#tw.rape

[a-sip-of-milo]

My thoughts goes out to everyone who has experienced/does actively experience intrusive thoughts involving murder, rape, beastiality, paedophilia, and abuse towards your loved ones/people in general.

These kinds of intrusive thoughts aren't spoken about near enough because it makes people uncomfortable and they're not something online influencers can make into some quirky, fun thing that everyone wants to have.

It's okay to be frustrated with yourself for having them. It's okay to be upset and to wish that you could make them go away. I do, too.

But it's also important to remind yourself that these thoughts do not define who you are as a person.

#tw.paedophilia #tw.beastiality #tw.murder #tw.rape #intrusive thoughts #actually mentally ill #mentally unstable #neurodivergency #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent

[prttykittes]

I CANT. I CANT JUST LEAVE U WITH THAT NASTY DAZAI THING BRO…

But I can provide, oh so much dark content 🤧. WAIT… I have smth cooking rn

tw roofie so rape, kidnapping, knife play

You meet Dazai at a bar. You begin talking and shit then when you go to the restroom, he drugs your drink. he doesn’t want to see you out with some other guy so he decides to take you home🤭. Your limp body rests on his shoulder. As soon as he thinks you’re drugged out enough, he carries you out of the bar and into his car to take his sweet doll home. When he gets home, he locks you in a room. He does make sure to be there with you when you get up. But you looked so hot resting on the bed. He couldn’t help but begin to touch himself. His hand on your face as he strokes himself. His soft grunts and moans fills the room as you start to gain consciousness. Your eyes widen as you see him and yourself. Dazai then immediately jumps on you to cover your mouth. He threatens you, and holds a knife in his hand. he takes the knife and slowly traces your skin before stabbing it into the mattress. he never takes his eyes off of your as he began to remove your underwear. He doesn’t even prep you. he slides his cock into your tight hole. He lets out a pound moan as he bottoms out inside of you. The drug still had your body limp so you really where just a doll for him to use. He makes sure to be gentle yet harsh with you as he pounds you into the mattress. his hand in tangled in your hair and tugging it so he can get access to your neck. he grabs the knife and gently carved his initials into your neck so that you have a reminder that you’re his.

:3 anon

Ahhhjh!?!?? I love this, I read it wrong, I am dumb. Anyways I love you so much :3 anon!?!?! You have such good ideas!!

#anon: :3 #:3 anon #tw.rape #kittytail #kittypussy #x reader smut #dazai smut #bsd smut #tw.knife play

[automaticcroissantbatsludge]

So many Snover have dark,angst headcanon about Snape was raped but who was his rapist.

Sirius called Snape's Lucius 's lapdog and Bella called him Dumbledore's pet

Yes It might have nothing to do with sex but I will pretend it has

Dumbledore and Lucius are different as day and night but I tried to find a few things they had in common

1 they were older than Snape

2 Snape saw them as mentors

3 They have some power over Snape.

4 Bella and Sirius thought Snape gain some benefit for being a lapdog

I don't think they are Snape's rapist but I think his rapist give the same vibe. I think he might be his old employer. I mean Snape had graduated 3 years before he became a teacher. He had to work somewhere, right? I don't think Voldy gave his deatheaters their salary and Snape was poor and didn't have a rich friend who supported him.

#pro snape #snape defense #snape #severus snape #snapedefense #snapedefender #anti snaters #anti marauders #anti james potter #anti remus lupin #anti sirius black #bottom snape #rape #tw.rape

[hellokatherine]

Every time I fuck myself I can’t help but wish my dildo was a nasty r4pist’s cock. Thinking about having a gross perv overpower me and violate my little kitty gets me so hot. I wanna be someone’s braindead little victim so bad🥺

#strap or dick tbh #tw.rape #daddy issues #rapetoy #victimkink #mommysbaby #mommy k!nk

[degenrcy]

jeff da killa puts you to sleep ->

warnings: rape, blood, death, stalker, he totally loves you

link to ao3 if you want to read as i update, because who knows when or what i'll post on here!

a calm summer night. fresh sheets and a new pajama set. you lotioned up well, did your skincare, put up your hair securely after its own special treatment. a 3-wick vanilla scented candle filling up your room, soft music playing from your open laptop.

you slipped your panties on after sliding off your towel, showing off to the laptop and potential dark web perverts watching you through your tapped camera... just kidding! that stuff wasn't even real, who cares, nothing bad has happened to you ever anyways.

you were perfect; smooth and clean, smelled like a girl, looked like a girl, you probably felt like a girl. you were mesmerizing, clueless, naive, dumb, stupid, stupid, stupid bitch. a dumb, fucking idiot who left their window open on this calm summer night. multiple windows, just in case a possible intruder murderer rapist burglar wanted to do a house tour before intruding murdering raping raping again and robbing you.

i guess girls stay up late too, the light of your phone dulling out the shape of your face. expressionless, smooth cheeks, no longer smiling. just scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling. one day you'll find the one- the perfect video to wrap up the night. not tonight.

boots touched down in your bathroom, mirror still foggy with products lined up on the sink waiting to be properly closed and put away. you were messy, lazy. you buy all these things, but don't have a place for them. you're useless.

he pondered the thought of flickering the bathroom lights. getting your attention. stabbing you through the shower curtain. it wasn't fun like that. this was going to be fun.

not much decoration for a girl like you. there's a dedicated board with pictures of friends and maybe some other meaningful sentimental items. he ripped off a photo booth picture of you to stash in his wallet and show you off to his friends... right. if he could smile anymore, he could. he wanted. he was.

slow calculated, heavy steps closer to your room. the vanilla and coconut and strawberry and burnt hair from the dryer wafted through the air. it was adorable, you trying to be so many kinds of girls at once... but there you were, in all your glory. natural state, relaxed, no performance in sight. his eyes widened at the sight-

girl. bra-shirt. pink. shorts. panties under shorts? alone. looking at phone, headphones, perfect. wait, even better, you tossed and turned a couple times before finally settling on showing your bare back to him. ass.

he slipped through, caressing the blade in his pocket. his fingertips twitched against the sharp side, edging closer and closer to nicking himself. but that would hurt. that's why he does it to others.

he watched your phone with you for a while, the mass amounts of content you ingest at once and switching through the same 3 apps was bound to drive you insane at some point. no wonder you haven't fallen asleep yet. ah, your ass jiggled a little. nice.

you couldn't even scream when he finally pounced on you, perma-crazed eyes forcibly locking onto your fear-filled ones. cold against your throat. pressure on your stomach holding you down. smooth, smooth, silky smooth skin. his fingers were disgusting against your mouth and nose, no more vanilla-coconut but dirt-blood-disgusting-horrible-oh-my-god-howdidyougetinherepleasedontkillmeohmygod

he was just gonna help you fall asleep!

"lift up your shirt." he commanded, twirling around the very used knife in front of you, leaning back to let you move. this is where you scream, attract your roommates and neighbors- oh wait thats right you're alone and he would've killed everyone else in the place and look at that, whimpering and lifting up your shirt. tiiiiits.

your phone buzzed with a text message, briefly lighting up the room. his face now dimly lit, and your face was completely disgusted. now you hurt his ego, so you were really gonna get it.

he twirled the knife back into his grip, stabbing through your precious phone. his free hand found its spot back at your jaw, gripping tightly until your cheeks smushed together and dug into your gums. he stared, unblinking, lowering the knife closer to your warm skin. he wanted to crawl inside you, burrow himself in your ribs, feel your womanly-warmth all the time and have you coddle him and rock him around while you walked around.

"take off everything now, slut."

you shook like a newborn deer taking its first steps and he was the obsessed hunter growing his collection of cute deer heads on his wall. he hummed in satisfaction as you peeled away your soft panties, trying to cover up and slow the process as much as possible. jokes on you, he loved a strip tease.

his knife tapped your knee, mouthing "open. up." silently, smooth shiny legs parting open for him. the flat of the blade rode up your thigh, your frail hands daring to try and stop him. a quick turn of his wrist and slice the first little baby cat scratch stretched across your bare thigh. your lips trembled underneath his fingers, tears welling in your eyes. you took it like a champ!

he let the blood soak up the blade as much as possible, giggling to himself at how sick you looked and how you writhed under his weight when he rubbed it into your face. he made a smile on your face with your own leg-blood. he licked your face, laughing even more as you cried. he spit on the knife, a bloody gob dripping down the length of it, then slid it down to your cunt. his heart swelled at your body freezing up, tensing, preparing for the worst. no no no, he wasn't cruel, not a monster.

"don't move," he huffed, undoing his pants as quick as possible and finally freeing his dick from its constraints. he rubbed the knife on himself, grabbing your wrists with on hand, holding them above your shaking-no head. no-no-no, side to side. "go on, beg me not to."

"p-please," you obliged. "anything but this, please, i-i don't know what you want..."

he rolled his eyes- heard it all before. he wiggled his way inside you, being as scared as you were made it a tight fit. it always did. he loved it.

you gave in so easily, you weren't even trying to kick him, what a little fucking whore. the nerve to make it seem like you didn't want it, hilarious.

he slashed your beauty a few more times, letting it trickle down your sides and into the bed sheets. he rubbed it all over your chest and stomach and face, tonguing your mouth with iron-taste filth and cigarette residual. you were getting quieter as he moved his hips faster, eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling instead of the hideous creature inside you right now. he understood, the bodys way of coping and all.

he could let go of your hands now, they remained above your head anyways. phone out, flash on, record. in another life jeff would've loved to be an amateur pornstar. he got the best angles to watch his dick slipping inside you, blood inside and out and all over, it was fucking hot. he closed in on your face, the flash forcing your eyes closed and mind back to earth.

"n-no, please, don't." you only could cry, single word demands fall on fully hearing ears that didn't give a shit. he dug the knife into your face, ripping a scream finaaalllyyyy from that pretty throat. he tore a smile across your face, pushing himself to cum as deep inside you as he could. he groaned, eyelids twitching and buried in your cunt. he pumped himself a couple times, using you to the fullest. he dropped the knife on your bloodied-pink satin pillow, kissing you harshly.

he moaned into your teeth, it was like a fountain of blood pooling into his mouth from yours- it was perfect. the smell of sex and blood, perfect. the smile on his girl's face after fucking her to sleep, perfect.

you hiccuped as he rummaged through your stuff, not much use to him. lame diary, cheap jewelry, not many electronics other than the one with a hole in it beside you. he was getting hard again just at the sounds you were making, whining for round two. moaning from the pain.

"yeah yeah i'll be right there." he waved you off, palming himself through his boxers while emptying out bags and purses and wallets. when he was done, he caressed the side of your face as he slid his cock along your ruined face. the bloody slit that was your mouth did wonders, especially when he dug the blade into your chest and you started gurgling and bubbling. it felt fucking amazing. he's never had a girl like you. so perfect.

you soon went limp, arm dangling off the edge of the bed and dripping onto the fuzzy little carpet you had for your feet in the morning. the floors got cold, but you always forgot to put on your slippers. he sliced open your arm, just for fun. he peeled back the layers of skin and fat and bone and muscle, he's sorry he put you through all of this. his fingers wiggle between your nerves and tendons- jeff even wondered if he dug deep enough, pull on some strings, could he move your fingers around like a puppet? get you to jack him off even in death?

#creepypasta dark fic #jeff the killer/reader #tw.rape #tw.blood play #tw.dark content #tw.stalking

[atinyladybug-daydreams]

Btw major tom aint made by the author so its not confirmed cannon that adam and evelyn are abuse,ffs yall just want to make them seem more evil,yes theire negligent since sarah was born they had no choice but to use tj to heal her but they were in mourning

First reaction:

Now onto the actual essay, research and resources. Jump towards the bottom at the General Conclusion if you wish to skip the entire essay:

Part 1: The concept of Canon in SCP

The fundamentals to the SCP fandom is that there is NO canon in SCP. This has been stated over and over by the authors, wiki staff, content creators and even fans of the SCP wiki. Some prominent figures of high standing who agreed to this and had contributed to the wiki and the fandom on a large scale itself are Dr.Sherman from Site-42 and Author Raddhager- writer and creator of the Find Us Alive podcast.

SCP Canon is fluid. Period. There is no "One Truth Above All". Articles, tales, series and canons had time and time again, constantly contradict each other because everything is based on the authors' interpretation and canon- which, surprise, the authors are in fact the consumers itself.

Such incidents of contradiction can be seen in the multiple canons, the existence of the few dozens of SCP-001s and every other article that follows its canon (Factory and its lore, Daybreak and its lore, etc) and even who are on the O5 council.

If we're going on the logic of "Everything written in an article is canon", then let me propose a question. What if two articles using the same character/SCiP are contradictory towards each other? Does it mean that one article is "canon" and the other is "a headcanon"?

And this isn't a thought or a what-if situation because this has actually happened in multiple SCP articles. One I can bring up is literally the article for SCP-963.

In SCP-963, the amulet containing Dr.Bright is confirmed and tested to be indestructible. Yet in SCP-6170, an anomalous incident has caused the amulet to crack (and fucking up Dr.Bright in the process). This isn't the first incident where 963 is damage or Bright dies. In the tale for Yesterday in the Resurrection Canon (re: CANON), Clef "kills" Bright by sending the amulet towards the sun. The arguement of "it's a tale" doesn't work here as well because in SCP-6170, an SCP article, 963 begans showing cracks upon the death of the anomaly (6170)- which should be impossible if "SCP-963 is indestructible". Also the argument that 6170 affecting all anomalies in general so 963 being affected isn't wrong can't be brought up cause in many cases, 963 has been pretty much an item that doesn't follow reality's rules

Part 2: The Bright Family, lore and Author Bright. Trigger warning for this part for rape, incest, pedophilia, racism and ableism

The actual canon of the Bright family written by the author is really fucked up and if you wanna kiss their ass and make that canon, be my guest but keep in mind that the Bright family is canonically incestual, openly support rape, pedophiliac and ableist.

I won't go much about all that but @canorrus made a pretty good post collecting all the parts here. [a big tw of rape, incest, pedophilia, racism and ableism before you click the link.]

Anyways if you are standing on the hill where canon can only be confirmed by author bright that means you are in full support of the canon that the bright family is incestual, rape-positive, pedophiliac and ableist. These aren't my rules love, they're yours <3

Also I don't know how to tell you, having YOUR LIVING SON who can heal people heal your DEAD DAUGHTER is fucked up. TJ's anomaly comes in the form of absorbing their injuries and making it his. Are you telling me that the risk of TJ absorbing Sarah's DEATH to revive Sarah is a form of love? Are you telling me that Adam Bright, in his grief of losing his daughter, making the decision to sacrifice ONE LIVING CHILD to bring back a CHILD WHO NEVER LIVED, is not fucked up?

I don't know how to put it in words to tell you that sacrificing a living child to bring back a dead child is not fuck up and grief and mourning doesn't excuse literally hurting a child <3

You wanna know what choice they had towards Sarah's death? NOT USE THEIR OTHER SON TO RAISE THE DEAD.

Part 3: The topic of abuse with Adam and Evelyn Bright. As such, big TW on Abuse

According to Google, abuse refers to "cruel and violent treatment of a person or animal." There's roughly 11 types of abuse towards children which are:

Bullying and cyberbullying

Child sexual explotation

Child trafficking

Criminal exploitation and gangs

Domestic Abuse

Emotional Abuse

Female genital mutilation

Grooming

Neglect

Non-recent abuse

Online Abuse

Physical Abuse

Sexual Abuse

As you can see form the list that I've gotten here, then you can clearly see that Neglect is a form of abuse. Therefore, putting two and two together would make Adam and Evelyn canonically abusive if they had committed neglect towards their 4 children prior to Sarah's birth.

This isn't a thing the fandom came up with, smartass. This is an actual fact that they are abusive

Abuse comes in many different ways and just because Adam and Evelyn don't hit their kids, they still fucked them up severely. Abuse is abuse. There is no "neglect isn't that bad".

If it weren't "that bad", it wouldn't be on the fucking list, genius.

My thoughts:

First of all, so what if we want to make Adam and Evelyn more evil? There is nothing wrong with that in a fandom that has no canon (refer to Part 1). Everything is up to interpretation and if you're being a pissbaby about a majority of the fandom agreeing that Evelyn and Adam Bright are shitty parents, then maybe don't interact with them.

Don't like? Don't interact. If you don't like my canons and interpretations of the Bright family, then kindly please remove your presence from my blog before I do it for you. The block button is right there. Stop shitting on my canons, interpretations and headcanons.

Also like, if you're like "Nothing is canon unless the author of that character makes it canon" then SCP is not the right fandom for you because again, please refer to Part 1 of this entire essay to get it through your thick skull that EVERYTHING and NOTHING is canon and it's up to readers' and writers' interpretation.

SCP and the wiki uses the creative commons license. That means everyone is free to use, distribute, remixed and BUILD ON what is posted in the site and surprise surpsrise, the Bright family were. Don't get your knickers in a twist because what people had build on isn't what you wanted or expected, love.

Oh, one more thing, just because they're mourning doesn't give them an excuse of using their son to bring back their dead daughter. Yes, grief absolutely changes and causes people to act irrationally but at the end of the day, you are still using a paying a living, breathing child to bring back a stillborn, dead daughter. I apologise for the cold and rough wording but I want to be absolutely clear and straightforward with this situation.

General conclusion/tl;dr

Firstly, SCP Canon has never been canon and it belongs to the people and how people interpret it. Canon is cherry picked and nothing is certain.

In addition, canon Bright family is fucked up thanks to the author and if you deem only what Author Bright write as canon, you need to self reflect on some of your personal values and critical thinking.

Plus, Neglect is still abuse. Therefore, Adam and Evelyn are abusive.

Lastly, SCP runs on a creative commons license so everyone's interpretation is valid. Respect other peoples' interpretation and canons and if you don't like it, move on.

Resources, links, other explanations:

SCP Articles & Tales brought up here:

Authors and Content Creators Mentioned who can explain better than me:

Site-42/Dr Sherman:

Wiki Profile

TikTok

YouTube

Author Raddhager:

Wiki Profile

TikTok

General/Other Resources:

NSPCC Types of Abuse

Creative Commons License

Your move.

#Alt answers #anon #putting it in the main tags to max out the broadcast on this clownery #also to set this as an example as to what happens if you come in with your clownery #i have a reputation of hunting down and documenting things to a T so if you fuck around you will find out #beef said i was an apex predator when it comes to this sorta thing afhjdhfkds #scp #dr bright #bright family #jack bright #evelyn bright #sarah bright #tj bright #tw.abuse #tw.incest #tw.rape #tw.pedophilia #tw.racism

[lightlycareless]

TW rape. Will naoya ever be confronted with his and y/n‘s „first night“ together? Like him taking her by force and slapping her for trying defend herself? Will he EVER be forgiven for that by y/n?

Heya anon!

Oh wow, this is quite the heavy ask 😭 Ngl I regret ever writing that scene because of how awful it was for their relationship, but at the same time... it was really in character for Naoya.

Now, I do have to say that his actions were wrongfully motivated, which is something I just revealed in this last chapter (The whole "why did Naoya treat Y/N her like he had resentment towards her.) which is something that will be explored further on.

Long story short, yes. There will be confrontation. Although... Naoya is going to be the one with the initiative :) I hope when it happens, it'll be satisfying!!!! As for forgiveness... we shall see.

Thank you for sending in an ask!! Was not expecting that, but I won't deny I like responding these like these hehe.

Hope you have a wonderful week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #ask series: first it hurts— #tw.rape

[proship-ghost]

how does it feel to be proship btw. to be alienated in every single community you try to join, every fandom. all you have is your other freak friends jacking off to incest rape porn or whatever the fuck lmaooo

you're all so sad and you should kill yourselves so we don't have to look at you.

like seriously, whens the last time a person sat down and told you that they genuinely enjoyed having you around and enjoyed your company as a friend? when? don't lie now.

like the fact that you pedohpiles use "uhhh but it recontextualizes my trauma!!!" i have those traumas and i literally hate you for trivializing this shit so you can jack off.

kill yourself. seriously

Funny how you assume EVERY proshipper ships age gap ship, and simp for lolis/shotas.

It's great actually! I love being with my little freak friends that don't tell others to kill themselves over fictional characters! It's amazing to not be so tied down by bullshit morals and being free to enjoy what I like where it hurts no one.

Actually quite frequently people enjoy my presence because I make them feel welcome for their issues and ideas- maybe you could learn to do the same. I'm sure your parents are so proud of you for standing up to those big scary proshippers, aren't they?

You really throw the most buzzwords together and say that encompasses everyone in a community, don't you?

I have never said it "recontexualizes my trauma" I tag and warn EVERY thing I say you can easily scroll, but instead you weasel your way into a community for coping with a trauma by relating to characters who have gone through what you have by giving them an opportunity to cope and thrive whereas you cannot.

Also, let's not water down actual pedophilia for liking dark fictional media. You're watering down actual abusers and disgusting people because two cartoon characters look hot together.

Get better soon ❤️

#tw.mention of inscest #tw.incest #proship #proshipping #proshipper safe #my asks #anti bullshit #tw.rape #tw.pedophilia #tw. death

[xiax]

They expected a whole apology like h-h-hey guys i-im sowy i wrote cnc but didnt give the characters backstory, profile and got them a real passport and id to prove that it was consensual I pinky pwomise its never ever gonna happen again

SOTOTPTPPP ITTTTTT IM STILL SO CONFUSED ON WHAT THAT ACRUAL PROBLEM WAS I THOT IT WAS ONE OF THOSE "cnc is still sa" PEOPLE BUT THE IT TURNED INTO "why didn't u tell me consensual non consent was consensual?!?!?" genuinely CONFUSING

still tho ur right it is my bad 😞😞😞😞😞😞 i'll make sure to actually get my characters registered with the state so they can be punished if it's not consensual

#+ask #+anon #tw.rape

[automaticcroissantbatsludge]

Tw: intersex Snape, bottom snape, bullying rape ,vagina sex, anal sex , oral sex ,handjob, unwanted pregnency, victim blaming, blackmail,

I had a dream about Snape. After swm Snape tried to hide in the dungeon but marauders found him. They wanted to get him naked again.

Snape: Why! you have already seen my thing

Marauders (laughed cruelly) We have a bet. We want to know how your nipples look like.What are their colour.

Snape tried to protect himself but marauders managed to get him naked.

Sirius: Wow! You have purple nipples. How weird.

(Snape had bruises on his nipples)

James: Let's see your thing again.

They spread his leg and found he not only had dick but pussy too.The pussy was hidden behind his dick

James: you are a freak but you have pussy and arse. (He turned to Sirius) We can have group sex with him

Sirius: how

James: I prefer pussy. I will fuck his pussy. You can fuck his arse and for Remus and Peter, they can get blowjob and handjob from a freak

Snape: I won't do it

James (grinned) really Snivellus. So you prefer that everyone know your secret

Snape; I don't care

James: you don't care if anyone knows about your parents. (James stole letter from Eileen to Snape and know about his homelife)

Snape (who love his parents no matter what they had done to him didn't want his father locked out in jail or his mother locked out in hospital paled)

Snape: Please. Anyone can pass by. You will have trouble.

James no we won't. You will have trouble. You will tell anyone that you put us on imperious curse

Snape: I won't do it

James: If you won't.I will tell my father that you are filthy deatheater. He believes every words I say and he is famous potion master. You will never accept your potion masterly

Snape but if anyone thinks I use unforgivable curse. I will never gain it either

James (pondering) so you will tell everyone that you backmail us. You told us that if we don't have sex with you.You will reveal Remus's secret

Peter: I prefer to get handjob. I fear he will bite me if he gives me blowjob

James: ok how about you Remus

Remus ( tried to have an excuse to do it) thinking: Snape is biased. He hated me because I am a werewolf.He called me wolf.He tried to backmail me ( he forgot that Snape only called him wolf when no one was around and never backmail him): ok

Then marauders took a turn to fuck. James made sure that Snape couldn't bite any of them Snape.Four of them have 4 kinds of fucking. When it's James' turn to have vagina sex. He was disappointed that no one passed by so he called Hogwarts elf to take a picture of them.

The marauders gave pictures to school newspaper.They told them to censored their face but not Snape. Told them that Snape backmail them to fuck him.

McGonagall read the newspaper and believed it. Snape was just slimey Slytherin that wanted to get her precious boys in trouble.She went to Dumbledore demand him to sack Snape

Dumbledor refused

Snape foun out he was pregnant. He tried to abort but he had a dream

Two children one girl and one boy. The girl had Sirius' s face but his skin. The boy have James's face and Snape'eyes

Two children:Please don't kill us. mom we want to see you and our fathers

Snape (frustated) if you call me mom Don't call those monster fathers

Children: we call them fathers because they gave birth to us but we will never call him dad. Please mom we will get revenge for you.

Snape awoke he named his son Willow because he had dark brown eye and he liked whomping willow and named his daughter Pearl because She had pale skin.

James and Sirius have dream about their children too

James: I dream about handsome boy that looks a lot like me. I think I will get to fuck Lily

Remus: he looked like your twin eh

James yes except his eyes. He had black eyes

Sirius: how he had black eyes if he's your and Evans son.

James Don't tell me..

Sirius: what if he's your and Snape's son

James he can't be pregnant.He is a freak of nature. Nature never built fertile freak.

I'm awake before I know the ending but I think that marauders will notice that Snape pregnant and worried if it was their child. They tried to take care of Snape because they afraid that Snape will abort their children and start to develop felling for him At last Snape managed to get his rapist in Azkaban. He took his four children. Yes four from each marauders to visit their father and make sure that his rapist know that not only him didn't forgive their crime. But their own children also hated them

#pro snape #snape defense #snape #severus snape #snapedefense #anti snaters #snapedefender #anti marauders #anti james potter #anti remus lupin #anti sirius black #anti peter pettigrew #tw.rape #tw. abuse #tw.victim blaming #tw.backmail #tw.abortion

[classic-caldwell-moment]

Putting out my own post about it but, if you associate with/are a Proshipper or a person who fetishizes/romanticizes noncon/rape, you're going to get fucking blocked.

It genuinely sucks because I've become quite trusting in the past year [And I'm already a very impressionable person] and the idea of having our trust being thrown back in my face makes me SICK, it makes our protectors SICK.

Respect my DNI and stay in your perverted corner of the internet. Thanks.

#postinginsilence #not dl related #I dont post shit like this to THIS blog on a day to day basis and I hope I will never have to again #tw.rape mention #tw.proship mention #🌼him.txt

[quirklessidiot]

title : minazuki [7:the devil in disguise] pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, romance, mature, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)

Summary: In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.

Warnings: mentions of marital rape, brief mentions of pedophilia, pregnancy, cheating, man slaughter, heavy injuries on a pregnant woman, child destruction, blood, choking, unhealthy obsession, and murder (these are explicity and written in detailed) Notes: im back bloop and ive deleted some people off the taglist since they were ageless, dont hesitate to pm me if u were a part of it (like just say ur of age ig?) 

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chapter summary: Unanswered questions and lingering touches, boiling down to a high point where you can’t even figure out your emotions anymore.

“You look beautiful, my love.”

This is different.

You blink for a moment as you try to take in your surroundings, you’re in an unfamiliar estate under a beautiful cherry blossom tree. The florals blooming beautifully and the sun softly grazing you. It seemed to be spring by the looks of it. Your attention though, returns to the man who said those words.

He was someone you didn’t even recognize. Daresay, he looked out of place too. Unlike you who’s clothed in the finest of silk kimono’s and adorned in jade. He’s garbed in an old and tattered yukata with a katana attached to his hip, along with his long uneven hair tied away from his face. You're mildly unsure if you should even approach this stranger yet your body does the opposite of what you normally do. You run towards him, throwing yourself as if you knew who he was, “You’re home.” you exclaim as he catches you, enfolding yourself in his warm presence.

You’re befuddled by such brazen actions and the way your lips are betraying you as well. You embrace such a man and utter such longing when you didn’t even recognize him at all, “I’ve missed you.” You continue as you lay there on the crook of his neck, hugging him as tight as you could.

“And I, as well.” he confessed, despite his seemingly belligerent exterior, his tone only exuded fondness and warmth.  Letting you go gently, he gazes into your eyes once more with so much love and affection, it’s a rather foreign feeling as well for you’ve never felt something as strong as this in your entire life. He places his rough hands on top of the smooth expanse of your cheek, his thumb caressing it in circular motions, “How long has it been since I last saw you?” 

“A year.” you take a hold of the hand on your cheek and shut your eyes, responses coming out as automatic even if you didn’t know the man, “A year since I last saw you. I was afraid you’d never come back. You know how cruel those filthy things can be. I prayed every single night for you to come home to my warm embrace.”

You feel your heart beat erratically for this man, your head devoid of any other thoughts, your face turning hot as he tenderly strokes your waist, and knees turning weak as you succumb to his warmth once again. 

It was such an outlandish feeling yet you couldn’t let go, he felt like home. Like you could trust him and lay there, safely. The man seemed to look at you as if you were his world and you shared that same notion as well. 

It’s one that makes every burden seem to go away, as if the world around them was silent and they were the only ones in it. Only now do you notice how much these people long for each other. You wonder if this was a memory or if it was because you decided to scan one of your grandmother’s romance books for the night. 

You blink for a brief second, the scenario changing quickly as if you skipped through some scenes of a movie. The subtle musky mixed with the sweet scent of spring and florets is replaced by the strong, repulsive, and pungent odor of blood. The man on your arms has disappeared, instead, a familiar mucus-like substance is on your fingers, one you’re sure that’s not yours. You take one step forward and let out a small yelp, the pain of the sprained ankle jolting throughout your whole body makes you almost fall on your knees. 

So you try to adjust your vision to the endless abyss of rooms upon rooms, one that’s completely unfamiliar paired with unbroken silence

No, this wasn’t a romance book.

This was a memory.

One of which you’ve never encountered.

Your gaze trickles down to your belly, your stomach bulging and you could only let out a nervous gulp as you shakily touch it with your bloodied hand. The heavy feeling suddenly weighing you down like a ton. You were with child. You take in one deep breath then another as you try to calm yourself, the sense of danger lingering at the back of your mind as you painfully limp towards the front, no destination in mind.

Yet you stop on your tracks when you feel a wild and inexplicable presence behind you.

The screeching sound of metal being dragged across the wooden floor makes you pull yourself together and try to pick up your pace, “Where are you going, my sun?” a voice bellows and for the first time,  you know what real trepidation feels like. 

The man was not like the one a while ago, whoever behind you was     felt like a stranger, “My sun, my moon, where are you going?” he continues, the tone of his voice is deadly calm and flat. His heavy footsteps reverb on the wooden floor. 

You feel your eyes start to water as you continue to push yourself to trudge forward, terror mounting every step you take as you refuse to look behind yet you lose your footing and the sudden impact of the wooden floor along with your already injured ankle makes you immediately howl in agony. You take in another round of deep breaths, as tears start to mix with your sweat, one hand on your womb, checking if the children in it were alright, “I told you not to run.” the voice whispers as he bends down next to you, throwing the katana to the side, “You’re going to hurt yourself more, my sun.”

You chewed onto your bottom lip, seething in pain, you can’t see his face except feel his blood-soaked hands on top of your womb, taking ahold of your dirty hand, “Please,” you pleaded, begged even, the desperation to let the children live is strong, whoever this woman was, she had loved the babies she had carried with all her heart that she was willing to risk her life for them, something that you’d never imagine yourself doing, “Please let my children live.”

“But they aren’t mine.”

Your eyes widened in horror when you slowly started to realize the situation you were in.

“Please.” You begged through the searing aches, clamoring to take a hold of his hand tightly, raising it to your forehead, bowing down in distress, “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“My sun,” he takes his hand away from yours and places it on your chin, tilting it up, the face remains camouflage with the dark. He runs his fingers on your flesh, attempting to wipe away the tears before placing a finger on your mouth, ignoring your pleas. The coldness of his digit alongside someone else's blood and your tears smear on your soft pillowy lips.

“How does that brute’s blood taste?”  he asked simultaneously as he forced his thumb in your mouth, making you taste it’s coppery and acidic tang. He continues to ignore your whimpers and you could only clamp your eyes shut, “Come now, you’ve tasted his cock, taken in his seed, and now you carry his dirty spawns. How does his blood taste now?” 

The tears cascade down faster at the realization that he had killed the man awhile ago, “My lord-” you say through muffled panic as he presses his thumb forward, forcing you to taste it, making you almost choke when he moves it further backwards.

The faceless man continues his ministrations, not even caring if you were writhing in pain and he was blocking your airways with what he was doing. For a man who proclaimed and adored you as his sun and his moon, he sure wasn’t hesitant to kill you slowly and painfully.

Finally, he takes out his finger, the saliva connecting it to your mouth as you slowly cough out and spit the substance on the floor, “It seems like we’ll have to deal with this on my own terms.” you hear the unsheathing of a small dagger. 

The body didn’t even bother to put up a fight, the very presence of the man had reduced whoever this person was into nothingness.

“I’ll have to carve those things out of your stomach, my sun.” 

“No- please- not them- anything but my ch-” you try to beg but before you could even say anything more, you feel the sharp object plunging into your womb. 

At first, you feel numb. The sensation is one that this body is not accustomed to. It’s only when he starts twisting the metallic object in your uterus that the searing pain starts spreading throughout, the feeling of the blade tearing your insides as he runs it down like paper. He was literally going to rip you open to get those children out of you. Your breathing starts turning slow while there's a tangy taste coming forth your mouth as you slowly start to cough out a red liquid substance.

Everything around you starts turning to a motionless blur and your vision turns black. 

Your eyes shoot open as you sit up right, clammy hands clutching the duvet beneath you as you twist it to a tight knot. You draw in one long breath then another, the faint smell of lavender and vanilla essence residing in the air filling your nostrils. You try to regain your senses as you look around the room, listing the objects you could see to try and calm you down. 

Whatever memory that was, it was heavy. There was no way that memory was right because that child wouldn’t have been able to live with whatever that psychotic bastard was doing nor would that woman be able to get out of there alive.

Slowly, you wrap your arms around yourself, nails digging through your upper limb as you rock yourself back and forth. The painful sensation is gone but your head was still in a mess and your throat was dry.

Water, you needed water. Something to eat as well. You need to distract yourself from everything that’s running around your head. You yank your blanket off your body and get out of bed in a hurry. In order to avoid running into Satoru, you ended up with a small jar of packaged treats in your room and you’d take in a tall glass of water before coming in. 

You glug on the tall glass of water, drowning in it as your mind zooms back to that mind-numbing dream you just had. It’s odd how realistic everything was, then again, they were memories of people so it was only natural that you’d be getting the full-experience of it yet the first part seemed so different.

You’ve never dreamt of a romantic scene like that before.

You shake your head at the thought of it, placing the glass down before running your hands through your dry hair, the scene that played after was more like it. Cheating on her husband? It was still pretty brutal that he wanted to carve her fetuses out. Judging by the way she even moved, she was probably forced into the situation as well since she seemed to like the deceased more than whoever her husband was.

How cliché, it seemed like her life became quite tragic for following her heart.

“Ah,” you muttered, placing one hand over your head, “Might as well read something from the pile.” you turn to find some of your grandmother’s clutter neatly scattered on the floor across you. There wasn’t much except old romance novellas, a few old postcards and pictures, and some old children's story books, classic Japanese stories as she liked to call them when she taught you how to read them. The old woman was careful with whatever she left behind.

Opening your nightlight, you settle on the floor and stare at the post cards yet again, trying to discern them. Some were of beaches and corals, a few others of caves and forests. It was an odd mix of natural tourist spots in japan. They were all gifts from her old circle of friends, along with the words ‘happy birthday’, the years varied so she must’ve asked for the same thing every year. 

You cocked a brow at the weird gesture but you continue to read the greetings anyways. All sang praises and hums of how great a wife she was and how her children would be a part of the new society. She probably wanted to get out as much as you did and this was probably the only way to do it, the only farthest you both went to before was a beach front that was nearby and that was after your grandpa’s death.

You could only part your lips to sigh while you place it down and turn to romance novels. You were never one to read them growing up. In front of your family, you ended up indulging yourself with gardening because the idea of growing something and giving it life was small comfort to you. The thought of reading a romance novel in the situation you were in made you feel quite bilious.

You take one random book and look at the strange title with amusement. You turn to the steamy description at the back and almost let out a snort as you read it, it’s odd to picture your grandmother even reading such things. You open it and start carelessly flipping through the pages, checking if she had left something.

One book after another, you throw it back into the pile because they contained nothing until you’re left with a single one. An old story book, one that your grandmother had you read to her so you’d be able to learn how to properly enunciate as a child.

You read the story of Momotaro a lot, probably even memorized it since she had you read it until you got it perfectly right when you were five years old and had you even rewrite some passages of it until your hands would hurt.

You can’t even believe she kept it, she didn’t seem to be the sentimental type of person since you both didn’t share that type of relationship. You trace the cover of the book for a brief period before opening it, your mouth pressing to a thin line as you stare at the coffee-stained pages. You start twirling the page and playing with it’s side as another memory comes in. This book was something that your grandfather had apparently gifted you when you were born because apparently you were like Momotaro    a gift from God.

Sometimes you wondered what would’ve happened if your grandmother hadn’t killed him. Things would’ve most likely turned out very different on your part, maybe even more daunting because she had told you of his plan to keep you in the family until you were twenty-five. He had apparently taken an interest in you when he had seen you formally for the first time when you were ten years old. You feel your hairs stick to an end when you recall that memory. Thankfully, your grandmother ended up sticking a hairpin whilst he was asleep. Ultimately, since she was stronger than you, your grandfather died because one of his organs had ‘mysteriously’ ruptured whilst he was asleep when in fact your grandmother had acidified it with the use of a hairpin. 

Your gaze turns blank, expecting the usual beginning of the tale yet your grip on the reading material tightens with what you see after. 

Your grandmother had scribbled through the whole first page of the story. No words were left, along with blocking out some faces of the characters. It seemed like she just had drawn over them each with a pen.

You move to the next page as well, it’s even worse, the pen marks took out the whole paper  and not a single white space of it could be seen. It makes you raise a brow at her absurd actions. You start skimming through quickly, some pages have been ripped out which made your pupils flare up because where did it go? Even the drawings of the Oni’s in the book become even more highlighted as you delve deeper into the story, one you’re sure would give five year old you nightmares.

By the end of the book, Momotaro is scratched out while his friends are drawn over.

You blink, touching the vandal’s your grandmother had done to the page, “What are you trying to say?” you mumbled. Maybe this was done out of spite, your grandmother might’ve been angry that day and decided to release her frustrations elsewhere. You shut the book simultaneously as the sound of the door across your room slides open and the sudden registration of the familiar curse energy snaps you back to reality, your shoulders instantaneously tense up. Your husband was home.

You would so much as disregard him and his whole being whenever you’d see him before so It’s odd how even his mere presence can reduce you to this now. Your lips purse to a small sigh as you put the book down and slide it under your bed. Carefully standing up and not making any more noise. As you slide in the comforts of your duvet, you hear a soft knock outside. 

Your dainty fingers suddenly pull the fabric to cover yourself, “Y/N?” your husband calls out behind the door. You hold your breath as you lean against the headboard, not wanting to respond to the man nor face him at all, “Your nightlight is open.” he continues, “Are you okay?”

Ignoring him would be wise. It always is, it was what you were supposed to do after what he saw and how he reacted. It would be sagacious to push him further away from you to get rid of whatever feeling that’s clawing in your chest. Every single time you see him, the feeling gets stronger and every time he shows a little bit of himself, Satoru becomes less of a higher being and ends up looking more human in your eyes.

A good man, you thought, just a lonely and good man who had the world on his shoulders and had no one to be with.

That’s what he is to you now.

The knocking stops and the silence returns, signalling that he has probably left you alone to your own devices and you're about to let out a sigh of relief at this yet another round of soft knocks comes about, making your muscle spasm at the sudden sound, “Yuuji and I were out today and we got you something. I’ll just leave it out here. Goodnight, Y/N.”  you slowly slide your legs close to your body, wrapping your arms around them as you try to comfort yourself.

“It’s alright.” you mumbled, “it’ll be over when you tell him.”

Satoru knew from the get go that he should have apologized for crossing another boundary between you two but he couldn’t help it, it was in his nature already, he’s not exactly sure why he can’t even turn away like before anymore.  Aside from the growing concern for you and the way you seem to generally just avoid him after those incidents, he’s stuck in limbo as always but he’s pretty sure, he’s in deeper      if that was even possible.

He’s not exactly supposed to feel a lot of things regarding interpersonal relationships, it wasn’t exactly in his operandi and it wasn’t right for someone like him. In the end, he ends up thinking of protracted thoughts about you and how you seemed to have hurled every rule he has instilled to himself when it came to this marriage.

Not only did he end up eating his own words in the beginning. You had his life in your hands and that he ends up showing more of himself towards you than the myriads of people in his life that come and go. What’s even more astonishing was that he didn’t mind all of this at all. He seemed more than alright to put in the effort and put his best foot forward despite this rather confusicating relationship that you had both built.

He watches Itadori lay down on the ground, huffing out a sigh as he stares at the clouds above, “Hey Sensei…” he suddenly asked out loud, “...How come Y/N-san doesn’t go out that much?”

Satoru’s brow turns up at his choice of words, “What do you mean?”

“She’s always inside these days. Isn’t it boring?” he inquired, it didn’t come out as an insult but more so as genuine curiosity. It may have given the older man an idea as well. You’d never say no to Megumi whenever he asked for things and maybe, if he played his cards right, he can have you outside here when he and Yuuji are going to be having refreshments. Maybe steal a glance or two with how you were doing and hear you talk about how your days went.

“Maybe you should invite her out.” Satoru casually advised, leaning against the sakura tree, “I think she’s at the library now. She’s fond of reading a lot.”

The salmon-haired boy suddenly sits up, “But sensei…” his eyes narrow to slits at his teacher's words like he knew what he was planning, “Shouldn’t you be the one asking her?”

It seemed like this one was going to be harder to convince than Megumi.

“Yuuji,” he fakes a sigh, “I just want you to be close with Y/N. That’s all. She’s going to be around a lot especially if Megumi starts dragging you back here. It would be nice to get to know her.”

Truth be told, the reason why Itadori Yuuji can’t seem to stay long with you alone in the room is because Sukuna has been trying to pressure him to get him out for a while. Apparently, you reminded him of an old memory, one that he wants to check out for himself and see if it’s actually right. He’s not exactly crazy to say yes, of course. It’s just terribly bothersome how insistent the thing in his body is.

He’s not even entirely sure if he should tell his Sensei about it because he sounded too serious about it. By memory, Sukuna did not have the least bit of kind intentions, especially towards women and he’d definitely not want to hurt you at all so he tries to maintain his distance as well. Making sure to only meet you when he’s around his Sensei.

“That’s truly a shame, Sensei.” Itadori lays down again, pursing his lips together, he’s pretty sure he is being used as a patsy, right now. It doesn’t exactly escape his eyes last night that you weren’t even glancing back at his teacher, it could only mean one thing. A couple fight! Back in the day while his grandfather was still alive, he’d usually tell stories about how his grandmother kept ignoring him when they would squabble so he’s pretty sure you were doing the same thing too, “...But I think you’re just using me because you and Y/N-san are fighting.”

“Me? Y/N?” he laughs, “Fighting? Don’t joke around. We’re perfect!”

“My ji-chan says that obaasan wouldn’t talk to him when they’re fighting.” he deadpanned, not even giving him anymore room for excuses.

SIlence envelopes the pair for a brief moment, “Now there, Yuuji-” it seemed like Yuuji was more hyper aware regarding these things than Megumi and he wasn’t afraid to voice them out.

“I mean,” the young boy’s lips purse together, it would be safer to not see you alone, he’d make sure of it, “Maybe that’s why you and Y/N-san aren’t talking a lot. Ji-chan said he’d always try to fix it before it went bigger.”

Satoru knows he should probably try and approach you but it felt wrong if he did, he might end up fanning the flames and make it worse but Yuuji had a point with that as well, he couldn’t exactly keep ignoring the problem when it was violently waving at his face, “Fine.” he finally agrees, he couldn’t win this one, “I’ll go get her, you should ask Hana to prepare something for us.”

Yuuji’s lips turned to a large grin, sitting up so suddenly that he didn’t have that sort of responsibility anymore, “Good luck, Sensei!” he proclaimed, lifting his hand up and waving it like some madman.

The shaman ends up in front of the library they had at the far back, it’s one he hadn’t visited in a long time since he was barely home but he had heard from Hana that you frequented here a lot. The door clicks open and he’s greeted by the sound of silence and your faint cursed energy, you don’t seem to call him out about it nor did you immediately walk out of the room so he takes this as a sign of approval.

He quietly looks at the first row and sees you through the spaces on the shelves, your nose buried on the book. He presses his mouth to a thin line, thinking of what to say to you before carefully approaching you, “Satoru?” you uttered, your tone is soft unlike before, no anger or malice detected underneath it. Cutting his train of thoughts short when you shut the book and peer at him through the apertures of the shelves.

Satoru has grown to like the way you look at him, call him crazy but he’s noticed that you look at him differently these days despite the altercation that you two had and he’s rather fond of that tender look you give him, one that wasn’t laced with hostility nor emptiness. It’s a new thing for sure but he selfishly wants it all for himself.

“Hi.” he greets you back with the same energy.

“You’re home a lot these days.” you placed the book back on the shelf, taking a few steps forward while Satoru follows you on the other side, matching your pace and when you’re about to change aisles, he quickly strides next to you so that he could give you a closer look.

“I am.” he replied, “I haven’t seen you a lot, though.”

You subtly look away from him and try to switch your attention elsewhere, “Just busy.” you excused, “Not many servants around so I have to do some things by myself.”

“Would you like me to add-”

“No.” you exclaimed out loud, snapping your gaze back towards the white-haired shaman, “No.” you repeat, in a more meek tone, “Just…”

Satoru takes note of how sapped you seem to sound or the way that you subsequently avoid him like a plague these past few days as if your life had depended on it, so he takes in a quiet breath, trying to cherry-pick his words, “I’ll tell Hana to send some chamomile to you room tonight.” he cuts you short, “Try to take care of yourself, I know how hard those things were to heal in a day especially for you.”

You feel your grip tighten on the book, “Are you not going to ask about it again?”

“Are you going to tell me?” he throws the question back to you, walking closer until you’re only a few inches apart. There's another round of silence between you two which makes Satoru simply look away, realizing that he has created another complex situation, something he told himself not to do. He was, frankly, very terrible at developing good air between you two. If he’s honest with himself, social relationships with individuals like you are hard, he can’t read the room well so he’s not able to create a proper response. 

He chews on the inside of his cheek, comprehending the situation he had just made along with the conclusion that you were never going to answer that question, just like the others, “Nevermind.” he continues, taking a step back, “I feel like I know your answer for this one.”

“Are you mad?”

“No,” he affirmed, still looking away from you when he realizes that the distance between you two would never close, that you’ll probably never look at him differently and that no matter what he did, he had to accept the fact that this is where he stood, “I don’t think I could ever get mad at you, Y/N.”

Satoru doesn't know why it bothers him when he’s given that abrupt realization, it’s one that he finds rather foreign since he has never experienced this sort of thing yet but then again, it might be because you’ve always been triggering different types of emotions on his part.

“Oh.” You feel your throat constrict at his words, “Okay.” your voice is mildly hoarse when you hear his words, your knees turn weak when you hear how easily he admits that.

“Go take some rest,” he says instead of inviting you out today, knowing that you seemed to need it more, “I’ll have Hana come in and send you something.”

He doesn’t exactly know why that anomalous feeling in his chest won’t seem to go away when you leave him alone in the room, why this feeling even worsens this time around despite you doing it so many times to him before.

Hana is always reminded of the beautiful things whenever she sees you, you could say that she has grown to idolize you quite a lot. Maybe it was because you had quite the motherly nature, one that she’s never experienced growing up and how you seem to be quite patient with her despite the little mistakes she’d commit since this was her first time to serve directly under a lady of a high clan.

She recalls the promise of you going so far as promising a better husband prospect for her since you’d be able to introduce her to better men of higher caliber but the young girl doesn’t seem to be as interested at the idea unlike before, she’s grown to like the estate and your presence by a milestone, how you seem to deliberately go out of your way to make sure everyone gets paid well and has the good working conditions or the way you’d join them for breakfast since the master wasn’t usually here.

She likes the regality you exuded and the eloquence you have, you were definitely someone she’d want to be when she grows older. As a woman, you were perfect and strong in her eyes. Something that she’d normally not see growing up.

“Y/N-san?” She was ordered by the master to bring some chamomile tea earlier. Another thing she found endearing was the silent and subtle gestures that the master and you had been doing. It was quite enchanting to see such a marriage unfold between her eyes, it was as if she was seeing something magical transpire before her eyes. She’s much sure that unlike most arranged marriages, this was going to end on a more positive note -- with cute kids and a more loving family.

You decided to retire early tonight and sadly hadn’t joined the master and his guest for dinner, “Hana?” you turn to her, a brush on your hand, “What have you got there?”

“Gojo-sama had me bring this.” She sheepishly disclosed, raising the silver tray with expensive chinaware carefully laid there, “He says it’s for you.”

She watches how your tenuous gaze returns to the mirror, “You could leave it there.”

Hana does as she’s ordered to but her attention shifts elsewhere as she’s preparing and pouring the tea to the cup, “Do you like romance novels, Y/N-san?” she suddenly inquires, grazing at the wide array of romance books that were stacked against one another.

You continue to brush your hair, “Not so much, why?”

“Oh, nothing…” she timidly shakes her head, returning to what she was doing, “I just...you have a lot of romance books…”

“You can have some if you’d like.” you nonchalantly comment, “I’m not particularly fond of them and they’d just collect dust there.”

“I-I could never…” The young girl stops what she’s doing, turning towards you and lowering her head, it would definitely be disrespectful if she had done that because those hardbound covers looked quite expensive, “Plus L/N-san…” her ears turn bright red due to embarrassment, “I-I can’t exactly read…” she stammered.

You stop whatever you were doing and turn towards her, the young girl continues to bow down to you, probably self-conscious about the sudden confession. Your lips pressed to a thin line, resting your head on your palm, “Would you like me to teach you then?”

Hana, at once, looks up and stares at your eyes, “Pardon me, Y/N-san?” she stands up erectly, raising her hand and waving it back and forth, “Oh, I-I shouldn’t my otosan, he would-”

You smile, placing one finger on top of your lip, “It’ll be our little secret, Hana.” You winked,  “...Just like those little rumors you’ve done to help me, a worrying wife. It won’t harm anyone if you know how to read.”

Hana doesn’t know why her eyes seem to water at what you said, it was probably the genuinity of your tone or how you seemed to not mind taking some time off your busy schedule to teach some mere servant girl from a low clan to read. She clasps her hands together and starts fervently nodding towards you, “That...that would be very nice, Y/N-san…” she expressed in deep gratitude, “I’ll be sure to learn well.”

There are certain things you have to take note of when you wake up in the middle of the night after a bad dream, you’re more than likely in need to drink a lot of water or better yet, get out for some fresh air. The darker the dream, the more chances you’ll find yourself running out of your room barefooted towards the garden. There's something about it that felt very much comforting, it’s more than likely it gave you a sense of realism. That those were something just far off and not you actually, that despite inhibiting the bodies and experiencing the excruciating pain, it’s not you experiencing them.

Yet when you hurriedly slide your door open to get out after that rather daunting dream of a man not only maltreating his wife but forcing her to warm his bed, feeling the pain yourself and crying out for him to stop as he impels and degrades you while pumping his length in despite being an untouched woman. You find your husband going right out of his room as well, freshly out of the shower in his usual night wear. You inwardly let out some curses, you were too entranced and too deep in thought that you hadn’t even noticed your husband coming in late.

His blank gaze turns soft when it bores down on you, “Y/N?” he tenderly utters your name, the conversation you had at the library makes your heart sore for he continues to treat you well, maybe even cordially, as if you both didn’t seem to be on two different ends and you just hadn’t exploded right at his face. At moments like this, he seemed to act more like a husband than just a housemate who lived across your room, “Hey.” He greets you casually.

And it scared you a lot.

“Satoru.” you hesitantly greet him, not wanting to raise your voice since you know it might crack. The memory tonight has made you easily feel petrified for the longest time that you were too distressed to even try and formulate a proper excuse to get out of this conversation because that could’ve been you if you hadn’t forced your way to marry this man.

That could’ve been your life.

In more ways than one, you’ve been blessed to even end up with this man in front of you. People would often be happy that the worst things they’ve thought of the person would end up being the complete opposite.

“You good?” he inquired, slowly inching towards you.

You fervently nod in reply in order to try and appease him yet Gojo Satoru does the usual. He raises his hand, resting his palm on top of your cheek and softly rubs the side of your eye. It’s a gentle and warm action, like the man that appeared in your dreams a few nights ago, “You’re crying.” he murmured, it’s the first time he’s ever seen you cry, albeit it wasn’t much, whatever had terrorized you made you look unintentionally helpless, “Was it worse than the last time?”

“Ah.” you take a step back to get away from him and roughly wipe it away yourself, you force your body to look calm despite the tangled emotions in your mind, “Sorry, that was ill-bred of me-” you try to excuse yourself.

There were moments where you did stop and wonder why amongst all the people you’ve met and encountered, even shared your heart too, you end up showing Gojo Satoru almost all the sides of yourself that you never, ever wanted anyone else to see. It also baffles you that despite all this, he remains unfazed by it and he doesn’t even use it to his advantage, “Want me to stay on the floor again?” He cuts you short, ignoring your previous words and disregarding the fact that you two had quite the heavy conversation a while ago in the library.

“It’s fine, I…” You shake your head, you can’t even form a proper response. So instead, Satoru’s perceptive gaze drifted down to watch how your hands were trembling. It was more than enough reason for him to take a hold of it. His large and rough ones slowly intertwine on your sweaty and clammy ones. He ignores the sensation and remains quiet for a moment in the dimly lit hallway. His presence brings in something familiar. Just like that night in Sendai, one wherein you felt safe and that you were going to be okay.

“I won’t look down and check for it again.” Satoru’s forehead creases as he tries to find the right words to say, evidently just as lost as you, “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He slides the door open behind you while you trail behind him. It’s only now that he gets a good look of the room that is supposedly made for the both of you. You seemed to have ended up making it into your own personal one, with hints of lavender and vanilla essence residual in the air, a book shelf on the side that contained neatly cluttered books about what seemed to be old literature and botany, an out of place red plant, and a small jar of what seemed to be like packaged sweets on top of the small table next to the chair.

He finally lets go of your hand when you reach the large bed and starts to fix your side while you remain standing there behind him. The sour taste on your mouth is right there just as you watch him closely, “Satoru?” you call out.

You want to tell him, you want to rip it out of your system. You want to tell him so he can get away from you and stop whatever kind actions he continues to give you, “Hm?” he stops whatever he’s doing and he turns to face you with his calm and receptive gaze, hands clasping on your duvet. It’s silent once again.

Go on, your mind temptingly offers, go on and tell him.

You swallow down a nervous gulp, “I sleep better on the right.” you bite back your tongue from saying anything more.

In the end, you can’t let the words out of your mouth. A very hypocritical and selfish reaction on your side. You want one thing yet when he’s in front of you, treating you tenderly, something’s holding you back from confessing all your misdeeds and wrongdoings. Maybe it’s because you’re tired of those grueling nightmares that continue to haunt your sleep. maybe it’s also because of that same persistent feeling on your chest that won’t go away. Better yet, there’s a small part of you that doesn't want to see that look of betrayment when you tell him.

Satoru sits down on the left side and pats the side next to him, “Come on.”

You shuffled to your side and hesitantly took off your thin robe to reveal your usual nightwear, the scars have all but disappeared and remain just a memory.

The shaman, on the other hand, isn’t as fazed by this as before. Instead, he just waits for you to lay next to him and when you do crawl next to his side, you both lay there in quietude and under the soft comforts, hands resting on the side, not even touching each other, “You know,” you suddenly utter out loud, not even looking towards him, “I think you’re starting to become too nice.” you affirmed.

“Am I?”

“Yeah.” you turn to him, it’s only now that you notice the actual distance between you two. Your gaze trickles down his features, trying to pick it out one by one, “Sometimes I wish you remained the same.” you truthfully remarked.

Satoru tilts his head to your direction, mouth parting slightly, “Is it better for you that way?” and for the first time, he sees something unfamiliar in those eyes that used to gaze down so stoically at him.

“See.” you point out, your voice turns uncharacteristically soft, “You’re being nice again.”

He laughs at your comment, as if it was all just a joke, “Is this because we aren’t a normal couple and you want to find a good reason to spite me?”

“No.” your brows furrowed in deep thought as your husband turned to your side, now fully facing you, your faces so close to each other to the point where personal space seems to not even exist yet you both don’t seem to mind it, “It’s just… It’s different…”

“Good or bad?” There’s another wave of silence between the both of you as you try to articulate your thoughts but Satoru delicately places a finger in between your head, your eyes turning round at his actions, “You take too long to answer things, stop thinking too much when you’re around me.”

“You bought me for almost a billion along with some more incentives for my family.” you blink, unperturbed as you announce some of your thoughts, “I know that’s pocket change for you and pretty much nothing but I think I have every right to keep thinking about every step I have to take around you.”

“Right, you were pretty expensive.” he agrees, the memory of how much you cost and when they had told him did raise a brow in his part, “Is it too soon to make a joke that it was worth it though?”

You cock a brow at his response, “That’s the first time we’ve talked about this openly.” True to your words, you and Satoru had not exactly delved any deeper towards this topic, even seriously. It always seemed like a taboo one to converse about out loud. After all, if you looked at modern teachings, this was against numerous laws of human rights, even Satoru knew how nefarious it would seem to just buy someone like that     yet you lived in a society that looked at women as inferior and did not follow that way of living, you just happened to be part of the unlucky census, human rights laws be damned.

“It is,” he mumbles, continuing to look at you, “We’ve got a lot to talk about, you know.”

“Yeah.” you somberly agreed, bottom lip between your teeth, too many, too much, “A lot…”

“But we don’t need to unpack that all tonight or tomorrow or next week.” He cooly responded,  tucking one of his arms underneath his head to get comfy,  “We’ve got our whole life together to figure that out.”

You continue to stare at your husband for a brief moment, the words of Sara slowly coming back to prod around in your head, in more ways than one, she was right and so was your mother, men often say one thing and they usually end up doing the opposite. The presumption of vows said in front of an altar and even love is sometimes not even enough for a man to stay loyal to his wife for feelings come and go along with the fidelity they try so hard to proclaim. What more with this one? Take away the agreement -- you’re nothing.

“Are you sure about not having a concubine or a mistress, then? You do know it’s not exactly illegal to have one if you’re really serious about that statement.” you doubted, there was also the problem with things like sexual pleasure, one you’re sure that your husband engages with. With how things are going on now, you didn’t exactly want to get involved with him in that way, as well.

“I don’t like strangers touching me.” he honestly replied, “Why do you think I kept my infinity up all the time?” There was obviously a story behind that, one that made his eyes turn quite despondent as if he was recalling a far-off memory.

“Yet I’m a stranger, aren’t I?” you assumed, recalling those times when you freely would put your arms around him, “You let me touch you so freely.”

“You’re my wife.” he corrects, brows upturned by your question and statement as if you had suddenly denoted something absurd, “We’ve been married for a year, don’t sell yourself short. We may have met on the wrong foot, it doesn’t change what we are.”

“Oh.”

He chuckles at your reply and how he has rendered you speechless yet again, it was fun to see you like this sometimes, it’s probably because he had always been the one who used to get the short end of the stick, “Yeah. Oh.” he quips, “Now let’s go to sleep.”

You slowly shift to the side, back turning against him and he does the same. You don’t even notice how there are tears suddenly welling up in your eyes.

When Satoru wakes up the next morning, he’s hit by something vaguely unfamiliar pressed on him. Better yet, one that’s lying on top of him and something his arm has a hold on. He blinks a couple of times to adjust his vision and slowly gazes down to find you, laying there on his chest, arm around his waist, along with your legs entangled on his, peacefully asleep.

It’s a rather domestic and normal scene for a couple that he has trouble even picking whether or not he should wake you up. After a few seconds of contemplation, he ends up doing the latter. Sleeping in didn’t sound like a bad thing today either since he did order Yuuji to rest after their heavy training session yesterday. So he remains there, carefully resting his hand on your waist, watching as you snuggle even closer and it's more than enough for him to shut his eyes again and go back to sleep.

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#Jujutsu Kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #saturo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #📝📝.minazuki mini series #tw.blood #tw.explicit murder #tw.pedophilia #tw.rape #tw.pregnancy #tw.child destruction #hostclub.adulting

[atinyladybug-daydreams]

Idk if this is too much but its implied in the tale whatislove that lil eve banged a dead d class body,to put it lighly its said she used a disposable to concieve a artificial unamed child. But before hand it said the d class was dead and it would make more sence if she used a dead one instead of just trusting a random criminial to knock her up or she druged them but that doesnt make it better

NECROPHILIA?!?!?!

#Alt answers #anon #tw.necrophilia #tw.rape

[nkogneatho]

If you don't realise that the dark content is purely fictional and has nothing to do with the author's personality then idk what to tell you.

For example how I see people who write dubcon/noncon being called horrible things is so heartbreaking. It doesn't mean we are r*pe apologists. It's just a piece of fiction.

#tw.noncon #tw.discourse #tw.rape

[nyan-koii]

Tw // noncon, rape, bad grammar, my teacher didnt proofread this, brainrot

Currently thinking and manifesting tomioka giyuu, himself all alone, non-coning his only friend after the death of sabito. Apparently, the three of them were friends because sabito introduced y/n to giyuu. Y/n's not learning under urokodaki but they've became really close with one another.

The death of sabito pushed them both into a misery, agonizing state but y/n recovered first to help giyuu. You could say that she's basically his moral support and comfort person. Y/n helped giyuu so much he thanked the god again and again every night, thinking that life is not that bad with y/n. He began to fall in love with y/n. He was obssesed.

She reminded him of tsutako. Caring, kind, dotting and just overall really nice to him. A quality not every person shower him due to his aloof self. They thought of him wrongly but she was there to protect him, just like tsutako and sabito

Oh sabito.

Giyuu knew how y/n's madly in love with his best friend, dead best friend. Y/n would never miss a day praying for sabito's soul to rest in peace just like how he would never miss the chance to thank the god for bringing her to his life.

This sabito, that sabito. He became irritated and disgusted he felt bad about himself. Bad that he cursed his best friend like this. Bad because he fell too deep in her love and affection that whenever she mentioned the word sabito, he wanted to say "he's dead," to her face.

Giyuu is a selfish person. He learned to become one. Wouldnt it be fair if he behaves like this just because no one other than y/n care for him? He wanted to keep her for himself. He wanted to break those faces that goes near y/n. He yearn for her.

It's funny how at first she liked it. Guilty pleasure seeps into her as giyuu nibbled her skin, trying to claim her as his. It was the fact that she imagined it as sabito that causes her to like it. To love it. Not becauss of giyuu. Oh no never would she thought giyuu could become her soulmate. She saw him as a little brother. Brother in law.

So when she accidentally moaned out sabito's name instead of giyuu, the boy stopped all his actions and looked at her in the eyes. She flushed "s-sorry giyuu. It accidentally came out like a prayer," prayer. Why would she be praying in this kind of situation?

Does she not like it? Does she hate what im doing? Does she knows my feelings? Is she feeling good? Is she looking at me? Will she ever look at me?

It was the final straw for him when y/n sneakily took a peek at sabito's picture. She'll never look at him, a pathetic worthless person, tomioka giyuu.

She was taken aback when giyuu pushed into her forcefully, the feeling of burning sensation crawls up to her and she screamed. "G-giyuu slow down please it hurts,"

"Why did you say his name? Why cant you look at me?"

"Giy-giyuu please sto-stop aahh!! Not theree noo please please stop it hurts no moree. giy-AHH-"

Animalistic, no demonic behaviour, as if he was possessed by some kind of demon due to the strength in his hold. Life was unfair of how he took advantage in his size and physical appearance. Y/n couldnt do anything to stop him even though she tried to push him away forcefully just like how he's pushing himself in her. An unbalanced battle.

"I want you to forget about him and focus on me only,"

Y/n cried. And she called out for help. She called out for sabito's spirit. Not a very wise action from her if one day she ever recall this moment back. She wont.

"HE'S NOT HERE ANYMORE WHY THE HELL DONT YOU GET IT,"

Gripping her thighs harder, he slammed into her roughly she could barely speak properly due to the harsh force and choked sobs. It was painful for her to see him in such state. Why? She could only think of that.

Y/n no longer called giyuu by his name. Tomioka san stop, tomioka san please, tomioka san i cant.

It was better than never for him. At least after that, she didnt even dare to speak about sabito anymore. The thought of getting raped by her dead crush's best friend pains her. Giyuu wished to be a better person but he knew that he couldnt. Not after what he had done to her still linger in both their minds. Painful and sorrow.

They both wanted to die.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu smut #tomioka giyuu x reader smut #kny smut #tw.rape #tw.noncon #tw.dark content #yandere giyuu #brainrot series #brainrot series : demon slayer

[opabiniawillreturn]

hmm.. maybe they have a point. oh wait...

(I don't need any screenshots for Kanye)

#random #tw.rape #tw.abuse