#Dion Agriche smut

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead's Sister in Law!

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Chapter 1

Dion x Fem! Reader

Warnings: possible yandere themes, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, slight incestual themes due to the content of “Roxana,” blood, mention of murder

Nsfw warnings: Lost of virginity (both parties?), fingering, oral (fem receiving), spit, reader does NOT get to finish, vaginal pain, HEAVY DUB/CON.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the harmful and dangerous actions/behaviors that takes place in this piece of fiction. These actions/behaviors should not be normalized or romanticized as they are extremely toxic and dangerous.

Minors/blank/blogs that don’t reblog fanfiction dni and don’t span like my posts or you will be blocked.

Overall story summary: you reincarnated into one of your favorite novel-turned-webtoons. However, you didn't want to become the female lead's sister-in-law...

Word count: 4542k

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“The Way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother,” also known as “ROXANA” was a rather dark novel that was adapted into a webtoon. And as luck would have it, the webtoon wasn’t finished, and you don’t remember all the details of the fan translated web novel you found online.

Now, why would that be a problem? Simple:

You reincarnated into it. Not as a main character, or even a servant to one of the families. You weren’t a child of Lant’s or one of his many wives. You weren’t a friend to one of his children, either. Instead, it was worse than most of what was listed.

Whatever God you managed to piss off had a silly little, petty revenge plan that was straight out of a third-rate horror novel with teenage girls fawning over it. And truthfully, if written right, the non-existent novel would have been a banger – but no, instead it was anything but. Or maybe you only really think that because of your position in this world, where your birth was simple, but painful for your mother, and you were lucky enough to be born into a family that loved and cared for and about you.

It was a noble family, to boot. Wealthy enough to live a comfortable life. Two siblings – an older sister who was already married at the age of thirty with a child on the way. The other was a 12-year-old boy who made it his life mission to be the most annoying little piece of shit on earth.

But as you lay on your back, hands holding your nightgown in place, all you could think about was how small Dion Argece makes you feel. The wedding ceremony just finished up hours ago, and here you are, back pressed against silk sheets as your now-husband hovers over you.

(Name) Argece.

What a horrible name and cruel faith.

Inky black hair that falls into his carmine red eyes that held indifference. His wedding-tux was still on, even the outer jacket with the silly lone rose in his pocket. Oh, what a shame – to be married to such a handsome man only for him to be obsessed with his sister and emotionally unavailable.

God despises you.

“Close your eyes if you’re uncomfortable.”

He unbuttons his outer jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and tosses it to the side. You should close your eyes, you think, because his face was nothing but stone. Not even a condescending grin. He doesn’t comfort you, either – at least not in the typical sense.

“Keep still,” his gloved hands grab your thighs and you let him open them, creating space for him to get closer. You want to push him away and run. But what good would that do? Why couldn’t the man just slice something and claim that the blood on the sheets was from your first night?

“I’m scared.” You speak without thinking, becoming stiff as his hands traveled from your outer thigh to the inner, creeping underneath your nightgown. His gloves feel cold and uncomfortable, touch borderline rough. “I – I need a moment. Please?”

He tilts his head, giving it thought. After a moment he removes himself, but annoyance radiates off him. Your heart beats faster as the second’s pass. You remain on your back. The ceiling is painted white, no decorations and the room was bare saved for a dresser, closet, mirror and a random chair by the window.

You will be sleeping in here, from now on.

“Can’t do it? Then don’t.” he’s annoyed, surely, otherwise he wouldn’t look at you like you were an insect. What a wonderful way to start the newlywed life. But it’s not that easy to walk away, and while it sounds like he’s giving you a say-so, he isn’t; if you don’t consummate your marriage tonight, then…

“… I’m sorry. It’s my first time and I heard there would be pain.” You shouldn’t have to explain yourself. But Dion wasn’t exactly known for his… compassion. Or basic human emotions, either.

If this was someone else, would you be able to do it? Where did everything go wrong? This didn’t happen in the novel; Dion didn’t get married. There wasn’t a grand wedding with the Five Ruling Families in attendance. Nor was there a steamy scene with this man throughout the novel, not even in the side stories.

How did you end up here?

“Then relax.” If you weren’t scared of losing your life you would have run him over. It affects everything! Then again, it wouldn’t matter to him – this is a duty. Not something he wanted, you’re sure, and even if he did it would only have his best interests in mind.

“… I’m ready.” You don’t answer him, because it would only lead to a one-sided argument. Even a wall listens better. Despite your wishes, Dion does the same as last – settles in-between your legs, and this time, you close your eyes.

“Good. Try to relax or it won’t fit.” Your cheeks burn at that, mind already picturing how it would look. Many men say things like that, even in your old world. It’s just a thing they said, like with many things. It doesn’t really mean anything, because if it did then…

His gloves are still on, cold and grip tight on your thighs. You were hoping he would be gentler. But as his hands travel up and up until they’re pulling at the edges of your underwear to slide them down, you realize he won’t.

There’s no slickness down there, your underwear dry and vagina even drier. You peek through your eyelashes, watching as he inspects the article of clothing. He tosses it a few seconds later.

“I’m only going to ask once – would you rather keep your clothes on or off?” It seems that with every second reality just hits harder and harder. This was going to happen. Nothing could stop it. And if hypothetically, if he were to stop this, what then?

Even if he sliced an arm to fake the night, what about later? A baby, Lant wants Dion to have a child. No. You couldn’t do that to a child, especially yours.

“On. Please.” You expect him to just shove in a finger or two, watching as your body jerks in pain. Instead, he lifts your hips until your bottom was off the bed and flips the flimsy skirt up. And then there’s a glob of something wet and gooey, legs twitching as it lands on your bare cunt.

“D – did you just… spit?” steading yourself on your arms, you look on in disbelief as your husband just spat on your pussy. A string of saliva hangs from his tongue.

Instead of answering you, much less look at you, his thumb comes into play and spreads his saliva over the surface of your cunt. It’s only when his thumb swipes over your clit do you let out a shaky breath.

Maybe he was feeling generous or maybe he was curious. Dion decided to rub the twitching nub over and over until your legs twitch and cunt clenched around nothing. The glove made it uncomfortable, but even so, you just tried your best to focus on the pleasure. You weren’t sure if he would give you pleasure like this again.

“You’re enjoying this,” he retreats his hand leaving your twitching and needy clit lonely.

A pathetic whimper escapes as you watch your husband take his glove off with his teeth. This man is everything you fear and more, a character that you should have never met. Yet the sight of him lowering his head to lick a long stride against your slit has your legs shaking.

His tongue is warm and slimy, causing your hands to clench the sheets as your head falls back. Another lick and another until it’s flicking your clit back and forth, sending warmth throughout your body. However, despite the pleasure he’s giving you, his grip is still tight, almost painful on your hips.

Your heartbeat doesn’t slow down as he continues. Your fear barely dies down in your chest, even as the tip of his tongue teases your entrance. You shut your eyes tight, a breathless gasp leaving your lips as he thrusts his tongue into your cunt.

“It feels – “a pause as you catch your breath, “weird, it feels really weird and – “

Dion repeats the action until you’re a trembling mess, sensitive from your mental state and the current oral sex you’re receiving. It’s hard to focus on either one, your mind constantly reminding you that you’re in a novel, about to fuck a man who’s jaded and possibly has a thing for his sister –

“Ah… wait, that’s a lot…” he decides to go further, bringing his thumb back and rubs loose circles into your clit. He’s still eating you out, but not like a man starved like you read in erotic novels.

Even so, your husband keeps at it. If it was a good or bad thing was up for debate – on one hand, while it does feel good, everything is moving too fast, your pleas for slowing down falling on deaf ears. It really is a lot, tongue fucking you while those loose circles on your clit become tighter, rougher. Should you just lay back and take what he gives?

Your mother would probably say so. Your sister would just pat your head and smile like it was expected. Normal. Take what he gives, especially if it benefits you in any way.

“…?” your eyes open at his tongue leaving your cunt with a saliva trail, his eyes glued to your twitching sex. His thumb also stops rubbing circles, instead going back to grip your hip as your back starts to become sore. Your ass is still off the bed and if he keeps you hosted up like this, then you really will snap in half.

But then he locks eyes with you.

“I thought you were scared.” Dion doesn’t let you respond, either because he doesn’t care or because it would ruin the ‘mood.’ He latches his mouth to your poor, abused nub instead. And sucks.

“H-hey!�� one hand supporting you while the other grabs at his hair, you didn’t expect him to throw your legs over his shoulders. “That’s enough, really, no need to – ugh…” his mouth was warm and soft, but it sends your nerves on fire.

Good. Bad. Good. Bad.

Good, bad, does it matter anymore?

He sucks harder and your fingers tug harshly at his hair. You kick your legs but are unable to tell if it’s from pleasure or the flight or fight response he’s causing you. He doesn’t budge, doesn’t bat an eye, making it his life mission to suck you dry.

“Ah – wait, Dion – “

It’s at your whine of his name does he finally, finally stop, a ‘pop’ when he detaches his mouth from your sensitive and bullied clit. Your husband decides to lick one last long stripe from your entrance to your clit, all the while making eye contact with you. Your chest heaves as your mind settles, arousal overthrowing your thoughts.

“What is it?” Monotone, his voice is monotone and he’s not even out of breath. Your mother lied, there’s not even a hint of pink across those cheeks. It’s fine, though – no, it’s not, it’s baffling how steady he seems when your back is about to break, and you can’t even breathe.

Your eyes travel from his to his hair, where your hand is still grasping the strands. Mind still catching up to your body, you let go and draw your hand back, covering your eyes with it. Your entire body is shaky and legs sore. You’re not used to this position.

“It – it’s enough.” Your husband lets you pull your legs back, feet pressing against his broad shoulders as you bring them back down. The relief is almost immediate, a pleasurable and relief-filled sigh leaving your chest. You allow yourself to rest for a bit, your sensitive cunt and sore legs screaming for it.

“… O – okay, I think, I think that’s fine. Excuse me…” gently, you pull one leg up until your foot is flat against the bed. With a shudder, you trace your entrance timidly with two fingers, getting used to the touch. You’re not sure of how big he was, but you’ll use three fingers just in case.

You gape like a fish when his hand reaches out, grabbing yours roughly. You didn’t even notice the dip in the mattress as Dion got closer on his knees, face inches away from yours. Oh God, now what –

“What are you doing?” clearly annoyed, Dion doesn’t let you look away – not that you were going to – free hand grabbing your face, pointer finger and thumb on each cheek. It’s barely loose enough to leave no bruises. It hurts regardless.

“I – I was… prepping…” part of you wants to pretend that this man doesn’t know how to comfortably prepare you for pentation with his… but you know better. Because an inexperienced man wouldn’t know how to do things with his tongue like that, or where the clit was because –

“Are you still scared?” The hand that was holding yours releases it, opting to sneak its way to your cunt. His fingers were larger than yours, nimbler as they stroke your labia minora. Are the shivers washing over you from nervousness or arousal?

“… I’m scared of the pain.” By instinct, you knew he meant more than scared of sex – if you feared him. Still.

It doesn’t need to be said.

“Scared of the pain?” His eyes glow in the moonlight, bright red with absolutely no emotion. “Why?” he doesn’t break eye contact as his fingers inch closer to your entrance, stroking the opening, making your legs jolt. What a horrible man.

You remind yourself that this man only felt fear as a child – and even then, it probably wasn’t for very long. Nothing lasts for long, in this estate.

“Because I hate it.” You don’t break eye contact either, breathing in when one finger slowly sinks in, your walls now stretching uncomfortably. It’s not as painful as you thought it would be, your wetness mixed with his saliva making it easier. Your nails are about to rip holes in the silk sheets.

Like a curious animal, he tilts his head, curling his finger. It doesn’t feel good, it hurts, but you endure it even when you wince. Dion decides it would be a good idea to spread your legs a bit further, and like a bug, crawls between them even more. You hiccup when he adds a second finger.

They’re bigger than yours, they reach deeper. In your old world, did it feel like this too? You can’t remember.

“It’s going to hurt worse if you don’t let me finish this. Relax your legs before it hurts worse.” Pressure builds in your eyes, but you fight it off. “Save your tears for when it matters.”

You’re tired of him already.

He doesn’t move them, at first. It’s almost like he expects this, because as you adjust to something foreign inside you, he starts to rub at your clit, again. Softly this time, touch firm enough to feel but not hard enough to hurt. Or maybe you’re lying to yourself because you’re wincing, still.

When he starts to thrust them in and out, you force yourself to look at the ceiling, scared to see the expression on his face. You also don’t want to watch the show, scared it’ll already be bloody. Just a bit.

“It’s tight.” He states it like it’s the morning news. “And wet.” Your cheeks burn with both shame and embarrassment, shutting your eyes.

“… ugh…,” groaning, your hand reaches out to grab his wrist. “It hurts, a lot.” You sit up, back against the headboard, avoiding your husband’s gaze. Unfortunately, by doing this, your eyes land on your messy hole, light blood on his fingers as he pulls them out only to thrust them in again.

“It’s normal. The more you resist the worse it gets.” You give up, letting him do as he pleases, shutting your mouth.

The fingering still hurts as the minutes go by, but little by little the pressure eases down and when he arches his hand, he hits something soft and spongy. He’s rewarded the sight of your head banging against the headboard once, shoulder tense as you bite your bottom lip.

If only you could see that look in his eyes.

“Here?” He repeats the action, faster this time. You only nod your head, lips ajar, tongue swiping over them. Your hips have a mind of their own, raising as the heel of his hand rapidly smacks against your clit with his thrust of his hand.

You’re half there mentally and halfway in heaven, momently forgetting just who was here with you, who room this belonged to, and your entire situation to begin with. “Oh - wait, it’s a lot but – “

A third finger is added, and it starts to sting again. Another wince, another groan, but your arousal helps to keep the pain to minimum. All three fingers curl to hit that special spot that makes you see blacked out stars and pussy clench. All the while light blood coats his fingers, a sight he’s already used to due to his lifestyle.

It’s only when he pulls his hand away completely do you return from the skies, a small layer of sweet coating your forehead. Your hands are shaky as you look at him, only to be drowned back into reality when you’re met with those red, indifferent eyes that glow brighter than the moon.

“If you’re ready, lay on your back and spread your legs.” He undoes his pants while saying this, scooting back to give you some room.

With a heavy heart, you do so, laying on your back and spread your legs. You were fine just moments ago, so why is your heart leaping out of your throat rather than staying in your chest? Maybe it was because of the pleasure, or…

You’re scared, again.

You don’t look when something fat and heavy plops onto your pelvis. You don’t look when he brings you closer by your thighs. You don’t look as he rubs the head of his cock against your slick folds, catching on your clit.

“Relax or it won’t fit,” he reminds you before pushing the fat head in. At first, it’s a sting no bigger than an ant bite. But then another inch goes in, and you feel like a sword is cutting you straight up open, your legs tensing and hands grasping his forearms in a futile attempt to stop him.

Your nails dig into his sleeves, and you can feel the skin underneath. The tears build up as your face becomes hot, taking in deep breaths like it would soften the intruding body part.

“Big – it’s too big, it’s not going to fit – “

“… You look cute when you cry.” It’s sinister, teasing and everything that makes your stomach drop. His thumb wipes away your tears that’s already staining your skin. But he stops regardless, if only to shut you up if nothing else.

You think a few minutes pass but it’s hard to tell when he’s still inside, pulsing and you could feel every vein on his cock. It’s thick, it’s big and you don’t think you’re equipped to handle it, handle him. He’s everything that ruins your sense of self, that makes your dreams shatter and fear rot you from the inside out.

But he’s your husband…

But he’s your husband.

“Relax,” he inches in deeper, slower this time, but not letting you get a word in. Your nails dig deeper, and if it weren’t for his shirt, you would have drawn blood. Another inch, another gasp that leaves you breathless, grasping for anything that could keep you grounded. The only thing you could grab was him, however.

“Dion, Dion, you’re going to break me, I can’t – I can’t – “

“You can. You have to.” Was his voice raspy, just now? If so, it worries you, because you just remembered one very important detail – Dion Argece was, if nothing else, a sadist. Be it from his childhood trauma, or if he would be like this regardless of, he loved seeing Roxana cried.

It never occurred to you that he would love seeing you cry, too.

How deep was he? It feels you’re being speared open, his cock bullying its way into your virgin hole. You weren’t a virgin in your last life, but it didn’t hurt like this. It had hurt, felt like you were being ripped, but not enough to make you cry and breathless.

You think you can feel blood trickling down your ass crack. “Please tell me you’re almost there, please…” sniffling, you look up at your husband, the man taking your virginity in the name of ‘marriage.’ A mirror shatters in the back of your mind.

There was a flush across his cheeks. Pupils blown wide and a small grin on his lips. He was enjoying this. Your pain, your tears and perhaps even your fear – he was enjoying this.

It would have been better if he didn’t feel anything, you think. Just a stone statue that was performing its task. But even monsters had emotions, you guess.

“I’m not. Just endure it for a bit longer – I’ll stop once I’m at the hilt.” Was he a liar in the novel? You think he was, otherwise, the overtaking of the Argece family wouldn’t have happened. Lant wouldn't be dead. But things haven’t followed the novel to a T – this was proof enough.

“You’ll stop? Like, completely? You – you took my virginity, so that should be enough. Right?”

You hate it when he keeps wiping your tears away. Or when he slides in even more, your blood coating his stupid dick. You hate it when he brings one hand to toy with your clit, granting you pleasure that was just overthrown by the smothering pain traveling up to your belly.

He doesn’t answer. And that was enough for you to rake your nails down the back of neck, drawing blood in return. He’s making you bleed, so it was only fair if you could too, right?

Deeper and deeper until his balls rest against your bottom and pelvic meeting yours. Surprisingly, your husband keeps his word, letting you adjust to the new feeling. It feels heavy. It feels like a heartbeat, like a rod that was stuck. It felt awful.

How long did it take you to get used to it, in the past? No longer than fifteen minutes max, right? No, shorter than that. Then again, it didn’t hurt this much, but that partner was more loving, more caring, gentler –

“Who are you thinking about?”

The question breaks you out of your daze. You blink, once, before you question him back. He only glares in response.

Panic fills you when he pulls out, pain still there, blood still trickling down. “Wait, you’re – “

“I’m what?” he pulls out until only the head remained inside. You try your best to ignore the bruising grip he has on your hips. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. If you survive this, anyway.

God, if you’re listening, please let this night end peacefully.

“B-big. It’s going to hurt, please don’t…” dragging your hands down from his neck to his chest, your fingers dig into his shirt.

“Hm. A shame, really; you still must give birth, eventually. It’s better to get used to it now than later.” Your mind doesn’t catch up with your body, legs tensing when he slides oh so carefully back in, like he didn’t just push your worries aside like nothing. “Relax.”

“Dion,” hiccupping, you brace yourself, head nuzzling into his chest as your hold on his shirt tightens. When he pulls back out, you could feel every detail, every vein trail, his grith truly opening you. He graces you a mercy, going at a languid pace, minimizing the pain. His thumb never stopped rubbing your clit, either.

It goes like that, for a good while. Slow and steady, your hushed sobs dying on your lips, your husband careful with his thrusts, but not his grip. It was almost comforting, in a way. But you were still scared of him, and of what will happen after this.

“… I have a proposition.”

His hips stop and your ears perk up.

“You want me to stop, correct?” Dion pulls back until he’s on his heels, his cock dragging along your walls. You wince before breathing out. He doesn’t even try to hide the sadistic look in his eye as he sees the dried tear streaks on your cheeks. He almost grins in glee.

“Y-yes…” You don’t let go of his shirt. “Why…?” there’s hope inside you, but dread starts to rot it away.

“Jerk it.”

“…what?”

He was different from the novel. Extremely so, because you doubt that Dion would suggest a thing, much less give you a choice in the matter. That Dion would have either ignored you and this night or take you as is, no mercy, no humanity granted if this took place at the beginning at the novel.

When he doesn’t repeat himself, you pull yourself up until you’re resting on your knees. The sight of blood both on his cock and the sheets make you gag and thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it. Hesitantly, you take him into your hands, fingers barely able to close around it.

It throbs in your hand.

Your blood is coating your hands now, too.

Only silence is between you, your hands working him. Your thumb swipes over his head, circling it before stroking his dick up and down. Your other hand plays with his balls, massaging them. You’re not sure how long it would take him to finish.

Your core throbs in pain, and you become worried over the thought of peeing. It would probably hurt.

You want to sleep.

Without giving it much thought, just like your husband, you spit on it, a glob of saliva falling onto the staff. It throbs harder. And when you look at him, tired eyes and drool still dripping down from your tongue, still jerking him off –

“…Ngh…”

It’s almost cute, the way sperm spurts out and makes a mess on your hands. The very small and fleeting look of embarrassment on his feature is almost enough to comfort you. But when there’s barely a sheen of sweat adoring his forehead, unlike you was still recovering, you’re reminded that your husband was different from you.

There are no kisses, no sweet nothings shared between lovers. No stroking your hair or comforting your trembling form as your legs shake. Or even an offer to warm a bath for you, the warm water soothing your body. There’s none of that.

Not even a smile.

“Welcome to the Argece family, wife.”

Instead, all that awaits you is a restless sleep on a bloodied mattress with a husband who left after cleaning himself up.

Which God despises you so much and why?

[lynxxpoint]

Forgive me, for I am sinning again. I read Roxanna a while back, and honestly I cannot get over Dion. Couldn’t find enough stuff with him, so I drabbled one myself this morning.

Warning: definitely NSFW and a little sadistic (it’s Dion, we expect nothing less). Minors Do Not Interact.

“Dion, wait - hng - I can’t-”

You teared up, your dark lashes becoming damp and your vision hazy. The intense stimulation was too much. You wanted him to pause for a moment, to allow some reprieve so that you could catch your breath, but it seemed as though your pleas for mercy only excited him as his movements grew fiercer.

He fucked you as if his life depended on it. Each thrust penetrated you deeply, reaching all of your sensitive spots and making your toes curl. It felt amazing, but it was also overwhelming.

Dion’s hand stealthily slid up from your thighs to your waist, before reaching to your backside and lifting your hips with ease. Your eyes widened as you realized what his intentions were. One of your hands shot out to push against his chest in protest. “Wait-!”

The objection died on your tongue as he gave a particularly harsh trust, burying himself inside of you until his pubic bone was flush against yours. A mixture of a whimper and moan escaped your lips, your nails dug into the firm flesh of his pectoral. He barely even registered the pain, but he paused for a moment, ceasing his movements while keeping you stuffed full of him.

Dion’s red eyes flicked to your face, his breath coarse and heavy as he watched some saliva dribbled down your chin. You stared up at him, your eyes unfocused. Your tried to speak, probably an attempt to scold him, but your words came out as nonsensical gibberish. He couldn’t help the smug smirk that tugged at his lips.

How good it felt to see you powerless beneath him.

Dion leaned down, pausing briefly when his face was mere inches from yours so that he could ask, “you can take it, can’t you?” He cooed with encouragement, an undertone of mockery tainting his voice. You stared up at him, your eyes silently answering ‘no’. He nearly chuckled, his inner sadist satisfied, before he added, “For me?”

You hesitantly nodded, not wanting to disappoint your lover. Dion hummed in approval, pulling back slightly before giving another powerful thrust. Your entire body tensed, your back involuntarily arching as you exhaled a coquettish groan.

“Good girl,”he praised as he leaning in further, licking up your chin where the trail of your own spit resided before capturing your lips with his, purposefully silencing you from being able to protest any further as he continued to violate every part of you.

[d10nsaint]

REWRITE THE STARS

Paring; Dion agriche x reader

I’d like to say this is sort of a 700 special, but I guess im pretty late. Special thanks to @acuriousmoon for not only drafting this, but always helping me get into the writing spirit when I help her with her works. Shes truly amazing, and i dont think i’d be able to progress without her.

The sounds of the flapping of the butterflies’ wings was extremely loud— the sound of thousands of poisonous butterflies echoed through the halls, along with the sudden ‘oong’ sound of the magic circle.

You’d frozen dead in your tracks. One second you’d been standing behind Dion while walking with Lant and Roxana, and the next, Lant had been coughing up blood while suffering in a magic circle while Roxana sat atop a gorgeous throne that only Lant sat on.

You felt a presence cling onto your cloak, tiny hands shaking and face hiding into your clothes.

Lant Agriche was a very simple and clear man—he believed in in the foreign concept of, ‘to kill or to be killed,’ and he lived by cruel terms; ‘Affection was a weakness’, as, ‘there is no need for it either’.All he wanted was the money and power there was to wield instead.

That very high and noble man was wheezing on the floor, screaming at Roxana and His son.

His son.

Your husband. The man who had given you the child that was clinging to you, afraid of what his father would do.Even you didnt know what he was going to do.

“Kill…her..”, Lant was coughing up blood after screaming so much, his eyes traveling to Dion. Your entire body shook. What would he do?You turned to Roxana, who watched Dion with amusement. Who would he choose? His wife and son, or His father?

“Erm..Dion, honey, come here.” You swallowed a lump in your throat with every pause. What if he decided he didnt need you anymore? What about your son?

“Dion, darling, please.” Contrary to your poker face earlier,you had shown your concern on your face.

He just stared at you, motionless. But instead of helping the head of Agriche who was angrily bawling for his help and sheathing his sword, he slowly walked across the hall towards you and your son. He ignored his father’s outcries as his gloved hand grabbed yours, placing a small kiss on the gloved dorsal side of your hand,His gaze and expression remained cold, but his words sent warmth down your spine.

“I am at your mercy.”

How an outsider as warm as you had the eldest son of the Agriche household wrapped around her finger point that he remained loyal is far beyond anyone’s comprehension, including Roxana’s.

[liviavanrouge]

Twst x Manhwa AU: New World

Livia: Ugh, I can't wait to go home!

Minako: Hah! I can tell!

Livia: Mina...the mirror

Minako: *Perks up* NOT AGAIN!!

Livia: *Flaps her wings, and grabs Minako yelping when the mirror sucked them both in*

Crowley: Oh dear...

Malleus and Lilia: *Looks sharply at Crowley, their eyes glowing* YOU

~~~~~

Livia: *Screams, falling out of the air, her eyes wide when she found her animal features gone*

???: *Gasps as she crashed into him* WOAH!

Livia: Ouch...that is gonna hurt like hell...

???: Are you alright?

Livia: *Opens her eyes finding a blond haired male with green eyes staring at her* H-Huh...who are you?

???: *Blinks in surprise* Prince Isis of the Elmir Kingdom

Livia: *Blinks still confused*

Isis: *Stares at her now concerned*

~~~~~

Minako: *Looks around, finding herself in some creepy woods* Livia!? Liv!? FIREFLY!??

???: *Holds their sword to her throat*

Minako: *Whips around and kicks the figure right in their chest pushing them back*

???: A fighter, I see...

Minako: Hah, did you expect an easy target?

???: Not at all, but remember the name Dion Agriche when you die

Minako: *Grins* Fuck you.

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @teddymochi

[honestly-oceanie]

“Meet Me At Midnight”

Warnings(mention): Violence & murder (indirect), blood, sexual  themes, “Dion Agriche”

《Dion Agriche x reader》

{smut/thirst♤ | scenario▪︎imagine▪︎}

Imagine...

A random guy started flirting with you but you paid him no heed not even a glance. He obviously knew who you are, his next words goes to show and it infuriated you inside. “You should divorce your husband, he does not deserve a beauty like you at all.” You turn to glower at him but did not spare him a word instead you just walked away.

Unbeknownst to you, crimson eyes were glaring daggers from afar.

After the sun had set, the random guy had an unexpected visitor on his manor. And to say the visit turned bloody hell would be an understatement. The visitor did not stop until he was finally satisfied with his work of ‘art’.

When your beloved husband, Dion, finally came home clothes all bloody, you immediately rush to him. Although you knew none of the blood belonged to him you were still worried and you didn’t like the sight at all.

You stare at Dion with worry evident in your eyes, while he just stare back at you as if he’s piercing through your soul. Without saying anything, he pull you towards him by the back of your neck, shortly after your lips touched he started kissing you hungrily. After what seemed like forever he finally pulled away.

“Jump“ he said and you did. Wrapping your legs on his waist and your hands on his shoulder to keep stable, you started sucking and placing hickies on his neck whilst he lead you both to bed.

After laying you on the bed, he look down on you beneath him. You were wearing your simple nightwear and yet you just look so enticing and enchanting right now. Without second thoughts he rip your nightwear apart giving him the full view of you. Even though his hands were still covered from his last victim’s blood, he did not care he inserted his fingers inside of you nice and slowly at first. Hearing no moans from you put a frown on his face, thus he roughly starts thrusting his bloody fingers in and out of yo, because of the pace of his fingers you started moaning his name out “Dion, Dion, Dion.” 

Not daring to ask what had obviously transpired, you just indulge yourself in the pleasure your beloved husband could give you as he is almost always out for his missions sent by his father.

After you had given your release, Dion pulled his fingers out which are now covered with your cum and his last victim’s blood. After staring at it with satisfaction he turned to you with an indescribable emotion in his eyes. But despite that you still understood, as you’re the only one ever to understand him. 

He placed both of his arms on either side of your head to support his weight and avoid crushing you. In the dark, he says “your eyes...are like midnight.” You knew what he meant. It was going to be a long night...maybe till sunrise.

A/N: can’t believe how I managed to keep a straight face while writing this so no one would be suspicious of what I’m doing😂  Gonna write a fluff later, back to procrastinating now.

Credits: @d10nsaint , you’re the reason why I even started liking this psychopath man😅. @forbidden-sunlight , for your message😊. Sorry this had to be my first fic, I accidentally click post instead of save draft I didn’t properly check😓. @dxmoness​ , my fav💗 I originally planned to make my regis series fic but you’re doing one right now so I’m gonna sit back and wait.

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Dion Agriche x fem! Reader.

Arranged marriage. Reader is reincarnated. Part of "Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead's Sister-in-Law!" Universe

Out of character Dion, Maria being weird and lowkey a creep, implied yandere/slight yandere themes, toxic relationship/marriage, Dion is so fucking out of character here lmao, implied obsession and forming possessive thoughts, implied stalking, implied jealousy from Dion, thoughts of murder, the Reader is lowkey enjoying Dion's physical appearance.

Suggestive, sexual fantasies, implied creampie(?), literally everything that's sexual is just a fantasy, sexually frustrated Dion.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the harmful and dangerous behaviors and actions that may take place in this piece of FICTION. Such actions should not be romanticized nor normalized as they are both extremely toxic and dangerous.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT REBLOG FANFICTION/FAN ART DNI. DO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

No tag list.

I had to edit the dni hahahaha

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I think Dion is the type of person who prefers affection over fear.

Yes, he's a sadist. Yes, he's a horrible person and maybe even a monster. Any and all types of relationship he may have - be it platonic, familial or romantic, will absolutely be toxic due to how he is as a person. He's traumatized which explains his actions and psyche but doesn't justify it. He doesn't even attempt to.

He's fine with it. He's used to it. It was how he was raised and what he had to become in order to survive in this family. Eventually it just became the norm before he stopped caring about nearly everything, sadistic tendencies that formed as maybe a means to cope.

To be honest, he's not sure how he would have turned out if he had a loving and healthy family. He doesn't even ponder it. After all, why mull over it when he doesn't even know how families are supposed to work?

So, he cut himself off mentally from anyone and everyone.

But then you showed up.

Granted, it was an arranged marriage. Neither of you wanted it and from your behavior and actions, you dreaded being his wife. Was it because of him? His family? Both?

Dion doesn't question it, at first. He just knows that you hate it and that you fear him. Maybe not hate him, he doesn't sense that from you. Doesn't see it in your eyes whenever he's forced to interact with you or whenever you try to play the part of being a wife.

His wife.

Not a loving wife nor a spiteful one. A fearful one, an act done out of obligation lest his father decides to dispose of you. And you have enough common sense to know it won't be painless, that it'll be inhumane and have you wishing you killed yourself before the engagement party.

But Dion doesn't care. Knowing Lant, he'll just force another wife on him, wanting to shape his favorite son into another him, a younger him. He has the looks, just not the personality.

But he's not as cruel as him and you take notice of this. Of course, it's a very slow process. You stay in his presence for a few seconds longer, especially after dinner. Usually, in the beginning, you would take off immediately, excusing yourself, saying that you needed to tend to one thing or other. Obviously it was a lie but he didn't care.

You just needed to produce an heir.

"Make sure she enjoys it - it'll help with speeding up the process." His mother told him out of the blue one day, a smile on her face as her colorful parasol shields her from the sun.

He doesn't know what to say at first - this was the reason she called him out here, right after he just returned from a mission? To be told, by his own mother, to make sure his wife, you, enjoys sexual intercourse? Does it even matter if you do or don't? It's not like the either of you have a choice in the matter.

It was an obligation. A duty as a husband and a wife. Lant wanted Dion married, to have a child, preferably a son, and as Lant's child, he needed to do so. He was trained to listen and obey his father.

When Maria hears no answer, she looks at him curiously.

"Oh my... I've never seen that look on your face in quite some time..."

"... What do you mean, mother?"

What expression was he wearing?

"Hm... Nothing," she answers, smiling so innocently he could almost forget her fucked up personality. Not that he would comment on it.

"Regardless, make sure she enjoys it - it'll have her seeking you out for more. And the more you do it, the faster you'll have a child. Oh, we already performed a fertility test on the girl. She's... Extremely fertile."

Supposedly, she mentally adds.

Should he thank her? Question her? Get annoyed or feel grateful? He's not sure.

Then, he realized something -

Aside from your wedding night, he's never made a move to sleep with you.

No, rather, the most he would do is sleep in the same bed, with his back turned towards you. Maybe a brush of the shoulders if he ran into you at the hallway. Or a graze of the fingers if you handed him something - never nothing more, nothing less.

The conversation has him thinking.

He's never spared you more than a seconds glance - or at least, he thought so.

When he returns to his - your - room later that night, you're already in your nightgown reading a book. On your side of the bed, the lamp lit, your attention is drawn to him once he shuts the door. Strange. He doesn't even remember walking here.

Actually, everything became a blur after his conversation with Maria.

"Oh," you say, "you're back."

He doesn't reply. Doesn't say anything, really, only taking in the sight of you.

Hair loose, nightgown a pretty pastel pink, you look almost at home. There's still a small look of fear in those eyes of yours. You're still jumpy when instead of talking he walks over to you, stopping just an inch shy of the bed.

He knows he's imposing, a giant compares to you - you remind him of a rabbit. A cute, defenseless rabbit.

But rabbits have sex like there's no tomorrow. You don't even hold his hand.

No.

He doesn't hold your hand.

Hm. A rabbit.

How affectionate are they?

Less then you? More than you?

When his eyes travel downwards to your cleavage that peeks through the collar of your gown, he realizes he's a hungry wolf.

Strange.

He's never lusted after you.

Your skin is too bare - not enough marks. Your neck also looks so easy to strangle. What type of expression would you make if he were to wrap his hands around that neck of yours?

He's heard that some are into it. Are you?

Your lips also look lonely. And cold. Colder than his?

His attention drifts to your hands. So small compared to his. Your wrists, too. He could easily hold both in one hand, while the other could grip your waist. Or maybe your chin, if he was feeling romantic.

No.

This isn't like him.

Dion shakes his head before leaving you, walking towards the closet as he strips himself down, getting ready for bed.

It's only when he lays down does he realize he was unable to meet your eyes.

Maybe he didn't want to see the curiosity. Or the fear. Or maybe he was holding back the urge to make them full of tears, or have them full of lust as you look up at him, chest heaving and hair a mess, lips kiss swollen as he marks up your neck. He didn't finish inside on your wedding night - should he tonight? Would your cunt gape as you catch your breath, his seed leaking out and making a mess on his bed? Would you ask for more? Would he give you more?

When he takes off his shirt, the frabic almost rips from his rough treatment. He refuses to look or talk to you for the rest of the night.

Everything returned to normal after that. You didn't ask questions, rather, you looked relieved he didn't do anything. And there's a small part of him that hates it.

As a matter of fact, he's starting to hate everything about you. Your presence is becoming a thorn in his side, useless and worthless. But he wants you to look his way all the same - he's always looking for you without your knowledge, or anyone else's. He refuses to acknowledge it, at first. It's just a coincidence, it happens by chance. He's a man with no need for affection, companionship, his goal to make Roxanna cry, not to pin after you, a stranger he was forced to marry.

Pinning wasn't in his dictionary.

But he starts to notice things about you that he never did before.

You liked pretty things, even if they were... Dangerous. Roxanna was a perfect example - with golden, soft wavy hair and ruby eyes that held both innocence and contempt, you looked on in awe whenever his sister would appear. But you kept your distance, knowing that no-one in this family could be trusted. Him included.

But it didn't stop you from interacting with her, despite your cautious behavior. Roxanna was never anything but nice to you. Maybe she pitted you and maybe she even planned on freeing you, if the opportunity arises.

The thought makes him upset.

But he also notices how you sneak glances at him, especially whenever his arms are showing. You prefer it when his sleeves are rolled up, showing off the muscle while teasing the rest. He does it to tease you sometimes, a habit that's out of character for him. But the fact you find him attractive eases some of this... Growing obsession with you.

You also liked the garden, spending most of your time in the hidden corners. You would sketch the butterflies, the flowers, research them and anything else they had in the library. That was another of your favorite spots. Also hidden in a corner, you would read romance stories if you weren't interested in a new plant you discovered.

Most of them was happy, fluffly with cliches you could see from miles away - he didn't even know they had those types of books. Someone probably snucked them in behind Lant's back and managed to keep them in the library. Then again, Lant was never one to visit it.

Barely anyone did.

You also liked sweets. The food in general, actually. You weren't a picky eater, and honestly, you only felt somewhat comfortable if it was only Dion or Roxanna in the dining room with you. Roxanna because she was nice to you, didn't threaten you.

And him because he left you alone. But again, you would still sneak a glance here and there and he would too, but was more subtle about it. You never noticed.

But that's all. He didn't speak to you on a regular basis.

But that started to change, without him realizing.

"I've notice your interest in the Foxgloves. It can be used in the medicine field but that doesn't mean you can eat them. " he doesn't know why he attempted to start a conversation, especially so late at night.

He also doesn't know why he can't turn around and face you, undressing himself as well.

He's seen you undress before, even seen you take a bath (in which you hid your chest with your arms the first time, despite the bubbles covering it. But the longer you were married the less guarded you became in terms of nudity - after all, he never made a move. But you didn't try to seduce him either, didn't wear the lingerie you were given by his own mother as a wedding gift. And truthfully, he'd rather you not, the fact that she was the one who had gifted it to you made his skin crawl. No, he'd rather you choose a pair by yourself or even asked him what he would like to see you in).

There's a pause before he resumes.

"However, one of my brothers is working on making an edible version... For what reason, I don't know."

Why is he even talking to you?

His ears perk when you reply and he doesn't know why. It makes him uncomfortable.

"Oh... I see. I mean, I have been wondering how they taste for a while now... Not that I would eat them, of course." You sounded awkward, stiff. Which makes sense, as your husband barely interacts with you. But you don't sound scared.

He's disgusted with himself once he realizes that he feels relieved by it.

Your nights continue on like that.

And he started to become desperate to hear your voice. He lied to himself, of course - this wasn't possible. This had to end. But it never did.

Small conversations he would start, short, brief and straight to the point. But you never ignored them, ignored him. Because you were his wife and as his wife, it was your duty to listen to him. Talk to him if he so wished for it. Or stay in the background if he commanded you to.

Then, one day, you started the conversation first.

"Would you like a bath?"

By now, it was routine to help him undress, taking his jacket or shirt and put it in the hamper. Attempt to carry his heavy sword only to struggle with placing it on its stand. Or bringing him a rag to wipe his face with.

Doing things that a servant should have.

He hates how he likes it. Your attention on him, caring for him, even if it was out of obligation. Fuck, he hates you so much. He should... Kill you.

Yes.

If you were out of the picture, then everything would return to normal. He glances at his sword resting on its stand. But then he focuses on undoing his pants.

"... Have you bathed?"

Of course you did - you're already in your night wear. Your hair was still slightly damp and out of the corner of his eye, he could see your maid look at him with both caution and curiosity.

And you did the same.

You don't react negatively.

"Ah... I did... But..." You meekly looked to the side, weighing whatever you're about to say.

"But what?" He knew what you were going to say before you could get the words out. It was obvious. However, he just hoped his true motive (as idiotic as it was - you were his wife, he didn't need your permission to see you naked be it for sexual reasons or otherwise. But he didn't want to force you and it makes him feel sick - he shouldn't care, in all honesty. He was trained not to, so why did he) wasn't as obvious.

But you weren't stupid. And he liked that about you.

... He should really, really kill you, and soon.

But... He supposes he could think about this later.

"If... If you wish, I could help."

If this was in the beginning of your marriage you would have apologized immediately for assuming he wanted anything to begin with. Instead, you seem meek, shy even. Maybe your cheeks were heating up.

You've seen him naked before, but never touched him. And he's never touched you since the wedding.

"... I'm sore, today."

What a stupid excuse. A stupid sentence. This wasn't like him, it was stupid. What was wrong with him? Was he a school boy? Was he an idiot? He was Dion Agriche, a man with no interest, a -

He can't help but enjoy the way your nails scratch his scalp as you wash his hair. Or how gently you wash his back and he hate it. He hates you. He despises you, especially when you look him like that, especially when you treat him so gently. He doesn't need affection.

There was no use nor need for it.

But when your thumbs dig into a sore spot between his shoulder blades, just this once, he falls into temptation for something so useless.

Yes.

He'll think of a way to kill you tomorrow. Since you've been so nice to him, maybe he'll make it painless, as a thanks.

He doesn't need you in his life.

You make him soft.

[mysticmeena]

( PART 3!!! i'll admit it's more of a filler chapter with just wedding night details happening. since i cannot write smut to save my life, the content is more indirect rather than explicit. as always, it's unedited so pls ignore my typos and incorrect grammar. hope you enjoy it tho! )

it's universal knowledge that wedding night should be a couple's highlight of their marriage, their union, or luckily enough, their love for each other. it simply meant the couple had finally intimately bonded with each other. and it was usually witnessed by the couple's family, friends, or even their neighbors back then. though that certain tradition has been out of practice nowadays which did soothe your nerves a bit.

if you haven't witnessed your husband killing someone in front of you, perhaps it would've been easier to settle the anxiety knotting in your stomach. those cold crimson eyes, the bloodied sword, and the fear trapping you in one place had certainly given you a lesson to learn and a harsh wake of reality. in which you believed that reliving this life must be been some sort of fantasy and that you truly had gone crazy. but it's not and you really are here.

at the agriche mansion once again. in your personal bathroom, taking a much needed bath before you're escorted to dion's room. after the unannounced beheading, the dark-haired man only dragged you away from the mess and to the personal quarters where he and you will be residing. you had known the nooks and hallways so at least you won't get lost again. but the tightening hold on your wrist had you more concentrated on the pain rather than the gloomy scenery. and your husband, ever so kindly, didn't slow down his walking either before shoving to an open door where the maids were waiting for you.

it's more of a nightmare rather than a dream, you thought to yourself as you leaned your head on the back of the bathtub railings, eyes closed. perhaps you were still slumbering, unwilling to wake up? but then what? will you not wake up in your life again? failing to take your own life even? you would be back in your past life, constantly humiliated and your precious child gone...

quiet footsteps making your way quickly opened your eyes only to see your personal maid along with the two agriche maids trembling slightly before you. the young master believes you were taking too long, one of the maids explained as the others helped you out of the tub and into your attire. which now looked utterly ridiculous as you warily eyed the small piece of fabric. you could only scream at your past self for doing this to you. take that away, you shooed the outfit with a heavy sigh, i might as well wear the robe since clothing will be taken off anyway.

despite their initial protests you, you let the agriche servants out and kept your personal maid, iristyia, with you. all she had to do is make sure you look...desirable, you suppose with the scents, make up and all of that. at very least, you know iristyia wouldn't betray you since you both need up together. in fact, it was her who shared your pain and grief when the mistress appeared. and she was undoubtedly loyal in your last life till she was killed by the agriche monsters. you'll protect her this time. just before you left you whispered something to her and despite the shock on her face, she dutifully agreed. with that, you walked through the doors and stepped into the bedroom.

wedding night is unavoidable, you knew that. it's just that...you hoped it went quickly as possible. at least, you know what to do now as you head straight to the table and sat down on the chair. there was some wine on the table and you hoped to the higher beings it was enough that you would only remember this night as hazy as possible. you have not even glance at dion who has been eyeing you with a predatory graze since you walked into the room. you knew better than to talk right now.

in fact, you decided to take the scenery before you. the beams of moonlight had somehow made it's way in the candlelit room. the open balcony doors let the warm breeze in, gently swaying in the curtains. the rose petals on the bed, where your husband sat, were illuminated by the candles nearby. it was almost romantic the way the room was set in the mood. however, you knew better than to believe that.

so you went to drink instead. one glass filled, the second one filled once more, and then another and another and another until the bottle was nearly empty. till you felt yourself half drunk. your alcohol tolerance wasn't the strongest but it wasn't the weakest at least. and that's good enough for you.

let's get this over with, you mumbled and sauntered, albeit clumsy, up to dion who hadn't even moved from his initial spot in the bed. taking his face into your hands, your lips crashes onto his pale ones. it was just as you remembered it. despite not being with anyone before, he had much experience in this. before you were so shy and nervous, but whatever your lovesick mind created, you were led to believe it was dion who liked you in this way.

littering your neck with aggressive kisses, you know there were gonna be hickies and bruises. fiddling with the robe belt as dion was unable to take out the knot, his only solution was to rip up the robe as he hungrily took in your bare body. as he flipped you beneath him, you could tightening in his pants as it made itself known on your thighs. oh. you forgot to take note of dion's... stamina. quick as you wanted this to be over with, he had other plans it seems as he hastily took off his last piece of clothing.

and those plans took hours as you were certain it was past midnight. your body tired but he never stopped to give you rest. he was always the type to please himself, you thought to yourself as you held on to him. your throat was sore enough from the noises you made before so now you were reduced to the lewd moans and the sharp intakes of gasps that were let out. your poor legs wrapped around dion's waist he kept pounding you relentlessly, you were certain you wouldn't be able to walk properly tomorrow. and your arms holding on to his broad shoulders, to which your delight, you were able to scratch hard enough for him to bleed. petty it was but it gave you enough satisfaction that you made him bleed.

and just when dion thought he finally satisfied himself for the night, you pushed him down and settled right on top of him much to his shock. as you kept moving up and down despite your exhausted state, you found it to be worth it as you kept riding him. perhaps you were too tired to hold it back but you couldn't help but let the tears overflow as you reach closer to your final high. in his sick satisfaction, he reached to place his thumb over your cheek to wipe the tear away. but instead of wiping it, he licked it instead much to your disgust. your tears weren't even worth for him.

just before you could feel the knot come undone for you and him, you cupped his cheek with one hand while supporting yourself with the other hand. your glassy eyes meeting his intrigued crimson ones.

husband, you murmured leaning down for either pair of lips brushing against each other, let this be a reminder that i will never let you go. you'll forever stay within my grasp, unable to escape me.

[d10nsaint]

dion agriche thoughts (･ω<)☆ @dion-s-lawyer !!

dion whos just so desperate for love and attention— causing him to do anything to receive it. All he wants is for someone to not look at him like an object—for someone to hold his hand without trying to kill him, or pat his head just for fun, without trying to hurt him. Dion, who’d hurt anybody who tried to hurt you—The person who opened his shell up and welcomed him into the warmth of the world, the way his mother should have.

And he’d want that all to himself.

He would lock you up in the room of hallucinations whenever you tried to defy him and tie you down to his bed whenever he goes out <3

[aweirdsimp]

Hey everyone on this app! I just want to introduce myself. So, I am kind of new on here </3. And wants to start writing but idk how yet lol. So, I take request on discord so if you want to add me there or just do the normal way.

just a local simp 🥹

Introduction:

Name: Celestria or Celeste or Cece

Age: 15

Sexuality: Lesbian/Sometime Bi-curious (for fictional man)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: They/She

I am kind of shy and love to write and be in my own space without getting rudely yelled at or random loud noise happen. Since loud noise can cause me the worst panic attack since, I have childhood trauma getting involved with loud noises. And also, I sadly have very sensitive ears. :'D

Things I will write

Fluff

Angst

Siblings fighting

Yanderes types

male x male or female x female

any gender reader

kinks teasing or just kinks

mommy/daddy issues

little bit of smut not fully

Things I don't write

Parents x child

hating on lgbtq

drug abuse

any abuse

Insect

People I currently simping for

Roxana Agriche

Jermey Agriche

Dion Agriche

Notes: I don't own any character or picture I use for my pfp n these posts I am making. Make sure to drink and eat and take care of yourself! <3

"Your beauty Never really scares me".

Edit One: English is not my first Native Tongue sorry guys </3. D:

[i-became-the-lady-of-the-blog]

I'm horny for Dion Agriche and I may have read a smut of him with Roxana

Well shet

Bruhhh

I’ve been in asoiaf fandom since I’m 15 and I’m a Jonerys shipper. Dion and Roxana ship is like “hmm whatever I’ve seen more morally fucked your things”

Here have a panel of him

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Dion Ageriche/Argece

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

✭- dark content/yandere

♡- fluff

♥︎- nsfw

❥- suggestive

♢- angst

✽- crack

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➳Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead's Sister-in-Law!: 1 2 3 4 ✭♥︎

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Just wanted to write something real quick to distract myself from the extra double charge word document did to me. Switching to google docs after I move my shit.

Part of arranged marriage au I'll add the link to the series list here later.

Yan! Dion x fem! Reader

He's out of character here so fucking bad lmao but I couldn't get it out of my head.

Warnings: implied future murder, Yan themes here and there, obsessive and possessive behaviors, promises of violence, one sided love

Warnings #2: breeding (not really a kink here but servant thinks so), unprotected sex, creampie(s), mentioned of multiple rounds, slight choking, reader takes it from the back, he bites the reader and draws blood, servant guy watches not because he wants to but because he was kinda tricked and did not enjoy it.

I don't condone harmful actions and thoughts.

Minors/blank blogs/blogs that don't reblog fandom stuff dni

Written on mobile after a long talk with customer support for Microsoft that barely helped please help me before I pull my hair out. I am not having a good time.

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Once, there was a servant who quietly pin after you.

You were like a goddess to him - so vastly different from the rest of ladies and masters he's served. You were like a lost rabbit on your arrival, force smiles and light giggles, uncomfortable yet adaptable.

You barely made the mark, though.

Not that it matters- you were the sun in this clouded, polluted mess known as a 'family.' You stayed away from the means ones and kept the 'nice' ones at arms length.

You even treated Dion that way. And he treated you the same.

Didn't look your way often, or made requests to bring you to his room. As a matter of fact, he barely left his room if there were no activities he needed to partake in.

And the servant barely, if ever, sees you step out of your room too. But whenever he did catch you outside, you were in the library or having an occasional tea with either Roxana or Sierra and Maria. Whenever you were with the latter two, however, your smiles were tight and replys formal. Understandable, since Maria wasn't known for her kindness, exactly.

With Roxana, however, you would smile sweetly at times and at others you would avoid her gaze. But your admiration of her was clear as day - bright eyes and beaming smiles as you held in dreamy sighs.

There were also times you would run into Jeremy. Neither cold nor warm, the young master would tilt his head in confusion whenever you left. Why, he wonders. Did you baffle him with your personality? With how you were still sane despite living in this hellhole, married to the most brutal of all siblings, who's obsession with his younger half-sister is questionable at best.

But... Lately he hasn't been hovering over her like flies to honey lately. Must be a coincidence.

He didn't even visit your room!

Hana was the one who was appointed to serve you. He would try to sneak in a question about you here and there but her lips stayed shut. If anything, she looked at him like he was a crazed man.

After all, why is asking about a married woman? Whose husband is one of the masters, no less. It was unprofessional and dangerous.

He knew he was acting out of line but you were just so sweet compared to everyone else. You held small and short conversations with him but never mocked or ordered him around like a mindless zombie. You didn't play mind games, you were gentle with your words and occasionally laughed at his horrible jokes.

You were patient. Understanding, forgiving over the little things. Even the few times you saw lady Roxana's toy, you only offered smiles and held very brief conversations if no one of importance was around. If the servants weren't snitches. Like him, turning a blind eye because it was you.

It was risky and idiotic in hindsight. But temptation was one hell of a drug. But addictions eventually bites you in the ass as he would find out one sunny morning.

He was assigned to help you with preparations for teatime with your mother-in-law - the energetic demon known as Maria Argece.

He kept his mouth shut to not offend her, especially since she had taken a liking to you. Her eyes would beam with amusement and awe at the sight of you, possibly because you were the exact opposite of her son. The daughter she always wanted.

"Thank you for helping." You tell him, dark circles under your eyes. He bites back a frown - the sight was unslightly and a sign of poor sleep. Poor sleep means you could come down sick or even pass out if its severe enough.

He wants to tell you this but doesn't - not when lady Maria is standing right behind you, giggling as she prepares the tea cakes for you and lady Sierra.

His head would roll of his shoulders in an instant.

Still, he stayed as he was ordered to, and took a glance at you here and there. Fast enough for not anyone to notice, but long enough to admire your features. But your choice in clothing didn't make sense today.

Your neck was covered along despite it being hot day - and you don't usually wear the same types of dresses as your mother-in-law during this type of weather. Nothing as 'revealing' as lady Roxana but nothing as closed as Lady Maria.

Strange, he thought. But who was he to question your attire? You looked pretty in anything.

But the longer the tea party went on, the more and more hot holes were being stared into his back. With murderous intent no less - maybe it was someone jealous he got to spend time with you. Or one of the siblings who wanted to 'play' with him. Regardless, it made his skin burn as sweat drips down his face and neck. He tries to ignore, at first.

The first time the sensation stopped, he relaxed. Whoever it was had left, probably busy with one thing or another. But it kept coming back.

They kept coming back.

That same very day, he was told to follow another servant. It was blur.

One moment be was standing outside of Master Dion's door, and the next he was pushed by accident and fell, somehow opening the doors.

That's when he saw it.

Ass up in the air as your face was buried into the pillow, being taken by your husband. Sweat running down his back, red lines scratched into his skin. Even his arms had smaller ones.

The servant could see from the door just how damp his master's hair was - your drool soaked into the pillow as you bit it, muffling your moans. Cum was dripping from your cunt yet your husband just kept going.

Like he was a beast.

Slow strokes of his hips like he was taking your comfort into account, his toned arms caging you against the bed. His fists threatening to rip the sheets near your head as your own hands were under neath the pillow.

Your moans were muffled by the pillow and your husband was quiet save for the heavy panting and occasional degrading or teasing remarks directed at you. Those remarks only made your ass wiggle against him and whines that couldn't be properly heard ripped from your throat.

Like you were enjoying it.

Then, he sees the marks engraved onto your skin.

Bite marks and love bites that marred nearly your entire neck - even your shoulders weren't safe. The servant watches as Dion lowers his head to lick up a stripe on your neck, tasting the salty skin.

Then, he sneaks a hand to your front to gently choke you, bringing your head up. Tears streaming down your face the servant assumes that you're being forced into this -

"D-Dion, you're gonna break me, fuck!" You choke out, quivering as he nibbles your ear. "S-seriously, fu-fuck! I-I-I'm tired of w-wearing those clothes a-a-and not getting sleep!"

"It's fine," Dion raps out, hair falling over his eyes. "You can handle one more round, can't you?" The servant has never seen Dion desperate or tired yet here he is, exhaustion clear on his face and in his voice yet he refuses to stop fucking you and breed you like an animal.

Almost like he cant stop.

"No, no y-you always say that!" You argue back, and the servant sees your eyed roll to the back of your head as your husband angles his hips just right.

The hand that was holding your neck travels down your front until Dion's hand starts rubbing something he can't see. And then, with a squeal and hips stuttering, he sees you cum, squirting onto the sheets, dirting them further.

Your husband follows soon after, biting your shoulder until he draws blood, one last strong and deep stroke until he fills your cunt with his cum. The servant watches as he pulls out, the sticky white liquid following, dripping.

You become boneless, collapsing onto the mattress, worn out while dazed out of your mind.

Then, he freezes, blood turning cold.

His master locks eyes with him, murderous towards him and possessive over you, his wife.

The servant had thought the relationship between you two was distance. But he realizes something - Dion never left his room because he was breeding you or just spending time with you away from preying eyes just like his. And you? You never had a separate room to begin with.

Like swans, you two were mated for life. Obsession confused for love and naive little you just accepted it. Were you scared? Or did you genuinely wanted to be with the second worst sibling?

Dion Agerce.

He never got his answer.

Not when later that night he was dragged into the dungeon by the hair by Dion Agrece himself, no one around.

A sword was held against his eye rather than his throat.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"W-what?" The servant's blood turns cold as his eyes widen in fear. The look in his master's eyes is anything but indifference.

"I should gorge out your eyes before slicing off your head. Maybe I'll let you live for an hour or two after blinding you."

The servant realized something before Dion Agrece kept his promise -

The mad man was always obsessed with you. He was too caught up in you to notice.

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Dion with a very beautiful s/o?? Kind of like Cayena Hill beautiful. Everyone in their family immediately accepted her because of how beautiful and confident she is. She attracted attention everywhere she went because of her beauty!

>Lets say your parents were friends with Maria, and your mother had brought you with her to Agriche for one of Maria's tea parties. (Before Ashil's death.)

>Maria saw you, and you were almost sure you could see stars in her eyes.She started complimenting you for your beauty almost immediately.

>Of course, you couldn't attend Maria's tea party, so she had Dion show you around Agriche, as she wanted you to come over often and be comfortable.(At the time, you only saw Maria as a pretty socialite.)

>Dion shut you out and did the bare minimum of showing you around, then left you on your own.

>Fast forward a few months, and after talking to Dion a lot, you both became friends.Although he had weird hobbies (showing you knives, giving dead animals as gifts) he was a close friend of yours.

>Maria then saw how you both were close, and how could she give up such a pretty daughter-in-law?Your mother had almost instantly said yes to the marriage proposal, and had you live at Agriche.

>When you met lant, he only said, "she would make good children.Put her in classes with Roxana."

>And now, you were a 14 year old learning how to dominate a man!! wow!!

>Life was going smoothly: daily classes on how to have kids, learning how to handle gore, and training with dion was how you spent your days.

>You had only talked to Dion, only sparing a few words to roxana, who stared at you with awe in classes. (For context, when roxana was a kid, it was mentioned that she adored beautiful things.)

>Until..The incident.

>When ashil failed the special test, Lant had you follow Dion into the room with a mask on.

>In front of you, he had killed his own sibling.

You had learned how to handle gore, and had never spared a single word to Ashil, but you felt bad for Sierra when Ashil was killed; she looked so broken.Sad.

>Fast forward a few years, and you had everybody in the household fawning over you.

>When you were younger, it was "she's so cute!" now it's "shes so hot."

>You had won over every single sibling in Agriche, and even had the title , 'future duchess.'

>Meeting Fontaine was the worst thing that could have happened to you.He had flirted with you, and had even blushed when you sent him disgusted scorns about how dion was better than him.

>As the proud future lady of agriche, you had many followers, and had won the favor of all of Lants wives.

>Now, here is where you found out that Maria wasn't all dresses and tea.

>She had shown you a doll, while you struggled to keep a straight face.

>Dion still likes you quite alot, and loves touching you.He gives many gifts and dresses that he thinks will suit you.

>Handsome dangerous husband x sexy dangerous wife = Dion x you

>although you werent able to participate in monthly tests due to you not being a born Agriche, you still had a seat next to Lant due to how obedient of a child you were.

>And when agriche fell, you couldnt even imagine Dion not taking your side to run away.

>(recent chap spoilers) and Dion grew even more fond of you when you defended him from lant <3

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Dion Agriche hcs !! +nsfw

DION AGRICHE who comes home late from missions—and watches you sleep..?He finds how you look—defenseless, and innocent— cute.

DION AGRICHE who enjoys the sight of your tears (canon). The way your eyes scrunch up,your face retorts, the way you look up with puffy,cute eyes—thats more than enough to get him off.

DION AGRICHE who has a special knife just for you—just to cut your pretty,gorgeous skin.

DION AGRICHE who is very into blood play. The thought of you crying with a leash around your neck,your own blood splattering your hands,begging for some kind of relief-

DION AGRICHE who is very possessive,and uses that as an excuse to kill people who come in contact with you.

DION AGRICHE who loves scaring you,no matter how.The frightened look on your face gets him riled up—with your quivering lip and glassy eyes.

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Omg dion with a wife thats supper affectionate ( but has her evil moments 💀) and loving like he could breathe and she would be like “❤️😍😩👌🏾✨” i think it would be super cute he would just be there like 🧍🏻 do you think you could write something like that a lil suggestive too

-XoXo (love your writing btw❤️)

I have other requests but how could i not write my beloved dion first??lowercase intended. also tytytytyy <33

->He would quickly notice your behaviors towards him; i mean, you stare at him like he's a god or a high being, who wouldn't?

->He would love having someone so willing to love him and not try to make him 'nicer' or use him for his looks.

->So, he's very happy to have someone that loves him.

->Say that you both are taking a walk in the garden together, he would be walking next to you and watch you stare at him- no, admire him.

->And if you were both alone, he would listen to you spill endless praise for him, and even talk about the things that you loved about him that he didnt even know.

->You would also quickly notice when he gets slightly agitated.It isn't visible, but you notice when his father sends him a letter that tells him to go on a mission that he doesn't like.

->He loves how you read his mood and know when you could step in,and he loves how you soothe him with your thoughts on him, how elegantly he ate,how he lightly huffed when his mother talked bad about him, how his pee softly trickled in the toilet water this morning...

->With as much as i've said 'he loves', it's obvious he's whipped for you.I mean, you rejected men who could give you an environment that wouldn't deteriorate your mental state like how Agriche would, just because you love him.

->And how he'd listen to everything you say, even a light sigh wouldn't go unnoticed by him.You both basically really love eachother.

->No matter what, he would always do anything you ask.If you just lightly stuck to his arm, showed a little cleavage, and gave him some tears, he would quickly do what you want.And quickly get hard.

->Even if it's obvious that you love him no matter what, he would still have his little tear fetish.

->Even having teary eyes from dust would make him want to rip your clothes off.

->And he loves that your personality is reserved for him, too.

->You're not lovesick and mushy-brained around other people as you are around him, and he quickly noticed.

->God, he loves watching you shut people up with a few quick words while clinging to his side, grip tightening when something you dont like gets said.

->He also likes to show your body off to others-likes to make sure that everybody knows that nobody touches you like he does.

dion please im a good housewife pleaseplease