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Possessed by the crown

Yandere!older!forced!husband!emperor x younger!forced!wife!reader
Warning: sexual content warning, forced sexual intercourse, non con, forced breeding, drugging, murder, poisoning, mention of blood, forcebly arranged marriage, unwanted pregnancy, stalking, mature content warning, you are responsible for what you read.
Authors note: so here I'm with another new oc yandere story that I hope you guys would like, it's been a while since I have written anything so I tried to change my style and make it more narrative.
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Emperor Roderic of Estra stood on the balcony of his castle, gazing out at the kingdom he had ruled for over three decades. The kingdom was tranquil now, with no looming wars or internal strife. The years had brought him wisdom, and with wisdom came the weariness of age. At 47 his body was no longer what it once was. He was often ill, and though his physicians assured him he still had years ahead, but he felt the chill of death’s embrace drawing closer.
He had lived through much. His beloved wife, Queen Elara, had passed away five years prior, and while her death had left a void in his heart, he had come to terms with it. His son, Prince Adrian, was now old enough , married and ready to inherit the throne. Roderic had been content with the thought of stepping down, leaving the kingdom in the capable hands of his son, and quietly fading into the shadows of history.
But fate, as it often does, had different plans.
The sound of footsteps broke his reverie. Lord Alistair, one of his oldest and most cunning ministers, approached with his usual air of confidence. Alistair was a man who knew how to survive and thrive in the treacherous waters of court politics. He was also a man who, despite his unassuming appearance, harbored ambitions that far exceeded his station.
“Your Majesty,” Alistair said, bowing low. “I bring news that I believe will be of great interest to you.”
Roderic waved a hand, motioning for him to continue. He had little patience for Alistair’s games, but he had learned long ago that it was often wiser to let the man speak than to cut him off.
“My daughter, Y/N, has come of age, She is eighteen now, and I believe it is time for her to be married. As you know, my family has always been loyal to the crown, and I would be honored if she were to marry into the royal family.”
Roderic’s brow furrowed. He knew where this conversation was headed, and the idea filled him with disgust. Y/N was a child in his eyes, and the thought of marrying her was absurd. But Alistair was not a man who made suggestions lightly. There was always a motive behind his words.
“My son is already married,” Roderic replied, his tone sharp. “There is no place for your daughter at royal court.”
Alistair smiled, a thin, calculating expression that made Roderic’s stomach churn.
“Indeed, Prince Adrian is married. But with all due respect, Your Majesty, you are still the king. It is within your right to take another wife, plus men are never old enough to not marry.... the old age only applies to women...”
The audacity of the suggestion struck Roderic like a blow. The idea of marrying a girl who was young enough to be his daughter was repugnant. He had no desire for another wife, especially not one forced upon him by a power-hungry minister.
“No,” Roderic said firmly, turning his back on Alistair. “I will not marry your daughter. The matter is closed.”
But Alistair was not so easily dissuaded. Over the following weeks, he pressed the issue relentlessly, using every means at his disposal to sway the king. He spread rumors at court, and even hinted at potential alliances with foreign powers that could threaten Estra’s stability. The pressure mounted until Roderic found himself with no choice. To refuse Alistair any longer would be to risk peace'.
And so, with a heavy heart and a simmering anger, Roderic agreed to the marriage.

The ceremony was small and somber, a stark contrast to the grandeur of his first wedding. Y/N stood beside him, dressed in white, her eyes downcast and her expression unreadable. She did not speak, did not protest, and did not look at him. She was like a ghost, present but not truly there. Roderic’s resentment grew with every passing moment, his fury directed not at her, but at the situation that had trapped them both.
From the day they were wed, Roderic made his disdain clear. He refused to share a bed with her, instead confining her to a small chamber at the far end of the castle. He took every opportunity to humiliate her, belittling her in front of the court, mocking her silence, and treating her as nothing more than a pawn in Alistair’s game.
Y/N bore it all with a quiet grace that with even a complain. She never spoke back, never argued, and never asked for anything. Her indifference felt like a personal affront, as if she refused to acknowledge the power he held over her.
Despite his harsh treatment, she remained in the shadows, avoiding attention and slipping through the castle like a wraith. She was a constant reminder of the chain that Alistair had wrapped around his neck, and Roderic’s anger grew with each passing day.
Then came the night that would change everything.

Alistair, ever the manipulator, knew that his daughter needed to bear a child if he was to solidify her power at court. Without an heir, the marriage was meaningless, and his ambitions would be left unfulfilled. He devised a plan, one that would ensure his daughter produced the desired heir, whether she wanted or not.
He waited until Roderic was at his most vulnerable, during one of the king’s frequent bouts of illness. The physicians had prescribed a sleeping draught to ease the king’s pain, and it was this draught that Alistair tampered with. He added an aphrodisiac drug to the mixture, one that would cloud Roderic’s mind and render him helpless.
That night, Y/N was brought to the king’s chamber under the guise of duty, but in truth, she had been ordered by her father to do what was necessary. Roderic, disoriented and barely conscious, was unaware of her presence until it was too late. When he awoke the next morning, his memory of the night was hazy, but the sight of Y/N beside him filled him with a deep, nauseating guilt.
He had been used, manipulated into committing an act he could barely remember. His anger toward Alistair intensified, but he refused to acknowledge what had happened. He could not bear to face the reality of what he had done, and so he pushed it to the back of his mind, burying it beneath layers of denial.
Y/N, as always, said nothing. She simply rose from the bed, dressed in silence, and left the chamber without a word. For weeks, she continued to move through the castle like a shadow, her presence barely noticed by anyone.
Then, one day, she was gone.
Roderic discovered her disappearance too late when her maid came to his chambers, trembling and pale, to report that Y/N was nowhere to be found. Panic surged through him, though he refused to show it. He ordered his guards to search the castle, the grounds, and the surrounding villages, but there was no trace of her. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.
It was only weeks later that the truth came to light. A physician, summoned to treat one of the castle staff, let slip a piece of information that sent shockwaves through the court: Y/N was pregnant.
The news struck Roderic like a bolt of lightning. The child was his. The memory of that night, hazy and fragmented, came rushing back to him with brutal clarity. He had done this. He had driven her away, and now she was out there, carrying his heir. He didn't know where...
Guilt twisted into a dark obsession. He had to find her, to make things right, it was never her fault....or at the very least, to claim what was his. He sent out search parties, s anyone who could track her down. The weeks turned into months, and still, there was no sign of her.
Roderic’s mind began to unravel. His once-steady composure gave way to fits of rage, sleepless nights, and a growing guilt or worse, that she had found someone else to protect her. He imagined her with another man, raising his child, and the thought drove him to the brink of madness.

It was nearly a year after her disappearance when a scout finally returned with news. Y/N had been found, living in a small, remote village on the outskirts of the kingdom. Roderic wasted no time in setting out to retrieve her.
When he arrived at the village, his heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and dread. The village was small. He found her in a small, modest cottage at the edge of the village. He saw a young boy playing in the yard, his dark hair ,purple eyes and sharp features a mirror image of his own.This was his son, the heir he had never expected to have.
Roderic approached the boy, but when the child saw him, he backed away, his eyes wide with fear and suspicion. The boy’s reaction was a knife to Roderic’s heart, but he swallowed his pain and forced a smile.
“Hello, little one,” he said gently. “I’m—”
The boy turned and ran into the house before Roderic could finish his sentence. Roderic’s smile faltered, and he stood outside the cottage, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He had never imagined that the first encounter with his own son would be so cold, so distant. His heart ached, not just with guilt but with a longing he hadn't felt in years. He had to make things right, had to reclaim what he had lost.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and knocked on the door. The sound echoed in the stillness of the village, and for a moment, he wondered if Y/N would even answer. But then the door creaked open, and there she was.
Y/N stood before him, her eyes wide with shock and fear in her eyes . She was thinner than he remembered, her face pale and drawn, but she was still beautiful in a way that made his breath catch. The sight of her, after all these months of searching, sent a surge of emotion through him that he could barely contain.
"Y/N," he said, his voice low and strained. "I've come to take you home."
"This is my home now, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice flat and emotionless. "I have no desire to return to that prison you call castle."
Roderic felt madness in his head. He had expected resistance, but not this cold, unwavering refusal. He had imagined her grateful to see him, perhaps even relieved that he had came to take her back and acknowledge her. But instead, she was rejecting him- rejecting his authority, his power, and even his presence.
"You belong with me," he insisted, his voice rising with softness. "You are my wife, the mother of my son. You cannot deny that ."
Her eyes flashed with fear as she hide her son behind her.she took a step back, as if to put more distance between them.
"I never chose to be your wife,I was forced into that marriage, just as I was forced into your bed, I don't want riches... I just want to be left alone."
Her words struck him like a physical blow, and for a moment, he was speechless. Even her father had never truly considered her feeling. But now, hearing her speak so plainly, he realized the depth of the pain and resentment she harbored toward him.
But even as her words stung, Her defiance, her refusal to yield to him, only made him want her more. It was as if the more she resisted, the more he was determined to possess her.
"I will not leave you here to raise our son in this... this place. He belongs at court, where he can be educated and prepared for his future."
Firmly, stepping closer to her he said .
"He belongs with me," Y/N countered, her voice stronger now, as if she had finally found the courage to stand up to him. "I birth him.... He won't need you."
Roderic's patience snapped, grabbing her arm, pulling her toward him with more force than he intended. She gasped, her body tense with fear and anger. He could see the resistance in her eyes, the determination to fight him, and it only fueled his desire.
"You will come with me," he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "Or I will take you by force.
Her eyes widened in alarm, and for a moment, he thought she might try to break free, to run from him. But then, as if all the fight had drained out of her, she went limp in his grasp, her eyes dull and lifeless. It was as if she had resigned herself to whatever fate awaited her, the same room... The same bed...
Roderic's grip loosened slightly, his anger dissipating into something more complicated-an emotion he could not quite name. He had won, but the victory felt hollow. He had forced her submission, but at what cost?
He led her back to the castle, their son in tow. The boy sobbed and struggled in his mother's lap, trying to escape the arms of the soldier who carried him, but Roderic ignored his protests. His focus was on Y/N, who walked beside him in silence, her head bowed and her eyes fixed on the ground. She was like a doll, lifeless and compliant, and it unnerved him more than he cared to admit.
When they arrived at the castle, he took her directly to the bedchamber that had once been hers, the room she had abandoned when she fled. He locked the door behind them, ensuring that she would have no means of escape.
"You will stay here with me...your things would be moved to my bed chamber...
he told her, his voice firm but softer than before. "You and our son. You will be cared for, treated like the royality you are. But you are not to leave...."
She did not respond, her gaze still fixed on the floor. He waited for some sign of acknowledgment , but when none came, he turned and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Over the following days, Roderic did everything in his power to make Y/N comfortable, to show her that he cared for her and their son. He had the best foods prepared for her, brought in luxurious clothing and furnishings, and even arranged for musicians to play outside her chamber to soothe her nerves. But none of it seemed to reach her. She remained distant, her spirit as cold and unreachable as ever.
Frustration gnawed at him, turning his obsession into something darker. He had taken her back, given her everything she could want, and still she refused to acknowledge him. She refused to see him as her husband, as the father of her child, as the man who held her fate in his hands.
And so, his thoughts turned to the one thing he had not yet tried.
If she would not give the attention that he attention he craved, he would force her to need him. He would bind her to him in the most primal way possible: through their children. If she bore him more heirs, if she was constantly pregnant with his seed, she would have no choice but to stay by his side, to depend on him, to finally give him the attention he so desperately sought.
The plan took root in his mind, growing more twisted same as his obsession with her . Taking her until she can't feel her body, going extent to fill her up and call physicians to make sure she is ok.He was always gentle, always careful not to hurt her there was a possessiveness in his gaze.
Y/N never resisted. She lay still and silent, her body a passive vessel for his desires. She never spoke, never cried out, never gave any indication that she felt anything at all. It was as if she had shut herself off from the world, retreating into a place where he could not reach her.

One night she was visited by her step son, the future king and crown prince of the kingdom. He told her that he can't see his father's mistreatment to her anymore and he would help her to run away.she thanked him a lot . But unknown to them that a person was listening to them.
Roderic with madness in his eyes and the rage of betrayal by his own son was fuming . And before the plan of running away could have taken place the news of the crown prince being arrested and taken to be excuted reach y/n.
No amount of begging worked . But then when she proposed that she would do anything came, her body shuddered badly as she saw the shine in Roderic's eyes.
"Really?? "
He asked getting closer to you slowly. He kneeled down and started laughing, tears in his eyes as his head rested on your lap. His arms hugging around your waist tightly. When you said nothing he looked in your eyes and asked.
"Are you really saying that?? Would you really do anything!?? Then would you stop looking lifeless??? Would you love me back and give me attention??? Would you not look at me as if I'm a monster??? Say my empress??? Would you do that??? If your would then I would consider releasing that traitor of a son. Who tried to take you away from me."
Your eyes looked dull for a sec but then you said in a firm voice smiling down at him.
"Yes my husband ... I would..."
He saw your face and hugged you close. Not knowing that he had taken last hope from you and gave you reason to do something that noone had ever thought you would.
After the prince was released, Roderic thought you would ignore him again but he can't even tell how drunk he was on your expressions. Always fluttering your invisible wings like a butterfly around him. Hugging him , pecking his face, innocently seducing him to the bed.
And right now you asked him if he could have tea with you... How can he refused his sweet wife when she is giving him all the attentions that he craved. That's what led him right now , in his office, in the couch as you pour tea in two cups sitting on his lap.
His head thrown back as you unintentionally grounded on his boner. You squealed as he grabbed your waist and tried to pull you in his embrace, but slapped his hands away. He groaned but you soon handed him the tea. He smiled taking a sip.
It's only a week and the change in you was suspecting but he... Can't say anything to you... Suddenly you stood up from his lap after finishing the cup. Causing him to stand to . But you pushed him on the sofa as you backed from him.
Suddenly he coughed and blood came out of his mouth. His eyes widened but he looked at you concerned..... the blood dripping from the corner of your mouth too. You smiled ,the hatred in your eyes visible. He staggered to you, his senses numbing.
But you backed away to the door falling at your feet and looking at him. He was not any better dragging himself to you.. to hold you ... To touch you.
"Why??? "His voice came
"I just wanted my freedom and you hated it...."
With that your head hung and you took your last breath. His eyes blurry still he reached you as he hugged you close as if even in death he doesn't want to let you go.

The maid's scream made the palace shuddered as she reported the butler of the scene he saw in the emperors office. The dead bodies of the emperor and his wife on the floor as the ruler hugged you close . You eye opened as if you were looking at the void. As if Searching for your freedom....
The prince closed them with heavy heart. You remembered your promise...now he need to fulfill his...to keep your son and his half brother safe from the world.

Your string of fate shined the most after that accident. In your world every person had the string of fate attached to their little finger the other end attached to the individuals Soulmate. Your thread never shined . Your family always told that your time would come. You would find your person soon.
But one day you felt a painful snap at your finger you heart hurts as hell.... The same pain that other discribe when they suffer at the death of their soulmate. You curled in the corner cried a lot. But a day after you felt a tug in the string.... Then another.
And then the pain suddenly vanished leaving you with the thread more responsive and shining in bright red. As if you could feel each thump and breath your soulmate take. Ignoring everything your heart was happy and excited to meet your soulmate.
Roderic was looking at you as you happily tell your friends that you felt your soulmate, aka him happy and that the string are shining so bright.the friends happy for you as well as concerned as it's unusual for the string to shine so much...
He looked at his Little finger the knot that he made to insure that the thread won't disconnect from his thread ... He smiled .
"A man and woman were found dead in an alleyway, there are no sign of hurt or murder but the thread of fate are snapped as if cut off forcefully . The police is searching for the culprits hoping to find them soon."
You gasped at the news..
"people can really be worse right??? Who would want the soulmates to be apart???"
You asked your mom and she sighed.
Yes... How can people be so heartless to try and take you away from him??? He won't let you go in this life too ..
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"Venus, planet of love was destroyed by global warming" [Yandere! Emperor x Fem! Princess Reader x Yandere! Empress]

Warnings/tags : Yandere themes, mentions of war and violence, minor character death, historical, coercion, suggestive themes.
Notes: I might write a part 2 for this but it'll be a lot darker and have more suggestive (adult) themes!
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The Empress of the Solis Imperium was renowned as the most noble woman on the entire continent.
As a mere princess from a neighboring region, you had the privilege of catching sight of the empress at a few royal occasions. A single meeting was all it took for you to deem her the most noble woman you had ever encountered. Every step she took, every breath she drew, every movement she made exuded nothing but elegance. She was a true epitome of beauty. You were a mere whisper of a presence from a distant land, with no power or wealth to rival hers. So, it was almost inevitable when the Solis Imperium chose to seize your country, the invasion heralded by the clash of swords and gunfire under the dreary cover of a rainy dawn. Startled from sleep, your mother hastily draped an overcoat over your nightgown, her urgent gestures propelling you down the dimly lit hallway.
As you followed closely behind your mother, shouts echoed around you, growing louder with each step. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot pierced the air, and you watched in horror as blood began to seep from your mother's back.
Her startled scream filled the hallway as she crumpled to the floor. Dropping to her side, you tried desperately to help, but before you could do anything, imperial knights caught up to you. Their strong grip tore you away from your wailing mother. You couldn't remember what happened next, only seeing another soldier approach her before darkness enveloped you, the last sound echoing in your mind being your mother's cries.
Upon waking, expecting to find yourself in a dark dungeon surrounded by eerie creatures and chains weighing down your wrists, you were instead greeted by the comfort of a soft bed and the sensation of clean, new clothes against your skin. A maid stood beside your bed, busily preparing a warm cup of tea. As she noticed you were awake, she turned to you with a gentle smile, her expression tender and welcoming.
"Ah, you're awake," she exclaimed softly, a look of relief crossing her face. "I was worried, as the young miss has been asleep for a few days now."
You tried to reply but only managed a soft cough, prompting the maid to hand you the cup of tea. You hesitated, staring at the warm liquid, its bright orange hue inviting yet unfamiliar. Taking a cautious sip, you were pleasantly surprised by its flavor—a delightful blend of grapefruit with a hint of honey.
"It must be delicious! It was recommended by the empress, after all," the maid remarked with a smile, her eyes bright with anticipation of your reaction. You nodded in response, taking another sip and feeling the warmth of the tea soothing your sore throat.
The maid continued speaking, her voice gentle yet urgent. "Ah, perhaps I shouldn't be distracting you so much. Please wait here; I must inform the empress." With that, she hurried out of the room, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the weight of the news you had just received.
Before you could stop her to ask more questions, the maid hurriedly left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You stared at the now empty cup of tea, trying to process everything that had just occurred. A war had broken out, your kingdom invaded, your mother attacked, and an imperial knight had apprehended you. Your family, your people, your knights—all gone. They were gone, gone, gone. Your stomach twisted at the thoughts, a wave of nausea rising as if you were about to vomit. Dropping the empty cup of tea into your lap, you buried your head in your hands, overwhelmed by the realization that you might be the only one left alive. The weight of survivor's guilt bore down on you as you thought, "I should have died too."
As the door creaked open, you were startled from your reverie, looking up to behold the empress entering the room. Your eyes widened in awe, but you swiftly composed yourself, offering a slight bow despite your bedridden state.
"Ah, you're awake. I was quite worried for you," the empress remarked, gracefully making her way to sit beside your bed. Her smile was soft yet elegant, accentuating her features. Her mahogany blonde hair was artfully pinned behind her ears, and she was dressed in a flowing pastel gown that emphasized her regal presence. Her piercing blue eyes, filled with concern yet there was an oddness of madness behind them, met yours, and you felt a wave of reassurance wash over you in her presence.
"It must have been shocking to awaken to such violence. I offer my sincere apologies for the loss of your kingdom and family," the empress continued, her voice filled with genuine sympathy.
You couldn't help but feel a wave of sickness wash over you, knowing that she was partially responsible for the decision to invade your land. Despite this, you remained silent, listening to her words. She reached out and gently took hold of your hands, her fingers adorned with a silky white glove.
"Yet, you are still a princess, and we cannot simply discard you like an expendable commoner," the empress said, her tone laced with a mixture of sympathy and detachment.
You wanted to scoff at the irony of her words, to scream and claw at her flawless facade. Her excuses and lies flowed effortlessly, masking the truth with each elegant syllable. If her words held any weight, they would have spared your elder brother, who possessed far more knowledge and capability than you. Yet, they chose to spare you, knowing you lacked the charm, power, or influence to pose any threat.
"Given your tender age, my husband—or the emperor, in this case—has decided to position you as a concubine. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" she asked, her voice laced with a deceptive sweetness. As her thumb tenderly stroked against your palm, the scent of roses invaded your senses.
"Your only responsibility is to produce an heir. Many do not know this, but it is difficult for the emperor and me to conceive."
Your mouth instantly went dry at her words, and you stared at her with wide eyes, your lips parting slightly in disbelief. Yet, her expression remained sweet and unchanging, despite your obvious discomfort.
"Haha, don't stare at me like that. You're acting as if we're sending you to war," she teased, reaching to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear. A wave of heat washed over you, beads of sweat forming on your forehead, contrasting with the empress's cold hand against your skin. Your head began to throb, and your limbs felt heavy and weak.
"Ah, the tea must be setting in now," the empress commented, her tone nonchalant as she observed your discomfort.
The tea? The tea that the maid had served you earlier. You realized, with a sinking feeling, that it must have been laced with something to induce this sudden weakness and disorientation. Panic began to rise within you as you struggled to maintain consciousness, your thoughts racing as you tried to make sense of the situation. The empress gently pushed you back onto the bed until your head rested against the pillow. As she stood up, her beautiful face left a lasting impression in your blurry vision.
"Rest up now, my dear. You have many long days ahead of you," she said, her voice fading as darkness overtook your senses, and you slipped into unconsciousness.
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Upon awakening, the gravity of the empress's words became apparent. You were swiftly ushered into a bath, attended by servants who scrubbed your skin and combed your hair with oils. Their ministrations were firm yet gentle, leaving no marks but providing a discomfort that hinted at the magnitude of your new reality. After the bath, you were clothed in a dress of beige hue, its fabric exquisite and embellished with intricate floral patterns and delicate frills. It was a garment of elegance and refinement, a stark contrast to the simple attire of your past, serving as a poignant symbol of the profound changes in your life.
After the servants had prepared you, you were ushered into a grand dining hall to have breakfast with the empress and emperor. You were seated directly across from the empress, her forever sweet smile lighting up the room, while the emperor sat at the head of the table. A lavish spread awaited you, with stacks of food including soup, bread, chicken, and vibrant fruits laid out before you. However, your attention was drawn to the two rulers. It was your first time being in such close proximity to the emperor. In contrast to the empress, his hair was as dark as the night, and his eyes were a soft shade of teal, giving him a more reserved and colder aura compared to the warm presence of the empress. He appeared to be five or six years older than the empress, meaning he was approximately ten years older than you, nearing his forties.
"Princess [First Name]."
The resonant timbre of the emperor's voice momentarily broke your reverie, prompting you to look up at him, your hands instinctively fidgeting with your dress beneath the table.
"I apologize for the delayed greeting, as my duties have demanded much of my time," he began, his tone measured and formal. "Allow me to express my deepest condolences for the tragedy that befell your land. May your family rest in peace."
His words, though seemingly sincere, lacked the warmth and empathy that would have provided true solace. It was evident that his expression of sympathy was more a matter of protocol than genuine compassion for the plight of your small nation. You forced a smile, though it failed to reach the corners of your eyes.
"Ah, thank you so much for your kindness and sincerity," you replied, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.
You thanked them, though it was for nothing. Certainly not for the loss of your family and people. Not for the seizure of your land and the imposition of a life that felt like being a doll in the hands of a capricious child. The emperor nodded at your words before continuing, delicately cutting into a piece of chicken with a silver fork that appeared to be worth a small fortune.
"You are most welcome. I trust that the empress has explained your duties here within our nation?"
"Yes.."
You replied with a hint of hesitation, savoring a sip of the soup before you. Its delightful flavors and comforting warmth brought to mind the soups your mother used to lovingly prepare for you during times of illness. The emperor appeared pleased with your response, his gaze thoughtful as he studied your face. A small, knowing smile graced his lips before he nodded in acknowledgment.
"Excellent. Then you'll be well prepared for what lies ahead," he remarked, his tone carrying a sense of reassurance or you had hope for it to be reassurance. As he reclined in his chair, the empress's smile remained fixed upon you. Despite your efforts, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry seep down your spine as you tried to decipher their expressions, hoping to unveil the true emotions hidden behind their masks. However, their faces revealed no clues, leaving you with a sense of uncertainty.
"We are excited to welcome you. Your duties will officially begin today."
Perhaps this new chapter wouldn't be as dreadful as you had imagined. Maybe, if you were to make a mistake, it would hasten your reunion with your family. On the other hand, serving the emperor and empress might not be so terrible.
At least, that's what you hoped.
However, a strange feeling began to form at the pit of your stomach, planting seeds of doubt within you.
smutty yandere dilf! emperor? 😍😍 reader is like a servant or something jsjsjsjs
yandere!dilf!emperor x female!servant!reader smutty 18+
cw: dark content, child neglect, alcohol abuse, breeding, inappropriate touching, jealousy, torture, dub-con, mentions of pregnancy and lactation
a/n: to people who see this post, don't like? then don't read
imagine attending as a servant to the emperor who was taken by grief with the lost of his wife
you notice how he drowns himself in alcohol leaving his work to the butlers and other lords
even neglecting his only child, who you can see was sadden by the situation of losing their mother then their father to drinking
the emperor was too drunk to pay attention to you, although you are mostly the one who takes care of him because you tolerate anything that comes into your way
whether he throws a fit or vomit all over, you chose to endure it because of necessity
whenever you have time for yourself, you often find the young child of the emperor all alone, playing by the gardens or at their mother's empty room
the servants and guards attending to the child or passing by would look at the child with pity in their eyes thinking they are going to be doomed for life
having enough of seeing the sad prince/princess, you took it upon yourself to take care of them
you approached the child who was wary but eventually warmed up to you
days went by and the young prince/princess would often follow you like a duckling to it's mother
you adore the little kid and everyone can see it, the smile coming from the prince/princess was enough to make anyone's day bright
the news of his own child being fond of another person reached the ears of the emperor
he was in the middle of throwing a fit when you did not attend to him
the poor guard assigned to him had to inform him how you are currently attending to the his child which explains why you are late
he got a little sober and asked to show where you are
he soon dressed a little more decently albeit still smelling like alcohol and his appearance messy, he still went to find you
the guard lead the way until the emperor comes into a view where you are playing with the prince/princess along with a couple of servants
he watches at how loud his child's laughter are and the glow of your face
he feels his heart beat as if he has fallen in love again
you were nudge and turn to look at the emperor gracing you with his presence
you immediately stop tickling the young child and bow to him
words of apology came out of your lips profusely, stumbling over your words as you look down fearing for the worst
he only asked you to stand up and inspects you
your doe eyed stare makes his insides turn into mush
the young prince/princess turning to you pulling your hand to play again
the emperor looks down at his child who hid behind you from being unfamiliar with their very own father
he kneels down at the level of his child, it pains him how terrible he must've been for neglecting the sweet child his dead wife left behind
he apologizes for his behavior and promises to be on his best
the emperor saw how the little boy/girl would look up to you asking for approval to which you gave them a nod
the kid reluctantly agrees
he then turns to you apologizing and thanking you for taking care of the little one
since that day, it changed the way he looks at you
there's constantly a guard by your side especially when you are with the young child
the emperor keeps an eye on you at times
monitoring your routine
sending gifts and goods to your way
his obsession worsens day by day
he would slowly began to show interest with you
the emperor would drop his bad habits hoping you would see him in a different light
he does want to change but he can't the itching of his mind and hands to be on you
he quits alcohol and now you are his new addiction
he spends more time joining you and his only child
to sneakily get closer to you, learning about your interests and background
it makes him fall deeper in-love with you
his advances would become obvious to everyone, everyone except you
too focused on your duties to even noticed the emperor following you like a puppy
he grew even more jealous and would often take people secretly to torture
the next time you encounter those people, they would only scurry away than interact with you which places you in an odd position
he tunes it up even more through 'accidental' touches
he figures that he loves it when he's close to you, inhaling your scent almost delicious enough to taste you
he's hoping to get more so he permanently assigned you to him when you are not spending time with his child
his company intimidates you as you always feel his heated gaze
eyes scanning down from your head to toe, licking his lips while doing so
the emperor would often cage you in his arms or simply grabbing you by the waist
you get surprised everytime he does
when he couldn't handle it anymore he pins you in place and asks if you can't see how much he's pining for you
you shake your head no and he grins
"I will show you how much I want you to be mine."
he starts kissing you, making you whimper in the process
he makes you wrap your arms around him
kissing you so roughly almost taking your breath away
he rips your dress off making you yelp but he does not break the kiss
the emperor's hands would reach over to rub his palms over your skin
his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps and you feel heated
he breaks of the kiss and his lips travel south to suckle on your nipples
he plays with your breasts, teasing them and pinching them
he chuckles as he hears your whines
"patience, wouldn't be lovely if your lovely breasts swell with milk after I filled you with child?"
his words surprises you, making you worry but your mind is overtaken by lust
"yes please my emperor."
you say sultrily successfully seducing him with a sentence alone
he gets you and him naked
he feels how wet you are for him but decides that it isn't enough for him to let you accomodate to his size
so he scissors your walls with his fingers, rubbing and thrusting until his palms feel your clit
you whine and thrash around as you feel pleasure all over
back arching as he sings praises for how you're doing so well for him
you take the pleasure he gives you and soon comes undone with his hands
he pulls his hands out of your sore pussy, then brings his slick coated fingers to your lips
"open your mouth and suck it."
you comply and suck and lick slick of your release on his fingers
you taste your arousal making you clench your thighs which does not go unnoticed by him
he positions his body between your legs, grabbing you to feel you even closer
he looks down at you with lust
thrusting into you without warning
he groans at the tightness surrounding him almost rendering him motionless with how you squeeze his cock
he starts to thrust slow then suddenly went fast
you moan loudly as he fucks you hard
eyes rolling back to the back of your head
your brain shutting off from the stimulation you are receiving
he rams his cock into you with no mercy, overstimulating your clit in the process
he groans out that he is going to cum he rubs your clit with his thumb
fucking you even harder as you squeal
he thrusts so fast until he cums with a loud groan by your ear
you have your second orgasm with him filling your womb with his seed
he pulls out to see how his cum drips, he pushes it back with a thumb letting you moan a little softly
He cuddles you and you snuggle right back
You immediately fall asleep with exhaustion
he whispers in your ear that you are going to be his and his only
the emperor is determined to make you take the seat of the queen to raise his children and be his wife
he wants you to swell up with his kids marking you as his
for now he let's you rest and those plans with be continued for another day
read til ch2, waiting for more

The Fallen Kingdom (Project) ll Masterpost
-- Summary : When you love you give everything to the person whom you love and you did the same. You gave everything to your husband the crown prince your heart, your loyalty, your power..... And return what you got was only betrayal. From him , from your best friend..... You lost your only reason to live... Your son... You died for the man who killed your baby boy thinking it would be the end but it seems like some people want you back, they want you to live .....
And that's why you are back to square one..... The day you where you first time meet your ex husband, the crown prince, but this time you had promised to yourself, you wouldn't let him get you, and even if you did, you would destroy everything he have, you would destroy everything that can give him happiness.
-- Pairing : various yanderes x ex empress (in former life)reader
-- Warning : Fantasy , yandere, unhealthy obsession, cheating , death , murder , poisoning, reincarnation...
-- Genere : romance , poly!au, supernatural, fantasy , action , thriller, drama
-- Status : Ongoing
--Interesting facts : #01 #02
--Character Moodboards: Cardinal Johan Callahan , Ariston Y/n L/n , Anara Y/n L/n , Reina Cydaea , Emperor Ambrosius Calypso
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Chapter one: When then betrayer is betrayed
Chapter two : Poisioned cups and broken trust
𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐃.
— YANDERE EMPEROR x GN READER
tags. historical/regency au. arranged marriage. half-angel!emperor. sub!yan & dom!reader undertones. mild blood & violence tw. suggestive & mature content. mild degradation.
second part/his pov.

Yandere!Emperor, who you've been arranged to be wed to since the moment you were born. It was all part of a peace treaty, see. Your parents — King and Queen of a kingdom that simply paled in comparison to the Empire — could not afford a war, yet neither did they want their kingdom to be annexed.
So, they simply sold your soul to the devil instead.
'Devil' was an understatement. The Imperial Family was said to have been descended from angels, and those with even a droplet of imperial blood far outshone regular humans. And what was a devil but a fallen angel? They were even said to have magic powers, but no one ever lived to tell the tale anyway.
Angels, demons, gods... It was all the same to you.
None of the nobles in the Empire wanted their heirs to be tied to monsters like that, and the Empress had wanted her son's spouse to have only the purest of blood — so, who better than the family rumored to be descended from a god?
You meet him for the very first time when the both of you are 18 years of age. Your parents had packed you a month's worth of clothes and sent you off, just like that. You were supposed to 'get to know him' and whatever before you got married at 20, but you see no point. In the end, you are tied with him for life.
Truly, rumours and portraits did him no justice.
He stands half a head taller than you, gaze piercing and posture prim. His hair is a pure, blinding white, and his eyes are yellow as glittering gold. It's long, even tied in a ponytail, reaching his waist.
He greets you politely, kissing the back of your hand when you offer it, and leading you to the parlour silently. Despite it all, you can see right through his facade. He runs too cold for a human, and smiles too sharp. Behind his eyes is nothing but a demon masquerading as a man.
You decide then and there you want nothing to do with him.
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On the other hand, he is taken with you instantly. Right from the very start, you seem completely disinterested in him.
Disinterested.
No one has treated him that way in his entire life. He's only ever been fawned over or feared, and nothing in between. All of them saw him as a inhuman.
But you?
You don't seem to care about him at all.
It sends a thrill shooting within him, right down to the tips of his toes. He wants to test the limits of your distinterest. He wants to win you over. He wants to see you hate him. He wants...
"What do you think?" his mother asks him, after the short meeting has concluded and he has seen you to your bedroom.
He grins. "I believe they're perfect."
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The month you spend in the Imperial Palace is an odd one.
The Crown Prince had been practically glued to your side, which killed all your chances of socializing with the nobles in the area. One day, you snapped and demanded he left you alone. He did.
... For some reason, he seemed strangely happy as he left.
It only took about three days before he was back to badgering you. This time, you made (threatened) him give you some free time on the weekends.
Then, a month flies by, and you're on your way back to your kingdom.
"Farewell, darling," he says, almost mournfully. He kisses the back of your hand like he always does, but this time, it seems to linger. "I eagerly await our next meeting."
You don't deign to reply, snatching your hand away and stepping into the carriage.
There's an odd glint in his eye as he watches you leave.
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Not a week since your return home is when you find him at your castle gates. He's brought nothing with him but a carriage filled with gifts. For you.
There's just about everything you can think of. Jewellery, clothes, books...
"What in the world are you doing here?" you hiss.
"I simply missed your presence," he says happily. "I do hope you like the gifts I've prepared for you!"
"We aren't supposed to meet until a week before the wedding," you remind him dryly. "That's in two years."
"Oh, heavens," he gasps, obviously faking his surprise. "Haven't you received my letter? The wedding has been rescheduled to a week from now!"
What the fuck...?
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The wedding passes by in a blur. He had prepared everything in advance. The decorations, the venue, the clothes... Not a thing was out of place. Didn't wedding preparations take months?
He tells you not to worry about it when you ask.
He leads you to his bedchambers where the two of you will have your first night. Though his strides are elegant as always, there is an urgency to it you've never seen before. His eyes gleam.
Yet the moment the both of you are undressed, his prior confidence seems to have been reduced to ashes. He stares at you unmovingly, waiting for you to make the first move. His skin is flushed, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.
You roll your eyes. If he weren't so good looking...
"What are you waiting for? Get on the bed," you snap. "Let's just get this over with."
He is, you soon realise, terribly eager and just as terrible in bed.
You have your hands in his hair, and he has his lips on your neck. When he bites into a particularly sensitive spot, you jerk and tug on accident, and he lets out a loud moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. White paints the sheets, and your stomach.
"God, you're useless at this, aren't you? We haven't even started yet."
From the sounds he's making, it seems as if he couldn't agree more. He keens into you further, sucking and biting and licking as if his life depends on it. In no time at all, his cock presses into your stomach once more.
Well, at least he has the stamina.
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The Empress is dead.
The Crown Prince had killed her.
There's blood dripping from his sword, a manic grin on his lips. His clothes are stained red. The Empress' body lies cold on the ground not five feet away from him.
"What did you do...?"
When he notices your presence, he can't help but light up. He rushes to you cheerfully, his sword clattering to the ground. Wrapping you up in a tight hug, he nuzzles his face into your neck. You tense, gaze still fixated on the body on the ground.
"I killed her. She said that gods didn't exist any longer. How could they not? You're standing right before me. She said that gods didn't exist, and I killed her for it."
He's rambling now, muffled into your skin. You can feel his blood-stained hands grasp yours, toying with your fingers and knuckles and wrist. He's rambling now, but all you see is how he had severed all her limbs.
"... I want to give you everything. Then, I realised that if I was to have everything, I have to be Emperor. But Mother would never relinquish her throne unless she were dead. So now she is. Are you listening? Darling?"
"Yeah," you force out, through gritted teeth. "I heard you just fine."
He giggles.
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Yandere!Emperor, who now somehow seems to see you as a god.
"If I've descended from an angel, then it's only right you've descended from a god. Look at you, darling, you're divine."
"That's cute," you comment lazily.
The both of you are lying in bed. You have a book in your hands, whilst he stares at you as you read. Things like this have long become a regular occurrence.
Then, he takes one of your hands and starts to play with your fingers. He kisses every knuckle, every joint, then begins to nibble on your thumb.
You scowl, and attempt to snatch your hand away. His grip is too tight for you to do so. "What are you doing? That's disgusting."
He blushes. "You... taste divine as well. Please, allow me?"
What's the point of saying no? He'd only whine until you agreed anyway. Still, he is hot when he acts all pathetic.
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"Please..." he nearly sobs, tears running down his cheeks.
He's worked himself up into a frenzy just by playing with your hand, and now he's resorted to begging for your attention. His grip on your arm is tight, and his forehead presses against your shoulder.
His side of the bed is already soaked with sweat and tears and pre-come.
You sigh, flipping a page of your book. "I said I'm busy."
You grasp him by his hair and pull him up to your eye level. He spasms. He's writhing in place, twisting and turning and keening into nothing in his delirium. His eyes are glassy, now only garbled words leaving his lips.
You can make out a few. Like 'please', 'god', and 'yes'. For the first in time years, you smile. This can almost be considered nice.
Bring your lips to his, he eagerly meets you halfway. He tastes salty from all his tears, but also a hint of sweet. You bite down on his bottom lip, hard.
And that is enough.
He shrieks, debauched and utterly gone.
His high lasts longer this time, ropes of white spilling and spilling and spilling from his tip. He's heaving, and crying, and muttering thank you so reverently you'd think he was speaking to a god. To him, you certainly are.
You let go of his hair, his head dropping onto the pillow with a soft thud. The sheets are completely soiled, and so are your clothes.
You click your tongue in annoyance, looking at the book in your lap. He had stained that too.

end notes. i want to give him a name, but i don't really have many ideas. any suggestions? this is my first fic here, hope you enjoyed!
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