Synopsis: You’re a witch known for making love potions. They're fake. The reviews are real. Your track record? Immaculate. Until a duke walks in, covered in blood, and demands you reverse the spell you cast on him.
You didn't cast anything.
He doesn't care.
And now you live in his mansion.
Love Potion or Love at First Sight?
"Are you sure this is it?"
"Yes yes! This is the love potion. Now pay up or leave because I have other customers to attend to!"
You groan at the woman hesitating in front of you, wasting your time.
You're an infamous witch known in the black market for selling all types of spells and potions for a hefty sum.
Your most popular item? The love potion.
Which is actually just… an aphrodisiac.
But after selling 170 potions? You've only ever received positive reviews. All from noblewomen, lovestruck and happy with the results.
What can you say? You've always known men to be lustful creatures, barren from emotions. After selling a 170 with zero bad reviews? Your ideology is proven correct.
"Are you sure it works?" the woman whispers.
"100% customer satisfaction guaranteed!"
She still looks nervous.
"And if it doesn't work, you can come back and I'll give double your money back as refund."
The woman nods, pays with a pouch of gold coins, then leaves.
Another positive review, you think to yourself confidently, already marking this as your 171st success.
…
You just didn’t expect your first bad review to appear right in front of your face.
The door slams open.
A man stands in your doorway. With black hair and red eyes; blood plastered across his face, clothes, and most importantly his sword.
"So," The bloody man starts, one hand going up to wipe some blood off his face. “You're the witch selling cheap love elixirs all over the market?”
You don’t answer, your hand sliding toward the defense charm under your counter instead.
Because this wasn’t just any man, this was the war-crazed duke feared by all of society.
"You better pay for this."
…Guess you'll be closing the shop for a while.
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And… you've been working at his mansion ever since.
Tasked with reversing whatever spell you supposedly casted on him. Despite all your protests, swearing up and down that you never did anything.
He doesn't believe you.
He won't believe you.
Because how else do you explain what he felt when he walked into your shop? That made his sword hand waver and his heart stutter, and his threats turn into something softer?
Obviously, you’ve cursed him. There was no need to investigate this any further, nor did he feel the need to tell you about all these symptoms.
So now you're stuck in a massive estate with a madman who thinks you cursed him, brewing antidote after antidote, watching nothing work.
You could only curse that woman, muttering bitter insults under your breath.
The one who bought the potion and slipped it to him. The one who left you with this mess and then promptly left this world, if the blood on his sword was any indication.
Damn her.
What the hell did she see in this man anyway?
Because here's the thing you're learning, piece by piece. The duke? He's not just some nobleman. He's the nobleman. The one everyone whispers about, who keeps a dungeon beneath the east wing and a graveyard in the west garden. (Allegedly.)
The madman of high society.
If only you'd known he was the target that woman was after, you would've never sold her that potion. Never agreed to the commission or opened your stupid mouth about the satisfaction guarantee!!
But you didn't know.
And now you're stuck with the aftermath…
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At first, the madman kept you confined to a workspace somewhere within the mansion.
Close enough to monitor. Far enough to ignore.
Then, he started calling for you more often. Checking on your progress. Standing just a little too close while you worked. Watching you with scrutinizing red eyes.
And then, he started sticking around you 24/7, following you from room to room like some clingy puppy who couldn't bear for you to leave his sight.
Even that wasn’t enough. At some point, you stopped being assigned a room at all.
Wherever he was… that became your workspace.
You’d turn around and he’d be there.
In the doorway. Behind you. Leaning against the wall like he’d been there the whole time.
Like he had nowhere else to be. Don’t dukes have better things to do? Go tend to your paperwork or something!!
Through it all, he's never kind. Still angry, demanding, and barking orders about reversing the damn spell.
But he never hurts you.
His threats are loud. And his hands are rough, just like his voice that could shatter glass.
But you've started to notice something.
He always stops. It’s all bark but no bite…
And it becomes a routine.
You work. He watches. You brew. He hovers. You try to leave. He blocks the door.
At some point, he has you working in his bedroom.
No, like, actually. He stooped to this level of stupidity, needing allowing you to stay in his chambers at night.
He's sleeping on the bed and you have to sit beside him. On the floor. With your books and your herbs and your constantly dying patience.
You don't know when this became normal.
You hate that it feels normal.
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Tonight, you try to get up.
His hand immediately shoots out to grab your wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You don't flinch anymore. The first few times, you did. Now? You just sigh.
"I'm trying to study for a reverse spell. Or a cure. For you, remember?"
"Stay."
His voice is flat. Unreasonable. Like he's not even considering the possibility of you leaving.
"I can't work if I'm stuck by your side, Your Grace."
"Leave and I'll rip your throat out."
You've heard this before. It had you frozen and crying the first few times, but then you realized…
He never follows through.
Not with you.
"Your Grace," you say, calm as anything, "you can't do that. Who will reverse your spell if not the caster?"
His jaw tightens, though the grip on your wrist doesn't loosen.
But he knows you're right.
He's quiet for a long moment, thinking. And you can see the exact second he shifts tactics.
"Then I'll slit the throats of all the guards outside who allow you to leave this room."
"…I'm sat."
You sit back down on the floor. Head leaning against the bed where his hand lingers limbly. Sometimes brushing your hair unconsciously, like it was to make sure you were still there.
And you work on the spell in his chambers all night long. Barely getting a blink of sleep.
He, on the other hand?
Dead to the world.
The madman who threatened to rip your throat out twenty minutes ago is now curled up on his ridiculous silk sheets, snoring softly.
His face is slack and peaceful. Innocent in a way that makes you want to throw a pillow at his head.
You've noticed this before. The way his eyes get heavy when you're nearby, how his shoulders drop when you enter the room. And the way his threats get lazier the longer you stay.
At first, you thought it was the potion's side effects.
Now you're starting to think he just… can't sleep without you.
Which is not your problem. You didn't sign up to be a nobleman's sleeping charm. You're a witch. A busy one! One who is currently being held against her will in a mansion that smells too much like old money and fresh blood.
And yet… Here you are, watching him sleep.
Because if you move, he wakes up. And if he wakes up, he gets grumpy. And if he gets grumpy, he threatens to kill someone.
Usually the guards.
You've started to feel kind of bad for the guards.
"I hope you wake up with a stiff neck," you mutter, dipping your quill in ink. "I hope you stub your toes when you wake up. I hope your breakfast is cold and your tea is bitter and your horse steps on your foot."
His lips curl up softly. Like you're singing him a lullaby.
Your quill scratches to a halt.
"…I hope you dream about spiders," you try, weaker this time.
His smile deepens.
He doesn't wake up. He just… rests. Still peaceful and content. Like your curses are the sweetest words he's ever heard.
You stare at him.
Then you look down at your notes, page full of failed antidotes and useless counter-spells. A truth you’ve been avoiding for a while manifests to the surface of your mind once again.
Nothing is wrong with him.
The potion didn't work.
He's just like this.
You set down the quill to press your palms to your eyes.
And wonder, for the thousandth time, what in the hell you did to deserve this.
Maybe its time you suggest a psychiatrist.
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Little did both of you know.
The potion didn't work on him.
It never could have. Years of assassination attempts had made his body resistant to poisons, potions, drugs… Basically anything ingested.
The drink that woman slipped him? It passed through his system like water. Barely a flicker of discomfort, a vague pulling in his chest that he dismissed as irritation.
He came to your shop that day ready to kill the witch who made it.
Not because the potion had affected him. But because he was annoyed.
Someone had tried to enchant him. Someone had failed. And he wanted to make an example of the person responsible.
Until he saw you.
And something in his chest pulled again.
Not the potion, that was already gone.
Something else he didn’t have a name for.
He still doesn't have a name for it. He calls it a curse. A spell. Your fault.
…
It's not.
He was just love-struck at first sight.
And he's been falling harder and harder with each day that passes.
Deep in his sleep, one thought surfaces in his mind.
The art does not belong to me I found it on pintrest again,the art belongs to this artist, go check him out
warning: bro may be yandere/toxic, reader ignore red flags (like how I avoid addmath) , angst , glory , kinda expected twist... , more maybe trmatazing shits, this is more on ancient Chinese theme, 3rd person pov, trust the process, suicidal, heavily chinese theme as hell I repeat again(my english been getting worst)
Both of you were born on the same day inside the palace. The difference is that you were born in your mother's small chamber. She was just one of the servants to a concubine, a lowly status. The consort was kind enough to send a doctor to help her give birth to you, while the consort went to witness the empress's birth.
She gave birth to a healthy prince. on the other hand, your mother died from labour, and you were born unhealthily; you could barely even breathe within a few hours.
But luckily, your mother's mistress, the consort Xin Qi she served, decided to adopt you. For a reason, out of pure pity, that her favorite maid who had served her since she entered that palace, her truly trusted friend, somehow caught the attention of that emperor at one of the meetings, and one thing led to another...
The first time you both met was when you were 6 years old at the palace garden, you were feeding the fish in the pond when he accidently ran into you, causing you to fall into the pond.
You struggle to breathe while the water feels like it's trying to drag you down, and this sense causes the boy to panic and scream for help.
Luckily, one of the servants is brave enough to jump into the pond to save you. You were immediately sent back to your chamber to rest while the doctors were on their way.
But some odd reasons the boy decided to stay by your side, watching as your maid carried you, rushing back to your chamber.He couldn't describe the gut feeling for the first time he felt worry??I mean, he shouldn't really be since it's just a random girl in the garden who knows who she belongs to, even if she were one of the concubines' daughters, he wouldn't have any consequences. I mean, after all, he was quite literally spoiled rotten; he didn't even have to dress himself or feed himself as all his servants would be there any moment he needed.
Before his birth, the emperor even said to himself if his dear empress gave birth to a prince, an heir, it would be the next king. That's what you heard from your maid; she even warned you if you met him, you must greet him and agree on anything he proposes, you mustn't protest to him, and blah blah blah, what a brat you think to yourself.
Back to reality, you felt the thick blanket on top of your body while he held your hand from the side. You side-eye him, giving him a confused and weird look.
"You push me-you blind-"
Before you could finish, you were shut by a hand across your mouth.
"Watch your mouth (y/n), his majesty is the crown prince. Forgive him, my majesty, she's just not used to a stranger being here hehe...."she then laughed awkwardly.
But he suddenly grabs your hand and apologizes
"I'm sorry i didn't mean to gege sorry gege muchen can take care of you-"
Yeah, the first interaction wasn't the best. You expected him to be more of a brat and rude but nope for some reason, he was...kind to you I mean he would sneak good treats and foods for you, would play with you, tell you what he learns and even teach you some, unlike the consort who only taught you how to become a proper and likeable lady.
But it's still weird for you that he would only treat you nicely, and it was obvious like he loved petting your head which you of course slap his hand away or hugged. People who walked by, especially those who witnessed that would stare and gossip afterward.
But he can't help it the first time he met he thinks it was the look of love he thinks that you were definitely the one which he confess to you once but you told him that your both to young to even understand the meaning but he just keep believing himself that yep she's the one to my heart and just blind by love.
But back then you didn't take him seriously, I mean come on, you guys were parents to a bunch of rabbits in the palace garden. You do enjoy spending time with him, you couldn't help but feel warm around him as if he's the sun to your moon.
Both of you decide to plant an apricot tree in the palace garden near the pond where you both first met and all , as a cute reminder not only that you can't wait for it to fully gown so that when it blossom you both could enjoy the view under the tree.
But of course, the gossips within the court spread the rumors soon to the whole palace, and the empress found out about it. She then restricted Muchen from seeing you, claiming that you will give no benefit for the palace not only that you're just one of the lowly maid kids that the emperor decide to play with your just a bad influence and distractions for him by telling his servents to keep an eye on him if he was caught hanging out with you. you'll be the one who receives a physical punishment, and he just has to write a whole book of poem.
Does it seem unfair, yes, but the empress doesn't care. She'll never dare to hurt her son; she baby him too much. she also bans you from going out of your chamber for a month. When you heard the new,s you were aboutly horrified.
Now both of you were in a bad situation . he doesn't wish for you to get hurt, especially because of him no never, he would never he rather let the actions be taken upon on him than you. You're just a like a glass lotus so gorgeous and fragile can be broken with one touch or a rude comment.
He did try to send you letters by tying it up on his pet parrot but soon it was found out and you were punished to be beaten by a wooden stick for 20 times.
You swear your limbs were almost broken at the end of it and you had to take a few months just so it could heal back to normal. When muchen heard about this, is was horrified and begged his servants to send you more doctors and others, etcetera that could help you heal faster and in a painless way.
With that in hand, he never dares to interfere with you anymore he fear that he could bring danger and harm to you, which is true.So those how the years went by...
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Both of you have grown into adults now and he was now the newly ascending emperor to his father's throne after his death. Many concubines were buried with him to serve him in the next life which will always be your worst nightmare and horrible fact you know about them.But at least you won't of them, right??
Let's see. Since he's now the emperor, he gets to have access around the palace , and without a doubt, he came to find you on the same day of the coronation.
When he went near your chamber, he heard giggles. That's odd she rarely giggles unless it's from me hmmm, maybe she just grew up now and changed he pushed open the door.
The first thing his eyes landed on was a man.
A MAN in your chamber? Who is he? What is he doing with you in your CHAMBER???
But he couldn't help but glare at you as well, you gown so much now even gorgeous than before so lively, but why? Did that guy make you feel that way??
With his presence in your chamber, both you and your secret lover bow and greet him."Greeting, my lord, what brings you here...?" you ask
"Who's that with you, (y/n)?"
"I'm Jun Jian, one of the soldiers, my lord."
Muchen just hums back, replying before pulling you into his arms, and tells Jun Jian to go. while he spends the afternoon, claiming he just wanted to catch up you believe in him I mean come on, before he was emperor, he already had 4 wives, what's stopping him from having you. You just thought he actually wanted to catch and that he cares about you
of course, there he went and left shutting the door behind him. Not going to lie, you didn't dare to meet his Muchen eyes, was it from shame, fear? You can't figure it out right.Or was it because he caught you in the act with your lover?
Both of you weren't official but you hoped it was if only he wasn't so busy with his duty, but that's what makes you feel attractive by him. He's so hardworking and dedicated, you can't help but fall for that. he would occasionally give you presents, it may not be gold, fine silk ,and other luxury, but you knew he tried he try spending time with you if he wasn't in the battlefield.
But Muchen took advantage of Jun Jian's being a soldier and set him at the front of the battle. From then on, when you heard that from Jun Jia, you were concerned. The fact that the rate of his dying was not risky enough to make you pray every day that he would survive, but now that he is at the front, the rate has skyrocketed. But now you can't do much but pray for the best.
~~
After a few months , there were news that happened within the day
one that could shock you , like meeting a death penalty
and one that could make you feel grateful for god and everything you belive and put faith in.
The good news is that Jun Jian was promoted to become a general of the military .
The bad news is Muchen force you to marry him. it wasn't even an arranged marriage is just one of his nucai who came to your chamber randomly at night and told you the news, this Sunday, you'll have your wedding with the emperor. You were dumbfounded and speechless, you stood there silently for a full minute staring at the nucai .
You wanted to hit him and let your frustration out . but you can't he's just delivery the message not only that you were nobody in the palace your status leave could possible be worst then him , is just the fact you had a personal maid that the pervious consort Xin Qi , your adopted mother have gift for you a week before the emperor die and she was buried along side with him
You hated that rule ever since you heard about it , It's ridiculous how the emperor could decide whether his wives should be buried with him and decide that death would be the same day as his. Even if you love one of the wives, would you choose them to suffer to not continue their lives without yo,u and if they refuse to obey the order,r and drink the poison, they will be tied up and be buried alive. With consort xin qi death adding on to it , this makes your hatred burn even more.
Yes, it's your turn. You enjoy your life in the palace filled with luxury if you are favored by the emperor, but what about the other? He doesn't care; they still have the same sentence. unless he did wrote their name in the emperor's well, then they'll become a nun for the emperor for their whole life after on.
In that week you barely got enough sleep, stressing out about everything you even had a nightmare about it.even seem some of your hair had turn white while staring into the mirror, eyes so dark like inside a well during midnight so dark and quiet could even hear the sound of a needle dropping.
On the day of the wedding, you were dressed in heavy golds and many layers of robes . The pins that were on your hair make you think you even tilt a little to the side, your whole body may follow the direction with it. Last, you were then covered by a red veil that cover your face, while at least this could hide your frowning expression from him for the day.
Then the worst part has arrived, the night. people left both of you at your now new better/spaces chamber. Let's just say that he has been waiting for it , and held you close tightly, leaving bruises like an animal in heat at its mating session. He threw your clothes across the room and one by one took of your pins, letting your hair fall off slowly.
He then ripped of your dudou and tied your hands above your head so that you wouldn't fight him. That night, you weren't screaming for pleasure but from pain and for help, help that could help you escape from this burning he'll experiment . If only Jun Jian were here to protect you...
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After a few months, you had been promoted to empress, but you were still unhappy, and you found out you were pregnant. how? Why even question when Muchen came into your chamber every night since the marriage started. In the morning, you start puking hard lying there feeling dizzy while your maid tries helping you out, patting your forehead with a cloth and patting your back, about to pass out. When the doctors came to examine your hand, they told you you were pregnant.
Around that time, Jun Jian came back from the military and found out you were now married to the new emperor MuChen, bro went mad and crashed out trash your previous chamber, which is still filled with your stuff. The news that you're pregnant was spread around the palaces, which makes him even more despise you, it's like adding fuel to the fire. He thought you both were serious. Why would you do that to him, knowing that it could hurt him? Maybe it's he's fault for taking it too long and not taking action to make you his, was it his fault?
When you hear jun jian had came back from war you wanted to visit him, not caring it will have other rumors nor other shits. When you came to his counter and found him lying in his bed in the afternoon, you called out to him
"Jun Jian, your back oh how I miss you-"
"(y/n)?I thought you abandoned me, I thought you hated me."
"What!I would never, dear, you knew it."
"Then why? Why did you go and marry him, not me? Was it my fault??"
You tried explaining it to him, but before you could start off, he broke out crying, your heart sank and you went over to try to comfort him. You feel bad that you couldn't defend your love for him, you hated that you had to rely on him, and you feel useless. But now he needed you, but you couldn't do much but comfort him.
Out of the blue, he slammed his lips against your lips. You allow him, you even kiss him back. Both of you knew it was wrong, but it feels right.
Until he ruined it again, Mu Chen came in. You think it's one of your maids who told him where you're heading to, accompanied by the arrival of Jun Jian back here.
But Jun Jian placed you behind him and took out his sword, wanting to kill him for ruining his love for both of you as for justice.MuChen just looked at you both and laughed before calling his other guards to drag him down.
He struggles during the process and slashes some guards during it. The science horrifies you , you don't know if you should help him or stop him what if later one of the gruads accidently kills him, who knows you just sit there on the cold wooden floor witnessing the science in front of you.
After a while, Jun Jian had probably killed 4 guards but was unfortely held down onto the floor and, Muchen told them to put him in jail and strip him from his title as a general. he then came over you even walking above the dead body, just to walk right in front of you.
"Why do you hate me, (y/n) . I tried everything to capture your heart, but you just won't give me a chance? Tell me what he has that I don't, hm?i know I missed out on many years, but that doesn't mean we still can't be together. Still remember the tree that we both planted, we both promised each other right, lotus?"
You don't know what to say, did you do both of them dirty ??? Was it your fault, but but he-then? You were frightened and confused, and he could read it through your expression like reading a book. he then shook his head and chuckled, "Has a cat got your tongue, dear? Don't worry, I told servants to take great care of it. Let us walk there, dear."
You both took a silent walk to the palace garden, it has changed lots since you last came. After the previous ban, you were both from seeing each other, you rarely came to the palace garden, afraid you'll meet him there. Other servants would also enjoy their time there so they're probably snitching without a doubt, just so the empress could notice them,or just to see you both suffer.
The style and pattern of the design have changed, but it's still full of flowers and life, it brings you a little warmth into your heart .he's heart warms up seeing you finally relax a little and not as tense as before.
You both then arrive under the tree, the apricot had blossoms .The flower petals fall down along with the wind while you gently caress the tree trunk, in denial that the time has passed that much. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his hand around your waist.
"Your the only thing i wanted ever since I met you (y/n) , I just hope that you could give me a chance and take my love I gave you seriously ."
"I- but I'm already in love with someone muchen"you finally confess
"But we're married (y/n), there isn't an opinion for you other than give in to my love or don't I just wanted you to understand. But since you finally confess, good girl."
"I no I'm already taken by him, my heart can only be with him."
"Fine then, since you wanted to act like a brat, alright. But you'll still be going to be mine and have my child I may not have your heart but I have you, your soul, and-"
You slap him hard on the face, breathing rapidly. There was a long 5 seconds of silence before he chuckled like always.
"Oh (y/n), you're just so naive, aren't you "he chuckled again and touching your belly before saying, "I can't wait for your belly to swell dear, that's why everyone will know who you belong to.I don't even care if it's a princess or prince, it's made from us. from the seeds I planted inside of you."
When he said the last sentence, it gave you chills and goosebumps. It was like he was always giving you the creeps.You were still curious what would happen to Jun Jian, but didn't ask since you knew he would be in a bad mood again.
~~
After a few days during dinner you got the courage to ask him "what did you do to General Jun Jian?"
"Curious? Let's go and see then."
You hesitated for a moment before getting up and following him. Then reaches the underground jail cells, and when he stops at one of the cells. When you turn your head and see the sense in front of you, you should rather cry, puke, or pass out.
Jun Jian was tied agaisn't a wooden bed in the middle of the cell with one of his legs cut off. There was a pool of dried blood on the wooden bed as well as on the floor. The muscle and bone were cut, and you can even see every detail of it. lord heavens, how is he still alive or was it not you can't really tell if he had closed his eyes and probably fainted from excessive blood loss.
You were bombarded by many emotions that you went crazy and cried and banged the metal bars screaming for him to wake up, you can't he can't just die like that- no please, please be awake you scream out while crying out despite your throat is hurting.
He finally slowly lifted his eyes you scream harder"Jun Jian love, please, i love you- i'm sorry-"
Mu Chen then opened the door to the cell, you flew inside immediately before he could and hugged the upper body of Jun Jian, crying and repeating the word "I'm sorry"
"I love you so much, you don't deserve any of this because of me I'm so sorry, love."
Little did you know, Mu Chen was grabbing a hammer.
Before Jun Jian could even speak out, he was then bash by the hammer, the sense will forever be stuck with you and you know daam well of it. Mu Chen continues to bash his skull open harder each time
You scream at him to stop trying to push and pull him away from Jun Jian's body, but he pushes you away but accidently making you fall, hitting your head on the wall. Before you know it, your stomach was in bad pain and then you fainted.
When you woke up, you didn't have the energy to move or speak; you just stared at the ceiling and blinked at it, but your maid somehow noticed you were awake and told you that you had fainted for two days already.
You just turned your head and told her to go, she was humbled but nodded before she stood up, she told you also had lost your baby mistress, I'm sorry . You scream at him to go out again, when she left you cried out again, blaming yourself for everything if it weren't for you, Jun Jian would still be happily alive with his life , if it weren't for you Mu Chen wouldn't have gone that insane.
Why? Just because you're alive or was it because you met Mu Chen, why did he like me, why did I do to make him so- why just why you did nothing wrong, you try living your life like a normal girl and as a servant did you do something wrong??
You cry all day and night, refusing to go out of your chamber even if the emperor himself muchen your husband, came in trying to force you out of the chamber or feed you food and water, but you stop him from continuing to forcing you by threatening to kill yourself.
With that ability on hand, you realized how stupid you are, you could have just ended it all, why continue living like this, gaining and losing everything? After all, dying is better than continuing to live this burning hell.
You took the advantage of the winter session, during night with heavy snow stroam you sneak out of the chamber and palace and just ran using every last of your energy fore crashing into the heavenly thich snow that's over half your body your're not even sure where you'll at but it looks like heaven with everything white surrounding you.
When Muchen found out you went missing, he sent out half of the palace guards and soldiers to find you, and he will honor anyone that can find you alive; that person will then be promoted to a noble person and will have a wife and a bunch of coins.
But one of the guards found you near the forest frozen to death, when Emperor Muchen heard the news, he shut himself and drown himself in work, rarely visited other concubines/his other wife's chamber only yours, sleeping in your bed and sniffing your old cloth like a creep but he's can't help it.
He even threw you the most luxurious funeral there could been and force the people in the palace to cry about you and about your death as well as forcing everyone to wear black for a month. He also forbade the other concubines to wear your dresses or pins or any jewelry or gold that you own.
In his mind, he's trying to love you, but you refuse because of that stupid jun jian so he gets rid of him so that you can focus on him only but he never thought you would kill yourself rather than being with him, was he that bad to be with...? He questioned himself for many years, if the concubines dare to protest when they make out and he calls your name instead of theirs. They would be sentenced to death, he really can't get you off his mind, even at his deathbed, he still remembers you as clear as day.
He even had a statue of you in his personal chamber garden, which was made of obsidian and pearl.He spoke to you every night. Whispered secrets into your lifeless palm. He told you about the wars he no longer cared to win. About the generals he executed for daring to mention your name. He would even gift you things like a gold necklace to wear around your statue, talking to you saying how much he misses you, He would sometimes even kiss the statue when no ones is there to bother his moment with you. He once kissed it for hours until he passed out drunk at its feet.
He stopped eating for a while. Started carving your poems into his skin. He couldn’t tell dream from memory anymore.
In his will, he wrote that he wished for your coffin to be dug out and be put beside him, and no other concubines would be buried with him. Because he knew that you hated that rule the most since you made in clear to him bad then, and he only wanted you, no one else, only you to serve him or him to serve you . he doesn't care, he just needed you, only you can make him feel alive again.
i know it has been quite a while but I been trying to focus on my studies more I always end up here...anyways I hope u guys love it, like always I try on my grammar and not to repeat the same shit thanks for reading. have a great day diva~.At first I wanted(y/n) to have a female lover like that, but I'm afraid some of y'all ain't into that so yeah, I chose a general instead. Speaking of generals, I'm also writing on one and I hope that I can also publish it...hopefully.... pray for me you guys, if there's anything wrong just tell me alright
yandere!emperor who tests your love for him by having a male escort fuck you as he watches.
if you do as little as moan, orgasm, or even look as though you’re enjoying it, yandere!emperor will fuck you, knees and hands pressed against the lacquered floor of his throne room, his body looming over yours from behind, a hand wrapped around your waist and the other around your throat, holding you in place as he forces you to watch as his guards kill the male escort while his cock thrust into your cunt from behind.
Awkward introduction to Big E (Emperor being an asshole edition)
Little something about this one
I have sooo many ideas about this.Imagine this: the Emperor doesn’t leave you alone.
"Nothing to worry about. My son can always find another wife. I’m allowed to take whatever I want" because he’s a douchebag. Anf then, about a month after that painfully awkward first encounter, a cascade of unbelievable events begins.
Your father, or your closest remaining relative, gets suddenly accused of Heresy. A few days later, an Emperor's decree reaches your primarch. An order. A command to divorce you. After all, it would be so dumb of son of the Emperor to stain his reputation being married to the daughter of a vile heretic.
You are sent to Terra.
Big E mentions that this heretic in her family will be dealt with. That problem, he assures, is already handled.
"But your wife - your wife can still be saved. Let her be brought to Terra, where the best of the best will tear her soul from the claws of Chaos itself. And you, my son, should not worry. Divorce her without hesitation. She must not distract you from your true duties" or some other lame ass excuse
Can you imagine how far this idea could go?What if this is the moment that starts the Heresy?
What if you end up being Lorgar’s wife, and the Emperor's disgusting little move becomes the final proof that he’s only human?
Because it becomes obvious, fast, that there were never any “heretics” in your family.
His father simply gave in to lust and greed, he humiliated his son/sons, yet again. He showed them exactly what they are in his eyes, nothing but machines built for endless war.
And the Emperor? Just a man.
A painfully human man.
Petty. Repulsive. Driven by flesh and it's weakness.
Now picture what this does to the primarchs who still cling to loyalty - Sanguinius, Russ, Guilliman, Fulgrim. How they twist themselves into knots trying to justify it. How it poisons the way they look at him.And then picture the ones for whom you were almost the only close person they had - the twins, Angron, Mortarion. The kind of hatred this would ignite in them. The kind that doesn’t cool down. The kind that only grows.
Imagine what it’s like, realizing the greatest empire in human history is starting to fall apart because someone wanted to fuck you.
hi hi not sure if you're taking request right now but if you are could you make an emperor x reader fic he doesn't get enough love (The Apothecary Diaries)
Antisocial Socialite | The Apothecary Diaries | The Emperor x reader
hi anon!!! not sure if this is what you wanted haha tbh i didn't know the emperor had fans like that LOL - hope you enjoy!
Being a concubine had its perks, ones you cherished dearly. You were able to do as you pleased — granted permission to read freely, access to paper and charcoal, everything you had required to be happy was at your fingertips. The loneliness didn't feel like a drawback either.
The eunuchs that were around the most were instructed merely to keep an eye on the inner workings, ensuring safety and compliance - they wouldn't mess with you as long as you left them alone. Various laundry maids and other inner court ladies kept their heads down around concubines, bowing without a word when passing by or shielded to their corner of the Inner Palace away from those there for the Emperor. Other concubines kept their distance from each other, all technically rivals in the race for the Emperor's heart (and heir).
The only people you would have consistent contact with were ladies-in-waiting, however, being such a low ranking concubine you were barely permitted to have any - there just wasn't the room. That didn't bother you as much as other concubines, always having preferred solitude. It's why the loneliness that came with this position wasn't a problem- wasn't a con against the list of pros.
Pro:
- Everyone leaves you alone.
That may not be worthy enough to be at the very top of the list (and you're sure other concubines wouldn't have it under the same category at all) but it was truly your favorite part of this role. Many concubines come from royal or royal-adjacent backgrounds; the more royal, the higher one's rank. These concubines tended to have sour attitudes at the loneliness of the Inner Palace.
It made sense, of course. These ladies were going from likely their family's precious jewel, the center of attention, to just another flower in the garden, never to be picked. You were no exception, hailing from a similar background, doted on previously and given to the Emperor as a sign of goodwill and standing within the court. And, just like the rest of the flowers, you'd slipped by unnoticed: lower ranking royal to lower ranking concubine.
Settling in such a position came so, so easily to you in comparison.
The life you lead before was one you detested, grueling every waking moment as you were pampered and prodded (the pampering wasn't too bad, you suppose) and pushed to and fro. Always on your best behavior, always surrounded by servants or staff, always obligated to smile and do as you're told. Putting on a performance everywhere you went at every hour was exhausting.
Coming to the Rear Palace was nerve-racking at first, assuming that not only would you live the same life shackled to your draining routines but that it would have higher stakes, since the Emperor would be watching your every move. Looking back, you honestly felt a little embarrassed at said assumption. Of course the Emperor wouldn't look your way, he had much more important matters and much more important concubines to tend to.
And very quickly after arrival you were happy. Being the Emperor's concubine granted you the pleasure to call for what you pleased, spending your waking hours with your nose buried in whatever book eunuchs deemed apt and strolling the emptiest parts of the grounds on your own.
Enjoying your time came so easily. You hardly noticed the others in the palace anymore, no longer bothered by maids gossiping with each other about some supposed new eunuch or which concubine the Emperor is taken with most. Ignoring the presence of others was something you became so good at, so much so that you seemed to have done just that to perhaps the only person you shouldn't.
The Emperor finally had a few moments to spare. On this particular day, his workload had slowed, allowing for time to visit his concubines. However, the weather was so nice out, he found himself stopping at a garden in the Rear Palace on his way to visit his flowers. It was rather vast and as colorful as late spring could be, the flowers being only the most vibrant of beauties - just like the Emperor's concubines.
And there one sat, a concubine he couldn't quite place. He must've not called on this particular one, surely a lower rank than he tended to visit. Face buried in a book, the Emperor found himself intrigued at the one before him, deciding to take a seat on the opposite end of the bench.
It was such a nice day out, nary a cloud in the sky but still a small breeze to keep temperatures bearable. You'd decided the current book entrapping you in its words should be enjoyed outside on a fine day such as this, combining your two favorite pastimes of reading and strolling the grounds into one. Could you truly be faulted for falling steadily into the words of an author so charming?
The smile on your face was one you were unaware of, showing itself without your knowledge at the exciting contents of the story. You were flying through this book a little too quickly, almost upset by how the remaining pages seemed to dwindle. To try and combat reaching the ending so soon, you sigh and close the cover, a fingertip slid between the pages to keep your place.
Eyes closed, you let the wind brush past your face, enjoying the serene moment just a second longer. A small breath passes your lips when you open your eyes once again, taken for a moment by the beauty of the flowers - before seeing something in your peripheral vision.
Startled, you turn to see the Emperor himself to your side. Feeling your heart stop momentarily is scary, though even that can't hold a candle to realizing you'd ignored your sudden and very important visitor. This causes you to quickly stand, bowing with your sleeves pulled to cover the bottom half of your face. Neither of you say anything for a moment so you decide to take your leave.
Three days later is when you're called on by the Emperor. Part of you thought he must not have realized who you were that day, having gone so long without greeting him. Hearing from Rear Palace Manager Jinshi while walking about the grounds that the Emperor is waiting on you was startling. You had quickly returned to your chambers, speed walking through the Rear Palace to land at your smaller housing, one befitting a lower rank such as yourself.
Truthfully, you were annoyed when the shiny eunuch had spoken to you. It was invigorating being in your position, finally able to do as you pleased without the drawbacks of constant moderation. You hadn't done anything technically wrong so there was no fear of chastising when you entered your quarters. The worst that would happen is... well, is that he'd gift you away to a foreign envoy, a high ranking noble or a medaled military official. That was a bit scary to think of but you'd come to terms with the reality long ago.
Bowing, your hands clasp in front of your face. "My Lord," comes quietly, a polite greeting as you bow nearly onto one knee. Just because you technically haven't done anything wrong doesn't mean you intend to poke the bear.
The Emperor waves his hand before gesturing to the chair across from him at your small dining table. "Please, sit."
You do just that.
"I thank you for visiting me," you begin, sliding into the seat across from him and pushing down on your skirt with your hands, ensuring the fabric doesn't retain any creases. "Though, if I may ask, to what do I owe the pleasure?" It's the polite version of the why are you here, please get out that thankfully dies on your tongue before you could seal your own casket.
"Am I not allowed to visit my concubines?" He smiles almost teasingly.
A half laugh of "Aha," passes your lips. Honestly, after such a long time isolating yourself and only keeping books for company, you seem to have lost your ability to hold proper conversations. This antisocial behavior may have caused you to metaphorically shoot yourself in the foot. "My apologies, my Lord. I hadn't meant to imply that." Though in your defense, you weren't anticipating an audience with the Emperor. Ever.
"Of course not," the Emperor easily brushes past it, causing you to feel much more at ease. "I came to see you. I was intrigued by your, well, avoidance of me."
"That wasn't on purpose, I swear," you bow your head slightly, not able to fully while seated. "I had been engrossed in the book I was reading at that time. I'm sorry to have offended you." Did that come out right? you find yourself wondering.
The Emperor stares for a moment before tapping the wood top of the table pensively. "Must have been an interesting book."
A curt nod is the best you can give for a reply, feeling a little sheepish as you overthink your apology. The last thing you want is to disgrace your family and leave them with nothing more than your head. And, yeah, your own execution isn't something you're too keen on either.
At said nod, the Emperor stands up. "Tomorrow. We'll have tea together to discuss it. Are you free?"
Quickly, you stand up as well, hands clasped in front of you as you bow. "Of course," you're quick to confirm. Even if you weren't free (which you always are), you'd move whatever else was in the way - everyone would. He's the Emperor.
"Then I'll see you again tomorrow," the Emperor smiles, his words kind as he stands as tall as always. He seems almost excited. It's hard to be sure, his standard content face and proud gait not giving anything away. There's just something about the gleam in his eyes and the way his head tilts slightly back as he leaves that makes you sure of it.
Once again, a single nod had been given in response to him, sleeves pulled up to cover the bottom half of your face as he leaves. The pinch you suddenly tug from your skin doesn't wake you up - there's no way this is a dream. You suppose it's time to finally finish that book.
(Yandere Gladiator x Empress Reader x Yandere Emperor)
Summary: There is no glory in seeing your lover in the arms of another.
(Tw: Gore, Violence, Forced Relationship)
A/N: Guess who watched Gladiator II, hehe 🤭
-unedited-
-The Emperor’s wife is an untainted beauty.
-Despite the blood and death on his hands, the Empress remains pure from his sins.
-With soft luscious lips and unblemished skin, kind doe eyes a beautiful color.
-Draped in white robes, with gold accents. White Gold jewelry adorning her frame. Pearls hanging from her ears and entwined in her hair.
-She has a beautiful smile and kind eyes. Willing to choose mercy over shedding blood.
-Unlike her cruel husband who relishes in it.
-Anyone blessed to be within her radius marvel at her presence. Even more so when she smiles. Be careful not to stare too long, the Emperor is always watching.
-The Empress is beauty incarnate a being coveted by all people. Adored by the citizens of Rome and boasted as the most beautiful woman in the world.
-And the Emperor is a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.
-There are whispers of her divinity and where the Empress hails from.
-Some say she was given to Rome to the Emperor as a gift from the Gods.
-Others argue that she herself is a Goddess who willingly married their glorious Emperor.
-None know the Empress’ origins.
-Except for two people.
-The brutal Emperor of Rome.
-And a Gladiator who knows too much for his own good.
-A man who waits for the next fight he’ll be thrown in. Where he’ll be fighting for his life.
-For the delight and entertainment of others.
-His life matters not, it never did.
-Yet, when he wakes up, when he trains for his fights, and when he goes to sleep. He thinks of you. He lives for you.
-He knows the truth.
-You don’t belong to the Empire of Rome. Or that bastard Emperor.
-You belong to him.
-You were his long ago. When he wasn’t a war broken man torn by the cruelty of others.
-In a land far away from Rome, you both once lived together at peace.
-He’d been a gentle man once. Someone who pined after you in your youths, who’d begged your father for your hand, and had cried when he married you.
-He loves you so much.
-He had never been one for religion but if there were any gods out there, he thanked them sincerely for the life they gave him. One with you.
-Then the Romans came. And they took everything.
-They came with a hunger for blood and conquest. Ready to plunder their lands and take over them.
- They killed his family, his friends, people he had known.
-They did it with bloodthirsty grins. And the one who led them was the cruel Roman Emperor who lived for the violence.
-He killed many while on his black stallion. His sword plunging into innocent people.
-Man or woman, the Emperor didn’t care. He demanded blood and blood he would get.
-It was horrifying the strength of the Emperor as he slaughtered those around him.
- Your husband watched as he committed atrocities.
-There was no mistake, with that monster there, his and your home would be overtaken.
-Him taken a slave to fight in the pits of violence at the Colosseum.
-And you made a slave, owned by someone as an object.
-No. he wouldn’t let that happen.
-Now all he had left was you. And he would die before anyone touched you.
-So he prepared his stallion, picked up your precious form and placed you on the horse. You looked at him with worried eyes, tears slipping down your soft cheeks.
-He’d only look at you with loving eyes. Cupping your lovely face in his large hands.
-He remembered your look of worry as you questioned where would you both go. Your sweet gentle eyes pleading as you made him promise to never leave your side.
-He promised that not even death would separate you both.
-Then, he’d been clubbed upside the head. Pushed to the floor as someone began beating him with an inch of his life. He tried to get up but then another one had shown up with club and struck him in the head.
-Both Roman soldiers jeered as they continued their violent onslaught. He’d almost seen double.
-But what stood out to him was your anguished face.
-Your shrill cries of agony rang out through the air as the love of your life was beaten to a a pulp.
-The stallion had jumped, and pushed you off of its massive body.
-You tumbled to the floor, hitting your back violently.
-With no regard for any injury, you’d quickly jumped up and tried to stop the cruel soldiers from killing your love.
-You’d shove at them yelling out for them to stop. Though to no effect as your smaller form was no match for the mighty guards of the Roman Army.
-One of them had only sneered at you before delivering a backhand to your face.
-You fell on your side, your nose bleeding from the impact.
-You quickly got up and clung to a guard’s leg as you begged for them to spare your husband.
-They ignored you and continued their onslaught.
-Until the galloping of hooves.
-There the Emperor was like a sign of death as he rode his gigantic black stallion.
-Blood coated his face and armor. None of it his.
-The war was over, Rome’s victory assured.
-And yet the Emperor was left unsatisfied.
-So he went on the prowl for more victims. All until no one was left.
-He caught sight of his soldiers torturing a large man as his wife begged them to stop.
-Any honorable leader would have stopped his soldiers and given the couple a swift merciful death. No more suffering was needed from a war already won.
-But he was far from honorable.
-As he approached it wasn’t because he wanted to stop the violence.
-He was honed in on the soft crying and pleading of the woman.
-A sound so delightful that he couldn’t help but want to hear more.
-He got off of his mighty horse. His steps confident.
-But as you turned around to face him, he felt his breathe hitch, his steps waver.
-It was as if he was in the presence of Aphrodite herself.
-There you were with tears in your big eyes and blood dripping down your nose.
-Even in filthy peasant clothes, you were the most beautiful being he had ever laid his eyes on.
-He had to had you. And have you he will.
-His eyes narrowed at your injured face. The soldiers most likely the culprit.
- “Stop.” He commands, his word alone enough to halt the violence.
-With a sob you run to your husband as he lay on the floor. You place his head on your lap. Ripping a piece of fabric from your dress, to clean the blood on his face.
-Your poor husband looks at you with swollen eyes, barely focused. Your heart broke further.
-The two soldiers quickly turn around. Sinking onto their knees to properly greet the Emperor of Rome.
“My emperor.” They say in union.
-They cower under the glare of the Emperor.
-“Which one of you hurt the girl?”
-Both soldiers look at each other confused. He wasn’t taking about the sobbing girl behind them, was he? The enemy?
-The Emperor’s glare becomes murderous. He draws his sword from his scabbard. It glints with the blood of his foes. But all know that his sword can just as easily kill who he pleases, friend or foe.
-It was at that moment, both the soldiers knew that whoever was guilty— they would be dead in the next second.
-So, both blamed each other, scrambling to have the Emperor believe them.
-“It was him my emperor, he was the one who hurt the girl—-”
-“Nay my emperor, he lies—”
-Both soldiers plead their innocence. But the Emperor isn’t known for his patience.
-With a brutal slash, he beheads the two soldiers.
-Their heads roll off their bodies.
-A huff of satisfaction leaves the emperor, soldiers who lie are not worthy of his army. He may not be honorable but he has no patience for lying snakes.
-He averts his gaze, to you, only to be met with a puddle of blood. Presumably your husband’s.
-The emperor slowly turns his head to your quiet sobs. Like a predator sniffing out weakness. He sees you dragging the large form of your husband, his arm over your shoulder, his feet dragging against floor.
-You both were trying to escape. Now, that wouldn’t do.
-With large strides, he rips you away from your lover. The man falling gracelessly onto the floor. He tries to pick himself up but his strength is diminished. He could only watch as the Emperor, holds your hands and stares into your beautiful eyes in awe.
-He knows that look. That look of adoration as if in the presence of a goddess.
-Your husband holds the same look for you and now the Emperor does too.
-You try to escape but the Emperor’s grip is painfully tight.
-A whimper escapes your lips as the man gets down on his knees, his head bowed. He mimics the same loyalty his subjects would show him. But he is in the presence of a goddess.
- “The Gods have rewarded me by giving you to me.” He whispers breathlessly. “You are the one they have chosen for me. Rome needs an Empress. And I need a wife.”
-With the hunger of a man starved, he yanks you down to him. Grabbing you by the hair and devouring you into a brutal kiss.
-You cry out into the kiss, looking at your husband pleadingly to save you from the Emperor.
-But your husband is at death’s door, fighting and pleading Hades to not take him. For he couldn’t leave you to such a grim fate.
-The Emperor pulls away, his eyes filled with lust. He’ll have you, but not here in this filth.
-He picks you up a bridal style, taking you to his horse. Taking you to Rome.
-You try to fight him, but he only gives you a scolding glare. As if to say, ‘behave.’
-You cry quietly, looking at your husband’s dying form. The Emperor only sneers at him, spitting on his bloodied face.
-Your husband looks at the Emperor with rage. A rage that makes him shakily get up on his knees.
-Your hands are tied behind the Emperor’s neck, begging him to let you go. A smack to your thigh makes you shut your mouth.
-Once you’re both secured on the horse, the Emperor doesn’t even glance back at him.
-He rides off into the distance, with the blood of his people on his hands and the love of his life in tears.
-Your husband, a broken man, lets out a sorrowful scream. He promptly collapses onto his side, passing out. Pleading with the gods to not take him. He needed to save you.
-Later, he was dragged by his feet. Slave masters had found him. They bet on how much money the large man could make them.
-Him, a none violent man, was put into fighting rings were people placed bets on who would win.
-Your husband, a gentle man was turned into a former shell of himself with each blood shed that coated his hands.
-A man who once held you with tender hands was forced to use them to kill for the entertainment of others.
-He fought weaker men, stronger men, and terrific beasts. All who were in the same position as him. All for the entertainment of others.
-The life he was forced into would have broken others, but not him. Not when he was fueled by an anger. An anger for the Emperor who had taken everything from him.
-The hesitance he once had for killing became nonexistent with each fight. His worth as a slave becoming more and more valuable. And he was taken to more and more valuable places.
-Like a blood thirsty hound, he followed you. He was at the edge of death many times, yet he refused to part from you.
-He followed you to Rome, vengeful and angry. Many times he thought he’d die but once he made it to the grand city, he knew the Gods had given him another chance.
-He needed to be stronger for you. So that he would save you.
-His reputation as a vicious fighter spread throughout Rome. Many eager to see him in the Colosseum.
-And that’s where they took him.
-Now he stands in the arena, his heart beating erratically in his chest. Blood splattered on his face and armor. None of it his.
-There is no glory where he stands while his defeated opponents lay bleeding on the ground.
-There is no glory in the screams and cheers from the crowds. All chanting his name as he stands as the last man standing.
-There is no glory in his victories, where he gets to live another day.
-His eyes shift to where you sit in the grand seats of the Colosseum. You’re beautiful with your silken gown and jewelry. Yet you look at him with such sadness. As if he were another dream out of reach.
-His soft eyes harden when a firm hand grabs your soft one.
-The Emperor brings your hand to his lips, kissing it ardently.
-He doesn’t break eye contact with him as he does this. A clear claim of ownership over you.
-He grits his teeth.
-There is no glory when you’re trapped with that despicable man. There is no glory when you’re not his. There is no glory when the Emperor is still breathing.
-He returns the Emperor’s glare with challenge. Eyes hard with pure hatred and loathing.
Thy writing is most wondrous, and I have a humble request to ask of thee, -if thou wouldst permit such indulgence.
I need your yandere!emperor of mankind carnally. Noncon/dubcon smut please. Maybe some time after he kidnaps reader, he has his way with them? They do have certain needs after all, their mind is so very easy to slip into and read which he would be more than happy to fulfill, unwillingly or no, -and it has been a while since they have gone without interacting with anyone else.
*~🌷🤍
“Why thank you, great one! But one wonders… what makes this HUGE red flag man so attractive?😭 Is it because he’s a DILF? A DILF That’s not DILFin’?? Either way, I’m drowning indulging with you in this heresy, 🌷🤍.”
"I honestly didn't expect the Emperor to get much lovin'. So, this more of a Flash Fiction, but in the future? Maybe I can redo it? Make it longer? Though, please do still enjoy the Flash Fiction of this."- Ichor
Summary - “Bass boosted more into the future. The asks’ explains the best.☺️”
TW // Smut, Non-Con/Dub-Con(I do not condone these actions,) Jump In Smut, Biting, Breeding Talk-ish, Mind Fuckery.
|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| {Chapter III} - {Chapter V}
You groan into “Anathema” or rather The Emperors mouth. Your hands pushing up against his chest while tears run from your eyes only for them to be streaked away from The Emperors thumb. His body over shadowing yours, capturing you in a strange darkness as your body slowly bounces. The only thing light enough being his eyes that pin you down despite already being stuck on his cock that feels like it shapeshifts inside of you.
"A-Anathema." You whimper his name he introduced himself to you as. Your lips quivering as you do, trying to get you own god damn mind straight after this liar was messing with you, fucking with you. Breathless gasps leaving you as he seems the golden bastard had picked up his pace for a second, touching all the best spots inside of you in one, full thrust.
"Shhh, my little wife." He coos so sweetly down at you. His forehead coming down from above you to nuzzle against your own. His own breath not even mingling with yours while he slows his pace again, teasing you, savoring you each second your walls constrict around him. "You wanted this, didn't you?"
"I-I-" You try to get a word out, even a damned slur, but you can't. Your back arching while your brain felt too foggy. Too... Swirly, like someone was rearranging your own mind, consuming it. He was fucking with your mind, making your subconscious submit as you can feel something within your mind flicker in and out of it. Your hands slowly weakening against The Emperors chest, making him purr down at you.
"Oh Yes... yes you do." He moves above you. His hands coming down to completely wrap around your waist. A beaming smile being directed down at you as if he wasn't doing anything wrong, as if he wasn't fucking you against your will for hours upon his own silk sheeted bed and quarters of a war struck universe. "I can seek your mind, my little wife."
"F-Fuck you." You could only curse and spit at him before arching back onto his bed. Your own body betraying you against your will. Your mind doing that weird flickering thing again.
"My, your mouth never seems to know its place." He sighs, moving his forehead from yours to kiss your cheek before thrusting his tongue into your gasping mouth, muffling your noises of surprise and unsought pleasure. That wet appendage of his swirling around yours, extending and expanding that it bamboozles your mind as no other human could do that.
You do try and bite back at him: at his tongue, but with how his appendage fills your mouth? It's like he was suffocating you. Trying to rid you of your own subconscious, and just about when you slip? He pulls back, letting you regather that precious oxygen that you need for him to continue to do these vile things to you. Your body heaving stammering breaths as he doesn't stop his movement to keep you deeply and slowly fucked to his satisfaction.
"There we go..." He groans softly, leaning his forehead against yours' again. His pace picking up again then slowing to keep you on the edge, on the brink of insanity. "You like this, don't you? Being loved by a being of high power? To be bred by me."
"N-no- gah!" You gasp as he gives you a particular thrust up inside of you that makes you see black stars and turns your mind to mush, making it easier for The Emperor to make you more compliant. To replace your will with his own. To manipulate that little fighting mind of yours. "Y-yes!"
"Oh, such a sweet thing..." He purrs again, moving his head to nuzzle into your neck and give it a bite, tasting your sweat coated skin. A hum coming out him right after as he can feel your mind slowly fall apart from his mental attacks and physical. He can feel how your arms suddenly come up to wrap around his head and tangle through the roots of his dark locks, tugging at them, and moaning those sweet, "willing" sounds into his ear.
His pacing is suddenly quicker, quicker than what he was teasing you with. His teeth softly latching onto your collarbone. The taste of your blood immediately swirling through his taste buds, but he doesn't care for that, no. He was actually being considerate and wanting to give you that climax that has he has been laying you off with. His body practically laying on top of you, squishing you against him, chest to chest: keeping you pinned underneath him as if he seemed afraid to let you go.
Yandere knight thats all stoic and stuff but is very open about loving royal!reader
Like this bitch will scold you for leaving his side for 5 minutes, you need to stay near him! Not wander around carelessly!
Hes brutal and ruthless but you bring out that spark of kindness in him
Yan CEO is back on the table, either secretary darling who he denies all feelings for even though he shows a l o t of favoritism towards them or rival ceo darling who he wants to hate but THEYRE SOooOO hOt!!!
Yan emperor and concubine reader? Idk whether i should make him utterly bratty an whiny or zesty✨ like its either “please please please marry me i promise ill give you anything you want plea-“ or the embodiment of the word tease
Yan villain OH MY GOD HES SO SKBDWBJDSNJSB BUT LIKE idk if i want the reader to be a villain as well or a superhero
OHMYGOD ALSO yandere gang x reader where darling finds themself somehow saving a gang of thugs and they instantly fall for them and want to make them their boss, they are on their hands and knees to serve you! You can rule half of the city with them!! Theyre kinda dumb but theyre very very sweet
Also thinking of making a multi yan fic with a neko reader just because <3
