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Can i request Black butler with a very quiet darling and how would they approach them
Sure thing. You didn’t specify which characters so I just chose a few.
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, stalking, manipulation
Very quiet s/o
Ciel Phantomhive
☕️Considering that most of the people in Ciel's closer surroundings are a mixture of energetic, loud and chaotic except his butler he would most likely appreciate his darling for being on the silent side. Being in their company is far more peaceful as he can actually do something productive without being interrupted although he does wonder where your thoughts are in such moments. Ciel isn't the most talkative person himself and sort of expects you to not be someone who feels comfortable holding long conversations. So if he does strike up conversations with you, they're always on the short side so he does not make you uncomfortable and doesn't risk losing his face if you would decide to just ghost him. He might show some patience but that doesn't change the fact that Ciel is still awfully possessive so expect any potential suitor to disappear or to tragically die.
Sebastian Michaelis
🐈⬛Ever the proud and arrogant demon, Sebastian can't help but see your quiet personality as a little challenge, one he is very willing to take. With the end goal of winning of course. Working for his master automatically means that he's also surrounded by very bubbly and talkative people so he finds the clear difference in personality in you very adorable. Sebastian is quite convinced that he can charm you with his looks and his flawless courtesy. He stalks you in your daily life, figures out your little quirks and uses that knowledge to start conversations with you, hearing your voice makes his dead heart flatter. Don't forget that the man in front of you is a highly possessive demon though, one who appreciates your quietness for the additional reason that it keeps you from interacting with others. Why not only talk with him and let him be the only one to bask in the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice calling his name?
Ronald Knox
😃Ronald blends in really well with others and is quite the chatty person himself which makes for a great contrast between him and his darling. Something that doesn't intimidates Ronald in the slightest though, instead he can't help but dote on you a bit more thanks to your quiet personality. He tries to talk with you quite often although he often ends up being the one who fills the silence most of the time. As long as he knows that he has your attention, he's fine with it though although it is a great achievement if you do reply to him without him having to ask you to do so. If he realizes that his attempts kind of put you off though, he pulls back for a bit, reluctantly that is. After all he prefers spending time with you instead of stalking you. Given your quietness though, Ronald can't help but grow just that tiny bit more protective and possessive over you.
Joker
🤡 Joker pays especially much attention to you, a new member of the circus of his. Initially some just assume it's due to your very silent nature as you rarely speak up or talk to anybody. As time passes by though others, especially his friends, realize that Joker has turned quite obsessed. He's highly protective over his darling and just as possessive as he keeps you around him nearly all of the time and acts hostile as soon as someone asks him about you. You find yourself isolated thanks to Joker who is for the most part the only person you can interact with as he uses his influence as the leader of the circus. Technically speaking he knows that he's doing something wrong but he just can't help it. He loves you so much and your silent nature only worsens his protective tendencies, he wants to hide you from the world. He doesn't mind your lack of words around others but by all means, please talk to him and let only him hear your lovely voice.
Alois Trancy
👅 Probably one of the worst people to handle someone who is as quiet as his darling is as Alois is a demanding and equally bratty person although he highly adores and even worships his s/o to a certain extent. The only thing that is certain is that Alois is bound to be highly possessive over you and very unwilling to let others near you. Talking with you is very tricky as you're a silent person but it gives him the impression that you don't like him which does nothing except triggering his paranoia and if you do have someone you open up to and talk with, you can bet your kidneys that Alois will see it through, after a great fit of jealous rage, that they will be gone. It should be him with whom you share your secrets and worries! He's the one made for you! Count on an abduction sooner than later and after that absolutely no break from the young noble as he's up your arse every minute of the day, all whilst begging you to talk with him.
Hannah Annafellows
🟣 Hannah is cunning and manipulative, especially once she realizes that you are her mate. Considering how silent of a person you are, it's a rather convenient situation for her. There most likely isn't a huge group of people in your life which means less work for her as there is no one she feels the great need to remove instantly from your life. Hannah enters your life very quick though although she makes sure to adjust herself for now to your own personality. She acts docile and careful around you, doesn't want to overwhelm you with her real side for now. If she could arrange it already, she would like to become your personal pillar as soon as possible so that there will be less troubles later on. She makes sure to be the only person you can really interact with as she scares everyone else away, creates an environment where only her and you exist. As it should be.
Ran Mao
🌺 I think it's a well-known fact that Ran Mao herself is a woman known to not be someone whose voice you will be likely to hear all too often too. Maybe that's what sort of sparks her interest in you to begin with, both of you are rarely heard speaking up at all. The lack of hearing your voice leads to excessive stalking as she desperately wants to hear what you sound like and the first time you actually do talk, she seems to become only more obsessed with you. She tries to respect your silence though since she herself isn't talking that much for herself either but if you do talk, expect her to hang onto every tone leaving your lips. Her lack of words is definitely made up with the amount of touching she does though as she's essentially like a cuddly and clingy kitten. Ran Mao is a professional assassin though and that spells danger for others as she grows quite protective over you.
Charles Grey
🤺 Charles Grey just happens to experience a streak of boredom which is why he decides to entertain himself a bit with you, a simple game to crack your silent shell and charm you as you don't swoon over him nor pay him much mind. The only thing is that you're quite a hard shell to crack as you don't give in much despite the man's attempts to provoke you slightly and tease you. Unfortunately that only earns you his obsessive interest in you as Charles suddenly pops up around you on a daily base to try to chat with you and attempt to get under your skin by teasing you and annoying you. If he gets any reaction out of you, especially a verbal one, he sees it as a win. He'd like to clarify that he doesn't hate you though. He can confidently say that he wants you and for that your silence around others fits rather well since it quenches some of his possessive tendencies. Now how to teach you to only ever speak around him~?
#yandere black butler#yandere kuroshitsuji#yandere ciel#yandere ciel phantomhive#yandere sebastian#yandere sebastian michaelis#yandere ronald#yandere ronald knox#yandere joker#yandere alois#yandere alois trancy#yandere hannah#yandere hannah annafellows#yandere ran mao#yandere charles#yandere charles grey
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Hello, I really loved your Yan butler OC
What if a princess reader actually became queen of their country and now she has to face an arranged engagement?
male! yandere butler x fem! royalty reader
warning: fem reader obsessive tendencies, yandere themes, murder, death, mentions of blood,
y’all guess who’s back from the dead! please excuse my rusty writing it's been a while</3
"Corsets are generally known to take your breath away but I can't help but think the added pressure is your doing Charles" You let out a breathless chuckle, he pauses, his hands halting in the air until he hesitantly continues tying your corset, relieving some of the pressure "My apologies..I seem to have gotten lost in my thoughts" he murmurs and clears his throat, you stay quiet for a beat as your initial worry grows "You've acting strangely for some time now, Charles. I'm growing worried" your eyebrows knit together as you look at him through the mirror in front of you, his eyes glance up to meet yours before returning them to his task "I suppose I've been slightly worn out, after all our schedule has been hectic as of your..latest decision" his voice deepens towards the end of his sentence "I know that's not the true reason, tell me, what has been bothering you?" you ask, unable to conceal the concern laced in your voice, you were so incredibly kind, even at this moment when he's dropping your title while speaking and avoiding your gaze you only offer him your kindness and that only causes him greater pain because that kindness will be for another man from here on out.
His hands drop to his side "Tell me, your highness" his eyes meet yours in the mirror and you nearly flinch at the sight, his face is entirely devoid of emotions and his eyes are dark sending shivers down your spine "Do you truly believe that this engagement is a wise decision?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes never leaving yours, you furrow your brows "of course I-" your words are caught in your throat as he lowers his head next to your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper "And do you believe it's..safe?" un uneasy feeling pools in your stomach at his question "..Why wouldn't it be safe?" he stays quiet for a few seconds before replying "Oh, no reason for it to not be safe I'm merely..concerned" he steps closer "After all this is a man who we don't know much about except what he chooses to show" you stay quiet "And who doesn't know much about you either..are you certain he's suitable?" your eyes harden, irritation consuming you at his endless questioning "There's no reason to question my decision, I know what is right for me and my kingdom" you train your eyes on his "Are those all your concerns?" he smiles flatly "yes, your highness" "good" you nod, a firm expression set on your face, Charles stays quiet for the rest of the time that he helps you get ready.
Later that evening you share a drink with your soon-to-be husband, Christopher Alpin, a very handsome and powerful king whose alliance with will benefit your kingdom greatly.
You both talk over the details of your wedding as the crowd enjoys itself with dancing, drinking, and mingling. Amongst that crowd is a certain unhappy butler who watches you with burning intensity, paying attention to where your fiancé's eyes drift, where his hand touch, the smiles you're sharing, watching you with him is slowly killing him and the thought that soon this man will be touching you, waking up next to you and spending every moment with you is too much for him to bear, it's completely wrong, that man in your future is out of place so as your loyal butler it's his duty to make everything perfect to you.
Just as the king excuses himself from the ballroom Charles wastes not a single second in following him quietly through the halls.
minutes pass and you grow worried, you decide to search for Christopher fearing he got lost in the castle, you search all the rooms until one room is left, your bedroom, as you near the bedroom you see your door slightly ajar and catch a glimpse of a few droplets of blood. your heart starts racing, you stand still for a few seconds, the fear of what could possibly be in your bedroom grounding you in place. You take a deep breath and move closer to the door, slowly opening it wider, you gasp and a sob breaks out of your throat at the sight, mere inches from you is your fiancé lying in a pool of his own blood with a large slit on his throat "ah your highness!" you flinch at the cheery voice, Charles is sitting on the edge of your bed, a smile plastered on his face, you attention drift to his usually white gloves covered in red, adrenaline and fear picks up in your chest as you turn on you heal to run before Charles is up and holding you back in a few seconds, he shuts the bedroom door and locks it, trapping you against it "I..don't understand why you're running away, I fixed it all can't you see?!" you swallow, your voice barely able to come out as steady as you want it to "Charles..what have you done..what are you talking about?" he presses himself against you "you don't have to marry him anymore, he was filthy! he didn't know anything about you, he didn't deserve you!" you don't reply, you stand stunned as you see Charles ramble with a manic expression "now it's finally just the two of us once again" he wraps his arms around you and burries his head in your neck inhaling deeply "I feel much more at ease now with you in my arms, don't worry I shall take care of everything.."
"won't you let me serve you?"
#fem reader#male yandere#yandere oc#yandere blog#yandere x reader#obsessive yandere#yandere#yandere fanfiction#yandere themes#anonymous ask#yandere butler#yandere butler x reader#yandere Charles#yandere Charles x reader#royalty reader
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Yandere Charles Rowland and what kind of yandere would he be?
(I thought of writing this when I was reading fanfic of Charles Rowland this is my first time writing about him)
We can consider Charles Rowland as kundere or or tsundere yandere due to his supernatural nature and trauma and aloneness you would probably tried to help him as you comforted him "Hey you know I will always be by your side right?"
Obsessive tendencies:
Charles might become excessively distracted he is obsessed with you, constantly thinking about you and seeking ways to be near you maybe on a mission, he will be near you at all times putting his arm around your shoulder. "This is brills" He might find it difficult to focus on cases or relationships due to only thinking about you.
Jealousy:
Charles would likely experience intense jealousy toward anyone who comes close to you. This could lead him to act out in harmful ways or try to sabotage your relationships with others so he can only for you
Manipulative behavior:
In an attempt to win your affection, Charles might use manipulative tactics on you such as guilt-tripping or playing mind games. his motive could stem from his insecurities and fear of losing the person he cares about.
Violent outbursts:
Charles could potentially exhibit violent outbursts when faced with real or perceived threats to his relationship with you such as if someone is close to you he might just come out of nowhere and put his hand on your waist even if it is a guy or girl it doesn't matter
Protective instincts:
As a ghostly detective, Charles has strong protective instincts towards those he cares about, which could be in a yandere scenario. He might go to great lengths to keep you safe from harm, even if it means putting himself in danger for you.
Affectionate Gestures and Kisses:
while Charles makes physical affection difficult, he can still express his feelings through gestures, but his kisses are soft and sweet, definitely makes out with you and he hugs you behind as if trying to scare you but then will get comfortable and not let go.
Whispered confessions:
Charles might whisper sweet nothings or a confession of love in your ear when you guys are alone together.
Gentle Touch:
Even as a ghost, Charles could still find ways to gently touch his love interest – perhaps by lightly brushing their hand or shoulder during conversations.
Protective Behavior:
To demonstrate his devotion, Charles might take on a protective role around his love interest, shielding them from perceived dangers or threats.
Lingering Presence:
Even when not physically present, Charles could linger nearby simply to be close to his love interest – an unusual yet touching gesture that highlights his affectionate nature despite being a ghost.
Dream Visits:
Unable to interact physically in the waking world, Charles may choose to visit his love interest in their dreams, allowing them to share intimate moments without breaking any supernatural rules.
#yandere charles#the dead boy detectives#charles rowland x reader#dead boy detectives#x reader#reblogg thank you#bisexual king
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I need to get this out of my fucking brain before I explode.
Ahem, yanderenees stuff, that's all the warning you'll get here. Don't like, don't read.
You loved living in Le Cometes, manchine. You always felt loved and safe there. Until recently.
It started out small, some of the residents giving you faces, Sebastian making you redo your work, and the residents leaving whenever you enter a room.
It was... odd... you started going out more and more. Maybe some flowers from your new florist friend, he always has cheered you up whenever you come around.
Comeing home after that, holding the flowers you got for the residents, Le Comete scolded you for ditching your duties in favor of leaving to do frivolous activities.
When returning to your room after all the work you have done. Completely exaughsted, feeling completely alone. Just wanting someone, anyone, to be nice to you for a bit and make you feel safe
That's when they show up. The priest and the kind doctor who you also befriended.
"My, my, it seems they have run you ragged. You look utterly exaughsted."
"I- Charles?- Father?- What are?-"
"We heard you needed us, you wished for us to appear and here we are!"
Well... you did wish for ANYONE to come. Going back to the future wasn't an option at this moment... so what else could you do?
"Do you wish to run away little guinea pig?"
"We can take care of you! And Le Vevodid will be there too!" (That's how to spell it, right?)
"I... ok- I don't belong here anymore... so let's go-"
Charles sprang up and hugged you, the brightest smile on his face. He squeezed toy tightly as if all of his wishes and prayers to his God has been granted.
The two men took you deep into the forest to find a castle sitting within it. It was grand and beautiful.
Charles and Faust took you to the garden where you saw a humming and smileing Vlad. Calmly watering his garden.
"Ah, it's good to see you again. Welcome home," he smiled softly.
"Home...? Are you sure Vlad?"
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." he smiled sweetly, yet... something was... off. As if there was a body buried underneath the bush of beautiful flowers he grew.
Charles happily gave you a tour of the castle and some base rules about living there. Don't go into Faust's lab if you don't want to be turamatized, don't steal Vlad's strawberries, and never hate any of them, no matter what you learn.
What odd rules to be given. But it was alright. You were in your new home.
Over the next few weeks, it really did feel like a home. You made meals with Charles and helped wake up Vlad and Faust, both of whom often drag you back into bed for very impossible to escape cuddles if you can't convince them to wake up.
Watering and pruning the garden with Vlad was a nice way to get out and spend some quality time with him. You weren't ready to show your face in town yet... you didn't want to run into any of the machines' residences...
Hell, Faust, let's you help him with some experents now and again, and he does experements on you, but Charles and Vlad make sure he doesn't go too far.
It was perfect. Then... the time had come for the door to open again. You wanted to go back home. So, you went to breakfast to let them know you were leaving and that you were fruely grateful for your time there.
"... you still want to go back..." Charles looked like a kicked puppy. As if this was the worst thing in the world, and nothing could fix it.
"Honestly, this is why you should've erased the door from their memory to begin with old goat."
"Hm... I may have to since this is the sixth time they told us about it"
Sixth??? What do they mean sixth???
"We make you happy... right?"
You couldn't speak, just shocked, terrified, really. What do you mean sixth time? You tried to get up to run away, but Charles was already holding onto you. He was surprisingly strong.
Vlad walked over to you, sorrow in his eyes.
"Sleep. Sleep on the edge of dreams"
You jolted awake from a nightmare, sweat drenched your skin. You were home in the castle... where you had always belonged.
Charles and Faust clung to you in their sleep. Charles was nestled close and seemed at peace. While Faust had his usual death grip.
When looking around to find Vlad, he was looking at a painting of you, a faraway look in his eyes. He then turned to see you awake.
"Ah, I'm glad to see you're awake, my flower." he smiled softly and kissed your head. "How do you feel after being turned? Any nightmares? Anything bad you wish to share?"
A hand moved to your neck where you felt a faint bite mark... ah, yes. Vlad had turned you after you accepting being theirs for all eternity. How could you forget?
"Just... a bad dream where I was trapped and couldn't get home... but I'm home now, so everything is okay" you smiled softly.
Vlad smiled and kissed your head "thats good, my dear, now get some rest, okay?"
You nodded and slowly drifted off to sleep.
#ikemen series#yandere ikevamp#yandere ikemen#yandere ikemen vampire#yandere vlad#yandere charles#yandere faust#ikevamp#ikemen vampire
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What would you do if Henry Stickmen had a stalker among your or the Toppat's ranks? (Other than the man in your mirror right now)
.... what does this mean
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my man isn’t creepy! i | f1 grid
growing up leclerc au !
fem! leclerc! reader x f1 grid, leclerc family
part i: carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, pierre gasly & kika gomes
synopsis. when the youngest leclerc finds her partners’ ‘shrine’ of her, but she’s a leclerc so the red flags aren’t all that red
WARNING(s); i like em crazy y’all, obsessive/possessive behavior, implied stalking/shrines, unhealthy relationship dynamics, sexual implications but no smut
carlos sainz.
“What is it?” You asked, head tilted to the side as you look up at your boyfriend. The Spaniard melted, muttering a curse to himself and running his hands through his thick hair. He felt hot, nervous for what the outcome of this discussion could be.
“Dios mío, ángel, it’s— it is not what you think— nothing bad. I am just embarrassed is all.” He reassured, big hands gripping at your shoulders. But he knew it was a bit bad, even his enabling family members were worried he’d freak you out if you saw. His movements were made to comfort you, but you could tell they were more self-soothing. Arthur had a similar habit whenever you got upset with him, too.
You only frowned, but it fueled Carlos’ panic.
“Mi amor, I will do whatever you ask-! You know this. I will let you in when it’s cleaned, I swear it.” He pulled you into his chest, arms fully embracing you. But you squirmed out of his hold, making him respond with an unhappy attempt to coo you back into comfort.
“You’re hiding something in there, Carlos. This is the first time I’m staying with you in your home since we started dating, let me see.” And at the sight of your big, beautiful, angry eyes, how could he refuse an Angel? With a twitch of his fingers, Carlos unlocked the door without any movement to push it open.
With a short huff, you pushed yourself through the door, only pausing at seeing at the sheer amount of merchandise that covered every surface. It was all you-themed, from posters and cut-outs, down to a body-pillow and even an outfit you’d only worn once for a runway show. There was a glass shelf with your old perfumes, newer ones too, and photos everywhere.
“Carlos….” You began, covering your mouth with your fingers and stepping further in.
“I know—! But I liked you so much before we started seeing each other and I- I am just a passionate man is all, my whole family says so—!” You cut off his red-faced rambling with a beaming grin.
“Ouah! I didn’t know you were a super fan before we met!” You giggled, mumbling to yourself in French about the various things he’d collected. “maybe you are a bit extreme, but it’s kind of cute, no?”
“¿En serio? Sí, mi perla!” He breathed shakily before grinning, “I should have known you’d understand! Mis hermanas se burlaron de mí, ¿sabes? But it was all silly…” (You’re serious? Yes, my pearl! My sisters teased me, you know?)
“What are you saying? Your sisters… something? I’m still learning, mon chéri.” You pout at him, in a much better mood now that you knew what your boyfriend was hiding behind the door he seemed so desperate to keep you away from.
He shook his head, hair messy after having run his fingers through it many times due to stress, “We should have dinner with them tonight while we’re still in Spain, I said. Let’s go back downstairs?”
“Why? Got anything weird?”
“Don’t say things like that, amor!”
♤ ♤ ♤
daniel ricciardo.
“Danny…?”
“Shit-!” He jumped out of surprise, dropping the box he was reaching from the top shelf of the closet.
“Oh, I’m sorry, mon soleil!” You squeaked, jumping back as well. You hadn’t meant to scare him, but it wasn’t your fault he was so focused in the dead of night. You were just curious is all. The box he dropped was was rectangular in shape, but easily bigger than a shoebox. You shot him a sleepy grin, “What do you have there?”
He sighed, shaking his head, “Why are you up, sleepy girl? Get back to bed, I’ll be right there. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“I’m up because you’re up.” You wrinkled your nose, inching closer to him with a small blanket in your arms. You tried to get a glimpse of what fell out of the box, but Daniel wrapped himself around you so you couldn’t see. He wrestled the blanket from your fingers, careful not to be rough with long nails, and threw it over your head with smile.
As you wrestled, your boyfriend only laughed and placed kisses on any part of you he could without being hit by your flying limbs, “Pretty things like you should be asleep. Your brothers would kill me if they knew I disturbed your beauty rest.”
“Are you trying to hide something from me?” You pulled the blanket off your head, hair a mess.
Daniel froze, jaw clenching as he tried to hold a toothy smile. But he didn’t have it in him to lie to you. The moment was completely still, before you finally broke eye contact and crept passed him to see the mess on the floor. You could hear Danny gulp as you plucked the first item from the ground; a pretty, navy blue set of lacy underwear. Yours, yes. But from ages ago, you swore you lost them. Then there were a few pieces of jewelry, a lipstick tube, a silk scrunchie, a press-on nail, a red heel, and two pieces of now-hardened chewing gum. All yours from various points of this past year.
“Daniel,” no, not the first name, he begged internally, squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to just wait for the inevitable disgust and rejection. You never called him by his full first name, only sweet ‘danny’s his way, sometimes ‘mon soleil’ or ‘sunshine’.
“You know you can just ask for my things, yes? You don’t have to take.” You were looking right up at him, navy colored panties still in your hand like you didn’t even mind that he took them. His reasoning couldn’t have been pure, you know that.
You hummed, pulling at his fingers so you can shove the underwear into his balled up fist, “lá.”
“Perfect girl.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and dragging you to bed, “give me the pair you have on then, yeah?”
♤ ♤ ♤
max verstappen.
It wasn’t always like this with you— you used to be just Charles “track terror” Leclerc’s pretty little sister, a little girl. But now it was years later and you’ve become something perfect and irresistible— something he can’t live without. He knows he’d resorted to some immoral, if not a little creepy, behaviors, but it’s not like he’s one of those guys that would ever hurt you. No, you’re a deity to him. He told his sister about his feelings at one point (even thought about showing her the shrine), but she told him— “This is all because you watched You!” The Netflix show that follows a stalker.
So he took down the shrine— moving most of it into his bedside drawer and the rest under his bed. But he realized he didn’t think it all the way through when he had you in his room for the first time; all pretty and perfect and curious.
“Good race, Maxie.” You hopped back onto the bed, your hair bouncing as you landed, “You’re so tense and for what, huh?”
Max had just a little bit of shame about the whole thing, but maybe not too much. I mean, his body definitely felt some kind of physical guilt or something if you’re judging him by the shaking and sweating— but his mind was happy. You were here with him in his home. In fact, the physical reaction might just be from seeing you curled up in his bed. But you’re close to finding out how… intense he was. (As his mother would say.)
“Sorry, lief, I’m just tired and you’re distracting me by being cute.” He smiled down at you as he began to change, “you need a shirt to wear?”
“Yes, s'il te plaît. Hey, can I put my bracelets in here—? oh!” He’d barely turned his back for a second, just long enough to remove his shirt, but that’s all it took for you to pull the drawer open and see the copious amount of photos of you (some edited to have him in them) and unsent love letters.
“It’s not a shrine— I’m not a creep! It’s just some things I made back before we got together—! You weren’t supposed to see them!” He was trying to shove some of the papers back in, but you were already skimming one of the letters.
“Mijn hart,” he winced at seeing the one you had— one of the more unhinged ones. The worst of it was in Dutch, so that worked out for him at least.
“Oh c’mon, Maxie! It’s kind of sweet! You had such a big crush on me! It’s a little hot, even.”
He grew even more red and fidgety at that, “Shit.”
You giggled at the words you could understand before he wrestled the page out of your grip. You grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could stray too far.
“From Max Verstappen-Leclerc, hm?”
♤ ♤ ♤
oscar piastri.
“Can’t I just grab a hoodie, Osc?” You questioned as he held you in place on the counter, from his spot between your legs, still in his race suit.
“You don’t need one, Lovey, it’s hot.” He pressed himself into you so he could feel you breathe better. You’d asked for a jacket the moment you’d entered his freezing trailer just after the race. He saw you go for the closet and quickly redirected you onto the counter.
“Non, you’re hot because you just raced in a little car for hours and now you’re all over me. I am normal temperature.”
“Cold?”
“Yes.”
“Then get closer, I’m hot.”
You huff obnoxiously like the pretty spoiled girl you are and Oscar can feel the rush of serotonin he got just from the sound. He knew this is the part where you’d get cute and pretend to pick a fight, his sweet thing. But bad timing— he’s desperate to hide his secret now.
“I can’t get any closer to you if I trieddd. What? You have a girl hiding in that closet? Hm?” He scoffed into your shoulder, but stiffened, knowing just what was behind that door.
You gasped dramatically, likely playing it up to get what you wanted (a tactic you used with your brothers, Oscar noticed), “You do! Irréelle!”
“I don’t!” His face shot up from your shoulder, brows furrowed, but he didn’t let you go, “You know I don’t like any other girls!”
“Then you need to show me so I can be sure! And I’m still cold.” You crossed your arms and pulled your knees together to get him to back up.
“I can’t.” He choked out. “There’s— it’s just— I have this thing—”
You hopped down and booked it across the trailer before he could reach out and stop you, yanking the door open to see what your new boyfriend was hiding.
You breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief at the sight, “Goodness, Osc.” Rather than finding a person, you instead found some sort of… collection? Collage of yourself and your things? Photos mostly, magazines, and lots of hearts drawn on articles about you.
Oscar grabbed you by the shoulders and quickly spun you around into him, slamming the door, “You saw?”
Looking up at him with big eyes, you nodded, “Yeah, why? You really like me that much?”
“What? Yes— yeah I do. You—? Okay.”
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pierre gasly. | kika gomes.
“I’m prepared to blame you for this if Charles finds it.” Pierre breathed, looking at the start of his girlfriend’s collection of your things. Kika scoffed, a smile playing at her lips as she re-organizes your makeup. Mostly lip balms, you’d let her borrow some of your things, not knowing she wasn’t going to give any of it back. Kika even managed to get a few skirts from you as well. The small framed photo of you sitting in her vanity was just a personal touch.
Pierre would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed, but he could say he wasn’t surprised. He and Kika were a good couple, a good duo in general, but especially when it came to drawing you in. Because Pierre was such a good friend to Charles, it came pretty easy; Charles was easier on him around you. Unfortunately, that grace didn’t extend to Kika just because they were dating. Charles had something of a sixth sense for when pretty girls liked his pretty sister; so he was on to Kika. Where at the beginning it was nothing to get you alone with them, it was now next to impossible.
“Pierre? Kika? Are you home?” Wow it’s like they could hear your pretty voice— oh wait they gave you a key. To their apartment. In Monaco, where you live and you can really just waltz in and see all of the things they took (—yes they, Pierre is a thief too—)
Like two naughty school children, the couple shot up to cover what they’d done before you could reach their bedroom. This was their fault naturally, none of yours at all, they were the ones who encouraged you to come over whenever physically possible.
“Grab everything and I’ll distract her!” Kika whispered, rushing to slip out of the room.
Before the ‘not fair-’ could slip from his lips, his girlfriend was off to catch you, brushing passed him and leaving the door cracked. He could hear your surprised greeting, a cute squeak escaping you, before Kika saying something like ‘Oh, Pierre is busy now’, then silence. Pulling the handle back just an inch, he peaked outside to see Kika’s lips not even a centimeter from your own, her hands gripping your jacket for dear life.
“Oh, pretty girls, ce n'est tout simplement pas juste.” Slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Your eyes shot to his, but Kika’s remained trained on your face. After just a second, your gaze drifted to Kika’s vanity behind him.
The couple froze, you saw. Pierre pulled the door shut behind him as Kika’s mouth opened to form words.
“Oi! Get your hands off my little sister, huh? Démon impoli et pratique, seriously.” Charles slipped into the living room from the front hallway, having obviously accompanied his little sister in her visit.
“Non, Charlie, Kika helped me when I almost tripped.” You smiled at your brother, quickly covering for them, “I was just coming to see if I could get my jean skirt back?”
You looked up at her so sweet and she thinks you’re blushing—“Oh.” She squeaked, “yes, no problem. Pierre.”
“I’ll get it for her, mate.”
“surveille ta copine. je ne suis pas aveugle, mate.”
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Your man (s girlfriend) is definitely creepy, girl.
note; I made kika and pierres a lil longer bc they’re two ppl so yeah ft charles
thinking part ii with lando, mick (ft the schumachers), lewis, lance, alex & lily, george and carmen?
- ren
#carlos sainz x reader#charles leclerc x reader#daniel riccardo x reader#dark! f1#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 grid x reader#f1 oc#f1 reverse harem#obsessive f1#yandere f1#dark! Carlos sainz#dark! leclerc family#max verstappen x reader#oscar piastri x reader#pierre gasly x reader#kika gomes#Kika Gomes x reader#leclerc sister#little leclerc#leclerc reader#leclerc oc#oc x f1#f1 x reader#carlos sainz#charles leclerc
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would yandere Charles Xavier...baby trap his beloved?
OH......YEAH!!!! <3
(cws: DDDNE, fem!reader, crazy fucked up n-con, babytrapping, drunk sex, drugging, pregnancy talk, jealousy, dirty talk, super manipulative yandere charles)
I'm thinking Days of Future Past Charles again....the yearning. The loving glimpses of the life with you he let slip through his fingers. Every day that he's without you is painful, but when he finds you again, he's complete.
There's no way he can let that happen again. Ever. You belong to him. You're part of him. He's become so disillusioned by your reappearance in his life that he can't focus on anything but you. If you let him, all he would do is make love to you every day, kiss you, hold you in his arms, sweep your feet out from under you and carry you wherever you wanted to go. Even when you plead with him to stop taking the drugs, he's just so hooked on the feeling of being there for you that he wants his legs more than his powers. Plus, the sex is incredible when his mind isn't filled with thoughts and worries, and he can move around as freely as he wants. And part of it is perhaps willful ignorance--there's a quiet part of him that doesn't want to hear any negative thoughts in your head. He wants to live in the blissful delusion that you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you, that you want all the same things he does.
And one of those is, well...home. Charles is tired of the people he loves cycling in and out--he's sick of losing people and watching everything he cares about slip away slowly. He has a place to call home, but nothing to fill it with that's distinctly his. It's been a shelter for so long, for Raven, for the X Men, for his students, but he craves something more. Family.
But you can give him that. It would be a blessing, wouldn't it? On good days he watches the way you move, how your eyes light up with your laughter, the sun setting a glow over your skin. It's crude, but he can't help it; you would look so good pregnant. You'd get a cute waddle in your walk, a bump, and you'd have to rely on him so much more to help you when you're far along. He could put a ring on your finger and try for your first the very same night--nobody has to know you haven't had the wedding yet, and who would even care?
When you start having sex regularly, on the daily now that Charles has his muse back, it's obvious he's being risky. Coaxing you into letting him slip the rubber off, so sincere as he promises you he'll pull out...but each time he gets close, so close, that you have to keep your wits about you just to make sure you cry for him to slow down before he lets it get out of hand. The twitching and pulsing and throbbing inside you is so good, but you know Charles is acting strange about doing it unprotected. You gain a sense that he's hiding something but you want to trust your beloved, so you neglect to insist on using condoms again.
That's your own mistake. Charles tries to convince you to let him cum in you, at least once, but he gets more insistent around the time you should be ovulating. It's even harder for you to resist him at that time, but you manage to hold your ground--until he resorts to truly dirty tactics, and gets the two of you drunk while you've got the mansion all to yourselves. As usual, he's handsy right off the bat, kissing you while his belt buckle digs into your soft thigh. He just barely manages to guide you upstairs while he stumbles himself, laughing and cackling along with you as you lean on each other and teeter about the corridor like the drunken fools you are.
As it turns out, Charles is a pretty good actor. And as badly as he feels about it initially, mixing that powder into your drink really did make it easier for him to get his way--you're already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and when you trip and fall back against the floor as you stumble into his bedroom, all you can do is giggle dazedly with your eyes closed like you're floating on cloud nine. As he crawls on top of you to help you up (with no intention of actually doing so) he's deft in hiking up your skirt, and though in your drunken state you're conscious enough to tease about him not being as wasted as he seemed, your addled mind has no idea just how true that turns out to be.
When his buckle finally comes loose and he's slowly sliding it in, it's paradise. Your body is willing and your mind is void of common sense; you're barely staying awake as he takes you right there on the floor, skirt pooled around your hips as Charles mutters praises under his breath. "Right there, so tight--such a good mother, you'll make such a good mother, darling-" He can't stop, he might just be addicted to your drugged pussy from that moment on. It's foul, it's disgusting, it's wrong, but when he hitches his hips right up against yours and sucks in a deep breath, knowing you can't say no to what he's about to do, he feels more at peace than he has in years. His shoes squeak against the hardwood as he struggles to pin you down, your limbs twitching and flailing erroneously while he's working on making you a sweet little baby to take care of in the future. Charles eventually resorts to holding your head down with his palm, your cheek pressed to the floor that vibrates with the strength of his thrusts into your pliant body.
"You need this," he mutters under his breath, fighting the guilt settling in his chest at your growing whimpers for mercy. "Last time you ever fucking leave me, whore."
Mmh. Well, maybe he's a little drunk after all. The anger at your disappearance still simmers near the surface, and that betrayal isn't one so easily forgiven. You should be trained out of it so you never make that mistake again. Perhaps becoming a doting mom will fix that defect in you, just as he hopes it fixes the deranged, vile forces inside of him that would have him lure you into something as debased as this. With every plap of his hips growing sticky with your slick, Charles can sense those urges screaming out for him to make you his.
In a haze, he orders you to shut up, to stop that incessant whining and try to enjoy what he's giving you. When you try wiggling your hips away, feebly attempting to escape the pleasure growing harder to resist, he yanks you back on his length and bruises your tits in his rough hands as recompense. If he wasn't intent on impregnating you, he would flip you over and show you how mean he can really get--but he has a job to do first, and he won't let you out from under him until you can't walk without spilling his seed. Even if Erik never laid a hand on you during these long years apart, you still chose another man to scamper off with, and that will never happen again....not if you're all swollen with his baby.
"I-I'll swallow it, Ch-Charlie-" You slur, trailing off into mindless blabber as he bends your knees back to your chest. So cute. You think you can talk yourself out of it, but he's already there--already bursting at the seams with the promise of new life, already biting down on your neck like a hound as the heat overwhelms him and fills you with ropes of thick, virile cum. So potent your body already eases to welcome him in, and your walls tighten and clench when he pulls out, like you don't want to spill even a drop.
You're so fucking drunk, you can't even keep your head up. You look a right sloppy mess, laying there with your skirt pulled up and cum pooling underneath your hips, as if you're some used sex doll that's been kicked under the bed after serving your purpose. But Charles would never think of you that way, and he wants you to know that; Erik may have stolen you away and poisoned your mind against him, but he clearly abandoned you too once he'd taken everything he wanted from you. Yes, he may have taken advantage of you now in a sickening way, but it was for a good reason, wasn't it?
Yes, it was for all the right reasons. Charles has to tell himself that to stave off the guilt that follows, the tension in your shoulders when next he touches you and the fear of him that may never go away. Soon, you'll see that his efforts have borne fruit. And when you tear up and collapse in a panic at the result of the test in your hands, Charles, your Charlie, will be right there to soothe you with promises that everything will be alright.
#charles xavier#charles xavier x reader#x men#yandere x men#yandere charles xavier#spicy writing#days of future past#ellie writes#anons
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everyone suggesting whit is claustrophobic and nobody suggesting charles is claustrophobic and that on top of all the blood in the trial room, everyone possibly being trapped there without elevator access was enough to make whit get mad at monotv. we spent a lot of the trial talking about levi not having an inherent sense of empathy, but whit is the one whose sense of compassion feels most screwy to me.
whit appears completely undisturbed through multiple people's brutal deaths. levi gets bullets through him and everyone's freaking out about getting him medical treatment ASAP, except whit. whit's primary concern was that charles didn't close his eyes and saw all the blood from it. the only things whit ever brings up with any sense of seriousness relate to charles. this goes beyond ship fuel or mastermind/traitor bait, i'm half beginning to suspect this ultimate matchmaker is just a very dedicated yandere
#yandere isn't the exact right term here i dont think whit would ever intentionally kill or maim charles. but you get what i mean#whit young#danganronpa despair time#drdt#charles cuevas#drdt spoilers#charwhit#danganronpa#fanganronpa#keri chats#that ch 2 ending huh.#i love charles most and adore whit as well but holy hell. got my eye on you mister
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Chasing Shadows - MV1/33
max verstappen x reader
summary: In honor of October 'spooky season', I decided to have a yandere Max as ghostface the killer x reader.
In the quiet town of Zandvoort, where the air hummed with the thrill of motorsport, an unsettling presence lurked beneath the surface.
The local racing community admired Max Verstappen, their thrilling champion on the track, but there was a darker side that few understood—a side that stirred from the shadows at night, donning the infamous Ghostface mask to stalk the unsuspecting. You had been a dedicated fan, following Max’s career, attending races, and cheering him on with an unwavering passion.
Little did you know, that passion had attracted the attention of someone more sinister.
One fateful evening, after a particularly electrifying race, you found yourself alone in the parking lot, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, when you felt the chilling sensation of being watched. Max—Ghostface—observed from afar, his dark figure blending into the night, relishing the thrill of the hunt.
He had a singular obsession, an urge to cleanse those who dared to encroach upon what he believed was his.
Each unwanted admirer, each close friend, was a threat to your safety, and he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them one by one. As days turned into nights, you noticed friends disappearing, shadowy figures in the distance, and the thrilling joy of racing was replaced with a haunting fear.
Desperate for safety, you began to retreat, isolating yourself from everyone but your lingering thoughts of Max.
That duality—the beloved driver and the ghost who haunted your nights—consumed your mind. One evening, as a storm raged outside, your phone buzzed with a message from Max.
"Meet me at the old racetrack."
Heart racing, you knew it was a risk, but something inside you yearned for confrontation—to understand the madness behind his mask. Arriving at the abandoned track, the wind howled ominously, and the air crackled with tension.
“You came,” he said, stepping into view, his face covered in shadows yet unmistakably him.
The thrill of seeing him sent chills down your spine, blurring the lines between fear and excitement.
“I had to warn you; they’re not safe. Anyone who gets too close…” Before he could finish, a terrifying scream erupted from the woods behind you.
They’d come searching for you—your friends, oblivious to the danger lurking in every corner.
But Max was quick, and with a swift, calculated grace, he darted into the darkness, leaving a trail of chaos behind him. You couldn’t deny the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
In that moment, seeing him unleash his rage against those who threatened you, a forbidden thrill ignited a spark within.
When he returned, the mask partially lifted, you could see the fire in his eyes—the deep desire to protect you, even if it meant becoming the very monster you feared. “Run with me, or I can make it so they never come back,” he whispered, and in that heartbeat, your fears melted away, replaced by an overwhelming desire for the man behind the mask.
“Just you and me, forever.” The tension thickened as you leaned closer, the electric energy between you palpable.
With a soft tug, Max pulled you against him, and as the storm raged around you, the chaos outside echoed the turmoil in your hearts.
Your lips met, and the touch ignited a feverish passion that had been building through every encounter with danger and desire. In the shadow of the abandoned racetrack, with Ghostface looming like a dark protector, you surrendered to your wildest fantasies—lost in a desperate embrace as the night whispered stories of thrill and peril.
Together, you danced on the edge of darkness, breathing life into a love that thrived against the backdrop of fear and chaos—a love where danger was not only thrilling but intoxicating. As the dawn approached, the headlines would tell of another tragedy in Zandvoort. But for you, this new chapter was just beginning, and with Max Verstappen—your dark hero—you would embrace whatever shadows came your way.
#max verstappen one shot#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen fic#mad max#f1 imagine#f1 x female reader#f1#f1 x reader#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 fanfic#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#lando norris x reader#lando norris#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#october#kinktober#ghostface x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#max verstappen smut#max verstappen series#max verstappen scenario#max verstappen fluff#max verstappen x you#kinktober 2024
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Christine: If I sing for you, will you grant me a favor? Erik: No. Christine: Why? Erik: Because you must sing for love and joy, not for gain. I will grant you a favor regardless of what you do.
— The Phantom of the Opera 1990 miniseries
#phantom of the opera#the phantom of the opera#poto#love#poto 1990#poto erik#romance#lovesick#erik carriere#charles dance#cherik poto#your yandere
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Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, NSFW, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, bondage, blowjob, corruption kink, voyeurism, masturbation, slight breeding kink, afab reader
Nsfw Hc's
🤺If his darling has been together with Charles long enough, past the courting phase and already in an established relationship, whether it was forced or not they already know that despite the gentlemanly act the butler can put on, he's just a little menace. He loves teasing the daylight out of his s/o and annoys them at times with the goal to make them angry, he likes flaring up their temper at times since it's adorable in his opinion. Sex during this time is still reserved for after marriage but whilst Charles might stick to the norm of his times, he surely likes to rile his darling up before they're officially his spouse. Trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone and hands roaming over your body, squeezing your breasts, your ass or petting your clothed sex. Lips smashing hungrily against yours and grinning into the kiss when he can feel how you start to rub against him, arousal taking over only for him to pull back and flash you an innocent smile.
🤺He has a bit of an corruption kink, especially if his darling wants to wait until marriage so there's this thrill of attempting to break their determination and go against the common norm. Whether he succeeds or not isn't as important though as Charles knows that he'll have you sooner or later. If you manage to resist, he'll be left with more appreciation of your willpower and if you end up crumbling and he takes you before your vows, he'll get a good time out of it and can rub it under your nose for a long time. Either result would satisfy him somehow. The corruption kink stays with Charles though as he views ordinary sex as quite boring all the time and so he constantly ends up coaxing his darling into new stuff, for the time period he lives in he's rather kinky. If you're hesitant, shy or embarrassed about his suggestions it'll only spur him on more. He's a tad bit sadistic in a way as your humiliation during sex does turn him on as long as he doesn't physically harm you.
🤺Something about the way your eyes tear up when you're submitted to his relentless teasing that can definitely hit a sensitive spot excites Charles. He knows that he's quite mean to you but that humiliated expression, the way you try to turn your head around to avoid his gaze, how you try your best to hold your tears back all whilst crumbling under him and the pleasure he provides you with has his heart swelling with warmth. Only for him will you feel those emotions and make those expressions, only for him will you shed such tears. Aren't you just lovely for him? Charles is in most cases trying to be considerate though and makes sure that despite all the things he puts you through, you always end up as a pleased, sweaty and exhausted mess in his arms. Charles has a good amount of stamina, he can go on for quite a lot of rounds. Even if you're on the brink of exhaustion, he'll force you through a few more rounds, lightly slapping you to keep you conscious. He needs you awake, otherwise it wouldn't be as enjoyable for him after all.
🤺If you're being a bit of a brat or he's left with a feeling of jealousy that bothers him more than he'd like to admit, he lets out all of his pent-up frustrations and emotions during sex. Hungry lips crashing against yours, biting down harshly to the point it's painful to guarantee that you'll have troubles hiding all the love marks you're going to have and almost poisonous words reminding you that you're his spouse, his darling and that he's the only one who can reduce you to nothing more than a horny and desperate mess. He's denying you relief again and again, very familiar by now with the way you tighten around him or how your body responds when you're close to snapping only to slow down or pull away completely to the point where you really start crying and feel his hands wiping away your tears, cooing over your condition. Do you want to come that much? Beg then. Beg like the desperate, little thing he knows you are for him and he promises that he will help you reaching your sweet release. Give him the pleasure of proving him right by throwing your pride out of the way and begging for his cock.
🤺Charles is quite fond of your breasts and your ass as he loves squeezing them so you're always positioned in a way he can have a good view of those body parts of yours, touch them and play around with them as much as he wants. Something else he quite enjoys doing with you is the act of bondage, leaving you helpless to his advances. He has fine taste so only the finest fabric will do for him although that doesn't make the act itself any less lewd. Seeing you tied up like a present for him, completely naked and vulnerable is such a breathtaking sight to behold. Hearing your complaints as you're restricted by the material, your skin only burning slightly when the fabric rubs against it, and are left to have to plead Charles to stop teasing you on purpose is utterly precious to the man. Perhaps he gets a bit too excited when you realize that he has quite the collection of fabric in different colors and with different pattern, all solely for this purpose.
🤺As the Queen's butler, Charles is often very busy and doesn't have the most time for you, something you might secretly enjoy since it allows you to have a break from the man. Obviously he's loyal to the Queen and fulfills all of his duties but he can feel stressed or even annoyed and frustrated with the tasks at hand and the morons he has to act all nice and elegant with. In between his entire schedule, the butler loves to take you for a quick round or just have you sucking him off to release some pressure and put him in a better mood. His missions demand from him at times to leave for a longer period of time so the day before he has to leave, you know at one point what he'll end up doing. Devouring as much of you, committing as much of you into his memory as he can for the time he'll be away from you. You're always left with hickies everywhere after so you don't end up forgetting him during his absence. As soon as he returns, he pretends to want to make up for all the days he was gone whilst really just primarily rewarding himself for completing his job and having his darling back.
🤺He enjoys the act of voyeurism quite a lot too. When he walks in on you pleasing yourself, he just takes a seat and encourages you to go on, grey eyes watching you hungrily and twinkling with mischief when he sees your embarrassed expression as he starts stroking his own hardening erection whilst watching you rubbing yourself furiously, fingers soaked in your juices. It's shortly after you've reached your height that he abruptly stands up, crawls to you on the bed and spreads your legs, his breath fawning over your sensitive pussy before his tongue enters your wet pussy, lapping up your arousal and coercing you to clamp down a second time around his tongue, sullying his face in your release. When he looks up at you and flashes you a smirk, you know that he's far from done though, especially when your eyes land on the bulge in his pants.
🤺The butler is awfully shameless at times, counting for example the times he gifted you lingerie he wanted you to wear for him or the casual way he touches you or whispers at times in public something in your ear, leaving you alone trying to hide the embarrassment and potential arousal. As someone with a high position, Charles is expected to have an heir in the next few years. A topic that never did interest him too much before but with passing time into the marriage, he starts warming up to the idea of raising a child or two with you. He's sure that you'd look quite adorable with a swollen belly carrying his child.
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Blissfully Unaware
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Pairing: Yandere!Charles Leclerc x gn!reader x Yandere! Carlos Sainz
Warnings: Dark themes, pervy Charles and Carlos, reader panicks at a few points. Reader watches a film with a spicyish scene but no smut, so many mentions of underwear (not in a sexual setting).
Notes: And we are back! I hope to get the Logan fic out in the next few days and work on some more requests. But this is a fic based off of this request. Enjoy!
Summary: It's completely normal to have a small crus on one of your coworkers. Two? Meh it happens. But what happens when you end up sleeping in the same room due to their meticulous planning chance? Well, one can only guess...
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Your shoes click below you as you walk through the paddock towards Ferrari hospitality. The rain patters to the side of you and you quickly duck into the doorway of Ferrari. You breathe a sigh of relief. This weekend would be interesting with the weather forecast looking how it does. You turn to your left at a gentle call of your name.
Charles Leclerc stood in all of his glory. A man that despite there being immense amounts of downpour today, still manages to look flawless. "Charles, hi!" The man smiles at you softly and begins to talk with you about anything and everything. The two of you even manage to get onto the topic of the next race on the calendar before a rough cough cuts through your conversation. Your eyes fly to the intruder only to be met with a familiar shade if brown. "Good morning Carlos, how are you today?"
Carlos walks towards you and you turn your attention from the Monagasque to the tall Spaniard in front of you. You only manage a short conversation before your eyes fall on the clock just to the side of Carlos' head and you curse. "Oh no... We're running a bit late." Charles moves towards you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry mon chéri, everyone will be with the weather today." You shrug and murmer that you're going to your office to collect the notes for today.
Yet unbeknownst to you, the two men left in the room shoot sharp stares of jealousy to the other.
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You walk back into the entrance in pursuit of "escorting" the Ferrari men to the first media duty of the day. Despite it being awful weather, and being sodden all throughout the weekend, there is no rest for the pilots when it comes to media commitments. You pace back into the foyer and catch the end of Carlos and Charles' conversation I hushed whispers. You swear you could have heard your name but before you get the chance to eavesdrop anymore, the two are sharing a film handshake and turning to look at you.
"So, it looks like the first job of the day is going to be filming a video for YouTube. But I think it'll be upstairs rather than outside today. Both men breathe sigh of relief at your words. With how Ferrari can be, no one would be surprised if they were forced to film outside and then filmed for thirst trap videos of their damp bodies afterwards. "Well show the way mi corazón and we will eagerly follow." You laugh at Carlos' playful tone and lead the two of them upstairs.
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You're surprised how grueling the day turned out to be. It's only Thursday and you can't wait for the opportunity to get back to the hotel and change into more comfortable clothes. You make sure to lock your car and grab your work bag. After you close the door you begin to look for some comfortable sleep clothes.
You crouch to reach under the bed and find your suitcase. Your hand shoots out and you tal around but still don't find your luggage. How odd. You stand up but are met by the sight of a half unzipped suitcase. Oh you must have haphazardly chucked it on your bed and zipped it before you left for work. That explains its location...but why does it look like on so the zips is broken? You lean in to take a closer look. Yes this has happened to you before but only when you were very hastily shutting the zip. Oh well at least there were several zips on there.
You open the case in search of your favourite pair of undergarments. You truly wanted to feel at your comfiest today. Yet once again, you can't seem to find them. You pull out the many shirts and various miscellaneous clothing items. Yet you seem to have misplaced a large majority of your underwear. You sigh in defeat.
Well it wasn't the most hygienic but maybe you can wear some from yesterday. At least they'd had more air exposure than your current pair. You go into the small laundry hamper in the corner of the room. You dive in and find your jeans from yesterday, a pair of Ferrari socks (work standard bit unbelievable comfy) , one gag "I ❤ Montreal" shirt gifted to you a few years ago. But not yesterday's underwear... You take a deep breath to stop yourself from internally freaking out and walk back over to the suitcase.
Maybe you just packed them ina different place this time. After a good few minutes, you find your underwear stuffed into one if the front pockets of the case (with both a substantial amount missing and with nothing being folded).
You finally get changed and fall backwards onto the expensive, hotel sofa and try and find a film. Just for today, you allow yourself to order in some food and you excuse the large expense of the just eat order as a means to treat yourself. You start to watch the old rom-com on the television but find yourself zoning out and thinking about anything that will come to mind and stay. That may be why your mind lingers on the two Ferrari men (you must admit that they never really leave your mind).
A loud sound cuts into your daydreams. The two main characters begin to have a passionate exchange that grown more and more heated. And your mind can't can't but flash to the conjured image of you and Charles in that situation. Like the character to his love intrest, his hands slowly making their way up your body in a long trail of featherlight touches.
You shake your head to clear your thoughts. How inappropriate. And goodness how awful of you was it taht you couldn't even eat ha film without getting frustrated. You turn your attention back to the screen. The actor on screen begins to murmur in a voice so deep that it reminds you of a certain Spaniard. And now you're imagining Carlos pinning you to the table whilst kissing you like it's your last day on Earth. Gosh, you feel like such a perv.
The image of the "Smooth Operator" makes you fail to realise when the lights begin to flicker. You bolt upright in panick. This hadn't happened before and you were already stressed enough from earlier. You try and sit doen and take deep breaths, assuring yourself that it'll be sorted soon. You focus back on the characters on the screen and fall back into your Ferrari infused daydream.
The sharp ring of the doorbell breaks you from your dreamy state. You skip towards the door, ready to have something good happen this evening and get your hands on the meal that's just dripping with grease and unhealthiness. However, you're not met with a just eat delivery person and instead you're met with a man in the hotel uniform. "Hello. Are you Y/N Y/L/N?" You nod and shrink in on yourself, suddenly consious of your too casual clothing. Your body buzzes with anxiety as to what the worker will say next and you feel like you've been plunged with ice cold water when he says he'll have to evacuate you from the room. Something about pests. You feel like you've been pushed to the deepest part if that ice cold water when he explains that the hotel is overbooked and asks if you can stay with anyone.
Sure, you you can that. You can probably bunk with Marie, the lovely old woman that runs the lighting for videos, you think she's somewhere here. Or even Todd, the new chef's apprentice. What no, he went home to watch his daughter's play. You don't even register nodding at the man but when someone behind the door opposite you begins to frustratedly mumble, you certainly gain a sense of sobriety.
"Qui est-ce? Il est bien trop tard pour ça" (Who is it? It is way too late for this.). You look at Charles hopefully as he opens the door. When he finally realises that it is in fact you that woke him up this evening, a sleepy grin takes over his lips. "Y/N, mon amour. Whatever is the matter?" He ushers you onto the sofa of his hotel room and you explain what happened.
He sits next to you and rubs your shoulders. You hate to admit how simple it makes you look but you feel almost all of your previous stress melt away at the gentle touch. Charles offers you a coffee whilst stating that "It will probably be pretty bad but it's something at least." You nod and smile, softly thanking him in the process. You turn the TV on (carefully, to avoid the channel you were viewing earlier) and begin to watch an old, outdated 80s sitcom. Charles comes back, and holds out a coffee in hand and you choose not to comment on the fact that he brings 3 mugs over to the lounge area in total. All is explained however, when a soft knock on the door is heard and Carlos comes in.
He greets Charles and then you, giving you a gentle smile. He asks why your here (yet doesn't act surprised at all that yours here). And you can't help but also spill this evening's events to Carlos (leaving out your laundry hamper interaction of course). Surprisingly though, he tells a similar story about how he was told by the hotel to find somewhere else to bunk for the might, it must be a common thing.
You apologise for his misfortune and Carlos urges you to continue your story. You speak about the suddsn, ominous light flickering up your room and he comforts you with a sympathetic look and that's when Charles cuts in. "So where are you going to sleep ma très chère?" You furrow your brows. You hadn't thought this far. Clearly, Carlos was quick to process the situation because in a monent, he has his hand on your shoulder and is propositioning you. "Well espléndido, it might be sensible if you deck with Charles tonight." You shake your head. "What about you Carlos, where will you go." He tilts his head in amusement at your clear concern for him. "Meh, I shall sleep on a sofa in the foyer if I have to." You her Charles tut to your right.
"Don't be foolish. I know it is a squeeze but we can all sleep here tonight." You turn to Charles (just in time to miss Carlos lean back and smirk). "Really?" Charles repeats your words back to you and inches closer to you. "It is the least I can do." He smiles like a puppy at you and you thank him profusely. "What about Carlos though?" He shakes his head with laugh. "He can be here as well of course." Your cheeks warm slightly d you realise what this means, spending the night in a room with two very attractive men that you have dreamed about on many occasions. Oh no...
You voice your concern about sleeping arrangements to Charles and he just hums. "Well mon cœur, my mither wouldn't have raised me right if I didn't let you have the bed." You roll your eyes. "Don't be silly, the two of you can take the bed whilst I can sleep on one if the sofas." Charles raises an eyebrow at you, challenging your statement. "You will not. Just look at how uncomfortable they look." You glance at the sofa. Yeah, despite this being an expensive hotel, they look like the type of sofa to give you a back ache by morning. "Well what does Carlos say?" The two if you turn to Carlos, still leaning back in the armchair, smirking. Charles scoffs.
"Enjoying the show are you." Carlos just laughs. "Y/N, mi amor, Charles and I would rather not sleep than take the bed from you. You go to argue with him but Charles softly cuts across you before you have the chance. "Y/N, look. We are going to be in this predicament for the next few nights, please just take the bed and we'll sort something our for later. Hack we can even take it in turns." You look Charles un the eyes and can't find it in you to disagree. You glance back at Carlos snd the sheer ferocity of your looks makes you feel like you'll loose your friendship if you decline the offer. You drop your head down and murmur a quiet agreement. The two men, unbeknownst to you, share equally as sinister smirks but they're gone in a moment as they go to prepare for bed.
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It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep explially with the low timbre of Carlos' voice and the soft curl of Charles accent. Or maybe it was mostly due to your tired state. Which would explain an awful lot.
It would explain how you missed the sight of the box half sticking out from under the bed, containing your missing sets of underwear, a lipbalm you lost many weeks ago and even a multitude of photos in you in many locations and positions from you getting a drink at a café many weeks ago to you getting undressed in the sanctuary of your bedroom. It would explain how you missed a letter on the desk not far from the bed, thanking the two men for their payment and costume for an act by a starting actor, and confirming the date of performance (tonight). It would explain how you missed the two pilots usually dresses in red talking (with evident dopey grins in their voices) about how their plan worked and how they are closer to you you they ever dreamed, even how they intend to futher the development of your predicament. It would would explain how you failed to miss the two soft kisses placed on either side of your head with quiet promises of always protecting you, promises of staying forever devoted to you, confessions of love and admitions of acts of insanity just for a moment of your attention. And most of all, it would explain how you missed the two world famous drivers get under the covers and snuggle up to you.
But that was an issue for when you woke up....
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Alroght guys whose going to tell me whats goin on in the yuurivoice lore... IVE BEEN CONFUSED SINCE THE START GUYS IM A #POSER 😭😭😭
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OH MY GOD imagine platonic yandere adults, find out that the reader is their biological child somehow. Maybe from one of the scientists while doing some test and yans find out they need all of there reactions, especally if Wanda and peitro find out they have another sibling.
Ooooooh, yes! Yeah, that WOULD make things different. Because now the adult/s in question feel more attached (or entitled) to Reader, especially if they were someone who turned out very different from them (as in, saner and maybe a bit nicer)...
If it was Magneto who was Reader's biological parent, surprise, he's now doubling his efforts to free himself, his kids, Charles, and the rest of them out. And those who harmed his kids? They'll be dead when he's done with them. Of course, he is going to try and get closer to Reader, attempt to tell them what he now knows. Hopefully they believe him...
If Charles Xavier is Reader's biological parent, oh, what's this? A few guards mysteriously ended up in a coma? Oh, some head scientist who saw him went insane? That's nothing to worry about, but let's talk, try to calm down, and enjoy a bit of peace, shall we? Yeah, Xavier is ready to keep Reader safe, be it by incapacitating their abusers or simply helping calm his kid down. He wants to badly tell them their relation, but he's aware that it might not be a good time. But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long any of them have...
If Logan is Reader's biological parent, he's scared. He doesn't want them to get hurt, and he doesn't want them to be used as a weapon. He also doesn't want to hurt them. But he also wants to be close to them, wants to protect them. He's worried even more, because they could get hurt just for being related to him. He feels like he can be a bit more feral around them if he's their parent, because it's just as likely they're feral, too, and neither one of them would hurt the other when they're like that, would they? He'll be by their side as long as he can, and he'll try his best to keep them safe. He just hopes Reader survives long enough so they can escape...
If Victor was Reader's biological parent, he's ready to break out even sooner. He has a cub? And they're hurt? And they're sweet? And they're his blood? Ooooooooh, he's going to be goring those lab rats when he's free. He can share his kid with Jimmy, Logan, his runt, but the others? ... He'll think about it. He gets more possessive of them, more protective. If Reader is his by blood, then he feels he should have a say in how they handle them... And he won't hurt them, he'll try not to, but they shouldn't run if he goes to collect them. They don't need to be scared of their papa, right? He's keeping them safe, getting rid of their enemies and freeing their friends and uncle...
If Ororo was Reader's biological parent, she'd be very loving and motherly towards them. She'd happily accept them, and she'd be happy to take care of them. She's sorry they're in this situation, and wishes they could have found this all out some other way, but she hopes that they can move past their trauma and heal together, along with Evan and their friends. She will be electrocuting anyone who lays hands on them, and will be keeping Reader close once they've all escaped. She just has to break the news to them first, that they are related... Hopefully it won't make things worse, finding out about all of this...
Mystique would feel happy about it. One of her kids actually likes her? And this child is friends were her other two children? It's perfect! Perhaps she can finally reconnect with them, the way she's wanted to for a long time. She however hates that they're all stuck in this death trap of a place. She'll get rid of the ones who did this to them, and then they can all go home. She has to do this. If not, she could very well lose them all before they've got the chance to leave. She just hopes she can tell Reader about this newfound information next time she sees them...
Hank would enjoy knowing this, while also being bewildered. He, has a child? Him? When did this happen? And with who? Where? Why? It doesn't matter, he supposes. It just matters that he tells them, eventually. And that they survive, and get out. He knows his team, his family, will accept Reader, they already do, so knowing Reader is his kid will only make him more able to have a claim over them, to truly parent them. He already has ideas, and he's so ready to be done with this awful place. All they have to do is make it awhile longer, and it will only be a bad memory...
(I'd gladly discuss each possible parent option further, but I myself like any of the feral guys as possible parents for Reader. What can I say? They're my comfort characters! But I would find it fun if Reader were someone's hidden kid/clone... What do y'all have in mind over this?)
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How many children would Yandere historical Men wish they had? If the fem-reader wanted five or more children. What would the historical Men reaction be?
Characters- Edward Seymour, King Henry V, Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon, Lorenzo De Medici and Francesco Pazzi?
Hmm... I guess it really depends but I would say they would all like to have lots of children with her but they know it's quite common for a woman to die in childbirth so they would keep that in mind.
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Edward Seymour ♡
Edward would like to have at least two children, both sons. He would like to have daughters with his beloved, but he would prioritize sons to keep his family in power. If his wife wants to have more than five children, he would be fine with that. The more children you have, the more tied and dependent you will be to him.
King Henry V ♡
Henry would like to have several children with his beloved, mainly because he is a Monarch and needs to keep his royal lineage continuing. If his darling wants to have more than five children, that's great! Henry would probably like to have at least ten children. Even though he is terrified at the thought of you passing away in childbirth, he still wants to have a huge family with his darling.
Napoleon Bonaparte ♡
Napoleon wants to have at least one son to also maintain his power through a male heir. He doesn't have a specific number of children he would like to have with his darling, at least one is certain. But if you want to have more than five children, Napoleon will be fine with the idea. The more the merrier, right?
King Henry VIII ♡
Henry wants a male heir above all else and when you give him that, he won't worry about the idea of having more children unless you bring up the idea to him. Henry would be so caught up in the joy of finally having his dream son that he wouldn't think about his next children. However, I imagine he would like to have at least one more son, just in case. Henry would be worried about having more than five children because he fears losing you but he won't be against it if you want him to.
Charles Brandon ♡
Charles really isn't worried about the idea of children at the moment, he's more focused on enjoying his wife and spending as much time as he can with her and he's well aware that he would have to share his attention with a child. However, he knows that he needs to continue his lineage and that's why I see him wanting to have only two children, three at most. He wouldn't like it more than that and mainly because he knows how dangerous childbirth is and this man can't lose you under any circumstances.
Lorenzo de' Medici ♡
Lorenzo wants to have many children with his darling and there is no discussion about that. Eight children at least, that's what he wants. Coming from a powerful family, I don't see him putting the Medici's power at risk because of the lack of descendants. Although he doesn't want to risk your life in childbirth, he will still have many children with you. Lorenzo likes to see you pregnant because it just affirms that you belong to him.
Francesco Pazzi ♡
Francesco would like to have a considerable number of children with his darling. At least four children, but he's not opposed to having more if that's what you want. He loves you and wants to make you, so if having more than five kids is what you want, who is he to judge? Francesco just needs confirmation that it won't kill you. He couldn't bear to lose the woman he loves.
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growing up räikkönen | f1 grid
fem! reader x räikkönen family, f1 grid
note(s): reader is kimi’s eldest daughter 👍 2nd pov but for the plot reader has a name. We start off in the 2021 season, reader becomes a driver for mclaren the 2022 season. main idea is everyone is obsessed with her lolol
Warning(s): potentially triggering relationship dynamics, some obsessive behavior tbh bc i like em crazy, mostly cute stuff tho!
GROWING UP RÄIKKÖNEN MEANS having a chaotic first few years, but with your father everything always works out. kimi isn’t even 22 when you’re born (2001), and your mother is just a fling who sadly passes away before you turn one, but you are his world. he melts at the sight of his eldest daughter; the one who he raised as his alone. Sure, you’ve had a couple step moms, but only one father who happens to be the protective type. You grow up in the f1 paddocks because kimi doesn’t like being apart from you for too long. even with his marriage to jenni, he has her watch you during his races. Just the racing part though, he commonly totes you along with him during anything he can, even media duties. due to his own upbringing, your schooling is the highest of priorities, but it’s still a guarantee you know how to drive anything by age 16. He wants you to be prepared for anything life throws at you, though of course he wouldn’t let you do it alone.
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SOME DAD! KIMI THINGS; childhood
he named you after himself (kimi -> miki, unoriginal)
when you were ages 1 month - 6 years, he took you everywhere with him
he nicknames you “lumienkeli” snow angel in finnish
his first tattoo was a portrait of baby-you with your full name and birth date
kimi can’t say no to his little girl, so you end up bringing all kinds of stray pets home, even from other countries
you and step-mom jenni iconic duo
uncle seb vettel and michael schumacher (who babysat you growing up) buying you and kimi matching outfits
kimi is very bad at documenting things properly, so jenni organized and labeled his entire “isä ja miki-mäiri” photo album. after they divorced, minttu took over that position, adding robin and rianna.
no-dating rule implemented as soon as you mention a crush at school (you were 6)
crazy dad! kimi who tried to run over your first boyfriend with a snowmobile
a responsible drinker around his sweet daughter but when you’re home attending school, he has his iconic drinking benders (championship era all the way to his divorce era)
kimi who learns to braid hair so you can keep your hair tidy and untangled beneath your first helmet
you are his mini-me (mostly, just in the ways he intended)
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Twitter; self-ran
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Instagram; self-ran
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photo album; written by kimi-matias räikkönen (edited by jenni dahlman and minttu räikkönen)
äiti ja miki-mäiri lumienkeli mik ja isä
2001 <3 (2004)
isosisko miki, minun miki-mäiri miki-mäiri ja robin ja rianna 10th syntymäpäivä setä rami (2006)
miki ja jenni <3 isän vauva miki-mäiri ja
(2003) (kesäkuuta 2002) serrku justus
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this is the introduction to this fic / au. Please send asks to get the ball rolling! If you don’t know kimi lore, this might not make much sense oops
- ren
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