#yandere regis

[d10nsaint]

EAT YOUR YOUNG — Regis Floyen

SUMMARY: request here. literally been so long since i continued this AU, but here you go :)

A few weeks after one of Regis’ visits, your stomach felt horrible.

You decided it was just a stomach bug, maybe your corset had been too tight—of course, until you’re spending an evening at the Floyen duchy with Regis and Amelia when you suddenly passed out.

When you woke up, you were in a guest bed and you could hear Regis and Amelia arguing outside of the door. The doctor by your side told you that you were pregnant—which made you want to pass out again.

Even though you were in the bed, you could clearly hear regis and Amelia’s argument— about how she felt as if he was the father of your child, and Regis calmly denying.

He knew he was the father. Why is he denying it? Is he not going to provide for your baby?

You bit your nail in anticipation. After a few minutes of thinking, you slowly got out of bed, thinking of a plausible lie to ease Amelia—and the nobles. You werent a commoner, so things like this could ruin you.

You took a deep breath of air as the arguing died down and you sat back at the foot of your bed. Regis walked in, looking disturbed and solemn. He knew he was the father. There was nobody else you had eyes for, so who else?

He dismissed the doctor and sat next to you in silence. After a few moments, you couldn’t help but ask.

“How the hell are you going to fix this?”

[lxdymoon0357]

Planotic Yandere Floyen family and Max x adopted child reader

Platonic! Yandere! Floyens and Maxmillion X Reader:

Disappointed in you...

The smell of blood was still fresh in your mind as you picked up your dress in your hands as to make sure it doesn't get drenched in the wet mud of the huge garden of the Ashet estate as the sound of dainty violin ringing behind you, as you remember a few weeks ago when the incident happened...

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, DAD?!" You screamed at the way your dear friend was covered in blood and was screaming at you being dragged away, as you see your father and your sister looking at the girl with disgust as your elder sister's fiancee stabs and tortured her.

As you continued to sob and wail in the chains, still upset and traumatised with the way your dear friend and your only support was killed. They didn't want to do this, but they couldn't just let your friend take you away from them, especially since they're the only ones who are allowed to get close to you. But hearing you cry made their hearts hurt and even though Maxmillion wasn't related to you, he was your dear friend and was a dear brother figure for you, no matter what you say. After they had enough of you crying, Jubelian immediately opened her fan and covered her mouth with it, before walking towards you and bending down to life you face towards her.

As she gently stroked your face and hair while your was all sticky with your tears, she told you in a soft voice, "Y/N, we're only doing this for your good. They were trying to take you away from us, making you think that our love for you is unhealthy, now you made all of us upset....Especially Maxmillion…Is this is how you repay your dear brother for his love? Hm?" As Jubelian's voice rang and taunted you in your head, you realize that no matter what you do, you won't be away from them...

As you took a deep breathe in, upon hearing of two pairs of footsteps get closer to you, you tried calming down, before looking up your older sister, your father and your brother figure, before sniffling up and mumbling a tiny sorry enough for them to hear, upon hearing you apologize, your sister immediately stood up and went to open your chains.

As your chains opened and released you, you immediately fell into Maxmillion's arms who hugged you tightly, as your father kissed your forehead and cheeks before also hugging you. As Jubelian also joined in the hug, you buried your face into Max's shirt and realized his shirt reeked of blood and metal...

That smell is still engraved in your nose, as the monsoon rain was starting to pour a bit heavily now and drops of water were falling on you as well, before you felt a strong arms pull you back into a hug, your face immediately pushed into the person's top, you realized from the smell that it was Maxmillion as he pulled you up and off of your feet, making you squeal from the tightness of his hug and the immediate jump of him pulling you up, as you heard your elder sister and your father giggle at you trying to escape him...As you looked at your sister, in a huge lavender and white wedding dress, her hair in a beautiful hairdo with ornaments decorating her, making her look like a pretty doll, before you eyes moved to your father, who was wearing a one-of-a-type suit, decorated with jewels, and then finally Maxmillion who was dressed perfectly like a groom, yet his outfit looked quite similar to yours. It was him who asked of you to wear a matching outfit with him on his wedding day and who were you to say no to him? Afterall, he is your brother and making upset would make your family disappointed in you...

[yukinayee]

Go buy his April Fool's VP!!!

[fancyfeathers]

William’s and Sherlock’s darlings

The Games We Play of Dust and Ash (Yandere Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist)

(A/N- this one was painful to write, I cried while writing this)

Spoilers for the Moriarty the Patriot timeskip

When Sherlock and William disappear, their darlings are left alone, because Mycroft’s darling is married off to him and she was the reporter’s best friend, and Albert is arrested and his darling has left to go see the world with her dead parent’s fortune, meanwhile Louis’ darling is still stuck with him as his life changes, which leaves William’s darling alone again��

William told her that he would never abandon her…

And now he was gone…

He kidnapped her, manipulated her, gaslit her, but he cared for her, she thinks.

Honestly she doesn’t know what to think as she now stands in an empty house, all alone, abandoned like she had been all her life. But then there is a knock at the front door and her steps echo through the empty halls as she goes to get it, and all she feels is emptiness from this empty nest. She opens the door to see an all too familiar face and a welcome one at that, the reporter, Sherlock’s darling. Both of them look at the other and they just look like they have seen hell. William’s darling has always seen this woman as a strong and independent woman but…

“…Miss Hudson said that Sherlock left me some stuff in case he… I…I can’t do this alone.”

“…Neither can I.”

Now it feels like William’s darling is looking at a mirror when looking at her friend. The two go to Baker Street together to pick of the box of the things Sherlock left his darling, it’s mostly letters he wrote to her but never sent, all the things he couldn’t make himself say, a few of her newspapers articles, some money, and a ring. The two go back to the old Moriarty estate together and just sit down together in silence which is broken by Sherlock’s darling…

“I don’t have a job anymore since I worked for Milverton’s paper and I doubt any news companies here would want to hire me since my main source is dead, I have some family in the states I was going to stay with until I am ready to start writing again-“

“Can I please come with you?”

A smile comes across the reporter’s face at her question.

“I was hoping you would.”

The two say goodbyes to whoever they can and have left and a week later they are on a boat across the ocean. It is on the voyage over when Sherlock’s darling is walking through the halls of the ship when she hears music, she follows it to one of the ship’s lounges to see William’s darling playing and singing. Her friend sits down on the bench next to her and listens…

“Where did you learn?”

“Albert’s wife taught me how to play and then at the opera house I used to listen in on the singers’ vocal lessons.”

“Well you certainly have a gift, good enough to play at the St. Regis in New York.”

“Thank you… I read some of your articles as well, you also have quite the hand.”

“Thank you.”

Starting a new life can be scary but at least they have each other.

Life in New York is not so bad, the two women stay with the grandparents of Sherlock’s darling in their home in upper Manhattan, a kind retired couple who takes care of the two women after such a terrifying and life changing incident. Her grandfather clears out his old and unused study for his grandchild to use so she can begin writing her new column. And then her grandmother begins to teach William’s darling about the types of music here in New York that is far different than the music she heard be played at the opera house, the two play piano that can be heard from where her grandfather works in his garden and down the hall where the reporter clicks away at her typewriter.

Soon two years had passed, the two managed to get their own apartment in lower manhattan, Sherlock’s darling had been taking small writing jobs here and there but had recently secured a job as a journalist for the New York Times, a crime journalist like she was before. Meanwhile William’s darling after years of hiding herself away and now works as a singer at a high end hotel like the reporter told her to do. The two had found themselves grow into a routine, make and have breakfast together, William’s darling will clean up the apartment and work and write some of her music while Sherlock’s darling heads out to work, then the reporter will come back in the afternoon for a late lunch, then William’s darling will leave to the hotel while the reporter finishes her work at home for the day, and then she will join her friend at the hotel after her performance and the two will have dinner there due to her friend’s role as staff at the hotel. Life was peaceful and now neither of them were alone, they had each other.

Some days were harder than others, one of them knowing they left people behind in London, the darlings of Louis and Mycroft, not telling Albert’s darling where they were so she would not feel the need to find them ever since they would take care of themselves. Sometimes the two would sit on top of the roof of their apartment building after hanging up the laundry and just wonder if they made the right choice and if they miss the mastermind and detective, William’s darling is far more prone to this and will just take her notebook up and write, doesn’t matter what, music, poetry, letters to him for her to keep, just something to get it all off her chest.

Meanwhile working for the Pinkerton agency in Brooklyn, Sherlock gets a job, there is going to be a large transaction with one of the heads of the biggest crime family in New York at a high end hotel in Manhattan, so he brings along William since has more insight how unground organizations function. They deal with the threat at the hotel silently as the owner requested as to not scare the guests and staff…

Meanwhile William’s darling and Sherlock’s darling are having a glass of wine in one of the empty event rooms at the hotel after her shift, sitting on the piano bench of the grand piano in the mostly empty room. Sherlock’s darling mentions that she left her journal open on the couch at home and told her she read one of the songs and asks her.

“Do you miss William?”

“…sometimes… I-I know he was a devil on earth… but I can’t help but think that even devils were once angels- sorry I probably sound crazy-“

“I would never tell you that you are crazy… would you mind playing one of your songs for me?”

“Sure but only if you sing with me, and don’t say you don’t know the lyrics when you snooped.”

Sherlock and William are walking down a hall in the hotel, about to leave when they both hear a piano playing from one of the rooms ahead. They shrug it off as some staff or a guest playing for fun, then William hears a voice, her voice…

“Balancing the scales

All my job entails

Making sure that they're prepared to see the world.”

He thinks he is just hearing something for a second and tries to tell himself it is nothing, but her voice… it has to be…

Sherlock definitely picks up on this and silently nods and William approaches the closed door where he hears the music and the voice…

“And all I feel is emptiness

From this emptying nest

William are you there

I was unaware

How difficult it'd be without you there

I was unprepared”

It is her, it has to be.

Then there is another voice joining in…

“Balancing the scales, balancing the scales

I did the best I could but still I have failed

Still I have failed

Balancing the scales

Want them to see the world but I'll always care”

Now William looks at the detective so see the same expression William wore on his own face.

As the piano fades away the door handle turns and the ladies turn their heads expecting it to be another of the hotel staff but instead…

William expected something when his darling saw him after years of thinking he was dead, but not the look of fear in her eyes after saying his name so sweetly in a song. She looks terrified, like she just saw a ghost and in some ways she did.

Sherlock on the other hand expected his darling’s reaction, like the look of pure rage in her eyes when she saw him alive. Their last few meeting before he disappeared were not on the greatest term as their friendship had a falling out due to Sherlock’s feels towards her and his overprotectiveness. Then not to mention by killing Milverton, she lost her job in London

In a blink of an eye and without a second thought, Sherlock’s darling grabbed her friend’s wrist and walked right out of the other doors to the room into another hallway.

It takes a second for William to process that he is crying. He abandoned her when he told her that he would never do such a thing. God what had he done?

The next day, neither woman goes to work, not even bothering to notify anyone that they would not be showing up today, they would find an excuse later. William’s darling sits on the rooftop, looking over the city as Sherlock’s darling hangs their laundry up on the line…

“Do you think you’ll go back to him now that you have the option?”

The question from her friend catches William’s darling off guard…

“I… I don’t know…”

“You do not have to, dear.”

That voice catches both women off guard, and they both look behind them at the rooftop entrance to see William standing there with his darling’s journal in hand, she must have left it at the piano.

“I only came to return this… and tell you I am sorry for abandoning you, I hurt you and I can never repair your trust in me, but I will… I will always be here if you need me.”

He sets the journal down on the bench she is sitting down and before William can turn to leave, she grabs his sleeve and he looks down at her with confusion but before he can say anything else she leaps up and wraps her arms around him, tucking her chin over his shoulder as she always had done…

“I forgive you.”

Meanwhile Sherlock’s darling is overcome with emotions that she cannot place as she looks at the two. She squeezes her eyes shut and a hand comes to rest on her shoulder. She does not have to look up to know who it was.

“I do not forgive you.”

“I wasn’t asking you to and I wasn’t apologizing, love.”

[idontknowmyownmind]

Father I don't want to Get Married RokCale version using Jubel and Regis story

Duke Roksu

In their first life, they had backstreet relationship

No one, and I mean not a single soul, know about their relationship

Despite their intimate and warm relationship, there are underline doubt, insecurities, and misunderstanding they harbor alone without telling their partner

Cale was accused of poisoning the Crown Prince

Roksu pulled Cale quite roughly, unintentionaly, toward a dungeon and gave him dagger without actually telling anything

Paired with his cold eyes and harsh tone, it's not a surprise that Cale misunderstood

Like Jubel who choose to end her life, so is Cale who rather take his own life than let Roksu did it

Everyone was shocked when they found Roksu, the cold, stoic and rarely smile Duke, pour his heart out while holding the corpse of the 'traitor'

The way he cry and holding him tight yet gentle

Unlike Regis who lost his mind and killed everyone, Roksu grief by locking himself with Cale's corpse

He become colder, always staying inside his chamber where Cale is

His family are worried, but everything they did doesn't seems like reaching him

They keep a close eye on him, fearing he will do something drastic

But they were careless for a moment and the next thing they found is Roksu cold, bloody, body beside Cale, hugging him close

In their second life, Roksu decided to let his closed companion aware of their relationship

So if something happened to Cale, he know they will protected him

Everything is fine, with Roksu hovering over Cale quite protectively

But, again, Cale died by his hand this time

Roksu doesn't mean it to happen, he meant to kill an enemy but why it's Cale who stand in front of him with his sword gone through his heart

This time, he completely lost his mind, he went rampage and killed everyone with cold and blank eyes with tears streaming down silently

His family need to stop him

Until he is at the brink of death, he crawl toward his beloved corpse, ignoring his bloody and broken body

His family want to heal him, but they know that it will only torture him so they let him go with heavy heart

In their third, current, life

Roksu went back way further and pursue Cale earlier and openly

He doesn't even hide his intention and make it clear that Cale is his and whoever dare to touch him will face him directly

He is a bit unhigine here, more protective and possessive toward the confuse red head, a bit much yandere and obssessive

[brynn-lear]

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[noirscript]

Hey luvs! Been awhile since the last update, but I'm currently accepting reader-insert requests!

Here are the list of the fandoms I can write about:

Genshin Impact

Haikyuu!! (They're in their timeskip ages!)

Moriarty the Patriot

Some webtoon *ehem*regis floyen, anyone?*ehem*

OR!!! You can request anything from our current list of OCs available!!!

Nicholas Sterling III (Yandere!Billionaire)

King Callixto (Yandere!King)

Xavier Veluxe (Yandere!Heir)

Currently hidden under my basement:

Yandere!Husband

Yandere!Lesser God

Yandere!◾◾◾

Click here to send in your requests! Send in yours today!

Commissions are also available but limited to the characters from the list above.

Apologies for the inactivity. No, I am not held captive by any yandere. I just had my first out-of-town vacation and actually have a new idea for a story.

[metalgearwitcher]

What I WILL write: Fluff Angst Hurt/Comfort Gender Neutral reader Fem Reader Male Reader MLM, MLW WLW Platonic (all underage characters are auto-platonic) Smut Pregnancy dark topics (suicide, murder, death, sh etc) canon typical violence ( there is a lot of it in these franchises, they are anti war stories afterall maybe not depicting some of the things that happen in canon it but I can still reference them )

Will Not Write Non-con Yandere Underage "disturbing" kinks (usually meaning involving noncon partners, violence or bodily functions, mostly) feel free to ask if your kink is ok or not) Character x Character AUs ( sorry not my thing)

I will not judge you at all for any kinks or personal interests - do not be afraid to message me with any questions you have

will some detail with the requests like a prompt, but not so much that I'm just writing your OC

am a slow writer. I might take a while to finish a request

If there is a character that isn't on the following lists, ask about them to see if I write for them

character list below the RM

Metal Gear

I'm not familiar enough with metal gear rising to write for those characters but most of the others are fair game

MGS character list

Solid Snake

Big Boss or Naked Snake

Revolver Ocelot

Otacon

Meryl Silverburgh

Johnny Sasaki

Sniper Wolf

Zero

EVA

Para-Medic

Kazuhira Miller

Strangelove

Cécile

Venom Snake

Quiet

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The Witcher Iv only gone through the Witcher 3 so I'm not familiar with the previous games, so I will do research to write for some of the more popular characters like Vernon Roche and Iorveth

This is based on the game version the characters not the tv show. I still like the show I just think there should be more content for the game characters ( though I might make an exemption for Jaskier I love him too much to exclude)

I'm not finished with the book series yet but I may included details from it and reference book only stuff or use characterization if there isn't enough detail for them in the games, I will probably add more characters when I'm finished with the books, like Milva

Witcher character list Ciri

Geralt of Rivia

Dandelion

Jaskier (TV)

Triss Merigold

Shani

Vesemir

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eskel

Lambert

Vernon Roche

Iorveth

Cerys an Craite

Regis

Ves

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Yandere devil vanitas x kaya true pacifist au;

Almost 3 hours later:

Kuna and noctis: *was asleep cuddling in a makeshift bed*

Regis: *quietly stands up as the doctor walks up*

Doctor: are you kai's father?

Regis: I'm his grandfather.. is he ok?

Doctor: he had somehow gotten poisoned

Regis: but him vomiting blood..

Doctor: a direct effect of the poison.. *glances at noctis and kuna*

Kuna: *stirs awake* h-huh?

Regis: the doctor has an update

Hana: *getting a massage with Angel Dust* ugh we needed this

[lxdymoon0357]

Father, I don't want this Marriage!

Disappointed in you...

Father, I don't want this marriage! dating Hcs

Claude De Alger Obelia + Regis Floyen + Lant Agriche SFW/NSFW headcanons

[d10nsaint]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

&."𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘" ... －𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵..

>Being Regis' wife. endless days with jubel, and endless nights with regis.

>Tea parties with baby Jubel.

>Wearing matching dresses with Jubel everywhere you go; from parties,to events, and even competitions.Its more like your married to Jubel than regis.

>Reading in the Libary and getting a back hug from regis.Big, warm hands wrapping around your waist, his big body leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

>Dancing with duke floyen at parties,stealing the stage.

>Reading books with Jubel to help her sleep.Her tiny hands hugging your body, seeking warmth in the cold night.

>Being trapped Laying down with regis in bed.

>Going on outings with Regis and Jubel, who are willing to buy you anything that you look at.

>Having long kisses with regis while dancing.

>Meeting Max when he was a child as the dukes wife, and being the only one who tries to comfort him.

>Meeting max again..but when he is the boyfriend of your beloved daughter, Jubel.

>Stopping regis from killing max tbh

>Helping regis with paperwork in his office, but he cant even take his eyes away from your lips as you talk to him about how he is spending too much money <3

>Regis buying a store because you like 3 things from that shop.

[justleisha-deniyor]

Hello! May I request some hcs for a yandere! Regis Floyen from Father I Don’t Want to Get Married?

Welcome to Leisha's post!

English is not my native language and I can read such manhwas thanks to the translations, so sorry for the misunderstandings.

Warnings: toxic behaviors, manipulation, torture, death, blood, severe delusions, yandere behaviors, obsession, misunderstandings

Yandere Regis Adri Floyen

-As long as you're not a duchess or a princess, you're a lower-ranking noble or commoner, but that's okay. Buying a title for Regis is not that difficult.

-The Duke of Floyen will woo the reader in the first place, it doesn't matter if you reciprocate or not, if that doesn't work, there are other methods he can use to get you.

-If you refuse his request, he will make this offer directly to your family. No noble family can, will not refuse the request of the Duke of Floyen. No matter how much you avoid Regis, you somehow find him right next to you. And without even knowing what it is, you get married with an expensive wedding dress and a perfectly designed wedding, and now you are the Duchess of Floyen!

-Another element in Regis' obsession is Jubelian. His daughter has a sick body and is threatened by the emperor, and he has already lost a woman he loves so much, he won't let this happen again. You're literally imprisoned in the Duchy of Floyen with expensive clothing, rich decorations, high-value jewellery, servants who control your every step, and an obsessive father and daughter.

-Jubelian is not much different from Regis. Jubelian is just as obsessed as her father is.

-The Jubelian is hungry for love and physical touch, and if you fulfill this request, the Jubelian will become a yandere dependent on your love.

-They want all the love you have for themselves. Jubelian has a more manipulative disposition in this regard.

-Your days belong to Jubel and your nights belong to Regis.

[yanderedreamer]

Hi! Can I request gen hc of our lovely dilf regis adri floen?

Yandere Regis Adri Floyen / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: General yandere headcanons.

Warnings: Manipulation, mentions of killing.

Regis thought that he was loyal to Amelia. He thought that he would never find another love, but those thoughts were immediately discarded when he met you at the annual hunt. You easily tamed his frenzied horse and the moment he saw your eyes, he fell in love.

He wouldn't approach you immediately; he has to be methodical with his advances. He'll order one of his servants to look into your background so that he'd have enough information to infer your partner preferences from; he wonders if you'd be okay with a widower who has a daughter from his previous marriage.

Regis will attend the parties you'll be going to and steal your attention for the entire evening. None of these nobles are worth your time so you should only pay attention to him. He'd openly court you to let everyone know that you've captured his heart, and the glare he sends over your shoulder is enough to tell your suitors to give up or he'll make them wish they're dead. He subconsciously tightens his grip around your wrist at the thought of you being in the arms of another, and when he hears your plea for him to let you go, he quickly releases your wrist with a murmur of apology.

He wouldn't hesitate to use underhanded methods to reduce the number of your suitors - assassination, poisoning, staging an accident during events, he'll use every trick in the book to secure his place by your side. He won't eliminate every competition of course, just the ones who pose as a huge threat to him. If you show interest in anyone other than him... don't expect to see them again anytime soon. But who knows? Maybe you'll see their name making the headlines.

Accepting Regis' proposal is either the best or the worst decision you've ever made, depending on how you see it. His yandere tendencies are more prominent now that he has you in his grasp. He's overprotective and possessive; he thinks you break easily like a porcelain doll and would forbid you from seeing anyone, including your family and friends. You'll become a prisoner of the Floyen Duchy, unable to leave and see anyone other than Regis, Jubellian and the servants assigned to take care of you.

If you're foolish enough to attempt an escape, it won't end well for you. Hasn't Regis educated you enough on how dangerous the outside world is? You won't be safe without him. People will use you for their own gain, and they'll use you until you break. Once you're useless, they'll cast you aside... Those were the things he told you to delude you that you won't be able to survive without him.

The first time you ran away from him, he didn't chase you. Instead, he sent one of his guards to tail you and ordered him to use his carrier pigeon to send Regis the coordinates of your location once you've stopped somewhere to rest for the night. Regis then lured a pack of wolves to your location and just as you're about to be pounced on, he swooped in, swinging his sword to cut the wolves down.

The sight of him drenched in the wolves' blood frightened you. Feigning relief, he knelt down to your level and embraced your trembling figure tightly with his bloodied sword placed flat against your back. Although he was speaking softly into your ear, saying how dangerous it is for you to be outside alone at night, you could never forget the way he effortlessly killed those wolves. What if you met the same unfortunate end because you made him angry?

He would never hurt you intentionally and he would never let anyone disrespect you, even if you were the one who started it. As a member of the Floyen Duchy, you deserve to be put on a pedestal - and just like his daughter, you're one of his most precious treasures. He'll leave a pile of corpses in his wake if that's what it takes to protect you from the evils of this world.

You wouldn't be able to leave Regis even if you desperately wanted to. Jubellian has never seen her father so in love since the death of her mother, and she'll make sure that his source of happiness never escapes the clutches of the Floyen Duchy. If a push comes to a shove, she'll get Maximilian involved so if you don't want things to get worse for you, you should just accept your fate and sit quietly in the luxurious room that has been prepared for you, dressed in the finest clothes and accessories.

[trashybandit]

When Fantasies Become Reality

Yandere Regis Adri Floyen x Male Aide Reader Sometimes, we desire the unachievable, but that won't stop Regis from fulfilling his.

Fic exchange with @moonstruck-rk. Sorry this took so long >~<

TW: dubcon, noncon, and forced drinking

His Grace was big. It was an undeniable fact that he'd tower over almost everyone, but that didn't mean it didn't fill you with a sense of vulnerability. Yet, the man in question was busy pressing himself into your back with you securely on his lap, stroking your knee. Documents awaiting for his approval lay neglected on the large mahogany desk as Regis opted to bury his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply the scent that never failed to calm him. He could feel the stress melting away from his taut muscles in a couple of seconds.  "Duke, you should be working." You stated with all the professionalism you could muster.  "Mhm... haven't I told you to call me Regis when we're alone?" A response punctuated with weariness returned. You, like the stellar aide you were, remembered this peculiar request, but consistently failed to follow it. It seemed almost scandalous calling someone of his stature by their first name. Faced with your lack of a response, Regis’s grip tightened around you.  “Say my name.” He demanded in a low voice next to your ear. Your continued silence led to a sharp squeeze that made it hard to breathe. “R-regis, sir, please stop!” Was all you could manage from your burning lungs. He didn’t seem particularly pleased with the “sir,” but released you from his vice grip nonetheless with a small smile gracing his handsome face.  “See?” He cooed in a tone that always managed to make your heart involuntarily flutter, “It wasn’t that hard, wasn't it?” By that point, you had already scrambled away from his grasp. He didn't seem upset though, simply chuckling at your adorable behavior. The distance between you two was too much for Regis's liking and your relief was short-lived once the hulking man draped his muscled arm around your shoulder, effortlessly guiding you to the liquor stand. He offered you a drink but gave you a glass before you could answer. Faced with the duke’s expecting gaze, you could only take a small sip, but before you could remove the glass from your lips, Regis tilted the entire glass into your awaiting mouth. He didn’t let go of the glass, forcing you to swallow the bitter liquid that burned your throat. Left coughing with tears in your eyes, he took advantage of your distraction to shove the entire bottle in your mouth, squeezing your chin harshly to force your mouth open. You could only drink the alcohol to prevent yourself from suffocating in it. Regis forced almost a quarter of the bottle down your throat until he was satisfied. Your head felt woozy as a result and required Regis’s assistance to even stay standing, hands gripping the tight fabric on his chest, slightly flustering the man. After you regained your bearings, your complaints remained stuck in your throat, faced with Regis casually taking a swig of the brown liquid, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing seductively, red tongue sensually licking his damp lips as he placed the bottle with a bang on the desk before guiding you to his decorous office chair. Tonight, Regis was determined to bring his desires to fruition.

Regis Adri Floyen was big. Each hand of his covered a large swath of your chest. His calloused fingers easily breached your thin clothes to attack the little nubs lovingly. Coupled with the unrestricted access given to him by you being forced to sit on his lap, his straining clothed cock in between your ample cheeks, it wasn’t long before you were whimpering from his touches, something Regis got off to. Your moans reverberated around the exorbitant room with an especially loud one escaping your mouth from Regis running his tongue behind your ear. His hot breath caused shivers to run down your spine and having your chin tilted to face his disheveled one, sweat causing his normally tidy silver hair to cling to his forehead with a rosy tint to his cheeks while his cerulean eyes peered at yours with unhidden desire, made your heart unwillingly race. His lips soon clashed with your pliant ones and enticed your leadened tongue into dancing with his, moaning into the kiss. It was messy, nowhere near romantic, yet your intoxicated mind thought Regis to look enticing with saliva staining his mouth. You drawn out of your musings by a large hand wandering to your sex. A weak gasp escaped you as he palmed your cock, his deft hands tracing its outline. Regis groaned into your ear as your hips buckled, chasing the sensations his hand offered. “Does it feel good?” He whispered in that baritone voice of his, slightly out of breath, fingers barely grazing your weeping erection. “Y…yeS Ah~” You mewled in response to him finally showing your cock proper attention. His breath felt especially hot on your nape. When he finally released your dick from your confines, you practically grabbed his hand to fuck yourself with it like a flesh light in your lustful haze. Regis slightly faltered as he felt your pulsating cock leaking with precum rubbing against his hand, the sensation causing his face to flush. To see your wanton form, shameless chasing your own high, disregarding how inappropriate this all, made Regis feel validated, You too felt like this underneath all of your professionalism. You loved him, didn’t you?  Otherwise, you wouldn’t act like this, right? Right? Regis could feel his thoughts spiral as a little voice suggested that you could be acting like this with anyone after a couple of touches. His jovial mood soured from his mind conjuring images of you offering your ravishing body to undeserving pests. Perhaps you even had a lover, an unworthy piece of scum that vastly overestimated their worth, who dared to defile your body with their sinful hands. Unknowingly, his hand tightened around your cock, eliciting a gasp of pain, snapping him from his musings. Regis didn’t let up much though, doubling down as he took control of your pleasure with one hand wrapping around your waist, pressing you back into him, while the other rubbed you out at a brutal pace. It was as if he believed that he could remove your supposed lover’s touch with brute force, to reshape your body to accept him instead of that trash. You came with a pained moan as he continued pumping you throughout it, using your own release akin to lube, overstimulating you as the humiliating ‘shilick shilick’ sound reverberated around the room. While you were panting, practically drooling all over yourself, Regis looked mostly fine, lest for his tinted cheeks, labored breathing, and darkened eyes tinted with a cross between lust and displeasure. They were the last thing you clearly remembered seeing as you were carefully placed on the desk.

Regis was big. You already knew this, but having an unobstructed view of his bulge cemented this fact. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, even audibly gasping when he revealed his member in all of its glory. Faced with your awed expression, Regis felt a surge of pride and rhetorically asked if you like what you see, silently hoping for enthusiastic affirmation. Your dumb “uh huh,” eyes unable to leave his penis, made the organ twitch from the praise. Regis leaned closer towards you as his long fingers rimmed your hole, using your release that stained your cock as lube to prep your hole. You could feel yourself clench around the deft fingers as they probed around your insides. Regis felt like he was touching heaven, each clench sucking away his restraint. As his large fingers pumped in and out of you, moans spilled out of your lips as he hit that sweet spot. The way you tightened around him, little hole puckering, from a little pressure to that spot, face stained with tears as you babbled iterations of "feel'sh gooh" and garbled moans, drove him insane with desire. Regis could no longer satisfy himself by touching you and after confirming you were ready, lined himself to your fluttering hole. You tried to recoil from that monster of a dick after your mind processed that it would penetrate you to no avail with Regis dragging you back and inserting himself balls-deep in one swift motion. You let out a noiseless scream from the sudden intrusion as you were stretched to the brim with his thick phallus. The feeling of being connected to you so intimately, watching you take him so well, drowned his brain further in its lust-filled haze. Pushing your body onto the desk while lifting your legs, Regis thrusted like a madman, slapping hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth found yours in the heat of the moment to bite and entangle with. Soft groans and huffs of pleasure rumbled out of Regis’s throat from the mind-numbing pleasure you brought him. Your moans and mewls of ecstasy furthered his own. Only you could bring him to his knees, mind blank from a few words and touches, only you. Yet, he lacked the words to express how much you meant to him, how he couldn’t live without you, with them all dying at his lips. Nothing in his repertoire portrayed how deep and all-consuming his love was. Regis wanted to be to you what you were to him, yet the threat of not was all too real. Sobering up slightly, Regis aimed his thrusts to tip you more over the edge. He won’t allow anyone to snatch you away, touch you like this way, love you this way. As Regis leaned down next to your ear, sweat trickling down his forehead, he finally found the words to express what he felt. They barely grazed the surface of his emotions, but he hoped you could feel their weight. “I..I love you.” Regis whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft with vulnerability as he searched your face for any signs of reception. Your dewy eyes reflected his intense gaze, chest heaving as a result of accommodating something so big, but all you could manage were unintelligible whines as a response. His heart panged from the lack of response and rationalized it as a result of the night’s strenuous activities. No matter, he’ll just show you the depths of his love again and again until you understand. As Regis climaxed within your gummy walls, painting your innards white with release, he desperately wished you recognized how devoted he was to you. He’s surrendered himself to you, it isn’t much to ask for the same, is it?

[themorbidart]

These two are oooold ocs of mine. Likely from HS.

Regis is a serial killer poltergeist who lives in an old warehouse and enjoys scaring the shit out of passersby. The girl, whos name I forgot, is an engineer who's bought the warehouse to live in and work in.

And. Well. She's cute. What psycho wouldn't be thrilled about a new rommate?

[thithesandofferings]

Yandere FFXV Crew

FFXV being Yandere- Gladiolus/Noctis/Prompto/Ignis/Ardyn/Regis

*Covers eyes* I am not here. But you are. You might as well read. 

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TW:  MINORS DNI  Dark Content. Yandere themes. Stalking. Dubious Dubious Consent. Slight Daddy kink. Masochism. Sadism. Slight exhibitionism. Fear play. 

Gladiolus - Geeezzz he's so in love with you. Has been for so long. Just watching you through the castle. He just knows you'd look good in his bed. With a ring on your finger (and neck) crying out his name. He sees the other knights in the castle chatting you up, but he may or may not be standing behind you giving them the death glare. Its only accidental that a couple of knights disappear. Only happenstance that these were the same men that gave you a hard time. When you look at him with needy eyes asking him for help, he has to have you. Wont let you out of his room. Look hes trying to make you feel safe and secure. You may think he's not the kindest when he buckles you in your collar connected to a brick wall and gives you the deepest of kisses. Grips your chin to open your mouth so he has more access- every day before he goes to work. He knows you hate when he leaves and hes gonna make it up to you. He even promised you a baby if youre good. Your eyes are misting, but theres no reason for it. you know he's gonna fuck you into that very same wall when he gets home. Give you all the attention that you've been whining for. "Awww sorry princess, Daddy didnt mean it. Im not letting you go unitl you forgive me".

Noctis- Two words. Cage Beds. Always. He loves you, but he cant trust you as far as he can throw. He was even nice enough to pick the bed with you in the room.  Keeps one leg shackeled at all times when he doesnt have sights on you. Why would you want to get out anyways? Your sole purpose is to serve him. He would never feel bad for taking your life. Its his anyways. He might use the guards to spy on you, and so what? You like to run. And not that he doesnt like to chase you, no, it becomes a hassle when he has duties to fulfill for the kingdom. Playtime is not 24/7 pet and you know this. He has to roll his eyes because it seems that no one understands that not a single soul is allowed to talk to you in any capacity. At this point he's going to have to pay his public executioner more, he's been working overtime. Probably gonna have to fuck your little mouth shut again just to give everyone a break.  He would hope you'll get used to being his possession. Its hardly sexual at this point, especially when he can use you like a malleable toy. You're cute,  but he's really been thinking about...experimentation during his down time. Wonders what you'd do if he held a syringe of anything next to that cute face.  

Prompto - He doesnt mean to be angry. He doesnt. But you just make him so hot, its hard to cipher his feelings out of something so strong. You were so nice and thats why he took you in the first place; but now youre so hurtful. How is he supposed to deal with that- especially when youre saying mean things to him. How could you say something about his humanity! He has it! He definitely doesnt mean to bruise you, gripping your waist so tight that bruises form, its an honest mistake. But he has to prove it to you somehow that he is deserving of you. He adores it when he fucks you so good that you pass out. Pleas and gasp making an abrupt choked noise when your head hits the pillow. Doesnt mean he's gonna stop his hips from moving. He needs to prove to you that you are it. So he'll fuck you awake so he can remind you. No matter how much it takes.

Ignis- Wants to get inside your head first. To be the only thing you think about. Walks by you and sometimes bumps into you. Says he's sorry and touches you. makes sure that your mind drifts to him. He knows exactly where you're going to be at the exact time. Of course he's input cameras into every point in your house and office. He cant keep an eye off you for a second. What if that "partner" from the other cubicle comes by and hassles you again? He sees the way that man looks at you. Distractingly similar to how Ignis himself looks at you. But that guy doesnt care about you. Doesnt know what you like to eat or what flowers you like first thing in the morning. Or that you even prefer to be bent over the desk rather than pressed against the window. Probably doesnt know that your hole squeezes just a little tighter when someone walks pass. Has to press his hand against your mouth when you get a little too loud. Frown deepens when he thrust into you as hard as he can when your "partner" knocks on the door.

Ardyn- He's so giddy when you wake up and his lips are already on yours before your eyes open. He picked up the change of breathing and wanted to be ready for you. He can mark what belongs to him right? Gods he cant wait until he puts bruises on that pretty skin. He wants to hear you whine for him. You may be a resistant now, but you'll come around. They always do. He's seen the way your eyes flutter just slightly when he grasps your throat when youre being just a little too bratty. The way you beg gets him so hard- he wants to fuck you where you stand, but he's trying to be patient. Knows that one day you'll come to him crawling on your hands and knees with that cute little collar, leash in mouth, begging for him to fuck you. He can wait. He's waited this long hasnt he?

Regis- In the name of the throne, it has to be done. You have to be his. Does not matter your standing whether high status or low born. You were supposed to be his. The Gods told him so. Its a shame you were taken from your home by his very guards, but he knew you would have a better life with him. He would treat you right. Give you all the little toys your heart desired. He's wanted you for so long. How dare you ignore him? A king? He'd make sure you never step foot out of the castle again. For your own good. You deserved the best. And you would get the best too wouldnt you? His fingers, his mouth, even his time. He wants those beautiful face writhing in pleasure not pain, but if you dont behave, he'll take either.