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So based on Yugioh, can you write a oneshot featuring Joey Wheeler going on a date night with a rich girl reader please? You can decide on the places they'd visit but I'd like the theme to have Joey feeling insecure about dating a wealthy and influential reader due to his poor background. What do you think?
I think that would be interesting to write about🤔😃👍I also think it would be a change of pace in a good way😃👍Plus with the plot and Joey Wheeler, I think it would be fun and interesting🤔😁👍
What Do You Truly See In Me? ((Adult) Joey Wheeler x Rich Girl Reader(aka Female Reader))
Genres: Angst and Comfort
Both you and Joey Wheeler have been in a relationship for about a year. While both you and Joey have alot in common, especially dueling. The thing is that Joey has a poor background while you're a wealthy influencer.
A year ago, the first time Joey met you, he admitted about being a huge fan of yours because of (the wealthy influencer career of reader's choice). You felt admired by it. You also became flattered when he ask you out, which you told him yes, then you and Joey exchanged phone numbers with eachother.
One year later, not much has changed, except the fact his feelings of insecurity grew. It's not about another person he's worried about taking you away or anything like that. You always wanted to take care of Joey, especially in a financial way, and even if he doesn't need financial help, you always spoil him with stuff, especially when he's not expecting you to. While he appreciates you doing things for him especially his needs and spoiling him without expecting it, at the same time, as time went he keeps feeling like he's take advantage of you, even tough he hasn't asked much from you.
One day, you noticed he was feeling down, so you decided to surprise him by bringing him to an expensive japanese buffet, since it has plenty of food that he likes, you thought. Once you brought him there as his surprise, he still feels down, while trying to hide it from you, as he pretended that everything is going fine for him. You basically know better, despite of not being aware of his insecurity.
After you and Joey went in the expensive japanese buffet, you and Joey ordered drinks (japanese sodas). As you were about to pay the cashier prior to getting yourself and Joey started to eat, he rushed to pay for both your buffet meal and his buffet meal to risk spending most of his money he has left (if not all of the money he had left). You're happy for him that he did pay for both buffet meals and all, however you're confused and concerned about his behavior as well. So, he decided to wait on himself and you to get the buffet food to have you sit down to wait for him. You then thought up ways to have a serious talk with him.
After Joey brought your food and his food to the table you told him, "Hey, Joey. If you don't mind, I think we need to have a talk. Not just about you feeling down, however it's also about you behavior at the register, prior to the waitress finding a table for us.". Joey knew why you did want to have a talk, however he pretended to be okay by agreeing as he replied, "Okay, (Rich Girl Reader Name).". You then explained in concern, "Well you see Joey, I noticed earlier today you were feeling down, so I thought maybe taking you to the expensive japanese buffet would cheer you up, then I noticed that you paid for both our buffets. I mean it was nice of you to do so, however I'm concerned about you, Joey. I'm starting to be scared that you might be ashamed of me for some reason. Please don't act like you don't know anything. I know you're hiding your emotions and I like to you to be honest with me. Are you ashamed of me or not?".
Joey did start to feel worse about himself, knowing what he did made you feel bad about his own behavior. He then replied, "No, no. That's not true all (Rich Girl Reader Name). I just have been ashamed of myself honestly. Tell me, (Rich Girl Reader's Name)? What did you really see in me?". You were shocked about what he told you by asking, "What do you mean Joey? Are you implying that I only said yes to being in the relationship with you out of pity due to me being wealthy and you're not?". He replied honestly, "That and I feel like I'm taking advantage of you just from you paying for everything for me, despite me not asking you to. I mean I appreciate everything you did and are doing for me and all. It's just that due to my poor background and you're so wealthy, I just feel like I'm a terrible boyfriend for you for you paying for everything, while I never have been able to buy you anything expensive! I just don't know why you stayed despite this, if you're not pitying me! I also have been worrying about one of us or both of us getting insulted due to you being tons richer than me, and then one of these days people will be convincing us to snub eachother, because of this. Why did you never leave me, despite of knowing my poor background, if pitying me isn't the case?!".
You then realized the real reason why he was feeling down, then you went on his side of the table to hug him, as you told him, "I'm sorry you've been feeling insecure about this. If I would have known that I would have found another way to cheer you up and tell you that I still love you and I took you in and stayed by your side, because I find you cute, funny, kind hearted, and all of these amazing qualities you have. I promise, I'm not going out with you out of pitying you over me being more wealthy than you. I'm going out with you, because you're better than all the other guys I met. All other guys did was use me for their own personal gain and (anything else to the reader's imagination). You're different Joey. I told my parents about you and they're convinced that you're using me for my money, and I told them similar as what I'm telling you. You're not taking advantage of me, because you didn't twist my arm (metaphorically), for me to get you anything or even help you, Joey! And you're not like any of the other men I dated! You're better than them, because to me riches don't matter to me! All that matters is that we love eachother, because of I can't marry you or even have you, then I refuse to marry anyone else nor even be with anyone else! I love you for who you are! Not for what we can do for eachother nor out of pity!," you then kissed his forehead. He blushed, then happy tears came down as he said, 'I love you for who you are too, (Rich Girl Reader Name) and with all my heart.". as he hugged you, then proceeded to kiss your forehead back. Both you and Joey Wheeler, then actually started eating together afterwards.
After your date night at the expensive japanese buffet with Joey Wheeler and talking things out with him , your relationship with him has grown stronger for it. Even to the point where he is no longer insecure based on the "wealthy and poor background" relationship. His life (with you), has been much better eversince then.
The End
Okay my Tumblr Peeps I truly hope you enjoy this fanfic with Joey Wheeler and it makes your day😁👍As for you, @princeasimdiya12 , thank you very much for requesting a fanfic for me to write, and I truly hope you enjoy, how I written about this Joey Wheeler fanfic and that this fanfic makes your day, as well😃👍
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The OCs search history <3
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"How to take care of ptsd in partner"
"How to make someone stop crying"
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"Healthy recipes"
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"Plushies"
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King Edmund (let's pretend he has internet for a hot minute):
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Jerry:
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"Best hotel resorts for couples"
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"Love poems"
"Poison"
"*your adress*"
"Best perfumes to seduce someone"
"*your instagram*"
"*your name*"
"How do I know if I'm blocked on social media"
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I just found out about your blog recently and I'm in loveee with your original fics, especially Predator and Prey & The Hands That Hold You, I love Char and Arielle 🥹 Big muscular women for life
Is it alright if I ask for some Sena Riko as a service top? 🥹
Yandere SSIR Short Stories:
Wait Till I’m Done
Yandere Sena Riko x Fem Reader
TW: Yandere, lesbian sex, oral (receiving for reader), overstimulation, jealousy, etc.
(Skin color) fingers tangled in blonde locks as a whimper escaped (your name)’s throat. Riko wriggled her pink muscle in and out of (your name)’s hole as her golden eyes peered up at her.
The poor young woman was dragged to the locker room the minute her girlfriend, Sena Riko, won her match. The muscular woman lifted (your name) up and pressed the smaller girl against the locker as she shoved her panties off to the side to feast. The skirts of (your name)’s dress hiked up to her waist while her legs rested on Riko’s bulky shoulders.
It’s been nearly twenty minutes since Riko began to eat her out like a starved animal, but poor (your name) was at her wit’s end. She felt so overstimulated from how many times Riko made her cum with that talented mouth. It wasn’t fair! Riko was always so mean…
“S-stop! You’re so mean!” (Your name) cried as her girlfriend continued to feast on her. Riko’s muscular hands held (your name)’s thighs firmly apart. There was no doubt in (your name)’s mind that Riko would leave finger shaped bruises all over her plus thighs after this… Riko was always so rough.
“Mean? Says the cute little princess who’s came four times and counting.” Riko gave a loud chuckle, her golden eyes never left (your name)’s once. Riko was like a lioness staring down a gazelle. A predator that kept its prey trapped beneath her jaw in an inescapable hold. Why did (your name) have to love such a powerful woman?
“P-please? I’m tired…”
“I don’t care, princess. Don’t I deserve a nice meal after my fight?” Riko chuckled between (your name)’s soaked folds. “You looked so fucking cute cheering for me… I tried to rush my fight just so I can put my head between your perfect legs. Seeing you shake and cry excited me more than anything. You’re so cute!”
(Your name) could only whimper when Riko teasingly ran her tongue down (your name)’s swollen clit once more. The salacious noises made (your name)’s head spin and her cheeks turn even pinker. The poor girl was already on the verge of another orgasmz
“W-what if someone walks in on us?” (Your name) meekly asked which earned her a chuckle from Riko.
“I hope they do. Then they’ll know exactly who fucks you. I can’t stand the way everyone looked at you like a piece of meat.. don’t they know you’re mine?!” Riko pulled away from (your name)’s damp entrance to show off the essence that coated her lips. “Now just wait until I’m done, princess. I’m still riding the high of my victory.”
(Your name) can only wrap her legs around Riko’s head as her fingers held onto Riko’s blonde locks for dear life. It seemed her girlfriend was jealous again… they were going to be here for a long while then.
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“Are You Listening?”
Interlude: “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”
Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.
Summary: Issa Interlude, mama. Expect the unexpected.
Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, and drinking-little libation for the one, two.
Word Count: 1,700+.
A/N: My lovelies! My babies! Mama’s back and I got a little sum-sum for ya! Let’s start this weekend with a little Rio and the crew, yeah? Yeah. I want to give so many thanks to all of you sweet lovelies who have been rocking with me this entire time. Most of you know that the past year and a half has been quite the struggle. To everybody who took time out of your day to come and check in on me, please know that I’m appreciative and forever grateful to have connected with such amazing people🥹♥️. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks as well💓. I’m a little rusty, so be gentle with your girl. Enjoy my sweet babies. Before anyone asks, yes, I’ve been working on Pt. 4😂😏😈.
"Are You Listening?" - The Playlist
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Your body pressed down into the plush mattress as you reveled in the comfort and security of being home. Your mind replayed the image of your mom snatching the door open, the two of you hugging tightly, rocking side to side. You had spent the past week trying to survive final exams and warding off the many questions of, “What’s wrong, baby girl?” The woman who gave you life knew you all too well. Sensing that her youngest baby was struggling, her attempts to get you to open up over the phone went unanswered. With the semester complete, being home didn’t leave much space to dodge the knowing gaze in her eyes.
That master’s degree will probably be a waste of time.
The moment you pulled away from the hug, she cupped your chin, and your poker face cracked as the tears cascaded down your cheeks. Two hours later, you filled her in on everything from the stress of school, financial aid, working doubles, and the fresh crack in your heart that was taking its sweet-ass time to heal. All of which had only taken about forty minutes to stutter out. The talk and her comfort had left you wiped out, and just like any amazing mother would do, she sent you to your room for a nap and got to work on preparing comfort food.
You considered dozing off for a bit more rest, but your bedroom door flew open, bouncing off the corner of your vanity. Your eyes narrowed to mere slits as you started to curse your oldest brother out. His hand raising halted the verbal reprimand.
“Alena’s big-headed ass is here to see ya mean ass,” he snarked about the woman who would eventually become his wife.
These two bitches are so in love. It’s sickening. The attraction is so annoyingly obvious. Shit makes me sick to my stomach.
Before you could tell him you didn’t want company, she was already in the doorframe. “Uh-uh, bitch you are not about to dodge me for another two weeks.” With those words said, you had no choice but to give her a rundown of what had transpired. Not only had she forced you to divulge every last detail while the two of you hugged and cried together. She also took it upon herself to wiggle you into your best freakum dress and head out for a girl’s night.
Being the baby and the only girl in your family made for very over-the-top protective parents. The moment your father saw your attire, he wouldn’t let up. He was hell-bent on forcing your brothers to chaperone.
It wasn’t a horrible idea. Only you didn’t like your independence challenged. Luckily, the older siblings were pretty chill, so long as no one was overly aggressive. They had taught you how to handle shit for yourself at a young age. You spent the first half hour in the club pouting and ready to go home to wallow in self-misery.
“Hoe! If you don’t fix your face, scaring off every good-looking man in this club!”
“They’ll be alright, so long as they keep their distance. In case you didn’t get the memo after our long talk. Men make my ass itch,” you growled, kissing your teeth.
“Whateva, you and that stank attitude can have a good time together,” she sassed, throwing up a hand and walking away from the bar.”
“Where are you going? Alena!”
“I’ll be back, damn! Let me go on and annoy them, fine-ass brothers of yours. Be nice, and don’t bite nobody head off, sourpuss.”
“Always thirsting after my blood, just triflin’.”
With the flick of a middle finger, she sauntered over to their section. You could see the irritation rolling off them as she seated herself in the middle. The arguing started seconds later. Your eye twitched at the sight. Swinging the barstool back toward the liquor, you were about to pass the time scrolling through social media. Instead, a set of bronzed-colored, muscular digits came into view. They gently pressed your phone to the bar as the matching digits slid another lemon drop into view. Your eyes danced along those muscular fingers, trailing upward until they landed on one of the sexiest faces you’d ever witnessed. If any other man would’ve done this, he would’ve been set straight expeditiously. In this instance, ole boy was just too damn fine, and it left you on mute. The corners of his mouth lifted into a handsome smirk.
The stranger turned his barstool to get closer. One hand rested on the bar while the other cradled the back of your seat. His eyes roamed over your body, lip tucking between his teeth, matching you stare for stare. He chuckled when he noticed your quirked eyebrow.
“I don’t mean to intrude on ya evening, but I figured you could use another drink.”
“Is that so?”
“Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with your friend. I’m tryin’ to figure out why these men got your fine ass itching out here.”
Shit, he heard that? Floor, open up and swallow me. That’s so damn embarrassing.
As if reading your thoughts, he continued, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, mama. There’s a lot of boys running around here pretending to be men. Who was crazy enough to fumble you? He gotta be the dumbest man on earth.”
As if on cue, said fumbler’s name popped up on your caller ID. With a swipe of a finger, the phone went silent. You turned back to your new admirer. He had signaled for another round of drinks.
“Either you’re a big spender, or the bartender is your connect,” you teased.
“Connect is one way of putting it. This my spot, darlin’.”
He chuckled as you damn near choked on your drink.
“I’m sorry. Tend to put my foot in my mouth.”
“You good. I like a woman who’s not afraid to speak her mind. Dealing with me, you go to say it with your chest.”
“Oh, so you plan to be around me beyond tonight?”
“Around, underneath, on top. We locked in, mama,” he insisted, licking his lips.
“I don’t even know your name, fool,” you cackled at his cockiness.
“Name’s Rio, but you can call me Christopher, mama. My future wife needs to know my government name. I’m putting my trust in you. Don’t be tellin’ my business, sweetheart.”
“Who says I’m checking for you, Rio?”
“You accepted my company and drinks. Deep down, you’re intrigued by me. Ain’t no need to hide it. When I see something I want, gotta go after it, mama.” he rasped, voice lowering to a panty-dropping level.
“You’re trouble. I just know it.”
Rio planted both hands on your thighs. The gasp that escaped you lit his brown orbs with passion.
“Can I have your undivided attention for the night? Want to get to know you better, mama.”
Grabbing his outstretched hand, he helped you down off the stool.
“Rio…”
Piercing light flickered in the darkness, pulling you from the memory that played itself in your dreams. Your hand snatched the vibrating phone from the table. Your orbs squinted to read the screen, teeth clenching in frustration.
Fucking Rio, I can’t even get away from him in my sleep. Stupid-handsome-asshole.
With a single tap, the phone rested on DND. You closed off from the world to find a peaceful slumber, only to wake from another dream. Throwing the covers back, you startled, feeling the bed dip. His cologne wafted through the air, and your eyes connected.
“Why all the tossing and turning, amor? Hmm,” he rasped, hand trailing up your arm. His warm palm cradled the side of your neck, rubbing away some of the tension.
“Sorry, did my restlessness wake you?”
“No, querida. I’ve been up taking care of some things.”
“Same old Miguel. Everything business. Still don’t sleep much, huh?”
His eyes crinkled with a small smile, but you could also see sadness. It’s the same unhappiness that’s always lingered, only now accompanied by sparks of anger and resentment. Your mind replayed his words in the elevator.
Where’s your wife, Miguel?
She had other plans tonight.
The slightest mention of her had nearly sent his mood spiraling. You weren’t privy to what was happening in his marriage but didn’t want to pry. He would only reverse card uno your ass. Miguel would insist that you vent about your own life and frustrations.
“Thank you for taking the couch,” you nibbled at your lip.
There was a hint of frustration and guilt lingering in your chest. Not being able to sleep without dreaming of Rio left you feeling conflicted. Part of you wanted to say to hell with loyalty. Being in such a vulnerable state had you craving to be held and cuddled, but regardless of circumstance, the two of you were very much married. Concern swam in the pools of his eyes. Miguel sensed the ongoing dilemma in your head, and his fingers gently cupped your chin.
“Hey, talk to me. What’s all this,” he asked, tugging the lip between your teeth. “Tell me what you need.”
“I can’t,” you sighed.
“You can, and you will. Look at me,” he insisted as your eyes locked.
“Anything you ask me. It won’t leave this room. You need me to hold you until sleep takes over, amor?”
Unable to verbally say it, you gave him a slight head nod. Removing his tie, watch, and shoes, he made it over to the opposite side of the bed. Miguel got right to it, not giving you time to overthink it. He pulled you into his chest, arms engulfing you in a tight hug.
“Were you having nightmares, cariño?”
“No, just happy memories reminding me of the present painful ones,” you replied, voice filling with unshed tears.
“You want to talk about it?”
Silence filled the room as Miguel continued, “We don’t have to ta-.”
His sentence cut short as he felt the tremors and your head burrowed into his side. Miguel’s heart cracked at the sound of the sobs falling from your lips. His arms pulled you further into him until there was no space left, and the palm of his hand rubbed at your head.
“Shhh, you’re okay. I’m here,” he cooed, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.
Miguel continued to whisper calming words. You cried until your head pounded, and sleep took over.
Hope you all enjoyed that little peek into how Rio pulled up on your girl for the first time. He saw something he liked, and he had to have you🥰. We’ll just call this a vague moment of insight into upcoming events...if that makes sense 😆. If you enjoyed please be sure to hit the love button, comment, and reblog. Spread the love, my babies.
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Yakuza x Cinderella AU Part 1 (Sukuna x Reader)
A/N: I listened to Sukuna’s Russian voice dub while writing this. Gave me some cool gangster vibes.
Everyone would have understood if you shed the “Itadori” name after old man Wasuke passed away, and no one would have blamed you if you walked away from being Yuuji Itadori’s legal guardian. After all, you just started college, you didn’t need to be “burdened,” especially by a kid you weren’t even related to.
But there was no way you could leave eleven-year-old Yuuji alone. You grew up changing his diapers, taught him how to ride a bike, cleaned up his boo-boos, and threatened his bullies.
He was your family.
Prioritizing your baby brother and his future above your own, you decided to bartender at a fancy but sleazy bar. Although the majority of patrons were assholes and the place was too far from your house and the university, the pay was better than most other part-time jobs so you sucked it up.
Between your job, mandatory onsite classes, group assignments with lazy jerks, and taking care of Yuuji and the house, you could never afford to sleep for more than three hours a day.
But Yuuji was, of course, an angel.
He didn’t like to show it, but you knew he missed gramps, and you often caught him biting his lip to suppress his whimpers and wiping his eyes with his back turned to you. He did his best to appear strong, but you wished he’d rely on you more. But the little tiger never stopped doing his chores and liked offering to do yours.
“I can’t get a part-time job yet so all I can do is take care of the house and everything else!” When he said that, you swore an arrow pierced your heart and you almost died from fluffiness.
Seeing Yuji’s bright smile was the only thing that kept you going, especially after a long day at the bar.
That’s where you met Ryomen Sukuna. He was the single most irritating bastard you’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting. It wasn’t like he was a sleazebag per se–he was actually more of a silent, brooding type compared to the handsy, foul-mouthed drunkards you usually dealt with. At least, that was your first expression of him.
It was nine pm and your five minute break was almost over so you sent Yuji a good night text and a reminder to lock the doors and windows. You brushed your hair and went to your post behind the bar.
This place was in the inner city, far from most schools, so it was rare to find college students here, but it was a Friday and the end of finals week so the place was jam-packed with depressed people. You didn’t mind. Actually, you preferred having a bar full of university kids over a bar full of working adults. You liked college students. They were… nicer, more polite and patient compared to their older counterparts, who were usually middle-aged career men and women whose dreams have been shattered by the real world. Your regulars were broken and pathetic, and they often liked making their problem yours. You’d “listen” to their ramblings, nod and pretend to care, when in reality their words just went in one ear and left straight out the other.
You didn’t like talking or socializing. You left that part up to the waitstaff and prepared the drinks as quietly as possible in order to avoid trouble.
It was nearing one am, almost time for you to go home. You finished wiping the last piece of glassware when the store bell rang. You didn’t bother to even pretend to be polite this time and continued cleaning up, waiting for one of the waiters to tell the guest that the bar was already closed. But that didn’t happen.
“The VIP room is a little unclean right now, so if you’re willing to wait–”
“What do you mean unclean? You should always keep it ready,” a cold, androgynous voice reprimanded.
You were annoyed. And a bit confused. You’ve been here for several weeks now and you just found out about this so-called VIP room. And up until now, the personnel here always shooed away all customers during closing.
“It’s fine, Uraume,” a deep, husky voice interrupted. “I’m fine waiting here. Just get me my drink.”
You raised your eyes and saw a tall man in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, bringing attention to his… big veiny hands and sinewy arms, lined with black tattoos.
“O-of course!” Your boss clasped her hands together. “Please excuse me, I’ll get the sake ready in a bit.”
As if sensing your gaze, your tall, red-haired stranger turned his head, revealing a face also full of tattoos. You blushed but composed yourself and bowed in greeting. You refused to make eye contact again though, too embarrassed that you were caught ogling. He was more gorgeous than most idols and sports players that showed up on TV.
“On second thought, I think I’ll sit at the bar.”
Ah, crap.
“Oh, um…!” Your boss fumbled towards you, putting a hand over your shoulder. “Th-this is Y/N. She’s new. Really new, I don’t think you’ve met yet.” It felt odd watching your usually calm and charming boss act like this. She was the one who dealt with perverts and other difficult clients, all without getting too emotional or stuttering, but she seemed almost afraid of this man. “Y/N, this is Mr. Ryomen Sukuna, he owns this bar.”
That name certainly felt familiar, but you sucked at names, and as for his face… you glanced up at his smirking face. Yeah, there was no way you’d forget a guy like him. Even if you just saw him walking down the street for a split second you would remember him for sure.
Your boss squeezed you and you quickly bowed your head again. “Um, hello, thank you for the opportunity.”
“You seemed irritated when my companion and I walked in.”
“No, you must be mistaken.”
“Really? You couldn’t even be bothered to greet us. Bartenders are supposed to be friendly.”
You just tilted your head, contemplating on what to say next when your phone started ringing from the counter. Mr. Sukuna swiped it before you could blink.
“Hey!” Your sudden burst of energy shocked you and your boss. You slapped a hand over your mouth. “Er. I mean… I apologize.”
“Shouldn’t phones be on vibrate during work hours?”
“It was on vibrate. We’re supposed to be closed now.” Welp. You were already as good as fired so you didn’t try to cover up your weariness. Yuji sometimes woke up randomly in the middle of the night. He was probably wondering where you were. You held out your hand. “Can I please have it back now? Sir?”
Like you just told the world’s funniest joke, he threw his head back, laughing heartily.
Despite your boss almost fainting on the spot thanks to your little stunt, you didn’t get fired. Sukuna seemed absolutely smitten with you–that is, as much as an owner can be smitten by a pet hamster.
It was the beginning of an irritating, one-sided relationship.
Ever since that day, Sukuna began frequenting the bar more often. Sometimes three times a week, other times almost daily. Rather than stay at the VIP room, he’d hang out by the bar and find many ways to piss you off, like hitting on you, annoying you until you talked about either Yuji or your classes, and asking you to make some complicated cocktail he heard from a business partner, only to then insult it (he’d always finish the thing though). At the very least, he didn’t try touching you inappropriately. And plus, his childish fascination with you meant he demanded you hang out with him immediately after you finished preparing someone else’s drink, so you didn’t have to listen to other people whine about their lives and you didn’t have to make up excuses with the more gropey customers.
To be continued…
#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x reader#sukuna#sukuna ryoumen#y/n#sukuna ryomen#reader#yakuza#gangster#mafia#yakuza au#cinderella au#minor age gap i guess?#rich guy poor girl/guy#yuji is baby
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Felix would probably keep sneaking in a bunch of stuffed animals and things into the nursery every day until you caught him lol!
Oh he'd definitely secretly buy one or two little things each day and then hide them in a random spare big closet until you're both ready to start building furniture for the nursery and then he makes you close your eyes and is like "don't be mad but i have something to show you" and then he brings you to the big closet and you see BAGS AND BAGS of baby things he's been secretly buying and you're just like 😲 "FELIX! She doesn't NEED all this! Just because we can doesn't mean we should!" and he looks at you with that beautiful smile and does his signature "I'm cute" face that he knows works EVERYTIME with those big brown eyes and he's like "that's EXACTLY why we should! Our baby is going to be a princess! She should be treated like one!" and we just sigh because there's no way we're gonna win the "she should not be spoiled" argument since Felix was raised getting WHATEVER he wanted, there's no other way he knows. And we also just LOVE how the baby isn't even born yet and we can see Felix already loves them SO MUCH
#felix catton#dad!felix catton#dad!felix#saltburn#felix catton x reader#rich dad!felix catton#felix spoils his children#always#girl dad!felix catton#girl dad!felix au
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rich girl 2
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as bullying, manipulation, cheating, noncon/dubcon, Lloyd being Lloyd, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary: your long awaited ascension to the Home Owners Association proves more than you bargained for. (Silverfox AU)
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, side of Cole Turner
Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.
You go home but can’t forget about what happened. You’ve never in your life dealt with someone like that man. He was so bold and brazen and shameless. Much different than your husband.
Even if you still don’t know what he did to land in the crosshairs of the HOA, you can assume it wasn’t very dissimilar to your own encounter. You hope they’ll understand when you tell them you couldn’t get a signature. You delivered the message but you can’t help that that man didn’t want to listen.
You find it hard to calm down as you try to focus on chores instead of your failure. All this time you spent trying to be a part of the in-crowd and now you’re falling flat on your face. Maybe you aren’t cut out for this. Maybe Cole is wrong.
As you scrub dishes, the lazy tones of your music playing from the little bluetooth stuck to the tile, a sudden squeeze around your hips makes you jump. You cry out and spin, splashing your husband as he stands behind you. He closes his eyes as the water soaks the front of his shirt, your yellow gloves dripping with soap bubbles.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you squeal.
“It’s fine,” he uses his sleeve to wipe his face, “I know you didn’t. I wanted to scare you.”
“Ugh, you know I hate that,” you pout.
“So,” he grabs the dish towel from the rack and dabs at his button-up, “tell me all about it. How was your first meeting?”
He turns to lean in the crook of the counter, watching you expectantly. You seal your lips and face the sink again. You plunge your hands into the water and shrug.
“It was okay,” you say, “I... I have an assignment so... uh...” you don’t know how to tell him what happened. You think maybe it’s better he doesn’t know. “I’m working on it.”
“An assignment?” He tilts his head, “exciting. What is it?”
You chew your lip and put another plate in the dishwasher, “just you know this guy...” you gulp dryly as you grasp for a lie, “he has this thing on his lawn so I’m just supposed to you know, get him to move it.”
“Wow, hard-hitting stuff,” he chuckles, “you’re like a police officer or something.”
“Not really. I mean, he could just ignore me,” you frown guiltily. That’s exactly what happened.
“Hm, I’m sure you’ll do just fine, baby,” he coos as he stands straight, “what’s for dinner?”
“Oh, shoot. I forgot the roast,” you strip the gloves off your hands and shut off the faucet, “I guess... I could do chops?”
“Ah, sounds delicious,” he creeps closer as you open the fridge, “and dessert?”
“Dessert? Well, erm, I could do like sorbet or sponge cake--”
He comes around the door and hugs you from behind, “I’m not talking about food, honey,” he rocks you and reaches to close the fridge door. He taps on the calendar, “ovulating... right?”
You look at the days circled with hearts. Oh yeah. Your heart flutters and you turn in his arms, touching his chest. You’re almost too anxious to get into it but you missed it last month. You can’t risk it again.
“Yeah, I uh, sure am,” you chime.
“Mm,” his blue eyes turn smoky, “do I really have to wait until after dinner to have my dessert?”
You giggle, more uneasy than aroused. You’re just not ready for it but you also don’t have the heart to deny him. Besides, you’ll just be too tired later.
“That’s up to you,” you run your hands across his shoulders, “are you feeling peckish?”
“Starving,” he snarls and his hands circle your waist, “babe, I wanna try something new.”
“New?” You ask.
“Mm hmm,” he bites his lip, “take your clothes off... but keep the apron on.”
You look down and back at him. You grin crookedly, “oh?”
“Trust me?”
“Of course,” you quaver and step away from the fridge, the door falling shut behind you.
He stands back and crosses his arms. You notice his pants twitch as he watches you. You untie the apron and let it hand loosely from your neck. You reach to unzip your dress and shimmy out of it. As you go to roll down your nylons, he tuts.
“You can keep those too.”
Your cheeks are on fire as you unhook your bra and pull it out from under the apron. As you roll down your panties, he lets out a gritty breath. His hand covers the bulge in his pants. You tie a bow in the back of the apron, cinching your waist as your tits threaten to spill out and the cool air tickles your bare bum.
“Will you use your mouth?” He asks as he unbuckles his belt, his hands eagerly clumsy.
“Is that what you want?” You ask. He’s not usually this adventurous. In the kitchen?
“Sure,” he pushes his pants down and groans as his dick catches in the elastic of his briefs, “god, I’ve been thinking of this all day.” He frees himself and sighs, “of you, baby.”
He beckons you forward as he pumps himself. You bend your knee and he tisks again. He pets your chin and looks you up and down.
“Not on your knees, just bend over,” he directs, “I wanna see your ass.”
You nearly gasp. He doesn’t often swear, even in the heat of the moment. You do as he says, bending and craning your head to level yourself with his tip as he aims it towards you. He’s pressing against you before you can even open your mouth.
His other hand comes up to grip your head, clamping your hair in a fist, as he forces you onto him. You gag and catch yourself on his thighs, teetering as you arch your feet. He rocks his hips, holding you still as he falls into a steady tempo, not waiting for you to warm him up.
His dick scrapes in your dry mouth. He groans as he tilts into you, deeper and deeper. You trail your hand up to cling to his shirt, moaning as you try to signal him to slow down. You can tell he’s been waiting but you’re not ready. You need a little longer to warm up.
“Mm, honey, you look so good,” he touches your back as he rocks you, “mm, yeah.”
He pushes further in, hitting the resistance at the back of your throat. He tugs your hair, angling your head as he buries himself in your throat. You spasm and choke around him. He’s never gone that deep. He lets out a shuddery growl.
“Yeah, so good,” he praises and slows, making long thrusts as moves his hand around your neck, feeling his intrusion. Your eyes well and you slap his chest. You can’t breathe. “Just a little more.”
He pushes until your lips are to his pelvis and slobber smears around your mouth. He relents as you clutch the front of his shirt and slides out completely. You cough and drag yourself up as you cling to him. You bat your lashes at him and press the back of your hand to your mouth.
His long lashes flutter, “sorry, baby, was that too much?”
You clear your throat and shake, nodding.
“I’m sorry, I was just excited,” he touches your shoulders, “come on, better not waste it. I feel it, this is the time.”
You wobble forward as he nudges you towards the counter. He turns to stand behind you, surprising you again. You’re always facing him, usually under him. He has all sorts of new ideas. He tickles your spine then grips your shoulder, leaning into you until you bend against the counter.
He rubs his tip along your butt, tracing the shape down to your folds. He bends his knees and comes up under you, prodding at your entrance until he dips inside. You whimper as he stretches you. You’re barely wet yet. You're so dizzy you can’t get into it.
He rams to his limit and you’re back on your toes. You brace the counter as he falls into a rapid motion, pounding against your ass. Flesh slaps loudly as he ruts without restraint, a hand on your hip to keep you from slipping off.
“Slow, please,” you beg through pained huffs, “Cole, you’re hurting--”
He grabs the back of your head and pushes it down, your cheek touching the marble as he rolls his pelvis into you. He hammers until your walls feel ready to split and roars as he empties himself into you. He slows only as the slickness coats you and seeps out around him.
He holds himself as deep as you can take him. You shake and keep one hand over the lip to the counter as you reach with your other between your legs. Ow.
“Was that good?” He exhales.
You shake and extend your arm back to flick him away. He slides out and his cum drips onto the floor between your feet. You stand and cup your cunt as you face him.
“That was... a lot,” you babble.
“Oh,” he seems genuinely shocked, “I’m sorry, honey, I guess I got carried away.”
“Mm, I know but... that was so... different,” you hiss at the rawness in your folds.
“I... I thought you’d like it.”
“I...” you look at him and frown. You don’t want to ever disappoint him. “I did, it’s just... it was so fast.”
“Right,” he lets out a breath, “I can make it up to you. How about tomorrow?”
You smile and nod. He has a business dinner tomorrow. He won’t be home until later, but you know he’ll get to it. When he can.
#lloyd hansen#cole turner#dark lloyd hansen#dark!lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#the gray man#ghosted#au#drabble#silverfox au#series#rich girl
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Yandere rich girl karina x poor male reader please?
My Savior
YANDERE RICH GIRL KARINA X MALE READER
The neon glow of Seoul pulsated through the rainy night, each raindrop reflecting the city's frenetic energy. Y/n hurried down the slick sidewalk, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour. He ducked into a small convenience store, the warmth a welcome contrast to the chilly air. As he scanned the aisles for an umbrella, a scream shattered the mundane.
Y/n whipped around, heart hammering against his ribs. Through the rain-streaked window, he saw a scene that froze him in place. Across the street, a hulking figure was shoving a young woman, her silver hair unmistakable, into a waiting black van. It was Karina, the undisputed leader of the K-pop juggernaut aespa. Panic surged through him, a primal urge to help overriding any sense of self-preservation.
He burst out of the store, the rain plastering his clothes to his skin. Adrenaline pumping, he sprinted across the street, ignoring the screeching tires and honking horns. The kidnapper shoved Karina into the van just as Y/n reached them. With a roar, he launched himself at the man, tackling him to the ground.
The ensuing struggle was brutal. Rain mingled with sweat and blood as they grappled on the wet asphalt. The kidnapper, a man twice Y/n's size, rained blows down on him. Yet, fueled by a desperate need to protect Karina, Y/n fought back with surprising ferocity. He connected with a lucky punch, sending the kidnapper reeling back momentarily.
Seizing the opportunity, Y/n scrambled to the open van door. Karina, her face pale and streaked with tears, scrambled out and threw her arms around him in a desperate hug. "Call for help!" she shrieked, her voice tight with terror.
Just then, the wail of sirens pierced the night, growing louder by the second. The kidnapper, realizing his escape was thwarted, let out a guttural curse and lunged at Y/n again. This time, however, Y/n was no match for his rage. He crumpled to the ground, a sickening crack echoing as the man slammed his fist into Y/n's jaw.
Karina watched in horror, a bloodcurdling scream escaping her lips. When security finally swarmed the scene, she was cradling Y/ns unconscious form, his blood staining the cheap cotton of his shirt. A cold, primal fear gripped her. He'd saved her, a simple man with nothing but his courage, and in doing so, become her hero.
The following weeks were a whirlwind of hospital visits and hushed conversations. The news of the kidnapping had sent Korea into a frenzy. Y/n, once an unknown face, was hailed as a national hero. Karina, however, couldn't shake the image of him lying broken on the pavement – his sacrifice etching a permanent mark on her soul.
As Y/n recovered, he found himself bombarded with media requests and endorsement deals. Karina, with the subtle influence of her family's vast wealth, steered him towards lucrative but short-lived contracts. The fleeting adoration of the public wasn't what she envisioned for him. He belonged to her, the man who saved her not for fame, but for the frightened girl beneath the dazzling persona.
The next obstacle was Hyojin, Y/n's girlfriend. A stunning model with a career mirroring Karina's own. But envy was a weapon Karina wielded with practiced ease. Underhanded comments to reporters about Hyojin's "unprofessionalism" and carefully leaked photos of her "less-than-perfect" moments fueled public scrutiny. The once-adoring fans turned their backs, their fickle loyalty shifting with the wind.
Gradually, the pressure mounted on Hyojin. The career she'd meticulously built began to crumble. The warmth in her eyes that Y/n had fallen in love with turned to a cold resentment. She lashed out at him, his lack of fame and money now a constant source of barbs. The love that once blossomed turned toxic, leaving Y/n emotionally isolated.
It was then that Karina swooped in, the savior in a designer dress. She apologized profusely for "Hyojin's behavior," blaming the pressures of fame. Then, the gifts began. A first-class ticket to a secluded resort on Jeju Island, a night at the most exclusive club in Seoul – all delivered anonymously with a single, elegant "K" on the card.
At first, Y/n was hesitant, overwhelmed by the extravagance. But Karina, with her practiced charm and a touch of melancholy in her voice, spun a web of vulnerability. "You deserve this," she'd say, her classy polite korean accent a stark contrast to his rough Korean. "You saved my life,
"Y/n" she continued, her eyes locking with his, a glint of steel hidden beneath the surface. "Now, let me save you from this ordinary life."
The words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. He wasn't naive. He knew the world Karina inhabited was one of privilege and excess, a world far removed from his own. Yet, after the emotional turmoil with Hyojin, the loneliness he felt gnawed at him. Karina's attention, however overwhelming, felt like a comforting embrace. He found himself accepting the gifts, venturing into a world of luxury he'd only dreamt of.
Days turned into weeks, the line between gratitude and a deeper attachment blurring with each passing moment. Karina, ever the strategist, orchestrated "coincidences" – bumping into him at his favorite cafe, "accidentally" attending the same art exhibition. Her smiles felt genuine, her laughter infectious. The girl he saw on stage, a dazzling idol revered by millions, was slowly transforming into someone he felt he could connect with.
One starlit evening, after a dinner that cost more than his monthly rent, they found themselves on a secluded beach overlooking the Han River. The city lights shimmered across the water, painting a breathtaking panorama. Karina, nestled beside him, leaned her head on his shoulder. A comfortable silence settled between them, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
Y/n turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes. "For what?"
"For everything," she replied, a hint of possessiveness lacing her tone. "For saving me that night, for reminding me there's more to life than fame and fortune."
He smiled, his heart warming at her words. "I just did what anyone else would've done," he mumbled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
A flicker of something dark crossed Karina's face, a fleeting emotion he couldn't quite decipher. But before he could dwell on it, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through him, a spark of desire igniting within. He melted into the kiss, a sense of hope blossoming in his chest.
As they pulled apart, breathless and slightly dazed, a chilling question echoed in his mind. Was he falling for Karina, or was he simply falling for the illusion she so expertly crafted? He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being drawn into a beautiful yet terrifying web, one from which there might be no escape.
The following days solidified his growing unease. The "coincidences" became more frequent, almost orchestrated. Expensive gifts kept arriving, each one a silent reminder of the debt he owed her. One day, while flipping through a magazine, his heart lurched. A scathing article detailed Hyojin's sudden "retirement" from the modelling world, citing "personal reasons." A cold dread settled in his stomach.
Hyojin had alluded to outside forces working against her, but he'd dismissed it as the bitter rant of a scorned girlfriend. Now, however, a chilling possibility presented itself. Was Karina, in her quest to have him, responsible for Hyojin's downfall? The thought sent a wave of nausea through him.
The next time Karina visited, a bouquet of lilies in hand, Y/n confronted her. He held up the magazine, his voice trembling. "What did you do to Hyojin?"
Karina's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes hardened. "Don't be naive, Y/n," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "She was just an obstacle. And obstacles, as you well know, have a tendency to… disappear."
Fear and realization washed over him. The woman he was falling for, the savior who had swept him off his feet, was a monster in disguise. He'd been a pawn in her twisted game, his kindness weaponized to further her obsessive desires. The luxurious life he'd been enjoying felt like a gilded cage, and the bars were closing in fast.
Trapped between his burgeoning love and a growing terror, Y/n knew he had to act. He had become Karina's prize, and the thought of living a life controlled by her chilling possessiveness was a nightmare he refused to endure. He had to find a way out, even if it meant breaking free from the dazzling illusion with a harsh and horrifying reality.
The revelation left Y/n reeling. The woman he was captivated by, the angel who had descended from a world of fame, was a terrifying manipulator shrouded in an alluring facade. The luxurious life he tasted now reeked of a gilded cage, the bars tightening with each passing moment. Fear battled with a twisted sense of betrayal – betrayal of Hyojin, of himself, and the naive trust he'd placed in Karina.
Days turned into a waking nightmare. Karina's visits became suffocating, her smiles laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Every expensive gift became a chilling reminder of the debt he owed, a debt that felt more like a chokehold with each passing day.
Then, a glimmer of hope flickered. Hyojin called. Relief washed over him, a lifeline thrown across the churning waters of his despair. Her voice, though shaky, held a note of urgency. She apologized, tears thick in her voice. She confessed to succumbing to the pressure, to momentarily prioritizing fame over their love. But she realized her mistake, the emptiness of a career built on manipulation stinging far worse than the loss of public adoration.
Hyojin begged him to meet, to explain everything. A desperate hope bloomed in Y/n's chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out. He arranged a secret meeting, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. But Hyojin never showed. Hours bled into a sleepless night, his phone vibrating once with a chillingly blank message. Fear, cold and sharp, gnawed at his insides.
The answer arrived a few days later, delivered by a courier with a chilling smile. A single, blood-stained photograph – Hyojin, once radiant, now pale and lifeless, her eyes wide with terror. Beneath it, a single, elegant "K."
Karina, ever the master manipulator, ensured the news never reached Y/n. She spun a narrative of Hyojin's sudden "disappearance," her voice laced with manufactured concern. He saw no cracks in her facade, no flicker of guilt in her eyes. She even visited Hyojin's "memorial," a bouquet of lilies in hand, tears welling in her eyes – a performance so convincing it would fool even the most discerning observer.
Meanwhile, deep within a hidden basement, Karina reveled in the darkness. Hyojin, once a competitor, now lay broken and lifeless on a cold concrete floor. Karina chuckled, a chilling sound that echoed off the damp walls. "So weak," she purred, running a gloved finger across Hyojin's vacant eyes. "To throw away love so easily for fleeting fame."
Karina leaned down, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Look, Hyojin," she whispered, pulling out her phone and displaying a picture of her and Y/n laughing together at a fancy restaurant. "See how happy we are? Don't you regret being so quick to discard him?"
Hyojin's lifeless eyes stared blankly back, a chilling testament to the consequences of betrayal and the horrifying depths of Karina's obsessive love. With a final, cold laugh, Karina raised a silenced pistol and ended Hyojin's silent torment with a single, brutal shot. Her act of "mercy" would remain her secret, a chilling reminder to anyone who dared to stand in the way of her twisted possession of Y/n.
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Imagine having Makeup Sex with Bruce Wayne
You’re married, he stupidly accuses you of cheating and after much resistance, you finally give in and fuck it out…
“I won’t forgive you easily.” You say sure of your resolve, how naïve of you.
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“Its not coming off.” You whisper to him in the darkness, speaking about your bra.
“want me to rip it?” He breathes against you and you hum in compliance. The clasps a tearing to his inhumane grip, fabric ripping as well.
“here..” you mutter, “touch me here, please,” you beg him. Tears on the verge of falling from your frustration. Using his finger to lift your chin, he kisses you, his warm lips pressing against yours and increasing the ball of heat. Which blazes through your whole body, a ball of heat and want. Sneaking his hands to your hips, he helps you straddle his lap as his rough palms move over your soft and smooth thighs. The kiss was slow but your moments were hasty, needy, your hand messing up his naturally styled hair as your tongues intertwine in the most sinful dance ever. Trailing the kisses down your chin to your neck, you take a breath and bite back a moan.
“hurry up.” Your voice breaks with the demand, you wouldn’t be surprised if he clowned you the next morning for all the whimpering you’re doing. Before you give him anymore leeway to touch and tease your body more, you slide down his shorts. And he pulls your panties aside in response, ridiculing your hole and pushing two fingers inside.
“you’re…so wet.” He thickly swallows, holding your hips still as he pushes them in and out.
Taking his fingers out you for good he’s hard, using the wetness he collected on his fingers to lube himself up. It not only made his cock strain but it made him twitch in anticipation. Pushing yourself up, he lines himself up with your hole. Resting your hands on his shoulders and sliding down, you stretch out as you sit inch by delicious inch.
“m’slow, baby…slowly.” He lets out in a labored breath, the silhouette of his head leaning back on the headboard. He is always horny, he just controls himself majority of the time. And you, without fail coax him out of his composed nature, turning him into a man with instincts once he gets you alone.
“oh..fuck.” Your breath shudders, hips rocking against him. This is all he wants. You on top of him, moaning and cursing from the pleasure. It makes his night after he spent so many nights cumming in his hand, looking at your sleeping body and wishing it was your cunt. All his anger towards the world disappears when he’s inside you.
Your soft palms move to his hair, so you can pull him closer. Shoving his face in your breasts. Shrieks leaving your vocal cords every other moment when he would push himself into you, deeper than you could ever do without help. He hums, his eyes not leaving yours. Though you could barely stay focused on his eyes, he never stopped looking into yours. Sitting up on the bed as your knees sink in to better hold yourself up, his hand slithers up your back. Making you jerk forward, boxing him in against the headboard and your boobs. Your hands moving from his hair to the headboard.
He mumbles under you and even if you could hear him its just incoherent nonsense he spurs out when he’s pussy drunk. His mouth latching on your nipple and sucking, all the while he is thrusting into you at a shattering pace. You can’t help but roll your eyes, moaning with no restraint.
You try to laugh at how much he’s enjoying this but your face twists at the pulls and pinches happening in your cervix. Breathing his name lowly as you cry out for him.
“bruce, hm’..” Your nails scratch visible marks into the wooden board as you slam yourself down to his balls, squeezing tightly on his cock, relieving yourself. His grip on your hip tightened as he moans, your warmth, sounds and ability of your body overwhelming him. Flipping you feverishly, he huffs over you, a surprised high pitched hum leaving your lips. Hands digging into his shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, then snapping them harshly beginning a rogue pace. Moving one hand to the top of the headboard, you use it as a cushion for your head as you body gets pushed upward.
“hah…my- my head.” Words totally escape you. He grunts, gripping the backs of your thighs and moving you both lower on the bed.
“you’re…” he starts, “so fuckin’..” in between, “pretty..” every thrust. “oh my god-” The moonlight illuminates his shadowy figure nicely, you watch as he roughly grips at his roots. Grabbing one of your ankles, you jump at the suddenness of it but melt into it as he rests it on his shoulder. Doing the same to your other leg. Stopping his rhythm completely.
“what’s wrong..?” You squeak at the pull in your legs, a bit of shuffling going on.
“nothin’…hmph..oh.” He says abruptly starting again, purposely putting all of his body weight on you to mush you into a mating press. Now babble was leaving your lips, a mix of no’s and yes’s, stuttering and stumbling over simple words and most of all whining. So much whining, and sharp breaths.
“yes, m’little wife,” you deliriously smile at the name.
“sorry…sorry..sorry, please! fuck.” you shout mindlessly, your nails finding the nearest pillow to dig into.
“who’s my little wife,” he sighs, grinding into you.
“no..o-oh my..fuck!” you put one hand against his chest, your lungs burning from the strain and gummy walls aching around him.
“don’t make me ask again..” he mutters in your ear, enjoying you cracking under the intensity.
“please…” you beg him, “it’s me-” you recite, giving in, “fuck! it’s me,” you gasp.
“say it” he bathes in your hiss of pain when he bites lightly into your neck.
“i’m your little wife!” your leg shakes against his head and you couldn’t be more ignorant to the pain, “your wife,” you cried out, “just your wife!” to the top of your exhausted lungs.
“..’m gonna cum-“ he rasps, slamming into you, over and over. Whining and letting all the slutty noises leave his lips. Only focused on getting off. Opening your mouth to intake more air, your labored breathing fills the air along with your skin clapping together in applause and his cute whining. Your chest heating up at your bodies moving the bed back and forth. His intimate and broken moans being the start of the end to his barbaric speed. The strength of his strokes increasing.
“ah..oh..shit,” he recites in a chant, swallowing his access spit. His hips sputtering to a stop as a line of curses leave his lips. Hot fluid burning the insides of your body, shooting into you, moaning lowly at the feeling of his hot semen in your cunt. Heavy breathing mixing together in a song of sex. Looking down at your spent body, he takes in your fucked out look. He knows it hasn’t been long but by the looks of it, you won’t last another round. Lifting up off of you, he gives both your legs a rest as he places them down gently at either side of him. Keeping his hands on your thighs to feel the violent shake.
“y-you ass-h-hole.” you hate when you stutter but you honestly couldn’t help it.
Your hands go limp at your sides as you relax, hesitantly reaching down to feel his cum leaking out your plugged pussy and a wet spot on the bed. You’re too surprised and caught up in the fact that you squirted and didn’t notice that he dipped off the bed.
“you okay?” he asks, coming back, wiping your inner thighs and legs. Humming to him, you smile in content. Rolling you on your side, he spoons you.
“Isn’t the bed wet.” you croak and he shakes his head, telling you it was is shirt that’s wet. Lying in the pillows, your eyelids shut as a loud yawn escapes your lips. The exhaustion in your body not helping you ignore the immense butterflies swirling in your abdomen as he rocks you to sleep.
The burn of the morning sun shocks you out your slumber, rolling into open arms, you mush your head into his shoulder. Deep chuckles rumbling his chest as he ruffles the sheets, shielding you beneath his pile of flesh.
“mornin’..” he slurs, his head pounding from the night before.
“good morning.” you bathe in his raspy morning voice, eating up the way his eyes identify all your facial features from the curves and creases of your lips to each darling hair of your eyebrows as if they’ve changed overnight.
Tilting your head up, you force your eyes open, blinking a few times to clear the blur and find his lips. Once, twice, thrice and smiling into the last one.
“how’s your legs.” he smirks at your unamused face, already knowing the answer to his teasing statement.
“you must get off from getting a rise out of me.”
A/n : I literally can’t stop taking huge breaks and its so bad. I’m changing up my formatting for my works if you couldn’t tell. I also might be publishing a Brahms story but then again who knows…
more of my writing
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High Hopes pt2 sneak peek!
Cw: Mention of breakfast and Remus not having an appetite first thing in the morning! Friends to lovers (?) fluff!
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“Oh yeah? So you’re just wearing his sweater and he’s spent the night in your room?”
You fail to hide your smile at her question and she laughs maniacally.
“I knew it!”
You stop her before she can get ahead of herself, “Nothing’s happened, we’ve just been talking and getting to know each other,”
“In all the ways.” Marlene’s eyebrows dance at her statement and you shake your head- mostly to dispel heat from your face.
“No, I asked him to spend the night in my room. He said yes, there was nothing else.”
Her eyes narrow, “No ‘good morning’ cuddles or kisses? You know you’re the only one with cute nicknames from him?”
You scoff, Marlene rolls her eyes, “‘Pretty girl’, ‘dove’, you’ve noticed only you get such nice names from Remus? He’s not exactly as forthcoming with it to anyone else.”
You ponder it for a while, sipping the remainder of your tea as you water the last plant.
“I like that he listens and he’s easy to talk to. And I feel like myself- like there’s no pretending when I’m with him, but I’ve also known him for maybe four months at best.”
Marlene touches your shoulder, “It’s not like you to go all in all at once, and that’s okay. Just don’t rush to label four months as not enough time- if you like him, and you think he likes you; I know for certain he does, but I know you need to know it too, then let it flow yeah? What’s the worst that could happen if you just see where it goes?”
Before you can answer her, Remus comes looking for you out the front door, ��Breakfast’s ready, dove. Come eat before it gets cold,” he says softly, “You too Marls, before Siri passes away at the fact that you’ve been gone twenty minutes.”
She sends you a pointed look as he goes inside, calling out to Sirius.
“What’s that look for?” He asks as he takes your empty cup from you.
“Marlene’s scheming,” you say with a smile and Remus groans.
“Please nothing like her schemes that involve jumping into pools drunk again.”
You have breakfast right beside Remus, like the day before- thighs pressed together as you eat.
He doesn’t have his own plate so you divide your stack between the two of you- which he only has a couple pieces of.
“Remus you’re having breakfast?” Sirius asks pointedly and you frown.
“Does he usually not?”
James shakes his head, “Mostly toast and coffee. Or clotted cream and scones when he can manage it- never really has an appetite in the morning, our Moony.”
You look aghast as you turn to Remus who looks sheepish.
“You could’ve said something! And here I’ve been feeding you breakfast without a single thought.”
Lily and Marlene smirk at your concern and the boys roll their eyes at Remus’ bashfulness.
“S’fine, I wouldn’t have eaten if I wasn’t feeling for breakfast.” A lie. Remus would eat at whatever time you were sharing food with him. It wouldn’t matter if he’d just come back from having lunch himself.
“Now I feel like I’ve forced you into having breakfast,” you say softly and Remus kicks the shins of both the boys and glares at them.
“None o’that,” he says equally as soft, still glaring at his friends who can’t help but smile at your reaction.
Sirius and James ruin the sweet moment by miming a kiss to Remus while you’re not looking and then getting kicked again which makes them groan.
“Are we going onto the lake today?” Lily asks to change the conversation and it works perfectly.
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Do you do female yandere requests? Because I really need a yan! tall bratty rich popular girl with mommy issues to be my hyper extroverted s/o for my poor introverted workaholic ass-
"but sweetheart~ we need to go to this party! there's gonna be so much drama there! I can't miss out you know?"
your girlfriend whines and pulls on your arm. her whines were honestly adorable but right now you weren't in the mood for any of it.
"babe I'm tired... we went out for a party just yesterday... my social battery is kinda drained you know? you can go by yourself-"
"but I don't wanna go without you! I'll miss you so much!"
the pretty girl pouts and pushes herself up against your arm. her face is right beside yours as she repeatedly pokes your cheek, attempting to get you to agree to go out with her. unfortunately for her you were strong in your resolve.
"sorry babe, I'm too tired... we can go tomorrow if you want?"
"...fine. but we better go tomorrow!"
you nod and kiss her on the lips, trying to quell her fury. you're lucky she loves you so much!
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Like a fly in a trap
Rich!female!yandere x reader
Summary: you escape Hedwig, only to be brought back and learn a secret about her family that puts everything into perspective.
Warnings: alcoholic? Yandere, Stockholm syndrome, abuse(?), isolation etc
Word count: 3.5k
A cold breeze finds its way into your bones. You pull the hood closer over your head, heart hammering in your chest. The sun is barely up. You have to catch the bus before her alarm clock rings. When she notices that you’re gone, all hell will break lose.
You can’t pinpoint the moment things changed, you just know that at some point, Hedwig wasn’t the loving, caring girlfriend you got together with, but a clingy, possessive psychopath. Of course, she never shows that side to anyone … not even you. But you’ve been listening in on the calls she makes when she thinks you’re not listening. Wanting to hire hitmen and demanding for people to get hurt, even if they’ve only done as little as speak to you. You can’t say when she became like that … scared that she’s been that through your entire relationship … only that you’ve just started to notice.
You’re not even sure where you’re going. You can’t go home. That’s the first place Hedwig would look. You don’t have anything on you that could be traced. There’s no plan, you just have to get away from Hedwig.
The bus stops in front of you and you get on. You walk through the empty bus, sitting down in the very back and pull the hood of your hoodie closer to you.
Hedwig opens her eyes when the alarm sounds. She can tell right away that something is wrong. The bed is empty … and cold. Quickly, she sits up and looks around, heart stopping. Where are you? She rips the covers off of her body and runs over to the bathroom. Empty. Her pulse is hammering in her head. She can’t hear anything. Hedwig sinks down in the corridor to avoid fainting or throwing up. At this point, she’s unsure what she’s going to do. Her entire body is shutting down. It’s feels like she’s dying.
With shaking hands she picks up her phone and call you. A signal rings through the room and she grows even colder. Your phone is on the bedside table.
“Y/N, no … what”, she gasps in pure horror. “Y/N, don’t do this to me. Oh, God. Oh, my God.”
She presses her hands over her heart.
“Hedwig, dearest, what is wrong?” she hears her father ask.
She looks up and watches her father through her blurry vision. He’s standing in his pajamas, worried eyes looking down at her.
“My dear, what happened?” her father asks again.
“Y/N … Y/N …”, she hyperventilates.
“Has something happened to them?”
“They’re gone! I want them back! I want them back now!” She screams through her sobs. “I want them back this instant!”
“Sweetheart, sweetheart, don’t cry. Daddy will get them back to you.” He hugs her. “Daddy hates seeing his princess so upset. They will be back, I promise you, my little girl.”’
Hedwig wipes her tears and sobs.
They go down to the kitchen where her mother has woken up, already with a glass of wine in her hand.
“My little princess, can you please give your mother and me a smile?” her father begs her. “It will be okay, we will find Y/N again. I have called every person I know who works for the police, private detectives … everyone. I have millions of eyes open.”
Hedwig refuses. She holds her arms over her chest while sitting on a chair. Her mother is sitting beside her, sipping on her red wine while her father is walking back and forth in front of her, stressed out of his mind. When he can’t get Hedwig what she wants, he feels absolutely terrible.
“We will find them, don’t worry”, her father says. “Daddy will do everything to make you happy.”
Hedwig avoids eye contact. If her fathers contacts can’t find you, then she’ll have to contact hers. None in the family knows about the hitmen she knows — and hires often — and neither does she want them to. Worry is eating her up from the inside. She wants nothing more than to hold you in her arms and kiss every part of your soft, wonderful skin. She wants to run her fingers through your hair and make sure that you know that you’re safe with her. She has never been this worried before.
“This is the last stop.”
You nod and rise from your seat. Your legs have fallen asleep since long ago and you have no idea where you are. By now, you’re hungry and tired, wishing nothing more than to sleep. Carefully, you look around. Where are you? You’re surrounded by fields, forests and small, small cabins. With a sigh, you sit down by the side of the road, to think before you start going somewhere. You should try to find a payphone, perhaps, to call your family. No, they wouldn’t be able to help you. If Hedwig wouldn’t hire someone to kill them, she would either pay them or manipulate her way to get what she wants. After all, you fell for her little girl act for so long. If only you had seen how unstable and obsessive she really was before you had tangled yourself this far deep into the relationship. By now, it is too late to cut things off. She has nestled her way into your every day life. Wherever you look, Hedwig’s there in some way, shape of form. She has infiltrated your life like a virus.
You hide your face in your hands. Hedwig’s a fucking spider who has intangled you in her web, slowly draining you of life until she can eat you. What should you do? You can’t go home, can’t talk to anyone you know. If you call the police, she will get away with it. Her family is in the elite class, they always get away with things.
“Hedwig …”, you whisper frustratedly into your hands. “Why have you done this? Why have you given me this much problem? Why me?”
Your stomach growls and you wrap your arms around your body tightly. You have to find food soon. And after that … shelter.
Hours go by. You’ve curled up by a tree to get some kind of warmth, but there’s none to be found. Your body temperature is dropping every minute go by. You have nothing to keep you company, apart from the moon. And weirdly enough, it feels like it is pitying you.
You wake up the following morning by someone trying to catch your attention. An old woman. Your vision is blurry, but you can tell that you’ve never seen her before.
“Hello, are you okay?” she asks worriedly. “What are you doing out here? You’re freezing!”
You can barely hear what you’re saying, you can’t feel your body.
“Do you know who you are?” the woman asks.
You can’t move your body, can’t answer. You’re so cold.
“Do I need to call someone?” she asks.
No answer. She picks up her phone and calls the police, telling them that she’s found a person who’s been sleeping outside the entire night, that they’re unresponsive and ice cold. She tells the cops a description of your characteristics. You feel like shutting your eyes again, so tired.
“No, don’t close your eyes!” she says quickly. “You can die!”
You try to force your eyes to stay open.
The old woman can’t carry you, so she goes to get you blankets and hot tea. While she forces a warm cup in your hands, you can tell that a white car pulls up on the road in the distance.
That’s not a cop car.
“Y/N!”
The familiar, female voice causes you to drop the mug. Hedwig runs all the way over to you and throws herself at your stone cold body. Her warm face hides into your neck.
“My God, darling, you’re freezing!” she gasps and cups your icy cheeks with her hands. “My sweetheart, I’ve been so worried!”
The men behind her thank the old lady for calling the cops and you suddenly understand what’s going on. Once again, the elite has taken over the cops. One of the men are Hedwig’s father. You gulp. This is bad.
The old woman leaves. You want to shout out that they’re not going to help you, that it was this girl’s fault that you endured a night out in the snow for, but you can’t bring yourself to do it, not in in front of Hedwig’s father.
“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m here now”, she says and tries to warm you up with her hands. “You could have died! I’ll never let this happen again, I promise. I’ll never let you out of my sight again!”
She removes her expensive coat and scarf and hangs them over your shoulders, wires the scarf around your neck and blows hot air on your hands. She kisses your forehead. Two of the men, you haven’t seen them before, carry your body to the car and place you in the backseat, right next to Hedwig. She tells the chauffeur to bring up the heat to max.
“I’ve been so worried for you, sweetheart”, she says and holds your icy hands between hers while continuing to blow hot air. “Why did you do that? You scared me to death, Y/N!”
“You have given us some problems, young lady/man”, her father says from the front seat. “You’ve made my daughter very upset.”
You can’t respond. There’s something about her father that terrifies you.
“I don’t ever want to see my little princess upset”, he continues. “I will do everything to make her happy, which means that you need to stay. Do I have to take measures to make sure that you stay with my daughter?”
You gulp and shake your head. Something’s definitely wrong about him.
“I will never let you leave me again”, Hedwig whispers in your ear. “I need you. If i don’t have you … I don’t want to live. Don’t ever try this again. Please.” She seems to realize how she sounds and shakes her head. “Please don't think I want to scare you, I just … I can’t imagine my life without you. I have to keep you with me like this. I know you understand, you’re just cold and tired.”
“You don’t have to drag in your father in your dirty business, Hedwig”, you whisper. “That’s low.”
She brings your cold hands under her shirt, shivering. While you do enjoy the heat, you keep your hands in fists.
“You’re my everything, I had to do what was necessary, I’m sorry”, Hedwig whispers and sniffles. “No one likes me the way you do. You’re the only real person in this world. Everyone else … they’re fake. You’re so special to me.”
You don’t say anything more to her during the entire car ride. When you come back to her mansion, you’re immediately tucked into bed. Hedwig closes the door to her bedroom after her, locking it.
“Here”, she says and placed a silver tray on the bed. “Soup. The chef made it for you.” She sits down and sighs sadly. “Why did you leave me, sweetheart? What have I done? PLease tell me so I’ll make sure to never do it again. I don’t want to be without you.”
“Stop pretending”, you hiss. “You know very well. Talk to me instead of acting like a defenseless school girl.”
“What?”
“I know what you’ve done. I’ve heard your phone calls at night.”
Hedwig’s face drops and grows multiple shades lighter. At first, she doesn’t say anything. Her hands tremble as she panickedly thinks.
“O-Oh, Y/N …”, she starts with an unsteady voice. “I never- … I never-”
“Why me, Hedwig?” you ask, not being able to bring your voice above a terrified whisper.
“Because- … because I love you.”
“You can have anyone you want, you really can … so why me?”
It is unbelievable. You can’t understand why you are worth killing for. What does she see in you that is that special? You could never have anticipated that someone would end human lives … for you. But then again, is anyone worth killing for?
As the realization of reality sets in, along with your exhausted form, you grow tired.
“I’ll have to take precautions from now on”, Hedwig says. “I love you so much, I can never let this happen again.”
“What are you going to do?” you ask coldly. “Send hitmen on me? On my family?”
“No, not you — never you. But …”
“My family, right?”
Hedwig bites her lip before groaning. “I just- … I wish that you never had tried to leave! I don’t want to do these kinds of things! They make me feel so dirty! Fuck, Y/N, why can’t you just … love me again?”
You don't answer. A single tear runs down your cheek. You can't even look at her, which drives her insane.
“Y/N, please!” she begs and reaches for your hand, but you quickly pull away. “Don't do this to me. I love you. I really, really do!”
She starts to sniffle, then sob. You're amazed that just a little touch deprivation causes her to break down completely, but she expects you to be completely normal when people are getting murdered behind your back — on your behalf?
“I want to go home.”
“I can’t let you go, Y/N. I need you here. I can’t live without you.”
“Let me go home. Now.”
“No, Y/N. You need to stay here. I will make you stay here. If you think that I'm going to let the only one that loves me leave, you're wrong.”
“I don't … love you anymore.”
It looks like someone has punched Hedwig right in her ribs.
“Yes you do”, she says quietly, wishing.
You turn your head away.
“I'll let you be”, she says and slowly stands up. “I love you, Y/N. Please don't think I don't.”
You're forced to sleep beside her all night. You've curled up into a ball and she doesn't try to reach for you, like you had expected … but you can hear her cry.
She leaves for school, leaving you all alone, but not before reminding you that she has people in the house that won't let you leave the premises. She tells you that you can go down to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat, but you wait in her room, as a silent protest, for as long as you can manage. When your stomach physically hurts, you sigh in defeat and walk downstairs.
Someone's sitting by the kitchen aisle. A blonde woman who twirls a wine glass slowly. Her eyes are empty, but her appearance is that of a goddess. You recognize her, first as the popular actress you used to watch, and as Hedwig's mother second. You're about to turn around and walk out when her voice stops you.
“Stay.” Her voice is low, almost strained.
You turn back and take a few, slow steps into the marble kitchen. The woman doesn't look up from her twirling, red wine.
“I heard that she found you”, she says and sighs.
You nod carefully.
“They're very alike, you know”, she says, glancing at you, “her and her father.”
“They are?” you ask.
“Yes. Unfortunately.” She nods at the chair in front of her. “Sit down.”
Just like Hedwig’s father, her mother had something in her voice that you don't dare disobey. You sit down, still not being able to look at her.
“Do you know who I am, Y/N?” she asks, sounding like she doesn't expect much.
“I do, ma'am”, you answer. “I used to watch your movies a lot when I was younger. You were awesome.”
Hedwig’s mother smiles slightly, a genuine, warm smile.
“That makes me happy”, she says softly. “Thank you, Y/N. I was scared to have been forgotten.”
“What? No, never. You're an icon. I wish you still did movies.”
“Me too.”
“Why don't you?”
Her smile thins out. “Hedwig’s father … he's … well, let's just say he rather wants me here.” And she adds on, sour grimace on her face: “Where it is safe.”
“That sounds like what-”
“-Hedwig would say, yes. I told you … they're very alike.”
A light turns on in your head.
“Did he … did he take you, too?” you ask, carefully.
“Take and take, not exactly.” Her mother seems to think and the dull look in her eyes returns. “If only it was that quick and direct. He nestled his way into my life, infiltrating every part. First, he wanted to invite me on a date, then help with auditions, then he wanted to be my manager, then director, then boyfriend. He had control of every work related issue … always making sure I never worked intimate with any men, turning down things I really wanted to do … isolating me from my costars. When we married, he wanted me to quit all together, and wanted me to stay home with the child I was pregnant with.”
“Hedwig?”
“Yes.”
“When I was pregnant, I was wishing that she wouldn't inherit that side of her father. I hoped and prayed. But she did. I'm sorry, Y/N.”
“I'm sorry that happened to you.”
The woman gives a weak smile. “Don't be. It's happening to you now, be sorry for yourself. I'm hoping in telling you this, that you somehow can get away before it's too late.”
“Can't you … leave?”
She shakes her head. “It's too late for me.”
“No, it's not. You're still beautiful, Hollywood would love to have you back.”
“Thank you, you're very kind, Y/N. But it's not that easy. He controls more than you can ever imagine. He has made sure to be part of the industry so that I can never return.”
You gesticulate with you hands. “Then … do something else! Prove to him that he can't own you.”
“I envy your enthusiasm. But it wouldn't work, he would get into that too and sabotage for me again.”
“Why does he ruin for you? Doesn't he love you?”
“He does. He just wants me for himself.” She sighs. “I don't know how Hedwig would behave with you, if she would let you work-”
“I don't think so. She has talked about letting me stay home with her so that I could spend time on my hobbies and her taking care of our children.”
“I was afraid of that.” She stands up and downs the last of her red wine. “One thing I'm happy about, is that Hedwig has inherited her father's ability to love. They love too much, I think. And that affects the people around them. If you can't leave, Y/N, I'd advise you to play along. Life is not bad here … as long as you don't try to leave. I promise you that.”
Before she can leave the kitchen, you have to ask her one final question.
“Excuse me, ma'am”, you say and watch how she gives you a look. “Did … did he ever kill for you?”
She doesn't answer.
When Hedwig returns that afternoon, she has a big basket in her hands, and a bouquet of roses.
“Please forgive me for everything I've done”, she whispers and places them both in front of you before sinking down on her knees. “I'm so sorry.”
The basket is filled with your favorite snacks, a few boxes of jewelry and a designer scarf.
“I did what I thought would solve the problem”, she whispers, shaking her head regretfully. “I wanted the people that hurt you yo get what they deserved. I don't have a good explanation for the people that … didn't do anything. I just couldn't bare to see you interact with someone that wasn't me.”
“You're a stupid girl, Hedwig”, you say coldly.
“Yes, yes I am”, she sniffles. “I'm an idiot. Please forgive me.”
You thought back on what her mother had said about how life wasn't bad if you actually did what Hedwig wanted. You looked at her. She really did look like an innocent school girl, sitting on her knees in her school uniform with her hands clasped together, begging for forgiveness with tears streaming down her face. You start to feel bad for her. She is an only child to a pair of parents who went through a weird, macabre relationship. Of course she would want someone to love her and stay with her forever. You have feelings for her, you can't kill them, even if you really want to. Maybe this was what her mother felt, that she really loved Hedwig’s father that much, that she couldn't leave him … and because she knew that he would never let her leave.
If you stay, people won't get hurt. And maybe, just maybe, you can change her.
“I … I forgive you …”
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Lena cries as she leaves Y/N…
Y/N jumps on the hood…
Lena: stop the car!!
The car brakes as Lena jumps out…
Lena: what are you-?!
Y/N: I’m sorry! I know I don’t fit in with your rich friends but I love you so much. I shouldn’t have said what I did
Lena: I’m sorry too. I can lose a lot but I can’t lose you either
The two share a kiss amid the cars honking at them…
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“Are You Listening?”
Part Three: “Bad Idea”
Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.
Summary: It’s part three…expect the unexpected.
Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, drinking, and drama.
Word Count: 5,900+.
A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. Enjoy the chaos😂😏😈.
"Are You Listening?" - The Playlist:
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Part One Here.
Part Two Here.
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Dark clouds filled the evening sky as a drizzle fell against your windshield. Your thoughts were adrift as you fought to make a proper decision. There were only two choices. Accept the offer and hope for a positive outcome, or leave immediately. The loud vibration of your phone halted your decision-making. Sucking in a shaky breath, you accepted the call. It was your best friend. The word hello barely left your lips as she began firing off questions.
“Did you make it to your destination safely? Are you sure it’s smart to be around him right now? Should you trust him?”
You cut your friend off.
“Sis, calm down. Let me answer at least one of your questions.”
“Seriously though, Y/N. How did he find you?”
“He didn’t find me, per se. We’re just in the same state, city, and establishment. Ironic as it may seem.”
“That’s just a little too coincidental for my liking. Look, just be careful and keep your guard up dealing with him. Y/N, you’ve got enough shit going on. There’s no need to fan the flames. Your situation is bad enough. Accept his offer but keep your head on a swivel. Now, take your ass inside that building. Call me once you’ve settled for the night. Do you need money, sis?”
“How’d you know I’m sitting in the car? Yes, I’m good on cash. I withdrew half of our joint account before I left town. I should’ve emptied the account and made his damn pockets hurt.”
“It’s my job to know. You’re my best friend. I agree you should’ve drained that account, girl.”
You inhaled, attempting to calm your nerves, “alright. I’m going in. I’ll call you later with an update. Love you, sis.”
Even after ending the call, you spent a few more minutes in the driver's seat of your vehicle.
Oh, fuck this. Let me just see where it goes. It’s been years since I’ve been here. It wouldn’t hurt to accept the help of a familiar face.
Exiting the car, you enabled the lock as you walked towards the luxurious hotel lobby. Halfway across the threshold, you felt his presence to your left.
“I was starting to think you had changed your mind. It was as if I could see the thoughts racing through your pretty little head from the lobby window, sweetheart. I’m glad you decided to accept my assistance.”
“I’m not sure I’ve decided to do so. Listen, I appreciate the hotel recommendation, but don’t you think it’s odd, maybe even inappropriate?”
“Why’s that? Are you afraid that I’ll inform your husband of your whereabouts?”
“Cut the shit. Why are you being so helpful? What’s the real motive here?”
“Listen, believe it or not, we’re family. Just because you’re mad at Rio doesn’t mean I should just leave you out here all alone. I don’t plan on telling him I saw you. There are no plans to notify him of your location. I’m securing a place for you to stay because I wouldn’t feel right leaving you to sort everything out alone. I have no idea why you’ve left my dumbass cousin. The fact that you packed your bags and just left suggests it’s serious. I won’t pry. Tell me or don’t, but I will secure and pay for your entire stay here. No arguments.”
“If Christopher finds out you’re helping me stay away from him, he’ll explode. The two of you already have a strenuous relationship.”
“If he finds out. Then he’ll just have to get over it. I honestly don’t give a damn, darlin’.”
“What are you even doing in California, Nick?”
“I’m here on business.”
“What kind of business?”
“I’ll answer that once you explain why you left your husband. What exactly did my cousin do, sweetheart?”
Rolling your eyes at Nick, you walked over to the hotel clerk. She greeted you with a warm welcome, offering you help. Giving her your last name, she informed you that you were staying in the penthouse. About to object and ask for something smaller and less expensive, Nick interjected.
“It’s already been taken care of, cousin.”
Your head snapped in his direction with an incredulous expression.
“Are you out of your mind? No, on second thought, you're not paying for my stay here. I’m not letting you put me in a penthouse and allow people to think I’m your whore. Do you have any idea how that will look, Nick? Are you crazy? You must want Christopher to kill both of us. No wonder you two don’t get along. You love pushing his buttons. The whole damn family’s crazy.”
“Are you finished with your little tirade?”
“I see that you’re also a sarcastic asshole like Christopher.”
“Did you miss the point where I had no intentions of Rio finding out? Just take the room, and enjoy the luxury. I’m sure my cousin has been putting you up in the nicest of places since the day he laid eyes on you.”
“I’m starting to feel like you’re implying I’m a gold digger. Tread lightly. I’d hate to have to kick you in the nuts. Now do us both a solid and change the damn room. Be glad that I’m accepting your help, to begin with.”
“I think it’s best if you know something. I'm just as pushy and controlling as your old man, sweetheart. We both know I’m helping and paying, no matter what you say.”
“Switch. The. Damn. Room,” you growled.
“Fine. Jesus, you’re just as stubborn as your husband.”
“That offer to kick you in the balls still stands. Please stop tempting me.”
“I have a business meeting here at the hotel. I made arrangements for my associate to stay here for a few days. He’s a man of luxury. I’ll switch the rooms for the two of you.”
“Yes, do that, Nick.”
“I’ve got to admit I enjoy hearing you say my name.”
You had grown tired of his antics and landed a sharp jab on his chest.
“One more inappropriate comment and I’ll leave to figure things out myself. I don’t know what you think is happening between Christopher and me, but we are married.”
Not for long, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Even if I were single, I wouldn’t give you a second glance, honey. Please do not fool yourself.”
“Why is that? Am I not rough enough around the edges, like your hubby?”
“You honestly want to know?’
Nick shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “sure, why not?”
“You’re overly arrogant, and your sense of entitlement is ridiculous.”
He started to interject, but you pressed on.
“I’m no fool, Nick. Deep down inside, you’re hoping that somehow, some way, Rio finds out. I see you. You’ve been sparring with my husband his entire life. You’ve spent your life trying to prove that you are the bigger, better man than Rio. What’s the difference between you two? Nick, you’ve spent your entire existence having everything handed to you. All while my husband did the heavy lifting, grunt work, and the bids. Or have you forgotten about that? Rio earned his empire. He got it out the mud. You just sat and watched, sticking your hand out to take a chunk when it was all said and done. While Rio can be arrogant, it’s warranted. He can talk his shit and back it up.”
Although I’m pissed to the highest level and treading the waters of divorce, I’ll be damned if he sits here and insults everything Rio has worked hard to accomplish.
“Do not flatter yourself. You’re nowhere near half the man my husband is.”
Even if he is a cheating ass bitch.
“Such a beautiful, passionate rebuttal, and yet you’re here. With me, might I add, after walking out on mi primo. Let’s just call a truce. I’ll try not to flirt with you, but I won’t lie and say my cousin doesn’t have good taste,” he teased.
I just insulted him, and he’s still thirsty. Lord, help me.
“For the love of God, Nick!”
“Okay, I’ll back off. Now let’s get you settled into your room, shall we? I’ll accompany you back to your car. Carry your bags up to your room,” he responded, throwing his hands up in surrender.
With squared shoulders, you lifted your chin into the air.
“That won’t be necessary. Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”
“Why do I feel you’re trying to get away from me? Are my good looks too much of a temptation for you?”
“Boy, stop! Don’t nobody want your shallow, overconfident, big-headed ass.”
“You’re so mean, mama.”
Did this motherfu-I know he didn’t just say that! Now he’s pushing it!
Moving closer, you crowded his space. The smirk dancing along the corners of his lips proved he knew the nickname he used was out of line and disrespectful. You looked around. Making sure he’d be the only one to hear what you had to say. Through clenched teeth, your words dripped with venom.
“So long as we both have breath in our bodies, don’t you ever make the mistake of calling me that again. Please do not get it confused or twisted. Rio did not marry a weak bitch. Call me that again. I’ll do Rio a solid and spray you full of bullets myself.”
“Aww, why not, sweetheart? Does it make you miss hubby?”
“Keep playing with me, Nick. It won’t be funny to you when I want to laugh too. I’m over this conversation. Thank you for the room. Now, leave me alone. Go make yourself someone else’s problem.”
“Fine. I’ll come by and check on you later, prima.”
“No, you will not. Goodbye, Nick.”
If Christopher finds out about this, he will lose the little sense he has left. Wait, why do I even care? It’s fuck him from here on out.
“I Gave You More Than You Wanted. I Gave You More Than You Needed. So Tell Me, How Does It Feel To Lose The One You Believe In?”
-Chloë.
The suite turned out to be very spacious and elegant. Much better than the cramped room you had stayed in the night before. You trudge through the doorway of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. It hadn’t taken long for you to unpack and settle in. Fresh out of a hot shower, you mope to the bed and fling yourself backward. Thoughts race through your head. You hadn’t taken the time to soak in everything. You were too busy trying to run from the situation at hand. Yes, there had been many crying sessions and stewing in anger. Now that you were in another state and settled, it hit you.
Did I just walk away from everything I’ve known for the last four years? The one person I trusted with my heart. My soul. He ripped it out and stepped on it. The audacity. The unmitigated gall to play with my love and emotions. Did he? Rio did that shit, right? How can he possibly have a reasonable explanation?
“You Never Miss A Good Thing ‘Til It Leaves You. And Finally, I Relaize That I Need You. I Want You Back. Baby Girl, I Need You Back. Gotta Have You Back, Babe.”
-Usher.
Just as the tears started to roll down your face, a call came through. You huffed, tapping the ignore button. Seconds later, it started again. The call went unanswered a second time, and a text came through.
It’s me. Please answer your phone.
The phone lit up once more. With a heavy sigh, you accepted the call.
“What do you want, Mick? I don’t want to talk to him, and he knows that.”
“Since you won’t communicate with him. I’m in charge of finding out if you’re okay. I’d personally like to know myself. You good boss lady?”
“Mentally and emotionally, we both know the answer is no. Physically? I’m breathing and somewhat eating. That’s the best I can give you. I appreciate you checking on me. As for your boss? He can go fuck himself. Goodbye, Mick.”
“Hold up, boss lady. I need to see it for myself.”
Mick sent a FaceTime request. With an irritated sigh, you angle the camera so he’d only see your face and a white wall. You begrudgingly accepted the call.
“See. Just fine.”
He frowned as he looked at your red puffy eyes. Mick could tell you hadn’t been sleeping much.
“Yes, I’m aware my eyes are puffy. I’ll be fine. Bye, Mick.”
Mick was about to plead with you to come home, but his face vanished from the screen. Your eyes sparked with resentment and anger as Rio appeared.
“Mama…”
“What part of I don’t want to speak to you don’t you comprehend,” you spat.
“Can you just fuckin’ listen to me?”
“You suddenly have so much to say! That’s because you no longer have me sitting at home. I’m no longer playing my role as your stupid little unsuspecting wife. No, not anymore. Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t call, don’t text me. Tell your boys to stop looking for me. There is nothing we need to discuss!”
“Oh, I’ma keep calling and texting. Please, believe me. Mama, I will find you. You’re coming home; we gon’ work this shit out. Just let me explain everything. You’ll feel silly when it’s all said and done, darlin’.”
“You Didn’t Say It, But You Said It…”
-Chloë.
“Did you fuck that bitch, Rio?”
He looked at you with anger written on his face as his jaw flexed.
“That’s what the fuck I thought. Silence speaks volumes. Fuck out my face. Go find your whore and live a shitty life.”
“Ma-.”
You ended the FaceTime, not giving him another moment of your time.
I'm Going Out Of My Mind, And I'm Running Out Of Time. Oh, I Just Wish I Could Find You, Girl.
-Usher.
Rio stood there, rage coursing through his body. He gripped the phone in his hand tightly, “Fuck!”
“Anything I can do,” Mick questioned.
Rio took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He handed Mick his phone.
“Let’s take a ride. Red better have a plan. If I don’t get my wife back soon, it’s game over for her.”
“You think she’s the reason behind this?”
“It doesn’t appear that she knows what’s going on. We both know that her innocent deer-in-headlights expression can sometimes be a facade.”
“You’re right about that.”
“We have to find her. I have to fix this. Real shit, man, I need her. I love that stubborn ass woman.”
“Then let’s handle business and get her back.”
“Loved You More Than Ever, More Than My Own Life. The Best Part Of Me I Gave You, And It Was Sacrificed.
-Beyoncé.
Still reeling from the conversation, you tossed your phone across the bed. Everything was just too much. You were overflowing with anger, sadness, and grief. The betrayal of it all had you drowning. A sorrowful cry spilled from your lips as you curled into a ball. You remained in that position, cradling your face until sleep consumed you.
Hours later, your eyes fluttered open. The sun had set, and your room darkened from nightfall. Your feet flung off the side of the bed as a headache throbbed in your temples. The rumbles coming from your stomach echoed throughout the room.
I haven’t had shit since this morning. This stupid ass man got me going through it. I need a damn drink.
You called the front desk to ask if room service was still available. To your surprise, the clerk recommended the hotel restaurant. She explained that both tables and bar space were available. You thanked her for the recommendation as you dug through your wardrobe.
Let me at least look presentable. I can’t be walking around this nice hotel looking bummy. If I play my cards right, I may find my next husband. Nope, scratch that. Fuck these cheating ass men.
Rio sat slumped in the passenger seat with Mick at the wheel. Leaning back on the headrest with his hood pulled up. Rio sat there as his mind kept going over everything. They pulled into the park, waiting for dingbat and her crew. Once they were in sight, Rio gave his boy a nod. Mick exited the car, exchanging duffle bags with Beth. She told him she would have the next one ready at the appointed time.
“Did you find a way to handle the situation we discussed the other day?”
Beth shook her head with pleading eyes. She promised to find a way to get to the bottom of it. Mick nodded in reply. As she started to leave, Mick halted everyone’s movements.
“Backseat now. We’re going for a ride.”
With a frightened look, Beth started walking toward the vehicle. Mick stopped her again.
“Not you. I’m talking to you half pint,” Mick ordered, pointing at Annie.
Annie’s eyes stretched wide as the three women gawked at him. With a devious smile, he taunted, “don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of her.”
Beth walked over to the passenger window and pounded on it. She took two steps back when Rio rolled down his window. The look he gave stole the breath from her lungs.
“Is there a problem, darlin’,” his question dripped with danger.
“I told you I would get you answers. I-I just need a little more time.”
“That’s cool, but you may want to watch your nephew for little sister. His mama’s going to kick it with Mick for a bit. Got a little side hustle for her.”
“I can do it.”
“Did I ask you to?” Rio snapped.
“Please keep her safe,” she whimpered.
“Get me that information. Baby sister will come back better than she left. Stay safe, Elizabeth. We don’t want anything bad happening to the little mama to be right? It’s not very responsible of you to be downing liquor bottles, don’t you think,” Rio questioned in a knowing tone.
Elizabeth looked at him with fear in her eyes.
“I notice everything, darlin’. We’re going to take a ride tomorrow. Just the two of us. Check on the little bambino.”
He rolled up his window before she could say anything else. They sped off, leaving Beth to explain everything to Ruby.
Not wanting to turn too many heads, you settled on a simple black dress. You figured it was appropriate, given that it matched your mood. The form-fitting bodycon paired well with the dark red heeled sandals and lipstick you sported. Checking that the room key was inside your handbag, you exited the room.
The hostess gave you a warm greeting. She granted your request for a seat at the bar. As you claimed your spot, the gentleman behind the bar asked for your drink of choice. His eyes had roamed your body from the minute you sat down. It hadn’t gone unnoticed. Prepared to answer his question with disinterest, someone stepped up next to you. Strong hands braced against the top of the bar. A silky baritone sounded, making your breath hitch.
Are you serious? Who else am I going to run into? This day is beyond me. Maybe it’s not him. I have to be trip-.
“She’ll have a whiskey sour. That’s what she used to drink whenever a frown touched that beautiful face.”
Yes. That would be the one and only.
You turned your head slowly to take in the familiar voice. His face was as beautiful as you had remembered it.
“Hello, mi amor. May I join you? I could use a drink myself.”
Confusion and shock danced across your face. You looked back and forth between the thirsty bartender and your long-lost friend. His eyes connected with yours as that handsome smile crept across his face. He signaled for the bartender to go ahead with the order. Taking the seat next to you, he chuckled at your expression.
“It’s nice to see you after all these years, querida. What brought you back here? Last I checked, you were happily in love. Are you and the husband here on business?”
Hearing him mention Rio snapped you out of it.
“Miguel,” you whispered.
His eyes crinkled as he gave you another beaming smile.
“It’s good to see you again. How have you been? Are you enjoying married life? What’s it been a year or two since the I Do’s?”
The smile that had occupied your lips for a moment faltered. Your eyes started to water as you looked away and faced the bar. Miguel’s hand covered yours gently.
“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what’s bothering you.”
Just as you were about to answer him, a familiar pain in your ass sounded off behind the two of you.
“Yes, prima. I’d like to know what’s going on as well. Most importantly, how do you know my associate here,” Nick questioned.
Nick waited for an answer as he sat there looking smug. A knowing look crept onto his face as if he had discovered a secret.
“How do you two know each-wait? Prima? You’re related to her husband?”
“What business are you two dealing in? Are you working with Rio, Miguel?”
Before he could answer, Nick answered for him.
“Relax, prima. It’s my business deal. Rio isn’t involved. We do have individual businesses. We butt heads too much to do everything together.”
“I wouldn’t do business with your husband without telling you, querida. Then there is the fact that we’ve never met in person. The meeting is my first encounter with your cousin. I’m sure you know Rio wouldn’t want to go into business with me.”
“And why is that? He used to tap that or something, prima? Maybe I should give Rio a call.”
“Are you interested in talking about business or not, Nick? That is the only thing that needs to be questioned or discussed,” Miguel responded in an aggravated tone.
“Hey, whatever you say, man. She knows I’m just teasing.”
“Then perhaps you should find someone else to aggravate. The lovely lady certainly doesn’t enjoy it. Is our table ready?”
“Yes,” Nick bit back.
“Then let’s get this over with. I do have other business to attend to. You have my attention for the next hour. We aren’t starting on a good note, wouldn’t you agree, Nick? You need to fix that. I assume the warehouse visit has been scheduled and prepped for tomorrow. Let’s make our way to our reserved table.”
“Right this way.”
Miguel’s hand gave your shoulder a light squeeze before he got up to follow Nick.
“I’m sure you still have Nestor’s number,” he asked, tilting his head toward his security/cousin.
“If you need anything, give me a call. It was a pleasure running into you, querida.”
You gave him a weak smile and nodded softly. Turning back to the bar, you downed the whiskey sour. Your fingers tapped the bar for another. The drink was halfway to your lips when Rio started blowing your phone up. With a deep sigh, you ignore it and turn your phone off.
“Bartender? Go ahead and bring me two more.”
The universe is funny as fuck. This man’s going to find me. I can just feel it.
You rubbed your temples as you contemplated where to go from here. One hour, four drinks later, you sat there wallowing in your pain. Thankfully you had made a conscious decision after the last drink to switch to a glass of red wine. Feeling buzzed, you decided it would be your last drink of the night. Taking your time with it, you nursed it for a while. Just as you had swirled the remaining liquid in its glass, Miguel reclaimed his seat from earlier.
“A penny for your thoughts, querida?”
Your eyes drifted from the stem of your wine glass to Miguel’s face. He noticed that you were slightly inebriated. His hand reached up and brushed your hair out of your face. The palm of his hand rested on your cheek.
“Don’t you have other meetings to get to?”
“I just wanted that smug asshole to hurry up and discuss the deal. The sooner we did that, the quicker your dear cousin would be gone,” he replied sarcastically.
“Hmm. Smug bastard, huh? That best describes his thick-headed ass,” you toast, downing the last of the wine.
“You shouldn’t be drinking at a bar by yourself, amor. I’ve watched half the men in here ogle you the entire time you’ve been here. Come. Nestor and I will escort you to your room.”
Miguel didn’t want to give you time to protest or continue drinking. He paid your tab and held his hand out. You stared at it for a moment.
“Though you’re wearing heels, those cute little legs still dangle from the stool. Come, sweetheart. I promise to be a respectable gentleman. I don’t make it a habit of approaching married women,” he chuckled.
Not giving it any more thought, your hand gently grasped as he helped you down. The elevator ride was quiet. That was until you blurted the one question that lingered in the back of your mind.
“Where’s your wife, Miguel?”
You noticed how his jaw ticked, nostrils flaring slightly.
“She had other plans tonight,” he answered.
Before you could ask him to elaborate, the elevator dinged.
“I do believe this is your floor.”
Miguel placed his hand on the small of your back. Nestor stepped aside, allowing you two to step out first. He asked for your hotel key as you walked down the hall. You turned the corner as you placed the key card in his hand.
“You said the first door on the left, right?”
“Ye-.”
You lost your train of thought as you started to panic. There was a large bouquet of yellow roses in front of your door.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong, querida,” Miguel asked as he rubbed the small of your back.
The worry in your eyes set off alarm bells in his mind. Miguel took a look and noticed the flowers. The distress about possibly working with Rio. The teasing from Nick. He turned to face you, blocking the view of your door. His hand caressed your face.
“Tell me the truth. Are you in danger? Did you leave your husband, querida,” he whispered as he searched your eyes for the truth.
No longer able to keep the emotions bottled up, your lip trembled as the tears slipped down your face. You nodded slowly. Miguel frowned at the response. He pulled you into an embrace as you cried into his chest. His hands rubbed your back as he attempted to soothe you.
The two of you stayed that way for a few moments. Pulling back from his embrace, you wiped at your tears. Miguel’s hands slid up and down your arms.
“Did he hurt you,” he asked, jaw ticking again.
“Rio would never put hands on me. He-he.”
Unable to finish the sentence, a fresh set of tears spilled.
“Okay, okay. Shhh. I think I’m starting to understand. Come here.”
He embraced you again. Once he calmed you, Miguel escorted you to the door. He nodded at Nestor, signaling him to pick up the flowers. Unlocking your suite, he grabbed the flowers and followed you inside.
“Thanks for getting me here safely. Sorry, I just unloaded all my emotions on you like a crazy person.”
“It’s fine, querida. That’s what friends are for. We were close once. Lost time won’t affect that.”
His thumbs swept residual tears away. He bent to your feet and helped you out of your heels. Standing, he grabbed your hand and held it. His finger lifted your chin.
“Try and get some rest. Come deadbolt the door behind me.”
Following him to the door, you watched as he opened the suite door. Stepping into the hallway, he turned to speak with Nestor.
“Have one of the other men come and watch her door for the night. If it’s not me, no one gets in here. Don’t even let them knock. Watch the door until your replacement gets here.”
Nestor nodded in agreement taking his position in front of your door. Miguel turned to you, his hand running down your arm again.
“If you need me, I’m on the top floor. Just ask whoever is guarding the door to call me. Better yet, here. Call me if you need anything.”
Miguel handed you a card that had both his business and personal number.
“Okay,” you whispered.
“I’m serious.”
“I’ll be fine, Miguel. Rio’s just adamant about us staying together. He would never physically harm me.”
“You can’t blame him for wanting to work it out. Any man would be a fool not to fight for you. Still, if you need me, call me.”
“Yeah, because Emily would just love that. She’s never been fond of me.”
“Don’t worry about her. I’m the least of my wife’s worries at the moment.”
No longer wanting to discuss his personal life, Miguel pecked your forehead.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
Locking the deadbolt behind him, you made your way to the bedroom. Stripping out of the tight dress, you bundled up in a complimentary robe. Falling into the couch, you turned your phone back on. Six texts and two voicemails. You rolled your eyes. Noticing the flowers, you mumbled to yourself, “fucking Nick probably snitched. Little shit.”
You snatched the card from the bouquet and flipped it over. Your breathing sped up as your mind started to race.
What the fuck? I don’t need this shit. What next?
Hands trembling, you re-read the card.
“I see hubby’s out of the picture. Who’s going to protect you now? What better way to kick Rio when he’s down? He would probably be beside himself if his precious jewel came up missing. Stay safe, pretty lady.”
To top it off, now I have to run from his ops too? You have to be shitting me!
Snatching the door open, Nestor saw the look of fright in your eyes.
“The flowers aren’t from my husband. I’m pretty sure whoever sent them just threatened me. Tell Miguel I appreciate everything he did tonight, but I’m getting the fuck out of here.”
Nestor talked you down. He instructed you to grab anything needed for the night and lock up. In less than twenty minutes, Nestor was escorting you to Miguel. He was anxiously waiting for your arrival. His hands instantly cradled your face.
“You’re staying with me for the night. We’ll figure out where you’ll go from here in the morning. Sleep in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch.”
“That’s nonsense. I can sleep on the couch.”
“No, you won’t. No arguments.”
“Why are most men in my life so damn bossy.”
“They also seem to have the same types of occupation. You don’t seem to like men who like legal work, querida.”
“Ha, ha. You’re so hilarious.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. Those mentioned tend to be extremely successful at it,” Miguel replied with a shit-eating grin.
“Anyway.”
The conversation was interrupted by yet another call from Rio.
“Look, I'm going to have to answer him. I’ve been ignoring him for hours now. I know his veins are about to pop out of his neck.”
You excused yourself, taking the call in his bathroom.
“For someone who’s always so busy, you sure are blowing up my phone. Go back to ignoring me, please. I don’t have the energy to go back and forth with you, Rio. I’m tired and stressed out.”
“Just come home, mama. I’ll leave and stay somewhere else. Just come home,” he slurred.
“Are you at that stupid bar that demands your attention as well? Go home, Rio. Sleep off the liquor.”
“I gotta be near you, mama. Who's going to protect you? What if someone tries to harm you while you’re not with me? I can’t live with that shit. I need my wife to come home. Come on, mama.”
“It’s a little too late to protect me now. Isn’t it? Don’t worry about me, Rio. I can handle this shit myself,” you snapped, quickly regretting the last sentence.
“Handle what shit, mama,” he barked.
Fuck.
He instantly knew something was up.
“It’s okay, Rio. I’m a big girl. Luckily my stupid ass husband taught me how to use a gun. You know I stay strapped.”
“Either come home or tell me where the fuck you are. I’m going to light whatever city you’re in up. Better yet, I’m about to spray any suspected target.”
“Don’t be stupid. There is no need to start a war on my behalf.”
“I’m not going back and forth about this anymore. Tell me where you are.”
“No, goodbye, Rio.”
“Don’t fucking hang-.”
Miguel stood propped against the door frame.
“I know he fucked up, but it sounds like he wants to keep you out of harm’s way.”
“Don’t, Miguel.”
He placed his hands up in surrender.
“If he can’t do that for you, I will.”
Yeah, cause my husband would just love that. Jesus, be a therapist. I need Iyanla to come and fix my life, bruh.
“I Can Understand Why You Want A Divorce Now. Though I Can’t Let You Know It, Pride Won’t Let Me Show It.
-Jay Z.
Rio had been sitting in his bar for a few hours. Though the argument made him even more aggravated, he took your advice. He wasn’t in the mood to take a chance at catching a DUI. Rio instructed Mick to drive him home.
He swaggered into the family room and lounged on the couch. The house was painfully quiet without your presence. Rio’s thoughts drifted to you as his chest tightened at the thought of you being in danger. Sighing, he closed his eyes in an attempt to shake the negative thoughts. Your scent still lingered throughout the house. Nothing seemed to help him shake the memories and intrusive thoughts. His eyes fluttered open, nostrils flaring. Rio was trying to be patient with you, but it was starting to wear thin. You could be mad for however long, but divorce was out of the question. Could he do a better job at loving you? Yes, and he was willing to do so. Would you be willing to give him another chance?
Rio’s buzz had started to wear off. Blowing out a breath, he stared at a picture of you two. The frame on the console table contained a photo from your first anniversary. Shaking his head, he stood up and walked over to the bar cart. Throwing back another glass of brown liquor, he fixed one more and reclaimed his seat. He asked Alexa to play a specific song. The lyrics hit home as he nodded to the beat and recited them. Song Cry by Jay Z flowed through the entertainment system.
“They say you can’t turn a bad girl good, but once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever. Mourn forever. Shit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever.”
What happened to everybody deserves a second chance, mama? Damn, I miss my wife.
Sis can't catch a break, huh lovelies😩😆? I hope you all enjoyed part three. More drama to come in part four! I can't wait for you all to read what happens next. Can't say for sure when part four will be done and ready for posting. I'm still taking things slow. Please, please, please love, reblog, and comment. I would love to hear from you all. My ask box is open as well. I missed y'all, man!
Be sure to check out the playlist I created for this fic. It's on both Apple Music and Spotify. The links are towards the top of this post (in case you missed. Still adding to it, so if you have any song suggestions just drop an ask. The playlist is pretty lengthy and it's best on shuffle in my opinion. Thank you once again for all the support. Words can't express how appreciative I am. Love y'all🥹🫶🏾! Keep scrolling for another bomb-ass mood board (saved it for the end so it wouldn't spoil the reveal)🥰.
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Meet Atalanta
"Y/n, I have had a very long day, and I just want to have a hot bath and rest. Will you please join me?"
Atalanta Montclair is a formidable woman. She gets up every morning at the break of day, practices martial arts, and proceeds to work towards inheriting her Mother’s company, the thing she has worked toward her entire life. She works hard, cutting down anything or anyone in her way. Control of the company she has sacrificed her life for is the only thing she truly wants… until she sees her Darling.
As soon as she sees Darling, Atalanta makes plans to kidnap her. Darling wakes up from a gentle sleeping medication in silky pajamas, on soft sheets in a lush bed, Atalanta sipping tea next to her. At first, Darling is kept inside the penthouse with cameras, monitors, and guards keeping a close watch on her, but the more Darling settles and starts to behave, the more the rules relax, allowing Darling on short trips outside as long as she has at least four guards following her and listens to instructions. Atalanta wants a lover, not a prisoner. However, if disobedient, Darling will quickly lose privileges like television and (supervised) internet access, and she will be fairly punished. The absolute worst offense is to try and run away; Darling will not succeed, and Atalanta will be forced to take her over her knee and punish her with her own hand. She would never allow anyone but herself to discipline her precious Darling. Only she is worthy to touch and correct their behavior.
Despite her strict and firm exterior, Atalanta is soft to the people she loves. She was raised overflowing with love and care from her parents (another Yandere couple), and she loves them dearly and desperately craves their praise and approval. She wants the overwhelming, obsessive, all-encompassing love that she grew up watching her parents exhibit. She also truly loves her Darling and wants to use all the perks she gains from working hard and being born rich to spoil them. She enjoys hearing Darling talk about her interests and will always listen like it is the most important thing in the universe. Atalanta can even be soft and playful, like tickling her Darling lightheartedly, but only if Darling is behaving well.
Deep down, under a lifetime of emotional barriers, Atalanta is a sweet person who wants to love and be loved in return. She wants to be the kind of couple where you come and have lunch with her at work, you hug and kiss her when she comes home, and she washes your hair as you bathe together each night. She sees a future with her Darling, and she’s willing to wait for as long as it might take for you to soften to her, no matter how torturous that might be. Atalanta is wealthy and patient, and she has no intention of losing the person she loves most. There is nothing more she wants than to see y/n safe, happy, and well-cared for, sleeping peacefully in her arms every night.
"Careful, Darling girl. I will not tolerate disrespect. Not even from you."
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Yandere Rich Girl
Her name is Lucy.
She is a girl of average height with long, well-maintained golden hair. Her skin and hair are flawless, and she uses various cosmetics and beauty treatments to maintain her perfect image. She likes to dress in eye-catching and extravagant clothes.
She is a selfish and irrational girl. If she wants something, she will have it. This is her way of thinking, shaped by the fact that since she was a child, she has always been given everything she desired, never deprived of anything she wanted. She grew up with the idea that everything should be as she wants it and that her money can get her anything.
She became interested in you since you two were very young. She offered you money to do all the work in a group project for school, but you refused. This angered her, but you still didn't comply. Another day she asked for something else, offering even more money, but once again, you refused. Normally, she would just ignore you, but for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about you. When she realized what might be happening, she went into denial, refusing to accept the idea that she might be in love with someone who wasn't a prince or something similar.
She started giving you gifts without you doing anything. When you were in elementary school, they were somewhat normal things like flowers, sweets, and even video games. But as you both grew up, so did the gifts. They stopped being ordinary things, now, she gave you brand-name watches (with trackers), branded clothing (that she thinks would look good on you), and invites you to dine at luxury restaurants. It's useless to refuse because she leaves you no choice.
In high school, she becomes very intense with you. Her personality might make her seem like a tsundere, but don't be deceived, she is definitely a yandere, albeit in a more subtle way (not counting the expensive and unusual gifts she gives you). If another girl seems to have caught your interest and it's not her, she will use her money and connections to make her move, forcing her parents to work abroad or causing their business to go bankrupt, and similar actions.
If any girl is foolish enough to anger her too much by doing something that pushes her to the limit, like stealing a kiss from you, confessing her love, or rejecting you, she will take more extreme measures.
To get rid of people she hates, she goes to greater lengths to ensure their suffering. She might hire a hitman to go after them or even have them kidnapped so that she can personally take care of the problem.
She hates when you don't pay attention to her, even if you have a good reason to focus on other things, she won't care and will demand your attention only on her.
She is very popular at school, as she loves to be fashionable and always dresses in the newest and most exclusive clothes. Many girls admire her, partly because of her great beauty, which doesn't depend on cosmetics alone but is enhanced by them.
All the girls in her group know not to approach you, or it would anger her, and when she's angry, she's terrifying. Only some oblivious girls that aren’t in her group are unaware of this and are the most likely to end up on her bad side by doing things that annoy her without being aware of it.
She always has a lot of money for whatever she wants, but that doesn't stop her from complaining to her father to give her more. Her allowance is so large that she could buy a new car every month.
Her father cares a lot about his public image and, for that reason, doesn’t want to attract unnecessary scandals, so he forbade his own daughter from having a boyfriend. This has always bothered her a lot, but there wasn't much she could do. She depended on him for many things, and if she doesn’t obey him, he might cut her off financially, making things very difficult for her. Instead, she settled for adoring you from a distance, only as a friend or a secret admirer. But she wouldn't be content with this continuing forever.
In the future, when you both have graduated, she will eventually inherit her father's fortune (after an unfortunate incident). The amount of money she has now is absurd, and she is no longer restricted by her father or anyone else. She can have everything she’s ever wanted, and that is you.
With the money she inherits from her father, she can win you over in three ways.
The first is the most pleasant and peaceful. In this, she directly asks you to be hers, going straight to you (knowing where you are thanks to the trackers). She will offer you a life of luxury by her side, where she will pamper you and give you everything you want, in exchange for not seeing or talking to any other girl besides her. This would basically mean abandoning your family because she doesn't want anything to distract your attention from her.
If you accept to be her boyfriend, everything will be very good for you. You will move into her mansion on the same day, specifically into her room, living there in luxury, eating 5-star chef-prepared meals, surrounded by things you've always wanted. But your freedom has been dramatically reduced. You can't leave the room unless it's with her, leaving the mansion happens rarely and has to be also accompanied by her. You won't talk to anyone other than her, the mansion staff is strictly prohibited from talking to you. She doesn't want anyone taking even a little of your attention.
If you reject her, she will become furious. She will leave not understanding why you rejected her proposal, but, as you might expect, this rejection won't stop her, and she will resort to more extreme methods.
The second method is a bit more aggressive. She would attack the place where you work and your family. Over time, she has managed to gather a large number of followers and became an influential figure. She has great influence not only economically but also socially. If she criticizes your workplace or accuses people close to you of things they didn't do and involves them in controversies, she will make their lives more difficult. And if that's not enough, she can always buy the place where you work or bribe your bosses to fire you and put you on a blacklist so that you won't be hired anywhere, leaving you with no job options.
She will offer again that you go out with her, hoping that you accept this time, now that you have no way to sustain yourself economically. It's likely that you'll accept at this point. But if you don't, and you have a friend or family member supporting you, she will go against them and ruin them as well. But if you persist, she will resort to even more extreme measures.
The third method is the most intense of the three. It would happen after you reject her multiple times or if you get a girlfriend, or worse, a fiancée before she could inherit her father's assets. Blinded by anger, she wouldn’t stop at anything and would proceed to take you by force directly.
To get you by force, she would use a large sum of money to pay some hitman to catch you and your soon to be ex-girlfriend, if you have one. They will deliver both of you to her, and she will lock you in the basement of her mansion, a place she had specifically remodeled for you. This place is truly terrible, and you would want to avoid it at all costs after entering once.
In the basement, she has cells where she will keep both of you for as long as she wants. There's barely any light inside, and the doors are reinforced, they are more secure than doors in most prisons, but they aren't that necessary because she will keep you chained to the wall. When you are locked up, she will take the opportunity to hurt both of you, but it will be much worse for the person who tried to steal you from her. She will take her time to make you suffer until your will to resist is broken.
This third method will only end in one way, your partner suffering immensely, and you being completely submissive to her will. You missed your chance, she offered you to be by her side willingly, but you didn't want to accept, so this would be your punishment, but eventually, over time, she would let you out of the basement and live in her room, but you would still be chained.
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