#with the violence & action & torture etc etc

[t-lostinworlds]

hmm, the other day i was contemplating how much angst i could put into this fic. now i'm wondering how graphic i should take the themes, violence, and gore in it.

[radfemsiren]

🤍A basic rundown of my beliefs as a radical feminist 🤍

(I don’t represent every radical feminist, but these are usually the standard opinions you’ll find of many radfems. Hate or disagree with them, that’s fine! But know the truth of who I am and what I stand for beforehand)

- there are 2 sexes, the male sex is oppressing the female sex

- femicide, rape, child sex abuse, hijab laws, female genital mutilation, domestic labor, trafficking, war crimes, revenge porn, prostitution… women and girls around the world are being exploited, tortured, and killed because of this oppression, and it must end.

- female oppression is sex based oppression, meaning a woman can’t just identify out of her oppression (for example hijab laws)

- sex is biological and an immutable truth, gender is a social construct

- gender should be done away with because gender roles are male supremacist and result in women and girls being stereotyped, dehumanized, barred from education, safety, bodily autonomy, etc.

- defining women with anything other than biology is misogynistic and relies on stereotypes

- the biological differences between men and women must be acknowledged in order to effectively end patriarchal oppression

- radical feminism is getting to the root of female oppression (radical -> root)

- misandry is not real and is just an extension of misogyny (for example, “men are told not to cry!” Yes because women are seen as inferior and any trait associated with us is seen as degrading/emasculating for men. This is why there is no female equivalent to emasculation.)

- all current religions are patriarchal and made by men to exploit and control women

- access to abortion is a human right and should never be threatened, women are the creators of life and deserve to gatekeep it, as well as exercise full autonomy over our own bodies

- Using sexist gender roles to define yourself is giving these misogynistic stereotypes power (wearing makeup or dresses doesn’t make anyone less or more of a woman, this is misogyny)

- the beauty industry is patriarchal and exploits women, our bodies and our money

- sex work is not work, it’s always exploitation (consent can not be bought)

- the porn industry is patriarchal and relies on trafficking, coercion, and rape to function. It also conditions its watchers to be aroused by violence against women, and results in more real life consequences for women and girls

- women’s spaces and institutions must be protected. Women’s safety is more important than catering to male feelings

- marriage is a patriarchal institution made to exploit the domestic labor of women for her entire life

- BDSM/kink are patriarchal and only center the pleasure and well being of men.

- hookup culture is patriarchal and the risk to reward is not worth it for women to engage in it

- gender ideology is patriarchal and is a direct hindrance to female liberation (we can’t define ourselves or our oppressors, we can’t create spaces away from our oppressors, we can’t create laws and policy based on these definitions, people who are gender non conforming / have gender dysphoria are pressured to alter their bodies to conform to a rigid standard and become lifelong medical patients, etc)

- choice feminism and liberal feminism caters to conforming to patriarchal standards and institutions, and refuses to examine why women make choices under patriarchy

- women of color face oppression on the axis of our sex and race, men of color only face oppression on the axis of their race

- non white patriarchal institutions must be criticized: a mullah is just as dangerous to the liberation of women as a pastor is

- women should decenter the men in their lives just as men have done with women. That means prioritizing us! Engaging in women’s media, art, stories, fostering female communities and support networks, uplifting and empowering their sisters around the world

- being a radical feminist means consistently taking radical action, big or small, we all can do it! Go support a female artist, go donate menstrual products to a shelter, go tell off a man when you see him making a woman uncomfortable. We all can make a difference!

…My feminism focuses on criticism of Islam and middle eastern patriarchy, but there are radfems with many focuses/passions… some in eco feminism, some on uplifting Romani women, black women, neurodivergent women, women with disabilities, prostituted women… some are passionate about women’s sports, women’s art, women’s writing, women’s history, lesbian and bisexual women’s stories… everyone has their passion on here, so before you come to attack, just check out my blog and click around at the different profiles on this corner of the internet…. maybe we might not be the terrible witches you thought us to be. Or maybe we are, but witches are awesome so who cares lol

[indecisive-capricorn]

Headcanons to Dating Yandere Tom Riddle:

WARNINGS: MDNI! Yandere, stalking, implied dubcon, mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of breeding, mentions of wife, mentions of marriage, etc.

SUMMARY: A chance to experience what dating Tom Riddle is like, even when it's against your will to do just that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this headcanons leans more into dating Yandere Tom Riddle but technically, even without the yandere and dark part, he will do questionably dark things for his partner. I'm planning to make other headcanons that goes into details about that specific situation. For example, a "Headcanons to Dark Tom Riddle x Pregnant Wife Reader"

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: Before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

It doesn't matter where you come from, alright? Although it's important for Tom to have an excellent muggle free reputation, Tom has his ways to make sure any history you have with muggles are erased. No one knows your precise history because of it either, but according to their Dark Lord, you were a witch from a fine family in France. While that might have been true, what they didn't know was how you were actually a rebel and fought against him for a time until he kidnapped you.

You left him with no choice! He was infatuated with you due to your strength and infamous beauty. Tom kept on sending you gifts, invitations to balls even and attempted to bait you to become Dumbledore's spy in order to get closer to you. However, you rejected all his gifts and invitations, burning them into the fireplace as soon as they arrived.

You were intelligent enough to know about his plan, but as evil and cruel as Tom was, he was also a genius.

When Tom kidnapped you, you had screamed all the curses in the world at him, refusing for him to even touch you. However, it silenced down when you saw several death eaters pointing their wands to the necks of your little sister and other family members.

You were a rebel and if Tom tried to take you with the threat of hurting your family, he knew you would continue to reject him. After all, actions speak louder than words, and as the death eaters began to torture your family, you finally got on your knees and pleaded for him to stop. Tom was more than pleased with your actions, but to ensure that you will stay true to your promise, he demanded a kiss from you, which you reluctantly gave in the form of a peck on the lips.

Though Tom had spared your family, he will make sure you never see them again. One way or another, no matter how many times you plead and beg to see them, he will rip you away from your family for the sole reason so that your focus would not waver from him. Yeah, he's that possessive of you.

Speaking of being possessive, Tom from the beginning of the relationship will always make sure you are covered in the finest silk and most rarest yet stunning jewellery. You might try to refuse them at first, but you don't quite get it. All of the fine dresses, luxurious clothes and expensive jewellery that he had picked out for you was also his way to tell others that you're his, that you're his possession. Try to refuse it and he will punish you.

There are various of punishments Tom can give you. It depends on what you have done that made him measure how severe the punishment should go, but it also depended on his mood. If Tom was only lightly jealous, he'll most likely just leave marks on you like hickeys and bruises. However, if Tom was severely jealous.. then prepare yourself. Tom had once fucked you in front of two of your old friends whom he had taken as prisoner as a way to humiliate you after you had tried to communicate with them in their cells. Just don't defy him, okay? It won't end up good for you.

Other than that though, Tom will take care of you. He feeds you well, pampers you and even shower you with affection from time to time, which you always try to refuse. Tom tries to spend some time with you whenever he has the time, even with the ongoing war. Tom doesn't usually allow you to be out of the manor, but with his company, he allows you to wander around the garden and as much as you hate his company, a bit of fresh air will certainly do you good after being stuck inside for a long time.

However, with all that, he expects you to do your duties as well. You both might not be married yet, but Tom already views you as his wife, the only thing lacking is a wedding ring between your fingers and a ceremony. It will happen sooner than later. But due to it, you became the lady of the manor is your job to make sure that everything was going well in your 'home', telling the servants on what they must do to keep the cleanliness of the house.

And oh, on that note, you're not able to ask for them to help you escape. You learnt that the hard way because the day after you had tried to ask them, all of their tongues had disappeared, unable to speak properly anymore.

Tom desires to flaunt you to the public after making your relationship with him 'official'. However, he will only start bringing you to balls after he was sure that you will behave and Tom might just make a potion to help with that. He considers it as one of the duties you have to perform as his partner. But oh my, you do look ravishing in that tight dress he picked out for you.

At times during the night, you found Tom rubbing your stomach, eyes full of desire, as he thought fondly of children. He had been unsure of starting a family before. Of course Tom needed an heir, but he didn't think he would ever find himself wanting more children until he met you. It didn't matter if you didn't want children. Sooner or later, before or after marriage, you will be swollen with his child. And what better way to ensure an heir than start now?

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

I don't think any series of games has ever portrayed letting go of revenge and growth as paramount to living as Project Moon's games. Because in all of them (Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina, Limbus Company), the way to get the best ending is to go through the characters' issues and find peace for them. What makes this stand out from many other games where the golden ending is everyone working together, is that going through these issues is not easy nor is the end result always happy. But it is necessary if the characters want to move on.

For example, Roland and Angela both have very solid reasons for their non-Best Ending actions. Angela is sick being treated as a tool and lesser, especially after the torture that was Lob Corp. And Roland lost everything dear to him because of Angela's actions, after he had just gotten to open up to someone. Library of Ruina doesn't deny that both have their reasons, it instead asks both if reaching that goal truly is worth it and if it would make the characters happy? And, is making others suffer what you suffered truly justified? In the best ending, both Angela and Roland find that they have more to live for and other ways to express themselves than violence. In Limbus Company, each Sinner must wrestle with their issues and let go of something harmful. Ishmael letting go of her revenge, Don letting go of her father's delusions, etc.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

Set Me Free

18+

Part five

Good Girl Gone Mad

Characters: Min Yoongi as Agust D/Mafia boss, Jung Hoseok as Jack/Concierge, Namjoon/Police detective, Jungkook/Police detective, Park Jimin/thief and gang leader, Taehyung/Mafia member, Paradise owner. Jin/unknown, Busan/Mafia boss.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: This story contains nsfw content (descriptive blood, gore, etc.) as well as sexual content. Mentions may include violence, consumption of alcohol, explicit sexual interactions, sharp objects, knife play, description of injuries, themes of major horror and also explores obsessive behaviors and codependency, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, toxic yandere men, violence, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships.

🩸My master list 🩸

We Go Down Together - Dove Cameron & Khalid

< Previously • Next Chapter >

My mind have been a mess ever since i encountered agust d but that was also the moment i saw a chance to prove my worth at the station and to finally be one of them like Namjoon, it was a chance for me to get the bad guy and that was always my priority ever since i decided to become a police officer. As the days went by i found myself growing more and more impatient. The more my path crossed with Yoongi the more my greed became apparent, meeting Yoongi it was like a fire burning my skin, he brought out the things in me that I never once thought i had it it was uncomfortable to be in such situations I hade found myself to be so easily influenced by his presence that I just simply lost control. It was dangerous to be close to him but now more then ever I had no choice but to stay by his side but being with him i realized a part of me that was living dormant for all these years. I’m going down a path i never once thought considered fallowing and for that reason I’m lost inside this hell by my own choice, i had so much pride of my own morals and achievements when i started working at the station, my beliefs where always to make the world a better place by making the right choices and protecting those who made the same choices. After losing my dad i knew i wanted to fallow the path he did, make the right decisions and help people from the darkness of this world.

But what no one tells you about fallowing the right path is that to be a hero, is to bear the weight trying to bring justice to those who have no power but, you cannot.

Our laws exist to protect us but they are so limited to a point where even if you know who’s the bad guy, without any solid evidence they will just be set free from punishment. The worst part is you know they are going to hurt people again.

I never wanted to be part of this, somehow I’m grateful but at the same time I regret it very deeply all my choices. All it took was one slip and i was in the rabbit hole, that same darkness the people i was supposed to put in jail lived in, sooner or later, we always give in that slip to taste a new world.

I was taught to do the rigt thing and always fallow the rules, with my dad playing the biggest part into this. I know that justice takes time and you can’t always do the right thing. The more i thought about the things i had done so far the more i realized, i was only trying to hold on the small part of me who still lives in my past. The girl who worked at her fathers police station, the girl who loved Namjoon and would do everything she could to fallow her fathers steps and protect the last family she had.

Right or wrong are just concepts made by us to justify our actions, who really decides was right or wrong in this? In the end we all have to count on someone else’s empathy to get a less harsh punishment. If a convicted criminal of murder shows remorse he could use the empathy of the judges, the same laws that are there to protect us also protect them, whether they are faking it or not.

There is no god in this, we are all by ourselves here trying to live in a world were anyone you cross paths could be a psychopath.

As Jack drove us back to the mansion this was all i could think of, feeling a weight over my chest press down my heart against my bones and the emptiness it left as if killing that men was the last straw to selling my soul to the devil and I could feel every bit of it happening under my skin.

All that didn’t phase Yoongi even the smallest bit, i stared at him sitting comfortably beside me he had his eyes closed a relaxed almost pleasant look on his face. It made me wonder if he even felt anything when he killed his first victim, was he a normal person once? Did life made him a monster? What lead him into this world?

Once we got at the mansion he walked out first and i fallowed him out, keeping on his shadow as he entered the mansion and slowly walked towards his office.

No one said a word the entire time and i could already feel the hot tension rise by the seconds, if he notice my presence behind him he didn’t mentioned and as we finally got in his office he was quick to fill a glass with alcohol while i turned to closed the doors behind me slowly sitting in on of the couches on the room.

He took the sit on the other couch in front of me lighting a cigarette the fire shining bright in front of his face making the scar on his eye even more noticeable, never failing to make his looks sharp and scarier. He took a blow of it before finally looking at me for the first time since we got here.

Whatever went through his head in that moment i knew it was far away from any comfort words, i never expected that from him and i wasn’t disappointed by it.

I had taking someone else’s life to save my brother, the only thing i want now is the truth he had promised me.

- if you are expecting a hug from me.. i hate to disappoint - was the first thing he said, scoffing a laugh.

- i wouldn’t dare to - i was quick to reply, getting a chuckle from him.

- then why did you fallow me? - he asked, clearly amused taking a sip of the drink in his hand while the cigarette burned between his fingers - wanna make sure i fallow the end of our bargain?

- yeah…

- don’t worry it’s done - he said, as if it was nothing. But i founded hard to believe, it couldn’t be as simple as that.

I never expected but it still angered me, moved by the fire inside me i got up making my way towards him i harshly took the cigarette from his fingers, taking a blow of it before turning to him.

- since you’ve proven yourself Yoongi why don’t you start talking? - i spat - i don’t want your compassion, i know you got none. From you i just want one thing, the damn truth.

- why? - he scoffed, turning to look at me impatiently - you think you’ll go back to that silly life of yours? Get over it, is too late for that. You’re in my world now, you get what i give when i decide to.

Now it was my turn to scoff but no matter how much that angered me he was right. You can lead the horse to the lake but you can’t force it to drink from it, i bite back my tongue feeling a bitter taste up my throat.

- and if you still want me to work for you, you need to start talking - i said, sitting down beside him.

- now you’re ordering me around? You are not in charge here sweetie…

- you owe me that - i said, turning to him, using the right words would get me good points with him, i needed to gain his trust if i wanted to live a longer life, that was the only way to avoid Jack. Still it infuriated me how he never told me anything, i knew he didn’t had to but the least he could do is tell me about his plans at the station.

I knew exactly were i stood in here, not above him, not beside him and not even under him like his dogs. I was disposable, the last thing I wanted was to die here of all places. I knew for a fact that fallowing the rules would get you the the best chance. I hated to admit that but that was the only way.

- you said you would tell me everything after i did my work tonight - i said - then do it. Why were you at the station that day? Why did you almost killed the director?

He sighted almost rolling his eyes, taking a sip of his hard liquor before looking at me with bored eyes.

- i had a deal with you’re director - he said, staring at the cup on his hand as he moved around over his thigh - you’re smart enough to know it by know, what would i possibly want with the police?

It had passed my mind before that the director wasn’t exactly the good guy to begin with, Yoongis insinuations seemed to set fire to that old thought of mine and I could almost feel the dots connecting to each other - so the police was working with them this whole time, they were hiding Agust D tracks every time and making it impossible to get him. But why?

Namjoon has been fallowing a ghost his whole life in hopes of making justice possible, they had been playing with him just like they did to me.

It made me sick to even think about it.

But most importantly I could only wonder what would the police needed with Yoongi or what he used against them to get them to hide his tracks this whole time?

- I’m sure you know now… - he chuckled, knowingly - you’re friend was getting too close, i came to talk to him and he decided to call out our agreement. He was confident that Namjoon guy would get me eventually, so i had to make sure I made them aware of who they were dealing with.

- so that was a massage… - i murmured, more to myself staring at the floor.

- yeah, not that i needed to do much - he chuckled, taking the cigarette from my hand yes staring back at me with smirk laying over his red lips - you just happened to be there right on time, every single time i needed.

- what?

- in so little time you manage to get inside Paradise, obviously thanks to Scarlet then you proceeded to offer yourself to me unknowingly and ruined their opportunity to get me - he said, eyes shining brighter with delight.

Looking so proud of my mistakes, it didnt help to ease the way my insides were turning and turning around at his words. Making more and more obvious how my intervention helped only him, the one i was so confident i would put behind bars.

- i had reasons for it…

The most poor and stupid excuse left my lips, I couldn’t look at his face anymore to embarrassed to face him and the truth. I made a terrible mistake by thinking I could face him head on and win.

- you did… but what now? - he taunted - what do you have? Nothing… you’ve been nothing but a puppet this entire time, my puppet.

He made it clear from the beginning how it would end up for me if I continued with that investigation on him, i was honestly surprised at how he left me leave the first moment we’ve meet and yet i decided to ignore all the warnings he was “kind” enough to give me. I pondered if he was truly warning me or if it all wasn’t just an act to get me exactly where he wanted me to be.

He told me he would bring me to hell if i kept digging for him and here i was now, it felt different having to hear him say all that I’ve been thinking about ever since we meet.

But I was too deep into the darkness that surrounded him, there was no way to live in this world without getting your hands dirty. I was aware of that. It was all my fault.

For a second i felt stupid at how well he played me without me even realizing, feeling stupid for being so weak and giving in more and more. But now? I didn’t felt bed for destroying the operation and letting Yoongi escape, i made up my mind in that car as we came back deciding to rather then running from the fire, i would burn and dance with it. He wasn’t wrong when he looked into my eyes and showed me my own sins, but the more i stared at the fire in his eyes the more i felt deeply attracted to the darkness surrounding him.

To survive.

To feed my own greed. Truly… a puppet.

-I could still end you here right now… - I gripped his neck.

I was serious, I could feel my blood boiling under my skin. My pride was hurt, my heart was in pieces and all he did was stare at me with a sly grin on his face. He chuckled gripping my hands around his neck even tighter, his eyes burning into mine.

- do it… - he dared - but we both know you won’t.

he wasted no time proving how much stronger he was then me, pulling my hands away from his neck. With one hand he gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

- tell me why you won’t kill me… you had many chances… - he said, a whisper. He’s breath hitting my lips.

- don’t play as if you didn’t know why…

- no, you don’t play coy with me… come on now, be a good girl for me and use your words.

His lips lifted into a smirk, he leaned forward face centimeters away from mine. Feeling his breath over my own lips a shiver runs down my whole body, the smell of whiskey was intoxicating making me crave more of him.

- say it… y/n.

I swallowed hard before thinking about it one last time. I knew this was one way and no turning back, but Yoongi was my best shot at surviving now. Even more he wanted me to be honest with him and myself.

- Don’t lie to me… - he smile was completely sickening, eyes darker then ever - it’s not that hard.

- i want…

- yes, what do you want? - he leaned more into me, hands reaching behind me to cage me under his body.

And to feed my desires for him.

- you…

He stopped immediately, eyes searching for mine and in that split second while i stared into his sharp eyes i saw his facet break, just a bit but enough for me to notice - surprise. He truly didn’t expect me to say that, one would even think that hearing that would be so fulfilling to ones ego, but him? It was as if he never heard it before. I didn’t know anything could get a reaction from him but i knew in that moment, despite everything else he secretly wished to be desired too. Even though he said he knew.

So i took my chance and braced the fire that would come with it.

Closing my arms around his neck i pushed him down, sitting over his lap with one leg on each side of his hips.

- i want you, Agust d - i said over his lips - in every way possible.

Looking down in his eyes seeing how he no longer had any trace of surprise in them but a serious look, hands sliding up my hips to my bear back holding my arms to slid away from his neck.

My heart begin to beat faster, blood running cold on my body. Shit.

I could see it in his eyes that he wanted, so what was holding him back in that moment?

- are you sure? - he simply asked, not looking me in the eyes but at our hands - do you have any idea what that choice comes with?

- does it matter to you? - i bit into my lower lip, i felt so confused in that moment. The warmth that surrounded us was disintegrating slowly, i helplessly wanted to hold on into that warmth.

His unphased expression was making me more and more anxious, one moment i was burning under his gaze and now completely frozen and lost. Swallowing all of my pride and embracing myself, i wished to be right about this.

- it makes me…. Yours - in that small second i looked into his eyes again i saw the surprised in them, bearly noticeable but it was there for a second.

- and you’re sure you can take what comes with that? - he mutter over my lips.

- i don’t know but i don’t wanna leave you…

I can’t leave my only chance to survive now.

- you’re life will be mine… completely… - he whispered above my lips.

- we’ll go down together then.

I didn’t wanted to lose any more seconds when i pushed my lips over his, feeling his smirk as i bite into his botttom lip. Catching his eyes briefly as i did so, he was quick to press his short nails on my exposed back scratching the skin down stoping at my hips. I moaned on his mouth kissing him hungrily.

He let out a soft groan as i slide my hands down his waist inside his shirt slowly tracing his ribs, the friction was enough to make us both lose our minds, i could tell he was holding back from letting out a moan as i grinded against his hips, my own body was becoming needy, craving more and more.

- Mmngh..You feel so good… - He whispered between ragged breathes and I felt my thoughts growing more and more blank, the only thing on my mind right now was him.

I grind against his hips again, feeling his warmth through the fabrics separating us, his breath hitches when i grind against him again, i hold his chin up taking in his lustful gaze, his grip on my hips tightened and i could almost feel how blissful he was becoming.

He gives me a devious smirk and gently ran his fingers along your spine as he whispered in my ear:

- You truly are a skilled rider, you feel so good on top of me.

The doors for the office burst open.

- you have to go to Busan - said Jack in a rushed tone.

Yoongi leaned away from me, hands still dancing over my naked back. I stared at him as he nodded to Jacks direction who soon left the room.

- i have to go - he said to me.

I nodded resting my forehead over his, lips brushing against each other as the heat slowly drifted away from our bodies.

- now, you behave while I’m gone.

His hands slipped down my back to rest over my hips pulling me out of his lap. After that o was quick to make my way out of his office but no before he called out my name.

- the room in front of mine - he said - that’s your room, some of your stuff is there already.

- okay, thanks.

With that i left completely.

From what i could tell, how he suddenly changed in seconds and jacks rushed and slightly worried eyes, something big must’ve happen that needed him to be there in person. I over heard from Namjoon once at the station, that his mafia had rooted connections in Busan as they were investigating and I wonder if Namjoon manage to take action on his secret plan as he told me once.

If he did Yoongi might be in trouble, but I can’t tell. Both of them are unpredictable when it comes to getting what they want.

[…]

It’s been two days since Yoongi left to Busan, no one told me anything about him or when was he even going to come back.

Anytime I would worry about him my mind would remind me of who I was thinking about, he certainly was not someone who would let anything happen to him. He made it clear who he was and what he was capable of. So I worry nothing about him.

Still it felt weird to be here without him, it was his house and I was used to have his presence around. Hands even been that long and I was so deep in a nest of snakes.

I had shaken hands with the devil before now it was time to dance with him, the only thing that kept wondering with worry in my mind was how no one would tell me anything.

The few maids in the house wouldn’t even say a word to me, the guards around the mansion acted like I was invisible.

I had no one here.

It felt just like I was back at the station once again, no one would tell me anything because I wasn’t a detective yet. Just a mere office worker for them, I couldn’t tell anything to Namjoon because he wouldn’t understand.

He grew up in a completely different world then mine, he didn’t know how hard it was to try to grow your career in a police station especially when you are a woman, no matter how good I was or my scores in the academy they still viewed me as weak and fragile.

I thought that if I worked harder they would notice me, but that only got me more work and less acknowledgement.

My view for them has changed also, now that I knew how corrupted they are. They were nothing but mere trash to me. Walking garbage.

My days here were the same, day after day ever since Yoongi left I was completely alone in this mansion. The only exception being the presence of the house keeper and the very few employees that helped her.

Another two days had went by without any news from Yoongi, I don’t know if I should’ve been grateful for that or worried.

Tha was until I heard a loud noise from downstairs, I was goin to bed since it was half past ten already but the noise caught me off guard. I quickly turned to fallow it and see what was that about.

The moment I saw his face I couldn’t hold myself anymore, first thing I notice I was rushing towards him. No second thoughts in my head as I closed my arms around Yoongis neck. For a while he didn’t move, I could feel how his body was stiff under my arms.

- what are you doing? - he said. His words were like a bucket of cold water.

Of course it would be like this, what was I even thinking in that moment. Is not like I missed him.

- I’m just checking if you got any holes in you… - I pull away, staring up at his eyes.

- you think I’d be that careless? - he chuckled - it was all playful banter…

He didn’t seem one bit concerned or stressed, almost as if he went to a trip and not to fix a problem. He came back in a complete different mood then he left. Was i wrong then? Did Namjoon not went with his plan for Busan?

- not that I care about what you do… but next time send a message?

- I’ll remember that for the next time… - he says as he walks up the stairs, without looking back.

I scoffed, of course. Criminals and their cold blooded hearts, i only grew more suspicious. Exactly what happened in Busan?

I decide to fallow him up stairs, not really sure why. It felt so natural, waiting for him to come home and being in his presence after not seeing him for days.

I enter his office after him, watching as he lights a cigarette and sits down behind his desk.

- You seem off… more then usual… - I cross my arms over my chest as I observe him.

For some there wouldn’t be a way to see it, but he was different tonight. I could see it by how he used his left hand to light his cigarette, he never did that and he kept avoiding having to use his right hand. He didn’t meet my eyes ever since he came back, he’d always stare at me so deep as if sweeping inside my soul.

It was odd how he looked serious now, not intense serious but cold, so cold.

He paused for a second, looking around before he glance at me with irritation clear in his eyes.

- Does it concern you ? - He replied, his voice low and sharp.

He took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke spilling past his lips in a steady stream.

- I was busy with work - He muttered simply, the corner of his lips quirking up into an almost mocking smirk.

-it was just an observation…- I say, at that point I knew he wasn’t going to tell me anything and I couldn’t blame him. If I was him, I wouldn’t either.

He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Is that so ?” He mused, his eyes boring into you.

- How observant of you - he sneered, his gaze now locked on mine. - as always…

He visibly tensed, his hand clenching around his cigar for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he studied you carefully. He let out a huff, his expression still stoic, but his eyes almost seemed to soften slightly.

- i have a meeting tomorrow… - He finally says - you’ll accompany me so go to bed, is late already.

Part of me wanted to stay, to talk to him but I knew better. Besides how tense and angry he was in that moment he still manage a bit of softness to tell me to go rest it was tiny, but it was there and that weighted so much more to me then I ever thought it was possible.

With no further do, i turn to leave his office but he pulls me back. Fingers circling around my wrist.

I look back at him surprised for a second, that surely was unusual.

- don’t leave yet…- he says, looking away from me.

- do you need to tell me something more? - I questioned, crossing my arms.

- don’t… - he mumbled, frowning as he stared at the desk in front of him - don’t sleep on your room tonight.

I could almost feel the thumping of my heart in my chest the moment he said those words, as if on cue my entire body burns with excitement but I try to hold back from the possibility.

- and were should I sleep? - I mumbled, my voice almost a whisper.

- with me.

I gasped the moment he pulls me closer by the waist, pressing our bodies together as his hands slide down my back at my hips.

- you should sleep with me tonight…

I stared into his eyes looking for something, anything that could tell me what was going inside his mind. He’s been hot and cold ever since he came back from Busan, keeping secrets and acting as if nothing happened even though I couldn’t tell that there was more to it then he was letting me know. Now as i stood so close to him, feeling the warmth of his skin and his heart beat through his chest. How his eyes seemed to falter ever so slightly, i knew it.

Something did happen.

But neither he could tell how he felt.

[…]

I couldn’t tell if I had actually slept, it felt as if I only blinked my eyes and when I open it was morning already.

Going to bed with him last night felt so odd and i could tell it was for him too, because we weren’t enveloped by the blinding desire or our needs. It was more intimate then we’ve been to each other, we both spent a night together only by each other’s arms and suddenly it didn’t felt like i was in bed with Agust d, that was Yoongi. When i woke up he was already up.

This time I had breakfast with Yoongi and seeing him across from the table as the light reflected on his face was a sight for sore eyes, how the sun iluminated every line of his face making him look much softer even with the scar over his eye. He looked so domestic in that moment that I almost forgot I was looking at a criminal. Almost.

Looks can surely be deceiving - i thought as i sipped my coffee, watching him from across the table.

We haven’t spoken a word to each other since last night, none of us tried to make small conversation. We just kept going as if everything was normal. It felt unreal and yet so comforting, it still amazed me how natural we could act together at times like this at this point I didn’t know if he was the insane person or me.

Oddly enough we did everything together, from breakfast to picking each other’s clothes for today, to lunch and eventually getting ready in his room for the meeting.

I was confused, it was writing all over my face and anyone could tell. Even he could as we got ready in his bathroom, I couldn’t stop stealing glances at him as i did my make up.

- that’s rude… - he said as he fixed his sleeves - you’re staring.

- that’s audacious coming from you - put the lipstick own.

We didn’t said anything after that but I couldn’t forget how he laughed at that, for the first time it was a genuine laugh.

As i found myself beside him on his car, Hoseok - as he called jack when we got in the car - drove us to our destination and I couldn’t understand how he wouldn’t just tell me what this all was about, even after making me come all the way with him.

What was this meeting about? Why he needed me there?

- I have something for you…- he said for the first time since we left the house.

- yes? - I turned to look at him.

He takes my hand, palm facing up before placing a silver collar with a butterfly on it.

- I saw you wearing one like this when I first meet you… - he says as if it was nothing.

I looked at him in utter shock, i was aware that he was perceptive of everything around him I just never knew I was included in that perception as well. He had notice such small detail about me from so long ago, I couldn’t hide my surprise - more like utter shock.

- don’t think too much of it… you can wear it or throw it away - he says, his tone was nonchalant, but i could still see his lingering gaze on the necklace every now and then.

- I never thought you were one to give gifts…

- humph… i told you not to think much of it - he looks over the window as i stare at him with a grin.

- my bad… help me put it on? - i say leaning closer to his side, watching as he looks at me suspiciously.

His eyes lock into mine sharply, almost like a cat eyeing a mouse before he scoffed and leaned closer to me with a smirk on his lips. He takes the necklace from my hand, and turn my back for him holding my hair up as he places the jewelry around my neck. For a split moment his cold finges slowly brush against my neck making me almost shrink at the sudden touch. I could hear his south breathing behind me, his breath hitting the back of my back exposed by the dress i wore. Once i could tell the necklace was closed around my neck i let go my hair, but before i could move away he pulls on my arm making me stop on my tracks.

- what? - i say in almost a whisper, feeling my cheeks heat up for letting him know how he had affected me in that moment.

- don’t move… - he says behind me, his breathing hitting my shoulder as he leans even closer.

I could feel my face heating up and body shivering, suddenly feeling like a tiger was about to jump over me from behind. He pulls my hair to the side, his touch almost soothing and like a predator hunting its pray he was the best at distracting before attacking.

I gasped when he suddenly grips my neck pushing his body against mine as he circles his right arm around my waist.

- you do have a beautiful neck… - he whispers in my ear - you know what i like the most about you, y/n?

- no… - i swallowed hard, knowing him this could either end really good or bad.

- your strength… - he grips my neck tighter, forcing me to look only ahead but still not enough to cut my air, just enough to apply the needed pressure to keep me in his claws. - you almost look weak but when i push the right buttons you never hesitate to pull the trigger, such an interesting puppet you are y/n. I want you beside me.

- i thought i already was… you trying to make it seem I’m choosing to work for you just to mess with me - i grip his writs pulling his hand off my neck - i was always a pawn on your games, i will stay beside you but not like the others.

- good… - he gives me small smile letting go of me- I’d hate to get bored of you so soon.

I couldn’t decipher him at all. He only acted however he saw fit in any situation, I couldn’t understand him at all but one thing i knew - he did know which buttons to push to make me go mad in both good and bad ways.

The car son comes to a stop in front of a luxury building, the name Golden Star shined bright in cursive words on top of it. A few sports cars were parked in front of it and i watched as a men walks out of a Ferrari in a tuxedo with a woman wearing a bright silver dress, completely exuding luxury head to toe. Suddenly i felt a bit self conscious of picking my doctor martins as shoes with the dress i wore, it never bothered me before in Paradise because people there weren’t always dressed so sophisticated like that but now that i look at it. I should’ve have put more effort into it.

Yoongi takes my hand placing around his arm as he guides me inside the building, the place was something I’ve only ever saw in movies. As we walk past the entrance we stop at the entering hall, in the middle of two big stairs was a red velvet curtain leading to entry of the cassino. I only ever heard about this place on the news, the hotel and cassino Golden Star. Even the air here felt more rich than outside.

- master Yoongi - a men dressed in a tuxedo approaches us, his name tag read Alfred. - mister Wuhan hasn’t arrived yet but he left the room ready for you in advance, but if you wish to entertain yourself at the cassino till his arrival I’ll guide you there.

- want to see the cassino? - Yoongi suddenly whispered to me.

- what? - i looked at him surprised, i didn’t expect he would take that into consideration and mostly i didn’t understand why he would.

- it might take some time… won’t you indulge into some fun before the real meeting starts? - he grins, glint shining in his eyes mischievously.

- honestly… it doesn’t catch my interest.

It truly didn’t, games in cassino were never something I found interest in partaking. If ever, i might felt curious now that they were so close to my reach but i was more inclined into watching it seeing how it worked rather than playing.

- we’ll go straight to the room - he says to Alfred.

- Very well master - Alfred smiles softly - this way, please.

We fallow Alfred up the long stairs, into a long corridor till we stop at a double black door. The men uses a black card on the digital lock, i notice the three golden letters on it “VIP” in golden cursive. As the door opens were soon met with glass window wall ahead with golden curtains hanging from above on each corner. The floor and the walls where black but the floor had a marble effect with gold and gray, in the center of the room was a L couch in velvet black as well as a red glass coffee table in the center and a mini bar on the right with a tv above it on the wall.

The decoration wasn’t what surprised me but who was sitting there, all blissful and shirt half opened.

- oh there you are… Agust d and miss bodyguard… - Jimin looks at us over his lashes, taking a sip of a red drink on his right hand and having a hard time with the straw. Clearly he was already drunk.

- i thought you stoped with this…. - Yoongi says, walking over the opposite couch and sitting down already taking a cigarette and his lighter to smoke.

- i did but… Wuhan offered a good deal so I couldn’t say no - Jimin mumbles, for a moment i try not to jump to conclusions but I couldn’t help but wonder what business he had here, especially with the men Yoongi was supposed to met.

- take a sit.. - Yoongi says to me, blowing the smoke into the air - have your fill…

He motions with his head towards the mini bar filled with all different types of alcohol bottles.

- I’m not one to drink actually - i cross my arms, taking a cigarette at sit at the corner of the couch.

- why? Can’t handle your alcohol? - he smirks, his tone full of sarcasm.

- no i just get tired from drinking, besides… as your pawn shouldn’t i stay sober? - i arch my eyebrow as i look at him.

- touché… - he blows the smoke into my direction.

- did you two fight? - Jimin leans closer to me - y/n! Since you’re here give me some attention, hum?

He blinked slowly as he stares at me, still leaning closer to my side. Although i doubt he was doing on purpose and not just falling at this point. It could be considered a crime how blissfully beautiful he looked now, perhaps the lingering innocence he managed to keep while still having a sexy appeal was what made him impossible to resist. The combo of always saying the right words as if he coated each one with honey could be added to the list of things that made him powerful, with no doubt i was sure he could have anyone he wanted with just a few words.

But i wasn’t like others, i could still see under that mask he wore, different then Yoongi i could read Jimin with ease because that was who he was, he never tried to hide his intentions and desires. Being like that was who he was, and being himself with the wrong people was what made him weak and easy to take advantage off. Knowing that I couldn’t just look at him as some sexy guy in front of me, i felt more… worried.

- i’ll give you some then…- i smiled softly, taking the glass from his hand i pick a bottle of water from the coffee table opening for him and putting a straw in it, i hold it up for him to drink.

At first he only stares at me with a pout on his lips before reluctantly drink the water, i hear a chuckle behind me and i look at Yoongi over my shoulder.

- you’re picking strays like that? - he teases.

- shut up… I’d do the same for you… - I mumble.

- you wouldn’t.

His assertion was final, it was truth. I would never do the same for him because he would never put himself into such situations, Yoongi didn’t need anyone to take care of him he was just that capable of living by himself. Knowing exactly every step to take to get where he wanted and never falling into the temptations of getting wasted as it would only take away his focus and control. Perhaps now I could actually get a little bit inside his mind after all, that thought brought a smile to my face for some reason.

I spend the next moments taking care of Jimin, making sure he eat an apple from the fruit plate in the middle of the coffee table that at first I thought was fake, and making sure he drinks water until he’s at least bit sober.

Jimin was a baby when drunk, I took those mental notes as he nuzzled on my neck and pouted the entire time.

If it wasn’t for the moment someone called him over he would probably still be on my lap like a puppy.

- Thank you miss body guard… thanks to you I can walk down the stairs without breaking a bone - he smiled at me before walking out the privet room.

I chuckled to myself as I saw him leaving.

- you’re quite the sweetheart adopting strays… - yoongi mumble.

- you seem jealous? - I retorted.

- me? Of that? - he scoffed, while pouring another glass of whiskey for himself.

He looked at me for a moment wordlessly, his gaze boring into mine. He slides closer to my side, until i almost feel his body heat against mine.

- Maybe you’re just trying to get a reaction out of me, - he added, voice lowering to a deep murmur as he holds his eyes still firmly on mine.

- And if I want a reaction, which do I get? - I stare back at his eyes firmly.

A hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he took another drag from his cigar, a plume of smoke billowing around his face.

-Maybe you should find out, -he replied, his voice lowering to a deep murmur. He was leaning so close now I could feel the heat from his body, the scent of cigar smoke filling my lungs and the whiskey on his breath.

He let the moment drag on, his eyes never leaving mine. After a few moments of silence, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek as he holds my chin to face him.

- You’re playing a dangerous game, - he murmured, almost to himself.

- you’ve been sitting here watching, playing fool but I want you… - I stare back at him.

A low growl escaped his lips and in one swift move, he had me backed up against the couch, his body pressed close to mine, hands on each side of my head, trapping me under him.

- You’re playing with fire…. - he whispered against my ear, his voice a low murmur. - we shouldn’t do this game now… I’m working here.

I froze for moment, his eyes meeting mine with a longing and fire I never seen before. I could feel my body heat rise, my chest moving up and down as I breathed and the loud thump of my own heart beat in my ears.

- You don’t know what you’re asking for, - he said quietly, his voice almost hoarse. - teasing me like this before my meeting….

- Why? Afraid someone might walk in? - I mumbled, breathing heavily as I looked from his eyes to his lips.

I could see how he tensed slightly, his eyes darting to the door.

- I’m not afraid of anything, - he snapped, his voice a little gruff. He leaned in closer to my face, his gaze intense. - But if someone were to walk in, what would they see? How much… would be off by then?

He slides his hand under the skirt of the dress, tracing up my thigh and pulling over his hip.

His hand clenched around my thigh, the tension between you both growing.

- You want to do this here? - He asked quietly, his voice gruff. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against the skin of my neck.

- You set my body on fire… is only fair you take care of it.

- I might just do something we’ll both regret. - he murmured, his voice low and rough.

- I never thought you’d be one to restrain yourself?

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, and let out a mocking little huff.

- You really think you can tease me, don’t you? - He asked, his voice lowering to a dangerous murmur.

Before i could respond, he suddenly pressed his body against me, his lips claiming mine in a harsh, intense kiss.

- Mmmh… - I circle my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

His lips met with mine hungrily, body pressing against mine and hands gripping my thighs in bruising grip. He didn’t hold back, making me ache even more for his touch, giving in to the desire i had been holding back for so long. One of his hands gripped my hip as the other slides over my side and chest, giving it a tight squeeze before sliding up my neck grabbing a fistful of my hair. I moan into his mouth, arching my back, he let out a low, guttural, possessive growl against your mouth.

He tilts my head to the side, with a pull on my hair trailing his lips down my neck, leaving rough kisses as he went. I was a mess under him as he continued to bite and suck on the sensitive skin, gripping his shoulders as I felt him leave a long lick over my pulse.

- Do you have any idea what you do to me?- He whispered against my skin, his voice rough and ragged sending shivers down my spine.

- Ahhh… I could think of… a few things… - I mumble breathlessly.

He thinks I can still speak right now?

He let out a mocking little huff, his breath hot against my neck.

- Oh really? - He asked, his lips hovering over your skin, his tongue darting out to taste you. - You seem confident, huh?

- shut up…

He lets out a dark laugh, his hand tightening in your hair.

- Is that what you want? - he presses another harsh nip at my neck. - For me to shut up?

He tugged on my hair again, pulling my head back further, exposing more of my neck completely to himself. His lips trail wet kisses along my skin, nibbling gently on my collarbones.

He lets go of my hair, hand trailing down the curve of my body to my hip, squeezing the flesh in a tight grip.

I could feel his smirk against my skin, his fingers gripping into my hip tighter as he pushed his body even more against mine, pressing his hips into mine.

- Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me all of a sudden? - he murmured, his tone almost mocking.

- Shut up… you know what I want…

- I know what you want - he murmured, his voice low and rough. He leaned in, his lips ghosting against my earlobe so softly I could feel my body giving in all restraints - But I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.

I couldn’t bring myself to say it, all the things I wanted him to do to me in that moment. All the lewd things that clouded my mind and the ways I wanted him to take me. For a split second I was back at reality, we shouldn’t be doing this now. Anyone could enter the room, but heaving him so close after heaving a taste was not helping my mind make a single right thought.

So I didn’t say anything and just pulled him into a fervently kiss.

He groans against my lips, almost caught of guard as i pull him but quickly, his hand is gripping my hip even tighter as he regains controls once more. His body is pressed even more into mine, his other hand grabbing a fistful of my hair, as his lips move against mine hungrily, desperately as if he couldn’t get enough of it and so couldn’t I.

His tongue delves into my mouth, tasting, dominating the kiss in a brutal sort of way. He was restless, pushing and pressing his body flush against mine, his arms wrapped around your waist as he grinds against my core pulling my leg over his hip.

I groan into his mouth, pulling on his hair making him moan into the kiss, his hand yanking on your hair slightly as I bite his bottom lip. He was so demanding and fierce, It turned me on even more, and i could feel the fire inside me burning hotter with each second. I needed him desperately.

He pulls away from the kiss, nipping at my lip, and moves back to kiss along the side of my neck again, this time with a little more teeth, as if to leave his own mark on me.

- You’re driving me crazy… - he murmurs against your throat, his voice rough.

He lets out another low chuckle, as he continues to kiss along your neck, his teeth grazing the skin, leaving behind little marks as his hands roam all of my body.

I stare up at his eyes, holding him closer. I wanted to stay in that moment forever but before I could even open my lips to say anything, the sound of a knock on the door stopped us.

He froze, his eyes snapping towards the door, his expression dark. He was breathing heavily, holding me even tighter, obviously angry to be interrupted at this moment.

- He’s here… - Jack voice says from the other side of the door.

The men Yoongi was supposed to meet arrived. What a timing.

Once he registered that he was quick to let go of me, sitting upright while he fixed his shirt.

Now it was time for business, for Agust d to show up.

- I’m gonna fix myself in the bathroom… - I say as I get up.

- yeah… don’t take too long though - he mumbles already taking another cigar from his pocket.

Once I exit the room I release a breathe I didn’t even knew I was holding, my body still tingled from the after effects of his touches and I couldn’t think of anything else but us.

I no longer felt ashamed from wanting more, for the first time I’ve been with Yoongi I only wanted more of him. I didn’t had to worry about people finding out at work because I no longer belonged to that life.

As I walk to the ladies room, I look back at the corridor seeing as a men with white hair walks into the room Yoongi was. He had two bodyguards with him and Jimin by his side, clinching his arm like an intimate friend. So that’s what he does - I thought.

I didn’t wanted to go back now, so I took my time in the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on my hands so i can wet my neck, trying my best to keep my body in control.

For some reason I had a bad feeling about this meeting. I couldn’t put my mind into what it was, but something felt odd. I felt like I saw that men with the white hair before, was it something at the station about him, perhaps, but I couldn’t put my mind to it.

With one last look at the mirror I exit the bathroom, walking back to the VIP room. From afar I notice the two body guards weren’t by the door anymore, making me stop immediately at my tracks. This didn’t seem right, as I reach for the door handle I hear a groan from behind the door and my heart jumps in my chest - Yoongi!

I gasped as a hand grabs me from behind pressing a cloth over my mouth and nose, the strong smell of chemicals immediately hits me making my nose burn. I try my hardest to pull away but the men holds me tightly against a wall, my mind was beginning to feel hazy and I knew what would happen then.

I was getting kidnapped.

What a damn timing.

[…]

It felt like I was hit by a car, my head was so heavy it took my longer to open my eyes then to wake up. I regretted immediately after once a sharp pain hit through my head, when I tried to move I felt my wrists and feet tied to the chair.

All the sounds around me were distant muffled voices, my head was spinning and I couldn’t speak.

- oi! Wake up doll…

- oh… gods… you guys are ugly - i groaned, looking up at the two men.

I’m so fucked now, how did i even got in this situation?

- ahh damn you Agust D!

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Authors note: Call me the queen of cliff hanger endings because I’m about to push you all, jokes aside i bet you all thought i left right? And i did… for some time, but I’m back to finish this up for you all. Also sorry for any errors and mistakes. You better give this chapter a heart! Love you all and happy new year!

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

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 16

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Arranged marriage AU

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Entire chapter is Dion’s/Ash’s POV, takes place during the day of chapter 14 during the beginning scene of when Dion and Reader share a moment that is not nice in her mind. He is also out of character again lmao

Edit: LMAO I FUCKED UP THE TITLE OF MY OWN FIC. can you tell I wrote this entire thing in one setting while very tired? God now I need to check the other chapters lol

NOTE: Dion is having a very small crisis towards the end. Also, I do not know how to write fight scenes. I’m also getting kind of tired of saying ‘male’. Also two chapters within two days!? I'm on a roll baby! (I will proceed to not update for at least a week since life gets in the way/motivation/ideas won't come to me)

Warnings: slight yandere themes, themes of obsessive and possessive behavior/thoughts, toxic marriage/relationship, murder, blood, threats of injury/murder, slight torture (probably?), mention of divorce (it almost does not end well, rip Ash lol), Dion accidentally gets hurt (it’s his own fault), attempted murder, mention of past murder, implied murder (I think?), implied threats of injury, thoughts of imprisoning the reader at the end but he decides against it, implied stalking, HEAVY VIOLENCE Dion’s actions are toxic no matter how you look at it. Please tell me if I missed any.

NSFW-ISH WARNINGS:  (NO SEXUAL ACTIVITY ACTUALLY TAKES PLACE) suggestive, implied vaginal pain (I think), throw back to their first time, implied perverted thoughts (Dion), Lant once again being a pos, encouraging Dion to force himself on the Reader, implied/mentioned past sexual activities, implied past Dub-con. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANIZED AS THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND TOXIC.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS, BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG FANDOM RELATED THINGS (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI

“How's married life?” 

Boredom fills the voice of the redhead doctor as he dabs a cotton ball on the patient’s wound, crimson soaking into the fluffy white cotton. Once done treating it, he starts to wrap it up a little too tight, irritated that a certain Agriche got distracted, slipped down a slope full of sharp rocks and thus, sliced his arm open. So unlike him and yet, he still saw it coming from miles away.

God forbid if anyone in this hunting party listens.

“... why are you asking?” Dion questions back, narrowing his eyes, glaring daggers into the very doctor who’s treating his wounds. Still, it’s not like Ash would harm any of his patients, as he was well above that. Even with someone like him.

However, Dion Agriche often challenges his views and morals. He had always thought of the second eldest as a fool - however, ever since he got engaged to you, he became more so of one. While smart and talented in many areas - hunting, sword fighting, ballroom dancing, leading hunting parties for both monsters and animals alike, maybe a musical instrument or two if memory serves correct, and of course, assassinting - by the Gods, is his personality a nasty one.

“Am I not allowed to? After seeing the mess she was after your first night… I worry for her. Poor girl probably lost faith in God the moment she saw your face.” Ash bites back, tying the bandage up and securing it with pins before patting it down hard. He holds back a smile when THE Dion Agriche flinches at the pain.

It doesn’t matter if it was physical or emotional - pain is pain. Although, it would be better if it was both, finally hitting his employer where it hurts the most. But Dion always bites back.

“You’re rather mouthy for someone I could cut down easily.” Dion's threat is empty, but the urge to throttle the doctor remains. While he wouldn’t kill the man, putting him in a full body cast would settle some things.

Ash only sighs with a shake of his head. Gesturing your husband to put his shirt and black arm sleeves back on, the redhead starts to clean and put his medical supplies away. Currently, the two of them are alone in a tent that was hastily set up, the rest of the hunting party members outside eating dinner. The sun had barely set.

“Come now, I even tended to the poor girl as a free favor. Surely, answering a question or two isn’t that hard - consider it payment for that black eye I left with.”

“And I’ll leave another one on the other eye.”

“... why must you always be so violent? It’s clear that your wife isn’t fond of violence - much less you.” He hits where it hurts, patting the ‘poor’ man’s shoulder as he buttons up his uniform shirt. He watches with great interest when the black haired noble stiffens before resuming his task.

‘So, it’s not going all that great…’

“I mean, it’s only natural for me to ask, taking the fact you personally invited me to the wedding into account.” Ash continues to dig for answers, enjoying the way his scarlet hues become hollow and unfocused. Had he been a better man, the doctor would have pity the newly wed noble some more. 

But Dion Agriche is nowhere close to even a decent person.  

“It’s…,” his low and tired voice trails off before he stands and straightens his clothes out, “fine. Nothing for you to worry about.” A lie paired with another lie. How unlike him. 

“Hm. Sure.” 

Dion leaves the tent without another word, leaving the doctor behind.

As soon as he steps out, one of his men rushes over to him. Dion's mood only sours more, not wanting to interact with anyone just yet.

“Sir, we haven’t found any traces of the monsters. The entire area is empty.” The jet black haired noble can’t stop a brow from raising. 

The brunette delivers the news in a hurry, out of breath. Your husband notices the way he tries to keep his voice down, eyeing everyone behind him. Weird. 

Closer inspection revealed the dirt on his boots and leaves in his hair. But towards the chest, there’s a speck of red on the purple accents that’s barely hidden away by the cloak. 

It’s even slightly damp. His sleeves look a bit too short as well. The gloves don’t look right, not fitting the fingers, slightly sliding off with each gesture of his hands. Scarlet eyes zone in on them before returning to the soldier’s face.

The hair looks a bit lighter. The eyes are a bit deeper.

“How far did you go?” Dion asks as he comes back down to earth.

“Oh!” The soldier straightens up before going on to tell him the details. Your husband listens with little interest, already looking at the area from where the soldier just came from. And then, he glances around the camp, eyes landing on each person once. Once he’s done with relaying the information, Dion walks past him. 

The brunette follows. “Is something the matter, sir?” He follows until the chatter of the camp becomes distant. He runs into Dion’s sturdy back as the man comes to an abrupt stop. Gently rubbing his nose, the shorter man backs up.

“I must admit you have guts.” Dion’s voice is low, mockery laced in it despite ‘praising’ him. 

“...huh?” 

In a flash, his gloved hand slams the other man’s neck against a tree trunk. The bark bites into the exposed skin of his neck while his face turns red. Gasping for breath, the man makes a futile attempt to claw at Dion’s gloved hand.

His legs kick and kick, but it does little to help. Scarlet eyes stare at him emotionless, and the sight of the glowing orbs sends chills down his spine. “It’s amusing how you thought you could replace one of my men.” He chuckles low and deep, increasing the pressure on the poor man’s neck.

“But I have memorized each and every one of their traits - from their eye color to the way they even walk. Not to mention I didn’t order them to look for any monsters in the near vicinity.”   

The black haired man considers snapping his neck right at this moment. But his actions are halted when he hears a twig snap under someone’s foot.

He scowls once the familiar voice reaches his ears. His eyes narrow at how annoying the new addition sounds.

“Is this really necessary? How about we find out what happened to the victim before killing the perpetrator,” Ash advises as he gets closer. He stops once he’s two feet away from the now angered man.

Close to being enraged but not yet, irked that one fool thought he was stupid while the other had just interrupted his actions.

“Dion.” Ash tries again. “Ask questions first. You can do whatever with him later, after we get answers.” 

A hiss of annoyance and Dion drops the man. While he’s coughing for breath, with his boot Dion delivers a hard kick to the imposter’s stomach that has him wheezing for breath. Ash sighs in exasperation at the scene unfolding before him. 

‘Once a brute, always a brute.’

“Talk. Maybe I’ll be merciful depending on your answers.” 

“Arg! W-wait, fuck, wait!” He raises his hands as he surrounders. “I’m not the one who killed him - I was just given the uniform. Honest!”

The two standing men share a look.

“Regardless of who killed him, didn’t you at least consider that maybe everyone would notice you weren’t originally part of the party?” Ash squats to the enemy’s height, observing the hand mark that now decorates his neck. “Unless you’re an idiot.” 

“I wa-wasn’t supposed to get too close to the others… just to lure you away.” He stares up at your husband the entire time while clutching at his stomach. Saliva drips from his mouth as he shakes. He looks more pathetic than a terrified dog.

“How far? I’m assuming just a bit further away from here.” The Agriche continues the integration. His head tilts when the idiotic imposter nods. 

Ash looks up at him. “Should we call for reinforcements? It’s probably not a good idea for you to go alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have you.”

“...huh?”

- - -

Against his own will, Ash follows close behind the prisoner and warden. His arms are wrapped around himself as a cold breeze starts to pick up. His long red hair sways in the wind as Dion’s hood flops back due to the direction of the sudden wind.

“I’m not a fighter, you know this.”

“Right.”

“I’m a doctor - I help the wounded, I don’t give injuries. I don’t even have the training of a swordsman - unlike you.” Ash continues to complain, wanting nothing more than to kick your husband straight in the ass. 

“Right.” Dion’s one word replies are dismissive - the doctor doubts he’s listening at all. 

All the while the brunette is being dragged by the collar. He only listens in silence as the two assumed co-workers or something of that sort have a one sided argument or conversation. He can’t tell what it was. 

“You have like what, thirty men?”

“Thirty five.” He takes a pause before correcting himself. “Well, now it’s thirty four.”

“Thirty four? And you choose me, a weak and mild doctor -”

“More like an annoying one,” Dion cuts in, starting to regret bringing Ash along. He forgot how… yappy he can be. Even with the amount of money he pays him, he always has something to complain about. 

“... If your wife ever divorces you, I’ll help her in every way I -”

SNAP

Twigs break in half under your husband’s feet, the prisoner choking as the taller man turns on his feet so quickly it gives him whiplash. Ash immediately shuts his mouth as shadows start to cover the sharp features of Dion’s face. His eyes glow in the moonlight. His scarlet eyes are narrowed, filled with unsaid threats, glare so sharp it cuts into his very soul. 

The redhead takes a step back as his employer towers over him. He breaks out into a cold sweat, the forest having become silent - like every animal in the vicinity sensed the bloodlust of this obsessed man and went into hiding. 

It feels like death itself is breathing down his back, his stomach twisting and turning painfully. His mouth becomes dry, and he can hear every breath Dion takes. So, this is what it feels like, to be on the sharp side of Dion’s blade.

He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing. The air becomes suffocating. 

“... it was a joke.” Ash says slowly, unable to look away from the grim reaper. A quick glance to his hands shows that they are both tightly clenched. The enemy is shivering in fear as well, worried for his own safety.

One wrong move and he’ll lose his head, it doesn’t matter if he wasn’t involved with the conversation. The fact he’s here at all spells out his doom.

This rage was different from the one that was directed towards him. He doesn’t know who the wife - you are, but at the mention of divorce, Dion became a different man. A worse man.

Did you mean that much to him? Or was it a pride thing?

“...A joke? I didn’t realize my marriage was a joke to you.” Husky and deep, your husband’s voice sends chills down the other two spines. Each step carries weight and the poor man dragged along regrets ever taking the job. 

“No, I don’t think your marriage is a joke… I’m sure she’ll open up to you. Eventually. Just a bit.” Trying to soothe the pissed man proves to be futile.

Ash doesn’t understand why Dion was so smitten with you. You were strangers prior to the engagement - only shared a space in the ballroom without interacting with each other. However, one memory that will never be erased from his mind was when the then nineteen-year-old had pointed at you with his red eyes and declared to the doctor he would marry you during a ball that took place a year ago.

Right after you and the Agriche accidentally locked eyes.

Ash always knew he was mental. Just not to this degree. 

“Listen, I’m sorry; I overstepped. Let’s just get this done - the faster we finish the faster you can return home. Maybe not into her arms, but at least you’ll see and hear her voice. Right?”

At the mention of that, the murderous man calms a little, but the looming threat of being cut down is still in the air. In the moonlight, your husband looks imposing, his red eyes glow as his short black hair moves along with the wind - all he’s missing is the scythe, standing tall and oh so close to putting his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Ash slowly lowers his hands when Dion sneers at him one last time and turns his back. Tension still in the air and in everyone’s body, they continue the walk. Each step is on the verge of being heavy, but caution prevents them from dragging their feet. The captive was soon thrown over Dion’s shoulder, the sound of dragging getting on his nerves while Ash brought up the amount of noise it made. 

The captive and Ash stare at each other in silence. He almost feels bad for the man, but the doctor quickly reminds himself that he was his employer’s enemy - if he pities him he might cave in and help. But helping would mean that Dion would cut his pay, assuming he doesn’t put him six feet under. 

Or both.

“... we’ve been walking for a bit now. Maybe you should turn around to let the man get a view. We might have taken a wrong turn.” The doctor suggests as Dion hums, considering it. He halts and drops the man who lands face first on the ground. Dirt gets in his eyes, groaning in pain as he rubs it out. 

“If you try to run I’ll cut your legs off.”

“And this is why you don’t have any friends.”

The captive listens in confusion, baffled that there’s someone who can shit talk the infamous Dion Agriche and live. A pause and he stands to his full height, a head shorter than your husband. Dusting himself off, he quivers under Dion’s sharp gaze. His voice cracks as he looks around before giving them directions. 

Or at least, attempts to. 

Swoosh 

Thud!

“Wha!?” Ash backs away as an arrow impales the imposter’s head. He falls to the ground immediately, eyes becoming lifeless. Blood pools underneath his head as some drips down his face. Dion whips his head to the right, where the arrow came from. 

Swoosh

Before it can hit him, Dion catches the arrow with his hand after rushing in to save Ash. He snaps it in two easily. The forest becomes quiet. Both men look to the right, but sense nothing. 

The Agriche feels a hit to his pride once he realizes that he had just lost his prey. His scowl deepens, and Ash squats to investigate the dead body that lays on the cold ground. 

Gently, he lifts the head, getting a good look at the fatal wound. Upon closer inspection, the head of the arrow was dipped in a purple liquid - most likely poison. He glances at the man standing behind him, but quickly returns his attention to the corpse. 

‘Not that it matters if he got hit… he’s immune to most if not all poisons. Oh, but what if he’s not immune to this one?’

The doctor mentally questions as he looks over his shoulder again. Only to be met with the sight of Dion licking the arrow head, tasting the possible poisonous liquid without a second thought. Ash blinks blankly.

‘Are all Agriches like this?’

“It’s poison -” the black haired man starts before he gets interrupted, holding the urge to throttle his employee back. It’s so tempting.

“Obviously -”

“- that’s made from Mellow light*” He finishes while he glowers at Ash. “How unfortunate. Had I known it was drenched in it I would have let it hit you.” A crooked smile plays on his lips as the redhead furrows his brows at the younger man's ‘teasing’. 

“Ha ha. That’s enough from you - what do you want to do with the body?” He looks at the corpse next to him. “Should we burn it? Or bury it?” 

“We’ll bring it with us.” Answer your husband. Without another word, he grabs the corpse by the collar of the shirt and drags it alongside him. “It’d be interesting to see their reactions.” 

Ash stays quiet. 

- - -

“Where’s the doctor and the young master?” 

“I saw them heading that way…”

“Were we abandoned?” 

“Do you honestly think they would do that? Master Lant would have a field day if the young master just up and left. Even if he’s the favorite, he wouldn’t be able to get away with doing such a thing.” 

Chatter fills the air as the soldiers scratch their heads. Stars twinkle in the night sky, and yet despite the pretty sight, only tension is present. Everyone is tense as some look around them to make sure nothing or no-one surrounds them.

“Actually,” one young man starts after he looks around, “where’s Adam? I haven’t seen him since we got back.” 

“Maybe the young master disposed of him.” One says casually.  

“Or he was eaten by a monster and that’s why the other two left - to investigate. It’s normal for them not to say anything sometimes.” Another man offers up, scratching his head despite the implication that their fellow soldier is dead somewhere.

It’s a normal occurrence they’re used to seeing rather than experiencing - it was only a matter of time until someone from their group would die in action or get disposed of by one of the Masters.

Despite their unease, they stay at the camp, weapons ready and alert about their surroundings. The night was still young and the person in charge was missing. 

- - -

They stopped at an abandoned cabin. However, like the fools they are, chatter is loud enough to be heard from outside, and a lantern was lit inside, showing the silhouettes of people through the windows. Two people stood guard outside, Dion and Ash hiding near the trees. 

“Talk about being obvious,” Ash mumbles under his breath, staring at the sight with furrowed brows. Wasn’t this a little too easy? Out in the open, did they think that the night alone would conceal their presence?

Or maybe this was a trap. Making it look too easy so attackers would act cocky or something along those lines. Acting without thinking. Makes it easy to -

“This is dull.” Dion walks out into the open, clearly having no intention of staying hidden. Unlike the swordsman, the doctor says in hiding. He sighs, shaking his head as he quietly prays for the poor souls. Three strikes of his sword and both are on the ground, dead. One with a slash to his neck and the other was pierced with Dion’s sword to his head. Their bodies fall to the ground with a ‘thud’. 

Then, he kicks the door in without warning, caution thrown into the wind, the corrupted noble acting out of character. Slowly, the doctor follows after, watching from the doorway as your husband swings his sword to slash someone’s eyes, making them blind. The Agriche jumps back when one of the men thrusts their sword with all his might towards your husband’s chest.

He deflects it easily. 

From the doorway, Ash witnesses as the younger male swipes his opponent from his feet, his booth making contact with their own, causing the enemy to trip over. Dion wastes no time in bringing his sword down, blood splattering on his boots and floor, the hem of his cloak also now stained as he kills him. There is no remorse in his red eyes. 

The doctor shivers. 

Two capable men remain. They look at the brooding figure like he was a beast - and perhaps he was, the man emotionless when it comes to his victims. Shaking in their boots, their hold on their sword’s hilts loosen. Their eyes are so wide it’s cometical.

“Remember to leave one alive,” Ash shouts from the doorway. Dion doesn’t spare him a glance as he rushes forward, and another man is killed. Blood is shed and none of it is from him. 

The man who was blind by the Agriche writhes on the floor, palms pressed against the wound as he tries to soothe it. He’s also sobbing, and for a moment, the sound reminds your husband of you.

He’s quickly ripped out of his thoughts as his opponent dashes towards him, lifting his sword and is about to bring it down before Dion just… stabs him in the chest. The sword falls to the floor with a clatter as the man cripples over in pain. Slowly, life fades from his eyes, your husband taking it upon himself to end his life faster.

The sight is reflected in scarlet eyes and their owner feels nothing. He’s all but a canvas painted a bright red, no more room for anything else to be added, black fading at the corners.

The wails of the now blind man reach his ears. He turns on his feet, realizing he should have let one of the enemies who could still see live. A blind man can only help so much with directions. 

Dion takes a quick glance around the one room cabinet only to realize one thing - there are no arrows. Whoever the archer was, they were not here. His eye twitches but he calms himself as he looks at the injured man on the floor, blood dripping from his eyes onto the wooden floor.

His steps are heavy, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Ash reaches the new victim before Dion does. He only stares, standing above him as the doctor checks out the gash. 

“F-fuck! You - you -” The nameless man stutters out before he stops to sob, the pain unbearable. Ash doesn’t blame him.

“He’ll kill you if you keep talking without permission.” A half-lie, the doctor giving your husband a look. “Just keep your mouth shut until spoken to.” Reaching into his coat's inner pocket, he brings out a small bottle full of some type of medicine. 

Dion scoffs as the doctor rinses out the wound, dusting himself off as the wails get stronger. Louder. What was the point of performing first aid? It’s not like he’ll live for long.

Without heistance, Dion kicks the man in the stomach once Ash is done ‘treating’ him. He’s getting impatient - their idiotic and poor attempt to kill him, to trick him was only making the length of his mission longer. He could be with you right now. Watching as your chest slowly rises up and down as you sleep, as his insomnia prevents him from joining you.

He could be in your shared bed by now, the only time you don’t squirm under his gaze. When he can trace the contours of your face with his eyes, wishing that he could do it with his fingers instead. 

He directs his attention back to the matter at hand. Thinking about you only distracts him.

“Talk. The longer you lie or stay quiet, the longer I’ll beat you.” Not a complete lie. He swears he’s trying to be a bit less brutal. For you.

But it’s hard when it was hardwired into his very being at a young age.

“I-I don’t -”

THWACK

Another kick to the stomach that has the man wheezing. Drool flies from his mouth as he doubles over in pain. His entire body feels wrecked, his eyes fucked for the rest of his life, no matter how short. Breathing hurts but his lungs won’t stop seeking for oxygen. The burning sensation almost makes him wish he was dead. 

“Ugh… I-I was ju-just ordered to be stationed here…” He braces himself for another kick that never comes. However, he doesn’t delude himself into thinking that the threat before him has decided to let him rest. He knows that Dion is planning something else. 

And he’s scared to find out what.

“So you’re mercenaries. Who hired you?” The interrogation continues. 

“I-I didn’t see his fa-face… he wore a ma-mask. Dark blue. A-a bit shorter th-than you." The mercenary gives details as he prays that his death will be a swift one. He knows he’s not leaving alive. 

- - -

The matter was out of their hands now. He has to report everything to Lant, and wait for further instructions. It’s a routine he hates.

He’s treated no better than a show dog.

“At least you’re almost done with the original task.” The doctor tries to be positive.

Dion doesn’t answer as he brings the blind mercenary with him. Unlike with the first one, he carries this one over his shoulder the entire trip back to camp. It’s quicker and easier, while dragging him would slow him down a bit. 

It doesn’t make him dislike it any less. 

“Surprised you kept him alive.” The doctor stares at the unconscious man as he walks behind Dion. “What about the rest of the bodies?”

“We leave them as a message,” is all your husband says. What a crude thing to do, Ash thinks. But he doesn’t comment on it further. 

By the time they reach camp, the soldiers look on in shock as their leader returns covered in splatters of blood with a man on death’s door slung over his shoulder. 

- - -

  “...you want me to do what?”

“Take the money and buy the necklace I told you about earlier. I’ll either be kicked out or they’ll run away immediately as soon as they see me.” He gestures to his messy appearance.

“Just take off your cloak! Wash your face! Besides, what will your wife think if she ever finds out I was the one who got it!? She’ll think that you’re lazy and it’ll only make her view of you worse!” 

The hunting party is on the outskirts of a town they passed by on their way to the hunting grounds. Dion stares at Ash with money in his hand, silently ordering him to take it and buy a necklace that matches your pretty and lovely eyes. 

Dion had passed through the town himself a few weeks ago while out on a different mission. Curious, he decided to check out the local jewelry store. He was only supposed to take a peek, not leave with plans to buy a certain piece. The only reason he didn’t get it right then and there was because he forgot his wallet. 

He still holds that against himself to this day. While it’s true he could have used his status as being part of the Black Clan, it didn’t sit right with him. How soft has he become?

It’s all your fault. And yet, he doesn’t hold it against you. It’s impossible to do so.

“... I suppose you’re right.” 

“Then go get it yourself!” 

The blind and unconscious mercenary is forgotten on the carriage that also holds some monster parts.  

The soldiers in the background try their best to ignore their conversation. But it’s hard when the doctor’s frustration is bursting through the streams, clearly done with their leader. While it was common knowledge among this group of how the two butt heads, it’s a secret outside of it.

For a mere common doctor to go against a child of Agriche, it would be a death sentence. Especially with his occasional condescending remark or tone that would bring punishment or even death for anyone else. However, for whatever reason, Ash Katopodis was the only one who ever lived without injury after shit talking Dion Agriche. The first time it happened, they waited with baited breath for the doctor to fall to the ground, dead. 

The second time it happened they thought it was fluke. 

Everything after that showed that he had a privilege that no-one else ever will have. It’s curious how he’s the only one. 

One time, a soldier, a stupid one, who overheard Dion’s men talk about it did try to snitch on them to Lant, hoping to bring down Dion’s reputation. Safe to say his death wasn’t quick and painless. After that, they all realized that the only reason Dion kept them around was because they knew when and how to keep their mouths shut.

Still, it was entertaining for a man below Dion in status to lose his temper with the crimson eyed noble. 

Even if they can’t hear every word. 

“Take off the cloak - oh. Right. The Agriche crest.” The sudden memory of what’s engraved into that uniform hits Ash hard. How stupid of him to barely remember.

“You there! Come over for a second.” Not waiting for Dion’s response, Ash calls over one of the soldiers. He walks over in confusion, slightly irked that a doctor dared to order him around. But due to his leader being there, he keeps his mouth shut.

“Y-yes?” The man looks at both of them with uncertainty in his eyes. Worried, he keeps himself from turning around to avoid your husband’s eyes. 

“Can you lend him your cloak? Just for a bit.” 

Dion glares daggers at Ash.

- - -

“We-welcome! How may I help you to-today?” Open twenty-four-seven, Ash watches as Dion had knocked on the door of the store, deciding to stay in his stained clothes and dirty boots while staying outside, not staining the store’s floor. How benevolent of him.

The owner, who was originally confused and slightly annoyed, quickly changed tune once he saw the two men. Since he had met Dion before, he knew who he was. Which meant his automatic fear and willingness to work with him and not send him off only made sense.

“The necklace,” Dion starts while recalling how it looks, “the simple gold one with a small (e/c) jewel in the middle - how much?” He knows it’s genuine after the first time he examined it. What he forgot was the price.

This isn’t like him. None of this is. But the second you entered his life, he’s been… different. 

The owner blinks before answering. “Oh, that one? It’s 1240 - but for you, I’ll only charge half.” Business is still business to this man, clearly. Still, seeing how it’s an Agriche who’s his customer, he doesn’t want to test his luck too much.

It’s also amazing how he memorized the price of each and every one of his goods. 

“Alright.” Dion doesn’t try to negotiate to lower the price further. Ash watches in amazement as the exchange comes to an end as the gift is placed in a small elegant blue box that’s carefully placed into his pants pocket. 

- - -

Ash left the party before reaching the Agriche estate.

Everyone else goes their own ways once everything is reported to Lant, the head of the family scowling at the news. Perhaps too tired to care much, considering the time, he dismisses everyone without incident. Everyone but Dion, that is.

“The girl didn’t leave your room today. Were you too rough before departing?” His father takes a puff from his cigar as he questions his son on a matter that frankly, doesn’t concern him. His ugly smirk only makes the context worse.

“... she’s still getting used to ‘it’.” A simple lie that has his father chuckling. It’s nails on a chalkboard, making his ears bleed. 

“Interesting. I never thought you would be that type.” One more puff after a suggestive line. “Well, it’s late - you should get some rest. Or don’t, depending on your mood. It’s not like she can deny you.” 

His hands form fists before they relax. Getting mad here wouldn’t help. Even though every fiber of his being is enraged that Lant is treating you like a sex toy - then again, in his eyes, you probably are. A nice little breeding tool given to him, his son.

He ignores the urge to give in and punch him. 

He wonders how long he’s had these violent feelings towards him.

“Yes, father.” And with that, he leaves. 

The walk to your bedroom feels longer than what it is. Too long. Even so, he doesn’t rush, knowing that you prefer it when he’s gone. A part of him does feel guilty about it, really. At times, he does consider separating himself from you physically - as long as you’re married, as long as you don’t look at anyone else, as long as you belong to him, it should have been fine.

And, truthfully, it was, at first. He was content with the knowledge that you were his wife and he was your husband. Looking from afar would sate his needs, small dinners here and there would have been better than fine. Just hearing your voice would improve his mood, and sharing a bed with you was nicer than nice. 

That day when you were sitting on the floor and fell backwards, head resting on his legs, he couldn’t help but admire your beauty. 

Although, looking back on it now, you probably took it differently.

The night where you allowed him to touch you, his fingers on the bare skin of your back, how loose you were with him, his resolve started to crumble. He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have acted in a suggestive way, either the position sending his mind places that you clearly didn’t appreciate nor agreed with. He should have gotten up the moment he was done with untying the strings and not imply he wanted to make you cum with both his words and actions.

His behavior that night only served to drive you away further. 

You both had your first time together, which was amazing - but he does regret how it went. He should have been softer, kissed you, whispered praises in your ear as he slowly, inch by inch, entered you, said you were beautiful because you were, because you are. 

But, shamefully, he was caught up in his head. Too eager to take you, to become one, his actions only worsen your impression of him. He should have been better. Instead of trying to hold himself back which only made him look disinterested, made him look selfish with sexual pleasure, he should have given in a little bit, at least with making you cum and sweet words he should have said instead of calling you cute only when you started to cry.

Maybe then, you would be more welcoming to fleeting touches and even accept a kiss to the forehead or at the very least, hold his hand. But now you only see him as a perverted creep, and no matter how hard he tries, everything only backfires on him.

He has no-one to blame but himself. 

He pauses once he reaches the bedroom doors. It’s only now does he realize he didn’t wash up - still dirty and covered in specks of blood. Dirt in his hair, he wonders if he stinks or just smells like the outside. Or maybe that would smell bad to you too.

His eyes glaze overs at the thought of you shooing him away - can’t he just spend a few minutes with you? Maybe he should just… lock you up. That way, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. You wouldn’t be able to give your attention to anyone else, if he just hid and locked you away all for himself.

A pause before he sighs through his nose. Not a good idea despite how tempting it is.

His thoughts are interrupted when his hand starts to turn the door knob without his knowing. He caves.

He’ll just take a peek. To see if you’re asleep or not. He’ll leave to wash up as soon as he sees you before going in.

Only he caves in once he sees you on the terrace, in nothing but your sleep attire. A frown pulls at his lips - it’s slightly windy - he knows this is only an excuse to get closer to you, but an obsessed man can only hold back for so long. In the beginning, he was satisfied with just being married to you. But your personality, your real one that shined through in the past, was addicting. Your skin was so warm and hair soft, and the way you  had clung to him during your first night would have eventually caught up with him, wanting to hold you in his arms again.

It didn’t have to be in a sexual manner. Your genuine sweetness was never meant for him and he knows this. But, at times, it does hurt a bit that you just don’t remember past events, no matter how small.

Quietly, by reflex, he enters the room and opens the closet to pull out a coat. The first one he sees is a gift from his mother.

Despite his distaste of it, he pulls it out regardless and walks to you. You smell nice, he thinks as he gets close enough to place the coat over your shoulders. He sees the way you tense but he still can’t stop himself from saying -

“You’re still awake.”

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Love of My Life: Part 3

Heian Era! True Form! Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Fem!Reader

A/N: I want to put an actual paragraph warning in here. Remember this is Sukuna’s story during the Heian Era, using bits and pieces from what I've researched on JJK and him during this era.

This chapter shows INTENSE GRUESOME SCENES including torture, psychological torture, abuse, massacres, etc!!!! This is a DARK THEME story, it is meant as a work of FICTION and its 18+ ONLY MDNI!!!!

Warnings: strong language, violence, mention of mass murder, generational trauma, complicated family dynamics, family abuse, murder, emotional turmoil and abuse, sadistic tendencies, corruption of power, dark themes, burning down villages, murder, masochistic tendencies, forced drowning, mutilated bodies, sadistic behavior, bodily harm, mentions of blood, sex scenes. smut (lmk if I missed any!)

WC: 14K

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Part 2 || Final

Your mothers shrill of horror ripped through the halls of your home, your fathers curses and refusal filled as the sobs continued to fill the room. You felt everything echo around you as you soaked in the gravity of his words. You stared at him with wide eyes. Of all the things that you expected of him, you’d never expected him to ask you to marry him. 

“You’re insane!”, you heard your father exclaim. 

“Please! Please no! Not my Y/n! She’s the only daughter I have please!”, your mothers begs fell on deaf ears. 

“Call off her betrothal to Zetsubou Zen’in and announce to the realm that she is to be wed to me.”, his declaration hung heavily in the air, the word echoing through the opulent hallways of your home. 

Was this his declaration of love for you? 

“She’ll marry me in front of the entire realm along with the remainder of the Three Families to bear witness to our union.

The silence that fell over your home left you anxious, not because he wanted you to marry him, but because you didn’t know if your father would outburst and it would result in his death. You felt the words leave your mouth before that could even happen. 

“I’ll do it”, you whispered. Watching as your mother threw herself at Sukuna’s feet. You felt embarrassed by her actions yet you understood her shock. You could sense her desperation as it swirled around her like a hovering cloud of doom. 

“Get out of our home!”, your father’s voice boomed out, full of fury and disbelief. He was testing his luck, pushing the boundaries of decorum and safety. Even you could sense that his anger might set Sukuna off to tip the balance dangerously close to violence. 

“I’ll do it!”, you raised your voice, the entire room looking back at you. Your mothers frantic eyes meeting yours and your father staring at you in disbelief. “I’ll marry you.”

You watched as your mother stared at you in a heartbreaking shock, her sob ripping through the room once again. Your father looked like he would pass out from the shock mixed with his anger. His face drained of color, his eyes looking between you and Sukuna with disbelief and disgust. 

Sukuna’s expression remained inscrutable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—satisfaction, perhaps, or a darker emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“Y/n, no! You don’t have to do this! There has to be another way, F/n!”, your mother’s shrills almost pushed you over the edge. You hated how little composure she had, but you couldn’t blame her lack of backbone, she was everything you never wanted to become. She had been in the same position as you, born into a family with nothing but impossible expectations and forced her to marry your father out of greed and political gain. Unlike you, she accepted her fate and allowed herself to fall victim to her family’s abuse. She was quiet, agreeable, and pathetic. You loved her, but a part of you hated how weak she was. She was much more put together when you were a child, now it seemed like she was just scraping by. 

“I suggest you quiet that woman of yours before I blow her head off”, your eyes snapped towards him, the disbelief in his words making your eyes fill with anger. He smirked, he didn’t realize how much he liked to see you riled up until witnessing this just now. 

Your father shouted at your mother to stand, her shaky legs barely holding her up as she tried to keep her composure. 

“Now, I suggest you get to work, L/n. You have a lot of work to do before our ceremony”, Sukuna smirked, walking over to you and placing a gentle hand on your cheek. Your eyes glossed over in a silent gratitude that only he could place. His thumb caressed your cheek softly, his body relaxed while his eyes soaked in yours. The way he looked at you now was different—a mix of arrogance and something softer, an unspoken understanding that only you could decipher.

“I look forward to forever with you, my bride.”, he said in an ominous tone, but you knew he was putting up a show. There was a gentleness that laced his tone that only you could hear, all while your father stared in silent anger. His hand dropped as he turned to leave, the room still heavy with his presence as he disappeared out of the house. 

You watched your mother drop to her knees once again, her sobs filling the room with her head in her hands, the maids rushed to her side, their attempts to console her lost in the torrent of her grief. You let out a breath, calming yourself from the tension but smiled to yourself. 

He was helping you break free. 

You stayed still as you heard your father’s curses, his energy spiraling out of control as he turned towards you. 

“How dare you?!”, he yelled with a fury of a hundred jujustu sorcerers. “Did you seduce that son of a bitch? Why is he in our home!”

You stood in silence, shock overcoming you as your energy swirled into anger. 

“That day you got injured, you lured him in didn’t you? Now he wants you as his bride, do you have any idea what you’ve just done! You’ve damned us all!” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to grasp the situation. 

“Y/n, please!”, your mother’s cries ripped through as you looked over at her, the maid still holding onto her in comfort. “Say you won’t marry him, please say you won’t accept his proposal”, the tears that streamed down her face were filled with fear, weakness, and uncertainty. 

“I..”, you watched as she stumbled over to you, falling into your arms as she gripped your kimono tightly. 

“Please! You’re my only daughter, you can’t let him take you away from us. H-he’ll kill you, he’ll force you to bear him sons, heirs for his kingdom and then he’ll kill you!” she choked as she sobbed hysterically. 

The shock that flooded your veins burned like fire, but the pain in your heart left by your father burned even more. If you refused him, you’d become a slave to your father, to Zetsubou, to the Zen’ins, and if you went with him then… he’d be helping you leave all of this behind forever. 

“I can’t let our family burn into nothing.”, you whispered before turning to your father. “You were the one who said I need to fulfil my duty and marry a strong sorcerer, to pass down my technique for the better of our family. Is Sukuna not the strongest this realm has to offer? Is he not the opening we need to gain a greater claim?”

“You’re insolent and full of naivety if you believe he’s the one to give us our claim. Our claim is to be gained through the Zen’ins not through some blood thirsty, power hungry monster.”, your father bit out through clenched teeth, his hands fisting with anger. 

“Do you truly want to deny the King of Curses? Knowing he could kill us all and erase us completely from this world?”, you tried to reason, feeling a tug of energy inside of you, your eyes widening slightly. 

Sukuna was waiting outside. 

You believed it for you, but with the recent events you knew he was making sure you were okay. 

“So how do I explain this to the Zen’ins? To the realm!”

“Swallow your pride and stand in solidarity. If they fear Sukuna, they’ll fear you for giving me as his bride. You will have great power having his as the next head of our house and his own claim. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?! Power?!”, you raised your voice, your lip shaking slightly. “You could have it all, why do you care so much about what the realm thinks when our family has one of the most powerful techniques, you should hold yourself to a far higher regard than you do. That’s why they see us as weak.” 

Your father stared in deadly silence, your words lingering in the air as his vision turned red and the room stood still. You watched him as the seconds ticked by, seeing his face contort from anger, to relaxed, to contemplation. 

You furrowed your brows, feeling Sukuna’s energy lessen as it remained neutral. 

Was your father starting to understand? Could he see the power Sukuna was giving him in order for you to gain your freedom or was he simply being foolish by denying himself and your family of being attached to Sukuna’s name? 

“Clean up this mess.”, your father spit at the maids, turning and whispering to another to go fetch his counsel. The maid nodded before he retreated into the house and disappeared. 

Your mother still clung to you pathetically as you stared at the empty space where your father stood, feeling Sukuna’s energy disappear entirely as you helped your mother to her feet. He was gone. 

You helped the maids get your mother to bed, helping calm her down before she took a nighttime tea to help her sleep. Once she was finally settled and asleep, you took a deep breath and looked around the now eerily quiet room. Sukuna’s presence had vanished entirely, leaving you with a deep sense of anxiety about what would come next.

As you stared at the empty space where your father had stood, you couldn’t help but feel a gnawing unease about your father’s next move. What would he do in these circumstances? How would he react to the sudden shift in power dynamics and your impending marriage to Sukuna?

With a final, resolute glance around the room, you steeled yourself for the uncertain path ahead. The choices you made now would shape not only your own future but the fate of your family as well.

The silence consumed the air, holding everyone present in a deathly chokehold as you stood before the entirety of the realm along with the Four Families and their clans. You stood tall, eyes empty as you heard your father’s words echoing into the night just two days after Sukuna had shown up to your home and asked for your hand in marriage. He had called his counsel and navigated the situation with them for an entire day, calling his grand meeting in the sacred place of meetings so the entirety of the realm could come, many traveling overnight to make time for the meeting. Your father had called the meeting almost too short on time, perhaps trying to meet the demands of the King of Curses, but as he stood at the head of the field on the stone slightly raised above the rest of the ground, and projected his voice through the woods, the silence sounded deadly. 

You looked out at the people’s faces. There were men who looked outraged, angry, and in disbelief while the women had faces contorted in horror, disgust, and despair. You watched as some of the villagers covered their mouths to hold back the screams of shock rising through their throats, others with tears streaming down their faces as they held onto one another to keep from collapsing onto the ground. 

Then, in one moment, the silence broke into an onslaught of screaming and yelling, different accusations, denials, and hatred being spilled from the people in the field. 

“No!”, one woman rang out, a Gojo Family seal on her clothes as she fell to her knees and started praying. “Don’t take her from us! She’s Innocent!”

“You’re a coward, L/n!” a man from the Kamo Family screamed, his eyes filled with a fury as the men around him started to yell with him. “You let that monster take your daughter?!”

“He’ll torture her!” 

“She’ll give birth to devils!”

“He’s brainwashed her!”

“The King of Curses is stealing the princess of peace, he’s going to steal her ability!”

“She’ll be wed to a monster!”

The prayers for your salvation rang low as the screams of the villagers filled the air, the cries of women making you feel like you were being forced into this. They didn’t know you’d accepted Sukuna’s proposal, but that wouldn’t be something they needed to know. You looked over at your father, watching as he remained as cool and collected as possible but deep down you knew he was feeling embarrassed, like a failure. This was not the reaction he expected from the realm. You followed his eyes line, watching as it fell down below where the Three families sat, specifically, the Zen’in leader with a wrath inside of him that could destroy a village. 

You stood in front of all of them, no regret in your heart as you wore a red ceremonial gown and looked into the depths of the vacant air, feeling his energy all the way from the other side of the forest. You didn’t care how many of them cursed his name, or how many begged for forgiveness and salvation, you wanted him and nothing more than to be at his side. Some claimed he manipulated you, was forcing you into a marriage for his own gain, but they didn’t know him like you did. They would never know him in the way you did. 

Everything under the sun was being thrown out at both you and your family, your father standing proud but his eyes full of shame. Your mother’s eyes red from the crying, her muffled sobs and tears streaming down her face as she stood behind your father. You didn’t want to invalidate their worries, but deep down you knew you’d be okay with Ryomen. You held no regret in your choice to marry him, you only hoped your family would be safe from ruin. 

You had tuned out all of the voices around you, letting yourself feel Sukuna’s energy from the miles away on the other side of the woods. Although he was far off, you felt him like he was standing right next to you, his energy wrapped around you like a protective blanket. 

I’ll be here. 

The vibration traveled through your body, understanding the silent meaning behind his aura. You watched as your father’s counsel started to speak out, dismissing the meeting and sending the information of the wedding and calling for their attendance or to face the consequences of the King of Curses. Who were they to refuse the demands of the Ryomen Sukuna?

You followed behind your father, watching as the Zen’in leader and his counsel followed back to your family’s home. The silence felt deadly once again, the spinning of energy felt overwhelming, almost too strong and unstable. The silence wouldn’t last long as the Zen’in leader finally spoke. 

“You think… you can break off our contract so easily, L/n?”, his voice was laced with venom, the poison dripping from his lips. “You owe us!”

“Do you truly believe I had a say in this? It was the monster who forced my hand!”, your father spit back in equal malice. 

“You are foolish if you think you will gain anything from this! She will be nothing more than his whore!”, the Zen’in leader boomed. “At least with our name she would be worth something! You break the contract we made L/n! You promised my son a wife, not a concubine who is running off with that disgusting damn thing!”

You flinched at his words, your gut churning as you held your composure in front of the Zen’in leader. You stared blankly at the wall as they continued to fight, holding your tears back at the intent in his words.

“What do you expect me to do? Tell the son of a bitch no? He would have killed us all, then your son would have been without a wife anyway!”

“You said she would give my son all the heirs he needed, she would give up her claim and pass down her technique with the Zen’in clan's Ten Shadows Technique! You have debts to pay, L/n. Either find a way to pay them to us or we will find a way to take it by force. Even if it means she still births a Zen’in heir.”

You felt yourself wanting to vomit. How much was your father hiding from your village, from your mother, from you? He signed a binding contract, he signed away your right to your autonomy, he sold you to produce heirs for the Zen’ins. Not even to carry your own familial name forward, but to benefit a different family. 

Just then, the door slammed open, your eyes flickering to the door as you watched Zetsubou walk into the room. “You!”, his voice lowered an octave, deeping as he tried to launch at your father. “You are an ignorant coward! You’re letting that monster take my bride!”

“Zetsubou, enough.”, his father forced. Zetsubou’s dark eyes were filled with anger, his body overwhelmed with negative energy. 

Zetsubou then turned towards you, his eyes might’ve been a dark hue, but right then you swore you saw them turn into a bloodied red. He walked towards you, his hand reaching out, halting completely before touching you. 

The entire room's energy shifted dramatically, the ice cold sensation flooded everyone’s veins as they felt time stand so still that you could hear a pin drop. 

“Lay a hand on her and I’ll blow your fucking head off.”, his eyes widened at the sound of Sukuna’s deathly calm voice in his ear, his body towering over Zetsubou as he stayed frozen in place, too frightened to move even the slightest inch. 

Zetsubou’s father, your father, and the maids all stood still in shock and fear. Your glance watching as Sukuna’s face was barely a breath away from Zetsubou’s, his forehead basically on his skin as his eyes bore into his soul. You could see the panic in Zetsubou’s eyes, the sweat dripping on his forehead. 

Almost like it was planned, a burst of red exploded from Zetsubou’s body, his father staring in wide-eyed shock as he watched his son’s hand get completely blown off by the King of Curses. Zetsubou’s agonizing cry filled the room as one of the maids left the room in a panic, her body exploding into nothing, Sukuna’s annoyance being taken out on the bodies in this room. 

Everybody except yours. 

“Now.”, his deep voice echoed in the silence of the room. “What’s this about… birthing another man’s heir?”

The silence was deafening, none of the men in the room dared to speak as Zetsubou’s muffled grunts of pain came from his place on the floor, the remaining maids holding back tears after seeing their friend get killed. Though you disregarded her, she was the one who’d filled your head about Sukuna and his concubines. Now you had no doubt what your position was in his claim. 

“Huh, now no one wants to speak.”, he narrowed his eyes. “You sure had a lot to say a few seconds ago. Where did your confidence go, Zen’in?”

A wicked smile came across his face, laughing as he met the older Zen’in’s eyes. “Let’s hear you say it again, I didn’t catch that the first time.”

Even in all his power, all his glory, the Zen’in leader was rendered speechless. Sukuna’s hand started to twitch, your body sending a signal of halt to him.

Ryomen.

He stopped, his body standing upright and backing away. “Hm. Pitiful.” he muttered as he looked at Zetsubou on the ground being tended to by one of the maids. His eyes met yours in understanding, your heart clenching at the sight of him. 

He gave you a final look before turning to your father. 

“Don’t leave me waiting.”

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The days leading up to your wedding passed quickly, your days being filled with arrangements and rush measurements for your wedding gown while your nights were spent yearning for Sukuna. You hadn’t seen him since that day your father made his announcement to the realm. You couldn’t feel his energy in proximity, wondering if he’d gone back to his territory until the wedding. You stared out at the dark sky, the moon at its fullest as it shone on the homes around you. There was a full moon tonight, which means it would be the same tomorrow, though the moon was a light shade of red. 

A Blood moon. 

It looked beautiful. 

You turned in your bed, letting yourself sleep before the next morning. You were marrying him tomorrow. You would gain the freedom you always wanted, something Sukuna could only give you. 

The wedding was extravagant, beautiful, and serene. It would make any bride jealous had it been a regular union, but in this case everyone saw the beautiful and extravagant wedding as a farewell to your life as a L/n. A beautiful send off for a beautiful bride. 

Unconventionally beautiful, the ceremony defied tradition in every way. Sukuna, in his massive, imposing form, wore a ceremonial kimono that hugged his figure perfectly, making him look devastating to you, but like a monster to everyone else. While you were expected to wear a white, pure kimono, he wore a dark black one. Almost like it was showcasing the contrast in your relationship, the existence of your dichotomy. The vast array of witnesses, gathered in anticipation, awaited your arrival with bated breath.

The energy in the room was a palpable mix of awe and trepidation, amplified by the delicate strains of music that filled the air. The melody signaled your entrance, an orchestral blend that was both serene and haunting. Everyone turned, watching as you walked into the open field, the crowd’s collective gaze fixed upon you, their eyes wide with a mix of admiration and curiosity. The field was adorned with vibrant flowers and elegant decorations, setting a scene that was both idyllic and surreal. 

Your body dressed in a white kimono to symbolize your family name and your purity, a red and gold headpiece beautifully placed on your head. The white symbolizing  the L/n family name, flowed gracefully as you moved. The intricate red and gold headpiece atop your head was a masterpiece in itself, reflecting the sunlight and casting a soft, ethereal glow around you. Your face had minimal powders on it, showing off your natural beauty as you approached what would be the altar. 

Sukuna stood waiting, his gaze unwavering as he watched you approach. His demeanor, while still intimidating, was tempered with a sense of admiration, something only you could sense from his being as it radiated off of him in gentle waves. The deep hum that emanated from him was a subtle acknowledgment of your beauty and the gravity of the moment. His eyes, a fierce crimson, softened as they met yours. In that fleeting moment, you saw a flicker of something— a hint of something deeper. It was a rare glimpse of emotion from the King of Curses, a testament to the significance of what was unfolding.

You were beautiful, regal, elegant, and all of you belonged to him. 

You rose your head, your e/c eyes meeting his deep red ones. You could see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, your own brightening at the sight of him. He looked devastating, looked like someone that you knew only you would fall so deeply for. You soaked in his appearance, and although you hated it, he went for a natural appearance opposed to his true form. You knew it was because it would help make the matrimony look less monstrous and help the realm not feel sorry for your decision in marrying him. You’d never feel sorry though. 

You wanted this more than anything.

It meant freedom, it meant living with him at your side, it meant getting to experience everything you never would have had you married anyone else. 

He cherished you more than anyone knew, he held you in his hand like a delicacy while everyone else assumed that you were forced into this marriage. You felt your heart swell at the thought that you would soon gain the power your father had always wanted but could never achieve. In your own way, it was to spite him. To spite the L/n name and to have control over the realm as you took your place next to Sukuna. 

You didn’t see this marriage as a way to gain power, you saw it as the pathway to freedom, away from being forced to develop your energy and technique, a way to leave behind your father’s insistent training of making a domain. You believed you were gifted but you didn’t believe being abused for his own gain was worth the trade off to be a part of the Four Families. You would rather sit as naive as a normal human than be forced into a life of obligation, of reputation, and living up to the ancestral name. With Sukuna, you had it all in the palm of your hand without even trying. 

Murmurs of disapproval filled the air, ceasing quickly when Sukuna’s dark glare met the audience. His eyes held a certain level of power that it left everyone cowering in their seats. The entire realm was present and no matter how much they wanted to flee from the presence of the King of Curses, the fear of him killing them was far greater than their discomfort. 

The keeper slowly read off from the pages in his trembling hands, Ryomen’s eyes focused on you as he soaked in your beauty. It was no secret to the jujutsu world that you were beautiful, coveted by many yet only belonging to one. To him. It filled him with pride. You were beautiful, intelligent, talented, strong, and in the midst of everything you had a gentle, kind heart that seemed to show grace more than necessary. 

When you smiled up at him, he felt content. He ignored the soft gasps from the crowd, he didn’t give a damn about the measly sorcerers who thought they were better than every other being. He could easily exterminate every last one of them, they were foolish to openly disapprove of your union considering how easy it would be for him to decimate each of them. 

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, your skin flawlessly covered in light powder to highlight your features. His attention drew to your lips as you said a soft and confident ‘I do’ after he did. His hands reach for yours as a soft smile spreads across your lips, your body moving forward and soaking in his warmth. 

The two of you met in a life bonding kiss, sharing a moment of contentment and love as Ryomen held your body close to his, your e/c eyes meeting his as you smiled against him. He was soft, gentle with you when he’d been brutal, intense, overwhelmingly powerful with everyone else. You were the weakness he hadn’t ever wanted but gained anyway. 

You felt your souls intertwine, your energy becoming one with his as you felt his heart beat in time with your own. Your body felt on fire, your heart felt whole, you felt like his. 

The entire realm stood shakily, applauding the marriage but the joy and celebration would never reach their hearts as they saw this marriage as one that was doomed from the start. They would never accept this marriage as official but who were they to dictate the validity of your marriage when you were so deep in him that it didn’t matter. 

His energy intertwined with yours, the mix of power and emotion tangled into one form, one being that held the intensity of your feelings for each other. A bond of neverending admiration and what you would consider love. He didn’t need to say the words out loud for you to know what he felt for you was deep in the marrow in his bones, his actions showing you just how much he was willing to give just to make you happy.

Late that night, after returning to his home, the both of you stayed wrapped up in one another, Sukuna touching you gently as he laid you in his silk sheets and prepared your body. He touched and kissed you everywhere, leaving small marks on your skin as he gently removed your clothes. He knew you were still a virgin, your body hadn’t been touched by another man and it gave him a sense of pride knowing he’d be the first and only. You were sensitive to everything, your exterior might’ve been well composed but he unraveled you in every way he knew how to. 

The two of you consummate your marriage, your body under his as he moved against you, his lips whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he treated your body gently. He moved against you gently but the rawness in his voice as he groaned showed his desire to move faster, rougher, he wanted to mark you and ensure everyone in the realm knew who you belong to. Your moans were like heaven to him as he fucked you into oblivion, moving slow and thoroughly to ensure your body felt every inch of his desire for you. 

His body hovered over yours, his arms flexing as he drove himself deeper into you, trying to feel every inch of you as he moaned in your ear and you in his. Your cries fueled him, led him to thrust into you even more as your nails dug into his arm in pleasure. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so helpless under your touch, but he wanted to feel that way with you, all the time. Your fragile form pressed against his, your toes curling as the pass of his teeth on your neck leaving small love bites as you moaned. One of his hands wrapped itself in your delicate hair, letting him breathe you in as you drove him to the edge. Your body was made for him, every part of you belonged and fit into his body perfectly. Your mouth met him in a delicate, yet sloppy kiss, groaning against him as he continued to snap his hips into you. 

When you pulled away, you pushed him off of you slightly, his body moving back and showcasing his abs on full display as you moved him out of you and onto his back. Sukuna watched as you lay kisses on his chest, moving your body on top of his as he watched you lower yourself onto him, his groans ringing out through the halls of his bedroom. Your body moved in delicate circles, his hands gripping your hips as he helped you set a rhythm. You cried as you felt every inch of him inside of you, your breasts moving gently as you rocked your hips against his. You drove him absolutely insane. You were going to unravel him and he wanted you to feel every bit of his seed inside of you. Your form just looked… perfect on his. You truly were made for him. 

He sat up, wrapping two of his arms around you while another tangled in your hair and kissed you roughly, the other holding onto the frame of the bed as he drove his hips up into you, your mouth forcing your moans down his throat. He bit your lip, pulling you into a deeper embrace as his hold on your hips grew tighter, his kisses sloppier, and his hips snapped sharper. He was close, but he wanted you to unravel with him. He could tell you were close with the way your body trembled, your nails digging into his arm as he continued to fuck you deep. 

It wasn’t until your cries slipped into his mouth and your grip on him got tighter that he continued to drive into you, his hips rolling as yours kept in sync with his. He knew you had just reached your climax and he was close to his. He bit your neck, his hand on the back of your neck and pulled your head to the side gently as he sucked on the skin and bit down. No doubt leaving a dark mark claiming you as his. 

His hips snapped in a final move, his seed filling you as you shook against his body, his hips still moving as he pushed every last bit inside of you. Your moans and ragged breath mixed with the hot air in the room, the sweat sticking to both of your bodies as you lay limp against him. Sukuna was still inside of you, breeding you almost as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

After a few minutes, he lifted you from him, laying you onto the sheets as he reached for the bucket of water and a towel to clean your body. He wiped every sensitive part carefully, playing gentle kisses on every inch of your body as he went. He took in the dark, purple bruises that were starting to form on your neck and the marks of his grasp on your hips, waist, thighs, and neck starting to form. Perhaps he’d been too rough. He needed to be careful with you.

Regardless of how much you allowed him to completely mark and claim every piece of you, you were still fragile and weaker than he was. He couldn’t let himself get out of hand when it came to fucking you. 

The both of you laid wrapped in his sheets, his energy casting a veil over his home to keep your energy focused in the four walls of the bedroom. The less outsiders could sense your energy, the better. It wasn’t uncommon for the sorcerers in the nearby territories to come after him, in fact he expected it almost on a daily occurrence. Today would not be one of those days. He refused to let anyone get close to the both of you in such vulnerable states. 

You were his now and he was yours.

Heart, body, soul. And energy. 

There was nothing in this realm that could keep him from you, nothing that could strip you away from him.

While you stayed by his side, he ensured no other living being could even come close enough to you to even consider harming you without facing the consequences of his wrath. That was far worse than any revenge or hit other sorcerers could ever think of carrying out. 

You’d spent the better part of your marriage training, getting stronger in order to continue your growth as a jujutsu sorcerer. You kept your strength, but lost all interest in creating a domain. You wanted to be strong in your ability but because you wanted to, not because you were being forced into it like you once were by your father. 

Your time spent with Sukuna wasn’t gray either. 

You’d spend some days wandering in the woods, taking in the creatures and the natural ambiance of the woods, letting yourself become one with the energy and living beings around you as you walked through the trees and let your feet brush on the grass. He enjoyed those mornings walking through the path that led to a lake in the middle of the forest, one that would result in you soaking your feet just to bask in the fresh, cool sensation of the water. Most times the both of you would get in and swim around together, something your mother would’ve called inappropriate for an heir of an honorable family. It was your favorite thing to do, and Sukuna would bask in the water with you, both of you wrapped in one another regardless of how exposed you were. You knew he’d always protect you from everything and everyone who’d want to hurt you. 

You trusted him with the entirety of your being and soul. He was the strongest sorcerer in this realm and could kill a hundred sorcerers at once if he truly wanted. There was nothing that could get past him or over power him that would result in you getting hurt. That much was true. 

Over the weeks, you’d grown accustomed to his visits to other territories, leaving your shared home under a protective veil so you wouldn’t be exposed to potential threats, hiding your presence from the realm entirely while he was away.

He’d often come back from his own endeavors, wrapping himself in you and breathing you in as he went from the heartless, masochistic killer to protective, possessive husband. You knew he was unhinged, sadistic, and had a sense of little to no morality but you saw a deeper side to him. He’d be selfless only with you, careful and protective, soft and held you like you were porcelain. In this world, they couldn’t change your feelings towards him. 

For you he’d burn the world down, he’d make you the queen of his underground ruling and burn the world to a crisp for you. You wanted him to kill someone, done. You wanted him to help you seek revenge, consider it finished. You wanted him to toy with your enemies and make them fight to the death, anything for you. In hidden ways, your sense of morality slowly shifted, your hatred for weaker sorcerers with no will power or care for their ability to possess cursed energy had grown. how could something as special as being able to use cursed energy be wasted on such weak individuals? You were kind, gentle, and empathetic, but you were also intelligent and philosophical. Cursed energy should be used for something, and have meaning behind it. Yet these people saw it as a curse, something to let go to waste. it angered you to no end. 

So when you asked for a favor, he happily obliged. 

He’d disappeared for the whole day, his journey to a village in the outskirts of the Kamo territory lasting deep into the evening as scout reports recounted the burning of an entire village in the south. The entire village was filled with weak, boring sorcerers. They had sent men to your family for your courting, something you remember vividly as you overheard the men drinking at a nearby town when you were passing through with your guards, hearing the crude and brutal things they wanted to do to you. The detailed words and scenarios they had laid out for one another left you feeling disgusting, like they only saw you as some fuck toy they could use to gain power and claim to the realm. They were weak, pathetic, and lazy yet they believed themselves to be worthy of your time and hand in marriage. 

Killing just three of them wasn’t enough for you. 

You wanted the entire village gone and so he did just that for you. He saved the three men last, letting them soak in the horror of what was happening around them as Sukuna overwhelmed them into submission, later forcing them to walk into the lake on just the outside of the village. One of them refused and caused Sukuna to grow annoyed, using his energy to force his body to submerge under the water and force him under until his lungs burned with water and he drowned. The other two men stared in horror as Sukuna glared with his red eyes, his presence burning red and dark as they walked into the water, the cursed energy forcing them under as Sukuna watched their bodies thrash under the weight of his energy. He’d torture them to hell for ever thinking they deserved you, for treating you like a common whore. 

You were a rarity, something to be cherished. 

He wouldn’t let bastards like them ever talk about or treat you in such a way. 

He watched as their bodies stopped moving, holding them under for another few minutes before releasing his energy, looking up at the sky to notice the setting of the sun as he returned to you. He wanted nothing more than to be with his wife. Your presence brought a calm over him as he walked through the woods, your home coming into view after almost an hour of his journey.

You stood in the kitchen, he watched as you talked with one of his followers, Uraume, as she left a bag full of tea for after dinner. You thanked her softly before turning to look at Sukuna who quickly dismissed the white haired sorcerer. She left after bowing to both you and Sukuna, leaving only the two of you in your home. 

“Kuna, we were talking”, you whispered as he walked over to you, his body slowly morphing into his true form just for you, just the way you always wanted it to be. Two of his arms wrapped around you, the other two grabbing your face as he leaned down and captured your lips in a warm kiss. Your body melted into his, his warmth radiating off of him as he gripped your waist a little tighter. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours as his deep voice broke the silence. 

“I don’t care.”, he muttered. “My time with you is valuable. I expect them to treat it as such.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away from him before he grabbed you from behind, his lips kissing the curve of your neck. Your skin felt like it was on fire. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, causing you to let out a soft moan under his touch. Fuck, it drove him crazy. He’d want to hear the sound of your moans and mewls forever. 

“Ryo..”, you forced out, trying to form a coherent sentence. “W-what are you doing?”

His breath was warm on your neck. “I took care of our little pest problem.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes snapping to meet him in a wide eyed stare. “You mean you..”

“Yes.”, he said in a short tone. 

You smiled at him with warm eyes, your gratitude shining through as you met your lips with his, kissing him in a deep kiss. Your eyes opened to meet his dark red ones, your body reacting to him in such a way that left you wondering if you even had any control over your own body any more. He truly did do what he could to keep you happy, maybe it made you a bit twisted but you had gotten what you always wanted: to stop caring. 

He let you indulge in your darkest thoughts, sometimes even entertaining your ideas and contemplating making them a reality. Though deep down he knew you held too much empathy regardless of your anger and hatred for people who had wronged you. It made you so different from his own way of thinking. 

The both of you ended the night with warm food that Uraume had prepared, leaving it for you on the table as the both of you sat and ate the contents. It was a warm stew, filled with beef and vegetables, something that was simple but still delicious. Uraume always made the best stews. She had been around since before your marriage to Sukuna, always being a loyal devotee to him and his goal to take over the realm. 

Deep into the night, the both of you laid in bed, wrapped in the sheets as you traced his tattoos with your fingers, letting yourself bask in his warmth and protective energy. Silent nights were the best part of your moments with him, it made you feel connected on a deeper level. Almost like you could see every part of him under the lens of vulnerability. He was gentle and calm, relaxed and laid-back, something that you had pride in knowing you’d be the only one to experience that side of him. 

His hand played with your hair, stroking the pieces back as he lifted a strand and twirled it gently in his fingers. He felt your energy lessen, dissipating into a soft aura signaling your slumber. His energy mingled with yours, almost like you pulled him into you like a siren. He felt the intensity of his energy lure him closer to sleep, his four arms wrapping around you as he let himself breathe you in, basking in the comfort of your fresh scent before drifting into sleep with you. 

Nights of peace forever embedded into the very marrow of his existence.

Peace was never long lasting, not when he was constantly being hunted by the sorcerers in the territories across the realm. Many of them traveled for days to seek him out, oftentimes failing in their quest to take him out of the realm entirely. He was no stranger to the target he had on his back at all times, it was what made him need to constantly stay at the top of the ranks when it came to manifesting and controlling his cursed energy. There were times when he would meet sorcerers that could match a fraction of his power, giving him a difficult time in fights but would never be able to land a killing blow. Injuries were the worst of his encounters and when these moments happened, it would leave him wandering back home with blood dripping off his body. 

Today was one of those days. 

Sukuna had gone off to patrol near the east border, seeking out a cursed object for his collection, the concept still new to the world of jujutsu. It wasn’t often strong sorcerers poured their energy into cursed objects but when they did, he wanted to consume it all in order to gain more power and rise in his strength. Seemingly, other sorcerers had the same idea as him to go after the cursed object, leading to confrontation and being surrounded by 20 men who seemed to hold high levels of cursed energy. Two of them radiated the energy of innate cursed techniques. He could sense the waves coming off of them as the group of men went after him. 

He did well as he used his energy to protect himself, killing half of the men in a single blow, the waves radiating off of him and causing the atmosphere to grow cold as the blood soaked the ground they stood on. Two of the men tried to flee but Sukuna raised a hand, slicing their necks and their bodies toppling to the ground. The rest of the men charged at him with different weapons, one holding a katana that was imbued with cursed energy and managed to get a hit at him in the abdomen. Sukuna felt the sting in his flesh, cursing as he poured the controlled energy back and breaking the man’s spine, the bone protruding through his back as he fell to the ground dismembered. 

His crimson eyes focused on the two innate users, watching as their energy radiated into a ball of energy that grew in power by the second. His energy was strong enough to defend against them, but the hit from the katana left him at a significantly lower level of performance than he would normally be at. His annoyance was making his energy levels rise, he could sense the doubt within the innate users, their eyes looking at one another before they tried to find a way to escape.

His eyes burned red, the irritation at being injured by peasants coursed through him that when the innate users tried to attack, he mustered his energy and cleared through their bodies in a swift slice. The power cut from their hips across to their shoulders, the top half off their bodies sliding off the bottom as their intestines fell onto the ground and their bodies collapsed lifeless onto the leaves of the wood’s ground. 

He watched their lifeless bodies in disgust and irritation, turning towards his home as he left his residual energy on the ground, ensuring other sorcerers would find it and be able to stay away from taking another hit towards him. 

He wandered through the territories, his side still bleeding as one of his hands pressed onto it to keep it from getting worse. When he reached the door to your home, you heard him enter, your heart dropping at the sight of him injured. 

“Ryomen, what happened?”, you asked as you walked towards him, grabbing one of his hands as you looked at his wound. “What.. who did this?”

“Some lowlife peasants.”, he growled. “Fucking gutted them alive.”

You furrowed your brows as you walked over to the bucket of water on the table, wetting a small rag and walking back to him. He lifted his arm as you moved his robe out of the way to clean the wound, taking in how his flesh was red, bloodied, and irritated. 

“How did they..”

“Katana imbued with cursed energy.”, he said simply, hissing at the feeling of the cloth touching his wound. You carefully moved the cloth away, grabbing some of the wrapping you had in the bedroom for wounds, and wrapping him up to ensure the wound wouldn’t bleed again. “They know they can’t win in a fight with just cursed energy, they need to use weapons?”, you said in an angry tone. “The jujutsu sorcerers in the villages are cowards.”

“Y/n”, he muttered. “They’re aware that they’re weak.”

You looked at him, a wave of concern coursing through you as he met your gaze. “They won’t kill you. They should know that already.”

“Y/n”

“They’re just like the Four Families, thinking they can get at the strongest by taking cheap shots. How does that make them any better than those who use pure, raw, cursed energy? If anything it makes them weak and worthless.”, you rambled. It wasn’t often he would hear you upset with other human beings or sorcerers, but when you did show the angry side of yourself it left him intrigued. You were considered the Princess of Peace yet deep down you held the rage of a warlord ready for battle. He knew it could easily be explained by the abuse you dealt with in your home, your father’s ignorance costing him the only thing that made his family have a claim within the realm. 

“Y/n”, Sukuna muttered again. You met his gaze again, your eyes observant as you waited for him to speak. “I need you to do something.”

“Yeah?’”, you voice wobbled a tiny bit, barely noticeable but he caught it right away. 

“I need you to stay here when I’m out.”, he said finally. 

“What? Why?”, your brows furrowed, his body standing to its full height as he raised a hand to cup your cheek. 

“The realm knows you’re my wife. You don’t think they would stop at nothing to somehow get to you? To take you from me?”, his thumb rubbed your cheek softly, your eyes filled with emotion. 

He had contemplated the fact for the past few weeks, perhaps even since your marriage. You were his wife, the one he claimed as his in front of the entirety of the Four Families and every representative of the villages across the realm. He knew instead of making you untouchable, some ignorant and ballsy bastard would try and make the hit while you wore the biggest target on your back. Perhaps even bigger than his. 

“Kuna, I can protect myself.”, you fought back, his eyes narrowing slightly. 

“You’re gifted, strong, wise, but that won’t stop the bastards in the villages.”, he let himself think of what ways he could keep you hidden, safe, away from harm. “They will find a way to end you with no regard for your family name or your claim with your ability.”

“But you have a far greater claim, they wouldn’t risk their lives so recklessly.”, he knew that was true too but it was still a risk. “Your claim is far greater than mine has ever been, you’ll continue on because you are the strongest, Ryo.”

“You are far more important than that.”, his voice was firm, not wanting to weigh in the choice of you or his claim to the realm. It was non-negotiable. “Your claim carries the weight of your inherited technique. You know the value of the gift you possess. It needs to continue through you, even if you choose to never use your domain.”

“And what about your claim? Who will continue it if you have no heirs?”, you blurted, your words dying in your throat in realization. 

“You’re talking about heirs already?”, his lips twitched as he held back a smirk. 

“I… it’s just, my parents they… they said you’d..”, you stuttered. “Isn’t that… isn’t”

“I don't want heirs”, he cut you off, his eyes boring into yours with conviction.“ I want you.”

“Ryo..”, the warmth in your chest grew, your heart pounding inside of you at his words. “Ryo, I..”, you didn’t even know what to say.

“So long as I get to exist in this realm with you, I don't need anything else.”

You felt his arms wrap around you, the other two cupping your face as his lips met yours in a long kiss, your head spinning due to his touch. You melted into him, your hands on his arms as your grip tightened slightly, completely forgetting about his injuries. Your hands made their way into his hair, tugging slightly causing him to groan into your mouth. 

He lifted you up in his arms, taking you towards the bed and laying you down beneath him, his warmth on your skin making you feel safe. His presence felt like a shield, protective and ensuring you were safe from the harm that lingered outside. In that moment, everything faded away, the only thing that mattered was you being here with him. He needed you to be safe, needed you to stay alive. You were so wrapped up and tangled into his soul that you had become one with him. Even your energy had mixed with his and he felt you in every environment he was in, even if he was miles away. 

As he hovered above you, you couldn’t stop but trace your fingers along his jaw, feeling the texture of the plate on his face as his eyes soaked you in. He needed you alive more than he wanted his claim to the realm. He’d said it to you times before, repeating it like it had never been said before: if you didn’t exist in this realm with him, he didn’t want to exist without you. 

His hands skimmed down your body, his touch melting into you as they mapped out every curve of your form. His hands that were usually stained red from the blood of those he’d killed, were clean of any tainting. He would never taint you or your soul with such wicked doings. You were far too pure for that even in your indulgence of occasional dark thoughts. You could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, as you traced the tattoos on his chest.

The weight of his injuries were long forgotten as you lost yourself in his touch. HIs large hands were careful, yet firm in their hold, a promise of protection and adoration spoke volumes in the way he touched you. He shifted slightly, leaning down and meeting you in a deep kiss, his breath mingling with yours as your lips moved in sync with his. You breathed him in, feeling the scent of his musk drive you crazy as he deepened the kiss. 

As he pulled away, he looked into your eyes, a depth of raw emotion lingering behind them. There was what you believed to be his only way to show vulnerability, something that didn’t come all too often for someone as guarded as him. The only occurrence of vulnerability would only be saved for you, sacred in the confines of your home. 

“I don’t need anything else but this.”, he repeated. “I don’t want heirs or claim to the realm. Not without you.” 

You felt a lone tear slip from the corner of your eye, Sukuna watching in deep emotion as he brushed it away gently. His expression softened a hint, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips brushing against yours softly. He kissed you like a man starved, a man who hadn’t seen his lover in years, all while his hands continued to touch every part of your body and commit it to memory. The sensation of his touch was electrifying, a reminder of how deeply embedded you were into his very being, a reminder of how in the world filled with corrupted, power hungry, and immoral beings, you were his sanctuary. 

As the night wore on, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring your moments together as you had when you would sneak out with him only a month ago. The entire world existed outside the walls of your bedroom, but inside of them, only the two of you existed in the universe. In the walls of your home, the only thing that mattered was the warmth of Sukuna’s body against yours, the gentle brush of his lips, the intensity of his gaze, and the softness of his touch.

This was what mattered above all else. 

For him, the only thing that mattered was you. 

Just you. 

Over the next few weeks, the both of you spent time together training, his power showing you how to grow in your own right. He wanted you to be able to protect yourself, needed to know you could hold your own long enough for him to reach you in case you were in danger. 

You had been outside training and sparring one another, him pushing you to your limits but not overdoing it. He may consider you strong but he was far stronger in terms of cursed energy, he wouldn’t go easy on you but he would push your limits. 

After your sparring match the both of you went back inside your home, your body sore from the training, watching as Sukuna walked up next to you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss before he started kissing your neck. You could feel his energy, you knew exactly what he wanted. Though, you couldn’t deny you wanted it too. 

You smiled at him, the lust in your eyes shining through as he picked your body up and walking over to the bedroom, placing you down gently as he hovered over you. His robe was already open, showing off the muscles on his chest and the black tattoos that swirled over his body. It made him drip with sex appeal, his abs and arms built with muscle and raw strength. It made you crazy knowing he was all yours forever. 

His body moved on top of yours, kissing down your neck and nipping at the skin as your hands tightened on his arms. He slowly opened the front of your robe, undoing the band on your waist to let the fabric fall around you. Your breasts were covered by the fabric, your stomach exposed to the cold air but warmed quickly by his overwhelming body. Your legs raised up to his sides, one of his hands grabbing your leg and holding it tight with his grip. Your soft mewls filled his ears, making him sit back as he undid his robe, letting the fabric fall as he exposed his body to you. 

Gods, you were done for. 

He let the robe hang around his waist as he finished undoing the rest of your robe, your naked body exposed to him as he soaked you in. His body had an immediate reaction to his delicate wife. You were the epitome of perfection, of the rarest gem he’d ever come across and your body was constructed by Kichijoten, even rivaling her own beauty. 

You sat up, moving your naked body closer to him as he watched you come close to him, your eyes holding his gaze, you ran your hand down his face to trace his jaw. Whatever control Sukuna had left, snapped. In a swift movement, he lifted you up into his strong arms, holding you close. Your breasts were pressed against his chest, and your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He needed you closer to him, your body against his was not enough, he needed to be inside of you, to feel you consume him as he fucked you senseless. You could feel him against you, his body flexing and his cock getting harder as he met your lips with his in a kiss was full of passion and dominance, and it lit a fire in your bones that send a rush of heat to your throbbing core. 

The feeling of his naked body against yours was dizzying in the best way. You ran your hands over him, trying desperately to memorize every bump and scar as if this was the last time you were going to touch him. You felt his desire radiating off of him in waves, making you feel wanted in a way that you hadn’t experienced before. As he broke the kiss, his eyes met yours, filled with pure, unfiltered lust. He wanted you now more than ever. More than anything else. 

His hands grabbed your body, burning his touch into your flesh as he whispered in your ear. “You’re mine. All of you, belongs to me.”, he growled. “You’ll never forget the way I make you feel.”

He met your lips again, his hands tightening on your hips, pulling you closer to his body, your core throbbing at every word, every touch. You reached up, tangling your hands into his hair aas your bodies pressed together in passion. You wanted him, needed him. 

“Relax. Not yet.”, he said in a low octave. “I want to feel all of you.”

You let out a small whimper, feeling the way his length hardened in anticipation. When he released you from his kiss, your hands moved down to push his robe away before he stopped you. 

“Ryo.. please.”, you whimpered. “Let me.”

How could he deny you? 

How could he say no when your eyes lured him in so gently?

What kind of man would that make him?

You stared at him, soaking in the way his muscles flexed and the dark markings on his skin moved with every motion of his body. You needed him closer, needed to feel him consume you completely. His hand came up to caress your face, his body relaxing as your hands continued to move the fabric from his body. His hands helps push the robe from his hips, watching you with dark eyes as you brushed against him causing him to flex. 

This wasn’t the first time the two of you indulged in sex, but it was more intense and intimate everytime you laid with him. He was huge, long and had girth, something that worried you your first night together. He had taken your virginity in delicacy, consumating your marraige in the most gentle yet thorough way he could show that you were his. 

You felt his muscle tense beneath the touch of your fingers, his abs flexing as you ran your hands down before grabbing his length, earning a hiss from him. His deep groans filled the air as he watched you intently, your other hand softly pushing him back against the headboard as you lowered yourself down, dragging the flat of your tongue upward, against the underside of his cock. 

Sukuna’s reaction was immediate, bucking into your hand as his groans filled the air, sending a wave of arousal into you body. You continued, opening your mouth and taking him in, hollowing your cheeks as you moved. Sukuna’s hand reached down, tangling into your hair as he pushed himself harder, letting our another grown as you took him deeper down your throat. 

“Fuck”, he tightened his jaw, watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth, your lips swollen as you moved up and down. “Fuck, that mouth.”

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, his head falling backwards against the headboard as he groaned, his grip on your hair getting together as you continued. His groans made you feel on edge, rubbing your thighs together to help relieve some of the tension growing in your core. You did a few more motions before releasing him out of your mouth, meeting his gaze in a hooded lust. 

“Stop.”, he ordered. “Lay down.” his voice was deep, almost feral as he pushed you into the mattress. Sukuna’s hands took your breasts, his mouth coming down and swirling on the bud as your mouth opened to let out an airy moan. Your hips bucked against him, his other pair of hands rubbing on the outside of your most intimate area. His lips detached from your nipple, going directly to your neck as he nipped on the skin, his tongue swirling and creating pressure that only made you moan, making him smirk slightly at the reaction.

He kissed his way down, taking your nipple into his mouth again before continuing down to your core. Your entire body on fire at his slow, torturous movements to relieve the pressure. 

His hand in between your thighs continued to dance over the sensitive flesh, your moans dripping from your mouth as he continued to torture you in the most blissful way ever. Your grasp on his arm tightened, your hips bucking against him. His other two hands slowly pulled your legs apart, your knees dropping to the side to give him better access.

Your body was on fire, desperate for a release as you felt his fingers run through the wetness at your core, through your sensitive folds, His finger circled your clit in a delicate motion, rubbing it in a way that left you powerless against him. 

A gasp left your lips as his fingers entered you, your warmth welcoming him as the pressure seemed to relieve itself a fraction. You felt his fingers curl, causing you to arch into him as he moved them in and out of you in a delicious rhythm.

You needed more, begging him for more but whimpered when he pulled his hand away. You watched him with desperate eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he held eye contact with you, lowering himself and devouring you. Your moans fell from your lips, your hands gripping the sheets as two of his hands gripped your thighs and another your breast, playing with the nipple for more stimulation. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of the way you taste.”, he growled. You propped yourself up on your elbows, holding his predatory gaze as he continued to eat you out. His tongue was licking every inch of your dripping sex, swirling around your clit before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. He flattened his tongue against your folds, your body bucking slightly. Your legs started to tremble, Sukuna forcing them still as he continued his attack at your core. 

“K-Kuna..”, your vision was getting clouded, the overstimulation driving into oblivion. The pressure was building in your stomach, your legs trying to move but were locked into place by Sukuna’s arms, forcing you into a position where you couldn’t move from how intense he was eating you out. His tongue alternated between teasing your slip and slipping inside of you, lapping up every drop of your sweet essence. 

Your moans were loud, every whimper ringing out that you were certain if you were in a village everyone would be able to hear you. But you didn’t care, you had no shame in what you were doing with Sukuna. You wanted to let the world hear how good he was treating you and how thoroughly he fucked you. 

He finally stopped, bringing his head up as he pushed two fingers inside of you. He pumped them in and out, curling them against that sweet spot that made you whimper. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your face contorting into pleasure as you gripped the sheets. 

“Look at me.”, he growled. 

You forced your head to look at him, his eyes staying locked with yours as he lowered himself again, attacking your sex with ruthlessness. He wasn’t letting up, indulging in every inch of your core and sucking on your clit as your screams filled the hot air. He was devouring you while fucking you with his fingers, it was driving you into insanity. His tongue whirled around in circles, making it hard to breathe as your moans filled the air and made the room hot with sweet, suffocating ecstasy. 

He was making you feel everything all at once, you felt him everywhere. Pleasure coursed through your body as he continued to attack your core, making you sensitive under his touch. You tried to move your body, his hands pinning you down like you had chains on you, the pressure building in your belly begging for a release. His hands touched you everywhere, two of them held you down while one fucked you and the other played with your nipple, his mouth pulling your orgasm out of you by overstimulating you. The build-up was intense, the coil in your stomach loosened and your moans filled the air with a loud release, your body arching upwards as your body shook as your orgasm rippled through your body.

You sucked in deep breaths, your mind hazy and your thoughts scattered, not being able to form one coherent thought. You let out a soft cry when he lapped at your core again, drinking up the rest of your release as he placed a kiss as he watched your legs shake uncontrollably. 

The sight of you completely at his mercy made him fill with pride. He wanted you like this with him till the end of time, to only be his to worship, to bring you pleasure in every way that mattered. An overwhelming sense of possessiveness flooded his body knowing he was the only man who’d seen you like this, the only one who got to know every inch of your body and claim every part of you. You were his, his queen, the only thing in this realm that made him weak. 

His hands moved up towards you, his mouth sucking on your nipples as you arched into him, his tongue swirling as he tugged it with his teeth and a cry of pleasure being released from you. He let go and moved onto the other bud, repeating the same motion as you bucked into him again. 

You moaned as you felt him at your entrance, his cock hard as it rubbed slightly against your clit.You bucked your hips against him, wanting him inside of you already as he continued to tease you. His bottom two hands forced your hips down, halting your movements as you begged for him to enter you.

“Ryo, please.”, you begged him, Sukuna said nothing as he kissed your neck and nipped at your skin. The stimulation was overbearing and it made you impatient, desperate for another release. 

“Ryo… please.. I w-want”

“What do you want.?”, he murmured as he went back to eating you out, his tongue making your vision blur from how good he was making you feel. “Say it out loud.”

“I want you… I want you inside of me.”

“Saw what you want.”, he repeated as he attacked your sensitive spot, waiting for the words to spill out of your mouth as your moans filled the room. He made you feel on fire, two of his hands gripping your hips, the other driving his fingers inside of you while the fourth grabbed your breasts and played with your nipple. The over stimulation was bringing you closer to the edge as he continued his ruthless attacks on your body, kicking you into an overdrive of pleasure. 

His bottom hands released their hold on you, pulling your legs apart as he settled in between them. You looked at him with lust, his body moving so he could align himself at your entrance. He grabbed your wrists, forcing them above your head with one of his hands as another grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance. 

“Eyes on me.”, he demanded, his voice dripping in sexual frustration. Your eyes locked with his as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you, stretching you out. He slowly pumped himself in, allowing you to adjust to his size before pushing all the way in. 

You let out a moan as he moved against you, feeling your inside adjust around him. Your body was still sensitive, his movements bringing you closer to crying from how overstimulated you were. Sukuna let out a guttural groan, leaning his forehead against yours as he bottomed out, his eyes still holding yours captive as he pumped in and out of you. His demand for eye contact drove you crazy. 

“Fuck”, he grunted, his thrusts slow and hard as he pushed deeper inside of you.

You closed your eyes, the sensations overwhelming you, your head turning slightly. Sukuna’s hand grabbed your face gently, turning it back towards him as he kissed your lips. 

“Look at me.”, he demanded as his hand wrapped around your throat, making your cunt ache with anticipation. You loved how gently he manhandled you. He completely dominated you and you loved it. 

You spread your legs wider, letting him move deeper as he began to drive into you with no restraint, never breaking eye contact as he soaked in the sight of you flushed, red, and breathless.

The sound of skin slapping skin, your airy moans, the wetness of your cunt, and his groans while you dug your nails into his back made the atmosphere and the room fill with heat and mix with sweat. He drank it all in, making him turn completely savage. 

You rolled your hips against him, trying to match his rhythm as he thrusted into you. Sukuna raised his body, looking down at where your cunt wrapped around him as he filled you, soaking in the sight of him disappearing inside of your tight cunt. He grabbed your legs, lifting them over his shoulders and ramming harder inside of you, positioning you perfectly for his rough, relentless thrusts. You were absolutely breathless watching how savagely he fucked you, ramming into you and snapping his hips like it would be the last time he’d lay with you. 

He was fucking you so thoroughly you’d thought he was doing it to embed himself so deep into your being that you would never forget him. He wanted to fill your body with every inch of himself and solidify his claim on your very being and existence. You were his and that was all that mattered. 

Sukuna fucked you as your thoughts jumpled into a mess of pure pleasure. Your whimpers and moans were music to his ears, your mind drunk on the feeling of him wrecking you, stretching you out, hitting all your deep spots, and making your legs shake with pleasure. You wanted him to fuck you like this forever, wanted him to treat you like you were a whore. He would never call you that, but you wanted him to wreck you in every way he knew how. Just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t intensify, Sukuna reached a hand between you, finding your swollen clit and began to rub circles around it. Your gasps fill the air in delicious music. 

“You’re so good for me.”, he growled. “Mine to fuck forever.”

“Ryo, please.”, you begged for release, but you knew Sukuna was nowhere near done with you. The first time you had sex was him fucking you long and hard, showing you how a man should fuck his wife on their wedding night. But this, this was worlds away from your wedding night. This was a different caliber of Sukuna you never thought you’d experience. 

“Fuck me, Ryo.”, you moaned, your voice filled with raw desire. Sukuna felt a primal possessiveness, taking things harder, faster, deeper. He thrusted into you with aggressiveness, with power, his lust swirling into massive amounts of energy. You cried out in pleasure, your body shaking underneath him from the pleasure as you gripped the sheets as he drove deeper into you. 

He watched you intently, admiring your body as it sprawled on the bed, his hands on your hips as his eyes soaked in the way he was fucking you dumb. Your face was red and hot, your breasts were covered in his bite marks, bouncing with every thrust he did. The noise of your fucking was evident, obscene, intense—the sound of the headboard slamming the wall, the sound of your wet cunt dripping, the moans, the heavy breathing, the cursing. It was hot, dirty, sweaty sex. His grip on your hips grew tighter and he thrusted into you with more speed. 

Sukuna’s movements became faster, his grip tightening as he lifted you to sit on his thighs, leaning back against the bed while he wrapped a hand behind your head and exposed your neck, swirling his tongue as he fucked up into you. His cock moved in and out of you, his other hands gripping your hips as he lifted you up and down in movement with his thrusts. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.”, he groaned, his hands gripping your ass as you felt his cock swell inside of you, your cunt clenching around him as you rode him into oblivion. Your movements were erratic, fast, hard, his groans dripping into your ear. 

“Ride me just like that.”, he moaned. “Show me how good you are.”

His words made your head spin, your body arching into him as his hands touched you everywhere. One on your ass, one on your breast, another choking you, and another tangled in your hair, his mouth attacking you in every place that made you weak. 

As you sank into him, he bucked upwards, your bodies moving in sync, his throbbing cock filling and stretching you. Your eyes grew heavy, slightly closing but Sukuna wanted you to look at him, the hand around your throat tightening as you opened your eyes to meet him. 

“I said…”, his voice was demanding, possessive. “ Look. At. Me.”

The sound of his aggressive tone made your walls clench around him as he fucked you, your breath ragged as you tried to breathe. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and possession, and you could feel your orgasm building as you looked at him. His hand tightened around your throat as he began to fuck you harder, his hips bucking up to meet you. You felt his cock sliding deeper inside you, your pussy clenching around him, your body shaking with pleasure.

“Fuck.”, his groan was deep. “Look at me when you cum.”, he forced your eyes to meet his. 

You felt the buildup of your orgasm coming, his hands pulling you into him as he thrust into you. Your forehead rested against his as your eyes locked together, seeing deep into his soul as he continued to fuck you, his cock sliding in and out of you in a delicious pace. 

“Kuna.. I-I’m close.”, you whimpered. His hands gripped onto you tighter, pulling you closer, and thrusting deeper into your core. You felt his heart pounding in his chest, his breath deep and ragged as he fucked you into oblivion, his eyes never leaving yours. You were surprised he had so much stamina, so much endurance. He was still fucking you like you had just started and didn’t want to stop. 

“Come for me.”

Almost like it was on command, your body trembled, your orgasm crashing over you as the pleasure rippled through your body in waves, your pussy clenching around him, milking him. You gasped his name, the convulsions spreading through, your legs going weak, and the sensitivity consuming you. You felt his tense, his cock swelling inside of you, he was close.

Sukuna’s thrusts were rough and hard, each one reaching the sensitive spots inside of you. Your cunt kept clenching around him, milking him as he increased his speed with deep groans. His thrusts were rougher, sloppy, intense, his hips moving in erratic strokes as he drove deeper into you. Your high was still rippling through, his cock hitting your most sensitive spots and making you moan as you rode out your high while he urgently tried to reach his. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging as his teeth nipped at the curve of your neck, feeling the tension building in his shoulders as his body tensed underneath you as he neared his climax. He gripped your hips, his nails digging into your skin and drove into you with aggression. You knew you would be covered in bruises, scratches, and bites thanks to him. Your thighs, hips, neck, and breasts would be covered in his markings that he left claiming you as his. The thought drove you absolutely feral. 

Sukuna’s breaths were ragged as he bucked into you, a string of curses falling from his lips as he let out a primal groan, his teeth biting into your skin as he came, his cum spilling deep inside of you. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you, his hips still thrusting upwards, almost like he was breeding you. His hips moved slowly as he tried to catch his breath, the ripples of his muscles still evident from the intensity of his orgasm. His grip on your hair and hips loosened as they traced your spine in a gentle and soft line.

He held you close to him, both of you sitting in your sweat and cum as he came down from the high, his cock still deep inside of you. You sat up, your hair sticking to your forehead as you met his gaze, a groan escaping him as you moved on his cock. He was still inside of you, your essence mixing with each other as his cum leaked from between your legs and onto his skin. Two of his hands rubbed your thighs, his eyes meeting yours in an intense stare— lips swollen, faces red, hair messy, bodies sweaty, and covered in cum. 

You tried to catch your breath, letting your lips part as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips and letting himself bask in the marks he had left all over your body. He admired his work, your body littered with bite marks, scratches, bruises, and hickies. A smirk played on his lips as he pulled out of you, catching your limp, tired body as it fell against him. He laid you down onto the sheets gently, standing as he went to grab a wet cloth. 

You laid in the sheets, your body weak from the two hour session the two of you just had. You felt Sukuna’s arms pick you up ten minutes later, your eyes heavy from the tiredness, not before feeling the warm sensation of water enveloping your body. You forced your eyes open, taking in the sight of your body in the bath. You felt Sukuna’s hands run through your hair, his body behind yours as the both of you soaked in the warm water.

He held you close to his chest, cleaning you and massaging your legs to help your body recover from his intensity. You laid against his chest, feeling his chest move gently as he bathed you, brushed your hair, and cleaned your sensitive areas, letting your body get the most of the relaxing water before he dried you off and carried you back to bed. A deep slumber falling over your body as you laid with him, naked in bed. 

There was nothing better than being with Sukuna. 

Nothing better than being his.

[youremyheaven]

The Ugliness of Venus

every planet is associated with certain key themes but being under that planetary influence means to experience its very opposite. the extremes of anything is a meeting point for its opposite.

venus is the planet associated with love, beauty, harmony etc therefore it is unsurprising that venusian influence also subjects one to cruelty, ugliness, disharmony, violence and malevolence.

TW: this post will contain mentions of sexual harassment, rape, violence, murder, massacre, genocide, death, suicide among other things so please beware!!!

in my observations I have often found that Venusian natives are often cruel, callous, ugly (i mean this to refer to their actions/behaviour and not just unconventional appearance because "beauty" is a sum of appearance and traits- what we call Venusian refinement) hurtful, jealous and utterly lacking the charisma and hospitality for which Venus is known.

it is disturbing to think of how soooo many well known and notorious sex offenders have HEAVY Venusian influence in their charts. think of any celebrity who has had a sex scandal and they usually have Venusian placements. it's intriguing that no other planet shows up as much (in my personal observations).

Why is Venus so brutal, cruel and embracing of the darkness/ugliness of humanity?

All 3 Venus nakshatras, Bharani, Purvaphalguni & Purvashada are Ugra (meaning cruel or brutal, this is a 7 category classification in vedic astrology) nakshatras.

Ugra naks are known to be action-oriented go-getters and people who are very self-motivated and determined. Any quality can manifest in good or bad ways, so the shadow aspect of this determination and motivation is often ruthlessness, callousness, selfishness and arrogance.

This is also the reason why Venusian naks suffer. Venus seeks refinement, so an individual who does not filter out their own darkness but instead indulges in it, is inviting wrath. More than any other planet, Venus punishes its natives quite harshly and publicly. So many people who have been known to be horrible people, have been exposed, shamed and punished publicly have Venus influence.

Venus energy must be handled with care. Since Venus is love, it has a quality where it loves blindly, completely and without judgement but discretion and judgement are necessary in life. It is not good to be absolutely consumed by someone or something without considering the good and evil inherent in it. This makes Venus natives prone to evil simply because they don't see it as such. They think of it as the depths of their understanding of love, beauty and harmony. Beauty in its extreme however is grotesque, its ugliness, its frightening. Think of all those IG models who have the same face, there is a blandness to their cartoonish perfection to their proportions, it fails to evoke feeling, it fails to be memorable because true beauty is distinct and flawed, its intensity, depth and exaggerated proportions because Venus is not mild or lukewarm, it like to go overboard. Think of Angelina Jolie, her big forehead, large cheekbones, strong jaw, big protruding eyes, its a face that calls attention to itself, its not simple or readily accessible, its the opposite of the IG face where beauty is reduced to ordinary everyday blandness. True beauty is individuality.

Venusian natives are often preoccupied with good and evil, the holy and demonic, heaven and hell, this emanates from a deep understanding of contradictions and the need for their existence. Opposites are an illusion, everything is one. Goodness in its extreme is evil and the extremes of evil touches upon goodness.

So now I'll discuss certain specific examples:

Mao Zedong- Purvashada Rising

He was responsible for the deaths of close to 40 million people who died due to starvation, forced labour and others executed by the state due to their opposition of its policies.

Saddam Hussein- Bharani Sun, Venus in Revati (exalted)

Him and his party used violence, killing, torture, execution, arbitrary arrest, unlawful detention, enforced disappearance, and various forms of repression to control the population. Kurdish people were systematically persecuted and massacred using tear gas.

Hussein was publicly executed for committing crimes against humanity.

Hitler- Purvashada stellium (Moon, Jupiter and Ketu), Mercury and Venus in Bharani

I need not elaborate on who Hitler was and what he did bc we're all very familiar with him but yeah he was a Venusian. He died by suicide.

Stalin- Purvashada Mercury Amatyakaraka

I do not wish to elaborate on Soviet war crimes but Stalin had millions of people die, from starvation, torture, indentured labour etc

R Kelly- Purvashada Sun & Mercury

He is a pedophile and convicted sex offender

Marilyn Manson- Purvashada Sun

He's been accused of assault and rape on more than one occasion.

Idi Amin- Purvashada Sun

Idi Amin was popularly known as "The Butcher of Uganda." Amin overthrew an elected government in Uganda with a military coup, using lessons from the British colonial army. He declared himself president and ruled ruthlessly from 1971-1979. Once in power, Amin started mass executions of the Acholi and Lango tribes. In 1972 Amin forced 80,000 Asians to leave the country, which caused the economic collapse of the country since many were business owners. It’s estimated that through his rule, Amin killed at least 300,000 civilians.

Elon Musk- Purvaphalguni Moon

Sexual misconduct charges, labour law violations, treating his employees like trash and being an insufferable asshole on Twitter among other things. Nobody makes $100 billion without exploiting 100s of millions of people.

Jimmy Saville- Purvaphalguni Moon, Mars in Bharani amatyakaraka and Ketu in Purvashada

He was a pedophile who abused numerous children over the span of 50yrs

Peter Townshend- Purvaphalguni Jupiter & Rising, Ketu in Purvashada

He was found trying to access child porn sites

Chris Brown- Bharani Sun & Moon

He's abused several women, most famously, Rihanna

Here's some examples of people who have risen to prominence by playing ruthless people.

Kathy Bates- Mars in Purvaphalguni amatyakaraka

She is best remembered for playing the psychotic nurse in Misery

Anthony Hopkins- Purvashada Sun

He is best known for playing serial killer Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs

I know this is a very polarising topic and to any Venusians reading this, I sincerely do not wish to spread hate or cause harm, I am only trying to point out some of the things I have noticed. Does this mean every other Venusian you encounter is a serial killer in disguise? No Are all Venusians bad people? Also no. I thought it would be interesting to shed some light on the darker side of Venus which is seldom addressed if at all. Please do not take any of these observations too seriously and do not use astrology as a tool to propagate hatred towards yourself or others.

[wordsvomit101]

... Lucifer is how Christian Gray believed he is/jk

We already know Lucifer to be THAT guy but this is just a new whole layer and when combine with some info about him and his brothers, we got a pretty interesting case of why he might has a kink for dacryphilia, or how he might, 'allegedly', be a lowkey sadist (not surprising but still give me a gasp when I think about it).

The original source is here, credits to @shyanimeboi and their friend: https://x.com/shyanimeboi/status/1795183592961655077/video/3\

Warnings: Mentions of torture (info from chapter 5 in canon story), 1ncest, sexual content, and some depiction of violence. MNDI

I noticed how he been switching his way of addressing MC from Solomon, to Adam, and to Eve, throughout his chats. And it either a spontaneous things where he group the 3 humans he know the most together and just address MC with them on a whims or it could be something more personal.

The type of unicorn he is talking about is most commonly known in the western folklore, where unicorns are fierce and hostile, and become docile only in the presence of virgins. While occasionally fiction writers have invoked the principle that men can be virgins also (see, e.g. Poul Anderson’s “Honeymouth”), usually, “virgin” implies “girls or women,” and therefore only women who have never had intercourse can tame a unicorn, but it could be also for those that are utterly pure (of heart if not of mind).

So it pretty much confirm it, Lucifer either get freaky in the 0rgy they got going on in Heaven or he get freaky with his brothers, which is weird but compared that to the torture camps and experimental labs on devil children, the possiblities of unhinged millenia old angels banging each others is something I expected but wholely not interested in opening that can of worm.

I would call myself the weird one when I think of some 50 Shades of Gray when I look at this image since in the chat Lucifer seem like a Disney princess:

This part set apart Lucifer and his brothers in a subtle but clear way because unlike how Gabriel and Michael would get into a fight on whether who would get to kill a devil, how Michael would easily commit genocide on an entire race of dragons, and how Raphael would eat his fellow angels for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lucifer can form a bond with another creature, who would be killed by the trio if he were to show the same attitude as he did with Lucifer. This also reflected how he became Gamigin and Jjok's brother. His normal open-minded aspect is so jarring that when compared to his brothers it stands out like a neon light.

And how he prefers action over words is probably what got him to care for Gamigin, Jjok, and the devils. Devils are honest by nature, and their feelings are worn on their sleeves, with a few exceptions (Leviathan, Orias, etc.), up until now, we rarely see a devil that doesn't commit to their promises or declarations (Satan does bring Minhyeok back from death, Mammon does own Hell's economy, Leviathan live his life perfectly every day for his friends, etc.), in some cases they might really lose limbs or even die for it (in Leraye's event, he broke pieces of his horn to turn them into bullets to protect the city). In a way, he also values genuine actions as proof of one’s character, loyalty, and intentions. Gamigin took him in when Lucifer was a fallen angel and nursed him back to health despite the danger of getting the devil's ire and how much Lucifer rejected his help (and was rude about it too), he persisted and he was consistent in his kindness. Jjok is scared of him, at first, but he still continues to visit and talk to him almost every day while he is in bed, and even begs Satan to not take his "family" away (I will cry again god-).

It also might be an instinct as an angel if he were to compare them to his love for God and how he might find it hard to correct his brothers' mania, where their only purpose in life is to love and worship God, no matter how terrible they become for him. This principle reflects a certain integrity and consistency in him. He expects others to demonstrate their worth through their actions and probably enjoys them trusting him, and he likely holds himself to the same standard (ie, how he becomes a devil and declares to protect Hell, feels guilty for the atrocities his brothers and Heaven have done, how he didn't shut it down and was a part of the problem, etc).

The horse from Hell he is talking about is probably a bicorn (a not very well-known folklore two-horned creature that is a fan of depraved people) or kelpie (a shape-changing aquatic spirit of Scottish legend known for tricking people into riding on them for some malevolent purpose) or just savage beasts of war that need no rider, the counterparts to the unicorn. So his methods of training the unicorn won't work on them.

Now to get back to my point on the switching of the address from Solomon, to Adam, and to Eve. It is just a theory but it could mean something like this:

"Daughter of Solomon": Used to express a personal or significant connection between them, possibly based on MC's predecessor's wisdom and who is known to be king of peace and someone who is loved by God and the devils.

"Daughter of Adam": Highlights common humanity (Adam represents humanity as the first human created according to biblical texts) while pointing out unique or odd characteristics.

"Daughter of Eve": Emphasizes femininity or human traits related to curiosity (Eve is tempted by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge) or innocence (Genesis 2:25 states that "Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame," indicating their complete innocence and lack of self-consciousness or worldly concerns, which explain the "You are runaway, or have no sense of crisis").

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Um, chile anyway so-

Lucifer has that brat-taming, bondage, and dacryphilia things going on... So be proud and bratty y'all-

[writers-potion]

Aight I just remembered what I was gonna ask. I think It'll be my second ask because I do remember I submitted the same question I wanna ask months ago HAHA

Okay so, I'm writing a story that explores a lot of subjects, one of them is morality

So... How do you make a fictional religion feel "real" in a sense? Like I know there'll be shrines, temples, and stuff but I need to know more than just that.

Take your time and thank you! ✨

Writing Realistic Fictional Religion

Hi! Thank you for the question :)

Please refer to my posts about writing hateful gods and writing deities for stuff about writing gods! I'll talk more about writing religion in general here.

Religious Hierarchy

Think about how you'd want your religion to be structured:

Polytheism: the belief in many gods.

Monotheism: the belief in a single, all-powerful god.

Atheism: the belief in no gods. A belief in nothing is stil a belief.

Are there tiers of gods? (Gods above Gods)?

Is there a "Mother God" or "Father God" that must be worshipped over everything else?

How are religious leaders selected and trained?

What kind of actions (celibacy, vegetarianism) do the believers need to do in order to be a faithful person? Is there a consequence when they don't do this?

Religious Texts

The most important question a religious text should aim to answer is: where did the world (and therefore, us) come from?

Here are some story patterns you can use:

Creatio Ex Nihilo: God creates the world from nothing

Creation from Chaos: God introduced order into a chaotic world

Primal Couple: The first "couple" gives birth to the world

World Parent: A god sacrifices (a part) of their body to construct the world's elements.

Emergence: Before the current world, there existed another world. After a period of time is over, a new world emerges.

Earth-Diver: A deity sends over a person/animal, etc. to construct a world out of the barren land they've created.

This "Origin Story" will dicate the basic values that your religion thinks is the most important.

Religious Practices

You have the freedom to invent your own religious practices. When you are trying to invent one, consider:

The weather. Is the Sun in your world so blazing that all religious festivals are only held during the night?

What can you not do in the name of religion? Are you not allowed to have stuffed animals in your bed? Not eat blue stuff?

Who are the people that work the most during festivals/worship ceremonies? Are slaves exploited to prepare the feast? Are the women the only ones that works while the men sing? Are animals tortured or exploited in the process?

Sacrifices. What/when/how do you offer sacrifices?

You can also think about:

Who determines the kind of religious practices the other people have to follow?

Are the reliigous practice discriminatory and if yes, who do they benefit?

Religious Locations

Historically, religious lands have had the power to have its own rules and be protected. which will provide a good

One Location vs. Many: Is there a shrine in every home/street, or is everyone required to report to the city square every Saturday?

The Ruler's Castle: Sometimes, the king is considered to be the "son of god" and the palace is therefore the most sacred place.

One Unreachable Location: It can also be that in order to be ruly faithful, you need to visit a place that is so unreachable that people die trying.

A Moving Location: Does the god choose their new home every year?

A Constructable Location: If you draw a circle in bone ash, does the patch of land inside it become holy and no ghost can enter it? What if you lack faith and the circle construction doesn't work at a time you need it the most?

Question of Morality and Religion

While many religions preach equality and kindnes, it has been used to justify conflict and discriminate those who do not believe in it.

Does the deity promote such violence? Or is it the bad leaders?

Is the deity uncritical towards such behavior? Or do they actively step in?

Is the God falliable? Like the modern-day presidents, is the god's survival/power somehow dependent on the believers? Is that why they stay silent even when bad things are being done in their name?

Does the god favor rich people?

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[s-aint-elmo]

*twirling my hair* do you have some good yuri manga recs?

(lying on my stomach and kicking my feet) i'm SO glad you asked!

to preface this i'll be excluding better-known yuri or yuri that's recently gotten its flowers (whether thru virality or adaptations) (e.g. in love with the villainess, love bullet, bloom into you, etc. etc.) and will instead be recc'ing works i don't often encounter in the wild. some will be more well-known than others, but all of these i've enjoyed and would encourage others to check out! under the cut because. this got. so long. i heart yuri <3

multi-chapter

the princess of sylph (ongoing; self-publishing): plot-heavy fantasy yuri between a bereaved princess with the aura of a thousand sad hamsters and a persistent nun whose silliness conceals a deep well of trauma. gushed about it plenty here. i recommend starting with the serialized version, the proceeding to the twitter version + extras. cw: blood, violence, dismemberment (nothing too graphic, more standard monster-fighting fare).

i love amy (completed): school loner strikes an unlikely friendship with the girl known (and feared) for her violent tendencies and single-minded obsession with the school prince. cute but striking and skilled art with a surprisingly nuanced handling of trauma and neurodivergence. cw: attempted child murder, animal death (non-graphic). there are also depictions of standard yandere fare (kidnapping, torture basements) but they're always presented comedically.

i see you, aizawa-san! (ongoing): girl who steadfastly pretends not to see ghosts meets one she just can't seem to ignore: a deceased classmate and former j-pop idol, who has taken to haunting their classroom. ft. art that harkens back to classic shoujo and a supernatural mystery centred on the relationship between the two leads--that one of them can't seem to remember. cw: blood, body horror.

school zone girls (on hiatus): slice of life yuri comedy ft. a massive interconnected web of girls spanning at least three schools. it juggles gut-busting comedy with genuine heartfelt moments of character growth and connection and expresses it all through a solid, dynamic art style. the sprawling cast also makes for incredible outsider pov moments that lets us really appreciate how far some characters have gotten. this genuinely motivated me to revamp how i approached ensemble casts for my ocs.

brides of iberis (completed): wedding planner unenthusiastic about her engagement falls in love with a bride she's taken as a client. bittersweet but deeply loving; and so compassionate to each and every character, even the men the female leads have relationships with. cw: infidelity.

destroy it all and love me in hell! (ongoing): model student finds her miserable, tightly controlled life unraveling after being blackmailed by the class truant into indulging her ugliest impulses. toxic yuri extravaganza eleganza between two girls desperate for escape and the catharsis of fucking! shit! up!!! also hits that sweet sweet "love triangle as a conflict of ideals" beat. cw: blackmail, coercion, bullying, violence, emotional abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, adult/minor relationship.

yuri is forbidden for the yuri otaku (completed): passionate himejoshi enrolls in an all-girls private school to observe class s yuri in action, but never to engage in it herself--at least, until a misunderstanding wins her the resident gyaru's heart. a surprisingly poignant exploration of being queer in a repressive society and experiencing your queerness through the safety of unobtainable fantasy.

the superstar idol crushes on me today too (ongoing): failed idol-slash-middling radio personality finds an unwanted superfan in the country's biggest superstar. explores the merit of pursuing your artistic passions in the face of repeated failure, and what makes an emotional anchor in the fraught seas of showbiz. they are also just so so funny. what if i emphatically declare you my rival in show business but you've been in love with me since you saw me in a cooking show as a child actor and you take any excuse to spend time with me and have my attention with blinding enthusiasm

normality and monsters (ongoing): outcast weirdo witnesses the class idol devour their homeroom teacher in one bite and begs to be trained in the art of appearing normal. the art is snappy and charismatic, the monster design is properly grotesque, and the friendship of convenience between the two leads teeters between overcoming the monster's nature and just being a prelude to the monster acquiring a new meatsuit. cw: blood, gore, death, body horror.

a monster wants to eat me (ongoing): suicidal girl meets carnivore mermaid who promises to eat her if she develops a desire to live. it's been a while since i read this one, but the monster designs are once again sick as fuck and the drama of being cared for by a creature that finds you tantalizing is sooo juicy. cw: suicidal ideation, blood, gore, violence, body horror.

liar satsuki can see death (completed): high schooler who can see corpses before the death occurs strives to save as many lives as possible despite being branded a liar by the entire student body. this and ryouko's other manga, a walk to death, are pretty banging declarations on the value of living ironically (or maybe aptly) wrapped in so much death. blanket cw for blood, gore and death bc i tell you every mini-arc somebody dies in a fun new way and we'd be here all day if we listed them out.

anthology:

i'm the villainess but i'm being captured by the heroine?!: an anthology featuring heroines of otome games swerving hard and sweeping the villainess off her feet. i am such a sucker for villainess yuri. mean women forever. my favourite chapters are vol. 1 ch.1 and vol. 2 chs. 1 and 4.

honourable mentions:

my idol sits the next desk over! (completed): loner idol otaku ends up deskmates with her oshi and between jealous sabotage from a rival stan and the herculean task of acting normal around your fave, lands herself in the first and closest friend group of her life. one girl does explicitly have romantic feelings for another girl, but i bumped it down here because it isn't explored to the extent it could have been. it felt like it was setting up a slow burn only to end abruptly. do not recommend if you want a love story, do recommend if you want lonely people forging deep and enduring bonds of friendship.

the one within the villainess (ongoing): the villainess of an otome game reawakens for her condemnation and sets off on a path of vengeance for the sake of the beloved transmigrator who's occupied her body for years. it's ostensibly het, but to hear the way that the villainess speaks of her transmigrator, the first person to love her wholeheartedly and wish for her happiness and so inadvertently prevent her from becoming the hollow bitter woman she originally grew into...... like. that is yuri. like what if i knew your life in its entirety and loved you for it and i found myself in the position to give you the happiness i always wished for you to have. what if we wrote fix-it fic for each other on the fabric of the universe. what if we never even had a conversation but we knew each other the best and loved each other most. and we were both girls. do you understand why i'm insane about them. cw: blood, gore, violence.

[yanderes-galore]

Hear me out- Yandere concept for DBD Entity with Killer! Darling. Maybe expect being isolating like towards survivor darling, it’s more of a sadistic yandere? Where it wants to make darling the perfect killer. Every little mistake is met with cruel punishment. The Entity tortures unwilling killers at the end of the day. I think this might spice some things up :) Just a lil idea

Oh YEAH—! I heard The Entity tortures Killers who aren't compliant to its orders. I'll write some small ideas for this, sure!

Yandere! The Entity with Killer! Darling

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Manipulation, Torture, Isolation, Psychological trauma, Violence, Blood, Murder, Dubious intentions.

I agree that The Entity would react differently between a survivor and a killer obsession.

It has been known to torture and inflict trauma on those who do not comply to its control.

Other killers, such as Evan/The Trapper are theorized to be unwilling killers for The Entity to toy with.

The Entity, at the end of the day, enjoys suffering.

It likes to see survivors and killers alike suffer.

The idea of The Entity tormenting a killer obsession to make them 'perfect' seems like an interesting idea.

It's fully capable of making you bend to its will.

The Entity knows your past, your motives... your trauma especially.

It monitors your every action, forcing you to keep it pleased.

If you displease The Entity... It will be sure to correct such behavior.

Most killers, including you, are usually made killers due to their past.

Maybe they've been sadistic from the start... or maybe they were pushed to murder.

The Entity is drawn to people and monsters like this.

To make this worse, maybe you were a similar case to The Trapper, Wraith, Hillbilly, etc...

You were someone forced to kill in fear of getting hurt anymore than you already were.

Which lands you in hot water once The Entity discovers you.

The Entity is a cruel being, that much is known to everyone.

Many wish to study it, maybe even worship it...

But many just want to flee from it.

That's what you wish you could do.

Instead, The Entity takes sadistic pleasure in making you a tool for torment.

Some killers find pleasure in hunting survivors down.

Not you.

The Entity has ways of messing with your mind.

Perhaps it makes you hallucinate?

You can't tell what's real... meaning you take your frustration out on anything that moves.

If you still don't do well, The Entity punishes you.

You're forced to feel pain until you learn to please it.

To escape the pain, you listen.

You do everything it says, you do your best to be a killer.

It's a cycle of pain... One that morphs you into the perfect killer.

Poor you is heavily manipulated and tormented by a being you can't quite grasp.

All you know is dark black claws... sharp claws that tear at your skin.

You don't know its intentions.

Pretty soon you don't even care.

Eventually you're molded into a weapon.

You barely recall who you once were.

All you know is what you are now.

All you know is you need to escape the pain.

So, you do.

You kill because it demands it.

You don't worship it, you don't praise it.

You are simply meant to be used by it.

You are for its entertainment.

Once you realize that, The Entity is pleased.

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

There are two related things I've noticed coming from the left that I really want people to examine deeply in themselves, because it's a major problem that I see happening over and over again. The whole I/P issue is the most currently salient example, but it is one of many.

1. There's this tendency towards retributive justice, wherein the solutions proposed fail to take into account whether the proposed punishment is at all proportional to the alleged crime, but rather is just treated as the natural consequence of that action.

2. This same principle is also extended backwards in time and used to excuse violence post hoc that they might not have chosen as an ideal punishment but have nevertheless decided was deserved because that person [allegedly] did something bad.

Both betray an underlying punitive or retributive justice mentality, where the goal is not restoration or reconciliation + accountability, but rather punishment. (There are some interesting religious and cultural aspects to this I could get into but don't want to derail this post.)

This untethering of crime to punishment in terms of (a) due process, (b) proportionality of punishment to the crime, and (c) a failure to consider restorative justice, reconciliation, and teshuva processes instead of retribution leads to monstrous and morally bankrupt results.

Put another (blunter, crasser) way: the left's longstanding hard-on for vigilante violence is a critical failure that undermines the entire movement.

You cannot base your politics on humanism, compassion, and due process out one side of your mouth and then cheer on vigilante violence, cruel and unusual punishment, and mob mentality out the other. It doesn't work like that.

Now I understand that sometimes armed resistance is necessary. People living under authoritarian and inhumane conditions may, out of necessity, turn to guerrilla warfare and unofficial armed resistance in self-defense. But even that has limits. When leftists fantasize about death by curb stomping or slitting someone's throat as a good thing, they are imagining this happening to armed fascists, Nazis, white supremacists, or possibly other categories of irredeemable people such as domestic abusers who maim or kill their partner &/or children, pedophiles, human traffickers, etc.

What they aren't imagining is the other side of that coin, which is the alt-righter who murdered Heather Heyer with his car, abortion clinic bombers, violent Q-anoners or terrorists. Each of those people also believe in the justice of their actions and their entitlement to act as arresting officer, judge, jury, and executioner.

"But those people are wrong!"

So? Why do you get to decide that for everyone? What about the people who think YOU are wrong?

There's a reason courts and due process exist. It's the same reason why "free speech" protects the speech you hate, why freedom of the press protects that rag whose opinions you hate, and why free exercise of religion protects shitty religious groups you wish to see gone. It's because we live in a society and you aren't the arbiter of justice for everyone. If you give in to that mentality, you will inevitably end up in a "might makes right" society, which never ends well, particularly for marginalized people.

If you wouldn't accept l'chatchila a certain punishment being administrated by a court of law without outcry and protest for human rights abuses, then don't cheer it on b'dievad. Either rape is unacceptable or it's not. Either torture is unjustifiable or it isn't. Either maiming is an acceptable punishment for certain crimes or it isn't. You either support the death penalty by certain methods (beheading, burned alive, strangled, hacked apart, stoning, hanging, etc.) or you don't. Collective punishment is either acceptable or it isn't. Vicarious punishment is either acceptable or it isn't.

All of those things are either human rights abuses, or they aren't. All of them fall outside even the rules that might permit self-defense or guerrilla warfare or other uprisings of the oppressed.

Due process is the same - either you believe in due process and the right to a fair and timely trial, or you don't. The moment you support one extrajudicial punitive killing, you have opened the door to the justification of murder, provided the killer has sufficient justification.

It's true that the rules of armed conflict and war are different, but that they exist at all is relevant here too. The reason they exist is to minimize suffering during an event that is guaranteed to cause great suffering. It's the same reason why the laws of self-defense are different than the laws of intentional murder.

The truth is that in order to live in a just and civilized society, there must be specific rules that govern the administration of conflict resolution and harm. These rules must be enforced consistently and equally, and the decider of fact must have reasonable access to the evidence that exists. The state or any court of law or other tribunal must render its decision in the most impartial way possible, even for the worst, most obviously guilty people. Even those that commit heinous crimes must be given those same rights. Without those safeguards, you create the opportunity for bad faith actors to label their undesirable groups or individuals as whatever category people find so despicable that they fall out of being considered human and lose their claim to human rights protections. It must therefore be impossible to forfeit your right to due process and freedom from vigilantes and mobs.

[cherrybomb107]

One more thing about the difference between Caitlyn’s actions and Jinx’s. As I’ve said before, comparing their actions is disingenuous imo, for the simple fact that Caitlyn is an oppressor, and Jinx is oppressed. That’s not to say that victims of systemic oppression are incapable of violence, just that the violence they are capable of is fundamentally different to that of their oppressor, and therefore cannot be compared. But the difference in reaction to Caitlyn’s actions vs the reaction to Jinx’s is what I wanna talk about.

Caitlyn is an authoritarian dictator. She gassed Zaunites, co-signed martial law, hit her partner, unlawfully arrested people, and almost killed a child just to get to Jinx. Yet large swathes of the fandom brush off or downplay these atrocities because of “grief”. Of course grief is a reason for doing things and acting out of character, but it does not excuse anything. Especially because, as not just a Piltie but a Kiramman, Caitlyn’s allowed to be much more destructive in her “grief”. She gets to take out her pain and anguish on an entire city, but other characters are not afforded that privilege? Why is that?

Jinx meanwhile makes all of her weapons by hand. She only kills enforcers, Firelights, Councilors, and goons who attack her. I’m not going to defend her actions here(as I’ve made many posts here explaining my thoughts and feelings on them). But I will say that it’s interesting that the violence Jinx is responsible for is enough to make her a “psycho” and a “terrorist” but if you point out how Caitlyn’s actions literally make her a dictator and how “grief” doesn’t excuse anything, you’ll be crucified by the fandom. Why? Because both in the show and in real life, the feelings of the privileged are legitimized, while the actions of the under privileged are demonized and pathologized.

It’s the same story with women and misogyny. Men are not “crazy” or “emotional” for perpetuating patriarchy and punishing women for the crime of existing. Men get to make “jokes” about how much they hate women. How they want to rape, kill, and harm them. Then they actually go out and do it! And this is not called the results of misogyny, oh no! It’s simply a “male loneliness epidemic”. Men have spent centuries subjugating women to horrible things I can’t even describe without tearing up. But they are still thought of as the more “logical” and “reasonable” gender. However, when women react to this institutional sexism, they get labeled instead of listened to. “Crazy”, “hysterical”, “delusional”, “emotional”, “hormonal”, “pmsing”, “doing too much” etc. Women don’t get to lash out and fight back against a system that sees them as subhuman. But men are allowed to set that system up and benefit from it.

Same thing with slavery. Slave owners were not “crazy”, “insane”, or “cruel” for not only owning human beings but mentally, physically, emotionally, financially, and sexually abusing and torturing my people. Yet enslaved people who would do anything to be free were labeled “drapetomanic”. Called crazy because they didn’t want to be enslaved. The oppressor’s feelings are always more valid and justified than the oppressed, no matter what they do.

The Black Panther Party were called “terrorists” for arming themselves both with guns and with books, and preparing to fight back against a system that didn’t see them as human beings. The government made multiple plans on how to disrupt their movement and destroy it from the inside out. Why is the US government not commonly called a terrorist organization? Why does a kid who steals candy from a store, or a mother who steals formula for her child get labeled a “criminal” or a “thief”, but the government is allowed to steal thousands of dollars from us, pump poison into our food, water, air, push propaganda at every turn, brutalize our people, and destroy our communities with no consequences?

Because the privileged are always justified both in their feelings and actions, no matter how heinous. That’s why the Black Panthers were “criminals” and “terrorists” while the government was just “trying to restore order”. That’s why men get to kidnap, rape, murder, beat, and oppress women but a woman making jokes about the male suicide rate is a “bitch” or a “feminazi”. That’s why Jinx is a “terrorist” and a “psycho” but Caitlyn is a “complex female character” who’s “grieving.

This also points to something else: individuality as yet another privilege. Despite overwhelming evidence that men commit majority of violent crimes, when women express hesitation about being around men, it gets brushed off as “not all men”. When Black people express wariness about cops it gets brushed off as “a few bad apples”. When in reality it is an issue with policing as an institution. Yet when a woman does something bad, it’s “These bitches can’t be trusted.” “All women are the same.” “All women want blah blah blah.” Women don’t get to be thought of as individuals. When one woman does something, it reflects on women as a whole. When a Black person does something, all Black people are “criminals” or “thugs.” We don’t get to be individuals.

Same thing with Caitlyn and Piltover as a whole. It’s “not all Pilties” and “we’re people, just like you” when the heat is on them. But when Caitlyn lost her mom, it was “those animals”. “I see how easy it is to hate them”. Councilor Salo referred to Zaunites as “demons”. And when Caitlyn asked Vi to be an enforcer, she said “We can show them that not everyone in Zaun supports Jinx.” Huh? What type of sense does that make? Caitlyn had been conducting her off the book’s investigation into the Undercity’s violence since season one, yet she still didn’t even know who was behind it all, or who Jinx was! Now, it’s “we have to show them that not everyone in Zaun supports Jinx”? Where would she even get the idea that people in Zaun would support Jinx in the first place?

She says this in the first episode of season two. Why would all of Zaun be responsible for Jinx’s actions? Why would all of Zaun be supporting Jinx at this point in time? See what I mean about individuality? When Pilties like Marcus cause harm, it’s “one bad apple”. Yet when Jinx justifiably tries to fight back against her oppressors, all of Zaun is put on the hook, whether they support her or not. It doesn’t matter. Just being a Zaunite means you support Jinx, and you need to be brought to “justice”. Whether you actually did anything wrong or not is irrelevant. By virtue of your identity you are guilty until proven innocent, while Pilties are innocent until proven guilty. And even then, they get a slap on the wrist when proven guilty.

Oppressed people will always be demonized and vilified in the court of public opinion in real life, and that absolutely affects how people consume fiction. Jinx’s actions are blown out of proportion (people think she’s killed dozens/hundreds of people when that’s simply not the case) while Caitlyn was “manipulated by Ambessa” and she “didn’t even do anything that bad”. One of these characters has the money, power, and institution backing her to make a city suffer. The other character has scraps at best. But only one of these characters will ever be thought of as a “monster”.

TL;DR The fandom’s reception to Caitlyn’s actions highlights a larger issue irl in that oppressors get let off the hook, while oppressed people get held to different, and sometimes even impossible standards

[jackoshadows]

It's annoying how proactive female protagonists in Asoiaf are often labelled and seen as 'impulsive' by fandom in general. That's never a thing with the male characters. Female characters who get things done, who have agency and want to help people are very often characterized by fandom as wrongly and emotionally reacting to seeing injustice or even when they are engaged in policy making.

Arya is seen as impulsive for stepping in to help Mycah from a sadistic bully. Dany is labelled impulsive for not taking an economics course and reading Karl Marx’s Critique of Political Economy before freeing slaves. One popular post framed Arya and Catelyn as being similar because they apparently run around biting people.

Recall that Catelyn was one of Robb's most important campaign advisers, conducted the diplomatic negotiations for him, wanted less war and more of a peaceful resolution to the conflict and wanted to exchange hostages. And yet this fandom constantly frames the Arya/Cat parallels as them being impulsive and violent.

By the way, Arya does have parallels to Catelyn in terms of their proactiveness in maneuvering in a chauvinistic man's world, their loyalty to family and duty and doing what needs to be done. Fandom, however, always approach the Arya/Cat parallels negatively - as a form of critique of both female characters.

Do these characters have moments where they impulsively react in emotional situations? Yes, like pretty much ALL the characters do in the series. And yet these labels are singularly applied only to the female protagonists.

Arya for example is often careful, analytical and intelligent in her actions. When she escapes KL she carefully considers each step - where to go, where the guards would be, how the guards look, where the guards would search etc. - before planning her move. That's how she was able to outwit the adults like Cersei sending Lannister guards in disguise to catch Arya in enemy territory.

The same is true when Arya escapes Harenhall, where she strategizes, draws up a plan, identifies what she needs and where it is, collects everything and then gives the older boys - Gendry and Hot Pie - instructions on what to do

And then there is the way Arya and Dany are often characterized as violent in a way the male characters never are, when Planetos is a violent, medieval, feudal, grim dark fantasy setting.

To proactively get things done in a violent, patriarchal, chauvinistic world, one often has to engage in violence. Ned, Robert, Stannis, Jon, Robb, Tyrion, Jaime, Theon, Northern lords, NW brothers, KG have all killed people. Arya has to kill a guard to escape her captivity where the most horrible atrocities - including rape and torture - are especially committed on the female prisoners. No one is going to help her, she has to do it herself. And yet because of her gender, she gets condemned as 'violent', 'psychopathic', 'forever damaged', 'should feel guilty and bad about what she did' etc.

As ruler, Daenerys engages in the same medieval, feudal practices that other rules do - we are first introduced to the series' presumable hero Ned Stark, with him chopping off a man's head for desertion. And yet she is seen as violent and tyrannical in a way none of the male rulers are.

I still come across these jokes about Jon Snow counting beets ignoring his chosen one destiny when Daenerys also has an administrative arc in ADwD! Where are all the comments/jokes about Dany's problems with food, trying to grow food, trying to trade for food when she has encountered chosen one prophecy and yet stays behind in Essos doing the same thing Jon Snow is, except ten times harder because Meereen is a city state.

Especially jarring when all of GRRM's comments about ruling focuses on administration and specifically mentions Daenerys story in ADwD again and again. Like this for ex:

“I guess there is an element of fantasy readers that don’t want to see that. I find that fascinating. Seeing someone like Dany actually trying to deal with the vestments of being a queen and getting factions and guilds and [managing the] economy. They burnt all the fields [in Meereen]. They’ve got nothing to import any more. They’re not getting any money. I find this stuff interesting. And fortunately, enough of my readers who love the books do as well.” - GRRM

Dany, Tyrion and Jon's leadership arcs (In ADwD and ACoK) have parallels in that they are mostly of an administrative nature, dealing with money and food, making marriage alliances and unpopular decisions, with characters secretly undermining them. Jon's arc ends with mutineers assassinating him, Dany's arc ends with slavers trying to assassinate her and her fleeing on Drogon and Tyrion's arc ends with the Battle of Blackwater, Tywin coming back and Tyrion losing his power and position. No matter how well they did or didn't do as leaders, there was always someone in the shadows plotting against them, taking them down.

To single out the lead female characters alone as being impulsive and violent for being proactive and doing what needs to be done in order to survive in a violent, patriarchal world is misogyny at it's finest.

[vegantinatalist]

I respect vegans' love of animals, really I think animals deserve more compassion than they get. I am personally not vegan. I do not think it is wrong to eat the body of something that was once alive. Tbh thats including humans given the individual had consented, (ideally similar to how organ donations work). I think it is wrong to torture animals such as what factory farms do, I'm a strong believer in small-scale hunting and ethical farming, we as a species have been eating meat in some capacity for thousands of years, the best we can currently do is be kind about it. It's something we have to reconcile with as a species. Truly I don't think a vegan revolution will be viable until we have affordable lab-grown meat.

I disagree with everything you said, heres why. -"I respect animals" then immediately proceeds to call them "things". You respect humans because you considered their consent and previous lives in the matter and how your action may have affected them, you did not with animals. Animals do not consent to being raped farmed and slaughtered. Meat doesnt come from the sky. Vegans dont revere dead bodies either. This is not some religious crap. We care about the harm being caused to the living as a result of paying an evil industry and supporting an evil practice. We want to stop the breeding of animals for the sake of exploiting them. Vegans do not necessarily love nonhuman animals at all. Plenty dislike being around or are indifferent to nonhuman animals. Veganism is not rescue, its not about having a sex-buyer-like savior boner for them like carnists do. It's just sparing them and leaving them the fuck alone and not tormenting them. -The only way small farms are consistently "more ethical" is just that not as many animals are being abused. Any revolting disgusting practice you have seen a large scale farm practice, I have seen a small scale farmer do the same or worse. I have seen farmers prostituting their barn animals, I've seen countless horrific hoarding cases that arent technically illegal and so no one can do anything about it, I've seen every horrific practice from teeth cutting and tail docking to too small enclosures, shutting animals out to intentionally cause them to die by exposure, killing with a hammer etc etc etc. -There is no such thing as ethical exploitation. The animals in hunting zones are raised in game farms. Even if they werent, hunting is not ethical. I've seen deer with their jaws blown off slowly starving to death and every kind of terrible injury you can imagine, many inflicted on purpose. Not to mention how hunting is a practice that attracts sadists and abusers and preens their violent tendencies, increasing rates of domestic violence. -Appeal to tradition fallacy. And no it's not the best we can do lmfao veganism and not killing them is very obviously better than "being nice about how we kill them". You dont have to reconcile shit. Stop doing it. Literally just stop. Spare them. You have other food available that is nutritionally complete and cheaper that takes less resources to grow and distribute. A vegan revolution is and always has been viable since the dawn of man. People were opposing animal agriculture since it's inception. Pythagorus and his students didnt need lab grown meat in 470 BCE. Benjamin Lay didnt accept slavery of humans or animals in any capacity and refused to use horses and lived just fine. Coretta Scott King and Dexter Scott King both spoke of veganism being the next logical step to antislavery and were vegan animal rights activists. Alex Hershaft. I could go on and on and on. Please discuss this more with me if you are interested, or spend time immersing yourself in content made by animal rights activists and learn what we are actually trying to inform people of.