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spicyllewyn · 6 months

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Kinktober 7. - Exhibitionism

Rydal Keener x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Exhibitionism + brat tammer. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. You want to keep acting like a bitch? He'll treat you like one.

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It had been 20 minutes since you couldn't stand yourself. The heat of Greece was killing you; everything felt sticky, your hair had frizzed up after the long time you spent fixing it, and you undoubtedly despised Rydal.

Why? You didn't really have a reason; he was just the last person you wanted to see. Which was a bit silly considering that you were traveling together.

You had a complicated relationship, yes, but he was a good friend and an excellent tour guide.

Oh, and he was amazing in bed.

Maybe he didn't deserve it, but when bad mood struck, it was a lost battle for you and everyone around you. The best thing was to simply wait for time to pass until things relaxed on their own.

You had been walking for an hour, and he kept talking, talking, talking, never stopping. You just nodded or made sounds that translated as a 'Yes, I'm listening' kind of thing.

"And... the last step." This was a tradition of his; you celebrated reaching the end of the path, together and out of breath.

There were almost always kisses involved, and the way you turned your face to avoid him was enough to make Rydal lose the ounce of patience he had left with you. Still, he smiled; he always had everything under control.

"We made it. Bochali viewpoint."

The village looked beautiful from up there, and you couldn't deny that both the silence and having completed the journey did ease your furrowed brow a bit.

"Sit on the edge," he murmured in your ear, and you could only look up, confused by the sudden order.

"What? I don't think it's allowe..."

"Sit on the edge." His voice suddenly grew firmer, and his hand on your lower back gave you a little push that made you walk clumsily. You looked around to make sure that no one else could see you and obeyed. With your gaze ahead, you sat on the rocky ledge that protected the edge of the lookout.

You felt the uncomfortable pressure of the stones against your skin, your thighs exposed thanks to your choice of wearing a sundress that ensured you wouldn't pass out from the heat halfway. Rydal stood up behind you.

"You've been acting like a fucking bitch all day," he whispered in your ear, your cheeks turning a rosy cute tone almost instantly as his hands settled on your hips. "Open your legs."

You weren't far enough away; you could make out the figures of people in the distance, which undoubtedly meant that people could see you.

"Rydal, no, they can see us," you stammered quickly, his right hand sliding down one of your legs until he could give a tug, opening them just as he had asked.

You swallowed hard.

"If you want to behave like one, then I'll treat you like one." One of his hands remained on your thigh, his fingers gripping it to make you understand that you couldn't cover yourself. "We'll let everyone see how much of a bitch you are." He licked his lips before starting to kiss your neck softly.

Maybe that's what you needed to forget your bad mood.

You closed your eyes, and instinctively, your head tilted to the side, giving him more room in the area as his kisses turned into bites and hickies. You both had been there for three days, and you couldn't find any more space on your skin to add more marks.

Your underwear became damp in less time than you would have liked. His fingers teased your pussy lips above the fabric.

"Take off your panties," he whispered against your skin as he slowly slid said piece of fabric down your thighs. You obediently lifted your hips so he could expuse you completely, letting your underwear fall.

You always thought that if you left a souvenir on one of your trips with a guy, it would be one of those locks with both of your names on a cute bridge, not your panties caught in some bushes a few meters away.

You felt the breeze hit the humidity between your legs and a shiver ran through you from head to toe. His left hand held you still in place by your waist, his opposite hand began the work.

He slid his index and middle finger between your lips to wet them with your arousal, you trembled when they found your entrance, firmly inserting themselves inside you.

“Fuck, Rydal.” You stammered as your back pressed against his chest for balance.

“This was what you needed, wasn't it?” He took out his fingers and pushed them back into you with such speed and force that you were able to hear how the liquid coming out of you made his thrusts louder. “If only I had known this was enough to wipe that scowl off your pretty face.”

You nodded quickly with your eyes closed, your head falling onto the boy's shoulder.

“Put your legs up.”

“Rydal.”

“Put them up.” He growled and you obeyed awkwardly. You raised both legs onto the fence, bending them slightly so that you were completely exposed to the panorama. Surely more than one person had already seen you. “I want to show them how to treat a brat like you.”

With his fingers completely inside you, and he continued to push deeper. You felt him rub against that sweet spot inside you that made you whimper out loud.

Your slick wet the stones beneath you, you moved your hips slowly seeking more contact between your body and his hand. You thought you were about to lose your mind when his thumb pressed against your swollen clit, hungry for some attention.

“Look at you, sweetheart.” The hand that was kept on your waist crawled up little by little, cupping one of your tits. He squeezed with his fingers in that rough way that only Rydal knew. “Such a good girl.”

It didn't take long for him to slide his hand under the neckline of your dress to have better access to your breast, pinching your nipple until it hurt, you whimpered with your eyes closed. You were getting closer to your limit.

“Apologize.” Of course, Rydal already recognized perfectly when your body was about to reach it, he felt your walls squeeze his fingers while he increased the pace of his movements. “Come on, tell me you're sorry.”

“S-Sorry, Rydal, s-sorry.” You muttered in a breathy voice as you swore you heard your screams echoing across the landscape. You were close to begging for more.

“Louder, princess, I couldn't understand you.” Princess was his favorite nickname for when you were misbehaving. He always told you that you behaved like one, not exactly as a compliment.

"Sorry, sorry! M-More, please, please. R-Rydal!”

“Are you going to behave like that again?” His thumb played with your clit, giving it quick touches that made your entire body vibrate in place, suffering from small spasms.

When you didn't respond his fingers came out of you, he used them to gently slap your sensitive pussy. It throbbed around nothing and you could swear your eyes were filling with tears from your desperation to cum once and for all.

"Answer to me". One more slap brought out a pained moan from you, your body shaking.

"N-No." You shook your head quickly, your back arching slightly in place as a way to push your hips closer to his hands. “I-I won't, I…” You took a deep breath. You were choking in your own moans. "I promise".

"Good girl". Placing a small kiss on your shoulder he finally gave you what you wanted, his fingers inserting inside you again, his thumb pressing your clit and tracing circles that brought you to the end faster than you expected.

Your whole body tensed as you enjoyed the devastating orgasm, he nibbled on your neck roughly with the intention of leaving more marks on it. His opposite hand kept pinching your nipple on the left side.

His movements became slow as you relaxed, and after a few minutes he finally removed his fingers from inside you and brought them to your mouth, pushing them between your lips in an act that you accepted immediately. With your eyes closed and breathing hard you began to suck them clean, tasting yourself.

"Better?" He placed one last kiss on your cheek, but not before you turned towards him, your lips brushing against his as you felt him smile.

You nodded your head slowly, something almost imperceptible.

"Do you want to eat something?"

You nodded again, and he gave a small laugh.

“No wonder you were in such a bad mood.”

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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whatthefishh · 3 months

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You know what Rydal x y/n remind me of? That one simpsons episode where Lisa goes to college and this pompous British guy and her butt heads over academics. Then there’s this scene where they stay in a library for hours trying to outsmart each other and then they make out.

Hey nonnie! Yeah I know the episode and that’s soooo real 😂😂 that basically happens in every part of the series lmfao

Ty for the laugh hehe 🤍🫶

#inbox 💌#yes this is about Rydal keener

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emma23 · 9 months

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The honeymoon

Rydal Keener x Y/Y x Marc Spector

It was a sweltering day in Athens, the sun raking at Y/N's back as they sat in the shade away from the rest of the tour group. Y/n sat alone on a crumbling wall, admiring the view and the ancient stone structures.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" A smooth voice pulled you from your thoughts as you recognised your tour guide Rydal smiling down at you, dark hair smoothed back under his panama hat.

« Yeah we can say that » Suddenly the wind blow your hat away. « oh no ! »

He laughed and snatched the hat before it could blow away. "No hat will steal your beauty while I breathe!" He smiled and handed it back, his deep brown eyes looking into yours.

You smile « thank you »

His smile broadened and he gave a small bow.

"No, thank you for being so easy to charm! I should be the one thanking you for giving me the chance to speak with such a fine woman as yourself."

« Oh wow you always such a tease with your clients ? »

He chuckled and shook his head, the dark curls falling into his face. "Oh, no, no. Just for lovely women like such as yourself."

He smirked and looked at you intently, holding your gaze, your eyes meeting, something about his gaze held your attention.

« Ok » you put a hand on his torse and show him your hand « I’m a married women sorry » you smile kindly

He frowned slightly and nodded as if in understanding but his smile was still there. "Ah married, you're off limits then." He laughed and put a hand up as if it protected him.

"No offence I mean," He paused, biting off a chuckle.

"Does the lucky husband know what he's missing?" His gaze remained on you, his eyes piercing into yours, your hand still on his chest.

« Yeah we can say that. It was her honeymoon you know. He really wanted to come but you know work » You roll your eyes.

He laughed again, still studying you, his gaze intense yet not inappropriate. "I'd say you should have ditched him at home and told him he was missing out."

He leaned down closer to you, his hand gently covering yours that rested on his chest, his breath brushing against your cheek.

You taps her hands with your other one « Yeah maybe but I love him sooo » your back to him. The wind blow your hair and your dress and look at the view « it’s really beautiful »

He chuckled softly, his smooth voice making you flush as he looked up at you while holding your hand.

"Not as beautiful as you," He whispered playfully, his eyes flicking down to your dress, taking in the sight, his gaze lingering at your hips.

« Since your my guide tell me something » you smile kindle

He laughed and lifted your hand slightly, taking a closer look at it, tracing a finger along a vein, tracing the lines in the palm of your hand.

"What is there to ask?" He raised a brow, smiling, his face close to yours, his hand still on your chest, his gaze fixed on your eyes.

« I dont know it’s your job » You chuckle.

"True... well I could tell you all the sights to see in Athens but that would ruin the surprise."

He brushed a strand of hair from your face and his eyes roamed down to your lips just for an instant before meeting yours again but you felt them lingering there.

You smile than your eyes see someone that you recognize. It’s your husband. You go away from rydal. « Marc ! » You run to him and hug him with joy.

Rydal watched Y/n dash off in the direction of her husband, his eyes roving over her figure until he could no longer see her, his face set into a frown.

Time passed and Y/n and Marc eventually returned to the group, Y/n still laughing and smiling about something Marc had done.

Rydal sighed a little and stood up, he smiled at Marc and shook his hand, they briefly chatted before Rydal turned his attention to the group and led them to an old theatre.

During dinner Marc decide to invite rydal since Y/n told him good thing about him.

Y/n smile was infectious as they sat in a lively seafood restaurant, her hand on her husband's knee and he was playing along, both of them laughing. She noticed Marc look to Rydal and nod and her smile grew as she saw Rydal returning the nod. The restaurant was packed but she felt his gaze on her from across the table, smiling at just her, his head slightly bowed.

A moment you needed to go to the toilet. You put a kiss on Marc cheek than go.

Marc kissed Y/n too on the cheek and waved her off, his gaze turning back to the group. He saw Rydal watching Y/n with a small grin on his face as she walked off, his eyes locked on her. Rydal raised a brow at Marc as if waiting for him to do something. Marc leaned back in his chair and looked away, he knew where Rydal's eyes had been wandering.

You wait a long time for the toilet and waiting alone is boring but suddenly rydal is there.

Rydal looked at you with a smirk and leaned a little too close, his face just next to your ear before whispering. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here on her own?" He tilted his head slightly and his face was just inches away from yours.

You smile « waiting for the toilet »

He moved back slightly and looked at you with a sly grin, your husband was in the distance and wouldn't notice what he did next. He leaned in closer and whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

"Or are you looking for a little more than a toilet?" He smirked, his eyes wandering down to your lips.

You smirk « No and if I wanted that I would ask my husband »

His smirk grew wider as he watched you and nodded, his face still just next to yours, his hand reaching out and gently stroking your cheek. He chuckled and pulled back ever so slightly, raising a brow.

"Oh? And what's your husband doing that you aren't satisfied with?"

He looked at you with that same sly grin.

« Nothing is perfect »

He smirked and nodded.

"Perfect..."

He leaned in again, his lips just inches away from yours.

"Perfect, huh?"

You caught Marc glancing at you from the distance with a grin, he could tell what Rydal wanted.

When you see that Marc watch you go away and no more people wait for the toilet so you can go.

Rydal chuckled and glanced over to Marc who was now looking at him, still grinning as he saw you walk away.

Marc laughed again and motioned him over, he had a sly grin on his face.

"Behave yourself."

Rydal laughed and did a mock bow but he watched Y/n walk away and sighed.

"What a beautiful woman."

Marc chuckled and nodded, he knew exactly what his wife saw in Rydal.

When you go back to Marc, you see rydal looking at us. So you kiss Marc hard.

Marc smiled and pulled Y/n even closer as they kissed, clearly not minding the kiss and maybe even enjoying it.

Rydal rolled his eyes as he saw Marc and Y/n kissing and turned away, clearly jealous. He decided to leave the restaurant for a while to get some fresh air, his emotions running wild and he didn't want to watch Marc and Y/n together, it annoyed him.

At night in the hotel you had a problem of room. They only have separate room for Marc and you. So you sleep alone. That’s what you think. During the night you hear a knock. Of course you think it’s Marc but it’s rydal.

Rydal tapped lightly on the door before turning the handle to unlock it, the door swung open and he smiled at you.

"My oh my, Mrs Spector no need to spend the night alone, is there?"

He was clearly making suggestive comments, but you weren't sure if he meant it or not. Your husband Marc was in the other room and you didn't want him to know that you were sharing the night with his tour guide.

« Rydal I see what you want but I can’t…I m married ! »

"Can't say how tempting it would be Mrs Spector, but you're right. It would be wrong. But this isn't really cheating, is it?" He walked up to you, brushing your hair from your face as he spoke, a smirk on his face.

"It's just a little night of passion, a few hours and we both get what we want. What was that phrase? What happens in Greece... stays in Greece."

« Oh end shit ok ! »

He raised an brow playfully and chuckled softly.

"Not the most romantic words, but the message is clear." He smiled and took a step closer to you again, his breath tickling your cheek.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face before wrapping both arms around you and pulling you closer, his hands cupping the back of your head as he leaned in and whispered in your ear.

"You only live once, Mrs Spector, don't you think you deserve to enjoy it..."

« Call me Y/n. Tonight I m not married »

He smirked at that and nodded, his tone still flirty and playful.

"Very well, Y/n, who said tonight is the only night, what if we want to make another night like this one? What about another week?" He laughed softly.

"We could forget Marc ever existed, just you and me, what do you say?"

« Why not, but night just shut up and kiss me »

They make love during hours. When they finally finish rydal joke.

« So i was better than your husband ? »

You smile playfully « Go before my husband catch you ! »

Rydal laughed and moved towards the door, his body brushing against hers as he passed. He looked back over his shoulder at you and smirked before saying, just loud enough for you to hear.

"I'll see you later, Y/n."

During the day being with Marc seems so wrong. Your eyes was always on rydal and Marc remark it.

Marc saw her always looking at Rydal with a small smile on her lips, he felt insecure because she acted different around Rydal, nicer, more playful and flirty. He was getting suspicious but knew if he asked she would deny it and he didn't want to believe his wife would do anything to ruin their marriage.

Marc was getting even more suspicious, he noticed her body language changing when he tried to touch her or kiss her. He was starting to think that maybe she had another man and it hurt his pride, because if she was with another man he would want it to have been him. He knew she never declined sex and yet that's exactly what was happening now. Marc was hurting and confused, his pride wounded. So a moment he decided to talk with her.

Marc looked at Y/n with confusion in his eyes and a small glint of hurt underneath it all, despite the situation and his ego he still loved her.

"Y/n, is something wrong? Why are you... acting like this?" He sat down on their bed with a sigh. Y/n saw the hurt in his eyes as he looked at her, wanting an answer.

You were so deep into rydal that I didn’t see that you were less with marc « What ? nothing »

Marc's suspicions were growing, he could see that she was lying but he couldn't prove anything. He saw the longing in her eyes as she looked at Rydal, something he'd never seen in all their years of marriage and it hurt. He tried to shake the suspicions but he could feel her distancing herself in every small way, refusing his advances, avoiding holding his hand, she didn't even let him kiss her anymore. So Marc decide to confronte Rydal.

Marc walked over to Rydal who was talking with some of the other tourists around a fountain. His expression was cold as he looked at Rydal before speaking.

"What's going on with you and my wife?" Marc's tone was hard as his eyes narrowed, his expression clearly showing the distrust he felt towards Rydal.

Rydal looked surprised and shook his head, his tone shocked.

"Marc, you're accusing me of sleeping with your wife? Have you really lost your mind that-"

Marc cut him off with a glare and Rydal's smile faded.

« Stop fucking lying to me ! »

Rydal narrowed his eyes at Marc, his tone growing colder as he stepped closer.

"Is this the Marc Spector I talked to every day during the tour? The one that was friendly and easygoing? How dare you accuse me and your wife's, of sleeping with her all based on a look in her eye. Are you that paranoid?"

He stepped even closer, their faces now nearly touching.

"Or... wait... is this why you wanted to come to Greece? Did you think your marriage was in trouble and you wanted to keep an eye on your wife?"

« Stay out of my way and my wife ! »

Rydal looked at Marc with scorn as the two men now had each other close in an almost threatening display. Rydal leaned in even closer, his voice a low tone.

"How about Marc, you keep out of my life and my job and I'll keep out of your bed... fair?"

His tone and expression made his words seem more like a threat than just a simple question.

After this discutions rydal stop seeing Y/n and start flirting with a other girl. Y/n was really sad and even Marc could not make her happy again.

It was hard for Marc to see his wife suddenly so cold, so distant and yet it was happening. Y/n was no longer the woman he knew and loved and Marc was heartbroken. He tried to make her happy but it was like the moment he had asked about Rydal she had changed.

She no longer wanted to cuddle or kiss or even spend time together, she stayed in her room most nights, watching movies and working. When Marc asked for answers she claimed she just wanted time alone and Marc had no choice but to agree.

Y/n and Marc stayed at the hotel but Y/n seemed like a totally different person to the woman he married. She was cold, distant, she had stopped smiling and seemed totally focused on her laptop and her phone. Marc tried to make conversation but she was uninterested, she would reply with a simple "uh huh" or just a nod.

They didn't even sleep in the same bed and yet it was as though he barely knew her. Was Marc the reason she was like this?

Rydal continued to flirt with other girls but he still felt a strange attachment to her.

On the last night of the trip you see Marc in is room in cry.

Marc was lying on his bed, his face buried in a book because the idea of spending the last night of their holiday with his wife made his heart hurt. He had tried to make her happy but he felt like he was losing her.

Y/n walked into the room and he didn't hear her at first but he could hear the sound of her crying. The sound of her tears falling was almost unbearable and he set the book down in order to go and comfort her.

When he see you, you were in tears and you didn’t stop saying again and again « I m sorry I m sorry ! »

"Y/n, it's alright, what's happened? What is it?"

His tone was kind as he looked at her, his brows furrowed.

"Did someone do something, say something ?"

He sounded worried and was doing his best to comfort her but it was hard to tell if it worked as she kept crying and apologizing.

« I-I cheat on you ! » more cry « I’m so so so sorryyy »

Y/n’s words stung like a slap to the face, Marc's heart broke and he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. She was crying against him and he tried to comfort her but he didn't know what to say and so instead he just clung to her, his face hidden in her hair as he held her.

He couldn't believe she had done this but at least she was honest. His thoughts were a mix of emotions as he stayed with her until she had calmed a bit and finally pulled away. His voice was quiet as he spoke.

« Say something please » you plead in is arms.

He just hugged her tightly, wanting to say something but not knowing if there was anything good to say. Y/n had just told him she cheated on him, what could he possibly say to that?

He didn't want to lose her but he felt so betrayed, he couldn't process it in that moment and so he turned his face away, not wanting her to see him crying too. The silence was heavy and thick in the room and Marc's heart weighed so heavily.

« I see… »

His voice was sad and defeated. He slowly let his arms fall and then walked to the bed, sitting down as he took a deep breath. So this was her choice, why did she do it? What had happened between them for her to have done something like this? He rubbed his hands slowly through his hair for a moment and spoke, his tone still soft but filled with emotion.*

"Y/n, do you love me anymore? If you don't why did you get married? Why are you here with me right now?"

« It-it just happen I don’t know you weren’t there and…he-he was there »

His expression turned hard as he heard Y/n’s words. How could her excuse be "he was there"? Y/n was married to Marc and he had been by her side this entire trip, she could have said no.

"Y/n I deserve a better excuse than that! I did my best, I came with you for our honeymoon and still you cheated? Why?"

Marc's tone grew harsh and he stood up, pacing the room.

« You told me that you could come because of you work ! »

"Y/n, come on..." Marc turned towards her.

"You know what I meant. I can't just leave work, you know that, and I came with you as soon as I could. Don't lie to yourself, you wanted this, you wanted to have that man's attention and you knew exactly what you were doing. You had your fun and you got caught."

He looked at her with hurt in his eyes.

"Do you love him more than me?"

« I-i no » lie.

Marc didn't believe her, he just looked away with a heavy sigh and rubbed his eyes.

"God Y/n, you have no idea how much this hurts..."

He looked at her with pain in his eyes.

« Why? »

He sat back down on the bed, he just wanted to know why she had done this.

« I love you really ! »

"You love me, yet you let another man touch you, kiss you and sleep with you and then come to me and confess all of this? What am I supposed to think?"

His voice grew harsh and frustrated.

"You said I was the man you wanted to spend your life with so why? Why throw it all away?"

« I dont know » more cry.

He looked at her with a mix of sadness and hurt and anger. He felt like she had cheated him, that she had betrayed their marriage and yet part of him couldn't believe it and yet she had admitted it.

"Y/n, I don't know what to say to this. Did you really cheat on me, was all that time you spent with him meant he meant more to you than I do? Did you even care that you were hurting me?"

« I wasn’t thinking…I just… »

"What, so you have a one-night stand and you don't even think about the consequences of your actions? Don't tell me the moment you meet another handsome man you will leave me, because right now that's exactly what you sound like."

His tone filled with hurt and frustration.

"Y/n, I married you because I loved you, I loved our life together, our future together! Was that all a lie?"

« NO ! I-I don’t have a excuse »

"You just wanted to have fun then? You wanted to flirt with all the men so you could feel desirable? Y/n, you're beautiful, I told you every single day and yet it wasn't enough because you still wanted more? Or has it always just been about you?"

Marc's words became angrier and angrier and his voice raised as he felt his heart growing colder.

« You know, this whole holiday has been a waste of money because you cheated and you ruined it and you ruined us! »

You were crying like you never cry before.

*Y/n was crying and Marc felt terrible for hurting her but he knew the truth, her tears weren't for him and they didn't change a thing.

"Y/n, what about me? What about what you've done to me? Do you not care that you've destroyed me, this trip was supposed to be for us, to be together and yet you've done nothing except avoid me!"

He yelled his last words and stormed toward the bathroom in search of a towel. When he came back to the room he was calmer this time, but no less upset then before.

« Can you forgive me ? »

Marc studied Y/n for a moment. His mind was screaming at him that she didn't care but for some reason he still felt something for her.

"Forgive you? Y/n I..."

He took a deep breath in an attempt to control himself.

"I can't hate you, how can I hate you? I love you and deep down I still do, but God how could you do this to me?"

You hug him hard like if you were scared that he will go « I will never again I swear ! I love you too much…I-I don’t know what happen. I think he manipulate me »

"Hey, hey, hey..."

He softened a moment as he felt her clinging to him, her words sounded desperate and Marc couldn't hate her at all for that reason. He wanted things to be like they used to be and yet the only way to do that was to give her another chance.

"Y/n, I can give you a second chance, I can forgive you if you promise to never do it again."

He looked straight into her eyes.

« I swear »

But what marc did not know was that Y/n had recorded rydal number and was already planning to see him again.

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llewynscurls · 4 years

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Encouragement Rydal Keener x reader

Word count: 1104

A/N: Hey, this is my first rydal keener imagine! We get told to write how we are feeling so I did exactly that. Feedback and comments are appreciated and I hope you enjoy.

You sat in front of the vanity, your head resting in your hands. You looked over the features that made you ‘you’ and frowned. You thought your smile, which you were told was your best feature, was crooked, you thought your nose was too big, you thought everything about yourself was horrible and ugly. Tears started to form in your eyes as the negative thoughts continued to flood your thoughts. You took in a deep breath to contain the cries, running your hand through your hair. You were going through a rough patch with your self-confidence, and you knew it would eventually pass, it continuously hurt you and you didn’t know what else to do but cry. You always hated it when you felt like this, you felt weak and you hated feeling weak. You didn’t want to get your boyfriend involved as you didn’t want to hurt him. He always told you that you were perfect in every way, most days you would believe him but there was always those days where you couldn’t believe him so you always finished the conversation with a fake smile and a nod. You always asked yourself what he saw in you, every day of every week. You knew that the tourists that he helped were more attractive and you don’t understand why he doesn’t go for them.

Your daydream was soon interrupted by a knock on the door, your eyes darted towards the clock to see it read 7:30pm. You cursed and wiped the rogue tears that rested on your cheeks as you headed to the door. You put a small smile on your face and opened the door to see your boyfriend, looking as handsome as ever. It was date night and Rydal planned to take you to this really fancy restaurant, which you were really excited for at the time you planned it but now, you just wanted to stay at home.

“Rydal, you look great” you compliment, opening the door further so he could come in

“And you’re not ready” he stated, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Sorry, I lost track of time. I, I’ll go get ready now” you walked back into your bedroom and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night. You tried to get ready but everything you put on looked horrible. You tried your favourite floral dress, but you didn’t like it, then you tried a white blouse with black jeans, but still no joy. You groaned quietly, but internally you screamed so loud that the people on the other side of Athens could hear you if you did it aloud. Rydal sat on the arm of your couch as he waited for you to come out looking as gorgeous as always. He started to grow worried when he noticed you didn’t come out after half an hour. He frowned and walked towards your room, he gave a gentle knock

“Y/N, baby, come on. We are going to be late” Rydal said through the door

“Rydal, I think we are going to have to reschedule” you muttered. The door to your bedroom opened and Rydal walked in with his arms crossed.

“Why?” you ran your hand through your hair as you realised you were going to have to tell him.

“I’m not feeling like myself baby” you start, sitting on the end of your bed. Rydal sat next to you and took your hand in his,

“Talk to me, please” you nodded your head

“I’m hating myself a lot right now. Everything I put on I feel ugly in, all the small things I usually love about myself I hate” tears started to form in both yours and Rydal’s eyes as you continued “I didn’t want to tell you because I already think I’m not good enough for you, and you finding out about this would make you want to end things. I feel worthless and I know if we do go out tonight my mood would ruin all the lovely things you have planned for us. I’m sorry to let you down, my love” you finish, your gaze resting on the floor. Rydal wiped the tears from his cheeks, then yours, and sniffed,

“Baby, I wish you told me about this sooner. I always want to be here for you, during your good and bad days. Everyone goes through these days, even I do, but I just want you to know that to me you are perfect and always will be. I will never break up with you because you aren’t loving yourself, I guess I’m just going to love you twice as hard. As for not being good enough, honey, no. It’s more like you're too good for me. I don’t even know how I snatched a babe like you” he told you, the last part making you smile for real “but honey” he continued “please talk to me whenever you’re feeling like this. I, as your boyfriend, want you to feel loved always” you nodded your head “promise me”

“I promise” he smiled, bringing you closer to him, “do you think you could stay the night and just cuddle with me” you asked, moving your head from his shoulder so that you look at him. He nodded and kissed you. You both pulled away with small smiles on your faces,

“Honey, I would love that, nothing would make me happier” he replied, moving a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

You both got changed into something more comfortable, after having something to eat from the kitchen, and lay on your bed. Your head resting on Rydal’s bare chest as he drew patterns on your back. You smile to yourself as you thought about how lucky you are to have Rydal as your boyfriend. He said he was always going to be there for you, and you knew he meant it.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asked

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as my boyfriend” he smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“And I’m lucky to have you as my girlfriend. I love you so much”

“I love you too, Rydal, more than words can describe!” he lifted your head so that it was facing his and he brought you in for a gentle kiss. The kiss lasted a few seconds before Rydal pulled away,

“Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” he suggests. You nod your head and move back to your previous position. Rydal continued to draw patterns on your back until your eyes grew heavy and you eventually fell asleep.

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