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yan!crown prince x villianess!reader

male yandere crown prince x female villain reader, slight mentions of gore? spying/stalking and very manwha inspired!

Yan!prince who’s the golden boy of his empire. He’s got excellent swordsmanship skills, highly favoured by the emperor, excels at his studies and is undeniably the most attractive guy in every social setting. He’s the most desirable bachelor right now, with the title of crown princess remaining vacant, he’s got noble ladies clinging onto his arms each banquet.

Even though he’s got the options of a daughter of a duke or another princess from a neighbouring kingdom, he can’t feel anything for them. No matter how much rogue they put on their lips, their dainty tricks to get a measly glance or how much they try to subtly show off their bosom, it gets absolutely no reaction from him.

He finds these banquets to be nothing more than just another duty, something he’s obliged to do as crown prince. He walks around, greets a few eager ladies and their mothers then goes off to butter up the men to gain more support for the imperial faction.

That was until he saw you, pouring a velvety red onto an intricate dress that was not your own. Apparently the victim was a lady who compared you to your sister, calling you a fake bastard of the s/n family. It was strange, yan!prince usually hated any kind of disruption to his routines or the expected social conventions, yet for the first time, he felt something indescribable.

From that fateful day one, yan!prince has been sending you all kinds of invitations to the palace, jewels that dazzle even in the dark and bouquets of blossoming flowers. Despite his overwhelming skill set, he’s not well versed at all in courtship. Though these objects aren’t enough to fully symbolise his adoration, he can only hope it can offer you the slightest glimpse into his heart.

Yan!prince is not satisfied with seeing you in mere passing, seeing as you’ve either delayed or outright rejected his invitations to his abode. The only way he can satiate himself is seeing you all dolled up, pouting in the corner, most likely due to the rather adverse rumors that seem to swirl around you. Even though you won’t let it show through your head held high and the elegance you allow to radiate, he can tell you’re hurting. In this whole empire, he’s the only one able to help you.

He resolves to send one of his most experienced and deeply loyal governesses to your home, under the guise of wanting to aid you for your search for a suitable marriage candidate. Really, her only main task is to keep you under her watchful eye, reporting even a shudder to his highness. He may even require her to send back some.. souvenirs. A handkerchief that you’ve embroidered for practice, a silk ribbon that you’ve neglected after a tea party or a page from your diary that’s been decorated with both your words of anguish and your precious tears.

Yan!prince succeeds in everything that he does, but he will push himself even further to ensure he stays the only man suitable to stand by your side. He’ll train alongside the imperial army, duelling men back to back, and he’ll further strengthen his political support by advocating for commoners. He can’t deny that he sometimes gets lost in thought about your pouty lips peppering his neck with delicate kisses, sitting on his thigh while he shifts through official documents.

Even though yan!prince has been very publicly courting you, word will begin to reach his ears of something rather unfavourable. As you and your sister live in the same house, the known villainess of the empire and the white lotus, people have been assuming that yan!prince has been courting the latter. To make matters worse for him, she has been playing right into their words.

Through the reports he’s received so far, it turns out that none of his gifts have ever even been touched by you. It’s all been taken by your sister. All the rejected invitations were the work of your parents, insisting that your sister is a better match for the future ruler for the empire, that you could always just find another husband for yourself.

It makes him nauseated that such a social puppeteer like her has been feeding high society such disgusting lies. The mere imagery of him being with anyone who’s not you, makes him want to tear his skin from his flesh. The disgust slowly builds up to something more intense, something terrifying, he’s lost all sense of reason and has completely abandoned the image he has to maintain. He needs you.

Yan!prince will show up to your manor, with a bouquet in his hand. Yet, he’s not here for you. It pains him to be so close to you in every way, yet the wall between you guys couldn’t be any greater. He knows that he must do this, to ensure that you’ll become the woman ruling beside him, for the greater good of the empire.

He asks for your sister, and his royal presence sends the household into a frenzy. Every maid rushes to fix the little imperfections your manor has, while some assemble into your sister’s room to get her ready. Even with late notice of his arrival, your sister is able to get ready in a respectable period, prancing down the stairs, shrewdly giggling about how she hopes she hasn’t keep his highness waiting for too long!

He plasters on his best princely smile, and endures her. Yan!prince allows her to wrap her arms around his, as she guides him around the manor. He fights the urge to shove the manicured nails sinking into the arms and sever it off, feeding it to the dungeon rats. He resists, imagining the result if it all works out.

Later in the evening, he’ll make himself comfortable at the dinner table. Flattering the marquess and boasting about the marquis, with the occasional glance to your sister as she twirls her locs around.

When he finally bids his goodbyes, the only thought that occupies his mind is the face you’ll make once you see your dear sister undo herself in front of high society. What will you do, when the only obstacle in your life is gone, and its all because of him?

At another small, yet elite banquet, you and your sister manage to get invited, courtesy of his highness. The servants carry themselves with a refinement that rivals other nobles, the gentle notes of the pianos and harps float into the air and the attendees dance under the crystal chandeliers.

Yan!prince is there too, however instead of utilising this opportunity to fortify his political connections, he watches your sister. It’s not the stare of devotion that high society whispers and assumes about, it’s one that studies her with a undertone of something sinister.

He watches as your sister walks up to his aunt, the duchess, and she’s practically perfect. She smiles just enough, performs a dainty curtsy and introduces herself with enough youthfulness to lower her guard, but enough grace that she doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s all going so well for her.

Yan!prince can’t hear, but he can see that whatever your sister said next, it deeply offends the duchess. She clutches the fabric of her heavy skirt, and reprimands her for speaking so out of turn, jabbing her with words like foolish girl!

It’s not like it’s fully his fault. He simply just didn’t tell your sister the whole truth. It’s her own fault for trying to parasite her way to his rank, when a pest like her only truly belongs below him. All he did was say something in passing about how much the duchess adores bird watching, he just neglected to tell her that it used to be her favourite activity with her sister. His mother, the passed on empress.

Of course, the white lotus’s petals immediately start to wilt, she’s not accustomed to this type of treatment at all. The only thing she can do is stutter a few meek apologies before escorting herself out.

Yan!prince looks over to you, and your eyes are wide with something he can’t exactly pinpoint, amazement? Surprise? Maybe you’re confused that It's not you who’s been the target this time. Whatever it is, it’s incredibly intoxicating, he wants to drown in your expression.

Thankfully, he hasn’t even begun with your sister, so he’ll have plenty of more opportunities to see how your face would contort when you slowly see how your sister crumbles in her own schemes. His lips curl in a polite smile when he thinks about how you would jump into his arms, when you finally realise that he’s the one behind the rotting of the white lotus.

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Headcanons on Milton cuz he's my lover

He secretly likes to put his milk in whatever you're eating, whether it's oatmeal, cereal, coffee, or maybe he'll make some homemade ice cream. If you catch my drift, Milton just really likes the idea of you drinking his milk; it makes him feel a little bit maternal, but also hot and heavy inside. Every time you compliment his cooking , or you say you really like something that he made, he gets butterflies all in his stomach, and he does somersaults on his bed just thinking about you liking his milk so much. One day, he'll actually give you a carton, but until then, he'll milk into your food anytime he gets.

Big cuddler, did I mention that he gets even worse during the winter? He gets so soft and fluffy with his fur , and his skin is all warm. He has extra fat for winter , too. I think he especially gets super whiny during this time, often wanting to cuddle with Milo or you. He just can't bear to be alone, and sometimes he'll get so desperate for closeness that you often find him begging just for a mere hug . But don't leave him alone for too long; he'll get a little bit antsy, and when you finally come around to him, he'll pounce on you like a cat.

He was pretty insecure about his chest until you complimented it one time he didn't like how big it was and how he couldn't fit it to most of his shirts but one day after some hard milking you nuzzles into his soft chest "you should really show off more you knowit's a shame that you like to keep these hidden" and ever since then work jackets slightly unzipped for you for your eyes only

If you're a male bull on the farm, he's desperate for you to breed him, and if you're a female bull on the farm, he's desperate to breed you. Whether you are swelling with your cum or he is swelling with his, it truly doesn't matter. His breeding kink is so deep he can't stand to see even a drop of cum wasted; he might as well lick it up himself. But don't mistake that for him being forward; he's just as shy as everyone else makes him out to be. Give him a chance behind closed doors , and you'll be able to see how far this fantasy grows.

His breast gets swollen very easily, so he needs tons of massages. I mean, who's going to take care of him and all that milk? Oftentimes, he's spilling through his shirts or even on his sheets. But don't be afraid to ask him if he needs some help. He 'll gladly let you press your lips against his nipple and take a sweet lick.