#yandere project

[theangelcatalogue]

ISLAND OF THE LOVESICKNESS || ★!

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Romantic!☆

Gender neutral!☆

Starting notes; Little project i wanted to make, since i love total drama and iots! This was inspired by iots but with Yandere ghosts! I will have multiple chapters, everyday one vitcm! I hope you all like it! (IOTS WAS MADE BY @eavee-ry )

TW: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, KILLING, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, YANDERES, POSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, THROW UP, OUT OF CHARACTER, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR!! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! (Tell me if i missed something)

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They are death

Every single one of them, you know that

You were hired by your own uncle Chris McLean to be a intern at Total Drama, you would be something like a camp counselor! Your job was to check the campists

People said your uncle was a amazing guy, but you knew it was a lie, you never knew anyone more arrogant that him

Well, at least you have something to do at summer! And it would be fun see some drama...

Your job was to be a baby-sitter to resume, you were checking up and taking care of tennagers! People of your age! It was kinda fun but you were so tired of them

The nice thing is that they seemed to like you! Even Heather, but sometimes they were acting toward you(you thought that was weird cause it dind't make so many time you knew them)

It was going to have a challenger! Everyone was there except for Beth, you decided to look for her

In the florest you decided to worry, where is she? You heard a sound in the cave, as the beautiful curious you are, you got in

A bloody axe...

A lost arm...

Her body was bloody

She was dead.

SHE WAS DEAD!?

You wanted to throw up, the smell of blood...

You felt sick

You Chris and the interns, and they discover that a killer is in the island, what should we do!?

Chris had the idea of left the campers here

You tried to convice him other wise, but when you noticed you already in a boat leaving the island, you felt guilty, Chris made you leave them

Chris dind't left you because how would him explain this to your parents? Your Mother would kill him!

And when you came back home, he said to tell that you were in vacation...?

You passed the next months feeling guilty and sick, you wanted to throw up, and sometimes you really did it

You should had stayed, or at least try to convice Chris....

One day, Chris called you to go with him and two new interns to go back to the island and save them

You knew why Chris was doing that

He wanted to be the hero, that's it

But you decided to go, cause now it's time

Time to the truth, and let's be honest

You were afraid of the truth.

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I left the boat, this place looks so weird to be honest, you felt sick again

Something was wrong, you knew that! But now it's time

What happend to them

" I hope they are okay... "

I was afraid, afraid to go anywhere in this island, i dind't wanted to do that, but at same time...

I was scared

I felt something in your shoulder, a hand

" Don't worry Y/n! We going to find them, i hope... "

Sierra was trying to comfort me, but i could look at her eyes and see that she knew the truth

" Amigos! Everything will be alright, but i hope we have everything to survive here, Chris dind't explain so well "

Alejandro was in Sierra's side while looking at the island and looking around, he was right, Chris dind't explained how would you guys find the others, does him even know how to walk around this island?

I don't think so

" Can we stop to talk! Come on you- we have job to do! "

Chris said and started to walk, me, Sierra and Alejandro just followed him

Something is wrong in this place, i feel watched while walking

Oh god.

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Notes:

★ THIS IS SOOOOO BAD HELP WHAT??? i tried ★

★ I hope you all like it! I will try to be more online even thought school is making this nearly impossible ★

★ Idk but Ily you guys <3 ★

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[oldangelcatalogue]

Pick one,it's for a Yandere Roti crossover fic

Total drama reboot

Total drama Pahkitew Island

[mellowwillowy]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

Yan! Sugar Daddy who fell in love with you at first sight in the cafe he often visited for his daily to-go coffee. He had seen lots of beauties but you were the first to catch his breath.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who tried to woo you, he tried his best to not scare you and subtly flirt with you. It took him a huge courage to approach you and ask for your number.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who found out you were still just a college student who was most likely to be struggling with financial issues, or so he assumed from how most of the students there were.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who took his time bonding with you before subtly offering an arrangement with you, a mutual arrangement of a sugar relationship. Instead of sex, fancy dates, or a plus one to those higher-ups events, he wanted your company all the time if he could.

You were wary and hesitant but his silver-tongued nature convinced you that this would change your life for the better.

While you were inexperienced in most of it, Yulian made sure to make you feel comfortable about it and him. The weekly allowance and PPM were enough to make you never lift a single finger to work anymore.

The more you spent time with him, the less it felt like an arrangement. It felt like a man treating you with utmost respect while spoiling you with luxuries you would never imagine to have.

But with such great benefits came a great price. You noticed that you had been seeing your friends less because of the attention you had on him.

You noticed the higher-ups never stopped sneering at you for being a commoner or his pet whenever you attended the fancy events with him as his plus one.

You noticed how you had almost less to none freedom, always heavily guarded by what seemed to be his bodyguards. Who was he and why did you even need this sort of protection?

One day you decided to trick his bodyguards with your flat-out white lies so that they'd leave you alone. They did not expect someone like you to ever lie and put them at risk so they left you alone.

All you did was wander around in awe, checking the grand balcony to go to the washroom as normal people would.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who was seething in rage when the bodyguards came to him, tricked by your childish lie. But there was no way something bad would happen with this slight mistake right? You were not his spouse by any means.

But oh did everyone know you were someone he fancied for the first time in his whole life. Part of his brain just tried to look at this mistake in a bright light and it backfired.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who had to be endlessly teased by his great-for-nothing cartel friend. He had to endure the stress of losing you and the risk of not being able to take you back.

It's not like the Drug Lord couldn't help him, it was simply humiliating for him to endanger you by not keeping a close eye on you.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who could track you down in less than a week and ordered a mass slaughter on the faction that imprisoned you. You were not wounded terribly but a wound was still a wound.

Yan! Sugar Daddy was just a confidant to the Drug Lord and an infamous lawyer. You only knew he was a lawyer but never the lurking threat of his other occupation. No wonder he was always wary of his surroundings.

How could someone from such a cold underground world have the heart to fall in love with you? That was what you thought when you woke up to his concerned face.

Weeks passed and it didn't take him so long to propose to you, for you to become his spouse.

"I truly love you, dear. I have never even once seen our arrangement as something strictly business instead." He showed you a velvety box with a diamond ring in it. "I admit, it was not the best approach but I thought I could work my way into your heart while profiting you with all the benefits and luxuries you could have from me."

He swallowed the lump in his throat, "I wanted you to see how capable I am."

Something told you that nothing good would come out of your refusal. And instead, logic swarm into your brain. You had been in an arrangement with him for almost a year already and had never even once felt any hardships.

He was nice to you, downright kind and loving even. He cared for you deeply and wouldn't hurt you in any way. It was your fault that you broke free from the barrier of protection he granted you.

With great fame and luxuries, came all sorts of threats. He wasn't disloyal like those higher-ups. He didn't belittle you like others would. He loved you.

Even if you didn't love him, you knew how great it felt to be loved by him. There was not a single loss from this arrangement which was a marriage, right?

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

Dont get the deal

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It had been a week since you got shot.

Your family barely even acknowledged that you were hurt.

So far you had been forced into three family activities, all of which you didn't enjoy.

It's not that you didn't like being around them! It's just that there are only so many times you can watch Damian take care of his animals without letting you help, or try and play games with Tim that didn't really interest you, or have an awkward conversation with your father that didn't know anything about you.

You couldn't even sneak off with your friends due to how someone was attached to your hip 24/7.

It was like they were taking shifts just to be around you.

Past you would be flattered, but you miss your friends.

You miss performing.

You miss acting.

You miss waking up by yourself, in peace.

You were tired of everyone trying to pretend they knew you.

You started to take notice of something.

After it got dark outside, your family would disappear after dark.

They'd all sneak off. To where? You had no clue. But you weren't going to ask; this was your chance to finally be around friends.

You snuck out of your room and went into Tim's room, looking around for an old blueprint of the manor.

After around 5 minutes of quickly scrambling, you found it.

You grabbed it and made your way back to your room and pulled out your whiteboard and a marker in your favorite color and started your plan.

After you were sure they all left, you were going to make your way out the window between Damian and Tim's room. They are closest to the back gate, which had the least amount of security cameras.

Afterward, you were going to sneak out to Nene's house.

It was almost the perfect plan.

Only flaw?

Despite you finding the way with the least cameras, there was still quite a bit of security.

You weren't going to give up, though.

Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone off your clean, new sheets Dick had bought for you a week ago.

Sneaking out wasn't like you.

You're a good kid.

You get good grades.

You don't cause trouble.

Sure, you're loud. A year ago, you had overheard Tim and Damian complaining about your voice being like nails on a chalkboard.

No one defended you.

But other than your voice, you're a good kid.

You try and help whenever you can around the manor even if no one lets you. You sign up for school events to get away from the manor and get out of trouble.

Compared to other people your age, you're not bad.

You hesitated, rethinking sneaking out. Sure, you missed your friends.

You haven't had freedom in a while too.

But on the other hand, your family was finally caring about you.

Finally seeing you. finally not ignoring you in favor of each other.

You could join in on conversations without freezing up looking at Dick's smile that always scared you.

You could finally sit in silence with Tim without getting yelled at.

You could talk to Bruce without him looking so scared to talk to you, as if you were fragile, as if at any moment you could break.

You could finally train with Dick without being interrupted by Damian.

You could ask Jason 'dumb questions' without being shooed off.

Right as you were about to give up on sneaking out, you had a moment of clarity.

You weren't actually being included.

Dick's smile still felt scary. You knew it wasn't as fake as how it used to be, with it never reaching his eyes, but now it felt like he was trying too hard.

Although Jason acknowledged you, he never started conversations.

Damian still didn't trust you around his animals.

Tim would go out of his way to babyproof his room and push you away from anything important, basically keeping you in a little corner of his room.

Bruce looked guilty. You assumed it was because of how he wasn't there for you when you got shot.

You didn't know how to feel about Alfred. You weren't ready to have another grandpa while still missing yours.

You grabbed your phone, which was on your bed, and pulled up UNTITLED.

Before you knew it, Miku popped up.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!"

"Hey, Miku, I need a favor."

"Hm?"

"Do you think you can hack into the cameras and turn them off for a moment? please?"

"Well..."

"Please. I can't stand to be here any longer."

"Okay!" Before you knew it, Miku disappeared from your phone.

You couldn't tell if the cameras were off, so you would just have to hope that Miku turned them off.

You quickly but quietly rushed to your closet to find something to wear.

You were currently wearing your pajamas, but you needed something darker to wear out.

You grabbed a black hoodie and gray sweatpants; you usually wouldn't wear something like this, but you didn't want to stand out at night.

Once you put it on, you grabbed your sleeping bag, prepared, and made your way to the window.

You also grabbed a beanbag and stuffed it into your bag; it couldn't fit fully, but it was fine.

It took a second to get to it due to your room being slightly farther than Tim and Damian's room.

You threw the beanbag out the window.

You almost hesitated jumping out but did it anyway.

You landed on top of the beanbag, heart beating out of your chest.

Your legs hurt due to landing on them weirdly, but you decided that's a problem for future you.

You put the hood of your sweater on and jumped the gate and got electrocuted a bit due to the electric wiring.

By the time you were fully off the property, you had scrapes all over you, your legs felt like jelly, your hair was extremely frizzy, and you looked like hell.

As you started making your way towards Nene's house, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

You also noticed how, despite Gotham usually having people around, the streets were unusually empty.

You wanted to put that feeling aside, but deep down you felt...wrong.

You started hearing footsteps behind you.

Something in your head was screaming, "Turn around."

You started running, only for what seemed to be a shadow to pop up in front of you.

You fumbled back a bit and shut your eyes which was quite childish, you admit and gripped your phone harder than you ever had in your life.

You would have fallen backwards if it weren't for someone helping you up.

You turned your head sharply to see it was Nightwing.

"Hello!"

You jolted, startled from being surrounded by two of Gotham's vigilantes.

"Hi!" you spoke. Your hood fell, revealing your face.

You noticed how Nightwing's eyes widened a bit and his face fell agape slightly. Batman's face tightened slightly.

"It's late, isn't it past your bedtime?" Nightwing quipped.

You stayed silent, putting your hood back up.

"Your silence is telling" Batman spoke.

Nightwing held your wrist. "C'mon, let's get you home."

You resisted, "No! Let me go!"

"Why don't you want to go home?" Nightwing asked, letting go.

"I miss being out." you looked down at your feet.

He put his hands on his hips, a puzzled expression taking over his face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"..."

"Nightwing, I'll take it from here." Batman spoke, picking you up and putting you on top of his shoulders, which reminded you of how your grandfather used to do the same.

"Are you sure?" Nightwing asked, Batman nodded, and Nightwing left.

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After heading onto a rooftop and Batman giving you some ice cream, you swung your legs on the ledge.

Despite your slightly cheerful appearance, you were nervous.

Sure, Batman and his partners literally saved you and your friends, but he still looked scary.

Batman cleared his throat before speaking. "So, why don't you want to go home?"

"I've been home all week. It's the longest I haven't gone out in literal years. I miss my friends." You gripped onto the sleeping bag.

"I see, but you do realize you are still recovering, correct?" He pointed at where you were shot, raising a brow.

"No, it's not that; it's just..." You took a deep breath before continuing, "It feels like they're babying me."

"Perhaps they're just ensuring you're okay; have you thought of that?" Batman reasoned.

"Maybe, but I'm not used to it. They've never cared. At least it didn't feel like it.

He hummed, signaling for you to continue.

"They're treating me like a child when I no longer am one. I'm stronger than they think I am."

"Like they're trying too hard?"

"Yes, exactly!" you exclaimed. "It's like they don't know what to do with me now that I've gotten hurt."

"Explain."

"The whole time I've been with them, they'd never notice me. I'd be hoping all day and night they'd see me. It took me being shot at to be noticed."

"Could it be they're trying their best?"

"My whole life I've been used to dealing with my feelings alone. Back at home, everyone was busy with their own lives and each other. I think it's just a harsh change."

"I see." You kept on eating your ice cream, noticing how much more sleepy you were getting.

"What was your plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's clear you snuck out; you have an overnight bag."

"Oh, right! I was going to sleep over at my friend's house."

"Which one?"

"My friend Nene, the one with green hair."

"You should probably let her know you can't make it." You sat right up. "What?!" That's not fair! I just told you I'm tired of being home!"

"It's three in the morning. It's dangerous."

You sunk back down. "I guess you're right."

"What was your plan after you went to your friends?"

"I honestly hadn't asked her yet. I was hoping she was pulling another all-nighter and would let me stay over."

"And after that?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'd go back to the house or stay at a friend's house forever? I'm not sure."

He could tell you were slowly falling asleep. "I think it's time I take you home."

"Alright." He picked you up for the third time ever and started swinging away using his grappling hook.

While you were up high, you took one hand off Batman and put it up into the air. You squealed in excitement as Batman swung faster.

His smile grew more and more as he heard, you have fun.

He hasn't heard you like this for years. By the time you got to the manor, your hair was crazy and you were a giggly mess.

You had to playfully argue with Batman to let you stay up, but in the end he failed.

he had to drag you to bed like a toddler and tuck you in. "Good night, kid."

"Goodnight, Mr. Bat!"

He chuckled as he turned off the light.

While he was almost out the door, you said one more thing. "Y'know Mr.bat? I kind of wish you were my dad." and fell asleep.

He didn't say anything. He just guiltily made his way out.

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You woke up late the next morning; thankfully, it was still the weekend.

You stumbled out of bed and took a shower to wash off all of last night's events.

As you jumped into the shower, you noticed all the scrapes and bruises you forgot about.

They weren't serious-looking, thankfully, so your family probably wouldn't find out about last night's activities.

You hoped Batman didn't tell your father about what happened, and the same with Nightwing.

You felt your stomach rumble as you made your way towards the kitchen. You could hear Tim speaking.

"I don't understand it; I can't get any camera footage from last night!"

Oops.

You could practically hear him pulling on his hair from stress.

You snuck into the kitchen to grab your now cold breakfast, and just as you thought you got away, Bruce spoke up, making you shiver.

"Y/N, how'd you sleep?"

You turned towards him slowly. "Good!"

You aren't a good liar.

You scrambled away and decided to eat in your room.

you noticed how the window you used last night (and foolishly forgot to close) was now boarded up.

Once you got to your room, you closed the door with your back to it.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and sat on your bed to eat.

You didn't notice you forgot to lock it until you heard it turning. You froze up, fearing it was Bruce.

That was until you saw a pair of green eyes meet yours.

Damian.

You continued eating his breakfast, trying to ignore his glare.

He cleared his throat.

"L/N."

You looked up and saw him with his arms crossed.

"Do you have any clue why the cameras weren't on last night?"

"No clue, sorry. I was asleep."

"You were the only one here last night."

You shrugged your shoulders and offered him a piece of fruit on your plate.

He scoffed and stormed off.

You continued eating your fruit, somehow not noticing Bruce inside your room.

He let out a cough, which startled you.

"I know you weren't here last night, Y/N."

Play dumb!

"...who's Y/N?"

not that dumb!

You mentally facepalmed at what you said.

You noticed how the corner of his mouth twitched, suppressing a smile.

You spoke up from the tension in the room, "I'm sorry for sneaking out. It won't happen again."

He sat down next to where you were sitting and spoke, "Next time you want to go out, just let me know; I'll drop you off. It was reckless of you to go out by yourself. You can tell me anything, anytime."

He got up and froze in place before asking,

"Were you the one who turned off the cameras?"

You shook your head no, and he walked out.

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[meo-eiru]

Hello everyone!

So as you might've noticed I wasn't that active these past few days, which was partially due to all the laptop problems I've been dealing with, but I'm here to announce there was one more reason!

🎉🎉I'm making a manga yayyy🎉🎉

Well to be more specific, I'm attempting to join a manga contest in Japan, with none other than this guy right here, who's name is now officially 黒崎レン (Kurosaki Ren)

Now I'm not going to spoil anything about the actual story, but I have an entire chapter planned with a script (it took a while since I had to write it all in Japanese), now I just need to finish actually drawing everything

Because of that I'm unfortunately not going to be very active until around April 5th, I'll try to answer asks here and there but won't be able to post many drawings other than maybe some WIPs of the pages I'm working on.

Now I'm not an expert in drawing manga, I've only drawn a one shot once, so please keep your expectations low. But I'll say mutual obsession enjoyers might like this one😉

[exquisink]

Lose to Win (Yandere Geto x Reader)

Word Count: 1.5K

Content Warning: attempted suicide, noncon/dubcon, oral (f! receiving), mc is a nonsorcerer

Summary: You decide you've had enough, but Geto won't let you disrespect him--yourself--this way.

“I need a favor. Please.”

Shoko stares at the man cradling a frail woman in his arms. Of you in his arms fighting for life, or surrendering more like. She senses no cursed energy from you, which already raises a multitude of questions. Geto has made a complete 180 in his life’s philosophy and here he is, begging her to save your life. A nonsorcerer. 

“What did she do?”

“She drank poison,” he stammers, resting you on the examination table. He rests two fingers on the pulse point on your neck. “She still has a faint pulse. Please.”

“What could you have done to make her want to ingest poison, I wonder,” Shoko shakes her head. “Step aside. I’ll take care of her. But I’m not getting myself involved with you, Geto.”

“I love her,” Geto counters with a shout. 

“Be quiet,” Shoko chides as she commences her healing process, vaporizing the poison from your system before it could do any further damage. “She clearly knew what she was doing. She wanted a way out and fast.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, rushing to your side and hugging you close into his chest, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, his body trembling still. Your breathing is steadying. Stable. 

“What is she doing with you?”

“You said you didn’t want to get involved,” Geto snarks. Shoko rolls her eyes. 

“And you said you had no room for special exceptions,” she quips, “Including your parents. So out with it.”

“It’s not so simple.”

“She tried to kill herself to escape you. What did you do?”

“She simply cannot accept that she’s mine,” he murmurs.

Whack!

“Men,” Shoko sneers with a curl of her lips. “Do you actually love her? A nonsorcerer?”

“It’s not about that with her,” Geto retaliates, “I just told you it’s not so simple. Of course I love her. She’s my lifeline.”

“And you’re her 13th reason,” Shoko replies, “I knew you had lost your mind, but why can’t you open your eyes?”

“I knew I couldn’t expect you to understand,” he says with a sigh as he cradles you close into his chest like you’re more precious than the world, and you are in his eyes. Sound asleep, rather than on the verge of death. “I’ll be taking my leave now. Breathe not a word of this to Gojo or to the higherups, hm? I made sure to mask my energy to the best of my abilities but I’m sure it wouldn’t escape Gojo’s senses.”

“You’re in luck because Gojo is out of the country for a short bit.”

“Oh goodie,” Geto replies in a sardonic manner. “Farewell, then.”

When you come back to full consciousness, you sit straight up and dart your eyes around, finding yourself back at square one.

“You’re up,” Geto comments, his voice coming from your right, and you meet his eyes, your skin paling. 

“No,” you sob, shielding your face as tears well in the corners of your eyes. “No, no!” 

Geto tuts in mock sympathy for you, petting your hair. “Yes, I know. Sentenced to an eternity with me. It’s not the ideal turn about, isn’t it?”

And he has the audacity to sound like he is the victim?!

“Don’t,” you hiss, swatting his hand away. “Don’t.”

His eyes widen as he soothes the mild sting from that blow with a careless flick of his wrist before slipping it back into his sleeve. 

“Very well,” he surrenders with an aloof shrug. Your sobs in sheer agony and anguish fill the room and Geto can feel the knife twist right in his heart. Finding you like that earlier—lifeless on the floor, slight foaming at the mouth, dullness in your eyes. 

Why does he feel it? He’s not supposed to feel like this. 

“Why didn’t you just let me?” you shout between broken sobs. 

“Because I’m selfish,” he answers like it’s a simple fact. And it is that simple, in this instance. He glances at you. While his gaze upon you appears stern and cold, his resolve is melting. “And you didn’t want to die.”

“How do you know?”

“You don’t want to die,” he goes on, his gaze gradually softening. “You just don’t wish to be mine.”

“I’m not a pet,” you sniffle, swiping stray tears away. “I’m not an object. A thing. For you to keep.” 

“No,” he concedes with a hum. “You are far more valuable than that. That’s why you shouldn’t insult yourself with such a disgraceful act.” 

“This life you have damned me to is an insult,” you retort, “At least that gave me control over my demise.” 

“Oh, spare me the bullshit,” he quips through that strange smile of his that always sends shivers dancing up your spine as he leans in close. His hands resting on the bed causes the mattress to dip slightly. “If that’s your idea of taking back control over your life then perhaps you ought to reassess your situation.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re a smart girl. You can figure it out,” Geto snarks as he joins you on the bed. This time, bypassing your earlier boundary and brushing his fingertips down your arm, causing tingles. You know it best not to challenge his authority now; around him there is never room to assume what he’s going to do next. “For now, lay back. Rest. I am disappointed that my devotion to you doesn’t translate well with you, but I won’t quit on you.”

You don’t know how to respond to that, but you turn away from him as you settle back into bed. His finger draws soothing patterns on your back, attempting to lull you into relaxation but your body is still locked up. Shut tight. 

“Are you not famished?” he asks, voice soft, as he draws closer to you, his nose brushing against the nape of your neck. “I can have the servants bring in food. You must gather your strength.”

Your stomach answers for you with some low rumbling, and you huff. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, but fine.”

He kisses into the crook of your neck before he pulls away, paging the service to bring in some of your favorite meals. 

After you eat and the servants clean things up, Geto helps you to the bath. Wraps you up in a silk robe after patting you dry and moisturizing you with luxurious lotion and oil before resting you back in bed, like he’s presenting a delicacy. 

As you settle, your legs are spread slightly and he doesn’t release his grip on your hips, sliding his hands down your legs and stopping at your ankles. He stops to press a tender, audible kiss to both. 

“I don’t know how to get you to come around,” he sighs, that disappointment laced in his tone as he keeps your legs spread, crawling between them. You know not to protest. You can’t. He trails kisses from your knee stopping at your inner thighs, centimeters away from your pussy. His breath fanning against the sensitive skin makes you quiver. 

You say nothing, but you don’t avert your gaze. He hates when you don’t watch. 

“I could have punished you,” he breathes before taking a deep inhale of your raw scent, groaning as his tongue teases your folds a few times. “I could have chosen to be cruel. Make you wish that pathetic escape plan of yours worked, but I fear I can’t find it in my heart this time to do that.”

He presses his mouth onto your cunt which is already damp, and you can’t fight it, a high pitched moan escaping your lips which earns a dark chuckle out of the man. His tongue glides along your pussy with ease, swirling around your clit which stiffens in practically nanoseconds, only encouraging him. Closing his mouth a few times to suckle on you and you thrash against the bed, inhaling sharply but instead more moans come out and your fingers dig into the sheets as you attempt to find some grounding. 

It doesn’t take him long. He knows what you like and you’re coming, eyes rolling back and you can feel a bit of your arousal flushing out, bits of it on his chin but he doesn’t mind, in fact rejoices in it. Swiping the droplets with his thumb and sucking it clean. 

“I’ll just remind you how good you have it. You have the world at your feet with me by your side,” he says, lifting his head to get a good look at you, post-orgasm, debauched, your face deeply red and flushed, and you haven’t looked away once this time because you know what he wants from you. 

“Never do something so foolish to yourself again, my love,” he chides, in that same, soft, condescending tone of his as he rests beside you, pulling you into his arms. “I know you’re better than that. That’s why I chose you.”

He kisses the crown of your head. A tender gesture, sure, never mind the monster he is, but it gives the opposite effect for you. It’s a taunt. 

And it might be working. 

[yandere-wishes]

Dear Darling Rapunzel

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Okay been thinking about this for a while but what about a Damsel in Distress/Repunzel AU with the batboys and rogues. It can go one of two ways.

(The Princess who fell in love with the Dragon)

You're the betrothed of one of the batboys. A darling daughter of a Wayne Enterprises bigshot or some nice rich family. And while you may be indifferent to your future husband, he is very very much devoted to you. Absolutely in love with his precious soon-to-be wife...But after the marriage, the paranoia sets in. He loves you, he swears he does. He loves you so much, in fact, that he even reveals who he is, what he does during the ungodly hours of the night. He doesn't want you to doubt, to think he'd ever cheat with another. But there are precautions he must take to keep you safe. He won't let you out of the manner, won't permit you to make content with anyone outside of his family. Heck, he absolutely forbids you from even going near the doors and windows. But one day when the manner is attacked by some Rogue wanting something or another from the Wayne family. During the attack, this particular rogue spots you, the darling princess locked away within the estate. He's almost instantly in love. Heart fluttering outside his chest. He dubs you collateral damage as he steals you away. Poor little Rapunzel being swept away by the bandit...But funny isn't it how you have (somewhat) more freedom with the deranged killer than with your own husband...

(The Princess and the White Knight)

2. For one reason or another, you catch the attention of one of Gotham's notorious rogues. An infamous killer, whose stone heart now only beats for you. They steal you, lock you away from all humanity. It's because they love you, it's because they know how cruel society can be. They'd never want the world outside to hurt you. But one day while you gaze longingly outside the window dreaming of being free again. You happen to catch the eye of one of the batboys. They become your escape, chatting with you while the evil monster is away. You start to see them as your prince charming. You white knight. Hanging off their every word dreaming of the day you can pry away their mask and gleam at their full face. Whenever your tormentor kisses you, you imagine it's your superhero, all soft lips and hope. All sweet words and caring touches. Soon they promised, soon your prince charming will come to free you…

The only pairing I can think of for this so far is, Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent. Constantly fighting over the darling they both love with all their broken heart.

Maybe Jason and Roman too? Albit it would be so messy and chaotic😆🤣😆🤣.

[harmonysanreads]

Because that's what the hero Phainon would do

[rikas-musings]

PROJECT SHATTERCORE ☣︎

DIRECTORY

bruce wayne x reader, jason todd x reader, dick grayson x reader, damian wayne x reader, tim drake x reader

SYNOPSIS: you were taken young, too young to ever have known anything other than needles and pain. stuck inside a lab that was bright and loud, they enhanced every neural frequency within you, transforming you into more than you could have ever been. after years of experiments, someone finally comes to save you. he’s tall, dark, and terrifying. but he offers you safety in a new home. you feel like an outsider in the gloomy mansion, but you understand why they behave as though you’re not there. it’s probably your fault, but over time, things begin to change, and the people in your home are starting to act as if they want you here. is this desire something normal?

WARNINGS: 18+ only, DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT, mild violence and blood, angst, child endangerment, alcoholism, cops being horrible

PLAYLIST FOR THE CHAPTER: ♫ slipping through my fingers - abba listen to this for ultimate immersion

A/N : welcome to my first batfamily x reader series!! please read ALL warnings because there are a lot in the series directory. here comes the prologue!! let me know if you enjoy :3

PROLOGUE

You lived on the streets from the little life you can remember, barely conscious at the ripe age of six years old. Your mother was always in a drunkard state, but you clung onto her for dear life. You depended on it, you did. Tiny grimey hands clutching onto her dress, eyes bearing into her face, wishing for any sort of love to emit from her. 

You always watched. You were quiet, but occasionally, you tried to garner attention from her. When things were right—if they ever were right—you’d vaguely remember her humming a lullaby that never quite left your memory. Her smooth hands caressing your velveteen hair, back when it wasn’t grimey and unkept. Back when you weren’t on the streets. 

This was your life, this was all Mama and you had known. Days spent searching for scraps in garbage bins, watching your mama disappear for nights at a time. She’d come back with scraps of food and more bottles.

The lights flickered whenever she came back, as if an angel had come down to bless the two of you, but changed its mind halfway. In the abandoned warehouse you and your Mama stayed in for the past while, you were tired. Your small body was littered with bruises and cuts from staying in the grimiest parts of Gotham City. But you persevered. Mama always tried her best for the two of you.

It happened on a Saturday night, the night’s mama always tried to get you special treats from the bakery that had leftovers in the trash. 

There were loud crashes, and the police were everywhere; you felt terrified. Unbeknownst to you, a robbery was happening at the bank beside the bakery. You shook like a leaf, scared for your life as you huddled in the alleyway between the bakery and the bank. A man as large as what you imagined a giant might look like, with blood splattered on his face, entered the alleyway. But that’s not what frightened you. He stood to the side, observing everything. Your mama was still far back, rummaging through the trash, most likely very drunk and oblivious to the situation unfolding before you. 

The police had entered the alleyway, and you were terrified. 

You felt the buzz of the radio before you heard it ‘The bats have the villain under control, but we got a call about a potential robber at this bakery.’ The man in uniform sighed and rubbed his face with his free hand before replying.

“Tell me why I got stuck dealing with the fucking homeless scum in the area.” He groaned, and your body stiffened. He made eye contact with you before you could attempt to run, even if you could, you could never leave Mama behind. 

Not long after, he caught sight of your mom and the other shadow lurking in the dark. His eyes widened, and he sneered before trying to call for backup.

The lights flickered violently as you desperately put your hands up in defence, staring at the police officer, he was gonna arrest Mama. Hurt Mama.

I don't want him to hurt Mama. 

You screamed and wailed, rendering your voice raw. When suddenly the radio crackled and sparked, the line cut and the police officer fell back off balance. You sighed in relief at the faulty hardware and his loss of balance.

Daniel was a weapon, made to be at least. Today’s mission was to stage a bank robbery. The place wasn’t big in itself, but the doctor had been hired to create new weapons and test them out by the harbour; therefore, he needed a distraction in the city to throw off the scent of any unwanted heroes. 

When he’d arrived, he’d blown up quite a few people before listening to the police’s radios on his comms. They were coming, and so were the bats. He gruffed, and his partner decided to be the bait.

“I’m gonna hide out until things calm down, don’t let them find out what the doctor is doing.” He grunts to his weasly looking partner beside him and hands him a bag stuffed with cash. His partner grins and nods their head before scurrying off to deal with the situation. Daniel sneaks out of the back entrance of the bank before entering an alleyway beside it. He let a smug grin fall onto his face. The plan was going spectacularly. 

In the alleyway was a woman rifling through a huge trash bin, and a little kid quivering as they clung to the brick wall. He hid among the shadows of the alleyway when a police officer showed up. He watched as the kid began to cry, but he froze when he noticed something.

The kid's eyes began to vibrate as the light flickered. While you screamed and wailed at the officer to stop, he watched as faint electricity crackled through your vibrating eyes, seemingly sending the officer stumbling back. His radio crackled with that same electricity. It was almost unnoticeable, especially to the untrained eye; it resembled any malfunction of faulty technology.

But not to Daniel. He noticed. 

He watched as the officer pulled out a gun, and before he could get his finger on the trigger, he smashed him into the wall with a loud-

CRACK.

Blood dripped down the wall of the alleyway as the officer's limp body crumpled to the pavement. Your breath quickened as you covered your ears at the sudden loud noise. You felt dizzy and tired—running away with Mama was the only thing replaying in your head.

She’d finally stumbled out of the bin when you made eye contact with her, her eyes sparkled with a sense of familiarity, as she clung onto a brown paper bag with oil spots. 

“Mama!” you wailed and went to dash into her arms, snot running down your face as you mustered all the strength in your body to reach her. 

But you didn’t reach her, not before the man did. 

He grabbed her neck, the skin taught against his grip, then looked down at you. 

“Hello, little one.” You looked up at him as your mama dropped the bag of baked goods, her hands going limp. You hesitantly reach out a hand.

“W-what’re you doing with Mama?” you spoke with furrowed brows, you were too dizzy and too tired as you watched the giant man, his orange eyes looked down at you with curiosity. 

“I’m thinking you two can come home with us tonight. The doctor would love to meet you.” He offers a faux grin. You feel sick to your stomach, but all you could do was hesitantly nod at him. 

He threw your now passed out Mama on his shoulder before picking you up and holding you with one arm. He smelled like smoke and gunpowder. You inhaled the weird smell before relaxing in his arms.

Maybe he wanted to help you and Mama.

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[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.

[rollofthed1ce]

y/n cookie is kidnap by cookie kidnappers and they want to get y/n cookie money or they crumble y/n cookie

What will be the ancient cookies reaction (i’m pretty sure rage, mad, and committing murder)

Pure Vanilla:

Immediately goes into panic mode, unable to find you in your hiding spots in his room.

When he finds out that cookies have taken you for ransom. 

He didn’t take it well.

we will go into a murderous rampage, causing absolutely chaos as he attempts to find you.

When he does find where you are held at, he  will “politely” as the cookies to leave so he can crumble them later

After that, except lots of cuddles and kisses when you get back to his castle. 

He will also make a massive sort of nest made of pillows and blankets in his library for the both of you. (Food and drinks are off to the side)

Hollyberry:

Now Hollyberry won’t immediately know you got kidnapped. Instead think you ran off.

But when she finds out, she skips the preparations and goes straight to hunting mode

But here is the thing: the outcome is different if she find you within haft an hour

If she does then she’ll charge straight into the poor souls that thought they’d get money

If she did… barbecue, anyone?

Either way, it ends the same. Stuck at her palace for a while and security increased. But overall, not that bad

At least it’s a welcomed prison home

Dark Cacao:

…oh boy, where to begin?

Well for starters, you royally screwed up when you even touching Y/N. But kidnapped? That’s a death sentence right there.

So after turning the Citadel from “spotless” to  “ok you had to be trying to get to this”, he does find out…

And He

Was

P   I   S   S   E   D 

Good luck to trying to stop a berserk Dark Cacao from getting those cookies absolutely mole-

After retrieving you, you two just stay cooped up in his room for a long while. Doesn’t matter how cooperative you are either him.

Golden Cheese + White Lily

Short answer:

P  R  A  Y , hope you will go to heaven

[mellowwillowy]

Bathtub sex with your husband because he was suddenly all petty and jealous with your servants helping you bathe.

CW: NSFW, slight yandere, GN Reader

Your husband had always been an understanding man, he thought with a cool head and logic all the time. He would never get jealous of his love rivals, reasoning he was way better of an option than they would ever be.

Yes, he was not arrogant but he knew his own self-worth. He knew he had always been the best for you.

So why did he suddenly insist on helping you bathe?

“Dear, did you mean bathing with me or did I hear you wrong?” You stood next to him as he prepared the water for you. The scent he chose had always been floral, something that smelled innocent in a sense.

Your husband shook his face as he felt the temperature of the water. It welcomed him warmly, assuring him that it was the perfect temperature for you to relax already. Yulian beckoned you to enter the bathtub and so you did.

He pushed a cart of bathroom amenities, the aromatherapy candles all lit to light the room enough for as he switched the lights off.

You sighed at the sensation, slowly melting into one with the water. Yulian sat by the tub, his hands slowly massaging your tense shoulders as he hummed a lullaby for you.

“How lucky are the servants who help you bathe to see you like this every day.” He whispered into your ears as you giggled.

“Are you envious of them?”

Yulian stayed silent for a moment as he poured water over your head, “Recently,” he spoke as he poured the ointment into his hands, “I’ve been seeing lots of divorce trials.”

You hummed at his reply, leaning into his hands massaging your scalp, “And?”

“Most of them come from… affairs.”

You raised one of your eyebrows at the mention of affair, “Are you saying I might be cheating with one of my servants dear?”

“Not really,” Yulian now focused back on massaging your shoulders again, “but I can't help but be bothered by the fact that one of your servants might be admiring you, enchanted by you.”

His face inched closer to yours now, “And while they are at it, they can freely see and feel your body…” his hands slowly felt your arms up and down, “and be around you every day, helping you dress, attending all your needs while I'm away.”

You've never seen your husband act like this before. This was the first time he had shown his jealousy blatantly.

Yulian started pressing chaste kisses on the back of your neck, his grips remained on your arms. You squirmed as his hands snaked further into your nipples.

“It's so unfair, I'm your husband and yet they get to see you so vulnerable more often than I would ever be.”

What was once a chaste kiss soon turned into hickeys, purple decorating you from the back of your neck to your collarbone. You recognized this gesture as his way of showing his pettiness.

“So today,” his fingers tweaked your nipples as he kissed your earlobe, “can I show you just how much I love and adore every bits of you?”

—

The two of you were connected in the bathtub, his cock throbbed as its snug inside of you. How many times had he cum so early yet still had the strength to continue? You knew your husband couldn't last long but that didn't mean his stamina was to be doubted.

His precision in hitting your sweet spot had always been pitch-perfect. It never failed to make you squeal and tighten around him, pushing him closer to yet another orgasm.

Yulian hid his face in the crook of your neck, trying his best to not bite into your flesh, and opted to bite his lip until he tasted steel instead.

You moaned out his name as you felt like you were about to reach yet another orgasm as well. Your hand intertwined with his, you turned back to kiss him, tasting his blood while at it.

“So close… together?”

Yulian’s cock throbbed at the mention of it before he nodded along, “I-I’ll try.”

Yulian lifted you from his lap and positioned you to lean onto the wall before he continued ramming into you like a starving man. Nonetheless, he still made sure to prioritize your pleasure as well instead of being selfish and chasing his own release.

Your knees wobbled and you felt really weak yet his strong grip wouldn't let you slide down, at least not until you two were done.

Ragged breath and breathy groans, the bathroom smelled like sex instead of florals. The whole candles flickered with each thrust he made and the water rippled with every shake your legs made.

It didn't take so long for you two to come in unison. The bath water that was once pristine and clean was soon mixed with both of your bodily fluids. Your insides felt warm the moment he came inside you again.

Your knees slowly gave up as the two of you slowly collected your composure. Yulian’s hands never let you go as he slowly lowered you into his embrace again.

He started peppering your face with kisses again, his fingers ran over all the hickeys he had left all over you, some were in a very visible place.

“How am I supposed to cover all of these dear?” you pouted at him as you pushed his face away from you playfully.

Yulian raised his eyebrows before answering you, “You don't cover them dear.”

[fresanita]

Angel Dust Turns Human pt6

"Alastor & Angels background 3"

Pg1 Pg2 Pg3 Pg4 Pg5

Originally this was part of pt5, but Tumblr doesn't allow more than 31 pics so☹️ Sorry it took awhile, I've been putting off positing this mainly cuz I've been busy w assignments and wanting to catch up w my hobbies💔 but I finally finished fall classes so YAYAYA🙂

Antoní is PLATONICALLY blushing bc he's flustered that someone would care enough to give him something in general🙂🫶!! He's thinking, 'Woah, a whole scarf! Omg, this is so sweet and kind!!' (NO ITS NOT IT'S THE BARE MINUMUM-). Also, sorry, Alastors shoulders kinda look less broad😓! Also, pg 15 (or 16?) Angel dust's cheeks look more pinchable than I remember lol🤭!

Anyways, we're finally kinda back to the present!😁 but uh-oh, Angel knows there'll be consequences eventually☹️ I feel like Alastor has only been saying Antoní, but I promise he'll have more dialogue in the next one😥!!! He just missed his little boy; he hasn't said that name in years!! Also, I should let it be known that Angel Dust's human form WILL be getting a haircut‼️ it may look aesthetically messy, but it's actually just clumped up hair!🤫

Again, sorry for the delay and hope you like pt6🙂🫶

Tag list: @diffidentphantom

[be-xkyy]

For some reason, Yandere Farmer kinda reminds me of DoL Eden from game degrees of lewd() the difference that yandere farmer.. well farmer, while Eden is a hunter-

Both men really love their wife/spouse/gf/anything, want a lot kid, possessive in their own ways, not too mention but breeding too- and much more

God yes! I totally agree, they're quite similar, although I hadn't thought about it until now! You have a good eye, Anon 👁

Eden and Yandere Farmer are a force to be reckoned with.

Check out this fantastic Eden art by @prinz-alexiares

Why isn't this in a museum? 🖼

[longcatt]

14dwy-sona is back :3

i love them

artist notes: (wow this girl talks a whole lot, does she ever shut up??? no) i colored this sketch in ~3-4 hours lolol hope y'all like it :3 i love my silly sona but i love rendacted more ehehehhee look at these cuties at the beach during sunset guys