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𝓘 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓿𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮.

Current Main Cast (More will be added):

You: in the body of royal princess Amira De Vance Allen

Lady Calenthè Valeris of Valeris Duchy

Duke Yuriel Rasmuth of Rasmuth Duchy

What could be more convenient than you being isekai'd into the body of a historical manhwa's female lead? I mean, people get isekai'd as villainesses or side characters all the time. They always have this nightmare of a bad ending or even the threat of death to deal with. But not you. You got the cream of the crop, the vip ticket to acing the storyline of a historical manhwa.

Congratulations, Princess Amira De Vance! You are in the body of the noble, pure, white lotus of a mary sue (that's a lot of words, wait, does the author hate them for some reason!?) female lead. Not only are you a saintess with healing powers, you also get the hot male lead in the end, the cold duke of the north (he's just very chilly, don't judge him).

But not before witnessing the trials of the original manhwa of course. There is the villainess to deal with. And the dragons. And the war. And the enemy kingdoms.

All you have to do is stay on the righteous side and heal people. First, the plague that the enemy nations intentionally brought in with infected imports has to be almost eradicated by you unleashing your powers. Then, you go to the battlefield as a medic, and because of you most soldiers don't end up dying and stay in good enough shape to overwhelm the enemies.

Sounds easy enough, right?

But interesting things happen before the main plot of the story. You get engaged to the Duke Rasmuth, who doesn't really seem to want anything to do with you at first. Most side characters were extremely sympathetic to the fl, because who in their right mind wouldn't want to marry a royal saintess? But you weren't jolted by this fact. You knew how the story goes.

Eventually Rasmuth's childhood sweetheart arrives on the scene of your engagement party. Lady Calenthè of the Valeris Duchy. Lady Calenthè, like you, was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. But she was everything unlike you.

She never had any magical powers when she was born. In fact, she was a bit of an odd duck, and considering the Duchy of Valeris was meant to have powers over blood magic, her very presence was considered ominous due to her having inherited no magic. Because she was powerless, she was often mistreated in her early life. But she didn't let that stop her from seizing power from anywhere she could. It took her some time, but she excelled in everything. Swordsmanship, academics, the arts, music, everything. There were rumors about how the villainess would work herself to a near death like state while almost bleeding.

Your heart ached hearing all this.

And it ached even more seeing how Duke Rasmuth treated her.

The moment she arrived his back straightened up, but in a way that someone notices a threat entering their life. The moment you lay your eyes on her, you caught your breath.

Her skin was tanned, but her hair was white. Strange eyes and hair colours were typical of these manhwas, but her features shone in a way that was captivating. Her eyes were blood red, which was typical of a person from the Valeris Duchy. But her hair, which was supposed to be red, was all white.

Some people said it was the sign of the Valeris bloodline's magic fading. Her lack of magical powers didn't help.

She came in a sparkly red dress and some people gasped. While it was the colour of her house, it was obvious what this colour meant at engagements and weddings in this world.

This was the first time you saw any emotion on Duke Rasmuth's face.

'You.. You dare insinuate that there was something between us?' He says, as she approaches us both. To your surprise, he quickly hides you a little behind him, as if sensing a threat towards you.

That would be stupid. You're a royal princess and right now the entire ballroom's eyes are on you three. And Lady Calenthè wasn't giving off the 'dumb enough to attack a beloved princess in front of everyone' vibes.

'I greet the little moon of the empire, Princess Amira De Vance Allen,' she bows down in front of us.

Oh right. Your status is higher than the duke right now. Of course you get greeted first when you aren't married to a duke yet.

'You inso-' the Duke starts.

'I greet your grace, Duke Rasmuth,' she says, in a bored manner. You sense a hint of venom underneath, even though it wasn't obvious.

In the beginning of the story, it was intended that Rasmuth and Calenthe get engaged. Calenthe was extremely attached to him.

But Rasmuth was cold to her for the sole reason that the intended engagement was meant to insult him. Calenthe was the abandoned and powerless daughter of the Valeris Duchy after all. And Rasmuth was the youngest son of three back then. It was a bit of an inside joke of the Rasmuth family, the symbol of fading power loving the symbol of none. It's like the waning crescent moon.

Eventually the sons of the Rasmuth family died, one by one. First, the eldest son had swallowed a piece of glass during teatime (must be in the sandwiches, huh?). He died coughing up blood for three days as the shard went down his throat, his stomach and eventually his guts. The second son's leg caught up in the reins of the horse he was tending to, and the horse ran off with him screaming across the woods. When he was found, he wasn't exactly in one piece..

Henceforth we see Yuriel finally inherit the Rasmuth Duchy. Since he was the new Duke, a match better than Calenthè was sought for him. Your father would've preferred a royal from one of the neighbouring kingdoms, but the noble faction was getting unstable.

This was one of the reasons why this kingdom was now seeing strained relations with some of the neighbouring countries. A princess with powers of a saintess was a well anticipated bride for some of these nations. However, your match was found within the nation instead, while the norm of the time was that royal marriages were a tool for political gain.

While you were flattered at first, the very thought of it also made you feel a little guilty. You never thought you would reincarnate into a woman whose face could start and end wars.

So here you stand, forced to be merry with the very woman that is supposed to harass Rasmuth and you to near death, for the sole reason that she will not be cast aside like dirt, even if she never really did have any affection for Rasmuth. For Lady Calenthe, it was a matter of pride. In the story, this element was shown in order to portray her as a heartless and calculating woman.

But to you, it made her seem all the more likeable.

But you were about to learn your lesson for that one. Monsters are only likeable in fiction and from a distance, but if they make you their target, you get a harsh wake up call to reality.

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ To be Continued ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

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Yandere Lawliet x Reader NSFW

Summary: L had always wanted true successors. Ones that are tied by blood. Maybe you could help him with that fantasy

Warnings: breeding kink, mentions of blood, biting, L being a pervert, drugging , L ooc?, L doesnt like his successors much, masterbastion, L drugging sweets, Yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping,

Word count: 1234

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L just always liked the idea of blood successors. Raising them just right, to perfection. And now that he has you, that fantasy can become reality.

He slowly creeps to your door and knock on it carefully. No answer so he goes inside. And there you were, laying in your bed, in a slim nightgown. You looked perfect like that.

When he opened the door your eyes snapped towards him. You rolled your eyes away from him and grabbed a book from the nearby nightstand, Probably to ignore him. He doesnt mind as he crawls next to your legs.

“Dearest?” He asks in a low voice. You don't reply with anything. Just continuing to read your book, continuing to ignore his gaze. “Y/nn.” He sings. “Leave me alone.”

He pretends that he didnt hear that. “I was wondering something.” Now you were honestly curious. You never heard him ask for something from you. He always just took it. Your things, your clothes. Anything to gain your attention. But now hes actually asking for something? So you respond with an angry hum.

“You remember my successors, right?” You did. He talked about them quite often, saying they were good kids. And they were the best successors he's ever had. You hummed again. “Well. I've been thinking.”

“I think we need more then two.” You were confused. So you asked “what do you mean.” His head was now laying on your thighs, his hair tickling you. “Well. Personally. They could be better, if I had someone to teach instead of the orphanage. I would be able to have even better successors.”

“I dont understand.”

“I want blood successor, ones that are tied by blood.” He says, you finally understand, and your eyes widened. You tried to crawl away from him. Screaming insults in the process.

“NO WAY AM I CARRYING YOUR CHILD EVER! YOU PERVERT GET AWAY FROM ME.”

He tried to calm you down, but all he could do is pull you back underneath him. He shushed you, putting his hand over your mouth to keep you silent.

“I want you to consider it. Just think. If I personally raise them, they'll be better than me even. And we will finally have some company, some small company running around the house.”

You didnt want to think of that, small baby L’s and yours running around the house, clingy to both of you.

An L copy, maybe more. You didnt even know how many he wanted. “NO! I DONT WANT TO! YOU CANT MAKE ME!”

“Not at the moment I cant. I'll give you some time to think about it. You tell me your opinion later.” He said before ducking down and kissing your forehead.

He then got up and left your room. Leaving you dazed and confused on what just happened. You could feel small tear droplets running down your cheek as you stared blankly at the wall.

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L held the small bottle in his hand, he carefuly read the label, “Spice up your sex life with the new Aphrodisiac. Only a spoon full.” He carefully filled the spoon up with the liquid. It was a nice hot pink, which was odd but he didnt complain as he dumped it in the batter.

He knew you were hungry, hungry enough for food that he made, he told you that he had to go somewhere for a bit, so he was leaving you here. There was no way you could escape. But he knew you were hungry enough to eat the cake he was making. The one that had a small special ingredient.

But he didnt realized that when he came back he was greeted with a whimpering you, on the couch. Trying your best to create some friction with your fingers.

“This is all your fault isnt it.” You panted, not even caring about the vulnerable state you were in. “I dont know what your talking about dearest.” He said with a low smug smile. He was extremely content with the view he had. But he wouldn't mind a little more, “do you need any help?”

“Fuck you.” You gasped.

“If you dont need my help, I guess I'll go get something to eat.“

“Wait! Please!” You screamed. Trying to stop him from leaving. He smiled and back up next to you again. “Yes darling?”

“Please. I need your help. Please, please!”you begged. Your fingers were getting tired and crampy. You couldn't do this forever, you needed someone else, you were too desperate to ignore his help.

“Have you thought about what you wanted?” He said while crawling in between your legs. “Huh?” You sighed. “Dont you remember? I thought you would, it was such an important topic, I cant belive you would forget.” He mocked you, he sat in your legs. Holding them right above his hips.

“Wha- I. I cant remember.” Your mind was so full of that drug, that all you could think about was the relief he was going to give you.

“Then let me ask you again.” he whispered in your ear.

“Will you give me my future successors?” He said in that low voice that made you weak. “But. I dont wanna get pregnant, it's scary.” You whimpered. “Dont worry.” He cooed.”I'll be with you a the way. But I do need an answer from you dear.”

You didnt want to get pregnant, but the need growing in between your legs was starting to hurt. And you had a feeling he wasnt going to start unless you agreed. So you nodded.

“That's what I want to see.” He buried his face in your neck as he started to grind his dick against you. Making you groan.

“I c-ant.” you stutter. You cant process anything when he makes you feel like this. “Its okay, just let me do everything.” He mutters into your ear.

As he grinds he leans over and bites your neck hard, hard enough to draw a thin stream of blood. You hiss, you could feel his mouth form into a smile.

Suddenly he gets up and pulled his pants and boxes down. “I'm sorry, Love. But I cant hold it in anymore.” He chuckles. He didnt hesitate before showving himself inside you. Making you gasp for breath.

It was like he knocked out all the air from your lungs, You could feel him soothing the burn in between your legs.

His thrusts were harsh. Like he was trying to find something, deep inside you. “F-fuck. “ he cried. “Imagine. Us, a little. Kid!” He tries to get his sentence out before he moaned. You cant even respond over him pounding into you.

It isnt long until the both of you come undone. “Cum with me, please.” He says into your ear. you comply, Now you were left with a mess underneath you, and a stalker above you, completely out of breath. At least the affects of that drug is a lot more numb.

“Now.” He pants

“I'll finally live a fantasy. And have a blood successor.” He says while slowly rubbing your belly. Already imagining the way your belly will swell with his child.

You fell asleep, trying to ignore every word that's coming out of his mouth.

But you couldnt lie, it did feel quite good.

a/n: Hiiiii! I’ve been meaning to post and make this for a while now so here it is! This is possibly my filthiest work lol. I hope you enjoy! <3

warnings: SMUTTTT, age gap (19 and 24), teacher!Peter x student!reader, oral(f and m receiving), yandere behavior(both parties), spanking, no protection(wrap it before you tap it), Dom!Peter x Sub!Reader, angst, toxic relationships, cursing, daddy kink, overstimulation

summary: You’re failing physics and your professor doesn’t want that to happen ;)

NSFW

First time writing fanfiction, please drop any suggestions or tips!

Clorinde's POV

It felt like it was just yesterday I was gawking at her performance at the school's anniversary dance.

And now she's on top of me, grinding her knee against my folds, smirking down at me with that face that has never once failed to send shivers down my spine.

It almost spooked me how even the tiniest changes in her expression twist my insides in such an excruciatingly painful way that also feels euphoric at the same time.

I can't really explain the feeling. Her looking down at me while grinding her knee on my folds feels so painfully good, in so that I feel so good right now, that it hurts.

It hurts bad but I don't want her to stop. I almost want her to be rougher, meaner.

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Navia's POV

I know exactly what she's into, even though her face is contorted in a way that one might confuse it with that of a woman in pain. I know her too well to think otherwise.

I've been watching her so long. It was obvious that she was into me the moment I made myself noticeable. Before that, everyone, including me, was invisible to her. So I changed.

I changed into someone who is bright and hard not to notice. I wore flashy outfits and participated in everything. It was so sweet and amusing to see her gawk as I danced and sang, whenever I wore anything remotely extravagant or revealing... She was just so cute. Always pretending to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. I had to have her. I had to unclothe her and have her all for myself, one way or another.

Now she's crying out under me, clearly overestimulated. But neither of us have had enough yet, have we?

I put my hair behind my ear which is something that always makes her blush, and plant rough kisses and bites on her neck. Her hands softly snake around my body, but I can clearly tell that her touches are obsessive and greedy. I then grab one of her hands and kiss and lick the fingers, drawing a little whine from her since I made one of her hands stop.

'You'll get your reward soon, just wait a little'

Aaaaaa i don't know what im doing

SUMMARY:

✎Love Letters written in blood, gems and jewels on your door steps, who could leave these disgusting yet oddly charming things for you. Some God? The god up above has taken an interest in you, He wants you to bear his children, wants you to rule with him. Everything you do just attracts him even more.

TAGS: yandere, obsession, obsessive themes, non-com, fingering, bondage play, praise kink, degradation kink, fluff (if you squint)

This is my first smut so please be gentle on the criticism. ALSO please never do this in real life, if people say no, it means no. Please respect people's boundaries. Anyway enjoy!!

Your sleep form attracts him so. He cant understand why. The way your thighs rub together, The way your chest rises and falls when you take a deep breath.

He watches from the clouds, kicking his legs back and forth like a school girl staring at a crush's picture. You could, no you would be perfect to rule along side of him, but he couldn't rule just yet, not without an heir. And you were the perfect suit. Oh how perfect your children would look.

It was the perfect, day, the perfect night, the perfect time to bear his children. If he planted his seed now he would rule when they would be born.

He would spoil you in sweats and the finest silk and wine, of course when the children are born. he sighed in his own little world. He imagined the warm and soft feeling of your swollen belly. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to claim you, How do you humans say it? Now or Never?

You room was a delight, Pink color everywhere, Wallpaper with flowers covered everything, It was like a young child's room, but he didn’t mind, he found it amusing how some stuff animals lined up in rows watching the door to the room, Like watch dogs, He chuckled at the sight again.

Your body looked like a goddess, But you were one to him, Everything you do only drew him closer and closer to you. He leaned over you, your hot breath just barely visible. You left a smile on his face as he climbed on your body.

He slowly pealed back your pajama top and leaving kisses and mark's all along your chest and breasts. he could hear the change of breath, you whimpers and whines clear as day to him.

He didnt waste time as he tore the useless clothing off of your body, left to be forgotten somewhere else in the colorful yet bland room.

He took a minute to stare but continue his attack. Moaning on your chest, he couldnt care less if you woke up at that minute, all he wanted was for you to feel the same pleasure that he would feel.

“Oh my darling, my queen. You'll be perfect bearing my heirs.” He moaned into you, the vibrations of his voice causing you to wake up. “What the f-.”

You were cut off guard with his lips clashing against yours. You tried to push his body away, failing miserably. He moaned against your lips. “I'm gonna make you mine.” He slurred. You at least tried to catch your breath

“No, stop!” You screamed and tried to slap him, but he caught you wrist. “I hope you got the letters I wrote to you.” He said before burying himself in the crook of your soft neck.

“Your gonna look so good when I your belly is round and full.”

He stuffed his tounge in your mouth before you could do anything. You were so confused, why was this godlike person in your house. More less making out with you, and the comments about pregnancy made you worry.

Unfortunately he sensed your fear. “Dont worry, you've done this before I assume. It wont hurt a bit.”

He reached his hand to the waist band of your pants, carefully digging his finger around the waist of your panty's.

“Stop!” You pleaded again. “Dont worry darling, once we start, you’ll start to beg for more.” He pulled your pants all the way down to your feet and tore them off, soon throughing them from the bed.

“Never in my life that I thought I would be closer to heaven. And I live in it.” He chuckled before ducking down and sucking a wet spot on the peice of thin cloth. You tried to fight once more but he then pinned your legs to the bed. “The more you struggle, the more you'll have to wait for the big finish.” He whimpered.

“I'd rather not do it at all!” You yelled and spat in his face, he smiled and wiped the fluid clean off his face, “huh. I thought you liked my little gifts, those gems? Dont you want even more?”

It was true you weren't that rich, and the rent was kinda harsh. But you didnt want to go through the pain of pregnancy for it.

“I dont want to be pregnant! Please dont do this!!” You screeched. “ dont worry my dear, I'll be here with you all throughout it!” He said before giving a quick kiss to you clit before shoving the panty’s to the side.

He watched as you arousal glistened, he poked a finger at the fluid and scooped it up. His tounge swiped up the moisture and swallowed it, he looked completely blissed. Like he had been dreaming of this moment for forever. Maybe this was all a dream?

A kind of arousing dream?

You were full of shame, why did you find this arousing, you were disgusted that you closed your legs, but he pried them back open.

He plunged a finger deep in your hole, causing you to let out a howl. “Aw, your enjoying this arnt you?” He said, he knew since you were clenching on his finger. His smile never faded as he started thrusting in and out of you.

“Aw, little slut! Lying about hating this.” He said while picking up the pace in his thrusting. You tried to keep your whines down, but your whines where muffled into almost silent ‘hmps’.

The more he thrusts the more you come closer and closer to finishing, he was well aware of that, he couldnt wait to see your face when you finish on his fingers.

Your orgasm came quickly, Your face scrunched up as you came, His fingers continued through your climax. Slowly coming to a slow stop once you caught your breath. You hoped it was the end.

He took his fingers out of your now leaking hole and placed it on his tounge, he moaned as it touched his tastebuds.

You tried to sit up and crawl away, but he pulled your legs back and under him. Making him hover right above you. He smiled again before sitting up and undoing his belt buckle.

“No Please! I dont want you. Get out of my house!”you screamed and kicked. His face settled to a soft frown. “I'm sorry my darling but this is the only way for you to stop struggling.” He snapped his fingers and something flew around your wrist and tightened them together.

You looked up and saw a slim but strong red ribbon, it flew around your wrist into a pretty bow. “I gotta say, you look delicious like this. I almost thought you wanted to be tied up.” He chuckled.

He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. Another snap of his fingers and you felt another ribbon, but around your ankles. Making you immobile. You couldnt move or fight as you wasted your energy, All the god did was watch. The motivation to fight him draining from your eyes.

He smiled as he lined up his cock to your already leaky hole. As he slowly pushed in, he watched as your face contorted into an silent moan. He sighed as he pushed in all the way, almost panting.

“P-please.” You repeat like a mantra. He took that as a sign to move. “Of course my love.” He said, thrusting into you, hips snapping into yours.

“Comon, make those pretty little noises I know you can make~” he purred.

You didn't even know your legs where trailing up his back and pushing him in you even more.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your moans grew in volume. “Yes! My love.” He said while picking up the pace even more, you couldnt feel your bottom half anymore. Your eyes rolled back to your head as you let out more pornographic moans. You could feel his cock twitching deep inside you. Suddenly your inside was flushed with his seed, yours and his pants and moans came to a slow.

“Now. There is no possible chance your not pregnant.” He said while digging his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel him drooling a little. “ oh look at you, your a mess. But your my mess. And now you'll be queen.”