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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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Planotic Yandere Floyen family and Max x adopted child reader

Platonic! Yandere! Floyens and Maxmillion X Reader:

Disappointed in you...

The smell of blood was still fresh in your mind as you picked up your dress in your hands as to make sure it doesn't get drenched in the wet mud of the huge garden of the Ashet estate as the sound of dainty violin ringing behind you, as you remember a few weeks ago when the incident happened...

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, DAD?!" You screamed at the way your dear friend was covered in blood and was screaming at you being dragged away, as you see your father and your sister looking at the girl with disgust as your elder sister's fiancee stabs and tortured her.

As you continued to sob and wail in the chains, still upset and traumatised with the way your dear friend and your only support was killed. They didn't want to do this, but they couldn't just let your friend take you away from them, especially since they're the only ones who are allowed to get close to you. But hearing you cry made their hearts hurt and even though Maxmillion wasn't related to you, he was your dear friend and was a dear brother figure for you, no matter what you say. After they had enough of you crying, Jubelian immediately opened her fan and covered her mouth with it, before walking towards you and bending down to life you face towards her.

As she gently stroked your face and hair while your was all sticky with your tears, she told you in a soft voice, "Y/N, we're only doing this for your good. They were trying to take you away from us, making you think that our love for you is unhealthy, now you made all of us upset....Especially Maxmillion…Is this is how you repay your dear brother for his love? Hm?" As Jubelian's voice rang and taunted you in your head, you realize that no matter what you do, you won't be away from them...

As you took a deep breathe in, upon hearing of two pairs of footsteps get closer to you, you tried calming down, before looking up your older sister, your father and your brother figure, before sniffling up and mumbling a tiny sorry enough for them to hear, upon hearing you apologize, your sister immediately stood up and went to open your chains.

As your chains opened and released you, you immediately fell into Maxmillion's arms who hugged you tightly, as your father kissed your forehead and cheeks before also hugging you. As Jubelian also joined in the hug, you buried your face into Max's shirt and realized his shirt reeked of blood and metal...

That smell is still engraved in your nose, as the monsoon rain was starting to pour a bit heavily now and drops of water were falling on you as well, before you felt a strong arms pull you back into a hug, your face immediately pushed into the person's top, you realized from the smell that it was Maxmillion as he pulled you up and off of your feet, making you squeal from the tightness of his hug and the immediate jump of him pulling you up, as you heard your elder sister and your father giggle at you trying to escape him...As you looked at your sister, in a huge lavender and white wedding dress, her hair in a beautiful hairdo with ornaments decorating her, making her look like a pretty doll, before you eyes moved to your father, who was wearing a one-of-a-type suit, decorated with jewels, and then finally Maxmillion who was dressed perfectly like a groom, yet his outfit looked quite similar to yours. It was him who asked of you to wear a matching outfit with him on his wedding day and who were you to say no to him? Afterall, he is your brother and making upset would make your family disappointed in you...

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lyomeii · 1 year

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always being here since the beginning

-> warnings: yandere themes, obsession, manipulation and stuff related

-> request by Mizuki on quotev! Hi, could you do a one shot of Regis Adri Floyen, with a sweetheart who has always taken care of Jubelian since she was a child and was like a mother to her? Thank you, I love your writing kisses from Brazil

-> a/n: I like this type of drama, and it’s sweet to see that people from my country love my works :) so hope you enjoy this one!

-> after his wife died and jubelian began fearing him, you stood up and become a parental figure when he couldn’t. From afar, he watched you act like a mother to his daughter when he was to busy with his work and the many times he caught you giving sweets before dinner, those moments were his favorite to watch from afar.

-> jubelian grown into a gorgeous and respectful woman due to your influence in her life, Regis admit that with your shame, but he feels jealous how closer you and jubelian are closer to each other. Even with him act cold to protect her and interact not as much he desired to, he wishes to know why his daughter often question you if you are going to leave the dukedom, why would you leave? Isn’t this enough for you?

-> that day might be coming, he knows, you are a young lady with a proper future and don’t need to stay in the dukedom, however he is too selfish to let you go away from this place. Regis knows if that ever happens, the air of the manor will become depressing as it was when his wife died.

-> he can’t let that happen, regis have enough power to hold you in his territory and to make your suitors leaves you in a blink of eyes. Poor you can’t even leave your job now, since your parents no longer support you and you don’t know why! Could be that move away without letting you know? Or they just kicked you out of the family? You will never know.

-> struck inside the dukedom as Jubelian babysitter is interested, she is already a young lady who knows to take of herself, so there isn’t much what to do… if you don’t count those times where her father approaches you during your day.

-> began with little talks with commonly topics such as the weather, lasts trends in fashion, Jubelian’s love, general conversations that you shared with your boss, nothing that you considers to be special, unlike him, regis believes that he is getting closer to met you with every words you two exchange.

-> leading to this small talks into full conversation that takes hours to finish and he slowly learn more about you, your life and how you were abandoned by your parents ( while pretending that he wasn’t the main reason to do so). the tears dropping from your eyes were quickly cleaned by him, gaining a sweet smile from yours, another reason to be in love with you.

-> that way, he slowly made you fall in love with him. his little touches, sweet words and gifts convince you to stay at his side as the new duchess and official mother of Jubelian, can’t you really believe it? You now have the love of your life at your side with a perfect daughter like her.

-> how happy he is knowing that you are never leaving him side.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

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d10nsaint · 2 years

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

&."𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘" ... －𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵..

>Being Regis' wife. endless days with jubel, and endless nights with regis.

>Tea parties with baby Jubel.

>Wearing matching dresses with Jubel everywhere you go; from parties,to events, and even competitions.Its more like your married to Jubel than regis.

>Reading in the Libary and getting a back hug from regis.Big, warm hands wrapping around your waist, his big body leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

>Dancing with duke floyen at parties,stealing the stage.

>Reading books with Jubel to help her sleep.Her tiny hands hugging your body, seeking warmth in the cold night.

>Being trapped Laying down with regis in bed.

>Going on outings with Regis and Jubel, who are willing to buy you anything that you look at.

>Having long kisses with regis while dancing.

>Meeting Max when he was a child as the dukes wife, and being the only one who tries to comfort him.

>Meeting max again..but when he is the boyfriend of your beloved daughter, Jubel.

>Stopping regis from killing max tbh

>Helping regis with paperwork in his office, but he cant even take his eyes away from your lips as you talk to him about how he is spending too much money <3

>Regis buying a store because you like 3 things from that shop.

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justleisha-deniyor · 2 years

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Hello! May I request some hcs for a yandere! Regis Floyen from Father I Don’t Want to Get Married?

Welcome to Leisha's post!

English is not my native language and I can read such manhwas thanks to the translations, so sorry for the misunderstandings.

Warnings: toxic behaviors, manipulation, torture, death, blood, severe delusions, yandere behaviors, obsession, misunderstandings

Yandere Regis Adri Floyen

-As long as you're not a duchess or a princess, you're a lower-ranking noble or commoner, but that's okay. Buying a title for Regis is not that difficult.

-The Duke of Floyen will woo the reader in the first place, it doesn't matter if you reciprocate or not, if that doesn't work, there are other methods he can use to get you.

-If you refuse his request, he will make this offer directly to your family. No noble family can, will not refuse the request of the Duke of Floyen. No matter how much you avoid Regis, you somehow find him right next to you. And without even knowing what it is, you get married with an expensive wedding dress and a perfectly designed wedding, and now you are the Duchess of Floyen!

-Another element in Regis' obsession is Jubelian. His daughter has a sick body and is threatened by the emperor, and he has already lost a woman he loves so much, he won't let this happen again. You're literally imprisoned in the Duchy of Floyen with expensive clothing, rich decorations, high-value jewellery, servants who control your every step, and an obsessive father and daughter.

-Jubelian is not much different from Regis. Jubelian is just as obsessed as her father is.

-The Jubelian is hungry for love and physical touch, and if you fulfill this request, the Jubelian will become a yandere dependent on your love.

-They want all the love you have for themselves. Jubelian has a more manipulative disposition in this regard.

-Your days belong to Jubel and your nights belong to Regis.

#yandere regis floyen #yandere manhwa x reader #manhwa x reader #father i don't want to get married #yandere father i don't want to get married

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 1 year

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( A/n: Y/n is toxic/ manipulative and Max is obsessive, a true match made in hell )

Warnings: Manipulation, yandere, mentions of murder, toxicity

@forbidden-sunlight will make a less toxic version of the reader soon as well, I enjoyed working on this with her but if toxic main characters really aren’t your thing, I would suggest reading her version instead of mine

A lady all in red sat elegantly upon her ‘throne’, she would one day rule a kingdom full of wealth and prosperity. Alongside her sat a man in all black, her fiancé and future emperor, Max, sparing not a single glance at her. He was far too embarrassed to face her, while she read a letter he had sent her out loud.

“My dearest, Y/n,” she read, shifting herself slightly and fixating her posture, she continued, his face flushing red at her tone that intended to mock him.

“You make my days better by simply gracing me with your presence,” She let out a slow laugh, as she smoothed the paper out.

“You give me a reason to look forward to living, you are my will to continue living in this god forsaken world and I will never let you leave me,” She read, smirking

“Whatever would you do if I left you, Max?” She asked, cupping his face in her hands, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his skin, crimson liquid dropped from his chin as her grip tightened.

“Max,” She ordered, “It's incredibly rude to disregard the orders of a lady,” She shifted her gaze and stared directly into his blood red eyes.

“Won’t you answer my question?” She taunted

“I would destroy everything on sight,” He spoke, low and dangerous, there was a tone to his voice that was unsettling, even for someone like Y/n. Ignoring the shivers she felt, she waved her fan at him, as a manner of dismissing him.

He shot up and towered over Y/n who remained seated, instead of walking away, he walked towards her and placed his head around her arms and gently placed her hand on his cheek, pressing his hand on top of hers.

“Say.. Max, have you heard of Ian’s disappearance?” Y/n asked abruptly as she waved the letter over his face

“This letter is one of my favorites,” She laughed as she traced the words of the letter with her fingers

“Would you like to know why?” She forced her hand off his face, only to be met with the face of the annoyed man.

“Oh goodness, you're this exasperated simply because I moved my arm?” She smirked, as she placed her hand on his face again only for her to take it off.

Her arm was seized by Max, he gripped onto her wrist tightly, showing no intent of letting go, ever.

He forced her wrist to his lips and kissed, looking down at her he asked

“And why would this letter be your favorite?” Max asked her, clearly amused

“The ink is quite lovely, mind I ask you where you obtained it from?” She looked up at him, her eyes glinting with evil

“My minister brou-”

“Don’t you lie to me, I know where you got this, I’m not naive,” She whispered slowly

“What are you implying?” Max furrowed his eyebrows

“I have asked first, it's quite rude to answer an inquiry by another, is it not?” She forced her wrist out of his hand and placed a gloved hand under her chin.

“I have killed Ian,” Max answered truthfully

“Was it truly that hard to tell me truth?” Y/n hummed

“I’m proud of you Max, you have finally embraced your true nature,” Y/n spoke lazily

Proud…? She was proud of him? That felt good, he would kill any man who would dare approach her with lust in their eyes.

She would be proud of him then.

#father i dont want to get married #father i don't want this marriage #Max #max x reader #crown prince x reader #toxic reader #manipulative reader #yandere x reader #obsessive x manipulative #idek #yandere dion coming up next

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yanderedreamer · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request gen hc of our lovely dilf regis adri floen?

Yandere Regis Adri Floyen / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: General yandere headcanons.

Warnings: Manipulation, mentions of killing.

Regis thought that he was loyal to Amelia. He thought that he would never find another love, but those thoughts were immediately discarded when he met you at the annual hunt. You easily tamed his frenzied horse and the moment he saw your eyes, he fell in love.

He wouldn't approach you immediately; he has to be methodical with his advances. He'll order one of his servants to look into your background so that he'd have enough information to infer your partner preferences from; he wonders if you'd be okay with a widower who has a daughter from his previous marriage.

Regis will attend the parties you'll be going to and steal your attention for the entire evening. None of these nobles are worth your time so you should only pay attention to him. He'd openly court you to let everyone know that you've captured his heart, and the glare he sends over your shoulder is enough to tell your suitors to give up or he'll make them wish they're dead. He subconsciously tightens his grip around your wrist at the thought of you being in the arms of another, and when he hears your plea for him to let you go, he quickly releases your wrist with a murmur of apology.

He wouldn't hesitate to use underhanded methods to reduce the number of your suitors - assassination, poisoning, staging an accident during events, he'll use every trick in the book to secure his place by your side. He won't eliminate every competition of course, just the ones who pose as a huge threat to him. If you show interest in anyone other than him... don't expect to see them again anytime soon. But who knows? Maybe you'll see their name making the headlines.

Accepting Regis' proposal is either the best or the worst decision you've ever made, depending on how you see it. His yandere tendencies are more prominent now that he has you in his grasp. He's overprotective and possessive; he thinks you break easily like a porcelain doll and would forbid you from seeing anyone, including your family and friends. You'll become a prisoner of the Floyen Duchy, unable to leave and see anyone other than Regis, Jubellian and the servants assigned to take care of you.

If you're foolish enough to attempt an escape, it won't end well for you. Hasn't Regis educated you enough on how dangerous the outside world is? You won't be safe without him. People will use you for their own gain, and they'll use you until you break. Once you're useless, they'll cast you aside... Those were the things he told you to delude you that you won't be able to survive without him.

The first time you ran away from him, he didn't chase you. Instead, he sent one of his guards to tail you and ordered him to use his carrier pigeon to send Regis the coordinates of your location once you've stopped somewhere to rest for the night. Regis then lured a pack of wolves to your location and just as you're about to be pounced on, he swooped in, swinging his sword to cut the wolves down.

The sight of him drenched in the wolves' blood frightened you. Feigning relief, he knelt down to your level and embraced your trembling figure tightly with his bloodied sword placed flat against your back. Although he was speaking softly into your ear, saying how dangerous it is for you to be outside alone at night, you could never forget the way he effortlessly killed those wolves. What if you met the same unfortunate end because you made him angry?

He would never hurt you intentionally and he would never let anyone disrespect you, even if you were the one who started it. As a member of the Floyen Duchy, you deserve to be put on a pedestal - and just like his daughter, you're one of his most precious treasures. He'll leave a pile of corpses in his wake if that's what it takes to protect you from the evils of this world.

You wouldn't be able to leave Regis even if you desperately wanted to. Jubellian has never seen her father so in love since the death of her mother, and she'll make sure that his source of happiness never escapes the clutches of the Floyen Duchy. If a push comes to a shove, she'll get Maximilian involved so if you don't want things to get worse for you, you should just accept your fate and sit quietly in the luxurious room that has been prepared for you, dressed in the finest clothes and accessories.

#✍️ : alice writes #yandere manhwa #yandere manhwa x reader #father i don't want this marriage #father i don't want to get married #regis adri floyen #regis adri floyen x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #tw: yandere

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rie-092 · 2 years

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HELLO! As you can see, I was reorganizing my account. So, I plan to add some new manhwas to my writing list. You can suggest your favorite manhwa (so I can add them to my writing list) if you want to :D , because the more, the merrier!

THE (NEW) LIST OF THE MANHWAS THAT I'LL WRITE FOR :

Who made me a princess

Villains are destined to die

Father, I don't want to get married!

Trash of the count's family

The way to protect the female lead's older brother

Solitary lady

Inso's law

The villainess is a marionette

Beware of the Villainess!

Author of my own destiny

Into the light, once again

I am the real one

When the villainess loves

How to get my husband on my side

I have become the heroes' rival

The king and his knight

I became the younger sister of the regretful male lead

Not-Sew-Wicked Step Mom

Revolutionary Princess Eve

I turned my childhood friend into a tyrant

A royal princess with black hair

Caught by the Villain

The reason why Raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

Side characters deserves love too

The demonic contract

The lady I served became a master

I tamed the tyrant and ran away

The side characters in the world are obsessed with me

I became the male lead's adopted daughter

Touch my little brother and you're dead

How to be a dark hero's daughter

Charlotte and her 5 disciples

Kill the villainess!

The symbiotic relationship between a rabbit and a black panther

The second male lead is actually a girl

The beloved little princess

Lady baby

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trashybandit · 2 years

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When Fantasies Become Reality

Yandere Regis Adri Floyen x Male Aide Reader Sometimes, we desire the unachievable, but that won't stop Regis from fulfilling his.

Fic exchange with @moonstruck-rk. Sorry this took so long >~<

TW: dubcon, noncon, and forced drinking

His Grace was big. It was an undeniable fact that he'd tower over almost everyone, but that didn't mean it didn't fill you with a sense of vulnerability. Yet, the man in question was busy pressing himself into your back with you securely on his lap, stroking your knee. Documents awaiting for his approval lay neglected on the large mahogany desk as Regis opted to bury his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply the scent that never failed to calm him. He could feel the stress melting away from his taut muscles in a couple of seconds. "Duke, you should be working." You stated with all the professionalism you could muster. "Mhm... haven't I told you to call me Regis when we're alone?" A response punctuated with weariness returned. You, like the stellar aide you were, remembered this peculiar request, but consistently failed to follow it. It seemed almost scandalous calling someone of his stature by their first name. Faced with your lack of a response, Regis’s grip tightened around you. “Say my name.” He demanded in a low voice next to your ear. Your continued silence led to a sharp squeeze that made it hard to breathe. “R-regis, sir, please stop!” Was all you could manage from your burning lungs. He didn’t seem particularly pleased with the “sir,” but released you from his vice grip nonetheless with a small smile gracing his handsome face. “See?” He cooed in a tone that always managed to make your heart involuntarily flutter, “It wasn’t that hard, wasn't it?” By that point, you had already scrambled away from his grasp. He didn't seem upset though, simply chuckling at your adorable behavior. The distance between you two was too much for Regis's liking and your relief was short-lived once the hulking man draped his muscled arm around your shoulder, effortlessly guiding you to the liquor stand. He offered you a drink but gave you a glass before you could answer. Faced with the duke’s expecting gaze, you could only take a small sip, but before you could remove the glass from your lips, Regis tilted the entire glass into your awaiting mouth. He didn’t let go of the glass, forcing you to swallow the bitter liquid that burned your throat. Left coughing with tears in your eyes, he took advantage of your distraction to shove the entire bottle in your mouth, squeezing your chin harshly to force your mouth open. You could only drink the alcohol to prevent yourself from suffocating in it. Regis forced almost a quarter of the bottle down your throat until he was satisfied. Your head felt woozy as a result and required Regis’s assistance to even stay standing, hands gripping the tight fabric on his chest, slightly flustering the man. After you regained your bearings, your complaints remained stuck in your throat, faced with Regis casually taking a swig of the brown liquid, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing seductively, red tongue sensually licking his damp lips as he placed the bottle with a bang on the desk before guiding you to his decorous office chair. Tonight, Regis was determined to bring his desires to fruition.

Regis Adri Floyen was big. Each hand of his covered a large swath of your chest. His calloused fingers easily breached your thin clothes to attack the little nubs lovingly. Coupled with the unrestricted access given to him by you being forced to sit on his lap, his straining clothed cock in between your ample cheeks, it wasn’t long before you were whimpering from his touches, something Regis got off to. Your moans reverberated around the exorbitant room with an especially loud one escaping your mouth from Regis running his tongue behind your ear. His hot breath caused shivers to run down your spine and having your chin tilted to face his disheveled one, sweat causing his normally tidy silver hair to cling to his forehead with a rosy tint to his cheeks while his cerulean eyes peered at yours with unhidden desire, made your heart unwillingly race. His lips soon clashed with your pliant ones and enticed your leadened tongue into dancing with his, moaning into the kiss. It was messy, nowhere near romantic, yet your intoxicated mind thought Regis to look enticing with saliva staining his mouth. You drawn out of your musings by a large hand wandering to your sex. A weak gasp escaped you as he palmed your cock, his deft hands tracing its outline. Regis groaned into your ear as your hips buckled, chasing the sensations his hand offered. “Does it feel good?” He whispered in that baritone voice of his, slightly out of breath, fingers barely grazing your weeping erection. “Y…yeS Ah~” You mewled in response to him finally showing your cock proper attention. His breath felt especially hot on your nape. When he finally released your dick from your confines, you practically grabbed his hand to fuck yourself with it like a flesh light in your lustful haze. Regis slightly faltered as he felt your pulsating cock leaking with precum rubbing against his hand, the sensation causing his face to flush. To see your wanton form, shameless chasing your own high, disregarding how inappropriate this all, made Regis feel validated, You too felt like this underneath all of your professionalism. You loved him, didn’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t act like this, right? Right? Regis could feel his thoughts spiral as a little voice suggested that you could be acting like this with anyone after a couple of touches. His jovial mood soured from his mind conjuring images of you offering your ravishing body to undeserving pests. Perhaps you even had a lover, an unworthy piece of scum that vastly overestimated their worth, who dared to defile your body with their sinful hands. Unknowingly, his hand tightened around your cock, eliciting a gasp of pain, snapping him from his musings. Regis didn’t let up much though, doubling down as he took control of your pleasure with one hand wrapping around your waist, pressing you back into him, while the other rubbed you out at a brutal pace. It was as if he believed that he could remove your supposed lover’s touch with brute force, to reshape your body to accept him instead of that trash. You came with a pained moan as he continued pumping you throughout it, using your own release akin to lube, overstimulating you as the humiliating ‘shilick shilick’ sound reverberated around the room. While you were panting, practically drooling all over yourself, Regis looked mostly fine, lest for his tinted cheeks, labored breathing, and darkened eyes tinted with a cross between lust and displeasure. They were the last thing you clearly remembered seeing as you were carefully placed on the desk.

Regis was big. You already knew this, but having an unobstructed view of his bulge cemented this fact. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, even audibly gasping when he revealed his member in all of its glory. Faced with your awed expression, Regis felt a surge of pride and rhetorically asked if you like what you see, silently hoping for enthusiastic affirmation. Your dumb “uh huh,” eyes unable to leave his penis, made the organ twitch from the praise. Regis leaned closer towards you as his long fingers rimmed your hole, using your release that stained your cock as lube to prep your hole. You could feel yourself clench around the deft fingers as they probed around your insides. Regis felt like he was touching heaven, each clench sucking away his restraint. As his large fingers pumped in and out of you, moans spilled out of your lips as he hit that sweet spot. The way you tightened around him, little hole puckering, from a little pressure to that spot, face stained with tears as you babbled iterations of "feel'sh gooh" and garbled moans, drove him insane with desire. Regis could no longer satisfy himself by touching you and after confirming you were ready, lined himself to your fluttering hole. You tried to recoil from that monster of a dick after your mind processed that it would penetrate you to no avail with Regis dragging you back and inserting himself balls-deep in one swift motion. You let out a noiseless scream from the sudden intrusion as you were stretched to the brim with his thick phallus. The feeling of being connected to you so intimately, watching you take him so well, drowned his brain further in its lust-filled haze. Pushing your body onto the desk while lifting your legs, Regis thrusted like a madman, slapping hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth found yours in the heat of the moment to bite and entangle with. Soft groans and huffs of pleasure rumbled out of Regis’s throat from the mind-numbing pleasure you brought him. Your moans and mewls of ecstasy furthered his own. Only you could bring him to his knees, mind blank from a few words and touches, only you. Yet, he lacked the words to express how much you meant to him, how he couldn’t live without you, with them all dying at his lips. Nothing in his repertoire portrayed how deep and all-consuming his love was. Regis wanted to be to you what you were to him, yet the threat of not was all too real. Sobering up slightly, Regis aimed his thrusts to tip you more over the edge. He won’t allow anyone to snatch you away, touch you like this way, love you this way. As Regis leaned down next to your ear, sweat trickling down his forehead, he finally found the words to express what he felt. They barely grazed the surface of his emotions, but he hoped you could feel their weight. “I..I love you.” Regis whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft with vulnerability as he searched your face for any signs of reception. Your dewy eyes reflected his intense gaze, chest heaving as a result of accommodating something so big, but all you could manage were unintelligible whines as a response. His heart panged from the lack of response and rationalized it as a result of the night’s strenuous activities. No matter, he’ll just show you the depths of his love again and again until you understand. As Regis climaxed within your gummy walls, painting your innards white with release, he desperately wished you recognized how devoted he was to you. He’s surrendered himself to you, it isn’t much to ask for the same, is it?

#tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #male reader #regis floyen x reader #yandere regis floyen x reader #regis floyen x male reader #father i don't want to get married

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mo-aiki · 2 months

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One-sided Love Exist... (Yandere Fiancé x F. Reader)

Summary: You have been in love with your fiancé, but all you know is that he isn't in love with you until you do something about it.

Notes: I got this inspiration from @mayulla, their story is here. Also, I might or might not do a part 2 for this story so wait on that

Warning: fake love, forced love, obsession, I don't condone these behaviors, I just write it.

Love.

Something you have always wished for to happen to you. All of the love stories you have read. You wished to be the princess saved by her knight or to be a princess who saves the one she loves. That was all you wanted. A knight or a prince in shining armor. That's where your fiancé came in.

A duke's son. Your fiancé, Alaric de Caius. He had seemed to fit the mold, perfectly. He looked regal and handsome with his black hair and dark blue eyes. You were only 9 when you had met him, but you couldn't help but smile when you first saw him.

Overtime you had absolutely fallen in love with him. He was a man of morals, he believe in the same things as you of what was right and wrong, he was academically talented, he was athletically talented, and he treated people around him the same whether or not they held a title.

A wonderful man.

But the problems arose when you had seen he had never paid attention towards you.

He never looked you way, seemed to say anything towards you, or seem to acknowledge you at all.

"Good morning Alaric!"

He wouldn't look.

You didn't understand why he ignored you. His indifference towards you, hurt. You didn't know if it was your ego that was hurting or it was truly your heart that was hurting, but something was in pain. But you didn't give up! Both of you were bound to get married to each other, one day!

Often talking to him first, soon enough he responded.

Bringing sweets such as cookies or sweet bread from the kitchen. Watching him eat it with no signs of disgust, might have made your day.

But you must also strive hard too! To be worthy of being a Duchess, you must help him by studying, taking up hobbies such as perfecting painting, embroidery and writing poems that have deep meanings. You must also know how to manage a household, so you asked your father if you could learn how to manage the servant's wages and everything going on in the household.

Everything you did was for him.

You did not partake in gossip with your bestest of friends, you didn't spread malicious rumors about someone, and you tried not to do the most selfish thing if there was a selfless option. Your friends, love you but saw you in pain. "Why do you do these stressful things (y/n)?" they would constantly ask.

"Because I am going to be future Duchess one day, I must prepare!" You would say cheerfully.

Alina Thompson.

Her family was new money. Her father was a merchant who was able to strike gold in selling a once thought, rare ore. Opening trades with the east, she has risen to become the daughter or Baron Thompson.

Your friends didn't like her. One of them saying, "There is something off about her..." and another saying, "Why does she look at Duke Caius like that..."

You had brought it up to Alaric one day. He said there was, "Nothing to worry about, she is just an acquaintance.", and at first you didn't worry, heck you even befriended her. She was pretty. Her hair, long and blonde, her eyes a bright green color like emeralds, and her smile the brightest you have ever seen. She often wore pink and you did as well. But she always seemed to not get along with your friends after a few meetings. Or any noble women in fact. She had always stirred the pot with the other women in high society, supposedly acting different as if she had 2 different personalities in front of others. But she had always gotten along with the men. They spoke high praises of her. From her looks to personality. She even had admirers of her own. She was perfect, but most women disliked her. But you didn't think anything of it.

Until the day of the royal ball.

You saw with your very own eyes. Alaric's arm, being held by her's. She had the brightest, most shameless smile that day. All the men looked uncomfortable while the women were shocked. It was no secret that you and Alaric were engaged. And it was definitely no secret that you were in love with him.

They danced together. They wore matching outfits. Even the flowers on both of their corsages were the same. He had smiled at her as they were dancing. He gave her, her first dance of high society at her first ball, a royal one in fact. There was no way he had no idea what he meant by his actions. Your heart shattered as your friends got mad at both of them.

"Why that sly fox! How could she betray your kindness like this?!"

"(y/n)! If you need to I can kill him myself!"

"No!" you had quietly yelled out.

You friends looked at you, worried on their faces. "(b/s/f #1), (b/s/f #2), I need to...go..."

You ran away towards the royal garden, letting your tears to flow down.

Once you got home, you destroyed the books, the gifts he gave you and finally sat down on the floor and cried you heart out.

Your heart had shattered that day, nothing felt like it was going to fix it. It felt like the end of the world.

The next day came, and you holed yourself up in your room.

Your bedroom door would not open. Nothing will work. Your father was worried, your friends, pestered at you, and the servants knock and check up on you as well. But even though you knew all these people cared, you truly only wanted one person to come and see you, Alaric.

You don't know if you were a masochist or not, but you did want answers.

Soon, one of the maids came in. "Leave me alone..." you mumbled in your pillow.

"No. Duke Caius is here to visit you. So I must get you ready, young lady."

You looked up at the maid as she chuckled. "What's so funny?" you asked almost like a pouting child.

"Your eyes are puffy my lady. If you do not want the Duke to notice it, I suggest you get ready, now."

You pouted as you got up.

The next thing you knew, you had seen Alaric. His perfectly combed over hair, his eyes, calm, and the placement of his lapels, in order as followed. You had bowed your head down slightly, as he sat down at the table.

You didn't even bother looking at him. If you did, you didn't think you could bear it. It was an embarrassing night for you. All you did was look at your tea, slowly stirring the sugar cube, looking at it and spacing out in the process.

"(y/n)?"

You looked up. This was the first time he had ever called out your name. He had always referred to you as Lady (l/n), out of formality, but he has never called out your name like you do his.

"Did you hear what I said?"

You took a moment and shook your head. "No, I'm sorry..."

"That's okay, I can say it again."

Why did your heart tug at this? You felt yourself being anxious for what he wanted to say. But first you wanted the answer to why he brought Alina to the royal ball the other night.

"I had brought out Lady Thompson to the ball a few nights ago, because of her father. He had wanted to make sure his daughter secured an escort for her first royal ball. He had insisted I had better escort her, otherwise she wouldn't come."

An excuse.

"I helped her father find the rare ore that had made him Baron. I must help him again."

Lies.

"So that's your excuse..." you mumbled out of your mouth.

He looked at you, his eyes were still. He had no emotion after what you had just said. "(y/n), it's the truth."

"Lies. We are engaged, but my debutant ball and first royal ball, you didn't escort me at all."

You remember it well. He had said he was busy, and you thought nothing of it, because he wouldn't escort or dance with anyone else anyways.

"When we had our first dance, you didn't even look at me."

It broke your heart that night when you both finally had that first dance you had been waiting for, only to be sad when he didn't smile, look or seemed to be enjoying it in any way.

"I had wanted us to get matching outfits, but you held it off saying, 'you hadn't gotten measured yet'."

He would get measured for an outfit for another woman, but not you? His own fiancé?

You felt nothing but anger now towards him. "Was it a waste of my time to devote it all towards you? I know your favorite snacks, colors, meal, drink, what to do as duchess..."

You felt like you were about to cry again, but tried to hold it in. "WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?!" your hands slammed the table as you felt your tears coming down your face as you looked at him.

Hoping he would say it wasn't in vain. That all of these things you did for him, would mean something.

"I had never asked you to do these things, (y/n). I am tired of your antics."

You couldn't believe you had ever loved this man.

You immediately went back inside, and into your room to cry once more.

Alaric has never needed anyone close to him.

He never understood you and your stupid antics to get closer towards him. From bringing snacks, to gifting the books he so wanted, to talking to him way to often.

He had an alright childhood. His father was sick and his mother was dead from childbirth, so he needed to become duke heir at a young age. Relying on himself to make the right or wrong decisions while his father's health deteriorated overtime.

His father wanted him to get married to his close friend, Marquis (l/n), so he arranged the engagement before his death, and after his death when he was 15, he kept it on because it was one of his father's final wishes. To see their families united.

But sometimes he couldn't stand (y/n). When he first met her, he had no opinions of her, other than the fact that she was nothing more than a clumsy girl trying to get his attention.

She was trying to live out fairytale romances through him. She had wanted him to be her knight in shining armor. And he didn't care for it.

He ignored her until she kept on pestering him.

Soon, they did their small talks.

He ignored the food she had gave him.

Until he ate it because he was hungry and it was his favorites.

He ignored her all throughout his childhood, because he never needed her as much as he did. He saw her as pathetic, but he couldn't help but fuel her pathetic attempts to get him to love her.

He did didn't need her. He didn't need her at all.

Plus, she was well liked. Both women and men liked her. But sometimes those men that liked her too much got on his nerves to the point of threatening them into silence. She didn't need him, she wanted him. And he didn't need her as well.

But he thought he felt something when he met Alina for the first time. But later, he realized it was nothing more than curiosity. But whenever he was around (y/n), there was always a feeling that he didn't know what it was, but always put it off, until it came creeping onto him whenever he was with Alina.

It was clear she was jealous of (y/n) and her life, so she had tried to mimic her. Her cheery attitude, beautiful smile, and her happy-go-lucky demeanor, even though he could tell that she was nothing more than hollow shell of an impression. She did all these things so that he could pay attention to her. But Alina was worse than (y/n).

Her personality and character are terrible.

She always seemed to get into fights with the other women. Whether petty drama or something a tad bit more serious. She had always seem to never get along with them. Unlike (y/n).

She was terrible at any financial things. Counting money properly, distributing money equally, and figuring out the budget. Unlike (y/n)

She had always seemed to look at others as if she was better than them. Often subtly bragging a new pendant, earrings, bracelet, shoes, dress, or hair accessories. Unlike (y/n)

Her tea was awful to drink. She always stepped on someone's toes for no good reason. Her embroidery was lackluster. Her paintings, a clear imitation. Unlike (y/n).

He remembered a time where (y/n)'s tea was bitter, when she stepped on someone's feet while dancing, when her paintings were dull, and when she had a hard time managing money. It was absolutely a clumsy and nerve-racking time. But slowly, it had shown improvement, unlike Alina's tea.

All of these hobbies that Alina had picked up and all of her personal quirks have cause him to realize one thing.

He would never look her way.

He picked Alina because he thought he could finally drive (y/n) away from her antics and say he is not interested in her at all.

When he went to the royal ball and was dancing with Alina, all he could ever think of was how (y/n) would react in the same situation. Her bright smile, cheerful eyes and glowing aura would all be very lovely. He couldn't help but unconsciously smile during the dance, and it seemed to have fueled Alina's determination to take her down.

But now he wonders why he had those thoughts during the dance with Alina.

She had holed up in her manor ever since that royal ball.

Alaric didn't see her. No letter, no snacks, no anything. Nothing had came. He should be elated. Happy. Excited. Joyful.

But all he felt was a big hole. A big empty hole somewhere in his body.

He had thought he had heard her all over the place. "Alaric. You need to stop overworking yourself to death! You might get sick!"

"It's none of your concerns, Lady (l/n)."

"Huh?"

He looked up from his paperwork, only to see his secretary looking at him, confused? "What did you say, Your Grace?"'

He looked down at his paperwork. "Nothing of note."

It happened again when he was reading through the manor's ledgers. "Can I help you with that Alaric? I'm very good with ledgers!"

"It is fine Lady (l/n)."

"Your Grace?"

Once again, he looked up only to see his butler, looking at him confused.

He felt like he was going insane.

He had developed a high fever one day from overworking. His butler called in the family's doctor, and the doctor said to take a break today.

But his fever kept on running, and the maids didn't know what to do. They gave him water that was too hot, his body kept on sweating, and they gave him food too salty for his condition. They were all incompetent when he was sick all of the sudden. And to top it off, his secretary still needed him to do paperwork for the estate.

During his time with his fever, he unconsciously only thought to see one person. (y/n).

He had wanted her to be by his side when he was sick. To take care of him and to see him recover. He wanted her to scold at him for overworking. He wanted to see her happy after he did recover from this fever. He had wanted to see her, no, he felt like he needed to see her.

He slowly opened his eyes as he was asleep for a bit. He thought he saw her in his groggy state. "...(y/n)..?"

Only to finally see clearly. It was Alina. And she looked pissed, but he was even more pissed. "How dare you! How dare you call out the name of that woman when I'm here?!"

He got up and yelled. "GUARDS!"

She got mad. "Oh, now you're calling the guards?! I came here to help you! And this is what I get?!"

He looked at her with contempt. "How did you know I was sick?"

She looked anxious. "The butler told me! He contacted me with a letter! Look!"

She pulled out a messily handwritten letter as people came up towards his room. His secretary and butler came to his side. "Who is this?" his secretary asked.

Alaric's head was banging, but managed to respond. "Lady Thompson. I do not know how she got here."

Alina looked scarred as the secretary called a maid to call the guards. "How did you get in here Lady Thompson?"

"I got here because the butler told me to come here because His Grace is sick!"

The butler looked confused. "I do not recall writing a letter to anyone."

Alina got mad. "Yes you did! I have the evidence!"

She held her letter as the secretary grabbed it out of her hands. "Butler, is this your handwriting?"

The butler fixed his glasses and shook his head. "I do not write this sloppily, even when writing fast."

Alina got even more mad as the guard got up the stairs. "Your Grace?"

"Take her away, and make sure she never sets foot in the estate again."

"Wha..? HEY!" The guards took Alina while she protested. All the servants went back to work as his secretary looked at him. "I will investigate where that letter came from, Your Grace."

Alaric looked at the ceiling as he started to lay down in his bed. "There is no need. But do investigate how she got in here and how she knew. We might have a stalker on our hands if I'm not careful..."

His secretary nodded. "Yes Your Grace, I hope you recover quickly, soon."

All he could do is stare up to the ceiling. Thinking. If (y/n) had done this, maybe he wouldn't had been as mad as he was back there. Maybe he would had enjoyed her trying to fumble out a response of how she knew he was sick. Maybe he would had enjoyed her antics of trying to cure him of his fever.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he slowly fell back asleep, dreaming.

When he had gotten better after 3 days, he immediately went to the (l/n) estate. He didn't know why, but he needed to go there after his fever.

He was led to the garden as he waited for her to get ready. Then he looked around. The garden was filled with flowers. Pink, white, purple, and blue flowers seemed to be her favorite. The servants brought out her favorite tea set. A pink and white ceramic one. He has only seen it every time she had hosted her friends. She only brought out the other tea sets with him.

She looked different. She looked less lively. Her skin looked pale, her eyes a bit puffy and her hands fiddling with the tea cup, nervously.

He had only brought up his purpose at being in at the royal ball with Alina, when she started talking about his shortcomings in their relationship.

How he didn't accompany her to her first ball, didn't look at her for their first dance, and how he always gave an excuse for not wearing matching outfits.

But something came out of his mouth when talking to her. "I had never asked you to do these things, (y/n). I am tired of your antics."

He felt annoyed at her behavior. She got too clingy and annoying now. Bringing up insignificant things. She got annoying in this very moment.

She soon ran away as he left the (l/n) estate.

He wanted to go home and rid his memories of her immature behavior. Hoping that her behavior won't continue again.

A/N: I should do a part 2. But you'll have to wait a while.

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allfearstofallto · 3 months

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Hey girl found your blog and loving it so far

Can I request a yandere alhaitham forcing a marriage while making it seems he is not (does that even make sense 😭)

Hi friend! I could be wrong, but I think you're asking to be gaslit and manipulated. In which case, I got you.

It's What You Wanted

Yandere! Alhaitham x Reader

The papers in front of you had this foreboding energy around them, like you were doing something wrong, even though it was something you agreed to. Or maybe it was the ramifications of them, the papers themselves weren't scary, they were just pages after all, but it was what they meant. What they represented for you.

His name was already signed on one side in his usual neat, cursive penmanship. The other line lay blank, empty, and waiting for your name next. Your name. You. It was just waiting for you to finish it.

“Well?” He questioned into the silence that sat over the both of you. He was always so nonchalant and today was no different. One leg crossed on the other and a book sat over his knee, keeping the pages open for him to begin reading again. He was treating this as if it wasn't a major decision for him, life changing even, but that energy suited his character.

You picked up the pen, but it felt heavy in your hand and you trembled, making you sit it back down, “Don't you think this is a bit of a bad decision, Alhaitham?” You questioned with a little sweat on your brow.

“You're the one who came up with the idea,” he retorted.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but shut it again. What he was talking about was an offhanded comment you'd made at the table a few days ago. After a night of drinking and complaining about having to return home, at the wishes of your mother and father, you drunkenly complained on and on about your problems. Once your term was over at the academia, they expected you to be on your way back home, despite your wishes to stay.

Your parents, being the old fashioned people that they were, wouldn't listen to your word, but the word of your husband? That's what mattered most in the world to them. You muttered something about actually wishing you were married for once, how it'd make it easier for your parents to actually listen to you, but didn't say much else.

You remembered seeing Alhaitham raise an eyebrow over the cover of his book at that and take another small sip of his drink, but other than that, nothing more was said about the comment. Not until now.

“But…would this even be okay with you? This is marriage,” you tried to press the importance of this to him, but his green eyes didn't even seem phased. He was always so hard to read, unless he outright said it, you never knew what he was thinking.

“You want to stay, don't you?” His words made your stomach drop. He was right, you did want to stay. You wanted to live in Sumeru for as long as possible. You wanted to keep studying and learning. You wanted to be close to your friends.

“I do, but…”

“You should just sign it,” he pushed the paper on the table closer to you once more, “It’s better you do this with me than some random guy who'll just use this against you. Think logically.”

You sighed and looked down at the blank space. Your name was to go there, but your hesitance was eating you alive. This didn't feel right. The idea, while a fun one in theory, was one that you wouldn't be able to get yourself out of easily.

Before you had the chance to think about it more, the page was picked up. Your eyes followed it as he held it in his hands and stood from the table. He didn't look at you once as he did this, the lack of acknowledgement making your heart drop to your stomach.

“What are you doing?” You questioned rather hurriedly, surprising even yourself.

“Destroying this,” was all he said, a hint of boredom in his voice again, “It's obvious that you want to go back home with your parents, so there's no reason to keep it around. I can't risk anyone taking it and having my signature.”

The speed at which everything was happening made your mind spiral out of control. All the emotions you were feeling swirled together, crashing inside your head until all that was left was fear. Fear of having to leave, fear of losing your freedom, the fear that your last chance was just going to walk away.

“No! Wait!” You shouted and Alhaitham stopped in his tracks, “I'll- I'll sign it.” The words felt like an anchor on your chest, but you knew they were what you had to do. He was right. You didn't want to go back to your parents.

He placed the page back in front of you, but instead of sitting back down, he stood beside you. His large body hovered over yours, casting a shadow that felt even more ominous. You could feel the heat coming off of him making your skin prickle up with goosebumps.

Alhaitham picked up the pen for you, his touch was gentle as he handed it to you. His finger tips brushed across yours, his touch lingering a bit longer than it should've.

Your hand shook the entire time you wrote. Your name was scribbled, but it was yours. You'd signed it. You thought you'd breathe a sigh of relief, of joy knowing that you'd done it, you'd secured your freedom, but instead you still felt that suffocating pressure.

He picked the paper up before you could change your mind, “I'll get this registered,”

“But we'll get it annulled after talking to my parents, right?” You asked a bit neverously, a feeling of dread sinking it.

“Sure,” he responded, it sounded like his usual monotone voice or at least he was trying to make it seem that way. He was still facing away from you, so you didn't know for sure, but a part of you could swear you were hearing a smirk in his voice.

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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Father, I don't want this Marriage!

Disappointed in you...

Father, I don't want this marriage! dating Hcs

#manhwa x reader #x reader #yandere! father i don't want to get married x reader #father i don't want to get married x y/n #father i don't want this marriage x reader #father i don't want to get married #jubelian floyen x reader #juvelian floyen x reader #maxmillion ashet x reader #maximilian kasin ashet #regis adri floyen x reader #regis floyen x reader #regis floyen

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lyomeii · 2 years

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Yandere Regis Floyen

->warnings: yandere themes, blackmailing?, manipulation(?), tag me if i need to add more

->request by anon! Can I ask some gen hc with regis and max from father I don't want this marriage?

->a/n: sorry for take so long on this, since tumblr delete both of my drafts, i will post regis today and max tomorrow ( or today if i finished him ), for now, enjoy it~

-> his wife died a little after jubellian was born, and of course, his heart was broken but he stayed stronger to raised his little girl

-> and how he met you, the new babysitter who was recently hire by the headmaid, a sweet soul he could say, with your gentle touch on jubellian and smiles makes the little girl laugh more than the usual

-> when he couldn’t take care of jubellian, you were there, holding her little hands with happiness, he felt his cheeks warmth, seeing his daughter interact with you remembering the family he once wished to had, maybe you could help with that

-> took him a while to convence himself about his true feelings, and when does that, he confess his feelings to you during the tea time with his daughter causing a few problems

-> jubellian loves you and she is so happy that you are going to be her new mother/father but you don’t, you never felt anything for regis but a boss-employee relationship but you promised yourself to never make the little girl cry, so you accepted

-> and the second problem is the others servants in the household, they enjoy the new atmosphere and they hope to never return to the previous one

-> and the third being the fact he is a duke, someone who can easily find anything about you, your family, connections, and use it againt you, he didn’t let much a choice, didn’t he?

-> in a couple of weeks, you were married to regis, becoming the new duchess Floyen and now jubellian is you daughter, what a delightful live you now have

-> and regis is willing to kill and destroy anything or anyone to keep it that way

Your new life!

-> nothing much didn’t really change, you still care of jubellian, the difference is that you are now married to her father

-> regis makes sure you are never actually alone, when he is busy with his works, maids and sometimes knights watch you and serve you whatever you need

-> and when regis has time, he makes sure to spend with you and jubellian, according to him, you three need good memories

-> in balls and anything relating to other nobles, regis doesn’t let you get away from his eyes, he already lost amelia, he can’t lost you now

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

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d10nsaint · 10 months

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EAT YOUR YOUNG — Regis Floyen

SUMMARY: request here. literally been so long since i continued this AU, but here you go :)

A few weeks after one of Regis’ visits, your stomach felt horrible.

You decided it was just a stomach bug, maybe your corset had been too tight—of course, until you’re spending an evening at the Floyen duchy with Regis and Amelia when you suddenly passed out.

When you woke up, you were in a guest bed and you could hear Regis and Amelia arguing outside of the door. The doctor by your side told you that you were pregnant—which made you want to pass out again.

Even though you were in the bed, you could clearly hear regis and Amelia’s argument— about how she felt as if he was the father of your child, and Regis calmly denying.

He knew he was the father. Why is he denying it? Is he not going to provide for your baby?

You bit your nail in anticipation. After a few minutes of thinking, you slowly got out of bed, thinking of a plausible lie to ease Amelia—and the nobles. You werent a commoner, so things like this could ruin you.

You took a deep breath of air as the arguing died down and you sat back at the foot of your bed. Regis walked in, looking disturbed and solemn. He knew he was the father. There was nobody else you had eyes for, so who else?

He dismissed the doctor and sat next to you in silence. After a few moments, you couldn’t help but ask.

“How the hell are you going to fix this?”

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itsmearia01 · 4 months

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Past Love || Prolog

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Itadori's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. (btw, here Sukuna is considered as king and you considered as the queen) And there are some OCs that I added to add more drama. Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 1

Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. You don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

(Y/N) (L/N) or now known as Ryomen Sukuna's wife. That night was a wedding between you and Sukuna. Your father, who is the only parent you have now, is the figure behind all of this. It all started with him make you engaged to hundred year old demon when you were 12 years old. And now you are 18 years old, which means it's time to get married.

Many important people come, make you have to smile throughout the event. And when it all ends, that night you ended up at your bedroom alone. You reflect on all the things happened.

They think you're happy, they all think you love him. All this time you have to act like you can't live without Sukuna. You have to act like you love him. No, of course you don't love him. You admit he's quite hot, but he's not your type. You don't like mean, psychopathic men. You like gentle and loving men.

Your father always forced you to be obsessive with Sukuna and act like you love him. So you always hurting women who tease him because your father told you to. But you can't do much if Sukuna wants those women. So you are the antagonist.

You're 100% sure he's with one of his mistresses now. As the first wife of Ryomen Sukuna, everyone is sorry for you because he likes to sleep with other women. But you don't mind it, you don't care. But THEY CARE, those who think you love him.

"What should I say to your majesty?"

You hear the waiters talking behind the wall, you start to focus on listening.

"Did lord Sukuna slept with his lover?" Ask someone you recognize as your personal guard now. "Yes. I have to immediately bring this dinner to queen (Y/N)."

Not long after the conversation ended, your bedroom door was opened. "excuse me queen, this is your dinner." He said while put down the tray of your dinner. "Thank you, did he slept with his mistress?" you ask.

The butler raised his head, looking at you with pitying eyes. "I-That's right, Your Highness." he answered nervously. You sighed and told him to leave. Before leaving the room, he look at you with pity once again.

Several months passed, nothing special. He always looks at you disgusted, because he also thinks you're obsessed with him. When you meet Sukuna, he always with his concubines and those concubines always grin at you.

You have to be patient, this is for your family.

That day, he suddenly call you and everyone to the great hall. He was with a woman as usual, but something was different.

"I want to make this women, as my first wife." He said. Everyone was shocked. Because if he wants to make that woman his first wife, it means that she will replace your position. You saw the woman smiling innocently, but you can see her grin.

Because Sukuna wanted to make that woman his first wife, all support for you disappeared and turned to that woman. After your father investigated the woman named Yurika Sato, a illegitimate daughter of a lowly noble who went bankrupt.

The thing that made he attracted to her was because of her innocence. Sukuna really likes innocent women and really hates rude women like you. And just as you'd think, Sukuna will eventually replace you and take Yurika as his first wife.

But you realize this is your chance to escape. You tell your father that you will run away and he agrees. Just in time for the wedding between Sukuna and Yurika, you packed up your things and leave a farewell note. Finally, after everything Sukuna did to you from betrayal, his harsh words, and other acts of cruelty that you received from him, you are finally free.

You and your father still communicating by letter and he bought you a house that is not big but still very nice. Now you live in a village and sell cakes you make by yourself.

Until one day something special happens in your life. At that time you were walking around in the market suddenly you hit bye someone and fell. When you look at that person it was a tall handsome man.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." He says. Reaching out his hand to help you up. And that's when you were get to know to him. It was strange that an aristocratic family name was used by a commoner like him. You were suspicious, but you were a person who believed easily when he said that he completely unrelated to nobles, he happened to share the same last name.

He work as a doctor in this village.

Months have passed and now you know him better, you start developed romantic feelings for each other.

One day he proposed to you and you happily accepted. It's been a month since you were married and you read a letter from your father explaining that the capital in chaos. There are so many evil curses attacking everything around.

You want to go there, but hampered by your body feeling unwell. You keep feeling nauseous and vomiting, your menstruation hasn't come since a month ago. You finally checked secretly with other doctors in the village. Unfortunately, it took a few days to find out.

Three days have passed and there is still no news about the results. Due to getting another letter from your father and worrying about him, you finally decide to go to the capital that day without your husband knowing.

But you don't realize that will be where it ends. You didn't find your father at your family's residence, and you immediately went to Sukuna's residence. You find your father fighting a curse and behind him is Sukuna. When your father neglects to help the others, sukuna who somehow looks very weak is attacked by a special grade curse.

Time went fast, you ran trying to protect Sukuna's body and in the end the curse attack hit your stomach. You lay down weakly and heard screams of your father, Sukuna, and your husband who somehow were there. You see them approaching you and screaming for someone to heal you. And what surprised you the most was when your husband shouted, "SHE'S PREGNANT!"

It's too late. You was already unconscious and fell asleep forever.

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"HAH- HAH- HAH."

You wake up from your sleep, the dream is again in your mind. You quickly looked at the time and realized that you would be late for school. You hurry up and get ready for school. Go downstairs and find your father and sibling eating in the dining room.

You grabbed a loaf and rushed out of the house ignoring your father's screams telling you to come back.

And this is your life now, (Y/N) (L/N) the only one daughter of a rich family which has one of the most successful companies in the world.

On the way to school, you keep imagining the dreams you've had every day since you were 12 years old until now. No matter how much you deny it, You know that it's not just a dream but an incident that happened in the past. Maybe it was your past life.

To be continued

A/N : Hello! This is the end of the prologue, once again English is not my first language, btw your family won't be featured much in the next chapters, so it's okay if you don't have any siblings to imagine in the story. Sorry if there are any wrong words. I feel it's too long for prolog, so I'm sorry but hope you like this story and waiting for the first chapter! Banners credit to @cafekitsune !

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ladyempty · 17 days

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Yan! Maegor Targaryen x Wife!Reader

° | !English is not my first language!|

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. |

You were certainly a cursed woman for arousing the almost immediate interest of the cruel king after his bloodthirsty ascension to the throne.

Maegor already had three wives at that time, two wives he liked and one he despised with increasing hatred.

But you were different, it was an overwhelming feeling that caught you off guard in the first contacts.

There was something fascinating to the king in his every little gesture and movement. Her so easily adorable personality and impeccable looks.

So this was love? This flame that burns without being seen? That feeling he despised when bards sang softly on banquettes and celebrations, and now it had taken over his body.

Already convinced of the strength of his feelings, the king did not delay in a proper court, he thought he had already made his obvious interest clear. The king's way of showing interest was something... Peculiar... Certainly constantly chasing you, ordering guards to follow you and always so fixedly analyzing your slightest movement, it wasn't the most gallant way.

In any case, the engagement was not long in consideration, with Maegor coldly threatening you father:

"I will have your hand beheaded or I will have your daughter's hand in marriage" His tone was as cold as the blade of his sword held firmly at his hip.

The wedding was only in Valerian traditions, the king's warm crimson blood mingling with his own and the taste of copper on his lips.

Maegor would never stoop to marrying in the faith of the seven. An action that only caused more chaos and anger from the religious.

The wedding night was certainly not a fairy tale. The king was focused on creating an heir and finally freely exploring his body. His touches were rough, strong and not at all gentle.

You better not consider moontea...

As a husband, Maegor is not the kindest. His displays of affection are not delicate and he does not demonstrate his love through words at all.

But compared to his treatment of other people, he is much softer on you.

He will still punish you if you disobey his numerous and strict rules.

Jealous and possessive are an understatement to describe feelings and behavior. You are His in every aspect of the word. Your body and soul belong to him and him alone. And not even his other wives have the right to take their You attention away from him. Your world should revolve around him the same way his world revolves around you.

Maegor is simply crazy about you, he loves you in a way he's never loved anyone else, even if it was in a distorted way, he doesn't want anyone to get close to you, touch you or even breathe and look in your direction. Anyone who approaches you will regret it bitterly when the blade of your sword pierces the person's neck without mercy.

He admired strength... But you couldn't get hurt, he liked your bravery, but there is no way he will allow you to get hurt. Never.

Maegor will not change your reason if you don't trust him. He will even think you are smart. For a while. After your patience runs out, he will simply demand your complete trust in him.

"I am your lord husband, who is more deserving of your trust than me?"

And things only got worse after Alys's deformed stillbirth...

Tyanna's whispers in her ear about infidelity and the child being nothing more than a bastard only served to increase her paranoia. The mere thought of you cheating on him was enough to make him simply lose his mind.

He imprisoned you in your private chambers, no one was allowed to enter unless authorized by the king. Guards guarded the door to his quarters.

Then, in an act of desperation, Maegor took three wives at once. But all three had deformed stillbirths just like Alys… Tyanna had lied and the king simply didn't know what else to do. He was desperate for the first time in his life.

But like a ray of light... Were you pregnant? For the first time in almost decades... Maegor smiled widely.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 7 months

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Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husand x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

Hold your horses, we're going to wattpad territory here.

I went back to reading the cliche runaway wife or stranger with them being pregnant from their one night stand with a CEO and I must say, it's making me really nostalgic.

As a small gift for myself, I'm using the name of my CEO protagonist on the novel I wrote, and his background... Actually, the whole story for this one will be just my novel's. Self plagiarism, if you will lol. There are quite the big alterations, but that's for me to know, and for you to skim over.

So, let's unlock a hidden memory especially for previous wattpad girlies, shall we?

Pause though, this is my 3rd pregnancy fic. I hate myself.

Yandere! CEO name: Iñigo Dragonov

"Father, I seriously do not need your input in my marriage!"

"You will marry the Smith's daughter and that's final!"

"But why?! I'm content with living by myself and flourishing the company! I do not need a wife!"

"How about a husband then?"

"No wives, no husbands, no spouses!"

Allastor frowned. He knew that his son is not one for romance, but he dated a handful of people, also slept around sometimes. But for the sake of his son, who is workaholic to the point he's forgetting about his health, he needs someone who would be there for him.

"Son, if you don't marry the Smith's daughter, i'm afraid I have to get back the company."

Iñigo clenched his teeth. His jaw ticking as he looked at his father with wide, feral eyes.

"You won't do that. You already gave the company to me!"

"Yes, but I will take the company back. And you know I can pull strings like no other."

That's how Iñigo married you, the Smith's daughter.

Dragonov group of Companies. Just the name itself sent shivers down the spines of aspiring and even well off businesses. They're ruthless, and dominated almost every possible market. Textile, food industry, hotels, even schools. Name it, and they'll have it.

So, with the Smith Corp being the leading company in the Fashion industry, and the Dragonov looking to integrate themselves in Fashion and not just textile, Allastor decided to have this arrangement. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

Inigo Dragonov. The perfect man and the perfect bachelor. Rich, handsome, reliable, he's someone who's a bonafide genius when it comes to business. Almost his every investment have such huge profits, and never a lost.

So why was he so adamant about marrying when it's a good strategy in order to get into fashion?

He has always thought of marriage as something so restraining. Something that weighs such a workaholic like him down. He never even thought of marrying unless his father and mother mentions it.

So when his eyes laid on you, he sneered in his heart.

He doesn't want you at all.

He's always finding faults in you.

"Why do you look so frumpy? I thought your company focuses on fashion?"

"Stand up straight. Your slouching is unsightly."

"Will you get out of my sight? Don't you have any work to do? Don't be lazy."

His words never, ever dripped of affection, only vile words of nitpicking came out.

You were tired of it. Sick and tired.

Yet you did your best to always serve your husband in all aspects. Affection, taking care of him, even intimacy. After all, he's still the one to put food on your plate. Not just any food also, but luxurious ones.

But the empty feeling on your heart persisted. You don't want this at all.

So with a heavy heart, you decided to divorce him.

As you predicted, he didn't care. He signed it, and you left the chateau.

But as Iñigo relished in the fact that he's now a single man once more and can focus on his work, you knew something he didn't.

You touched your womb.

"I'm going to take care of you myself, baby." You whispered to the unborn child on your stomach.

Iñigo clocked out of his office and sighed, feeling the tiredness cloak his body.

He felt empty. Really empty.

At first, he felt such a deep satisfaction that he can finish the job easier without you around.

Every time he comes home, nobody will pester him to eat, to take care of himself.

Nobody nosey to ask him about his day, nobody to annoy him by kissing him on the cheek...

Something invisible gripped his heart as he groaned and took off his suit jacket.

"Tedious."

He slowly walked towards the dining room and sat down at the head of the table. He started eating his dinner, feeling the emptiness reside the giant mansion.

Was his chateau always this big?

He looked over to the seat to his left where you usually sat down.

He can see the faint image of you in his memories, talking about your day and job, that he painfully ignored.

He remembered how your lips would always twitch as it fought back a frown from his lack of response.

He would watch you go silent and finish your meal quickly, before waiting for him to finish so that you could bring the plates back to the kitchen.

He would remember your tired sighs and fervent glances at him.

He went upstairs, wanting to take a shower.

The room you shared with him was now devoid of your personal touch, just leaving with a dark and modern aesthetic that looked like it was from a display in a furniture shop. It was professional, too professional.

He looked over where your vanity was once was. Now there's just an armchair and a lamp that he never really used.

He got to the bathroom and what was once filled with your bathroom essentials. Now, it was just his shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and paste, and other basic needs tucked away.

And as he went under the shower, tears started to leak from his eyes, regret gnawing at his heart.

He never realized how much he loved you.

He never realized that the reason why he was so critical of you was that he was trying to distance himself from you.

He never realized that your presence was a constant peace in his fast paced life, and that you were a part of his routine.

And now that you're gone...

He gripped his wrist, a bruise forming.

And that was his daily routine a year after your divorce.

And now, two years later, he was still the same.

On the outside, he looked fine and dandy, but deep inside, he's only a broken husk of a man that he never dared to repair.

He thinks he deserved this as punishment.

But then, in those years, he felt that he needed you to come back.

Yes, he's punishing himself, but he needed you still.

He misses your touch,

Your warmth,

Your care.

Your... Love?

Did you love him?

Or is it out of responsibly?

Bah, he doesn't care.

He loves you, and that was enough.

A knock came from the door and his CFO, and his best friend, Oliver, got inside.

"Here you have it. This week's report of activities of Miss Smith--"

"Mrs. Dragonov."

Oliver sighed.

"yes, Mrs. Dragonov, this is the week's report of Mrs. Dragonov."

Iñigo nodded in satisfaction and waved Oliver goodbye.

He opened the enveloped and his eyes widened. You were back from New Zealand. This was great news! He could talk to you. Maybe coax you into coming back.

Iñigo grabbed his key and opened a door at the back of his office and smiled at the inside. Inside was a perfect replica of your old office when you were still married to him. The only difference is that wall to wall was plastered of your face, taken by his private investigators. On the vanity, which was once in his room, have a picture of you, and your twins with him.

He smirked lazily, sitting down on the chair as he kissed your face on the picture frame.

His stormy dark eyes were bent a bit, his gaze filled with so much longing and regret.

"I'll take back what's mine." He whispered.

"and I'll do everything and use everything at my disposal to get you back." Iñigo declared, looking at his children.

"And I mean everything."

"We need to do this."

"Tsk. Why would I? I'm perfectly capable of myself."

"We both can't deny the fact that they need me. You need me."

".... Okay."

" But in one condition."

"What is it?"

"You need to marry me."

You blinked, not getting this absurd situation at all. Marriage again? But why?

Seeing your confused face, Iñigo grabbed your hand gently and squeezed them.

"Sweetheart, you don't want our children to grow up ridiculed, right? What would the people say if they saw our children with no father?" Iñigo started to whisper, coaxing you into seeing his perspective. "I am willing to provide the support you need."

You shook your head.

"But I can provide that myself. I am rich also, so that support means nothing."

Iñigo gritted his teeth and held you tightly once more.

"What will an incomplete family do to our children? Won't they question my absence? Besides, a father is a crucial role one must be filled no matter what. And I'm fully intending to be present at all." He coaxed you, whispering words of promises he wants to fulfil. "There are studies out there that an incomplete family slows down children's development."

He continued to try and let you see his perspective.

"With my influence, nobody can touch you and the children. I promise, I won't be an asshole again and ridicule you. I am so sorry for saying those things." Iñigo whispered as tears filled his eyes. "I regretted all of those. Every single day since you left, I felt like a husk, I know something was wrong, and that I was that something. I hurt someone so precious to me."

Why would he need to dirty his hands when his words and acting skills were enough to persuade you?

Iñigo knelt down, hugging your waist, begging, groveling for you to come back.

And when he saw your resolve crack in front of him, he hid his smirk as he continued to sob in front of you.

His words were working.

Besides, he knows the children were your soft spot.

He was thankful for the existence of your children. If not, he'll probably resort to... Extreme ways just to get you back.

Maybe like, making your company bankrupt with him the only lifeline left.

But now, he held your waist tightly, listening to your words as you gave up trying to fight his logic.

You were his.

And you will continue to be his,

Until death do you part.

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