#yandere polygamy

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You get one Hydra, you get all.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(You get the sweets), @egrets-not-regrets(you too.) @thevoidscreams (I blame you.)

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself.

TW // SMUT/NSFW.

The heat of the bath relaxed my sore muscles from the latest intercourse I had with Solor. Which the Hydra’s were not too friendly about. Taking my jellied body from Solors smug arms, and into the house for a much needed rest. I have no doubt they were going to have a talk about the more “rules'' they need to put between their “deal.”

I hummed, feeling a little too nauseous after staying in the heated bath for too long. Slowly rising from the bath with a dull ache on my shoulders. My legs nearly fell out from underneath me, making me rethink if it was a good idea to have that intercourse with Solor, because he didn’t hesitate to act on my desires, and do good at it too. Slower, friendlier than last time, but damn, didn’t it feel good.

Just thinking about it made my thighs clench around nothing. My fingers clutched around the shower curtain for stability after unplugging the bath. Why in the hell was I acting like a hormonal teenager? Ready to pounce on any of my partner’s I saw.

Wait, my partner’s?

Did I really think of them that way? As a partner? No, it was something more than a partner wasn’t? You don’t just have some heated intimacy with a stranger, and have them stay with you afterwards, and do it again and again. This was definitely more than just partners. This was something more, like spouse level. Did I think of them as a spouse? Did they think I was a spouse to them? A mate? Was that even… possible for them? Was that something they yearn for?

I shook my head, and grabbed a towel from the counter; drying off. Avoiding the more serious marks, and bruises on my body before wrapping it about my body and making my way into the bedroom to put on some comforting clothing, but stopped in the middle of the archway.

There stood Levithan staring right back at me. His hand in his armor in prep to take it off. A low rumble left him as his eyes roamed my body, observing every little crease, and skin presented to him. Leaving me unsure if he was admiring my body, or simply studying it.

“You… passing through?” I asked, watching how his mouth slightly opened, showing his teeth that would surely make you think he was a leviathan.

His hand went back to the side before leaning a little closer. His head hovered right above my shoulders, and he huffed at me, tickling my neck as I laughed a little. Intrigued, he came closer and did the same thing again while I tried to step back with another laugh, but his hand shot forward stopping me from escaping his ticklish huffs against my neck. Curling his body so he can stuff his head in my neck, giving it playful little nips.

“Levithan!” I shrieked, his body rumbling in a resemblance of a chuckle. His teeth, carefully biting along my shoulder. Occasionally giving little licks here and there. His hands slowly gliding down the sides of my body as I suppressed a shiver.

I could feel him smirk on my neck before he lifted me up. His mouth moved over to capture my lips on his own. Swallowing down that yelp as he pinned me to the wall. My thighs being palmed by his grabby hands. Pushing himself flush up against me while I moaned into his mouth. His actions getting me worked up.

I tried talking again when he pulled back, but his hand came up and lighty took a hold of my throat. Pinning my head back onto the wall, showing my neck to him as he purred out. Pleased with the compliance. His long tongue coming out to lap at the marks Solor had created. Coating them with his own saliva. Remarking them.

A whine left me as he tugged the towel to the side, exposing me to him. While he slowly pushed me down on his length. Cooing at me, and keeping my head pinned back at the same time. My eyebrows scrunching together as I wasn’t prepared for his size. I was never prepared with any of them really, but with some comparison. Leviathan had to be the second biggest.

My hands settled on his arm the held my neck in place as he rutted into me, a cry leaving me as he squeezed just a little bit in a silent warning. His hips picking up in a deep, rhythmic pace. Hitting all the right places.

I would have moaned out his name if it wasn’t for his hand on my neck, and his tongue tasting my my sweaty skin while he growled out warnings with each thrust. Each one becoming much more harsh than the last.

Leviathan pulled me to him, and put his lips a mine. His tongue taking immediate dominance as I moaned in his mouth. His body pressing flush up against mine, slowly rutting into me as he filled me up. Twitching inside of me while he let go of my neck while I rested my head on his pauldrons. His hands slowly dragging up and down my sides while he kept rutting into me, purring in my ear.

A trill pulled me out of my afterglow. My head coming up from Leviathans pauldron to look at the noise. Getting surprised with a needy kiss instead by Hydra.

“You came here to the mark her without us, brother?” Asclepius chided lightly, dragging his gauntlet across my leg. My nerves still sensitive as I twitched around Leviathan, earning a groan from him.

Leviathan rumbled at his brother while Hydra kept me occupied with his make-out session.

“Well, we are all here now, are we not?” Asclepius grinned, sliding his gauntlet down to my hip. The other two trilling in agreement while I clenched back down on Levithan. His hips moving once more.

This was going to be a long night.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIII

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XI

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[colourstreakgryffin]

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Uzui Tengen Headcanons

This one with Tengen is honestly a bit rough and was a little hard to write for, but I hope it’s okay. Enjoy my glass angels!

Tengen as a romantic Yandere has the Yandere traits of; Delusional, Lovesick, Obsessive, Possessive, Overprotective, Romantic, Manipulative and Dramatic

If I’m being honest. Tengen would never be a “only you” Yandere since he has Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma, and him treating one new wife differently over his original three is unrealistic to his character so I made a compromise to make it better:

This is a very unique circumstance with the Sound Hashira himself. He is already married, not only married but married to three women. Why would he need a fourth wife? He doesn’t need four, but he wants four as he has eyes for the Ice Hashira, otherwise, you. You’re so bedazzling and jaw-dropping, it would be impossible to not fall for you on the spot

Tengen is a straightforward man with no insecurity and lots of confidence to back it up. He doesn’t fear to straight up tell you how he feels for you and insist you come over to his Estate for “training”

Tengen’s Yandere Traits begin very early, just like for his three wives and work in a pattern that extends to you as well; befriending, tricking, proposal, marriage then everything else and that everything else includes stealing away rights and preventing his love of choice from walking away from their marriage. He keeps his wives trapped under his thumb in hopes they’ll love him back eventually

Tengen is very lovesick over his new love interest, just like Giyuu. You cloud over his head as much as Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma do and he can’t function properly without seeing you everyday. He becomes overwhelmingly emotional if you’re not by his side 24/7 and he would probably go berserk so just keep him under control. He needs to feed his lovesickness

Why are you ignoring him today? You were enjoying your visit yesterday! Did he do something wrong? No, he couldn’t have! He only has been loving you, he’s the most perfect husband! What is the problem?

In a matching style to Shinobu, Tengen is a trickster and manipulates you into visiting his Estate a lot more then one should. Forces you with witty wordplay to befriend his wives and prays that you’ll like the both the friendly faces and luxurious life enough to want to stay permanently. Tengen is a chronic manipulator that plays with your decisions and drags you wherever he wants, it’s not like you can fight back…

Tengen is the least aggressive and murderous Yandere of the Hashira Nonad as he is 1) very confident in his abilities to woo and keep you as his and 2) he values his loves’ happiness and positive view of him severely. Why ruin that by killing when it’s unnecessary? His threats will run away with their tail inbetween their legs just at the sight of him. Tengen can easily get whatever woman he wants but he doesn’t mind getting a bit scary to shoo away those annoying pigeons

His wives, Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma aren’t Yanderes but he is obsessed with them in the same way he is obsessed with you. Due to his extreme care for his wives, Tengen can’t do the lot that the other Yandere Hashira can; the main being kidnapping. Even though, his three spouses are scared of him, they’d be desperate to escape if they caught him kidnapping you. Tengen doesn’t want to lose all three of his wives for one, no matter how obsessed he is

Tengen regularly proposes to you and the phrase “regularly” means EVERY. SINGLE. DAY and each of your rejections just flow past his head. You’re rejecting him because you’re not ready for that type of commitment and that’s okay! He can wait! He knows you like him, you’re just nervous about getting married.

He just can’t see that you’re not interested in him because he frightens you with how needy-pushy he is. Even if his wives are very kind and all, you don’t want to be around Tengen

Though, he won’t keep waiting as overtime, he eventually forces you to accept his proposal through emotion manipulation and subtle bribery. You have no choice, you’re gonna become the fourth Uzui wife against your will in front of Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma in the Sound Estate

Tengen is the most romantic Yandere ever. He gifts you the prettiest roses, the shiniest jewellery, the silkiest kimonos all the time to express his intense affection. He embraces you, gives loving kisses, tends to your injuries as much as he can. He doesn’t think it’s over-the-top or unnecessary as to him, you deserve being spoiled with all the most beautiful luxury

Like how he is with his wives, Tengen is overprotective over you. In all means; during conversation, during battle. You don’t need to talk to anybody but him and his wives, they are your true friends, the only people you should ever rely on. You don’t need to battle demons anymore, Tengen can provide enough money and protection for you, just stay with him!

Tengen is extremely dramatic in his temper fits. He wants your love, your attention, your affection and he throws a massive flashy hissy fit over you giving it to anybody else. He mainly uses guilt and emotion-means to manipulate you into averting your affections to him

“How could you, Dokusha?! Aren’t we the closest?! I can’t believe you’d pick a floozy over me, I’m the best catch! Do you even like me?! You have torn out my heart and stomped on it! I will forever be in pain for this stunt! You’re giving other people the attention they don’t deserve! Look at me! I’m so much better!”

Tengen is hella delusional like goddamn! You aren’t frightened nor disturbed by his obsessive nature, you’re flattered by how much he cares for you! He doesn’t let any insults, begging for freedom or outrages you throw at him process, you’re just moody from that injury you got recently. You could straight-up punch Tengen for trying to hug you and he would happily go back for a second hug, his brain scrambling to explain to him that you don’t mean anything harmful

Tengen is possessive and obsessive over his three wives and his fourth soon-to-be-wife. You have his last name, it means you now belong to him and only him. You don’t need your friends, you don’t need your old family, you just need him and the girls, you’re safe from those vile demons and he’ll confide to all the needs he knows about to make you happy as every Yandere Hashira will do.

He loves decorating your Kimono in the flashiest gemstones as he forcefully cradles you in his big lap and gives you kisses all over as you hold in your disgust. You don’t want this manipulative monster anywhere near you

He lured you into his trap by acting like a confident, playful ally-to-dear friend and then his little choppers snapped. He kept twisting your head until you said yes to his aggressive requests. All he does is hurt you but he won’t recognise it as he is blinded by his unhealthy passion for you

Even though you’re stuck in this garbage situation, just having the caring Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma there makes you feel so much more safer as they will defend you from Tengen as much as they can. Rather you, as a Hashira, be stronger than all three of them, they are fellow manipulated victims of Tengen’s twisted love circle and will help you through it so maybe, this new life won’t be so bad

Really, Yandere Tengen is somewhat the most like usual Tengen, he just spams the manipulation like crazy so he make sure you’ll stay in his Estate then he can love you to drown away everything nasty he did to your head

“A-Ah, look, Lord Tengen. She is quite pleased with her kimono”

“See that smile, Lord Tengen! Our lovely Dokusha is thrilled for the wedding!”

“She looks so pretty! Don’t you like what we did, Lord Tengen? We made sure it’s perfect!”

“You’re so beautiful, my love! Words aren’t enough to show you how happy I am for you to be mine. My gorgeous ladies, you have done such a wonderful job! Our Dokusha is as flashy as us and I’m so proud of your hard work! Do enjoy this day, it’s gonna be the best of your life and everything beyond will be so flamboyant, it’ll outdo every firework out there”

[alwaysforevermaybenever]

WHATOBER 2, 2023: SLIPPER FLOATIN' DOWN A RIVER

× cw: just fluff dw 👌; written with fem and shorter than yanderes reader in mind but can also be gender neutral, petname (Angel)

× note: hello hello these are two new yanderes i am introducing without an introduction. they are a package deal a 2-in-1 bargain a buy one get one free sale. based on my actual childhood friends minus to romance

You watch your childhood best friends, Alister and Ethan, as they play in the small yet fast moving river in the middle of the forest. It’s a special for the three of you - your secret meeting spot that even the adults are unaware of. You watch by the river bank, sitting on a tree stump which Ethan laid his handkerchief on for you to sit on as a sort of cushion. The two teenage boys laugh as they splash around barefoot in the middle of the river, pants rolled up and faces and hands already wet. You quietly watch them, listening to their mindless chatter about what had happened in the past week or something.

Eventually, Ethan looks up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Angel,” he calls, using their nickname for you. “Come and join us! It’s fuuuuun,” he draws out the vowel, hoping to somehow entice you into the water with his wiggling eyebrows and a smile that couldn’t hold any innocent intentions. This catches Alister’s attention, who looks up from a pebble he was inspecting, a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

“Nope,” you shake your head adamantly, staying rooted to your seat on the tree stump. “I don’t want to get my clothes wet. Besides, I don’t want to bathe again after this.” That’s one of the reasons, but the other is that you really, really don’t want to be a part of whatever plot they're concocting. Last time you got involved, the principal's hair was dyed hot pink for a month.

Alister doesn’t say anything, but he drops the pebble in favour of cupping his hands in the water, and you have a mild suspicion of what’s going to happen next. He merely smiles, not moving his body an inch. You watch him carefully, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. Unfortunately, you didn’t keep an eye on the co-conspirators: Ethan.

Your penalty is a cold shower of water droplets, splattering against your side and face. Letting out a small scream in shock, you whip your head to glare at Ethan, who’s doubled over from laughing. This only serves as an opportunity for Alister to spatter you with water, causing your clothes to become damp on both sides. 

“Hey!” you complain, shading your eyes from the impromptu shower by your so-called friends. Honestly , the only thing boys like them are good for is opening bottle caps you can’t and reaching for stuff on high shelves out of your reach. “Stop that.” Both Ethan and Alister pay no heed to your words, continuing to flick water at you with their hands (they aren’t that mean as to completely drench you in water - only so much so that your clothes will dry within minutes).

Spotting two pairs of slippers, an idea pops into your mind - you know how to make them stop! Without a word, you pick one slipper. The boys must have an idea of what you plan to do, because they immediately cease all teasing. 

“Hey…” Ethan smiles nervously, hands outstretched as a safety precaution. “It was all just fun and games, you know?”

Alister looks even more uneasy, mostly because it’s his slipper you're holding. “C’mon, Angel. We won’t play anymore, okay?” He’s slowly inching towards dry ground, hoping to catch his slipper should you attempt to throw it without a second though.

You huff, and drop the slipper onto the ground and turn your heel, marching away from the forest river. You hear some splashing, and before you know it, their long legs easily catch up with your shorter ones. 

“We’re sorry, Angel,” Ethan pouts from your left, swinging his muscled arm around you, subtly rubbing your shoulder with his thumb.

“Won’t you forgive us?” continues Alister softly, gently taking your hand into his, cradling it like some sacred treasure.

You click your tongue. Life with them is like this on an hourly basis.

[qierxing]

Head empty just yandere Heartslabyul as your imperial harem members

yan!poly!Heartslabyul x Reader

tw/cw: dub//con, gender-neutral reader but referred with masculine terms, drugging, manipulation, implied somnophilia, political machinations

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you were raised with the expectation that you would shoulder the crown and rule over your people, justly and fairly. because of that, by the time you were crowned, your mindset compared to others your age was mature beyond what was considered normal.

you would be lying if you weren't bitter. Although you've long accepted that no one else could be trusted to rule this land and its people, you often wondered what your life would be like if there were no etiquette lessons and sword practices consuming your childhood.

In the end, it's all foolish dreams. You sit on your glittering golden throne and watch apathetically as the imperial court cheers and raises a toast to the new royal blood.

You were prepared for the responsibilities of a monarch, but what you weren't prepared for was your vassals' obnoxious nagging.

Your kingdom's tradition and laws have long allowed for polygamy, and your previous ancestors were known for their large harems. That day, you finally learned why: to ensure that royal blood would still be carried on, no matter what.

it's distasteful to you. you try to ignore your vassals all talking your ears off about potential consorts and lovers. but it's only so long before you crack.

Riddle Rosehearts was the first one to be by your side.

Not by choice. Duchess Rosehearts was the one who brought up her darling son to your vassals first, who then presented him to you. You would've turned them away, if not for the boy's eyes. Something in those stormy gray eyes makes your heart ache. His mother clutches her son's shoulder in a vice like grip that goes far beyond parental worry. Perhaps he too knows what it feels like to have no control over his life. 

And so reluctantly, you let him join you as a consort. 

It's not bad. Rather, he's so intelligent and diligent that you often ask him for help and advice on the kingdom's affairs, knowing that his strictness with himself and others provides a valuable impartial view that you can hardly find anywhere else. Besides, even if he is too stiff and formal at times, you appreciate his aid in paperwork that threatens to drown you.

in fact, he's so dedicated to carrying out his duty, that you find him nearly unrobed on your bed. Seven above, that nearly gave you heart palpitations. As attractive as he is, you have no intention of forcing the boy to give up his virginity against his will, even if he is married to you. 

you explain this to him as patiently as you can, even when his face scrunches up in hurt and confusion, asking if he wasn't enough–but you shut that down immediately. He is more than enough, and he isn't obligated to do anything he doesn't want to, even if his mother taught him otherwise. the revelation shakes his mind, causing his walls and views to crumble before him in the following days. you would like to think he became less stiff as he realized his true worth.

That is when an unexpected addition to your harem happened.

Actually, it was completely by accident. Your servants had often brought you various snacks and sweets during your work, as you were infamous for being extremely cranky without the motivation of good food. When Riddle, of all people, brings you a strawberry tart while you’re in the middle of some particularly grueling financial budget papers, it gives you pause.

It's not that you didn't trust him. It’s just…this is the boy who refused to eat more than the healthy amount of sugar. Even if you offered him various pastries and cookies, he always shunned them, saying it wouldn’t be right for him to consume them. 

So you spear a fork into the tart and bring it up to your mouth. When the bite meets your tongue, you swear your soul ascends to heaven. The taste is absolutely indescribable: the crust was flaky and light and the filling was sweet and creamy. This has got to be the best dessert you’ve ever tasted in your short life.

When you inquire Riddle about where he had gotten his hands on the tart, he shyly looks away from you and mumbles something under his breath. Not wanting to pressure him, you decide to let it go with a request to send your highest compliments to the patisserie. 

Since then, he is the one bringing you various treats, all unbelievably delicious tasting, each time you’re stuck among paperwork and meetings. You’re grateful, even if it does make you wonder who this mysterious patisserie is. You’re not particularly familiar with every kitchen staff member, but you would think that you would be aware of such talent residing in your walls. 

The truth finally comes to light when Riddle bursts into your office one day, in tears and hyperventilating, as he collapses in your arms. Alarmed, you quickly try to make sense of his babbling words. 

It turns out that the very patisserie wasn’t in your kitchens, as you thought. No, they were humble commoner folk who ran a modest bakery in the shopping district. Riddle had been secretly visiting the bakery whenever he had the time to buy their desserts and to visit his friend, the owner’s son. Problem is, his mother had found out and was furious that her son would debase himself and his reputation like that.

Trey Clover stands behind his parents with wide, frightened eyes as Duchess Rosehearts shrieks on about how she’ll shut down the establishment herself for daring to corrupt her son and so forth. It’s rather annoying that she would go this far in the name of parental love–thankfully she stops screaming once she catches sight of you. 

For once, you’re thankful for the absolute authority of imperial power. Duchess Rosehearts begrudgingly draws back when you block her attempt to defame the bakery. With a disappointed glare searing over the rest of you, she storms out of the bakery, door slamming shut behind her with a deafening crack.

You watch with mild interest as Riddle rushes forward and envelopes Trey in a tight hug that nearly knocks the tall man over. Despite the fact that Trey should be the one more distraught, he comforts Riddle with an ease that is almost suspiciously, dare you say, reminiscent of fondness. You look away before your thoughts dwell on it for too long.

Of course, it’s not all over. Trey’s parents kowtow at your feet with desperate gratitude, even if you beg them to stand up and raise their heads. As you glance over at Riddle in Trey’s arms, thoughts begin to arrange themselves into a proposal.

You and Riddle both know that Duchess Rosehearts would not stop here. Your presence was only a mere temporary hurdle in her plans to bring down Clover Patisserie, and there was no telling what she would do next. So, you propose something nearly unheard of to them.

Your vassals will throw an absolute fit if you openly sponsor their bakery and provide protection without something in exchange. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but this is the only way that Trey and his family would be safe. 

Surprisingly, he accepts the proposal with grace, becoming the second consort of your harem that very day. 

He inquires if there’s anything he should be aware of for his duties, making you laugh raucously and Riddle blush to the roots of his strawberry hair. You wave him off, telling him he only needs to do the things he loves and to bring you more of those tarts that cured your stress during your work times. The smile he gives is radiant and you wonder how it is that Riddle managed to find someone who makes the sun pale in comparison.

The next day, Riddle tells you between paperwork that he gifted Trey his own kitchen to bake and cook, and you nod in approval. It’s too easy to tease him over his obvious favoritism toward the baker, and it only makes you want to bully him more when his face becomes tomato red.

The annual royal banquet comes up and it dawns on both you and Riddle that Trey will have to present himself to the feral noble masses who are itching to know who this new addition is. The three of you are thrown into a hurricane of preparations, not just for the banquet, but to prepare poor Trey, who has never attended such an elite event, for the troubles ahead.

It’s certainly not for naught, you think, as you rake your eyes over your consorts. Their beauty outshines everything, in your personal opinion. When you make the introductory speech, you’re well aware that the audience in front of you is not just dazzled by you, but rather the two handsome men dutifully hovering behind you.

You hope that Riddle is enough of a buffer when the nobles inevitably swarm them with excited and curious eyes. As much as you would like to help, you were stuck with your own battles of greeting various guests and entertaining those who were trying to butter you up.

The Diamond family catches your eye first. 

It wasn't something positive, per say. But it is quite hilarious as the Marquis introduces you to his family: his wife, his two elder daughters and his only heir and son–only to find the aforementioned son missing. He’s left stuttering in shame even if you don’t particularly mind. It would’ve just been another boring greeting, but at that moment, his eyes dilates in fear, and when you follow his gaze, you see why. 

Cater Diamond is currently flirting with Trey. And very openly, at that.

The sight should make you furious, and yet you nearly burst out laughing. How could there be anyone this daring? Surely the young man would know better than to try hitting on an imperial escort–if he was aware that is, of the man being one. 

You decide to be the merciful mediator, because Riddle is nearly about to blow a gasket by Trey’s side and Trey looks like he’s too flustered to appropriately reject the advances of the eldest Diamond son. 

“Lord Diamond, I do believe your father is looking for you.” His face is full of surprise at the image of you grinning at him in amusement when you gently break the awkward atmosphere. 

After he leaves in a hurry, your two consorts apologize profusely for letting the flirtations happen. You reassure them that it was fine, that whatever they liked to do was not meant to be dictated under your actions. However, their faces still remain guilty and dismayed, as though you had reprimanded them instead.

The encounter remains in your mind as an entertaining memory. So much so, that when your vassals pester you again on adding another member to your harem, your mind immediately goes to sparkling jade green eyes and vivid orange hair.

If anything it was on a whim. Of course, you consulted both Trey and Riddle before sending the invitation, and they both agreed, even if Riddle looked much grumpier than usual. You hardly believed that the proposal would be answered favorably; after all, you’ve learned from recent gossip that Cater Diamond was a rather well known playboy. You doubt that kind of man would enjoy being tied to an imperial harem, even if it was under your lax control.

Perhaps that is why it’s so surprising that when he finally is in front of you, he acquiesces to your proposal with no hesitation at all. You ask in disbelief if he was sure of his decision, and he affirms it with no distaste in his voice. He notes your incredulous face, giving a cheeky grin in response.

Apparently he's been wanting to separate himself from his family for a while. The reason for his scandalous affairs were only attempts at getting his family to send him away, but he never succeeded. He says that your proposition finally gave him the freedom to be away from his family. While you don't want to pry further, it confuses you on how the Diamond family managed to raise such an eccentric young man.

Regardless, he becomes the third member of your harem. There were some small tensions between him and Riddle, but thankfully they resolved rather quicker than you expected–it seems that although Cater acted rather laid back, he has skills in organization and networking that even Riddle had to begrudgingly acknowledge. Ask him on the most recent gossip on the nobles and he's sure to provide you a list alphabetized on the latest trends around the capitol. Besides, it seems him and Trey get along quite well—too well, in a way. You don’t think you’ve seen a pair more prone to exchanging sensual, fleeting touches. Well, that’s not your problem.

You pray that nothing more eventful comes up in the meantime. Trey could only supply you with so much cake and cookies before you simply keeled over from sugar intake.

It seems the Seven were not on your side.

The Knights' jousting tournament was something that slipped your mind. When it gets brought up on the agenda in a meeting you silently curse. In the racket of you ascending to the throne and tending to your harem, you had neglected a big aspect to your royal life.

Personal guards. Normally, you should've had personally assigned soldiers that would accompany you for protection, but you've kept putting it off since you were able to protect yourself just fine with your abilities. And hiring new people, for any reason, was always going to be a long chore of vetting, paperwork, and tests.

The worst part is that Riddle and Trey joined in on the nagging. Going on about how they worried for your safety as if you weren't already trained in self defense and swordplay since your childhood days. Cater just shrugs when you look at him desperately for help and winks while running off to who knows where. Traitor.

Whatever. The sooner you pick, the sooner they'll get off your back.

Somehow this year's tournament is rather disappointing. Your three consorts give commentary throughout the matches, but it cannot stop the boredom starting to overtake you. Trey discreetly offers you a cup of wine and you take it gratefully.

The announcer signals the start of a match, with Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade taking a stand against each other. You hear Riddle faintly murmuring to your side about how they look rather young to be in a tournament like this. But you're rather absorbed in their intense fight, to the point where Cater teases you, asking if your taste included younger men. you roll your eyes and tell him to be quiet.

The fight ends in a spine tingling draw. Both men have their swords knocked out of their hands, but they’re still glaring at each other with such raw passion, that it’s fascinating. You know you will hardly meet any others that could catch your attention.

The end of the tournament ends with the roar of the crowd shaking the colosseum and the boisterous victory announcement. The two of them weren’t finalists, but that matters little to you. The victor was impressive. But they weren’t what you wanted.

“Ace Trappola, at your service, your majesty.”

“Deuce Spade, at your command, your majesty!”

The two greet you with enthusiastic fervor that has you chuckling in amusement. They are just the breath of fresh air you need. 

“Starting from today, you two will be my personal guards.”

They’re left with gaping mouths at your bold statement. Your consorts, too, are sputtering at your side. Riddle is already trying to convince you to reconsider. Trey is gently trying to ask if you’re really sure about this. Even Cater, for all his light-hearted banter, chokes an incredulous scoff, covering his mouth with a fist.

Yes, there’s always the threat of treason, and they might be slackers, but if you were going to have to employ someone, you’d rather it be someone entertaining. 

Regardless, the two are knighted and become your guards in record time. 

For several days, a persistent headache haunts you with how much Ace loved riling up Riddle for no reason, or Deuce somehow managing to blunder his way into destroying several pieces of priceless antique furniture. It takes only two days for Riddle to kneel at your side, begging you to please just switch guards, these two were ridiculously incompetent and not worthy to serve under you, but you only pat his head and send him off back to his chambers to rest. 

Trey and Cater were arguably more agreeable, but you don’t miss their tired looks whenever they had to clean up after Ace pissing off a passing noble or Deuce somehow causing a fire when tripping over an iron poker. It makes you feel guilty, of course, but you still cling on. Call it stubbornness but you didn’t want to let go of the two. It was selfish, you know, and monarchs could never afford to be selfish, but was it so wrong for you to indulge in the only pair who seemed to disregard your status?

The answer came one hot summer evening, when you’re on your balcony trying to unwind. Tonight was the usual designated night to share a bed with your consorts, but you deigned to postpone it since you weren’t in the mood nor did you want to force the other three to deal with your sour attitude. It’s halfway through your third glass of wine that you were a rustle, then after starting your fourth, you hear footsteps, to which you turn and just narrowly miss a dagger aiming for your heart. The blade instead rips a gash through your left shoulder, causing you to grunt in pain, alcohol thankfully dulling most of the throbbing sensations. Unfortunately, your mind is hardly clear enough to have a steady stance to fight back properly, let alone see the assassin’s face. 

You can’t believe you were going to die pathetically like this. If this was going to happen anyway, you should’ve at least finished your glass of wine—

Shouts, then sounds of clanging steel, and a blur rushed into your sight, tackling the hooded assassin and knocking him down. Deuce’s familiar blue hair registers in your blurry vision, holding down the assassin, while Ace’s flaming hair and eyes come closer in view, shouting something that keeps fizzling out to nothing. Your world tilts to its side suddenly, a loud buzzing in your ears, and everything goes black.

When you come to, you find Riddle with swollen, tear-crusted eyes hugging your bedsheets, while Trey exhaustedly sits behind him next to a wash basin and several empty vials. Cater was out cold on the chaise beside him, several papers littering his body. It seems that the assassin was quite thorough, as they made sure that if their sharp blade didn’t manage to end your life, then the quick acting poison laced upon the steel would. Ironically, according to the herbalist and doctor, because you drank a whole wine bottle, the alcohol managed to slow it down somehow just long enough for you to get treatment. A miracle, indeed.

For once, the room is no longer filled with tension with all five of the men together, but a genuine sense of relief. You give the two of your knights soft smiles and a sincere thank you which makes their faces flush like a ripe strawberry. Your escorts don’t protest, mirroring the same gratefulness in their faces. 

Something changes after that night. 

Of course, you’re extremely glad that Riddle is no longer blowing his top off after Ace goads him about being a stick in the mud, but since when did Ace get into pet names with Riddle? Rosebud? The nickname makes you gag internally at how corny it is. Not to mention that Riddle…doesn’t mind being called that?! You watch in disbelief as he preens at the compliment from your knight, trying not to give away your incredulousness. 

Okay…whatever, at least they’re getting along? 

Deuce shows up with your slice of cake with a beaming glow that has you taken aback as you accept the offering. Ace mutters about how Trey must’ve spoiled him again behind you and it takes everything inside you to not spit out your cake mid-bite. Again? Trey was kind, you’ll give him that, and he did tend to baby Riddle and you but—

On second thought, perhaps this wasn’t out of left field.

Cater titters knowingly when you slump in bonelessly into the lounge next to him trying on new earrings and bangles. 

“And what ails my dearly beloved king?” You choke on your spit before glaring at him. He giggles, dangly silver drops chiming in tune with the laughter. 

“Not you too…” It felt like the whole day you felt like you were background to some of the most insufferable flirting, and with your escorts and knights, no less. You raise an eyebrow at the shiny, glittering jewelry scattered on the vanity in front of the man. All imperial escorts did have an allowance, but you don’t remember Cater buying anything like this nor gifting him such things. When you inquire about it, Cater gives you a smirk and a wink.

”Rido and the younger ones have been quite sweet lately.” The sentence makes you nearly fall off the lounge. He chortles and blows you a mock kiss with no shame as you sear him with another heated glare. 

The way they started interacting starts making you feel self-conscious and…embarrassingly enough, left out. Which is such a foolish thought. Of course, who would in their right mind love the person who tied their lives to them, romantically and sexually? And even though they were in such a situation, the fact they all loved each other was a blessing, wasn’t it? How many history lessons did you have where the monarch’s harem wasn’t full of in-fighting? That meant more prosperity and stability political wise, and there wouldn’t be any trouble between you…

Yet, your heart clenches at the thought of Trey’s smile directed at Cater, of Riddle gently caressing Deuce’s head, and Ace slinging an arm around Deuce…none of that affection could ever be for you. 

And it’s best that way. Your father’s voice echoes distantly in your mind. You watched him solemnly on his deathbed as he implored you to not make the same mistakes he did, before his breathing stilled, and his hand lay limp in yours.

Yes, perhaps it was better this way. 

Still, your thoughts are still wandering that you barely jolt back to present to a cabinet meeting looking expectantly at you. 

“Pardon, could you repeat that?”

Riddle watches in worry as a dark shadow crosses your face as the demand for your harem to grow is conveyed. He coughs, causing the members to turn to him instead.

”If that’s the case,” he states with no hesitation, “then I might have some candidates in mind.”

You turn to him with the same expression as the other cabinet members. It drops to shock at Riddle’s suggestion.

As much as you wanted to oppose it, there wasn’t really a good reason to. You sat with your arms crossed as Riddle explained the proposal to your very two personal knights. Ace and Deuce exchange looks, and something between them is communicated before they turn to you and accept, despite your hope they wouldn’t.

And so, your harem became five.

You put your foot down after that. It was already enough to have your heart cracked into pieces with the knowledge you could never have their love. You don’t think it could handle another.

So you tuck your heart away as you smile with them over dinner, bantering over whether flamingos can play croquet or dancing with them at various balls, heart racing as the chandelier lit their face with a warmth you’ve never seen before. If it means you won’t get hurt or distracted, then that’s all you could ask for.

One fateful day, a letter out of numerous piles is hand delivered by Cater and changes your entire world.

It’s sealed with the crest of the fairest queen in the seven realms, meaning only one person could have sent this—Vil Schoenheit. Inside the elegant letter details a marriage proposal that listed all the benefits of taking him as a spouse. With all the pros listed out so cleanly, it was clear that the queen already knew that you couldn’t reject it so quickly.

But you must dissolve your harem. I do not take kindly to those who are not loyal to me and me only.

Something in your heart cracks at reading the condition. You should feel elated, somewhat, that you no longer had to drag around escorts for formality. And for the others, it meant being freed from a duty they were all forced into. But tears threaten to bubble over your eyelashes, and when Riddle asks you if you’re alright, one manages to overflow and trail down your cheek like a traitorous banner. 

You don’t want to let them go.

Trey asks for the nth time if you’re sure you don’t want him to be with you or if you want some tea before you shoo him away. Ace and Deuce were meant to guard your chambers, but you wave them off too, saying you’ll find stand-ins for their places. Riddle and Cater were harder to shake off, but even they, too, were finally shut out when you closed your bedroom doors in their worried faces.

In the end, like a coward, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell them what that letter was, despite them asking nonstop about it. You’re not sure what to tell them either—that they were being discarded of their positions, no longer needed, but it wasn’t out of maliciousness—oh, who would even believe you?

When Vil graces your halls, the looks your escorts give you is enough to fill you with burning hot shame. 

Cater doesn’t have his usual mischievous smile when he greets the queen, his emerald eyes sharpening to pin pricks whenever Vil speaks. You should’ve scolded him, reigned him back, but the guilt eating away at you made you hesitate. It didn’t help that Riddle, for all his perfect etiquette, suddenly seemed to forget what formalities and niceties were around the queen. The regal queen gives you a strange look as Trey sets down a plate of pastries a little too hard in front of him. Your gaze darts away as you sip the tea in front of you nervously, flanked by Ace and Deuce, their scowling faces too apparent.

They’re not dumb. Royals don’t visit other realms willy-nilly often. And it’s clear what Vil is here for.

The next day leaves you lethargic and sluggish, but you try to pull through, if only for appearances. While you stroll through the gardens with Vil, you try to avoid the burning stares of your guards behind you, no doubt dissecting each and every bit of your conversation with the queen. They pull you away as soon as the clock hits the afternoon hour, stating you had duties to attend to and so on and so forth. You excuse yourself and hope you don’t look like a mess to Vil, whose appearance is still immaculate despite the heavy winds and hot sun.

You try to focus on the stack of papers in front of you, despite the edges of your vision blurring and your head spinning. Taking the last sip of what remained of your tea, you squint uselessly at the words as Riddle murmurs something to your right about dinner and farewell banquets. The last thing you remember is the smell of chamomile and poppy flowers and the last document regarding international treaties. 

By the time you wake up from your ill-timed nap, it was midnight and it had been decided that you were too unwell to properly receive the fairest queen, and thus Vil would be sent back, to come back another time. Cater explains with a tight smile while Riddle nods along. Behind them, Trey pours another cup of warm milk and offers it to you with a sympathetic smile. You take it, despite the guilt threatening to swallow you alive. 

The days following are a haze of routines that you thought you once knew but couldn’t process. Nothing had changed, right? It seemed like you couldn’t recall what Trey made for you for yesterday’s tea, nor whenever Cater asked you for an opinion on his outfit. Before, you remembered the guards’ shifts to the letter, and yet, you completely forgot when Ace took over to guard you. Riddle smiles at you like usual, helping you with paperwork as usual, and yet…why couldn’t you remember what you had signed yourself?

Some nights you wake up to Trey or Cater, running their hands over you, despite the fact that they weren’t there before when you went to bed. Sometimes, it would be Ace and Deuce, bickering in hushed whispers before they shut up seeing you awake. And every time morning came and soreness set in your body, Riddle would greet your groggy face warmly, wiping away sweat and a strange stickiness that clung to your skin. 

The thought of marriage is erased from your mind, and slowly, but surely, you can’t remember why you thought of breaking apart the men who treated you so fondly. 

Perhaps you should have heeded the tales of those who ended up being puppet kings.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello. Can you write yandere Maegor Targaryen headcanon ? Please

Sure! Sorry I made it Female Obsession... The thoughts I had for him were very gendered so I apologize :( Idk what gender you wanted... but Female worked best for his nature.

Yandere! Maegor Targaryen Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Violence, Murder, Blood, Manipulation, Marriage, Pregnancy, Miscarriages, Marking, Biting, Branding, Imprisonment, Forced relationship.

Maegor is, straight up, one of the most intimidating Targaryens to have obsessing over you.

He's a man too proud for his own good with dragon blood so strong he can't properly sire a child.

He's killed his nephew to take the throne and kills any who oppose him.

Maegor has even taken many wives, making him despised by the faith for his polygamy.

Maegor is a man who takes what he wants.

If something is not given to him... He'll spill blood to get it.

I can only imagine being courted by such a man would be terrifying.

He's the son of Aegon I and Visenya.

After his father died, he took claim of Balerion.

So imagine you being a lady, your father getting a raven that the king has taken... interest in you.

The very same king who has killed those who opposed him, who has taken many wives, and now owns one of the largest dragons in Westeros.

You want your father to refuse.

You don't wish to go to such a man, to bed him and be forced to his side.

Yet you know your father can't.

Refusing such a request when Maegor demanded it would cost him his head.

Maegor is a man who wants to have heirs as king.

All kings do and must.

However, every kid his wives give him... They all become stillborn with misshapen features.

All demonic with draconic features, not meant for this world.

Maegor chose you as his next wife to try with.

Which leads to your father helping to set up a betrothal, much to your chagrin.

When you arrive at King's Landing and are escorted to the Red Keep, you immediately feel intimidated.

Seeing Maegor, on the Iron Throne or not, sends a shiver down your spine.

Despite Maegor's attitude, you are given your own chambers and there's time to interact with your betrothed.

Maegor is a very stern man, stoic and often glaring at his men and servants.

There isn't much courting with him, within the month of meeting you, you're married.

Maegor is usually distant, you never see him interact with his other wives all that often.

But, you appear to be not only his newest... but his favorite.

Towards his other wives, Maegor is... well... cruel.

It's like he's given up on his other wives, them not being able to give him the children he wants.

That... worries you, as you fear he'll be the same towards you when you can't give him an heir.

There's plenty of reasons to be scared of Maegor.

He even killed his second wife, wiping out her entire bloodline since his third wife claimed her as unfaithful....

But even that wife couldn't give him any heirs.

You know better.

You know that the wives aren't the reason Maegor can't sire.

He's the reason he can't sire.

His increased aggression is no doubt due to the dragon blood in his veins.

Compared to his brother Aenys, he was the strongest of the two.

But Maegor envied the fact Aenys was beyond successful with making heirs.

While Maegor suffered to sire a child of his own, Aenys had no trouble.

Maegor is glad his brother is long dead now, giving him the throne in the process.

The only good news about being the favorite is Maegor tending to you with more care than his other wives.

Yet you fear it's short-lived.

However, you do notice factors of his attachment to you.

For example, when his other wives try to accuse you of something... or intimidate you... Maegor threatens them.

Or he forgoes threats altogether... slaughtering them when he has the chance.

He had no use for them anymore.

Murder is something you end up seeing often with Maegor.

He is possessive due to his dragon blood, not many come near you.

After all, no one wants the wrath of Maegor.

As his favorite wife, you are often called to be with Maegor in private.

He is a man older than you, yet is oddly... caring with you.

There's times he doesn't wish to be around his other wives, calling you into his chambers so he can hold you.

The cruel king likes to feel his favorite wife in his lap as he kisses her.

In fact, Maegor likes to show you're his.

I can see Maegor biting you to show you're his.

I can also see him ordering you to be branded with the Targaryen sigil to show you belong to him.

The final way to show you're his is when he puts a babe in your womb.

The babe most likely will be deformed like the rest of his attempts... but who knows... maybe you'll be lucky and give him the healthy babe he's always wanted.

When you're pregnant, Maegor is possessive.

He always likes to touch your belly, very protective of you and his new potential heir.

Any rumors about you are quickly quashed.

It isn't new to see your husband and king stick someone's head on a pike for making comments about you.

You've seen him clean the blood off his blade after putting another rebel down like a rabid hound.

Then afterwards he approaches you, affectionately trailing patterns on your skin as he tells you to go lay down.

If you also miscarry like the others for whatever reason, Maegor may not believe it and try again.

He's in denial of his inability to have children, he's willing to try over and over with you until he has a successful one.

You are the one wife many would say he loved.

The only woman he truly loved as his wife.

Many pity you for going through what you do, Maegor constantly trying to give you a babe he cannot give.

But imagine if you produced a successful child?

Male or female, Maegor will make it work.

He'll cling to them and you, relieved he finally created a babe.

You, on the other hand, are exhausted.

Maegor no doubt senses this.

He keeps a keen eye on you and his babe, not trusting even his kingsguard to protect you like he can.

Rebelling against Maegor at any point is nearly impossible.

If you do, he'll threaten your family.

In fact... before you know it, He'll march to your hometown and hunt down any who share your maiden name.

If you ran, he'd lock you in the dungeon.

You are Maegor's favorite wife, the one he truly loves.

No one else has such a title.

That can be a blessing... or a curse.

Maegor isn't going to let you go for anything.

He picked you, regardless of if you gave him a babe or not.

The cruel king will get what he wants...

Even if it means he has to keep you with him by force.

[modifieduchiha]

i need more yandere!inumaki x fem!reader x yan!yuuta T - T imagine those 2 hot shawties in tandem

♥ Your Wish Come True ♥

♡ Characters: yandere!Toge Inumaki x Fem!Reader x yandere!Yuta Okkotsu

♡ Warnings: Yandere elements, FLUFF & ANGST, Drugging , gaslighting , Dirty talk/thoughts, NSFW but no obvious smut, mentions of pregnancy, polygamy, etc.

♡ Word Count: 2,887

♡Authors Note: Thank you to ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS . You all encourage me to write every single day , I wake up in the morning and seeing all those 'Like' and 'Reblogs' make life feel worth living . My brain really wasn't working when I wrote this , still I Hope you enjoy, anon! ♡ - your author , Tee.

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It was the day before Halloween, music filled the air of your living room, creating a casual ambiance as you perched on a step ladder, meticulously attaching little craft paper bats to the ceiling with tape. Halloween held a special place in your heart, and you relished in the chillier air and the falling leaves that adorned the trees. Your roommates/best friends Toge and Yuta had left to grab some candy to put outside the door tomorrow night. Lost in the moment, you hummed along to the music, which was playing perhaps a touch too loudly.

Suddenly, your phone erupted into intense vibrations, sending a sensation coursing through the soles of your sock-clad feet, momentarily throwing off your balance. Caught off guard, a startled yelp escaped your lips, and you found yourself swaying precariously on the ladder. 

In that split second, two sets of strong hands swiftly closed in, each firmly gripping one side of your waist. Startled, you glanced downward to be met with the concerned gazes of Yuta and Toge. Their presence, unexpected yet reassuring, filled you with a mix of surprise and gratitude as you regained your stability. Their concern was evident, etched on their faces as they gazed up at you.

Why were they always so damn quiet, or maybe you just always played your music too loud?

In that brief moment of rescue, a curious and perplexing exchange took place, leaving you with questions swirling in your mind. Why were they home so early? How did they manage to keep a watchful eye on you when you hadn’t even noticed them? Wait were they finally coming home to profess their love for you , to take you as theirs like you’d wanted for years? 

Their presence, though comforting, raised a sense of intrigue and mystery, leaving you to wonder what lay behind their expressions.

Toge swiftly retrieved your phone that had clattered to the floor, his hand deftly pressing the pause button, abruptly halting the music. His gaze, however, didn't fail to scan through the flurry of message notifications that adorned your lock screen, betraying a hint of curiosity and also of anger. A brow was cocked slightly after seeing that even one of your teachers, Satoru Gojo , had invited you over. 

How inappropriate to invite your innocent , mindblowingly beautiful student over, Toge thought to himself , making a mental note for him and Yuta to take care of that human trash later.

"You've got to stop this habit of being so reckless and stubborn about doing these things on your own,-" Yuta exhaled, his grip around your waist tightening, causing you to let out something similar to a gasp at the feeling. “-you have us here.” 

As Toge's hands relinquished their hold, Yuta effortlessly guided you down, setting your feet back on the floor with ease.

Despite being your best friends since middle school, they had always been special to you. Every other friend you made had eventually stopped talking to you, but Toge and Yuta were always there, you could count on them. 

Toge's eyes briefly shifted to the ceiling, admiring the array of little paper bats that now adorned it. - God shes adorable they- both thought to themselves , a smile graced Yutas face as he turned his attention back to you. 

"The bats look really good, though, babe..." His words elicited an innocent grin that tugged at your lips, and forced your heart to work overtime. Yuta's fingers tenderly tucked a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, his touch both comforting and protective.

A warm feeling spread throughout your body with all the affection and attention you got from them , your eyes twinkled upwards toward the display you had made on the ceiling, a gentle breeze breathed life into the paper bats, causing them to sway and dance, adding an enchanting touch to the ambiance.  

“Shit the sun is already setting?!”

You groaned , feeling like time had been going much to quick today, the cogs in your brain were starting to turn faster as well , imagining dressing up your own children ; two of them , who looked identical to their fathers , and you heavily pregnant with another. 

However, as you picked up your phone to check the time, you felt its familiar vibrations, and a hint of resignation crossed your face. It seemed that external distractions were determined to pull you away from the comfort of your thoughts, house , and the company of your roommates. With a deep exhale, you began to make your way toward your room, phone in hand, hoping to find a moment of solace.

Toge and Yuta exchanged a brief look, if you had been paying any attention you would see that the look they gave each other was a mirror,  as if they were sharing the same brain and its thoughts. 

They stood there, Yuta nodded understanding that they couldn't let you leave so easily. Their shared desire to keep you by their side intensified, urging them to follow you, their footsteps falling in sync behind you.

Unbeknownst to you, both Toge and Yuta harbored their own feelings for you, their emotions running deeper than mere friendship. The unspoken connection, tinged with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, fueled their determination to prevent you from venturing into new relationships, friends or not, they were all you needed ; they were sure of it. Meanwhile, you were oblivious to the shared affection they held for you, instead you used other people and things to distract yourself from the possibility of ever noticing, satisfied by your own thoughts.

A whoosh of air tickled your senses as you plopped on your plush bed belly first, eyes locked on your costume that hung from a velvet hanger on your closet door. The only thing that broke your trance was the vibration in your hand. 

Playfully you kicked your legs back and forth in an attempt to zone out the crass and crude thoughts that were trying to occupy every space in your mind. Fingers moved across the screen are you quickly scrolled through social media , a photo text suddenly pinged your notifications;

Satoru motherfucking Gojo had really just sent you an amazing dick pic. The bottom of your lip found its way in between your teeth, cheeks pinkening as you stared at the image. 

It was at the same moment that the boys entered your room whispering, quietly chuckling between themselves that you realized they were about to see the text from Gojo, your Psychology Professor.

The apples of your cheeks were on fire now and your gulp was audible as your fingers scurried to turn the screen off and bury your device under a pillow.

Yuta, ever perceptive, picked up on your unease and approached you with playful yet genuine concern etched on his face, like you were a child who had gotten caught sneaking candy. 

"Everything okay, princess?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine care , the curiosity itself could drive him insane. He knew that whatever had stirred up your emotions wasn't related to him or Toge, but that didn't stop his curiosity from nudging him to delve deeper.

"I'm... I'm fine, Y-yuta" you stammered and when you said his name your thighs clenched on their own , it was out of your control, and all you could was hope he didn’t pick up on it. Even your cheeks were still flushed from the unexpected encounter with Gojo's text, this did nothing to help. 

Your attempt to brush off the situation only heightened Yuta's concern; interest. He could sense there was more to your reaction than you were letting on, and yet the way in which you said his name made him tilt his head and run a hand through his loose onyx locks

Toge, who had been silently observing the exchange, took a step closer, his expression a mix of curiosity and false empathy, his brain was calculating every possible way to keep you inside tonight that didn’t pose a risk to you physically, perhaps gaslighting?

"Are you sure, Y/N? You seem a bit flustered and look like you’ve got a fever-" he chimed in, his gentle tone inviting you to open up.

“-i’ll go get you a hot cocoa,” Toge offered as he was already walking out of the room, giving you no chance to respond.

Caught between their genuine concern and your desire to keep your emotions concerning everything hidden, you hesitated for a moment. The truth was, you held a deep crush on both Yuta and Toge, but you convinced yourself that they only saw you as a friend and roommate. The thought of revealing your feelings filled you with saccharine-laced dread. Yuta's hand gently reached out, his fingers tracing a comforting pattern on the edge of your bed.

"You know, Y/N, we're here for you. Whatever it is, you can talk to us," he reassured, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. Those dark eyes of his momentarily shifted to take in the sight of how good your ass looked in the black leggings you wore, he felt the animalistic urge to just take you growing.

Toge returned to the room with a mug of warm chocolate drink in hand, he couldn't help but notice where Yuta's gaze had fallen, his eyes momentarily lingering in the direction of Yuta's gaze; he couldn’t blame him, it was a fantastic sight. 

Sensing the possessive undertones hidden in Yutas demeanor, he discreetly kicked Yuta's foot, a silent reminder to maintain their shared determination and goal. With a gentle smile, Toge approached you, his voice soft yet tinged with an unsettling intensity.

"We care about you, Y/N. You don't have to carry your burdens alone. Remember, we're your family, we would die protecting you-" he whispered, his eyes fixated on you as he handed you the mug.

“-we would do anything for you,” Yuta added on, truer words had never been spoken by the duo. His smile held a hint of urgency, an underlying desire to be the one to provide you with pleasure and comfort.

“Oh uh , I changed my mind about going to that party I was telling you guys about…I-i’m actually gonna go to a friend's house and cram in some studying tonight,” The lie left your mouth so easily but the aftertaste was sour, guilt prickling at your stomach.

In all honesty, you wanted to go see Satoru. Despite the age gap, the two of you actually conversed well, he was really funny,  and the both of you had stuff in common.

His lips also tasted really good, they also did an equally good job of keeping your mind off the two boys back at your shared house when your thoughts turned lewd , thinking of how the sex between the three of you would be, how it would be to be both on their girlfriends, to take the both of them simultaneously. 

Truthfully you watched porn a lot , not for arousal but simply to study it, you were basically a virgin, having never gone further than oral. If the moment ever arose, you wanted to be perfect, to be their dream girl. 

A cringe brushed your expression as you felt a shiver run down your spine, you so badly wanted to run away after brewing yourself a mixture of apprehension and unease. The last thing you wanted to do was be a horny spazz and creep them out. 

The warmth of the drink enveloped you, but the intensity of their gaze lingered, creating an unspoken tension that you couldn't ignore. It was as if they saw through your facade, knowing the truth that lay beneath your lies.

You continued to take sips of the drink, wondering to yourself why this one's consistency felt off. Their eyes never faltered from your body, their unwavering attention a constant reminder of their affection and precise attention, you were used to it by now but it started feeling dangerous to indulge for so long. 

The atmosphere became suffocating, the boundaries of friendship blurring into something darker and more complex. When you lied you had a very clear tell ; wiggling your toes, and thats exactly what you were doing on display for them both. 

Both of them were in an amount of shock at how the lie slipped effortlessly from your lips, and both Yuta and Toge saw through it. Their expressions tightened, their smiles masking a possessive determination that sent a chill down your spine. 

They knew you were deceiving them, and their obsession with you only grew stronger. Was the fly trying to become the spider?

As the conversation continued for the next 15 minutes, Toge and Yuta's questions became more probing, their determination to uncover the truth palpable. It felt as if they were interrogating you and the heat sure was on. You spit out lie after lie, weaving a web of deception only to end up caught in it yourself. 

It was beginning to wrap around and compress you, and as you went to prop yourself up you noticed your arms felt like jelly, your strength had diminished.  Little did you know but Toge had surreptitiously added a potent anti-anxiety sleeping medicine to the hot chocolate he had prepared specially for you. The effects of the drug started to take hold, causing gradual drowsiness to wash over you. Your eyelids grew heavy, and a dizzying sensation began to cloud your thoughts.

“Wh-wha’times it?” Such a simple question seemed difficult to get out of your mouth, it couldn’t even properly form. Was it already late enough for you to feel this tired? No , you knew this wasn’t natural.

Toge and Yuta were both side by side and knelt in front of you wearing devious smirks as they had front row seats to your amusing reaction.Yuta's gaze never wavered, his eyes locking with yours, his possessive determination shining through.

"You can't keep lying to us, Y/N., its not safe…besides we know what you truly desire,-" he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of concern and angst.

“-and it isn’t some middle-aged nobody.” Toge rubbed the pad of his thumb against the rim of your pink bottom lip as he chimed in, eyes tracking the finger as it brushed back and forth.

How did they know about that?! You wanted to scream, to yell at them for whatever they had orchestrated and done to you, yet all you could manage was turning your head in hopes of getting his finger away from your mouth. Yuta's smile took on a darker edge as he watched you struggle against the effects of the sleeping medicine.

"We won't let you get lost on the way to Gojos, Y/N. We'll make sure you stay right where you belong, here with us." The palm of his hand left the cheek of your ass stinging, it elicited a moan from you, one that sounded so sweet that Toge side-eyed him briefly with a knot between his brows.

Despite your growing fatigue and the fog that clouded your mind, a flicker of realization seeped through. You were caught in their web, trapped in a dangerous game of desire and obsession. The room spun around you, your body weakening as their presence engulfed you.

In the haze of your fading consciousness, you faced a critical decision; to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume you or to fight it. Yet, a small voice within you whispered of self-preservation, urging you to fight against the darkness that threatened to engulf your very being.

With a surge of determination, you pushed against the lethargy that gripped your limbs. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and adrenaline fueling your resolve. Summoning all the strength you could muster, you mustered a feeble protest. 

"N-no…-" you managed to whisper, your voice strained and weak, tears were beginning to stream down your cheeks.

"-Yuta..Toge..pleeasee?."

Yuta's expression twisted with a mix of frustration and determination, his grip tightening on your arm. 

"We love you the same way you love us, the way you described it in your diary, y/n. We want to do all those dirty things with you, we want you in every way. We know what's best for you." he asserted, his voice dripping with venomous lust.

Toge's eyes flickered with a mix of concern and something darker, a battle raging within him. 

"We just want to protect you, y/n. Don't you understand? Just go to sleep and when you wake up we will be right here , we will give you everything you ever wanted. Your wish come true." he pleaded, his voice trembling with a hint of desperation.

The room seemed to spin around you, their voices echoing in your ears. The full meaning of their words was slowly becoming evident due to the drugs coursing through your nervous system . 

You realized that your wish, your dream, the one you had wanted for so long was coming true right in front of your eyes, what you wished was at your fingertips;  but it was darker and twisted. And yet your resolve was yielding, letting go of every ounce of strength to stay awake once you realized that your dreams had a single term and condition…sleep.

You have to sleep to dream . Afterall this was your dream, right? Your wish come true.

© ModifiedUchiha 2023 ★♡Please don't copy , paste , or plagiarize my works . Feel free to use them for inspiration , but give credit .♡★

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Tengen Uzui Headcanons: Flashy Obsessive Love (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is with the Sound Hashira, Tengen! I will also do one where all his wives share you and another one where his wives and himself share you! Talk about being the REAL Fifth Wheel.] 

(Disclaimer: Tengen Is Not yandere in canon, he also in canon has three wives. Also, he practices Polygamy and is most likely Poly with his wives. He in canon also loves and cares for all three of his wives. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life.) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Tengen Uzui From Demon Slayer- 

.Lord Tengen was a shinobi, he was raised in a clan, and all his siblings but one died. 

.He did not want to become like his father and brother. So he left. 

.He has three wives, and he cares for them genuinely. 

.He would prefer they put their lives first, then the lives of citizens, and lastly his life. 

.He also told them he will always prioritize his three wives. 

.Then he met you and he knew he wanted you, he loves his wives he does but there was something about you that made him want you even more. 

 .He would share you with his wives, so when you become his partner you will be their spouse as well. 

.The Shinobi practice polygamy and Tengen is most likely polyamorous. 

.So he would be fine sharing you with his wives, as he trusts them with his life. 

.He is very protective of you and loves to show off his love in a flashy way. 

.He is for sure the go big or go home. 

.Showing off his strength and skill to you, and giving you gifts. 

.He is a good man that  respect his wives, and will also respect you. 

.He will also put you first and foremost in keeping you safe and sound. 

.He is so protective of you he will be hesitant of sending you into dangerous places. 

.He does not want you to be hurt and it is a fear he has that one day he would lose you. 

.So he rather you be the stay-at-home spouse, where you take care of any kids you and him and his wives have. 

.That way he knows the kids and you are safe, and he trusts you to keep the kids safe. 

.He also does not treat you like a house spouse. 

.When he is back he takes on chores and lets you have breaks a lot. 

.He also values the work you do for the home and future kids. 

.There is no way he is going to make you feel unappreciated and he will always show how grateful he is. 

.He also loves to toss you over his shoulder and smack your butt a lot. 

.Though do not get it wrong he can be firm, he can be very much a daddy type of man. 

.He will keep you in line if you were to try and run or if you were going to just leave him. 

.When rivals are in the picture he is deadly. 

.Of course, he does not kill them, he is not ruthless, but he will make the point that you belong to him and him alone and that no one else can have you. 

.He will break bones, and make lots of threats, he is a Hashira so he can intimidate almost anyone. 

.If A Demon ever hurt you, they would be not just killed but tortured for days on end. 

.If his rival was a demon?  They are slaughtered quickly. 

.Speaking of, If a demon were to hurt you? He would probably snap and get really ruthless and flashy really fast. 

.He never wants you to risk your life for his, he believes you should always value your life even over his. 

.To him you are the most precious thing in his life and he rather you be safe and sound. 

.His other yandere traits are that he is a self-sacrificing yandere. 

.In which he will put his life on the line to keep you safe and sound. 

.He wants you safe and happy, and he wants you to belong to him and his wives. 

.He is one of the least toxic yanderes. 

.Though he does get VERY jealous and feels like he may not be good enough for you. 

.He does not like sharing you with anyone other than his wives. 

.He will not allow that. not at all! 

.He will also use his muscle mice to keep you safe and sound. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[aphroditelovesu]

RhaegarWins! Au: Rhaegar killed Robert in the trident, Robert's Rebellion fails; Aerys dies, Rhaegar becomes king and in the end of the war he gets his third head of the dragon. Lyanna gives birth to a daughter not a son (the reader)Visenya.

But not all its sunshine and rainbows for Rhaegar Targaryen, this is an you won but at what cost scenario. First of Lyanna still dies in this scenario and since she's dead and can't tell if she went willing or not people always speculate whether she was abducted or she went willing. The faith has a long standing tradition of opposing polygamy so Rhaegar marriage to Lyanna is not recognized as legitimate, baby Visenya is a bastard, and the northerns and the stormlanders are pissed with the outcome of the rebellion. (Especially the stormlanders).

Rhaegar inherits a broken kingdom and so he goes problem solving. First he is lenient on the rebels. He takes hostages, he takes a little land from the minor Lords but let most of them keep their castles. The starks, Tully and arryns keep all of their titles and since he is walking on thin ice, and doesn't want a conflict with the faith right now,He recognizes that his marriage to Lyanna is illegitimate (the northerns are even more pissed by this), but he has Visenya legitimized and tries to appease the starks he is more lenient to them and Ned gets a royal ward, Princess Visenya.

So house Targaryen it's at its weakest point in history. worst than the dance of dragon's. But Rhaegar being Rhaegar raises Aegon to belive that he is the prince that was promised and tells him that he and his sisters are the conquerors come again and that one day he is going to marry both of them. Now neither Aegon or Rhaenys belive in their father's bullshit because Elia its a big influence in their lives. But one day Rhaegar decides that it's time to Visenya to come home and they both start developing yandare tendencies for her 😈 they may not belive in their father's prophecies but they would definitely use them to trap poor Visenya. Now I ask you what kind of yandare would Rhaenys and Aegon be? What are their differences? What are their similarities? What are your thoughts on this concept?

tw: Targaryen incest (very usual)

I didn't expect to receive this until I read it and I say I need more!! An au where Rhaegar would win Robert's Rebellion was not something I needed until you sent me this!!

Considering that all of history had changed, relations would be strained and resentment would run high, particularly between the remaining Targaryens and the Starks. I like to think that Viserys and Daenerys grew up in King's Landing with their brother, but their bastard daughter, Visenya/Y/n, went to live with the Starks. In that case, I imagine everyone would know that she is not Ned's daughter but Rhaegar's daughter, it would be fun to imagine her dynamic with the Starks.

Ned grew to love his niece, even though she represents everything that happened to his beloved sister, he still loves his niece. He resents Rhaegar, but he doesn't hate Visenya. She is just a child, i'ts not her fault her father's mistakes. I can't help but think how cool and inconvenient it would be if the entire Stark family became yandere for her. Catelyn came to love the girl as her daughter, because she was not ''Ned's bastard'', as Jon would be, she was the most present mother figure in Visenya's life and she would become delusional to the point of imagining she was really her daughter.

When Rhaegar ordered Visenya/Y/n to return home, the hell would break. The Starks don't want her to go, they don't trust the Targaryens to look after her like they do and she has grown used to the North. But they couldn't ignore Rhaegar's orders, they weren't ready for another war, the last one cost them too much, so Visenya reluctantly returned to King's Landing, meeting with her father, uncle and aunt and siblings.

Relationships would be fun to describe, I think. Rhaegar is definitely very attached to Visenya, due to the fact that she is Lyanna's daughter and he regrets not having seen her grow up, although he knew it was the best thing to do at the time. Elia had reservations about Rhaegar's bastard daughter, it wasn't resentment or hatred, but… Curiosity and she soon finds herself liking her stepdaughter.

Viserys doesn't think much of his niece, he doesn't care, at least at first. She was just Lyanna and Rhaegar's bastard child, why should he care? But Viserys finds himself interested in the way everyone else acts around Visenya and ends up finding himself closer to his niece. Obsessed, maybe.

I would imagine that Visenya and Daenerys would have been born around the same time, so the two would be the same or close in age at the very least. They would definitely be close and Dany finds herself very attached to her niece. Although they didn't grow up together, the two eventually became best friends.

Now about Aegon and Rhaenys… Definitely the trio would be the differentiated version of Aegon I, Rhaenys and Visenya. They might not believe in the prophecy, but they couldn't deny that as soon as they met their sister, things changed. Before her, Aegon and Rhaenys clung to each other, along with their mother, but it felt like something was missing. A hole in the inseparable duo and when they met... It was you who was missing.

Aegon is, in my opinion, the obsessive and slightly overprotective yandere type. He felt an instant connection with Visenya and could not deny her desires for her and as is tradition, he would take her and Rhaenys as his wives. Just like Aegon I did. It didn't matter if polygamy wasn't allowed, he would do it and he would have Rhaegar's support and maybe even Elia's. Aegon is very paranoid about his sister and will not let her leave him and Rhaenys. They were already created apart, he won't allow that again.

Rhaenys would be calmer and gentler than her brother, but she's a clingy, possessive yandere, I think. She would be particularly possessive of her sister and brother, wanting them both with her at all times. Rhaenys would definitely send jealous, murderous glares at people she deems a threat to her and her siblings. Rhaenys would grow sharp and strong.

Who knows the prophecy will not be fulfilled? With this trio. Perhaps dragons come back to life through Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys. Perhaps the prince who was promised is not only a prince, but... A prince, a princess and a bastard? All Targaryens, different but so... close.

The world of Ice and Fire would be quite different from what we know, but interesting, don't you think?

~ Lady L

[lets-break-free-from-our-chains]

Always and Forever My Truest: Chapter 2

(A/N): Hey everyone! Surprised myself with writing chapter 2 so quickly, but after writing the first chapter I think I really got my mood back for the series. By the looks of it I think it’ll really start kicking off in chapter 3 or so. I hope you guys like chapter 2! Let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist, and thank you for all the support on my writing!

Word Count: 1,300-ish

Summary: Anniversary planning is never easy, especially when it’s your 453rd anniversary. Now the reader must be the one to deal with annoying Alexanders and the new information about a long lost Alexander female was just be brought to light.

Warnings: dub-con, forced marriage, polygamy, possible Stockholm syndrome?, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish Walter de Ville, dom/sub relationship, abuse of power, threats—warnings to be added. Let me know if I missed anything.

18+ MINORS DNI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I DON’T NEED TO GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU’RE A MINOR READING STUFF YOU KNOW VERY WELL YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING!!! THANX

Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.

Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader

~Present day in 2022~

~(Y/N) P.O.V~

Roses. Traditional and elegant, but so unoriginal. Possibly the bleeding heart flower? The master would certain find that choice amusing. Then again, there is Cherry Blossoms. Representing renewal, which is befitting given the celebration.

‘Oh, but we had those for our 342nd Anniversary!’ I thought in frustration, huffing out a sigh. ‘Where is the creativity. The awe factor!’

The event coordinator must have sensed my rapidly rising irritation, as I shuffled through the damn flower books, and she scrambled to suggest more flower ideas. “There is always Locus flowers, Lady De Ville! They would certainly make a statement and the setting—”

“No.” I stated, indifference overcoming my composure. “No, I just don’t understand I suppose. You’ve had days and days to prepare and nothing you have shown me has yet to impress me in the slightest. Perhaps, I was wrong in believing you fit for the task…”

I stare her down as she struggles to find words in her defense. It was amusing in a way. Despite how I am in the presence of my husband, I cast off an entirely different persona in the presence of the public. A persona to rival that of the master. It’s certainly an entertaining sight for my Lord Love to watch as I interact with people. My mother always said, “who we are and who we have to be, are sometimes to completely different things.”

‘Words that I live by to this day.’  I mused to myself.

The coordinator still has yet to find solid footing and I grow tired of her incompetence. I close my eyes in disappointment and turn to leave the gardens before an innocent voice cuts through the air.

“Wait (Y/N/N)! Look at these flowers, Jade Vines.” Lucy called out, turning to me with a picture of turquoise blue flowers. ‘They certainly were stunning and most of all unconventional’ I pondered. I beckon her closer and she came bounding over, blonde curls bouncing softly with her every movement.

I hear the coordinator finally find her irksome voice, “Yes, Jade Vines would be an excellent choice! They are exotic flowers from the Philippines and considered one of the world’s most rare flowers, if not the rarest.”

I drown out her voice as a study the picture before I cast my gaze up to Lucy’s anticipated facial expression. I finally smile as I speak, “Yes, the Jade Vines would be perfect!” Lucy lets out an excited squeak. “Well done, Lucy.”

I bestow a soft endearing look to her as her face lights up at the praise and she bounces in her place. Viktoria can be so impatient with Lucy, bossing her about, and sometimes being just downright cruel. When Viktoria isn’t bullying her she simply ignores Lucy as if she isn’t even there. It saddens me to think that Lucy believes that no one cares for what she has to say. I do though, and I gladly listen her rambling. It’s nostalgic in a way as it reminds me of a younger me. A human me.

“Perhaps, I should place Lucy in charge of my anniversary event.” I glare at the other woman, who once again finds herself lost for words. “Don’t disappoint me again.” Which she vehemently nods in fear.

With that I swiftly turn and depart from the gardens. I’m almost inside when Renfield stops me on the spacious patio. He bows before rising to speak, “My deepest apologies for disturbing your planning, Lady De Ville. However, Oliver Alexander made an unannounced visit with what he claims is urgent news.”

I give Renfield an inquisitive and uncertain look before I fall back into my normal façade, “and tell me, why is this not being brought forth to the master?” I inquire, with a condescending head tilt.

“He has several important meetings lined up today, Mistress. Forgive me, I tried to send him away to return on a better day, but he insisted if he could not see the Master then he wished to speak to the Mistress.”

I heavily sighed before making my way towards my personal library. “Very well. Send him to my study in 10 minutes.”

“Certainly, Lady De Ville.” Renfield bowed, despite my turned back, and departed to collect Oliver Alexander.”

~(Y/N)’s Library~

I read over a few business project proposals and bank statements for some of the Castellan companies, before a steady knock sounds from the library doors. My golden hued eyes slowly trail over to the doors in disinterest. “Come in.”

Renfield swiftly opens the doors and makes way for Oliver. I internally roll my eyes, as Oliver gives me a dopey smile and bows in respect. He has always been a weasel and he truly had no favor with me at all. That’s why Walter tended to deal with him, so as not to upset me in any way. Speaking of which I didn���t need this boy here a moment longer than necessary.

“I hope your news is as urgent as you claim it to be, Oliver. You know I have little patience for those who waste my time.” My golden irises sharpen in a dangerous manner, to which the boy begins to squirm under.

“Yes of course, Lady De Ville. I wouldn’t dare dream of it. Though it truly is a marvelous occurrence and—”

“Out with it, Alexander!” I hissed, feeling my teeth elongate.

“We have discovered a female of the Alexander bloodline. Evie Alexander.” He fearfully blurted out.

This was quite a discovery. A very important one. All the bloodlines were bound in ancient magic to my Lord Love and the bloodlines worked together like a well oiled machine to insure prosperity and protection. Perhaps before the master and I were married, the prospect of offering a bride to the master held meaning, but that was no longer the case. At least not since he and I were wed and had became one. Now it was about keeping the bloodlines in line and doing our bidding under the illusion that their daughters held value. In truth, now all the families really did was help keep our identities and true nature from the light of truth. The brides from the other three bloodlines were really just incentive for the other bloodlines to behave and not induce the ire of my Lord Love.

With this new leverage over the Alexanders, we would be sure to have them under thumb once more. The only questionable matter is whether this girl was actually of the Alexander bloodline. I slowly stood from desk chair before leisurely gliding over to where Oliver stood.

“How exactly are you sure this so called long lost relative is truly of the Alexander bloodlines?” I asked, sweet sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“It was discovered through a DNA testing company that helps you discover people related to you.” He said, in excitement.

I nod as he finished speaking and waited on bated breath for my response, “Well, this is certainly a discovery. However, more research must be done into this girl. The Master must know as soon as possible, and I will be the one to inform him. Have you contacted this Evie?”

He shook his head and I nodded my approval. “Good. Make sure it remains so until I speak with my husband and he has decided what to do next. Only then will we commence with any plans.”

He gave me another idiotic smile and I gave a silent huff as I glared at him. “We shall be in touch very soon. You are dismissed.”

He bowed and quickly made way for the doors. I spun around to look out the enormous windows as my mind wanders off in thought.

‘Things are about to get a lot more difficult. This Evie was not raised like Viktoria, Lucy, and I. She is a different breed entirely, and certainly not one to be underestimated.’

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[yandere-writer-momo]

What are the yanderes ideal wedding plans?...if any 💀

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Wedding planning. From most to least into actually marrying you

AFAB reader

Minors DNI

Orochi Katsumi

Total groomzilla. The wedding ceremony and reception have to be perfect. And your crazy future in laws are helping him

A small venue of only your closest friends and family. Mostly his karate friends and his family though

He makes sure everything is perfect for his future spouse. There won’t be a hair out of place on either of you. And he actually would love it if you teared up during your vows. Katsumi loves you a lot

He also planned a private honeymoon for you to your dream destination

Biscuit Oliva

Him and Katsumi are tied for being giant groomzillas. Oliva goes way over the top

The biggest venue ever and your wedding dress is one of the most expensive ones he could find (that you loved of course)

Hires the best caters, hair dressers, makeup artists, and photographers around so it’s all perfect

He probably wrote your vows for you

He’s most excited about your first night together because he picked out your honeymoon on a tropical island and he makes sure you two have an amazing and relaxing time

Hanayama Kaoru

Big , grand, and heavily guarded

This man is the #1 sugar daddy. He’s going big instead of home. He has everything picked out, even your dress (he knows your size and you’d tastes)

Hanayama picks our everything. He’s always in control inside and outside of the bedroom. He loves dressing you up and taking you out about with him

He makes sure there’s pictures of your wedding every where in Japan so everyone knows that you are his wife

His henchmen maid refer to you as boss’s wife or Mrs Hanayama. And they are not allowed to look at you. Ever

Your honeymoon is in France and it’s two weeks long. You’re taken to the most expensive places and eateries and you’re getting fucked senseless every night. Probably on the balcony so everyone can see who makes you scream

Shinogi Kureha

He’s traditional so he would have a wedding. You both look very pretty next to each other

It’s a very simple yet elegant wedding

Kureha has you plan a lot of it because he wants this day to be about you

But Kureha plans the honey moon to be in Okinawa so you two can enjoy the beautiful beaches and go to some onsens to relax. Kureha is all about pleasing you

Kaioh Retsu

Another traditional man but he flies you two out to china to get married. Retsu loves his country

You’re in a traditional Chinese wedding dress and it’s a very traditional Chinese wedding

You’re honey moon is in china too and he also takes you to the temple he used to live at

If you get pregnant, you’re having your baby in China

Baki Hanma

He would plan a wedding if you wanted one. Very simple and cute

He cries like a baby when you walk down the aisle

You guys just travel around Japan for your honeymoon

Jack Hanma

He wants to elope. It’s simple and easy. And he would let you have your parents and friends there as witnesses since he doesn’t really have anybody

He’s all about the honeymoon part. Probably takes you on beautiful scenic trips where there’s no one around so he can fuck you in public. Jack doesn’t care

In a cave behind a waterfall, on a path in the forest, in a flower meadow, in a lake, etc. Jack will get it on with you anywhere and any way

Jun Guevara

Also wants to elope that way he can take you to explore the sea with him as his wife

Definitely having sex in the captain quarters all the time. All the time

Hector Doyle

No. He’s a criminal and he kidnapped you

There’s no wedding planning at all. But at least the sex is great

Gaia & Sikorsky

You’re dating both of them and polygamy isn’t accepted in Japan

But you are very loved

[thedivinevera]

❦A lot of love

One obsession❦

YANDERE DONTIS X READER, zsakuva x reader, yandere x reader, Incubus x reader, DONTIS x FEM!reader, yandere x reader, yandere Incubus x reader

Yandere, Incubus x reader, Zsakuva character, previous, no so established relationship, mentioned of polygamy, mention of lovers with an s, baby!,

Tw : yandere, obsession, unhealthy observations, *point* is this scare of abandonment, polygamy, dating, old relationship, mention of not so established relationship, jealousy? Nor really

As a Incubus, DONTIS is unable to commit into a monogamy relationship, the feeling on needing to give more love to people and staying in one relationship, feels not enough for them, so is it possible for him to become obsessed, to crave for someone's love and jealous and never want to share any of this, selfish isn't

Is to possible for an Incubus to become obsessed to a person, yes, yes he is, Dontis at first is never been like this, he's supporting he helps you fix yourself and create your life other than being a Hunter of his kind, each time by time you've grown more with the help of the people you meet long ago, you're life has finally something to care for, not always circling about Incubus and succubus, this time you finally had a chance to enjoy your time, and start family if you're lucky. Your type of living is not the same with Dontis, he's life is full of party and affairs, while you continue to find happiness in peace enjoying and fantasizing about a domestic life, Dontis is unable to have, he's happy for you its nice to know that you've finally escape to your disastrous past and finally healing but he realize how you've become so independent, so forward, so far to him, he realized that you don't need him anymore and that you are not dependent on his word, you don't need his accompany anymore and for the very first time he's not the first person you've call everytime you had a problem, despite reassuring that he's ready to listen about your problem and help you with it, you don't need him anymore...... You don't need him anymore........ You don't need him anymore...... No you can't!! You need him, ..... The realization hit him like a truck, never been in his entire life do he feel useless now that you don't need him anymore, you're happy without him and he don't like that, it's been 3.. 5.....10 goddamn days since the last time you call him, he would always look at his contact, missed call from his other lovers but it's been a week since the last notification with your name and he's afraid that this week turn into a month, afraid that you completely disposed him..... He wait more days, it's been 2 weeks, he wait more 3 weeks has passed, he call you.... Finally, no answer, he call you more, no answer..... He call you one more time “Dontis? Is there a problem”

“hey!, Are you available”

“uhm sorry Dontis, I'm not I'm with Sevier, one of my friends!” friend— friends

“he's my old pal, when I'm still a hunter, he's already retired ahha”

“oh so it's date then~” please say no, please say no, no ,no, no, no, no

“kinda” no, no, no, for the very first time he's jealous of Xanthus, Xanthus has his beloved wrapped around his fingers, their love is mutual but his is not, you loved him once but never now, and he still love you, you crave for him once, but he crave you and others but now, he carnally crave them, only you are in his heart, he might loved other but you corrupt him to think that he only love you, not even the flesh of the person who comes first or after you can make him forget about how you finally cut all the contact with him (no you don't, he's just dramatic and you're just busy) an Incubus are incapable to love only one person, but no one said he can't be obsessed with one

[bleedingichorhearts]

“𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮.”

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: A bigger remake of “I Love You.” from Hydra, Asclepius, Leviathan and Solor.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog, @thevoidscreams(doin’ the bois better.)

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {Antique}

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚

“I love you.” Those words stop the legionnaires’ thought process for a moment as he looks down at you between his legs. Your eyes watching the forest line in front of you while your fingers trace the thigh of his dark turquoise armor as he searches for anything in your form that you might be joking. That you were just playing with him, because he was an Alpha Legionnaire. A legion of mystery, and known for their unrefined bonds. It wasn’t often they were appreciated with the things they do or even truly loved, but you seem to love what he does. You seem to love him, proclaiming it to him. Showing it to him of how relaxed you were within his hold. Enjoying his presence when you lean back into him, a peaceful sigh escaping you as his hearts ache in a weird way.

He didn’t think he could get far enough… so close to you that you would announce such a hefty word to him, but he sees and feels the genuine adoration towards him. He… just— he just needs you to say it again. He gently wraps his body around you and nuzzles the top of your head, wanting you to say those words at him. Wanting you to just confirm it, and you do. Again and again with your fingers tracing the bottom of his helmet. Saying those words again and again untill he butts in himself. His chest feeling like it was about to explode as he completely said “I love you too, little serpent.” With his helmet gently nuzzling into your neck, a warm giggle leaving you.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐮𝐬

“I love you.” You purred down at him. Your fingers lightly tracing his bald head that turns to look up at you questioningly. His deep ocean blue eyes filled with something one can’t explain but himself. He doesn’t think he is… worthy of those words. He hasn’t done much to obtain them like: cooking you a meal, cleaning the house or even giving a kiss to your forehead for one. In fact, he hasn’t done anything at all for those words. Did he— did he do something wrong? Was this a prank? By Alpharius he hopes it’s not. He yearns for you to say those words to him, and to finally have you say them? He’ll feel complete if what you say is truthful.

He’ll gently nuzzle into your stomach to urge you to say them again. His eyes looking back up to you, silently urging you to say those three precious words to him. To see the truth in your eyes. He doesn’t want to believe that you were just… fake loving him. He wants it to be real, and you make it existent when you curve your body down to him and start gently kissing his skin and uttering ‘I love you’s’ between them, it makes his skin tingle that it almost makes him laugh. Overwhelmed with your restated proclamation to him as he would nuzzle hide in your stomach and mumble an “By Alpharius and Omegon, I love you so much.”

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

“I love you.” You had mumbled at him, nuzzling yourself into his chest. His fingers briefly stoping on tracing your back as he looks down at you, trying to find any flaw in your words. Yet you look absolutely content on uttering them. All snuggled up on his chest, enjoying the heat he gives off. Nuzzling your way closer to his hearts to hear them. You don’t show any signs that you reject your words, that you regret them. Instead, you show your commitment in them by simply just resting with him, enjoying his presence. Sighing when you completely relax on him, trusting him with your words.

He can’t help but curl up on you, his arms bringing you up more on his chest and his nose nuzzles the top of your head. A deep rumbling purr leaving him as you laugh at his sudden change of cuddling. Loving him with a kiss to his jaw line, extending the duration of his purrs. He’ll give you a gentle, almost feather-like kiss of his own to your temple then before nuzzling into your neck with his own “I love you too, little serpent.” Leaving his lips as a big cat nap session ensues.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

“I love you.” Those three simple words make him freeze up. Make him snap his head towards you, and your sudden proclamation. His eyes desperately searching every nerve in your body, every little detail of you to make sure this wasn’t a myth or a dream. He even searches through the Warp to clarify your words. Yet what you tell him is the truth. There is nothing to hold you back to tell him a lie, and he feels rather… whole to your truth. It makes him feel like he accomplished something great, and he did in a way. He always wanted to hear you say those words to him, dreamed of it. It was a goal of his to court you and your simple words make it… complete.

He kneels down to let you properly hug him around his shoulders. His nose nuzzling into your neck while you pepper kisses to the side of his jaw and temple. A light and quiet purr rising from the all mysterious knight as he returns your affections by bringing you closer. His fingers gently pressing into the middle of your back and pushing you close so he can nuzzle into your neck more, inhaling your loving scent. Keeping you there for a while as he thumbs your back before giving you a proper kiss on your lips and nuzzling your forehead. His own loving vows escaping his lips to you. “Throne, little maiden I love you too. Nothing can describe it.”

[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a request to make. Yandere obanai vs yandere mitsuri, except our darling reader is into polygamy and just says “why don’t we all just marry each other?”

Oh. I can defs do Yandere Obanai vs Yandere Mitsuri again! Sure! This’ll be shorter since nothing else will change. If you want a more in-depth of Obanai vs Mitsuri, find the original post plz!

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Iguro Obanai vs Kanroji Mitsuri

What you suggested to the Serpent Hashira and the Love Hashira, as they argued so vicariously over you at the dinner table, blew them away. Share? You?

They are both stunted as they sit down and consider what you just said. You waiting on tapping fingers makes them rush faster to come up with a answer

And that answer is sadly a gigantic “no” from both Obanai and Mitsuri

You won’t succeed in convincing either of them to agree to share you nor love each other. They want you all to themselves, neither can tolerate each other. They won’t agree, under any circumstances

Even if you beg for it. They won’t say yes, Mitsuri may guiltily say “I’ll consider it” but in reality, she won’t. Obanai straight up refuses and proclaims that he will win you over

Rather it seems like a good idea or not. Neither will do polygamy, they are obsessed with having your attention solely on them and the idea of you loving somebody else but them is nightmarish

In reality, Yanderes like Obanai and Mitsuri are not keen nor okay with people merely talking to you. And since they’ve hated each other from the very beginning of their rivalry for your hand, polygamy won’t ever be a option they’ll agree on

They both like the idea of getting to marry you but “all and each other” makes their skin crawl. Obanai doesn’t want Mitsuri as his wife and Mitsuri doesn’t want Obanai as her husband, they both want you as their one and only

I apologise but you will never get any of the Yandere Hashira(even Tengen, who’s in a polygamous marriage) to agree to sharing you with their rival. They are too deep in their fantasies, love and hatred to agree to letting their rival have your love too

“Polygamy? You want us all to get married? That’s… a sweet gesture but I’m afraid, impossible. Kanroji will not win your love, even for a second. You’re all mine, my angel”

“W-wait! Polygamy? You want both of us… I’m sorry, babydoll but I’m not doing that! It’s me or Iguro, and I assure you that I’m the better option”

God have mercy on your soul. You’ll never get to love both of them, one is the only option you have in this situation

Credit, of the art above, goes to gomiko_art so please support him/her/them!

[randobisexual]

Aight, first post, here we go!

So here's how it works. You message me requests on headcannons, and if It interests me enough, and my ADHD ass allows me to, I'll try my best to write it.

Things I will do:

Polygamy

The deres (yandere, tsundere, ect.)

NSFW and SFW

Fluff (might do slight angst tho)

Headcanons

Actual writing things

Platonic stuff

Things I will NOT do

Certain fetishes (scat, vore, etc. Only fetish I'm somewhat ok with is feet, since I might have to, considering juri is juri.)

Hard-core angst (like really, REALLY gory things, like having people die or somthin)

Maybe some other things I forgot, just ask if I'll do something or not!

As for timing between posts... I'm not fully sure. I'll try and post at least once a month, but I have a hectic schedule, along with ADHD, so I might forget to do certain writing things.

thank you for reading, and thanks in advance for the requests!

[the-wisteria-house]

Requests and Rules

I will currently take requests for Demon Slayer and My Hero Academica for the following characters. (If you're not sure about a request, you can still submit it, and I'll get back to you :) )

MHA

Shoto Aizawa

Oboro Shirakumo (loud cloud)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Toshinori Yagi (Allmight)

Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midoriya

Hitoshi Shinsou

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Night Eye)

Miro Togata (lemillion)

Rody Soul

Tenya Iida

Tensei Iida

(If there is someone you want that is not listed, you can still send a request, and I'll see)

Demonslayer

Giyuu Tomioka

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Genya Shinazugawa

Kyojuro Rengoku

Shinjuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuka Hashibira

Sabito

( If you want a character not listed, feel free to still send a request)

Please Note: I will do past ships with characters listed and not listed, for example: Past Tengen x Reader with Present Rengoku x reader.

I will also do none romantic ships with people listed and not listed.

Rules/ Things I won't write

Yander

It's fine if you like that stuff, but I just can't write it well. Now, that's not to say i won't do a, for example: character x (y/n) where (y/n) has a stalker and is saved by the Character of your choice.

Incest

This is self-explanatory.

Smut

I'm not good at writing explicit scenes. I'll write spicy scenes that fade to black and imply that something occurred, but not smut.

Polyamory/ Polygamy

I myself am not Poly and feel I would not be able to properly write such fics. So, no Rengoku x Tengen x Y/N. But I will do love triangles like were (y/n) has to choose one or the other.

Male (y/n)

I'm not a male, so I don't think I'd be all that good a writing (y/n) as one since I don't know the male experience. (Sorry to all my guys out there, but I mostly write in second person, so you can imagine (y/n) as a male)

OC's

I won't do OCs, but an exception is for example would be: Endeavor, and (Y/n) were together as teens, and (Y/n) got pregnant, and he left her, now he's trying to make things right with his son.

(Y/N) is still in the story, but the main focus is her son and his relationship with Endeavor, and (Y/n) and him are in no way getting back together.

Please try to be specific and give me a lot of details.

Example request:

Tanjiro x (Y/n) where (y/n) is Rengoku's younger sister (not a demon slayer), and they meet after Rengoku died on the train. They end up connecting and becoming pin pals, and over time, fall in love.

Tanjiro comes to visit her and Senjuro, and Shinjuro (who is now sober) pulls him aside and tells him to stop waiting on asking (y/n) out because if he doesn't, he'll regret it. He heads Shinjuro's advice and asks (y/n) out.

[yanderes-galore]

A concept of Aegon I Targaryen if you can please????

Sure. Includes his wives as I see them all together. I struggled on this more than I thought.... Would like feedback, I kinda wanted to make this more yandere but wasn't sure how?

Yandere! Aegon I Targaryen Concept

(The Conqueror - FT. Rhaenys + Visenya)

Pairing: Romantic - Some Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Targcest (Aegon/Rhaenys/Visenya), Polygamy, Manipulation, Possessive/Protective behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Isolation, Dubious relationship(s).

Aegon is considered the very start of the Targaryen dynasty to most people.

He is the king who conquered and united the seven kingdoms.

He and his wives are feared for controlling dragons.

Aegon is the rider of Balerion, Rhaenys is the rider of Meraxes, and Visenya is the rider of Vhagar.

Aegon wanted peace above all else, so after his wars he did whatever it took to maintain order.

Visenya is his stern warrior queen, while Rhaenys is kind and caring for her people.

Aegon himself did his best to appease his people, even respecting religions of all sorts of areas to keep them on his side.

I imagine if Aegon was fond of another besides his two wives, his wives would know.

Rhaenys would be a bit more accepting if she learned of her king's obsession.

Visenya would take longer to accept such a thought, but if it makes Aegon happy, she'll get along with you.

While his wives support you and care for you to varying degrees, Aegon is the one obsessed with you primarily.

Perhaps you are a noble, or maybe even a servant.

Or, as Targaryens are, another sibling he decided to take as his own.

Regardless of who you are, if the king becomes fond of you, you're one of the most protected people in the realms.

Why? The man has three dragons under his belt.

As these were some of the first domesticated dragons, they are huge.

Aegon's even known for parading Balerion while visiting the smallfolk.

Despite being intimidating, Aegon is no doubt one who wishes to please.

He has charisma when speaking with his people.

Visenya enforces his laws while Rhaenys helps maintain peace between families through marriages.

Aegon doesn't care if others look down on his companionship with you.

The faith already looks down on him for marrying not only two wives... but his sisters.

So if he took you as his own, he cares little for rumors.

You almost never leave his side.

Aegon doesn't keep you at King's Landing or Dragonstone, if he travels to one or the other, you will accompany him on top of Balerion.

Rhaenys and Visenya care for you because they see how Aegon acts around you.

Like the dragon blood that runs through him, he's possessive.

He married Visenya out of duty, Rhaenys out of desire, but who knows why he wants you.

Married to him or not, he has darker motives with you.

Like a king should, he spoils you.

He dresses you in Targaryen garb and doesn't trust anyone but himself and his wives with you.

Sometimes he even gets Balerion used to your presence, the large black dragon staring down at you beside his rider.

Naturally, with all dragon riders, their dragons are attached to their rider's obsession.

Many tend to see you as Aegon's secret adoration, a pet he toys with when his wives are away on business.

In reality, his wives not only know how lovesick he is towards you, but support it.

Rhaenys suggests attire you should wear if Aegon ever decides to marry you.

Visenya warns you to behave for her king, giving you subtle threats in case you try to run.

Running is pointless.

You would never be able to get far on foot.

Even if you took a horse, you'd quickly have three dragons hunt down your smell for their riders.

If anyone tried to take you or harm you, Visenya is the one more likely to slaughter them for Aegon.

She'd feed her victims to Vhagar, or Balerion if her king wished.

While Aegon's main priority is peace, He knows bloodshed may be necessary.

In that case, he doesn't mind staining his blade in blood for you with Visenya.

Anything for you... as your king, he can give anything you want... as long as you don't leave him.

Aegon is careful to prevent such a thing, often showing you affection and showering you in gifts.

Contrast to the Fire and Blood he's caused, He's affectionate and caring in his touch.

His kisses are light, easing you into his adoration for you.

He loves his wives, but he also can't seem to part from you... his third desire.

You're already quite isolated during his obsession.

You are only ever allowed in King's Landing or Dragonstone.

During parties you must always be beside him and in sight.

No one else should think they have a chance with you.

In both King's Landing and Dragonstone you have a private chambers, well furnished with dragon decorations.

He wants his sons, Aenys and Maegor, to respect you as another parental figure in their life.

Aegon only seems to get worse when he hears of Rhaenys and Meraxes dying during one of his final wars.

He may even quickly spring a wedding onto you, making you officially his as some last ditch attempt to not lose you.

I imagine the death of Rhaenys affects him terribly.

Visenya almost pities you when she sees how Aegon clings to you.

He turns to you for mourning, kissing your skin and asking you to promise he'll never lose you.

It gets to the point he locks you away with him, hoping such a thing will prevent you from being harmed.

Physically, at least... mentally you feel very Isolated.

Even as his princes grow up, he encourages them to see you as family.

Who knows, perhaps even the princes are attached to you as a parental figure.

Towards the end of his life, Aegon never has you far from him.

Even in death you may still be affected by his obsession, Visenya now the one to encourage you to stay around.

Perhaps she's fond of you too... or maybe it's just for the two young princes now under her watch.

Aegon may be caring, charismatic, and kind with his beloved...

But like a true dragon, he's possessive and fierce when it comes to making you his...

Even after his death you'll always belong to the dragons.