hii ๐
hope you had a lovely holiday & that youโre doing alright c: we have a new kitty her name is sweet pea sheโs a little darling.
if I may request a human!reader courting an orc, one whoโs decent enough that for their little spouse they donโt go after the other races if asked, getting introduced to their spouses friends ( like maybe the hobbit company or the lotrโs company ). Iโm curious what youโd come up with an how things goโ like orc spouse is trying their hardest to be on their best behavior but is awkward about it since they donโt often hang around the other races.
If thatโs to confusing lol can I have you do headcanons or something with an orc trying to court human!reader?
( Iโd prefer male or true gender neutral reader pretty please )
Hello, my dear!!! Sweet pea sounds adorable! What breed is she??
I hope you enjoy this little mix of drabble and headcanons, I went with a male reader and a lovely Himbo Orc:
Honestly, your orc husband is just so enthralled with you.ย
Can you say obsessed but in a hyper-healthy way, because yes he is? Anything you want, you got.ย
Being polite to everyone when you two are out in public? Done.ย
Not throwing a punch at a racist elf that had a thing or two to say about you two? Heโll do it, but just for you and not wanting to make you upset.ย
He initiated your courting with presenting you with a blade, crafted by his own hand with intricate runes in the handle that expressed his care for your heart.
Then it went sort of spiraling from there.ย
You noticed your windows were drafty and made an annoyed comment about it the next morning when he asked how you slept, how each wind gust sent a shudder down your spine. You came home from work to new windows installed and no mess.ย
He always wants to take care of you. Hard day at work? No worries darling, heโs cooking dinner and offering to rub your sore muscles after a nice bubble-bath he made for you.ย
โWelcome to the party-Oh,โ Bilbo reared back, as if physically trying to stop himself from verbalizing his surprise. You had talked about bringing your spouse to this gathering, but he never expected an orc.ย
โWelcome, welcome,โ Bilbo got over his surprise as your husband introduced himself, smiling politely and moving to the side to allow the two of you entry.ย
โWhoโs at the door?โ Ori called from the kitchen, exiting while holding a slice of bread- eyes wide and curious.
โ(Y/n)! Welcome, laddie!โ Bofur pushed past Ori, rushing to give you a hug whilst your husband stood awkwardly to the side.ย
โWhoโs this?โ Bofur said, noticing the tall fellow awkwardly admiring Bilboโs knicknacks.ย
โThatโs my husband, he doesnโt get out much,โ You murmured lowly, trying to convey the silent message to take it easy on him.ย
Bofur gave a knowing nod before releasing you from the embrace and moving towards your husband. โBofur, at your service!โย
Your poor orc husband tried his hardest not to exert any strength as he shook the dwarfโs hand, seemingly holding his breath until Bofur moved on to go find Bombur in the pantry.ย
You two caught eyes and he gave a tentative smile, making you melt internally. He was trying so hard to not frighten anyone or worry you.ย
A himbo who drinks โI love my husbandโ juice on the DAILY
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A Husband Duty (GN, NSFW)
Instead of another normal love making session, you ask him to do more to you (FIC, junkie reader, IMG., more in Husband...)
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Yan! Husband who just loves you so much that it turns into another worshipping session instead of fucking you raw without any condom on.
Yan! Husband who just eats you out / gives you head nonstop until you are overstimulated, the whole bed is wet with your cum and drool, his boxer drenched in cum as he ruts himself against the bed sheet.
Yan! Husband whose fingers teased the insides of your clenching hole, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and eyes roll to the back. Yes, just loll out your tongue and he'll take it for granted with his mouth, sucking and licking it while he relishes in the way you whine.
Yan! Husband who will actually cum undone just from lapping up your sweet nectar, drinking it all like a thirsty man who is lost in the Sahara desert.
Yan! Husband who refuses any of your attempts in giving him head, nuh-uh, he wants to focus on you and you only. He is already wetting his boxer with his cum, what more do you want? Splatter it all over your face and hair? He'd be so fine with just your hole โก
Yan! Husband whose cock twitches so much when it is only the tip that enters you, imagine the whole thing filling you full and deep, he is already shaking from the ejaculation, cumming deep inside you. Do you think he is done as a '5 second, take it or leave it?'
Yan! Husband who has a questionable way of ejaculating but his stamina is not to be doubted. He will pound himself deep into you while his sperm paints your insides white. Every time he pulls out, the cum would immediately pool out from your hole only to be refilled with another. (Honestly, as expected from someone inhumane)
Yan! Husband who will not stop kissing you, be it your face, lip, body, or anything as long as it's you. Can you imagine the amount of hickeys you'll be waking up to? These will surely show the servants and others just how cherished you are in his hand.
Yan! Husband who will coax more of your sweet moans, pushing your limit further with every session you have with him, yes, he will fuck you till the sun rises if you can accommodate to him. The idea of it makes his cock twitches again, he needs to be clamped tight by you.
Yan! Husband who will not stop abusing your sex, pleasuring you with his fingers as he gives you a second stimulation while he is still hammering his cock into you.
"W-why, why do you have so much c-cum, in you-!?"
"I don't know dear, maybe it's because of you. You are driving me nuts every day!"
Yulian is such a healthy man ^^ how much litter does he have left to fill you up? Ah, the bulge... it's so arousing to see your stomach bulging with his cock and cum.
Yan! Husband, the King of Aftercare, bathing you with the finest body care, roses floating while his face nuzzled up in your neck. Please, don't do anything you will regret, you don't want him to hammer his cock into you again, the whole bathtub might be his cum instead!
Yan! Husband who kisses you to sleep, letting you rest after hours of fucking you dumb. It seems like the euphoria is gone and he has regained his sanity, evident from how he's thinking how to cover all these hickeys and bite marks.
Yan! Husband who presses his lip to all those marks, kissing it better while occasionally licking some.
Maybe he shouldn't help you cover it after all.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .
nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . .
a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .
Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker roomโusing the key to unlock the doorโit was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . .ย
Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.
His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.
Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smellโso much so that he could almost taste youโall the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.
He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cockโa soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold airโhis free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .โimagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful stateโ . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .
Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and downโhis vision growing hazyโas he let out breathy sighs of pleasureโwhines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.
Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouthโdrool escaped the corners of his mouthโblocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cockโlittle tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasureโhe used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .
All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothingโhis legs began to convulseโhis back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .
Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .
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Reader: Please... Just put a bullet between my eyes now.
Kidnapper: Relax. If your family loves you, they'll pay the ransom
Reader: I'm not worried about you. My wife is a retired assassin and if I'm late to dinner one more time I'll lose my outside privileges for a year.
Kidnapper: You really expect me to believe that? I'm sure your wife's crying her eyes out to police right now.
Reader: Who said I was married to a woman?
[Knock- Knock- Knock]
Femboy Housewife Yan: Helloooo in there~ Has anyone in there seen my darling dearest spouse around? It's casserole night and they promised they wouldn't be late this evening. If it's your fault they're not at the dinner table right now [giggles] Well.... It's probably best if you open the door now than later...
Reader, squirming in their chains: Hide me!
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loves you. hates them.
Rich!boyfriend who really isnโt your boyfriend but more of an arranged husband. Heโs sweet and all but you think heโs a bit overbearing for someone you just met.
Rich!boyfriend who demands your free time, disregarding how tired you may be from working. Rich!boyfriend who hates how much you work and provide for your family, he realizes how soft and spineless you are when time comes for you to speak up for yourself.
Rich!boyfriend whoโs intoxicated by the way you smile at him and the small touches you give him to express your gratitude for the excessive gifts. The way your eyes light up when you see him wonโt ever get old to him. Rich!boyfriend who seeโs the potential in you, even if your mother tells him otherwise.
Rich!boyfriend who is immediately consumed by disinterest whenever your mother and father want to speak with him. They have so much to say and critic about your life, yet, they rely on their young daughter to get them out of their financial burdens.
Rich!boyfriend who notices the behavioral change in your sister every time he comes around. The way she perks up when he enters the room, the difference in the way she dresses when she knows sheโs going to see him versus when she doesnโt know. Rich!boyfriend who is disgusted by this and is even more repulsed when she tries to make a move on him. This pushes him to increase your time at his home and decrease the time you spend at your house.ย
Manipulative!boyfriend who acts confused when you find your phone hidden away in his dresser drawer. Manipulative!boyfriend who forces you stay at his home for an extensive amount of time, convincing you that you are terribly sick from working so hard.
Manipulative!boyfriend who gives you a special type of medicine in your food so you stay sluggish and compliant. Manipulative!boyfriend who persuades you that the little white bottle he hides away is nothing and that youโre imagining things.ย
Rich!boyfriend who assures you that youโll feel better by the time the wedding rolls around.
Crazy!boyfriend who effectively got your family out your ear by smashing your phone to pieces and warning them that if they ever talked to you again, heโd do worse than cause a little car crash.
Did he forget to tell you that?ย
Rich!boyfriend who lies assures you that heโll find the people who T-boned your parents car.
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a/n: I think my requests inbox might be broken, directly message if it doesn't go through or don't. I don't know how it works.
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PAIRING: ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ x reader (gender not mentioned/implied/specified);
SYNOPSIS: Your first meeting with him was anthing but charming. Especially when he cornered you to the point, where you know you'll have no choice but to submit.
TW. implied age gap, manipulation, threatening (?), red flag, power imbalance;
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"How can I help you, sir?"
"Be my sugar baby."
You blinked owlishly, trying to process what this customer said and if it was on the menu. When in fact it turned out that it isn't and you connected the words and their meaning, you were ready to burst out laughing.
He can't be serious.
Just by looking at him, you can tell he occupies a high position in some fancy corporation. You were even ready to bet that he was a CEO! It was a mystery itself why he was here, in a food chain restaurant in the first place. An enigma why he even said something like that to you, a plain worker who is pretty much opposite in every aspect one could think of.
He is handsome, you give him that. Probably older than you, since his face was more defined and mature. His suit, which you imagned to be tailor-made, colonge that was so strong you could smell it from behind the counter and all the expensive accesories (I mean look at his watch! Worth univesity tuition installment or two!) he had on were probably worth more than what you owned now.
But no, you aren't stupid. Sleep deprived, yes. Hungry, yes. Broke, also unfortunately, yes. But not stupid.
This man must be high then. No other sane and sober and filthy rich man would propose something like that to the (broke) food chain worker during the first meeting.
You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to be calm. He is still your client and you are fighting to be this employee of the month. You can already envision your photo hanging by the cashier and feel the additional money in your bank account. You won't lose your cool now.
Instead, you plastered your best fake smile.
"I'm afraid that's not on our menu sir. Do you fancy something else?"
The man chuckled, as if you told the best and poshest joke known to mankind. Your eyebrow twitched, yet your smile didn't budget.
Calm down...he is high...let him laugh...employee of the month...additional money...!
"You're more amusing than I thought." ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ wiped a stray tear from his eye. "Trust me sweetie, I love how you call me 'sir' but that doesn't change the fact that my request still stays. I want you to be my sugar baby."
"I'm afraid that's not possible, sir."
"Ho ho, everything is possible." ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ hid his hands in the pocket of his pants. He was staring down at you, like you were the most interesting thing he saw in a long while. You began to feel uneasy and slightly curled into yourself. You didn't like how mischievous his smirk looked.
A beat of tense silence passed, before he spoke again.
"I won't back down, sweetie. You know, I've learned that when you really want something, you should fight for it till you'll achieve it. This situation is no different than a business. I provide you safety and money, while you agree to be mine and fulfill my (every) requests." He finished his speech with a smile worth a million dollars, showing off his pearly white and straight teeth.
"Sir -- "
"After all, you wouldn't want your current life to crumble, hm?" You froze when his expression became sinister and his voice lowered to the point of mocking. In your gut you began to feel dread. You knew this feeling bery well. It appears whenever you sense danger. Currently, this man in front of you was a person who you should be afraid of. One thing for sure, he wasn't lying when he said he can destroy you in a matter of one call.
Money rules the world.
"Your measly, little thing, who believes something will change. That it is just a stepping stone. But what if I make it your prison? Force you to be stuck here until you break under pressure? In the end, you'll still agree to be mine, sweetie. It depends on you if you want to suffer or not."
And destroy those who are too weak and gets crushed under its ruthless rule.
"This choice is yours." ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ straightened his back and only now you realized he was holding a sheet of paper. "All you have to do is to sign this..."
You knew you have no choice.
"So pick carefully, sweetie."
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Unexpected Visitor
Pairing: Spencer Reid x G!n Reader
WC: 788
A/N: A lil Spencer Xmas Blurb while I figure my shit out. Also! I'm imagining older seasons Spencer for this one.
"Hi! I'm, uh, so sorry to bug you but, um, do you know where Spe--Doctor Reid's desk is? Or, really, where D-Doctor Reid is?" .
Derek Morgan had to get his shit together because his jaw almost dropped when you walked in. What was some hot piece of ass doing, dressed like that, looking for Boy Genius.
He jumped up from his chair and strolled over to where you had stopped Garcia, who was just as flabbergasted as he was. "Reid is currently in a meeting sweetheart--may I ask what you, uh, want with him?"
You raised your eyebrows at the 'sweetheart', but smiled anyways. "He was supposed to be home about an hour ago and he wasn't answering his phone, so instead of panicking, because I know what you do for work, I wanted to come in and check before I lost my shit."
"Home?" Garcia squeaked out, still baffafled by how gorgeous you looked. It was like you were sent straight from heaven, a literal vision.
You nodded and tilted your head, slightly confused. "Y-Yeah...I'm sorry why is that---"
"We just didn't know Reid was living with anyone, let alone seeing someone."
"Ah." You nodded. "He's private like that, isn't he." Your smile warmed the two of them, and you shifted the coat from one arm to the other.
"y/n?"
You turned your head towards the back of the bullpen, and Spencer was walking out of Hatch's office. "What are you doing here?"
"Being introduced to your friends and coworkers since you haven't."
Spencer bit the inside of his cheeks and walked over to you both, placing his hand on the small of your back. You felt how tense he was.
"I'm here because our reservation is in twenty minutes and you said you'd be home over an hour ago." You looked at Spencer, whose eyes went a little wide.
"Shit. I-I didn't realize what time it was---"
"I have your suit in the car, and this is why I made the reservation for eight pm, instead of Seven."
"And this is why I love you." Spencer kissed your head and rushed over to his desk, scrambling to grab all of his papers and his bag and his coat and his scarf and his--
"Hi Y/n." Spencer looked up at the mention of your name, pausing in his frantic nature.
"Hi Aaron." You gave him a quick hug, but a bright smile. "How are you?"
"Well." He laughed a little. "I'd be better if we didn't have to work the day before Christmas Eve since I still need to wrap all of Jack's presents still."
"Oh how is Jack!"
"He's doing well. finally starting to enjoy reading, no thanks to you."
You laughed at his joke, all the while Derek and Garcia just shared an incredulous look. How the hell did you know Hotch? Jack?!? Why does Jack's reading habits connect to you--
"Ready sweetheart?" Spencer appeared at your side and you nodded. "It was lovely to see you Aaron. I'll stop by some time tomorrow to drop off Jack's gifts as well as yours. I got it when Spence I and went to Paris last month. I think you'll enjoy it!"
"That's why you weren't here for two weeks?" Penelope's jaw was on the floor. "I didn't take you to be a Parisian man Doctor Reid."
"W-Well, um--"
"It was for my birthday. My choice. I love art and museums so it made sense. Well, it was lovely to meet you all but we have a reservation to get to." You gave them all a quick smile before taking Spencer's hand and walking towards the elevator, your shoes clicking on the floor with every step you took.
"How long have the two of them been together?" Morgan turned to Hotch after you both had gotten in the elevator.
"I think today is their two year anniversary."
"TWO YEARS." Garcia clutched her hypothetical pearls. "How have I not known? How have WE not known?"
"He's private, and...well. You know Y/n."
"No we clearly do not know Hotch."
Hotch gave them a little smirk and a shrug. "Merry Christmas guys. I'll see you on the twenty-seventh."
As Hotch walked away, Garcia and Morgan just stared at one another. "So we're..."
"Going to spend then next ten minutes in my office finding everything out about this mystery person Spencer has been apparently dating for two years?"
"You read my mind mama. A little Christmas snooping never hurt anyone..."
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Fitness Trainer
A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)
Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.
TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content
And up... and down, just like that."
The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out.ย
"One more, you can do one more for me."
"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache.ย
"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."
He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own.ย
โDo it with me now,โ He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. โPush through it, baby.โ
The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.
You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out.ย
You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you.ย
You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. Youโd crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse.ย
Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do.ย
โI hate to say it, but youโre done for today.โย
You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath.ย
Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back.ย
His body, which shouldโve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight โTRAINERโ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble.ย
He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how heโs always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didnโt get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gymโs โpremium membershipโ, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi โspecialty.โ
You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meatheadโs face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love.ย
You couldnโt help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.
โFeelinโ sore?โ Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. โYou went harder than usual today.โย
โYeah,โ You let out after a gulp of water. โDefinitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe Iโll actually take you up on one of those massages.โย
You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoineโs eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin.ย
โOf course-- definitely, Iโd be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldnโt believe.โ
Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight.ย
โWha- you mean right now? Iโm all, sticky.โย
โNowโs the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort theyโve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.โย
He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadnโt expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders theyโre too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades.ย
โBut considering youโve pushed so hard, I donโt want to see you back here for a couple of days.โ Antoine insisted.
โAwe, you want me outa here that badly?โ You joked, laying your head forward as Antoineโs fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. โI see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.โย
It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing.ย
Antoine shook your shoulders.ย
โDonโt say that, now!โ He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. โItโs not funny; I hope you donโt see me that way.โ
โItโs just a joke,โ You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.
โI never understand your jokes.โ He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh.ย
โWoah, hey,โ You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers.ย
โI have to get to your hips, you canโt do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to dayโฆ well, you see what I mean.โ
The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back.ย
โO-okay.. I guess..โย
Heโs not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, heโs the trainer, shouldnโt they know best?ย
He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh.ย
โDoes that feel a little better, Mon cลur? Less pain?โ He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks.ย
Youโre awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides.ย
โYeahโฆ feels a lot better..โย
โYou can rest your head on my shoulder, donโt be embarrassed, sweetheart.โ
You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.
The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the moreโฆ audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual.ย
โJust like that...โ He mumbled, giving a deep hum.
With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldnโt get enough of.ย
But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished.ย
โUh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Reallyโฆ got all the kinks out.โย
You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his โmagic fingersโ again.ย
โOf course. And thatโs just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.โ He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.
Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; heโd never try something with you, his client.ย
โYeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.โ You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoineโs work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. Itโs gonna be hard to bend down for a while.ย
Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesnโt use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing heโd just drag you back down to the floor if he did.ย
โThanks again-- I mean, I know itโs your job but--โย
โDonโt thank me; itโs always a treat to have you here, my cherie. Iโd train you for free, you know!โย
You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, youโd ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasnโt cheap!
Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard partโs over. Too bad you canโt look at Antoineโs pretty face anymore, though.ย
Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door.ย
His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. Howโd you never notice they didnโt just give these things out?ย
Heโd brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that youโd use it every and anywhere.ย
Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got.ย
His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didnโt know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with youโฆ it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear.ย
ย No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally?ย
Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower.ย
Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you.ย
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Yandere Head Canons:
Your Only Option
Yandere Otome Game Character x GN Reader
TW: psychological horror, trapped forever in a time loop, yandere behavior, mind break, and manipulation
It was always spring when your world would reset once more. When the flowers were in full bloom and the scent of spring was heavy enough to make your head spin. You were in this digital world you had somehow ended trapped in, forever forced to repeat the story premise until you inevitably had to start over once moreโฆ yet you always ended up with only one of the capture targets. The villainous crown prince, Edwin Fritz.
Edwin was your favorite character in this game prior to you ending trapped in it. He was the hardest character to romance but the creator had stated in a forum that he was a yandere. The kind of character you were a sucker for each time! With his silver hair and crimson red eyes, you always melted into a puddle when heโd appear on your screenโฆ yet it was much different in real lifeโฆ Edwin was terrifying.
You spent over a hundred hours playing the game to romance him because you adored his twisted love routes, but it was so different now that you were in the gameโฆ especially since heโd always greet you at each starting point.
Both of you retained your memories of the countless previous games and heโd always greet you with an extravagant gift of some sortโฆ must be the perk of being the villainous crown prince.
You gulped when Edwin made his way over to you, his crimson gaze didnโt leave your shivering form once. His large form easily towered over you as he held a giant bouquet of ruby roses in his arms. A ghost of a smile on his gorgeous face.
โHello, darling.โ Edwin handed you the roses before his hand brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. โYou tried to talk to Count Jesse in the last game play throughโฆ do you enjoy making me jealous?โ
You trembled like a leaf but gave Edwin a bright, reassuring smile. You needed to reassure him before he went ballistic in a fit of rageโฆ and you didnโt want to see other characters die again. โOf course not, Edwin. I only love you after all.โ
Edwin pulled you into a hug, the roses in your arms shedded a few petals from the embrace. You gulped when you felt his breath shudder. โYou do, donโt you? Thatโs why youโre the only one who didnโt give up one meโฆโ
Edwin sighed dreamily when you relaxed in his hold. โI donโt know why you keep associating with such lowly characters when you have me. I can offer you such a wonderful life of luxury. Youโll never die or age. We can truly be together just like youโve always wanted before I brought you here! You said you hated your life prior to me.โ
Edwin pressed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. He didnโt care about the gazes from the other nobles at this small party. You were his in this life and his again in the next loop. Forever and ever and ever and ever. No one would be able to take you from him. He would keep repeating this loop until you swore youโd be his spouse!
โSo what do you say? Will you be my spouse for all of eternity or do you want to keep playing this game?โ Edwin gave you a smile that made a chill run down your spine. โI donโt mind repeating time another four hundred times until you finally relent.โ
Edwin moved to cup your cheeks between his hands so his eyes could look into yours. You felt as if you could drown in the sea of obsession that lies behind those ruby red eyes. โIโm your only option, after all.โ
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Yan! Hacker ร GN Reader , drabble
โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - ๐ณ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐
Yan! Hacker who jerks off to the live video of you touching yourself while watching some porn from the website. You should have unplugged the webcam from your PC darling, you never know who is currently watching you through it right?
Yan! Hacker who knows just what kind of videos you enjoy watching. He has your whole browser history, including the porn sites you visit every time you feel sexually frustrated.
Yan! Hacker who does feel a pang of guilt for doing these to you, tapping and hacking all your stuff just to satiate his needs. Oh gosh, look at you wearing that flimsy shirt, he can see your nipples perking through!
Yan! Hacker who wishes he could just visit you and rail you dumb just like what the people are doing in the video. You really like vocal men huh? As much as he is the silent type, he could try grunting or letting his moans slip if you'd just let him slip his cock inside you!
Yan! Hacker who has everything on record, the video of you touching yourself including the audio where you are whimpering at your own touch. Oh, you look so ravishing and adorable! He feels the need to blackmail you just to see your face pale up for fun but that would be a boomerang for him because you'd shut yourself.
Yan! Hacker who won't stop jerking off even though you are long wasted already. No, he still wants more. The old recordings could help him while he watches you sleep, pleased after your previous masturbation.
Yan! Hacker who zooms the video until it's pixelated just to get a close-up of your sleeping figure, his tip smearing the screen with his precum as his hand pumps his shaft fastly, audio of you moaning playing in his headset.
Yan! Hacker who wishes he could just fuck your mouth as you dazed away in your sleep. His hand will play with your nipple while the other hand strokes your hair, he knows you like it when people stroke your hair after all.
Yan! Hacker who trembles as he thinks of the audio playing in his headset as you moan into his ears, his hand as your hand, and the video as you yourself.
"Fucking take it all..."
Yan! Hacker who cums right into the screen, he'll clean the mess later but for now, he wants you all to himself virtually. He will play another video of you, this time in a different setting. Just how many hidden cameras has he set inside your place?
Yan! Hacker who contemplates whether he should just make things easier by confessing to you or keep things as it is. It's not like he doesn't have a chance, judging by how you hump the pillow while moaning his name out.
'Seth, Seth...'
Yan! Hacker who will for sure fuck you dumb the moment the two of you become official. The bed will be creaking until the sun rises and you'll need to change your bedsheet again unless you want to sleep on a damp, smelly bed. As much as he'd like to just fuck you raw, he's still considerate enough to slip on the condom from future problems.
"God, what the fuck are you Seth? A stallion? We've been doing this for hours!" You yelled at him while you stuff your mouth with your pillow, his cock hammering into you with his hand spanking your ass every once in a while.
"I'm no stuck in like you said," right, you once teased him for being a disgusting otaku back when the two of you were transmigrated into that damn game, "seems like you are the hikikomori here? How adorable โก"
Yan! Hacker might not look like it but he's actually a fit figure, not to mention one of his favorite sports being basketball because of his friend.
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" ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ "
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ you're his entire world, his only thought, the very illness that has corrupted his mind and body . . .
gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / mentions of sleep medication / pathetic yandere / suggestive content / a character slightly aimed towards people with a savior complex
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . .
a/n: edited, Lucas first fanfic is out !! . . click here to read it !! <3
He was someone with fleeting attractionโyet a hopeless romantic, who'd spend most of his class time doodling away in his notebook instead of taking actual notes, writing these scenarios that played out in his mindโtired hazy doodles of small characters, blurry lines of writing, scribbled out text, as he struggled to stay awakeโ
He had never had a proper sleeping schedule, and if he did he'd never stick to it, a night owl who often faced the consequences of his own actions, sleep medication was something he was all too familiar with, the feeling of being restless without sleep, his nerves always on edge, dark circles under his eyes made him feel insecure, and alarmingly out of character.
He felt something touch his back, he froze, nerves all over the place, a pit growing in his stomach as he turned almost instinctively to face whoever touched him, pushing their hand off harshly . . . "Hey Yoichi . . what's up with you man, why so aggressive?!" Lucas asked . . and then he froze, letting out a nervous and rather embarrassed chuckle, "Ahโum . . sorry Lucas . . just feeling a little tired that's all", he replied softly, voice barely coming out.
To be quite honest, when he first saw you, Yoichi thought nothing of it, he sat at the very back and you for some reason, sat in front of him, not that he minds, you're presence covered him from the teachers eyesight, which allowed him to do whatever he wanted, he was even able to drift off to sleep during that period.
However, it wasn't until he found himself, drawing tiny versions of you in his notebook, little doodles, pink ink staining the paper as he hearted your initials togetherโhis name then your last name . . your name then his last name . . . names of future childrenโthat he realized he was crushing on you . . . big time.
His emotions was fleeting, it had always been, he didn't think much of it . . it was just a simple crush, everyone has one of those, and they go away with time.
Yoichi was a punctual studentโand a well organized oneโhe'd rarely forget his books, much less the notebook with his embarrassing doodles of him and you, it would ruin his image to be quite honest . . yet for some reason he had forgotten it in class today, it could've been his ever-growing restlessness due to a lack of sleep, or maybe the caffeine that's been fucking with his head since early in the morningโhe sighedโknocking himself out of his own thoughts, as he twisted the doorknob, hopefully the teacher left the class unlocked.
The door was open, to his utter relieve . . . wait . . . "y/n?", he spoke, taken abackโyou were soundly asleep on your deskโyou looked so at . . peace . . . calm? . . . Nothing could describe the emotions he felt as he approached you, slowly reaching over to his desk and grabbing his notebook, quickly stuffing it in his backpackโhe should go . . , that would be the best course of action . . .
Yet he couldn't . . . he knelt down on the floor, leaning his head on the desk, starring at your face, looking into every curve and line, in his eyes every imperfection just made you even more perfect, the pattern of your breath was soothing to his otherwise restless mind, a soothing scent radiated off of you, and for the first time in months, he felt sleepy . . . like he could sleep without a care . . . everything felt so right. . .โnothing felt displaced or disoriented.
That was the day that started it all, it seems, Yoichi had started forming something that was akin to obsession, he couldn't sleep at all without youโa piece of youโsomething that reminded him of that calming scent that he felt that day, you calmed his overdriven nerves, you halted his troubles for more than a fleeting moment.
Yoichi knew what he was doing was odd, especially when he found himself picking up the wrapper you threw out, and taking inhaling it, his eyes growing half liddedโhe felt like a drug addictโdrunk off of you . .
Fleeting touches would tick off his ever delusional mind, a small compliment could set him on overdrive and in the back of his head he knew he was growing addicted, a pit in his stomach grew as he felt slightly disgusted with himself, with the obscene and rather degrading things he'd do, just to get something touched by you.
Lucas stared at his friend, who seemed no better than dead, "Are ya' okay?" he asked, looking him up and down, "You look like a train-wreck", he stated half out of concern and half out of clear disdain and possibly curiosity, "Is it normal?", Yoichi spoke up, taking a gulp of air as he continued, "to want someone so badly that it's hard to explainโlikeโa part of me feels obsessed, like I feel like carving my own heart out and showing them just to prove my love wont be enoughโthey could claw out my fingernailsโand from where I'm standing, I'd still look at them with only love . . . but at the same time I feel disgusted with the feelings I feelโ", Yoichi kept blabbering on, until his friend shushed him, taking a sip of his drink as he jokingly replied, "I mean . . if you love them that much, then their clearly the one . . ."
Yoichi blanked out, as Lucas chuckled, he has no idea how much of his teasing words Yoichi would take to heart that day nor of it's lasting consequences . . .
@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.
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Assassin Femboy Housewife Yan: D-Darling! You're home early. I didn't expect you to be here so soon... I haven't even started on dinner yet. I was going to make your favorite since we won't be home for a while. I also picked up something "special" while I was out grabbing groceries... I guess a good question right now is do you want dinner - or me?~
Reader:Heard out neighbor in the hospital today.. The one who made that comment about how good of a spouse I was when I comforted them during their last breakup.
Femboy Housewife Yan: ahaha....I suppose we should send them some flowers then.
Reader: You tried to kill our neighbor and we have to move again.
Femboy Housewife Yan: I... tried to kill our neighbor and we have to move again.
Reader: ...I'll go pack my bags.
Femboy Housewife Yan: w-wait! Don't you want to see what I bought?! Darling!
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he's obsessed.
Secondborn!Husband who coincidentally gets married to you just as your countryโs death toll reached an all time high from war. So what his nation started it? That doesnโt matter now, you have to worry about your upcoming marriage.
Secondborn!Husband that found the engagement revolting until he saw your face and instantaneously changed his mind. Secondborn!Husband that purposely gives you a impression of disinterest, when in reality heโs infatuated by everything about you. From the way your eyes perk up when you see him for the first time to the way you softly sigh when you think youโre finally alone.
Secondborn!Husband that has a horrible reputation in his own country and jumps to keep his image intact, with you. Secondborn!Husband who doesnโt sugarcoat the way he feels about you in his head. Letting his wildest fantasies conjure up in his head once heโs alone and locked in his room.
Secondborn!Husband that physically shakes every time he realizes your wedding night is closing in. Realizing that, heโll be able to touch your body and kiss you freely and he cannot wait. Secondborn!Husband that insisted you sleep in the same room with him, since your wedding date is creeping and you would need to get used to sleeping with someone else. And not because he wants to watch your peaceful expression as you sleep soundly next to him.
Secondborn!Husband whose real feelings are starting to get exposed, when you find your panties in his dresser.ย
Pervert!Husband that steals your underwear when you carelessly leave them hidden underneath your pile of clothes as you go shower. Pervert!Husband who strangles his cock with your panties when youโre gone and moans pornographically when he comes in the fabric to the thought of you beneath him.
Secondborn!Husband who washes and hangs the underwear to avoid suspicion.ย
Secondborn!Husband who feels a giddy feeling for the first time in years when you both say โI doโ at the altar. He bathes in the fact that you cannot and will not ever be with another man other than him for the rest of your days.ย
Secondborn!Husband who finally has something that no one can take away from him, a oblivious little wife.
part 2
a/n: first post of 2024! thanks for following me into a new year and into a new era of posts.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
SYNOPSIS: ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง basks in the fact that you're ofically his.
PAIRING: ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง x Reader (gender isn't impiled/mentioned/specified)
Tw. buying reader, kidnapping, general lack of consent, possessive/obsessive behavior, power imbalance, blackmailing, threatening;
A/N: Quick reminder. I do not support this kind of behaviour. This is just a piece of fiction and serves as enetrtaimnet purposes only.
๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง who had bought you.
Earlier that week, unknowingly to you, he visited a small apartment you and your family were occupying. ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง was aware where and how you were living but it still mortified him how you โ his precious darling โ could be living like that.ย
โYou deserve betterโฆmoreโฆโ he repeated in his head every time he thought about you. Which was always. So it didn't come as a surprise to anyone he had decided to do something about it sooner than later.
Yes, ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง greatly appreciated being so warmly welcomed by (his soon to be in-laws) your family. He even witnessed himself from where you got some of your traits from but business needed to be made.
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง was straight forward from the start.
The deal was simple: he will pay your family a handsome sum of money monthly and you'll belong to him wholly. They'll completely disappear from your life, becoming nothing but a shadow of your past. In his head he knows you wonโt need them anymore.
If not, their financial situation which was already bad will be even worse. ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง is a man of power and has a lot of money. Your parents, knowing this, quickly understood that it's either willingly giving you away and getting the money or he will forcefully do so with them landing on a street, probably dead.
From the beginning, they had no choice.
"And here you are, my precious." ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง whispered lovingly into your ear before gently laying you on the king size bed. You were put in a deep sleep by an alcohol you drank during his luxurious party (he threw to celebrate sealing the deal but shhh...) and strong sleeping pills he had added to one of your drinks. He made a mental note to pay the doctor he got them from an extra since you didn't even twitch the whole way you were carried here.
"I hope the bedroom will be to your liking." Your (captor) future husband carefully took off your shoes and laid them by your new bed. ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง wanted you to be as comfortable as one person can be. Then he took the neatly folded blanket made from the highest quality silk and processed to snuggly tuck you in. When he finished, you looked like the bed could swallow you at any given moment.
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง couldnโt help himself and brought his hand to your head, caressing it while staring at your face in adoration. "If not I'll change it however you like it."
Secretly, he hoped you'll be sharing a bedroom (especially bed) soon.
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง sat down by your side, the softest mattress he could find easily dipping under him. He didnโt care that he was wrinkling his expensive party wear consisting of a black tuxedo imported straight from Italy that accentuated his lean body in every positive way. He was looking his absolutely best. For you.
"Oh how I love you, my precious." ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง purred and his fingers ghosted over your cheek. He leaned down close enough to your face that your soft breaths were fanning him. Some of his slicked back hair fell down tickling your forehead. His mesmerizing eyes were gleaming with the passionate and deep rooted love he had for you. "You belong to me."
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ! ๐๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ง sealed your fate with a peck on your lips.
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