#yandere queen charlotte x reader

[gulnarsultan]

Anonymous asked:

Hello, can you make Yandere Daphne Bridgerton x Princess Reader, Yandere King George III and Queen Charlotte's favorite daughter?

They were both betrothed to each other by Yandere Queen Charlotte to keep the reader with her since she didn't want to marry the reader off to another royal family, but this all happened right after she named Daphne the diamond of the season.

Hello. I hope you like it dear.💋

"Scenario"

The King and Queen's precious Princess. Everyone was calling you that. You were your parents' first child and first daughter. This made you very valuable to them. They had always been protective and possessive of you since you were a baby. They never hesitated to pamper you to the fullest. The years were passing quickly and you had turned into a beautiful young lady. Your parents had come to terms with the fact that one day you would get married and move away from them. This made them very sad and scared. So that caused them to start thinking of a plan for you to stay with them. The Queen managed to find a solution. They knew that at first everyone would oppose this decision. But it didn't scare your parents, who were ready to fight anyone to keep their precious daughter with them. Before the ball, the King and Queen spoke to the Bridgerton family. They were surprised at first. However, they were smart enough not to reject the Royal family. This news was a miracle for Daphne. Because she has always dreamed of being with you. Now she was achieving her dream without any difficulty. On the day of the ball, the Queen named Daphne the diamond of the season and announced the engagement and marriage between the two of you. At first everyone's reaction was shock. However, those who wanted to oppose were silenced by the King and Queen. So now you're stuck between your yandere parents and yandere Daphne. In a way, it's not such a bad combination.

[kurokawaia]

❛ Princess ❜

GoldenAge!Griffith X fem!princess!Reader

| YANDERE THEMES | SFW |

WC; 1.3k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; reader is implied to be charlottes sister!! use of '{Y/n}', yandere themes, just griffith choosing his next victim, dark content, possessive behaviour

i spent a lot of time writing this and making sure everything i wrote was perfect, i hope you all enjoy😣 - honey

m.list | berserk m.list

"Commander Griffith," your father meted the acknowledgment, and Griffith stepped in front of the King, Queen, and the two princesses, bowing in respect, his cascading white hair lying over his shining silver armor.

"Princess {Y/n}," your father called out in command, gesturing for you to proceed forward.

You step forward with elegance as the waves in your waves of elegance in your navy dress continued to spread behind you. You step with exactness, moved with exactness—in exactness, in every motion that had been rehearsed over and over before attaining the said standing you were in. The eyes of court watched observantly.

The moment you arrived at Griffith, you extended your hand with fingers so graceful and poised. He took it gently. His armor was cold against your skin. His lips were elusive as a soft kiss and lingered a second too long; the kiss hung at the edges of the proper and correct.

He was flexing power in such a subtle way—it was subtle, but he knew.

There was something kind in the manner and, at the same time, some veneer into which intention had been collected.

A shiver ran down your spine as his ice-blue gaze caught yours, his eyes raising from his bow. Something predatory glistened in his eyes, something that made one wonder or a key piece of a game that only he knows if one was nothing more than a pawn in his grand design.

"It is truly an honor to finally meet you, Princess," came that smooth, well-oiled voice of Griffith's. The crowd murmured in approval; all sounds echoed through the cavernous cathedral.

Yet, somewhere beneath the polite exchanges, a person could sense something more going on here: the veiled calculations, the faint flickers of ambition that had put Griffith in this position of power.

His gaze never left yours as he dropped your hand. He was watching you, looking through you, perhaps, for the best way to bend you to his whim.

You belonged to him, whether you understood that you were a pawn, queen, or maybe something between.

It was a sea of faces, the whole of the cathedral at that moment respectfully concentrating over the play unfolded in front of their eyes. Nobles, ecleastics, distinguished guests filled the pews, eyes glued to the action being played out between Griffith and yourself. The tension in the room was tangible; together, they breathed as if they awaited the next moment.

There is something commanding in Griffith's presence, captivating in his aura, but unconsciously repellent. Consciously, even the way he was holding your hand was soft, and his kiss, in which almost imperceptible pressure was put, was calculated.

You could feel the pulse of that moment, the silent exchange between the two of you speaking volumes more than the mere touch could have done. It was as though he had claimed you, staked his territory—marking you as his before the whole court.

Your father stood immovable behind you, his face stoic, although you knew the tiny glint in his eyes betrayed a hint of his concern. Generations had passed with the royal family playing this game of power and politics, but Griffith was a new breed; he was silky, composed, with a burning will like the colored rays cast off the stained glass across his armor.

Griffith eventually released your hand but he did not break the eye contact. There was something in the way he looked at you, something that seemed as though, if he needed to, he could see through all of the falseness and look way past it.

There was something uncanny in this silence, something perhaps even rather fascinating in another way, something that simply could not fail to grip the attention. Breath was heard murmuring from all the corners when whispers spotted around in the crowd: Where the discussions carried would be so imperative in the history books for the fate of the kingdom?.

"For me, to serve Midland and its royal family is an honor," Griffith spoke, and there was just a subtle current of authority in his voice. His gazes never left yours, and you realized this wasn't just a formal introduction.

This was more.

A relationship that would all be about his control and your compliance.

Something dark glinted beneath those warm eyes of Griffith. It wasn't the supple quality in his voice, or even the grace in his movement; it was the way his eyes locked onto yours, as though no one else in that room counted.

You were regarded, Princess, as if he'd your life already mapped out: each decision you'd make.

And that, somehow, no matter what, you belonged to him.

During dinner, his eyes never left you for long. He listened to everyone else, chuckled at their stories, contributed some bromide to some noble's question, but you knew his attention was on you.

You rose from the head table; his eyes followed you, following every step you made.

You could feel the weight of it, a possessive intensity making you hyperaware of his presence.

You would see, as others tried to draw you into a conversation, his expression never waivered—just a polite smile—but that little tightness in the jaw, that cold flash in the eyes. You could see him staring as if to say, 'Back off'—with the eyes.

Featuring the eventual success of placing yourself in one of the quieter corners, far enough from the hustle, Griffith was now standing at your side, seemingly as if he emerged from the shadows. His steps soundless, his calves dragging his tensiled body closer and closer to you, so close that he might have been radiating heat.

"Princess. Princess {Y/n}," he began, his voice a bare hiss overlaid with tension. "I've been waiting for this moment."

He was so near it was unnerving; there he stood, quite imposing. It's as if he were ever growing near to your personal space, one and two feet at a time, awaiting you to crack. He had a twinkle in his eye, almost as if he were sick with pleasure.

"Great Lord Griffith," you replied, trying to hold your bearings, "I never knew you to be so interested in the lines of succession for the royal family."

Griffith's smile slowly grew slightly predatory. "The royal family is dear to my heart," he said, though his look stayed upon you. "And you, Princess, are perhaps the most interesting of them all. Your beauty, your grace, it is as if it was a destiny made for greatness; I could not conceive of this land without you being lined up in some succession for the throne."

His words were full of praise, as if he spoke with a possessor's lilt, but not like he was talking of you, but to you, and ever watching your eyes, and you were cold in that warm hall. Not that he was interested in you; by the way he spoke, you belonged to him already, as if he had a right to determine your future as his property.

Griffith touched his fingers to your wrist—just an elusive touch, and yet it sends shivers down your spine, not out of pure love but out of a silent claim, as if he were thinking of you as something to be owned or to be mastered in existence.

"We could do so much together," he murmured as his voice lowered, becoming intimate. "Just think of the power, the influence. Together, there is nothing we could not do. You're mine, Princess, and you know you're mine too, right?"

His words were a trap, expertly laid to draw you in, to make you feel that you had no choice but to agree with him. The possessiveness in his gaze, the way it seemed to lock out the rest of the world—well, that was all according to his masterful maneuvering.

You stood there, very aware of the weight of his presence. You realized Griffith was not just some leader; he was nature itself, something unbreakable by his will for something and with the intent of taking it.

Do not steal, copy, modify, etc Reblogs and likes are appreciated

m.list | berserk m.list

[overtaken-stream]

` Welcome! !

Requests×Are×Open

My Works:

One P!ece:

Yandere!King the Wildfire x F!Reader Part1 ~ Part2 ~ Part3.

Yandere!King the Wildfire: Darling wanting to pleasure him back. Who has the highest chance of falling for King's s/o.

Yandere!King the Wildfire: Bloodlines.

King the Wildfire: NSFW Headcanons, Kinks. Fluff.

King the Wildfire x Straw hat!Gn!Reader: Do Not F4lter.

King the Wildfire x F!Reader: Adorable Pigeon. Puffed feathers/shield. Red Dead.

King the Wildfire: Meeting anothers of his race.

King the Wildfire: Pregnant!s/o running away.

King the Wildfire x Gn!Reader: Annoy.

King the Wildfire: Biting his chest.

King the Wildfire: Pregnancy. With a daughter. Human-like child. Queen. Outside Threats.

King the Wildfire: Women.

King the Wildfire: Heats.

King the Wildfire+Avatar: Hair.

King the Wildfire: Gentle s/o.

King the Wildfire x F!Reader: In Modern AU.

King the Wildfire Dick Headcanons. Fire Headcanons.

King & Katakuri: Who is the bigger breeder? How many kids would they have?

King the Wildfire x F!Reader(100 Followers special): Where On3 Will St4nd. Funny thoughts. Big Mom. Big Mom2.

Kaidou: Women.

Izou x Gn!Reader: Love, Lust, Lick.

Portgas D. Ace, Sanji: 'U' in Art.

Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk x F!Reader: Drunk Deeds.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Fatherhood.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Pregnancy.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Tattoos.

Charlotte Katakuri x F!Reader: Monster's Voice Is Sweet To Hear.

Charlotte Katakuri: Father Headcanons.

"Black Leg" Sanji x F!Reader: Sweets Full Of Lies.

Slam Dunk:

Rukawa Kaede with Sakuragi!Reader.

Random Sakuragi Headcanons.

Rukawa Kaedae x Gn!Reader Headcanons.

Kicchou Fukuda x F!Reader: Bros Ov3r Ho3s.

Mitsui Hisashi: Practicing with his s/o. Comforting his s/o.

Ryota Miyagi x F!Reader: 3 Years Younger.

Sendoh Akira x Gn!Reader Headcanons

Ao Ashi:

Akutsu Nagisa x Gn!Artist!Reader: Co0k Me a Meal, Make Me Starve.

Akutsu Nagisa: Intentions(Part 2 of the above)

Genshin !mpact:

Arataki Itto: is touchy.

Blue Lock:

α!Gagamaru Gin x Gn! β!Reader headcanon.

↳Rules;

#1 Feel free to submit as many characters as you like without spamming.

When requesting keep these in mind:

I. Ask, don't demand me to write.

II. No OC's x character ships.

III. Would you like a platonic or romantic relationship? NSFW or Fluff? Any kinks?

IV. If you have an idea for me, be it a plot or AU, be detailed about it. However, leave space for me to expand on.

I will NOT do:

Pedophilia

Urine

Incest

Cheating

↳Fandoms I write for;

Ao Ashi; Attack on Titan.

Blue Lock.

Demon Slayer.

Genshin Impact.

Haikyuu!! HunterxHunter.

JoJo's Bizzare Adventure(Part 1-6).

MONSTER; My Hero Academia.

Naruto.

One Piece; One Punch Man.

Slam Dunk.

Tokyo Revengers.

↳Upcoming Works`

Portgas D. Ace x Gn!Reader(Platonic) Headcanon

Ao3

[kousaka-ayumu]

❃Homepage part 3❃

Part 2

❃Rules❃:

Request are sented at only one at a time

Child! Reader and Teenage and adult characters will be platonic.

I'll only write fanfics and drawing fanart with a fandom that I know of.

No repost without permission

X is for ships while & is for friendships

No incest

❃Fanfics❃

Regulars:

Poppy Playtime

Birdcage(Yan! Bubba X Kickin)

Dark Side Of The Moon(Yan! CatNap X DogDay)

MILGRAM

Unstable(Haruka X Es)

Lost Identity(Es)

Honey(Muu X Es)

The Arctic Fox And The Songbird(Es and OC)

Possesion(Kotoko and OC)

My Sleeping Beauty(Yan! ???x Es)

Puppets On A String(Es)

Yandere MILGRAM one-shot

Project Sekai

None

❃Fics for AUs❃

Unexpected Betrayal

Retrospectives

❃Sequel AUs❃

Headmaster Roscoe AU(Sequel to @queen-of-twisted headmaster Karlz AU)

❃Art and Headcannons❃

TWST OCs MILGRAM AU

MILGRAM Fantasy AU

Kanade Butterfly

MILGRAM x Cookie Run

Briar Rose Es

Celebrity in Magenta Kotoko

Snow Crystal Yuno

Mystic Fairy Muu

Mononoke Girl Mahiru

Dreamy Kids Land Amane

⛪ & 🎨

MILGRAM headcanons

❃GL2 OCs❃

Charlotte

Alain Bennett

Geneva Leslie

Chris DaChoco

Raclette Aurelia

Aeolos Houstun

Ajax Houstun

Aiden Seraphina

Hansika Evelyn

Serena Amphitrite

Chiara Artemis

Umiko Yamafuchi

Leverne Tokiko

Cosmo Aakash

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Admirals

Yan! Sakazuki x reader: prompt 10

Sakazuki and platonic fem reader w/ hyperfixation

Platonic! Sakazuki with a kid!bender

Saving Akainu

Ub-Akainu modern au

Befriending akainu modern au

Kuzan: stay still dammit

Sakazuki: sleeping...what is good for?

Sakazuki: body pillows don't talk

New Marineford has fallen

Sakazuki: just keep falling

Kuzan: one of this days...

A new hope

Aftermath

Sakazuki: do it for love, they said

Sakazuki: moonlight sonata

Sakazuki: I'll be there for you

Kuzan: too late to apologize

Beach edition

Vice admirals

Saving Smoker from drowning

Being that kind of Smoker's friend

UB-Smoker modern au

Mini Garp on the run

Garp: pillowtalk

Bastille: pillowtalk

Momonga: do it for love, they said

Smoker: I'll be there for you

Garp: dreamin on

Sengoku: dreamin on

Charlotte Family

Sweet bloody life pt. 3

NANIKA like reader

Pudding, Perospero and Oven finding Capone Pez

Which Charlotte got hit by the slipper?

Katakuri saying goodbye to his sibling

Katakuri: needles, the ultimate enemies

Charlotte's job modern au

Charlotte Velvet arc: our little puppy so strong I / II

April's fools day

The storm is coming

Aftermath

Amande: I do

Amande: the ice queen's consort

Katakuri: moonlight sonata

Mother's day

Perospero: needles, the ultimate enemies

Cracker: needles, the ultimate enemies

Strawhats

Yan! Zoro x reader : prompt 15

Nico Robin & Chopper as teachers

Straw hats modern au pt.1

Birthdays on the Sunny

Luffy: sleeping is for the weak

Luffy: I know you better than yourself

Luffy: Nakama

Luffy: but he loves me!

Sanji: delusional

Zoro: but he loves me!

Yan! Nami: femme fatale

Yan! Robin: femme fatale

Other pirates

Yandere Whitebeard: part 7

Yan! Shanks x F! Reader: prompt 5

Yan! Shanks x reader : prompt 6&14

Buggy x platonic fem reader w / hyperfixation

Doflamingo x platonic fem reader w /hyperfixation

Roger raising Ace

Yan! Mihawk: Hated

Kid socking reader's brother

Kid and his raging so: modern au

Doflamingo with his raging so: modern au

Doflamingo : until the world goes cold

Law,Drake and Hawkins as fanboys: modern au

Law: sleeping was never an option

Doflamingo: just keep falling

Ace with touch aversed so

Law: for you my love I'll do everything

Kid: you are mine darling

Benn Beckmann: my little guppy

Shanks: mine

Doflamingo :love war

Doflamingo: can't help falling in love

Kidd: angry? I'll show you angry

Shiryu: do it for love, they said

Sabo: I've always liked to play with fire

Corazón: delusional

Kaido: moonlight sonata

Doflamingo: stay with me

Sabo: stay with me

Ace: stay with me

Jinbe: stay with me

Crocodile: the emerald jewel

Yan! Boa: femme fatale

X drake: too late to apologize

Mihawk, Rayleigh and Buggy reacting to Shanks' daughter

General hcs

Stealing your things

[kurokawaia]

❛ His Visits ❜

GoldenAge!Griffith X fem!princess!Reader

| YANDERE THEMES (?) | NSFW |

WC; 1.7k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; reader is implied to be charlottes sister!! use of '{Y/n}', yandere themes, possessive behaviour, fab!reader, smut, piv, no protection, breeding (?), use of 'sir', use of 'princess', sensation play (?), touch restrictions + more

SYNOPSIS; Griffith has been annoyed by whatever has happened between the Hawks, and no matter what happens, how he relieves that stress, he always comes to you. His pretty little princess. His tool to use in not only stress relief but to gain power.

m.list | berserk m.list

As I lay there in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through my chamber window, a faint rustling outside caught my attention. My heart quickened. Griffith. He always came to me this way, slipping into my room.

I held my breath as he gracefully landed on the plush carpet. There was something undeniably captivating about him, something that drew me in even as it set my nerves on edge.

"Hello, my dear," he murmured, his voice like silk, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes, locked onto mine, and I couldn't tear my gaze away.

I tried to muster a response, but words failed me in his presence. There was an intensity to him, a darkness lurking beneath his charming exterior that both terrified and fascinated me.

Griffith moved closer, his every step deliberate, as if he were savoring the anticipation of what was to come. His hand reached out, brushing against my cheek with a tenderness that belied the possessive gleam in his eyes.

"You're mine," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Only mine."

I wonder about why his words were so openly possessive.

Someone had said something to him.

A chill ran down my spine, but a part of me couldn't deny the twisted thrill that surged through me at his words. His obsession with me was palpable, suffocating, yet I found myself drawn to it, to him, like a moth to a flame.

And as he leaned in, his lips inches from mine, I knew that resistance was futile. In Griffith's world, there was no room for anything but his desires, and I was helplessly ensnared in his web of darkness and obsession.

Even though our relationship isn't permitted, I couldn't help it.

Griffith catches my hand before I make contact with his chest and guides it up to his neck. He finishes closing the distance between us, bringing us chest to chest, he kisses me and I forget anything else but getting him inside me as quickly as possible.

He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The new position has his cock nearly lined up perfectly where I need him, but he moves before I can lose my mind enough to take advantage. We fell down to the bed, inciting a out of breath huff from my throat.

My need is an all-consuming thing that’s been building since the moment I laid eyes on him and I knew that he needed me as well. was his queen in his eyes, even though I am truly a princess he needed my status to become a prince himself.

Griffiths reputation was the 'falcon of light'. We were perfect for eachother, no matter what he will do to me, I will always be his stepping stone.

He takes my hands and guides them up to the headboard. “Keep them here," Griffith mumbled against my neck.

“Griffith.” I’m panting as if I’ve run a great distance. “Please. I want to touch you.”

“You shall do as I say, princess,” he repeats and gives my wrists a squeeze and he didn't need to say it again, I’m already nodding, I'll listen to him, forever and always.

Griffith lifted the pale pink nightgown up my hips, his cold hands dragging up the sides of my body causing me to arch my back into his touch. A breathy sigh left the confines of my mouth at the tingling sensation that he left behind. He pulled the nightgown over my head and trailed kisses below my ear to my collar bone.

He moved off my body to my dismay and stripped down his armour, revealing his pale, milky skin I've seen many times before. Griffith snuck into my chambers more than often. He took his time peeling the metal and fabric underneath off him and it made me tremble, I needed him so bad.

Griffith finally shifts back to kneel between my spread thighs. His front is in a somewhat of a shadow casted by the fire burning and crackling from the fireplace, but I have the feeling that he can see me in detail from the moonlight through the windows.

He cups my breasts, but he doesn’t linger long before he slides down my body and presses an openmouthed kiss to the sensitive spot just below my belly button. Content sighs left my mouth as my hands disobeyed his orders and entangled into his hair.

And then he’s at my pussy. His breath shudders out against my clit as if he’s just as affected by this moment as I am. Maybe more so.

“Your hands, {Y/n},” Griffith hummed against my clit causing a moan to slip out my mouth. "Remove them, or I'll bind them together."

I grip the sheets above my head unwillingly as he continued his advances to my clit and fight to stay still. “Please, Sir Griffith, take me."

I just want him.

He drags his tongue over my entrance. The only warning I got from was the tightening grip he had on my thigh got constrictive. There is no savoring, no teasing, no tempting me. He goes after me like he’ll never get this chance again.

Each time I exhaled sounded more like a pleasured sob. I can’t think, can’t move, can’t do anything but obey his order to hang on and take the pleasure he has rising with every movement of his tongue. I start shaking and can’t stop.

“Sir Griffith,” I moaned out.

He doesn’t respond, just keeps up the same movements that have desire coiling tighter and tighter through me. It’s too good. I want it to last. He sucks my clit hard into his mouth and pushes two fingers into me.

I come so hard, it feels like every system is shutting down. It’s as if that orgasm took his edge off because he takes his time now, dragging his mouth over my stomach, kissing the curves of my breasts.

I’m still spinning, but each touch, combined with the weight of his body on mine, slowly draws me back to earth. I lick my lips.

“Griffith?”

He pauses. “Princess.”

“Let me touch you, please.”

His breath shudders out against my neck causing my to shiver, he hooked his arm under one of my thighs lifted my leg up beside him.

“You are touching me.”

“I didn't mean like that,” I huffed as I shivered under the touch of his bare skin touching my own and his lips making wet sucks across my breasts.

I don’t release the sheets from my grasp, I didn't want to anger him.

I knew something was bothering him, he was annoyed at something, that's the one of the reasons he comes to see me, he uses my body and I let him without complaint because I want him so badly.

This is only sex, an act that can be simmered down to its basic components. I desire him, so naturally I want to touch him. I don’t want this to stop, so of course I won’t disobey his order. Except it doesn’t feel that simple. Griffith is very intentionally hiding from me.

“Griffith, please. I want to help you."

He hesitates so long, he doesn't move after his lips unlatched from my skin, he’s going to deny me again. He muttered something incoherent and reached over my head to take one of my hands and bring it down to press against his chest, and then repeats the motion with my other hand. The skin is too smooth in some places, even though there were scars, they felt smooth.

In the hushed silence of my chamber, I don't utter a single word as I trail my fingertips down Griffith's chest, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. His breath hitches, but he remains unnervingly still, his eyes fixated on me with a possessive intensity that sends a thrill down my spine.

With deliberate slowness, I arch up to meet his lips, a silent agreement passing between us. Words are unnecessary in this moment of tangled desire and unspoken understanding. Griffith's presence is both intoxicating and suffocating, his possessive tendencies swirling around us like a dangerous whirlpool.

Griffith lifts one leg to rest over his shoulder as he kneels between my thighs. I don’t have time to comment because half a breath later, he’s inside me. He sheaths himself to the hilt and we exhale in tandem. Griffith barely gives me a second to adjust before he starts fucking me. Long, thorough strokes that have me completely pinned to the bed.

He lowers himself and brings up my other leg in the same position as the other, my legs being pressed to my upper body while Griffiths weight held down. Griffith adjusts his angle and picks up his pace, sending pleasure rising in a wave that I can’t hold back.

“Oh, please. Don’t stop,” I whined. Words slip from my lips, forming into his name, over and over again. He leans down, bending my body to his will, and claims my mouth as I come.

His strokes get rougher, less even, and then he’s following me over the edge, his warmth spills inside me and I whimper against his mouth. My bones turn liquid even as I fight not to break the kiss. It’s gone from fierce to something gentle, almost loving. As if he’s telling me without words how pleased he is with me. It’s not something I would have thought I needed before now, but it settles a jagged piece in my chest.

Griffith finally pulls away. “Don’t move.”

I lay there, spent and breathless, the aftermath of our encounter leaving me feeling both exhilarated and unnerved. His touch still lingered on my skin, a reminder of the intensity of his advances.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down my spine.

I watched in silence as he dressed, his movements precise and deliberate, betraying none of the tumultuous emotions that had gripped us moments before.

Then he left again, leaving me.

Do not steal, copy, modify, etc Reblogs and likes are appreciated

m.list | berserk m.list

comment if you would like to become apart of the 'berserk' taglist, you can ask to be removed at any time :))