glancing at Max made you suspicious.
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Buck, you never clean this early. Whatās going on?"
Buck shrugged, a little too casually. "Nothing, just... you know, being helpful. Thought maybe you'd appreciate some undistracted time together after this."
Just as you were about to respond, Max trotted into the room, stretching lazily before sitting right at your feet. Buckās smile faltered, but he recovered quickly.
"Great timing, buddy!" Buck said, grabbing a lint roller from the counter. "Youāre getting a makeover today."
Max tilted his head in confusion, but before he could react, Buck started running the lint roller over his golden fur, collecting loose hairs like a man on a mission.
"Buck, what are youā"
"I read online that dogs love being groomed," Buck explained with feigned innocence, holding up the roller like it was some prized weapon. "Iām bonding with him. You know, man to dog."
Max blinked up at you, clearly unimpressed, and let out a quiet whine.
You stifled a laugh. "I think heās fine, Buck. You donāt have toā"
"Nah, he needs this. Iām sure heāll thank me later.ā
Buck was relentless, following Max around with the lint roller, determined to prove his point. But Max, who had started out merely confused, now seemed outright annoyed. Heād walk to you, Buck would follow. Heād lay down, and Buck would be right there, rolling away at his fur.
Finally, Max had enough. With a grumpy huff, he darted out of the room and curled up in his bed, out of Buck's reach.
Buck watched him go, then turned to you with an accomplished grin. "See? Problem solved."
"Uh-huh," you said, shaking your head with an amused smile. "You realize this is a little ridiculous, right?"
Buck dropped the lint roller and flopped onto the couch dramatically. "What do you expect me to do? He's always there! I canāt get five minutes alone with you anymore."
You walked over to stand between his legs, gently running a hand through his hair. "You donāt need to fight him for my attention, you know. Youāre still my number one, Buck."
He gave you a skeptical look. "Tell that to Max."
You leaned down to kiss him softly. "I think youāre forgetting how much I love you."
Buckās expression softened as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. "I just miss having you all to myself sometimes."
Before you could respond, there was a soft bark from the hallway. You both turned to see Max peeking around the corner, watching the two of you with a curious tilt of his head.
"Donāt even think about it," Buck warned, holding you a little tighter.
Max, clearly unbothered by the threat, padded over to the couch, hopped up, and wedged himself between you and Buck with expert precision. Buck groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the cushions.
"Youāve got to be kidding me."
You burst out laughing, scratching Max behind the ears as he settled in. "Guess weāll just have to get used to being a package deal," you teased, nudging Buck with your elbow.
Buck shook his head, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "This isnāt over, Max."
Max licked Buckās cheek, wagging his tail in response, as if to say, Bring it on.
#9 1 1#evan buckley#evan buckley x reader#9 1 1 fanfiction#buck x reader#evan buckley fluff#oliver stark
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Genshin Men in Relationships (SFW)
There are characters I left out lmk if anyone would like a version for them as well!
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Alhaitham
ā”Everything this man does is calculated
ā”From the moment he saw you he knew he had to plan to win you over
ā”Usually, his intellect is enough to impress but you were differentĀ
ā”You didn't see him as a brain you saw him as a person
ā”Not only were his thoughts valued but his feelings mattered to you
ā”Alhaitham had never been treated that way before and because of that he will make you the happiest person on the planet
ā”He likes to share what he knows with you and likes to sit you down with a cup of tea as he goes over his findings and ideas
ā”Absolutely loves to hear your thoughts and opinionsĀ
ā”A common date spot for you two is on a blanket in the forestĀ
ā”He enjoys setting up picnics where you can enjoy nature and be aloneĀ
ā”He has never missed an important day and does a surprisingly good job at planning celebrations
ā”For a man who comes across as cold and unfeeling, he takes a lot of time finding the things that you like and including them in all aspects of lifeĀ
Arataki Itto
ā”This ball of energy naturally makes one of the best boyfriends
ā”Everything he does is full of passion and care
ā”He includes you in everything he does as he wants to 1) have you by his side at all times and 2) needs someone to wheel him back in when he starts getting out of hand
ā”You are slightly more level-headed than he is so it works outĀ
ā”He likes to compete with you turning mundane tasks into a race or seeing who can eat more in one sittingĀ
ā”It's all for fun and no matter who wins or loses you both are in good spirits
ā”Arataki Itto is a handsy lover who always wants to have some level of physical contact with you
ā”He holds your hand, has you on his lap, piggyback rides, or will fall asleep on you
ā”He absolutely adores you, seeing you is like watching a sunrise no matter what is going on seeing you brings a smile to his faceĀ
ā”Very playful and enjoys lovingly teasing you
ā”Big on holding things above your head knowing that you cannot reach it
ā”He never does anything maliciously, he just adores the look on your face when youāre slightly grumpy
Diluc
ā”One of the most protective lovers available
ā”He is not overbearing but he is not letting anyone lay a finger on you
ā”Diluc is a little gruff but he cares about you very deeplyĀ
ā”Part of protecting you is spoiling you
ā”Dates with him are dinners with the most beautiful sceneryĀ
ā”You will be presented with random gifts almost daily so prepare for that
ā”Nothing is too good for youĀ
ā”Big fan of walking with you around his propertyĀ
ā”It allows for the enjoyment of nature while having absolute privacy with you
ā”Diluc is the kind of lover to sit with you on a mountaintop while watching the sunset but the entire time his eyes never leave you
ā”There is no view that can top your beauty he is sure of that and while those words may never leave his mouth you know this every time you catch him staring at you
ā”You are the most important thing in the world to him. Each day he will do what needs to be done to keep you with him
Kaeya
ā”The two of you share an enemies-to-lovers story as you could not stand each other when you first metĀ
ā”This went on for a few weeks until Jean had enough of your fighting and forced you two to patrol the same very small area
ā”When you two heard each other out you found that you both had a lot in common
ā”Since then, Kaeya does not leave your side
ā”He likes to constantly try to impress you
ā”You could be together for years and he would still be the suave man who comes in to save the day
ā”He is like Diluc in the sense that he is protective but he also gets slightly jealous
ā”You have this way of drawing everyoneās attention without even realizing it
ā”He loves you and cares for you deeply so he will get over his jealousy as he never wants you to feel like you are doing something wrong
ā”You are his and he is the one you choose to be with every day, knowing that brings a smile to his face without fail
Neuvillette
ā”Meeting you was the best day of Neuvilletteās lifeĀ
ā”took him a while to warm up to you but he could not stay away
ā”Seeing your smile took away the pain he has carried in his heart for so long
ā”He is a serious man but caringĀ
ā”He likes to keep his work and you completely separate, this being said he will always make time for you
ā”Never will he forget a date with you, Neuvillette makes you his priority in life and treats you like royalty
ā”Enjoys speaking with you he finds that the times when you two get lost in conversation are the times he feels the closest to you
ā”While he is not big on PDA behind closed doors you are held in his armsĀ
ā”He keeps you close to him as he has a fear that he will lose you one day so having his arms around you calms himĀ
ā”Surprisingly heās a nickname guy but not your typical nickname, he gives you one based on your name and personalityĀ
ā”Itās one way he shows his care for you, by calling you a name that comes from a place of love and meaning
Tartaglia
ā”Being with him is always an adventureĀ
ā”There is always something to do and somewhere to go
ā”No matter what heās up to you will be kept safe
ā”Childe will never put you in harm's way but he does want to show you all aspects of life
ā”Heās not supposed to tell you everything but he does, you are the love of his life he canāt keep secrets from you
ā”You are treated to the best of everything with him
ā”If there is anything you want he will get it for you no matter what it takes
ā”Seeing you happy is the best gift he has ever receivedĀ
ā”He would prefer to keep you out of business to an extent, you would be with him wherever he went but you are not getting anywhere near the action
ā”If anything happened to you he would not know how to cope
ā”Good thing for you Tartaglia has everything figured out and knows how to show his lover the world without letting them get hurt
ā”Your life is filled with excitement and you donāt get a lot of time to be alone relaxing
ā”He figures you two can get to that when youāre oldĀ
Thoma
ā”Mr. Perfect has been giving you the husband treatment since day one
ā”He is so kind and caring to everyone that you didnāt realize he had feelings for you for a while
ā”You two were close friends for some time before he made a move to outright tell you his feelings
ā”Finding out you felt the same way was like a dream come true for him
ā”Thoma was so happy to know that he finally had someone to stand beside him
ā”The two of you work together making sure the other load is not too much for them
ā”Doing this ensures that neither you nor Thoma burns out with all that you do
ā”Date nights are big with him
ā”Days are when the work gets done and when the sun sets thatās the time that is reserved for just you
ā”He likes to cook with you and would be so happy to teach you
ā”Enjoys packing you snacks each morning you thought it was a little childish at first to have a snack pack with you but with all the running around you do you have realized why he started doing it in the first place
ā”Keeping you happy and healthy is what he prides himself on
Wriothesley
ā”The most loyal loverĀ
ā”From the day he met you, he has been determined to improve your life in any way he could
ā”He takes his work seriously and it takes a toll on him so knowing that he has you to come home to pushes him through it
ā”Wriothesley wants to keep you far away from his work as he will not risk anything ever happening to you
ā”Yes he knows you are capable of handling yourself but why would he ever want you to have to struggle
ā”He treasures the time he spends with you and does not care what the activity is as long as the two of you are together
ā”He enjoys relaxing in the countryside lying in the grass with you just as much as he enjoys the rare opportunity of laying in bed and having a lazy morning with you
ā”Big fan of making you breakfastĀ
ā”He will wake you up when he is done with breakfast even if it is super early because he knows what the rest of his day is going to entail and he would like to start off with seeing your face and sharing a meal with you
ā”Loves to be able to come home and find you sleeping in one of his shirts
ā”He slides into bed so carefully next to you and wraps his arms around youĀ
ā”You are his world and he will always nurture youĀ
Zhongli
ā”Zhongli is enjoying the retired life to the max
ā”Every day gets to be spent with you doing whatever you want to do
ā”He has taken you all over for adventures, sightseeing, and relaxation
ā”After being around for so long he knows what the best of everything is
ā”Having you and being able to now share that knowledge with someone makes him finally feel complete
ā”One of his favorite moments with you was when he took you to his favorite overlook in Liyue, there were flowers growing near where the two of you were sitting, and when you saw them you excitedly ran over to pick one and came back and placed the flower behind his ear
ā”He has never experienced someone like you
ā”So kind and caring that it was odd to him at first that you were so caring towards him without knowing who he was
ā”That is his favorite thing about you, the way you treat people, the kindness you carry in your heartĀ
ā”It is a rare quality and something that he now gets to enjoy having in his life
Author's note: Very excited to now have posts for the three main fandoms I will be writing for out! I'm always open to other fandoms and other characters from DMC, HSR, and Gneshin just shoot me a request <3<3
#alhaitham#alhaitam x reader#arataki itto#arataki itto x reader#diluc x reader#genshin diluc#genshin kaeya#kaeya x reader#neuvillette#neuvilette x reader#tartaglia#tartaglia x reader#childe#childe x reader#thoma x reader#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley#zhongli x reader#zhongli#genshin x reader#genshin impact#reqs open
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Unspoken Jealousy
Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
Number Five stood in the middle of the living room, staring intently at a complex blueprint spread across the coffee table. He was deep in thought, muttering to himself as he connected the dots of his latest plan. Y/N, his wife, watched him from the doorway, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She admired his brilliance and determination, but today, something else gnawed at her.
āHey, genius,ā she called out, trying to sound casual. āWhatās got you so engrossed this time?ā
Five looked up, a grin spreading across his face as he saw her. āJust working on a new project. Trying to make sense of this time anomaly I noticed.ā
Y/N walked over and sat beside him, glancing at the blueprints. āAnother day, another time anomaly, huh?ā
He chuckled. āSomething like that. You know how it is.ā
Y/N nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. Lately, she had noticed Five talking more and more about Dolores. It was never in a way that suggested he still had feelings for her, but the mere mention of her name was enough to spark a pang of jealousy.
āFive,ā Y/N began, hesitating slightly. āCan I ask you something?ā
āOf course,ā he replied, looking up from his work.
āWhy do you talk about Dolores so much?ā she asked, trying to keep her tone light. āI mean, I get that she was important to you, but it feels like sheās always there in the background.ā
Fiveās expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. āY/N, Dolores was a coping mechanism for me when I was alone in the apocalypse. She kept me sane when there was no one else. But sheās just a memory now, a relic of a time Iād rather forget.ā
Y/N sighed, her jealousy turning into a deep-seated insecurity. āI understand that, but sometimes it feels like Iām competing with a ghost.ā
Fiveās eyes widened in surprise. āCompeting with a ghost? Y/N, youāre my wife, the person I love most in this world. Dolores was a mannequin. She wasnāt real. You are.ā
āI know that,ā Y/N said, her voice tinged with frustration. āBut it doesnāt change how I feel. Every time you mention her, itās like a reminder that there was a time when I wasnāt enough to keep you sane.ā
Five moved closer, cupping her face in his hands. āY/N, you are more than enough. You are everything to me. Dolores was a figment of my imagination, a way to survive. You are my reality, my anchor. Iām sorry if my talking about her makes you feel less important. That was never my intention.ā
Y/N leaned into his touch, tears welling up in her eyes. āI just want to be the one you rely on now, the one you talk about.ā
āYou are,ā Five whispered, kissing her forehead. āYouāre the one who brought me back from the brink, who gave me a reason to keep fighting. Dolores was my past, but you are my present and my future. I promise to be more mindful of your feelings.ā
Y/N wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. āThank you, Five. I needed to hear that.ā
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each otherās embrace. The blueprints and time anomalies forgotten, Five and Y/N took comfort in their love, reaffirming their bond. It wasnāt always easy, but they knew they could face anything as long as they had each other.
From that day forward, Five made a conscious effort to let Dolores fade into the past where she belonged. He focused on the present, on Y/N, and the life they were building together. And though the scars of the past would always be there, they were just thatāscars. They would heal, and with Y/N by his side, Five knew he could face whatever the future held.
In the end, it wasnāt about erasing the past but about making sure it didnāt overshadow the present. Five and Y/N found their way back to each other, stronger and more united than ever. And that, they realized, was all that mattered.
#five hargreeves imagines#five hargreeves x reader#number five imagine#number five x reader#five hargreeves x you#the umbrella academy#number five one shot#number five
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thinking of yandere! pitcher dr. ratio and yandere! catcher acheron duo. they may be on the same team in regards to their respective sport, but theyāre definitely competing against one another for your heart. their pursuits areā¦ jarringly different, it honestly gives you whiplash. ratio is in all of your advanced courses, naturally, and heās very persistent. sometimes you wonder how he even has the time for practice when it seems like heās casually wasting it all on tutoring you. heās thoughtful and thorough, something you admire, itās clear that ratio wants you to succeed with how much effort heās exerting into helping you during and after school hours. but now itās no longer just a tutoring session. ratio expects you to come with him afterwards to the outdoor field, and stay to watch him practice. you donāt know why, he barely acknowledges you during it, and you personally donāt gain anything from it. god forbid you try and sneak off in the midst of it all, he will catch you before you can even get down from the bleachers. besides, ratio has already planned for you two to get something to eat after practice, so sit still and be patient. youāve tried to come up with excuses, even fervently studying in your downtime in hopes to get your grades up enough so that you wonāt need him to tutor you anymore. but that just wonāt do! ratio always chastises, oh? perhaps it is that you are you doing it purpose? if he didnāt know any better, heād think youāre trying to avoid him altogether. ratioās all knowing eyes scare you into refuting any further.
and then thereās miss catcher acheronā¦ for some reason, you donāt remember how you met herā but she does. it strikes you as odd, though, considering sheās known for being quite forgetful. after hours, youād barely escaped a tutoring session with ratio because you had a club meeting to attend. by the time it was over, you treated yourself to a drink from the vending machine; a refreshing, cold peach milkis. a baseball player approached the machine in complete silence, standing behind you, and nearly scaring you half to death. she looked at the machine for an uncomfortably long time, and you wondered if she didnāt have any money, so you offered her some spare change. she shook her head and pointed to your drink, itās the last one, oh, you had just felt so bad! you gave her the drink and got yourself a new one, saying she probably needed it more than you did after practice. ever since then, acheron has been watching you like a hawk. you recognised her from watching ratioās practices, yet she still eluded you. acheron shares a handful of classes with you, and knowing her, you frequently let her borrow your school supplies since she always forgets hersā but sometimes you catch glimpses of pencils and erasers in her bag, leading you to believe that she never forgot in the first placeā¦ you sit with her at lunch since she always used to eat alone, for some reason, your friends refuse to join you two. and when youāre talking with ratio after watching them practice, acheron comes over to you two.
youāre quick to learn that ratio and acheron arenāt as close of teammates off the field as they appear to be when theyāre on it. have you forgotten? you did say you would go with ratio after practice to get a bite to eat. ah, but then againā¦ you promised acheron that youād go to the stationery shops after class to help get her some new supplies. ratio and acheron darkly glare at each other, so to appease both of them (and stop them from getting into a fight) you say all three of you can go out! they begrudgingly agree, despite their obvious dismay, and itās really awkward. you pretend not to hear their snide remarks towards one another, acting none the wiser when they try and get you to side with one of them. by the end of the day, youāre exhausted; ratio and acheron have a disagreement over who will walk you home. you make an escape to the nearest bus stop while they debate, and as they watch you scurry away, they exchange surprised faces. thereās a heavy silence before ratio and acheron come to an unspoken agreement.
something changed, and you have no clue what it is. now they get along wonderfully, itās kind of scary. thereās bickering here and there, but nothing like how it used to be. now acheron doesnāt interrupt your tutoring sessions with ratio, and ratio doesnāt bother you when acheron takes you to the rooftop for lunch. hell, itās like their teamwork during games is better too. speaking of which, you havenāt missed a single baseball game since theyāve begunā¦ working togetherā¦? they always get you to come, whether willingly or not is up to you; but if you donāt want to be cornered in the back of the school by an intimidating ratio and scary acheron, then you may as well take it upon yourself to go without having to be told. youāve always got front row seats, and you admit that watching them play is entertaining. you stay out of trouble, the rest of their team knows that youāre off limits, but unfortunately for you, the opposing team doesnāt.
miss! your helmetāsā¦ you were only trying to be nice. after the game, you noticed one of the other teamās players had lost an accessory that seemed to be attached to her helmet. two green feathers, you picked them up and chased after her. apparently her name was firefly, and she was grateful that youād found them as she didnāt even notice. despite seeing that your fan jersey belonged to a different team, she smiled at you and said she hoped to see you at her next game. she turned her heel just in time to miss ratio and acheron dragging you away. you pleaded with them, defending that you were just being a good samaritan, and that you had no interest in the stranger. but your pleas fell on deaf ears, neither of them spoke ā which only frightened you further ā as they took inside and lead you to the gymnasium, walking you all the way to the locker room. acheron slammed the door shut, causing you to flinch and jump backwards. you knocked back into ratio, who didnāt budge at all from the impact, hesitantly looking up at him as he firmly held onto your shoulders and peered down at you with an unreadable expression. you stuttered over your words, wonāt your umā¦ wonāt your teammates be here soon? acheron hummed as she made her way over to you two, closing you in; now standing with your chest pressed against acheronās and your back against ratio. she placed her hands on the bottom of your jersey and undershirt, while ratio moved to lift your arms up, well then weāll just have to be quick, now wonāt we?
#congratulations to ratio for being the first man to be written on this acc#yandere hsr#yandere honkai star rail#yandere hsr x reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr dr ratio x reader#dr ratio x reader#yandere dr ratio#yandere dr ratio x reader#hsr acheron x reader#acheron x reader#yandere acheron#yandere acheron x reader#yandere x reader
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Well, that's just the way the Cookie Crumbles ... - Fernando Alonso x Younger Actress! Reader
Plot: You are an actress/ stunt actress and get invited onto TOP Gear with Fernando Alonso to see who has the quickest time driving around Silverstone in your choice of car.
"So Fernando, you've had some interesting dating scandals over the years. Taylor Swift being one of them, however due to your most recent appearance on Top Gear, and having seen her around the paddock a few times people are wondering about your closeness to a certain Actress" the interviewing around the paddock asks as he comes up to Alonso, seeing he is alone and free to talk about the upcoming race and anything else.
"Well..." he starts before thinking back to the first time he met you.
"So today here we have Professional Driver in Formula One for Aston Martin Cognizant Racing Fernando Alonso" Paddy introduces as Fernando comes up and onto the stage shaking everyone's hands before taking a seat on the sofa in the Top Gear studio.
"That's not all that we have though tonight is it!" Chris says making Fernando frown, he assumed he was the only celebrity on tonight.
"No we also have Oscar Award Winning Actress and Stunt Actress, Y/N Y/L/N" Freddie says as you walk out onto the stage your high heels clopping against the flooring. You go and shake all of their hands, kissing Chris on either side of his cheeks having met him before.
"Hello" you smile waving at the crowd, screams coming from everywhere. You take everything in before taking at seat next to Fernando.
"So, we had both of you compete at a track that one of you knows extremely well" Chris starts and looks over at Fernando who nods, remembering a week ago him driving round the Silverstone track.
"Yes, i have raced that track many a time!" he admits.
"You've even won two Grand Prix there in 2006 and 2011. Which means gosh how old would have you been Y/N?" Paddy asks looking over to the younger actress.
"Oh, mmmm 2006 i would have been 13 years old, and 2011 i would have been 18" you work out mentally in your head.
"And its funny because we actually have a picture of you and Fernando Alonso back in 2011. You were just starting up your acting career! Look folks here it is" Freddie smiles showing the picture of you as a young adult stood with 30 year old Alonso.
"Woah i don't even remember that being you. I didn't even know who you were back then" Fernando says squinting at the picture in shock, trying to see if it really was you.
"I was awe struck with everything that was going on honestly i probably just looked like a fan. I can understand the confusion" you laugh knowing now that Fernando was actually a bigger fan of yours.
"Well, lets explain what we actually had these two do at Silverstone" Paddy answers.
"Yes, its about time. Lets show the video!" Freddie exclaims.
"Hello Top Gear Fans, today we are here at Silverstone shooting over one weekend, two different celebrities up against a totally new challenge" Chris introduces.
"I'm very excited for this challenge are you?" Freddie asks.
"Yeah, it's like the challenges we are normally privy too just without the pain being on us" Chris frowns, crossing his arms grumpily.
"So, todays challenge we have, Fernando Alonso and Y/N Y/L/N. They were asked to each choose a sports car in their budget to drive around Silverstone" Paddy introduces the challenge.
"Fernando is on Friday. Y/n on Saturday and today in the studio on Sunday its like our very own Top Gear Grand Prix" he admits showing the awfully drawn out plans for shooting.
"So, Fernando's been sent here with Aston Martin so we automatically knew he'll be taking the Aston Martin Valkyrie" Freddie says looking down at the cards in his hands.
"Yes it would be a little awkward if he chose another brand!" Chris laughs.
"The most surprising thing is Y/N has chosen the McLaren Speedtail! Is there a partnership we don't know about brewing?" Paddy asks.
And the video went on, little breaks where they came back to the show seeing Y/N and Fernando laughing along with each other and the presenters.
Eventually it showed Fernando go round, in dry conditions and very quickly. He was a seasoned expert at the track and new the racing line. However driving in an actual car was very different than his open wheeler.
Then it came back, he was asked about his run and how he felt that it had gone before switching onto you and the Saturday when you drove.
You had your helmet on, and you drove quickly. As a stunt actress you'd done a lot of risky driving in your time where you were confident in your skills to go quick and be able to drift without loosing any time or over-skidding to make the car flip and crash.
"So, are you both ready to find out who won?"
"Yes" you both had said in unison.
"Well, Fernando lets starts with you, you timed in at 1.32.823" Paddy says slowly reading off the card.
"And Y/N you timed in at a staggering 1.30.923" Freddie announces calling out the numbers really slowly. You looked at Fernando in shock, he also looked particularly shocked but seeing the way you didn't hesitate at any of the corners and seeing your aggressive way of driving from the videos it wasn't that much of a shock when he thought about it.
"How?" he asked
"Thats just the way the cookie crumbles baby" you smile at him.
His mind came back to the interviewer a small smile gracing on his face.
"Ahahah is he talking about his cool new girlfriend!" Lando squeals running back the camera seeing the look on his competitions face.
"Look at him, he's a grumpy grandad!" Albon follows with a quiet laugh that has George and Charles joining in with the mayhem.
"Yes, Y/N is my new girlfriend. We bonded after the filming for Top Gear and she took me away by her driving skills if im being honest" he admits, knowing he was still a little salty at how you'd beaten him and how you kept on insisting it was an age thing, you were younger and more spritely so of course you won.
He did find it funny and rather endearing the way you'd lean into him as you joked about how old he actually was, he loved you despite the teasing.
"But she isn't in Aston Martin, she's always seen in McLaren!" the interviewer pushes.
"Ah, well that is for her to show, i am not aloud to say anything. However, she will sneak over to Aston Martin to come and see me. I guess that's as she would say, the er cookie crumbles?"
A/N: sorry guys just two smaller individual imagines today where I've been busy with lots of uni stuff.
However, theres so much in the up and coming i think you'll all enjoy! We have a small Lance Stroll imagine that should be out tonight as well! Then we have a cute Pierre Gasly and Reader!
And then of course the continuation of my series such as Charles, Carlos, George and Oscar with the edition of a new Lando Series coming soon!
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What things could break them mentally? What are they like in that state?
YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.
A N: I really like this because some characters were easy to right, some really weren't, tbh.
A B O U T: You push them too far.
W A R N I N G S: Yandere men having a meltdown, toxicity.
ā ROMAN BEAUREGARD.
Roman is an extremely tough cookie.
I mean, he's used to competing under high stress levels, in daily life he's a very calm and collected person.
He rarely, if ever, loses his cool.
That once chance he does slip the mask that he fought so hard to forge and keep on. It's not pretty...
Honestly, I believe it would need to be due to a mixture of things, specifically job related.
Roman is ... hard to speak in these terms because he simply doesn't react much to anything, he's so in control of himself and his anger, he's seen as some kind of icy person, nothing phases nor bothers him.
But that doesn't mean you can get away with fucking him up or over...
Let's say his weekend isn't the best. He's so close to winning the WDC and everything has gone wrong, his rival this season is doing better and better while he seems to be stuck in some kind of loop of not doing worse, but definitely not better. Roman always needs to do better, to be on top, and that is slipping from his grasp.
He storms off as soon as he jumps out of the car, not even bothered to take off his helmet as he makes his way out of the garage and away from the cameras. Of course, you're worried because.. well... he's never like this? So you follow him.
As you try to calm him down, he completely snaps. His grey eyes are usually calm, a bit stormy, but calm ā and sometimes glittered with love, but not now. They're angry, almost black as he turns your way, his mouth pointing as he spits, "get the fuck out of my face, I'm sick of you always following me around like a fucking idiot." Roman never talks down on you. Never. He's always respectful, always calm. He never raises his voice.
His words hurt you, but you weren't going to leave him alone. He's just angry. It's fine. He's human. But his words keep spewing like hot venom. "Are you fucking stupid? I don't want you here. I don't want to see you. I'm sick of you always fucking clinging onto me. Dragging me down. Fuck off."
He doesn't stop until you cry and walk off. The worst part is that he doesn't even bother to follow you. He doesn't care. He's so angry he couldn't even see properly, and hours will pass by, and there is no sign of him anywhere.
Roman is the type to need space while angry, though it's extremely rare of him to get like this ā stay out of his way.
He would never lay a hand on you, but he will make you feel like the biggest piece of shit on earth, and for hours after, he won't even care to find you because he needs time to really put himself together.
Afterwards, he will crash and either to do two things, ask to sort it out later and sleep together where he will hold you so tightly you feel like your bones will snap.
Or he will find you and crumble, this is the rarest act of his, but he will cry until he can't breathe because he hurt the one he loves the most and he feels like a failure as a driver and as a boyfriend.
ā LATEN REED.
Unlike Roman, it is easier to get Laten into a nasty state. He feels. Everything. When he's in love, because once he feels something, he feels everything.
Laten isn't the type to scream in your face or walk off for hours and act as if you don't exist.
No, he's the exact opposite.
He's upset. So fucking upset.
He doesn't understand why you can't just accept him? Why do you fight it back so much to accept you even find him attractive. After trying for so long to show the real him, to show that the rumours aren't true, that he is a good person, that he genuinely wants you, he breaks.
In private, you're a different person, but as soon as you're in public or around others, he suddenly doesn't even exist to you. He ignores it at first. He takes it for what it is. He knows what people think of him. Laten knew that he would be an idiot to think you'd willingly suddenly show up with him hand in hand after so long of avoiding him and his group of friends. But after some time, it starts to get old and almost offensive.
He corners you in a room in the frat. He looks upset, but his cheeks are slightly flushed from the drinks, "why are you ashamed of me?" You didn't expect those words. Maybe an argument, maybe something slightly mean, you're always waiting for him to 'show his true colours', but instead, he looks sad. You avoid the question, brush it off, and tell him to drink some water, but he shakes his head.
"You treat me like I'm nothing. Like we are nothing." And his voice is breaking, and God, he looks so sad. You can't even try to make him feel better because he's not exactly lying. You had been avoiding him all night even though it was him that invited you and your friends.
"It's not fair. It's not fucking fair, y/n." His back is pressed against the wall as he runs a hand through his hair, his lip trembles as he looks away from you for a moment. "I've tried so hard for you to want me to see the real me, and nothing is ever enough." Then words start falling from his lips between sobs. Yes, he is slightly intoxicated but these are the words he's been wanting to say for far too long now.
"I just want you to want me. To accept me."
The best thing to do when he breaks down is hold him and preferably change your actions.
Laten is a bubbly and optimistic person, but he also cares about what people think about him. And you're the person he values most. Of course, it hurts to see you shut down on him.
Laten may easily throw punches at people and show a nasty flair of anger when necessary, but his worst emotion to let loose is his sadness because he feels it in every part of his body, to the point where you feel that pain, too.
ā JAE 'NIKO' LEE.
Jae is ... fiery and ready to pounce at all times.
You're used to him firing away, ready to argue, to throw plates and shout until the street hears, but once he loses it, he's almost like he switches completely.
Out of all the yanderes, I'd say that he's the most scariest because he suddenly becomes unpredictable, while the whole time you've known him, you can guess his next move because he's so vocal about everything.
Jae's comeback is a success, two awards already, and he's already preparing for two photoshoots with international magazines. Everything is perfect, but you. You're acting up again, and he's over it.
"Go on then." He says, sitting still at the table. You look confused. What? He's calm, too calm. Is he pretending to be Niko? He isn't. He's done.
"Walk. Go." He waves his hand away, shooing you. You're even more confused. You're not allowed to do anything without his permission, and going outside is a big one. You threaten it enough to know how Jae feels about it. But right now? He doesn't care.
"You want to leave? Go." He isn't cussing. He doesn't even bother to show any expression. So you stand there, not knowing what to do. What happens if you leave. But what happens if you don't?
So you walk off hesitantly. He doesn't follow you. Doesn't even look your way. Everything is quiet, and it almost hurts your ears. You can go days, week, even without a single word from him because he's done with you and your bullshit and just as you're starting to find your feet again in a normal life, he rips it straight from you, but this time he's worse than ever.
Jae sort of becomes like Roman in a normal day life. Which doesn't seem like a big deal until you see the juxtaposition between Jae and Roman.
You're looking over your shoulder to see what he's going to do, you almost become paranoid and that's what he wants.
He wants you to pretty much fear for your life during these moments to make you realise how much scarier he is when he doesn't react.
ā KAIDAN WOLFE.
Kaidan is a lot to handle anyway, but once he loses his shit? Dear god.
He changes, his moods are erratic, and he seems to be everywhere mentally.
It's also sort of creepy.
He would break down due to reality seeping in.
He stands there, utterly shocked. Your diary? On the floor, open, ripped up. His eyes are wild and mixed with elements of anger and betrayal. You were so perfect together? What the fuck?
"All this time. Everything is a lie?" He asks, accusingly so. His hands are wildly pointing at the diary, and you're stuck as he comes close. His nose is nearly brushing against yours. "You're a fucking liar." For once he's angry, he's shouting, he's loud. He's not the usual delusional self. He's not making up excuses. He sees the truth and he's fucking angry.
He doesn't blame himself and his ways. No. It's your fault. You're the one who used him. You're fucking evil for this?
But then, after a moment to think, he switches almost. His forehead against yours, and he breathes you in, "it's okay." He says softly. Leaning up, he smiles again, and his eyes are still angry, but there's something else in them. You can't put your finger on it, though.
"Maybe I should stop being so nice."
Kaidan is used to smiling for the camera, acting different depending on who he is with, and you know that his personality switches like the weather.
With you, he's usually consistent, but now? He's wild and confusing until time passes, and he returns to his usual self, but his mind flickers back to the diary and it starts all over again.
ā HAYDEN WEST.
Hayden is kind, gentle, and often sensitive.
Realistically, I see him as someone who is easily chipped at.
He doesn't react like the others, but more closely to Laten's reactions.
He's just a bit more ... touchy.
One thing that Hayden hates the most is feeling unseen. Especially by you; he dealt with many of years of not being seen and once he has taste of feeling wanted, it would send him spiralling if you ever pulled away.
It would start off simple, "Are you losing interest?" He wouldn't blame you, think that you've met someone else, he'd genuinely think that you're bored of him, done with him and want something more. You deserve more. He knows that. Some nights it's all he thinks about.
His hand would rest on your shoulder as you sit next to him, his thumb gently rubbing over your skin, his fingers brushing against your collarbone and he'd watch you with careful eyes to see if you're attempting to pull away, if disgust makes its way into your gaze.
Hayden would send you more messages throughout the day and analyse your responses, read between the lines and slowly he would drive himself insane.
"Do you not like me anymore?" He finally asked, the tears threatened spill before you even registered what he just asked and that's because he's so scared for your answer.
He would continue to try his hardest afterwards.
Hayden would still be hesitant to believe you and would constantly watch you and your reactions to get a gauge on where you stand with him.
He needs time to come around to believe you, but that's simply because he overthinks.
ā JOSHUA WHITE.
Joshua is a very poised man. He rarely gets affected by things, enough to break him mentally.
If he has an issue, he takes them to God and sorts them out with His guidance, so obviously God and his belief would play a massive role in this scenario.
I believe that it would have to do with something about you and either your beliefs or your way of life.
His fingers tap against the table as he thinks wordlessly. The third night in a row that you've gone out. This routine is tiring for him. He just wants to spend time with you.
He waits until you're back. He makes sure that you're safe. He helps you to bed. He does what he always does: he helps. But inside, he's bubbling like a witches cauldron.
ā BLAKE CROSS.
Blake is a man of strong emotions, and he knows how to use them to his advantage.
It's that rare that his emotions get the better of him, though.
Sure, he acts out a lot. Shouts when he's even slightly annoyed, cries to gain sympathy when needed; but it's rare for him to genuinely lose his shit.
It would be over something stupid, really. Maybe you declined his gift of expensive jewellery? You said no to attending an event with him? A meal with his family, maybe?
He's seething, "why the fuck won't you make time for me? Huh?!" His hands fly wildly in the air. "Accept me! My life! Fuck!" He points around the room, showcasing his lavish lifestyle.
Even angry, he seems to brag.
"I do, Blake. I'm jus-" he cuts you off with a laugh, but it doesn't reach his eyes as he runs a hand through his dark hair.
"Bull-fucking-shit! Do you not see how I feel. How I-" he jabs his thumb into his chest. "Care for you? For us? And you give fucking nothing back. You treat me like some... like some fucking secret?!"
He seems deeply affected by it, that you're embarrassed of him. He's just some... stupid rich boy, mother's trophy, father's heir. Not him. Not Blake, the man that was madly in love with you to the point of insanity.
After that, you speak it through, and he pushes the narrative that you need to open up to him, that you're being mean. Unfair.
You attend every event, ignoring your own things. You go to dinners with his family. They're your family now. You wear the jewellery, sometimes you even match with him!
Everything is good, happyāperfect, even.
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