❝ 📜 — lady l: I got a little carried away with this and it ended up being longer than I wanted, but... I hope you like it! Please forgive any mistakes! :) ❤️🤎

❝tw: toxic relationships, controlling, possessive and obsessive behavior, and implied "disappearance".

❝📜pairing: yandere!napoleon bonaparte x fem!reader, yandere!caesar augustus x fem!reader and yandere!julius caesar x fem!reader.

Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon is a husband who loves as if he were on a military campaign. And, probably, he is.

He doesn't feel insignificantly. He feels like someone conquering territory. When he loves, you cease to be just a wife, you become the strategic center of his existence. Your mood alters the atmosphere of the palace. Your silence becomes a warning sign. Your smile is a victory.

Bonaparte is a husband who writes long, intense letters even when he's in the next room. You never doubt that he loves you. The problem is the intensity of that love. He wants to know where you are, who you're with, what you're thinking, what you're dreaming about. Not out of mere curiosity but because, in his mind, to love is to watch over, protect, control the scene.

He is a proud husband. Napoleon can't stand the idea of ​​someone looking at you with interest. If another man dares to get too close, he doesn't make a scene. He smiles. Then he deals with it. Strategically. Coldly. Definitively.

Napoleon is a husband who turns you into a symbol. You are the emperor's wife. The inspiration for his decisions. The image he wants to immortalize. He likes to think that you belong to his world and that the whole world knows it.

He is the kind of husband who, when he feels insecure, doesn't admit it. He hardens. He becomes more controlling. He tests your loyalty in small gestures. He observes your reactions. Because, deep down, his greatest fear is not war. It's being betrayed. It's being humiliated. It's losing you.

He is very dramatic. A small argument can turn into a matter of state. He speaks as if every conflict were the prelude to an imperial downfall. And then, regretting the excess, he compensates with gifts, exaggerated attention and grandiose promises.

Napoleon believes deeply that you are safer under his command. He would say that the world is unstable, that people are treacherous, that he is the only one capable of maintaining order around him. And he would truly believe it.

But Napoleon is also a devoted husband. If you are loyal, if you remain by his side, he will move armies for you. He can face entire coalitions, but his weak point will always be your gaze. You are not just a wife, you are the territory he never wants to lose.

And, deep down, what makes it all dangerous… Is that he would love you as he loves power, with absolute intensity, with constant fear of losing, and with the conviction that everything, including the world, can be rearranged to keep you by his side.

Caesar Augustus

Augustus is a husband who loves like one who governs an empire; calmly, calculatingly and with absolute control.

You never see him lose his composure. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't make scenes, doesn't show jealousy explosively. But you feel, all the time, that you are being watched. Not out of childish distrust, but because, for him, everything needs to be in order. Including love, actually, specially love.

Augustus wants to make you part of his project. You are not just a wife. You are a symbol. You represent stability, morality, tradition. Your behavior directly reflects the image he has built with so much effort. And he values ​​that image above almost everything else.

Augustus will corrects with silence. If you cross a line, he doesn't explode. He cools down. He becomes distant. His disappointment weighs more than any shouting could. And you quickly learn which attitudes are acceptable because he doesn't need to repeat them twice.

He believes that discipline is care. That limits are protection. That control is security.

Augustus will experiment with jealousy strategically. If someone looks at you with too much interest, he doesn't confront them immediately. He observes. He investigates. And, at some convenient moment, that person ceases to represent a threat. Transferred. Isolated. Forgotten. And removed permanently from your life.

He fears scandal more than betrayal. Not because he doesn't care about you but because reputation is the foundation of power. If something threatens the family's image, he acts. And he acts with necessary coldness.

He loves you. He really does. But he loves within a structure.

You never go without. You never experience instability. You will never go hungry. He builds a solid, organized, predictable life for both of you. There is security by his side. There is respect. There is constancy. And he expects the same from you.

He needs to know that you are aligned with him. That you share his values. That you understand the weight of the position he holds. He does not tolerate emotional chaos. He does not tolerate public impulsiveness. He wants order, including in your heart.

If you are loyal, discreet, and steadfast by his side, he is unwavering. He protects you as he protects Rome. He ensures that nothing external threatens your position. He keeps you safe.

And you will understand that for Augustus, love is never separate from power. You can be deeply loved, but always within the empire he built. And he never ceases to be emperor. Not even when he is by your side.

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar is a husband who loves like someone who lives to be remembered.

You are never small beside him. He makes sure you are seen, admired, almost mythical. Being with Caesar means being at the center of history. He likes the spotlight. He likes spectacle. And he likes knowing that you are the woman who walks beside him while Rome watches.

Caesar is a very charismatic husband. He smiles easily, speaks well, and touches your hand in public without fear. Unlike his adopted son, he doesn't hide his passion behind discipline. He likes to be seen. He likes to be talked about.

But don't be fooled.

Caesar is a strategist. He reads people like he reads the Senate. If someone approaches you with ulterior motives, he notices before you even do. He doesn't react immediately, he stores the information. Because Caesar never acts without thinking about the political effect.

Julius Caesar is a husband who needs to be admired. Do you love him? Great. Do you respect him? Even better. Do you idolize him? Perfect. He feeds off of that.

He wants to be your leader, your ally, your personal hero. And he will protect you with the same intensity with which he would cross the Rubicon. If someone threatens you, he doesn't hesitate. The difference is that he can turn a personal conflict into a public decision.

Caesar is intense but not silent. He can get angry. He can show wounded pride. He can use irony. But he doesn't like to lose, neither politically nor emotionally.

The danger with Caesar isn't silent control. It's his ego.

If you betray him, if you humiliate him, if you threaten his image… The blow isn't just to his heart. It's to his identity. And Caesar doesn't handle humiliation well. He may forgive if he really loves you, but he will never forget.

At the same time, he's not a jailer. He likes strong, intelligent, present women. He admires brilliance. He admires personality. But he needs to feel that he remains the gravitational center of the relationship.

Julius Caesar will promise you the world and may actually try to deliver it to you.

He will include you in his plans, conversations, and ambitions. He will make you feel like you are building something great alongside him. But there will always be a silent truth.

He loves you. But he loves the legacy too. And, for Caesar, being eternal matters as much as being loved.

Being with him is living intensely, under constant light, with passion, power, and risk mixed together. You will never be bored.

But you will also never be offstage. You won't be shy with him because he won't allow it.

Because César doesn't know how to live away from history, and you, by his side, are part of it.

suggestive!!

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Getting Reincarnated as the daughter of Cleopatra was the last thing you expected to happen to you.

The woman had you with a lover and decided to pass you off as the daughter of her first husband, Ptolemy XIII.

Let us get one thing straight, you were proud to be Cleopatra's daughter, as you saw her intelligence and chrismatic nature.

Being her first child, her overprotective attitude showed as you grew up.

She seduced Julius Caesar and Mark Antony to secure your safety.

There's no denying that you are her favourite child.

You tried to convince your mother to take different paths to avoid her demise.

But in the end, the paths still led to her demise.

However, the last female Pharaoh of Egypt decided to take you with her, refusing to leave you in the mercy of Augustus Caesar like the rest of her children.

Cleopatra’s gaze burned with a frenzied intensity as she clutched the your trembling hands, her voice trembling with emotion.

"My dearest daughter," she whispered, her tone a mix of desperation and conviction.

"Rome’s chains will not touch us. If Augustus dares to take us, we will not give him the satisfaction of parading us as spoils of war. You and I are above such humiliation, we are divine!"

Her grip tightened, her nails pressing into your skin, and she gestured toward a small, ornate chest on the table.

Within it lay the deadly asp, coiled and waiting.

Cleopatra’s eyes shone with determination as she drew the you closer, her words laced with a terrifying calmness.

"Together, we shall ascend to the gods. You belong with me, forever."

You stumbled backward, your heart pounding in terror as Cleopatra’s words sank in.

"No! I don’t want to die! Please, Mother, we can escape! There has to be another way!" You pleaded, tears streaming down your face.

The idea of experiencing death once again, a foreign, unimaginable concept for someone pulled from a different world sent you into panic.

Cleopatra, however, dismissed your protests with a soft, almost pitying smile, as though the your fear was a child’s naivety.

"Hush now," she murmured, stroking your cheek with a tenderness that only deepened the dread in her heart.

"You don’t understand yet, but you will. This is the only freedom left to us. The gods will welcome us as one."

Desperation clawed at you as Cleopatra reached for the asp, her movements slow.

You fell to your knees, clutching Cleopatra’s skirts, your voice breaking as you begged,

"Please, don’t do this! I’m not ready, I don’t want to leave, I need to be here for my siblings"

For the first time, Cleopatra hesitated, her hand trembling as she looked down at the your tear-streaked face.

For a fleeting moment, something human flickered in Cleopatra’s gaze, doubt, perhaps, or sorrow.

But it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by the unyielding determination of a queen who believed she was saving her beloved daughter from a fate worse than death.

"You don’t need to be afraid," Cleopatra whispered, pulling the reader into a suffocating embrace.

"We are leaving this world together. You’ll thank me when we are free."

However, when the asp bites you then Cleopatra...you miraculously and barely manage to survive.

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When you woke, the oppressive weight of Cleopatra’s arms was gone, replaced by the cool silk of Roman linens.

The air felt heavy, and the low murmur of distant voices sent a shiver down your spine.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, your body weak but alive, and saw a figure seated beside your bed, his presence radiating authority. Augustus.

His smile was unnervingly calm, his piercing eyes watching her as if you were a prey ensnared in his trap.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Augustus said softly, his voice like honey laced with venom.

He leaned closer, his hands clasped as though he were greeting an honored guest, not a survivor of a tragedy he orchestrated.

"You’re even more exquisite than I imagined. Cleopatra spoke of you so often, a divine child, she called you, her most precious treasure."

His gaze darkened slightly, a possessive edge creeping into his tone.

"And now, you’re mine." Your heart raced as you struggled to sit up, your body shaking under the weight of exhaustion.

Augustus reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a mockery of Cleopatra’s tender touch.

Like catherine is about to take readers virginity but she's confused why the general is taking off her clothes suddenly and why is the thing between her legs so hard and standing when its usually just hanging? 😭😭😭 that would be both kinda funny and awkward

CW: Very Innocent! Reader, heavy corruption kink, sex ed, handjob, blowjob, guided sex

Mmm, something about a super innocent Reader getting a sex ed lesson from Catherine is very appealing. I can see Catherine pulling down her pants and Reader looking at her dick in awe, as her normally flaccid cock is suddenly upright and much bigger than usual. She isn’t even flustered, just mildly curious when she sees Catherine’s “part” perk up in interest.

“Like what you see?” Catherine chuckles.

“It’s…tall of a sudden,” you remark softly. “And big.”

Pride swells into the General’s ego.

“That’s what happens when it sees pretty girls like you,” Catherine chuckles. “Go on, You can touch it.”

And she watches as you do a small poke on her tip, just one little poke because she didn’t specify what kind of touch. Catherine’s breath hitches at that innocent, quick, tap, and she almost wants to laugh.

“You can keep your hand on it,” she specifies, reaching down to grab your wrist. She guides your hand over to her throbbing length and wraps your fingers around it. You can feel the warmth radiating from her cock, how it twitches a little under your grip. It’s a new sensation, and Catherine revels in the pure curiosity running through your eyes.

Slowly, she’ll show you how to jerk her off, sliding your hand up and down in a pumping motion that has her groaning into her fist. Something about the way you look up at her with uncertain, learning eyes has the blonde wanting to ruin you even more. You probably don’t even know what you’re doing, but you’ll learn soon enough.

“It’s hard,” you comment suddenly.

Catherine lets out a breathy chuckle and grins.

“It’s supposed to be hard. It’ll feel good when I put it in you.”

“In…me?”

“Yeah, but we’ll get to that later.”

At the first few beads of precum leaking out, Catherine watches as you lean in with interest. The semi-clear fluid seems to draw you in, and Catherine gets an idea.

“You can taste it you know,” she hums. “People do it all the time.”

“Really?”

You sounded so surprised at that, and Catherine has to resist the urge to push you down onto her length because she was just so bricked. The things you would do to her would drive this woman mad (in a good way).

“Yeah, it’s called a blowjob. Here, wrap your lips around me…like this…”

She bites her lip while guiding your head down, groaning when your lips part around her tip. You give a hesitant kitten lick to the leaking head, before she pushes you down to fully suck her off.

“Fuck…just like that…”

She didn’t push you any further for fear of making you choke, but just having your mouth on her tip was good enough for her. Besides, the sight of you not knowing what you were doing while orally pleasing her, was just eye candy to the General. She could watch you all night while you did this.

She leans back and watches as you take the reins yourself, applying what Catherine taught you and looking up constantly for her approval. You were so cute, starting to get the hang of it as you began sucking her dick like it was second nature. It made Catherine wonder about teaching you other sexual things. She wonders how well you’d learn how to do a breast job, or a lap dance, or most excitingly of all; how to take Catherine inside. Let her take your virginity and make you completely hers, she couldn’t wait to teach you that.

feixiao on the other hand loves frenzied kisses. she’s high energy all the time so kisses with her can end up really giggly and silly, laughing into each others’ mouth and swallowing the sound. adores it when you cradle her face and press kisses all over it, especially when she’s got you scooped up in her arms, head tilted up to you like leaves to the sun.

shalom likes neck kisses a lot. ofc, she still loves being kissed on the lips, but i think in her case neck kisses bring with it a certain kind of honesty. she’s so used to controlling her expressions, but her heart, unbroken anew, is a lot more sincere. so she likes it when you kiss her fluttering pulse—trembling because of you—and you can feel the emotions you inspire in her uninhibited under your lips.

catherine… ugh i hate her but she’s a knuckle-kiss gentlewoman. will take any opportunity to idly take your hand and bring it to her lips. it’s a soft, chaste brush of lips—the real intensity comes from the way she looks at you, blue eyes fathomlessly deep. it’s a little difficult to tell what she’s thinking like this, but maybe that’s intentional. she also enjoys inner-wrist kisses.

trigger likes it when you kiss her mask. she’d wear the lipstick stain with pride, and orphie finds it sooooo cute and romantic (magus… less so). she’s also a very touchy kisser, and it might seem overkill to some the way her fingers are splayed really all over your face as she’s kissing you, but she wants the clearest picture of you she can get. likes brushing her thumbs over your cheekbones as she kisses you. also gets super super flustered if you hold her by the waist as you kiss her.

viper is a big nape kisser enjoyer. she’s a very busy woman so long makeout sessions are few and far between—sneaking in quick kisses throughout the day is far more efficient. and also, she doesn’t distract you from your work (or vice versa) with just the briefest press of her lips to the back of your neck. it’s like a quietly affectionate reminder of i’m still here, and i love you. if she’s feeling particularly needy that day she might indulge in wrapping you up in her arms from behind and kissing down your neck, as far as she can go before she reaches the collar of your clothes.

I AM SO SORRY FOR ANY AUGUST MISCHARACTERISATION!! I WILL TRY MY BEST!! i went through her voicelines and read other fanfics but this is not the most accurate im so sorry </3

i think after coming out of the cryo chamber she's still very not used to how normalised same sex relationships are now.. let alone same sex..sex

i think first time with augustus would actually be a really vulnerable moment! she's not sure how to pleasure you fully and similar to hilda you guide her through it

absolutely enchanted by how beautiful you look when she's two fingers deep inside you, she's a fast learner and is quick to figure out what makes you cry out the loudest

in a bit of stunned silence at first just watching you come undone but once she finds her voice again you bet she's teasing you nonstop

poking fun at how whiny you are just for her and how it's all only for her

did not realise eating someone out was a thing and was definitely a bit put off by it at first, but then you offered to demonstrate for her and oh boy..

had her throwing her head back and digging her fingernails into the bedsheets and everything

surprised at how quickly she came undone, she's had sex with men before and it has never felt this good

unable to stop herself from grinding herself against your mouth, and you encourage her to chase that pleasure and that turns her on so much more

catherine augustus andohar (ptn) x fem!reader

for catherine it was just another exorbitant ball thrown by the most pompous and pretentious individuals of disscity when fate had led her back to you. it wasn't like she didn't try to find you until now, in fact you were one of her first thoughts after her long slumber and until now your shadows slipped from her grasps.

her beaming eyes softened a shade dimmer as it nails your figure, the years you've lived while she slept showed even from her afar but she'd never mistake you for anybody else. your skin was as radiant as the general had remembered, only now it doesn't cling to your bones as better. she tries to meet your eyes but her view was obstructed by a man.

before she could come over and greet, the man had taken a comfortable place by your side as if he'd done it countless times before while you allow his arm to caress your waist. it was then catherine had caught a shiny glint under the chandelier; a thin gold band around your ring finger.

the great outcast general could only laugh lightly. despite all her boasting, time never revolved around her and it certainly did not wait for her.

however, she had never needed time in the first place. it is finite, but she knows how to utilize limited resources. and she is patient, very. patience that lasted for a few moments until she strutted over your place, making her presence known to every attendee.

meanwhile, your face morphs to disbelief the moment you recognize her eternal face. she looked exactly the same from that day; the day you put her to sleep.

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"promise me," catherine whispers as she lay in her new bed. a few moments from now she'd be off to peace and quiet.

"i promise." you agree even though she hasn't made the promise clear yet. you take her hand in yours and dig your fingers to the back of her hand, it would take a lot more to hurt her but you hope your feeble strength is enough to carve your existence onto her. catherine laughs at your eagerness as she envelops your hand with both of her firm ones.

"live, my love." she had fought and faced death many times to carve her name into the stone of history but she's ready to do more to etch herself in your memory. catherine takes a long pause as if she's lining up her next words perfectly. or maybe she's afraid to say it. "don't wait for me."

"live every moment i can't and the years i don't have." catherine presses her forehead to yours. "i don't want to be your shackle. don't let my memory hold you back." even as the words come out her mouth she yearns to haunt your wake. she hopes you never forget her and think of her every second she's asleep and you're not. if she had truly made her name known, then let all the legends and stories of her not just accompany through your lone stride but remind you that you belong to her.

alas, your reply never came through words but as a small nod.

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"catherine," you breathe. you jump into her arms before your unshed tears fall.

catherine closes her arm around you by instinct as she looks for the right words, her first words to you. is 'i missed you' enough? should she say something about the ring? how does one greet their greatest love? the general finds herself speechless in front of you much to her fascination.

"all these years, in all of my long dreams, you were always there," catherine wraps her arms around you tightly, firmly; she had missed the reality of your touch. after a few moments, the general willed herself to pull away and grabbed your hands.

"may i have this dance?" her lips press a gentle kiss to your hand as she sends you a question with only one answer.

"you need not ask." and catherine leads you towards the center where the chandeliers are the brightest and the music is ambient.

the general basks in your radiance, her grip is soft but there is no distance between your bodies. she leans further to you, "would you hate me if i kissed you right now?"

"i'd never hate you, catherine. you know that." but even as the words leave your lips, the general feels your warmth slowly leave her body. "but-" you swallow in pity to yourself, you know she's already noticed but why can't you bring yourself to say it to her face: 'i have a husband now.'

"i know. you've kept your promise," catherine finishes for you and closes the distance you opened.