#rival darling

[efexbe]

rival darling by alexandra moody

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˗ˏˋ. ݁₊ ✶ ˖ 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 - 𝟑/𝟓 ☆ . ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗

premise: when violet gets cheated on by her hockey-captain boyfriend, the captain of their rival team, reed, sees the chance to prove his feelings for her. but she's sworn off hockey players and his only option is to show her that he's not like her ex by agreeing to a fake dating pact that he hopes will prove how much he likes her.

couple: reed and violet

tropes: fake dating, rival teams, YA, sports romance, he falls first

content warnings: none to note (HEA, no cliffhanger)

available on kindle unlimited

review below!

review:

this was a really cute read. i read it for the most part while travelling and in an airport and it's definitely one of those cute perfect reads for that situation. reed darling is a good mmc. he's sweet and kind and it's clear that he's just head over for violet from the beginning. violet does suffer a little bit from the "i'm different from other girls" dilemma that is rampant nowadays but it's not to such a degree that you want to scoop out your insides rather than keep reading. i did find myself enjoying reed's POV a whole lot more though because of it.

there is also a really good collection of ensemble characters to this that i think add a lot to the story. reed's brothers, grayson and parker, stand out the most amongst them to me, and it's clear that they'll be the next in the series to get their books and romances, but even just as side characters in this one, i think they're such a fun addition. grayson kind of has that older brother (even though him and reed are twins) stereotypical role, while parker has the annoying little brother role, and getting to see them interact with violet as well just makes it such a fun read.

the writing is lacking a bit which is why it's rated on the lower end for me. i think that there comes a point when it's not "fluffy" enough, and i wish we had a bit more descriptiveness throughout. also the figure skating thing... i'm ngl it was more of a turn off than i thought it would be. but overall, it's a cute read and it keeps you hooked and having a fun time for sure.

my ratings:

characters - 4 ☆ - likeable, relatable, one dimensional

plot - 3.75 ☆ - cliched, fast-paced

setting - 4 ☆ - fits the story, realistic, rustic

writing style - 2.5 ☆ - easy to read, witty, simplistic, repetitive

favorite quotes (some spoilers here, of course, but minimal):

“So, is there a reason we’re beating up a brand-new 2024 Ford Mustang?” “We?” “I mean, I haven’t done anything yet, but I���ve got a couple of hockey sticks in my truck if you want to do some real damage?”

“I’m exactly where I want to be.” The truth was, right now, I just wanted to be wherever she was.

One moment, all you can think about is his warm brown eyes and soft dark hair. The next, you realize his hair is actually a little greasy, and his eyes are closer to the color of mud than honey. Even his voice, which was once soft and melodic suddenly sounds more like the whining purr of a drone.

With every word, this girl was shattering my heart but making it beat harder at the same time.

“I guess I’d rather be feared than loved.” His eyes were still distant, and I tried to read the emotion flickering in his gaze. “Really? Why?” “It’s easier,” he replied. “No one can screw you over if you don’t give them the chance.”

“You know what they say about guys with big feet…” “They make great clowns,”

“I think I could easily come up with a list of things he saw in you.” “I don’t need a list.” I laughed. “Are you sure? Because I’m more than happy to write one up and pass it on to him.”

[dorelia23]

Reading Rival Darling rn and DON'T TELL ME HE'S ABOUT TO THROW THE GAME NOOOOO

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Academic Rival who always flaunts his perfect test scores in front of you just to see you go red in the face with barely restrained fury. He adores the way you huff at him, your lips pouting in such an adorable expression. The way you scream at him, claiming he must’ve cheated.

Of course, stealing answer sheets wasn’t necessarily cheating, it was just a little educational aid.

But you can never prove it which only makes you even more angry. Pushing your chest up against his and sending him a threat you probably had to spend all night rehearsing. He relishes in it. Knowing your threats are just for him. Your anger belongs to him and him alone. Just like the rest of you.

The rest of the school silently wonders how it’s always you two. Only you and him at the top. And when they look at the scores, everyone else seems so far behind.

He would, of course, do anything to remain your rival. There were no lengths he wouldn’t go. That includes hacking into the college’s database and personally lowering each and every other students grades. He couldn’t dare risk someone else becoming your rival. He wouldn’t just let you forget about him, after all!

But somehow, even with his subtle suggestions to the grade book, there’s someone who actually manages to rise through the ranks. Some pesky little nerd who’s aiming for his number one spot. Wanting to take his place in your life. In your heart. Oh well, he’ll just have to take care of him…

Especially when he sees how you treat the pathetic nerd. You don’t hate him at all. Instead you’re actually— nice to him. Why him?! What made him so special?! That nerd doesn’t know you, not like he does. He doesn’t push you to do better and be the best, not like he does. Compared to him, the nerd is nothing.

So why do you smile when you see him? Why do you laugh at his jokes? Those should be smiles aimed at him. You should be laughing at his jokes, even if they’re usually made at your expense. It’s all part of what makes you and him so perfect together.

He just has to show you that… That’s it! He’ll show you. Both of you.

The next day he sees you waiting in the hall, most likely looking for that nerd. It’s a waste of time. He won’t be coming. He saunters up to you instead, his chest tightening as you scowl at him instead of smile. That’ll all change soon. Still, he sends you his signature smug smirk, the expression a little tighter today.

“Looking for the nerd? It’s strange, I heard he suddenly transferred and just up and left school in the middle of the night,” he says smoothly as he corners you against the wall. His shoulders relaxing as you inhale shakily. A clear sign of your affections, he’s sure.

All while his scent flooding your senses will distract you from realizing any holes in his lackluster story. You really were so smart, perfect, and all for him.

“Guess he just wasn’t cut out for the competition,” he muses, pulling a kabedon on you as he rests a hand above your head, and absentmindedly picking dried blood out from beneath his fingernails.

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere academic rival who really, really wishes he could just get you out of the way.

Dead dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !

Tw. Dubcon/Noncon, bullying, academic pressures, blackmail, oral sex, explicit photos, mentions of baby trapping, yandere, stalking, forced relationship, AFAB reader

Elias had a certain level of respect for you.

You both attended a prestigious university crammed full of students vying to make connections and nab a cushy position for themselves in the future, and while it was easy for him to be on top of the social and academic scenes, he knew you had to work a bit harder. He came from a very wealthy household, one where needing something was merely a concept and not something he ever actually encountered. You, on the other hand, definitely come from a lesser background than him and his circle. Your scholarship and just above the average academics seemed to have pushed you into a good spot to be hoisted into the same realm as him.

But he didn't really think of you much at first.

You were some nameless face that wasn't really worthy of being around him. Maybe he would catch glimpses of your hair, or someone woud mention you in passing and he'd pretend to be intruiged.

It was really when you started to be compared to him of all people that he started to really pay attention.

You were smart, cunning, and ruthless when it came to your assignments. Just like him. Normally he worked overtime, paid industry professionals to help review his papers, his study materials and poured blood sweat and tears into his academics. And yet you somehow managed to be on his level with less than half the resources. It drove him up a wall because if you were nearly as good as him now, then what could you be like if you had the chance?

Elias was like a man obsessed after your sudden, explosive rise in the minds of professors and lecturers alike. He spent hours studying, shirking his friends and other responsibilities just to make sure he was still better than you, to keep you in your place.

He started to focus in more on your personal life, too.

Where on earth did you come from? He's half convinced that you were genetically designed in a lab to piss him off. But the more he glares at the back of your head when you're not looking, the more he's transfixed. You're like a black hole, or some kind of other abyss like metaphor. Fuck, you had him writing poetry in his head. He hated poetry. He hated you. Or at least, he would really like to hate you, but he couldn't. You had the same amount of drive as him, maybe even a little more. No matter what he did, he was forced to acknowledge you, forced to be aware of every twitch of your hand or every flutter of your eyelids. To him, you were something that demanded attention, even if it was taken from him through gritted teeth.

The only reprieve from his spiraling was the fact that you felt the same way about him. He liked to imagine that you were just as obsessed with him, sitting there in the late hours of the night writing down equations with him as your sole motivator.

But then he finds out that he's not even occupying your mind, and he loses his shit.

"Oh Elias? Yeah I guess he's fine. Huh? Rivals? What the- no way I just want good grades. He has nothing to do with it haha."

You just said it in passing when someone teased you about it, and he knew that he shouldn't linger on your words for too long. If anything, it should make him feel better. You had nothing against him, so it meant everything was fine, right? Wrong. It was so wrong.

Elias was seething, nearly throwing a tantrum. How could you not even think about him. Him! You were some piddling, pathetic excuse for a human being, and you had the audacity to not even regard him when he spent nearly every waking moment thinking about you.

He was fine just watching you from the corner of his eye. He was fine knowing that on some level, the two of you had a respectable if not distant relationship. Just because in some aspect, he wanted a piece of you all to himself. And if you weren't going to let him just have a little bit of your life, your passion, your drive, he would just take all of you instead.

He follows you into the library late one night. You're sitting there, glowing in the warmth of the nearest lamp while your pen makes soft scratching noises against the paper. You look pretty. You've always looked pretty to him. You don't notice him as he approaches, and he feels any vestiges of doubt or restraint float away. Even now, as he loomed over you, you didn't even spare him a glance.

The library was empty. He made sure it was so before hand, and he's glad he did. The quite air was shattered by the sound of him shoving you over the priceless lacquered wood desk. Your eyes go wide as you take him in, and his hands fly up to your throat.

"Augh! What are you-?"

"Shut up." He hisses and narrows his gaze. Your pulse is racing underneath his fingers, and he has half a mind not to crush your windpipe into oblivion so that he can be the last one to feel it. "You have no idea," He mutters and leans in close. Your frightened breath ghosts over his skin, and he shudders. Now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he's ever been so close to you. It feels so right. He never wants to be away from you again. Not when you look so damn alluring with tears rolling down your cheeks and your clothes rumpled on the floor by his feet.

He wants you like this always, with your twitching cunt stuffed full of his fingers and your cries filling his ears. Soft, wet squelching noises met each of his ministrations, and a cruel, wonder filled grin spread across his face.

"You have no idea how much you've driven me wild," He laughs. It's a sharp sound that grates on your ears. "How much you infuriate me," Each word is punctured by a thrust, by a curling motion that has you gasping and seeing stars.

If this is what he has to do so that you notice him, so you will just fucking care about his existence more than you would any other speck of dust on the street, then so be it.

It only gets worse from there.

Elias takes photos of you. So many. Ones of your crying face, ones of your leaking pussy, some of him shoving his dick past your puffy lips. Once the camera shuttered and they were in his hands, it was all over.

He played the role of your boyfriend after that.

There wasn't a moment where he wasn't hovering over your shoulder, whispering threats into your ears. He gets you to start doing worse in your classes and on your assignments, and for once, he's happy. He finally has your eyes on him, and if you ever try to leave him or say anything, then he'll make sure you can never show your face around here again. Don't worry, though. He's kind enough to keep it so you won't fail outright. In fact, he'll just slip some money to some of the professors so you don't have to do anything other than sit on his lap and pay attention to him while he actually works for the top spot.

Elias takes you out on fancy dates as if it's any way to soothe the sting of having your life ruined. He pays for everything and practically preens under the feeling of finally getting what he wants. He's such a brat, and he doesn't even care about hiding it when he's with you. Part of the reason why he likes you is he can be his nasty, awful and conniving self and you have no choice but to accept it. He doesn't mind if you're reluctant or stubborn. In fact, he kind of likes it because in the end, you still gave in to have a chance to graduate from a prestigious school. And plus, now you're living the high life with him! It's kind of a win win if you think about it.

He loves having you sit on your knees (a cushion underneath them of course. He wouldn't want you to ever actually get hurt) and taking his cock in your mouth while he studies. You look so cute like that, with your eyes all narrowed in mildly hidden frustration, and he loves it even more when he thrusts into your throat. You always make these little spluttering noises that just drive him wild, and he clamps his thighs around your head to keep you there.

Elias who soon becomes the university's beloved model student. He's not going to let anyone get in his way ever again, especially not after he has you to provide for now. After all, he's got plans for you. Once he manages to put a baby in you, he'll know that your future family is secured, and he's got to support all of you. There's no way he can fail now!

[lizaisdrawing]

RIVALS ART!! (And Wallace as Loki)

[memethequeen3391]

guess i got a new blorbo now...............

[pancaake101]

yan! academic rival ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

imp. notes!!: to make this work this is set in a academically competitive school, btw ignore how it ends abruptly i got lazy at the end

yan! academic rival who initially, did not like you. for a time, he was the only student who had marks so high that no other classmate was even close to touching him. and if they did, it's not like they could compete with his other perfect scores in his other classes. he was untouchable for a while, until you transferred.

yan! academic rival who didn't think much of you for a while, until he saw you were tying with him in scores. in math he gets an A, a full 100%, yet whos right under him? you. that doesnt immediately catch his eye, maybe it's a lucky try? he brushes it off. next day he finishes the english exam, a rigorous one containing 60 questions. he gets a 98%, far better than his peers. yet whos above him? you, again. it made his blood boil.

yan! academic rival who prided himself on his perfect scores, and so does his family. his family boasts about their perfect family achievements. every single person in his family has something to show for. his father? a high ranked government official, his mother? a renowned businesswoman. even his grandparents hold something special to their family name. his grandfather and grandmother were acclaimed gymnasts who even competed for the olympics. like i said, every single person has something to show for, and if someone doesn't, they are disowned. so to him, he has every right to be upset.

yan! academic rival he hated coming to terms with the fact that you're just smart. almost everytime you either tie with him or are above him. his voice is usually the one filling up the silent halls after exam week, gloating to his classmates. but this time it isn't, instead its yours. yeah, he still has good marks but he prided himself on being the smartest in his classes, the one who almost always got good marks, the one no one could even think of touching. oh you have to go.

yan! academic rival who would follow you home discreetly. he would watch you through your windows—if he's feeling a bit bold he'd even break in, thank god you're a deep sleeper! he was careful,, he was silent. he needed to find something that could give you a little push towards your downfall. that time he couldn't find much, so every so often he'd break in.

yan! academic rival who, everytime he came and went, just kept thinking about you. there was something about your sleeping figure. the way your eyes softly rested on your skin, your chest rising and falling so gently. the way your eyes flutter a bit and your calm resting body would shift when they felt the cold touch of his hands. hes so entranced by your beauty. smarts and an absolute stunning face is rare. but no wait he has to stay focus on the task at hand.

yan! academic rival who couldnt focus on his studies. as days and weeks passed, study hall turned into studying you. instead of studying, he watches you. he studies your facial expressions, every little nose crinkle, eyebrow raise, and notes taken. he's actually even taken a few pictures of you unnoticed.

yan! academic rival who initially wanted you gone but now, if anything, wants the words 'you're mine' to come out of your mouth. he doesn't know how he'll befriend you considering hes never even talked to you. but he'll find a way, he always finds a way.

౨ৎ

[2-dsimp]

what are favourite sleeping positions of all the bois (with MC) ?? 😗

𝚑𝚖𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝟷-𝟹 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎. (𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕).

𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚕.

𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎.

𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝.

[be-xkyy]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑜 + 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠

This is basically information about a rival yandere, so you can get to know him a little better ;) If you want, you can let me know about another yandere (the one I already posted about)

Masterlist

Name: Dariel Lucian Campbell

Age: 20 years

Birthdate: January 18

Sign: Capricorn ♑

Place of birth: Belgravia, Wilton Crescent, United Kingdom.

Place of residence: Belgravia, Wilton Crescent, United Kingdom.

Nationality: British.

Personality: Arrogant, narcissistic, womanizer, jealous, possessive, protective, playful, affectionate.

Physical appearance: He has blond hair, blue-green eyes, toned and muscular body, slightly tanned, 6'0 height.

Things he likes: Jewelry, fancy clothes, playing golf, playing tennis, going to the gym, going to the country club with his friends, champagne, beer, cigarettes, sailing on his parents' yacht, his son and reader.

Things he doesn't like: The boys who approach reader, his past relationships, people questioning him (especially reader), people telling him he's not a good father, his son crying, reader crying, ordinary things, pathetic people, poor people, scholarship students.

Moodboards Vibes

He lifestyle

He with his son

His clothing style

His hands

His physical appearance

His body

His house

His cars / their parents' yacht

[yoru-no-seiiki]

Shit, I just saw you had different accounts for different genres and I already requested on your main non smut(??) account😭😭 Okay, okay, I have a new totally original idea. What about.. male pervert yandere enemy x gn or female reader? Like enemies to lovers but one is only in on it because of their masochistic tendencies and they just love being dominated. And please add nsfw of him jerking off, finding her sweaty (sweet) gym tshirt and it being mentioned that he has, I don't know, JERKED OFF TO THEM IN FUCKING CLASS. (The oneshot could be in class👀👀)

- I'm 🙈 anon from your main account, you don't have to complete both of the requests, either one I know would make me cum, but please I'm so desperate for cocky ass bakugo katsuki like bitch guys who are so submissive and vulnerable on the inside IM BEGGING YOU.. omg, now I'm like them, fuck.

This got me pissing my pants ngl- but aaaaa yess. This came at a perfect timing! (long story short i got sum good news from my scholarship stuff in Ateneo) Your audience with me has been approved.

(also I don’t think I received your other request unfortunately uhu)

YANDERE! PERVERTED! RIVAL OC x GN! READER

tw/cw: dddne, yandere themes, male masturbation, semi-public masturbation, yun’s trauma with enrollment procedures.

MINORS/AGELESS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

University was hell before it even started. Due to complications with your scholarship, you and your parents had to repeatedly go out to get a whole bunch of documents in searing summer heat to ensure you kept the damn thing from falling through.

It was safe to say, you weren’t going to just take all that for granted.

You wanted to be the best student in the history of the institution, no — the whole country. Anything less than perfect would tarnish the effort your family has put into you.

But a certain Ricardo Peralta was making that oh so difficult for you.

Not only was he already a member of the student council and potential president for the following years, he was oh so disgustingly well-rounded and rich. You thought you were a try-hard? Well think again. Ricardo had you beat in many aspects.

But not all of them.

You are a people person by heart. Charismatic, and sociable. You knew how to mingle, how to get a person wrapped around your fingers. Ricardo may have the vantage point with connections now but in the future? It wouldn’t be long before everyone will turn to you instead.

And so began your petty rivalry.

It was subtle at first. Smirking at the one who got a lower score. Congratulating the other for winning second place while having a golden medal dangling from their neck. Scoffing at their rival for having a life outside academics ( pfft imagine having good time management? The two of you can never! )

And then it steadily degenerated into full blown petty fights. Violence at times. Anything aside from murdering each-other was free rein and even then there were days you two took that sort of route. It was mostly you though. For some reason, his parents were quite fond of you and would always let you into their mansion. This gave you plenty of opportunities to drug his ass.

You didn’t know it was because of a deal his parents made with yours to give him access to your room.

Ricardo studied you harder than the academics he worshipped his entire life. He knew you far longer than you did him. You were the reason he strove so much to be perfect. The only reason he wanted to be perfect was for you.

He knew your parents would never think to pay for the outrageous fees the University you (and by extension him) wanted to go to, so he made his parents start a scholarship program for gifted students (Anything to make their son happy). You were already guaranteed to get in from the beginning, and he felt bad for having made you panic from the strings he had to pull so that you’d always have the same classes/schedules.

So he let you win some of the little games you two had. In any case, nothing beats the reward of your smile. And the smug smirk you’d give him as you loomed over the desk, your chest almost resting on his face.

He shook his head, he can save those thought for after he stole another set of used underwear.

He usually came to your locker after P.E. it was when your scent wouldn’t be covered by whatever you sprayed on yourself. Don’t get him wrong, Ricardo was a germaphobe and a half but those cheap perfumes and deodorants you slathered all over yourself so you wouldn’t smell half bad after your exercises couldn’t compare to the scent of your body.

In anycase, today Ricardo got greedy. Impatient. Something his parents were sure to have reprimanded him on. But he couldn’t help it. Could you really blame him? It suddenly started raining out in the field. The way the water made your shirt cling unto your clothes practically made you irresistible.

“Ngh . . . [Y/N]. J-just like that . . . use me . . .” Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as he mumbled in pleasure. If you just walked a little more, perhaps leaned your head around the corner. . . god, he could imagine the disdain on your face. The utter disgust you’d show him.

It didn’t help that you were slandering him just a few feet away.

“That piece of shit, Ricardo. He totally fucking cheated.” You cursed, so unlike your usual polite tone with your fellow batch-mates and the faculty. He hears a resounding thud right after wards.

The movement around his shaft only gets faster. His grip tighter, harsher, as he imagines the way you’d abuse his cock. If he added any more force he’d probably tear himself apart. The thought of disappointing you is the one thing keeping him from harming himself.

His hand only ever stuttered due to the sound of your friend’s voice, ear piercing and grotesque as it is in contrast to yours, “Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko-“

“Shut the fuck up!” You angrily replied, this time slamming the locker behind Ricardo, making him moan stumble forward a little.

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Streams of white leave the tip of his cock, your threat shoving him off the ledge of pleasure. Your rain and sweat covered shirt now drenched with another type of liquid.

[Notes]:

Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko — Ouch! You really just brought my face into the fray.

[bb-ants]

My Marvel Rivals mains and Favorite Costumes Part 1 + 3 WiP

Also included in the full image (Part 2 wink wink): Cloak & Dagger, Doctor Stranger & Bats, Hawkeye, Jeff the Land Shark, Luna Snow,

[suusoh]

Hello! Do you think Johan would get jealous easily when it would come to his s/o? for example if some other man was talking to his s/o and/or flirting with them. If you think he would get jealous, how would he deal with the jealousy?

Thank you in advance and have a nice day/night!

I was gonna ask if yandere Johan or regular Johan but honestly they're both so sickly obsessed over you so nvm AHHHAHAH

Hmm. I think he'd be so good at rationalizing thoughts and circumstances so he wouldn't be too possessive. In a way, he's unfazed that people stare at you because he knows it's human nature to look at beautiful things. That's how it is.

He also believes that he feels secure with s/o. He loves intensely. More so than anyone. You've seen the stuff he's done for his sister, so you should definitely expect that same intensity. He knows, that you know, that both of you are devoted to each other. You're his and he is yours. Simple as that.

So why does the sight of seeing other people talk and flirt with you make a slight, barely present, unease start to form in his chest? Why does he keep his gaze on you despite knowing you won't truly leave him behind?

And he of course wonders. Why is it that, the person talking to you, isn't going away yet?

Have you perhaps not told them already? Told them that you're clearly not interested? That you are already taken, by him, your dear friend and lover, your confidante, your partner,— your Johan?

Do you need him to step in now, darling? What other reason do they need to still speak with you?

...Do you enjoy talking to them?

You can always talk to him, you know. He can be your conversation partner anytime you like and you should already know that. In actuality, he should be the first person you should always turn to if you need to share your thoughts.

You don't really need to find other people for that, do you? He can be anything you want him to be. He can be anyone at all, talk about anything and everything you want. You don't need to speak with anyone but him. So why? Why are you still talking with them? Why do you need to talk to them? Don't you you just need him? Wh—

—Oh.

He may actually be feeling... jealousy.

Ah.

.... How interesting.

A small smile tugs on his lips. That's certainly... quite a development. Another human emotion he has long since buried, beneath the layers of mental survival, emerging at last it seems. And all because of you, his dear. You did this. You... truly are quite something, you know that?

He walks over to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

[cinderellasfella]

COUNTDOWN TO MARVEL RIVALS

16 - Captain America

[kakushusband]

Kieran: um... Uh... Do you. Um. Do you want to start over and be friends again 🥺???

Me: oh honey dear... I never stopped being your friend

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Prompt 13

How was Jaskier supposed to know that the lovely woman he spent the night with had a husband? Let alone a husband in a big scary poacher gang? So Jaskier is hauling ass through the forest, only to get his leg caught in a beartrap. He faceplants (very daintily, prettily, and most certainly not with an embarrassing wail, thank you very much) and begins sobbing with the pain. Not to mention his cheap lute breaking into splinters. Great. Just great. What a LOVELY day he's having! A pure white werewolf with bright golden eyes suddenly prowls out of the bushes, growling at him, and Jaskier decides that today really is his worst day. No matter how majestic the beast is, this is cearly the end of Jaskier the bard. He sobs and begs to live, apologizing profusely, and the last thing he sees is the monstrous snout getting closer. Geralt, the werewolf, is stalking for food for his pack, only to come across one of those humans in their own traps. Except... This human isn't one of them. He's wearing brightly colored delicate clothing, and wasn't familiar with where their traps were. It's an innocent human. One that smells very nice, under all the stench of blood and fear. Wolf!Geralt creeps closer, and pries open the trap, intending on releasing the human back into the wild, but it just kind of stares at him in horror before passing out. Hm. Well, it appears it needs more care than he initially thought. So imagine the other witcher's surprise when he doesn't bring food back to the pack, but instead brings a human to patch up. The moon dips out of the sky, they all turn back into their witcher-human forms, and now they're all SCRAMBLING over what they're meant to do!? HOW DO YOU CARE FOR A HUMAN AGAIN??? FUCK- I DON'T KNOW! Geralt stop petting him, he doesn't like that, he's human, not a wolf! What do you mean he likes it? Oh shit- EVERYONE QUICK PET HIM! No wait- He doesn't like it any more- One at a time pet him! And uh- Fuck- What do normal people eat!?

♡!Optional addons!♡ • (ORIGINALLY A TAG) Is Aiden a werecat or also a werewolf? And if he is a werewolf (and/or a werecat I suppose), perhaps he's from a rival pack (against his will) and needs to be rescued by Lambert as a sideplot • Maybe the poachers find poor trapped Jaskier and Geralt has to fight them off first, or perhaps they come back later, intent on killing the White Wolf • Perhaps Geralt turns Jaskier into a werewolf (Either with his consent or without his consent ONLY if he has to do it to save his life, we don't fuck with forced bonds here, people)