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creampie-capital · 11 months ago

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snarls beneath its breath, which provokes shivers throughout your spine. That wasn't human, not even close to something even a god can produce. It was so quiet, like a whisper in the air, yet it provoked all hair to stand on end.

"Do not disappoint." Otto's words are hushed in your head, a mere quiet murmur that was nothing short of an order.

Before you have the chance to respond, your body is hauled upwards to your bare feet with the loincloth and skirt from before now adorning your bottom. You glanced around, noticing that you were alone before touching your cheeks which were void of tears and smudged eyeliner; however, the folds of your feminity still retained the thick, sweet slick from your arousal.

The ultimate being could have cleaned it away but had not, as if to torture you with that throbbing heat beneath. Or perhaps to provoke your head to cloud with desire and throw yourself to your new target like a harlot.

Another knock steals your attention, which spurs you to clear your throat and saunter over. It's another performance, another rendition to become the most desirable being to the god of death for the entertainment of Otto.

Upon opening the door to your room, you have to crane your neck to meet molten golden eyes shielding in the shade of the encrusted jackal headpiece.

Something tingles in the air; his radiance and unearthly presence suffocating. The pressure is nearly overbearing, thickening the air to spur you to struggle to breathe naturally. He is infused with power, an existence that should not even exist but does against all odds.

His expression is nonexistent, with a face impassive and stony. He refrains from speaking first as though he awaits for you to...

Oh...

"My lord." You welcome, head dipping down to bow in abasement. "I humbly greet you."

Something in the back of your head digs its claws into your brain, attempting to provoke your ankles to give out. It wants you to collapse to your knees, and grovel at the god's feet as if you are not even worthy to be in front of him.

Anubis is the patron deity of jackals, yet his own presence orders you to obey his silent command.

Lower yourself like a loyal dog to its owner.

You're sure it was on purpose, forcing you to acknowledge your place and the prestige of who you are dealing with this evening. He who stands before you is no normal human, no ordinary deity or being of comprehensibility.

He is the god of death, one of the nine Egyptian Enneads and he demands devotion.

"Rise." His voice practically drips with superiority, nothing less of his domineering presence.

You do as told, raising your head to look forward at his built abdomen. His figure is impressive, with a bulkier constitution than Apollo. There was no time to appreciate his figure when you first met or even the quick glance in the weighing room, but now you can appreciate the robust structure.

Not to mention, just like his mother, his limbs are long and lengthy, reigning at an impressive 8ft (243.84cm). Most of his dark skin is shown, scarcely covered in silks but more attired in jewelry.

Small and insignificant, it's what pours into your stomach and wails as he stands before you. The feeling is similar to something that dwells within, forgotten but remaining from a long time ago. Its familiarity is sickening just as it is welcoming.

Abruptly his thumb and forefinger snatch your chin and title your head upwards. His touch ignites tingles from the contact that swarm within your tummy. Your vision drifts from the built rows of his abdomen to the wide and flexing pectorals, before settling back once again on plump nude lips and golden eyes.

He's handsome and unbelievably gorgeous, and the power he holds is mouth-watering. Anubis is a god who reigns supreme, only surpassed by his own father.

There must be a plethora of goddesses that have thrown themselves to his feet, pleading for just a chance. Not to mention the number of souls who come to the underworld to have their hearts weighed only to be completely bewitched by his otherworldly magnificence.

"My birth mother practically adores you..." He murmurs more to himself as he tilts your head to the side so he can observe your jaw and the tendon in your neck tightening. "But I do not see the attraction of a mortal such as you."

There is something inside of you that twinges as if he struck your own pride. For a moment you feel your blood boil, seething beneath the thin layer of skin before inhaling deeply.

You're gorgeous, you're intelligent, you're alluring, you are that woman. You never took the Egyptian deity of death to be such a liar. For his words to be true, he would have strayed from your chambers instead of arriving.

He's ever so busy; death is never-ending, nevertheless, he took the time out of his absurdly busy schedule to visit your room...he may not want you now, but he's interested.

And that's all you need to get started.

"My lord~. Please forgive this unworthy one." You drop to your knees as your chin slips from his grasp. His height already far surpasses your own, but something within his stomach must tingle when you give him what he likes.

Submission

"Only the finest and most meritorious woman should be in the presence of a powerful god such as you." Your head rests upon the back of your hands that obscure a devious grin on your lips. "I would never think of myself good enough for such a deity but if you would let me...I'll do everything I can to please you, My lord. Just tell me what I can do; tell me what to do."

The way you react is demeaning, basically degrading by giving up your will. But that is the point; it nearly runs your blood hot with excitement at the prospect of 'offering' him that control. From his own radiant and domineering presence, you can tell he is assertive and commanding.

He is one of the Ennead gods! The deity who guides lost souls and kings through the afterlife, who protects and embalms the dead. He is one of the most important beings to exist in Egyptian mythology, and he knows that.

Anubis wants control; he needs it. How can he be a deity if there are no worshippers or parishioners that do everything to please him? You don't mind letting him believe that he has it, by offering it with complete 'submission.'

Even if you must resign your pride and push away your dignity, it's all an act because at the end of the day...it was your decision to let him do what he wanted. Plus, it feels like a dirty little secret knowing that you are just playing around and he is completely unaware of what you truly are.

"You know your place?" Anubis breathes outwards, and you can hear his clothes shift as though he is squatting down in front of your bowing figure.

Only slightly do you nod your head but you refrain from speaking; he has not permitted it just yet. It seems that your assumption was correct because he hums in a pleased manner and runs his large hand through your hair.

His fingers are coarse and rough and seething with an unnatural warmth. There's this soothing sensation, like a comforting reward that he is bestowing on you for being good.

If you were a sweet little cat, you'd probably purr and lean into his palm.

"No wonder my birth mother declared you as the perfect little bride. You are obedient, like a good little girl."

"Isn't that all you want? To be the perfect little girl?"

You disregard Otto's words and swallow the lump in your throat. It is imperative to perform just the way Anubis likes it.

"Stand, and you may speak to your god." The Jackal deity commands with a voice that could send trembles through the earth but definitely shoots electricity through your veins.

"Thank you so much, My Lord." Gingerly you raise your head and body, with his large hand still remaining in your hair.

His lips display a suave smile, marked with charm and confidence. You had his interest at first, but now you have his attention

You are that woman.

Abruptly his thick fingers tangle within your locks and tug, forcing your chin to the ceiling as a stinging sensation resonates in your scalp. Your hands fly upwards, unconsciously attempting to grasp his wrist yet you manage to squeeze them to your chest.

"Good." Anubis murmurs and leans down to bend at the waist and hover his lips by your ear. "You know already that you do not deserve to touch me. That is a privilege you must earn."

Oh, he really wants you to work for it. Apollo was easy; now it appears you must put in a little more labor to corrupt this being.

"Please, My Lord, My god, My Nesu-" The last part you articulated had not been translated though you could feel the importance of it. "Please tell this unworthy one how to gain that privilege. I'll do anything for you."

You are not conceited enough to feel shame for begging; in fact, you love it. You love the way it ignites some part of the other person's brain alive, the way it replaces their blood with excitement, and let's not forget the way it drives them utterly insane to hear it again.

Sure, Anubis can believe that he has all the power, but he'll find out what makes a b*tch.

"Anything?" He probes, warm breath fanning across your ear and tickling. "Do you understand the intensity of what you state?"

A grin wants to etch onto your lips; you can practically feel his anticipation, his eagerness in your own blood. The god probably desires to see how far he can push it, and how much you can endure.

He'll learn the hard way, literally.

"Oh, My Nesu~. Anything and everything. I know I do not deserve it, but I desire you so bad." You speak the sweetest honey, saturated with so much sugar as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

The Egyptian deity pulls away from your ear to lean back. His eyes beneath the Jackal headpiece observes your face, curiously taking in your appearance.

Does he see the humor in your (e/c) iris' or is it masked by your desperate hunger for gratification? Can he discern the growing smirk on your lips from the way he's already falling into your trap? Perhaps not by how his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip with anticipation.

How ironic when he exists as the god to weigh a deceased's soul, configuring how much sin they've accumulated through their lifetime, only for him to be consumed by it.

"How would you best like me to show my devotion?" Your question seems to rouse him from somewhere in his mind as he blinks slowly before meeting your gaze.

"Those are dangerous words, Hemet." Another word not translated, but the physical impact it has on your body proves that it must mean something of great importance. Or maybe it's just a nasty little nickname he has for his abrupt bride. "Can you take it?"

He has no idea what he has gotten himself into. "I can take you."

Anubis abruptly yanks your head back, pushing your body out of the way to enter your bed chambers and slam the door behind himself. From the moment he stepped in, he has become your husband in unwritten matrimony.

A slight yelp seeps from your lips from the searing sting before you are thrust toward your bed. You land on your stomach with your face bouncing against the plush mattress; the loose gold beads from the headpiece Nephthys gave you had clacked and rattled together.

Scrambling onto your back had barely been fast enough as Anubis' giant form swathes over your own. His knees dig into the round bed by your waist as a single hand holds up his weight above your head.

The bangles around his bottom and belly chains jingled from the movements as he grinned, sharpened canines displaying through his rows of white teeth. Walnut brown curls peek out from behind his headdress, and your fingers twitch with a yearning to pull them.

It's practically p*ssy throbbing the way this huge god straddles your little 'ol mortal body and shows you how insignificant you are to him. Oh, you are so tiny, so human in comparison to a deity.

What you would give to have him between your legs, reshaping your insides with that monster beneath his silks. Each thrust would knock the wind out of you, robbing it away with every pound, roll, and rock that jabs right against your sensitive little cervix.

He'd hurt so good, f*ck he'd tear into your nerves and control every sensation in the most commanding and demanding way possible.

"Poor little Nymph. Must be torture to only be able to imagine but never fulfill that desire, hmm?" Otto's ethereal tone only reestablishes that deep sense of arousal.

The memory of his bony hands touching you, caressing your body, is still fresh, and you're still soaked. At this point, you've fallen too deep into that part of your mind you like to disappear to, where shame, guilt, or any shred of rational thinking cannot penetrate.

Head empty, just big chocolate-skinned god ready to f*ck you up.

"You are cute, Hemet! With that look you bare-" His free hand ghostly skims over your face before ceasing by your lips and plunging his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. His slightly pointed nails dig into the gummy flesh of your cheek as he yanks at the corner. "-I would not have believed that your heart weighed lighter than the feather."

You want to speak, sweeten him up with some more sugary words however the opportunity right now is too good to pass up. Just like the little sl*t you are, your tongue traces over the rough skin and suckles.

A laugh snags in your throat, desiring to giggle out because it's funny how right now, he tastes like power.

Eagerly, practically desperately, you suck on his large fingers as if you've been starved for weeks, and you wouldn't dare let this treat evade you.

Unconsciously, your thighs are squeezing together with your hips raising and attempting to grind against the wet cloth of your undergarment. It's hot beneath, seething with heat warming the slick spread outwards on your folds.

It's probably humiliating, becoming so aroused by his mere presence and slender digits within your mouth but you cannot help it. The pressure of his radiance bares weight on your ribs consistently, as though it commands your own lungs when to breathe and when to choke.

He gives the orders, and you'll listen...for now.

"If only he knew of how truly disobedient you are. You would go from a submissive wife to a rebellious pet so quickly. We both know he could not handle it."

'Oh, Otto~. You speak as if you can.' Your 'words' prompt a rumble from its voice in your head that goes straight to your cl*t.

There's this throbbing sensation that is going along to beat of your heart. It's picking up the pace, growing in strength the longer you suck and taste the god's finger in your mouth.

You're clenching over nothing, begging for any form of relief.

Abruptly Anubis moves his fingers, no longer yanking at the corner of your lips but plunging down the back of your throat. The action was so sudden that you gagged with eyes enlarging and watering.

Your fingers almost grasp his thick thighs, almost touching that smooth skin that is nearly completely showing from the way the silks covering his bottom had ridden up. Instead, you grip the sheets beside your body and gurgle.

"Can you breathe?" The Jackal deity questions, yet the tone is laced with mockery. When you shake your head, he hums and pushes his fingers deeper to where the knuckles of his other fingers dig into your teeth. "Do not respire until your god allows it."

Your lacquered eyes shimmer in the light from the floating stars before trailing down your face. Make-up begins to smudge and darken around your lids just as the gloss on your lips smeared in such an obscene manner.

It hurts, your throat begins to ache from the constriction and blockage, yet you refrain from pulling away. Your pride is too vast to give in first and beg for freedom, not even when your head is spinning, and you feel your grasp on reality slipping away.

You're too arrogant, too conceited, and too f*ckin full of yourself to back down. It's been your greatest asset that you used and abused to get what you wanted. But it also brings some of the worst consequences that you say you don't deserve...

Anubis tilts his head and watches your collarbone jut against the skin, becoming prominent as your throat constricts from the gagging and choking. His golden eyes observe the flush of your skin, burning with heat that could rival even the god of the sun, Ra.

Oh, he's becoming aroused from this with the way his c*ck beneath the silk bulges against the cloth and enlarges. It's almost unbelievable. When his shaft was unaroused, it was already ample and presumably could have even filled your palm.

'F*ck you, Otto.'

"Only if you are good enough."

What an infuriating piece of sh*t. The ultimate being finds too much pleasure in your suffering. If only there was a way to really get back at him...but you'll think about that another day.

For now, you return your awareness to the tightening in your chest and vertigo in your head. Your fight-or-flight instincts want to kick in, practically begging you to yank his hand out of your mouth and crawl away.

But at the same time, there is this euphoria. Warm yet somehow soothing, the lack of air begins to diminish all the little nonsense thoughts. There is no hunger, no exhaustion, or even lust. It's as though you've been pulled beneath heavy, dark waters. With weightlessness and fluidity, it's the most serene sensation you can feel.

Nothing else matters.

"Breathe." The sound of Anubis' voice is muffled yet upon feeling his hand being withdrawn from your mouth, you are yanked out of those blissful waters and brought back to reality.

A cough sputters from your lips just as your eyes focus on the handsome face above yours. Your vision is blurry and muddled for a second before concentrating on his devilish grin.

"Good girl." You are praised softly with his hand cradling your face, the burning flesh of your cheeks nestled within his coarse palm. "Good little Hemet."

Yes, yes you are. The praise goes straight to your raging heart, kindling a heat that ignites all your nerves. "Have I earned it, my Lord?" Your fingers that clumped your bedsheets beneath from the hold now burrow your nails against your skin. "Is this unworthy one allowed the privilege to touch?"

Anubis hums absentmindedly, tilting his head and clicking the jewelry around his neck together.

"Please, My Nesu. Please grant me the privilege to touch you, to please you. I offer my entire being to you so that I may be able to gratify your ever desire." The words sound slurred in your ears, spoken off a gluttonous tongue.

The Egyptian deity stares down at your dazed expression, tracing the curves of your nose, the shape of your jaw, and the twitching in your lips. After a minute of silence beside your panting, he responds however with no words.

No, his large hands grasp the silks around his waist and remove them with fluid motion. Nothing shields his modesty; nothing protects your probing eyes from devouring the sight of his well-endowed length that drips with a pearly white liquid from the colored tip.

Oh no, you're salivating from the sight. It's gorgeous, holy f*ck it's deliciously exquisite. No wonder he exudes egotism and pretentiousness, the god of the dead has a d*ck that would surely kill you.

Its length was far longer than your forearm, rivaling something supernatural. The base where his crotch resides is hairless, with the beginning of his shaft straight and existing in a lighter, tanner color than his darker skin. There is even a gold band clasped around the base like a decorated bracelet that matches the ones around his wrist and waist. From there, the middle area thickens just the slightest to the side, but underneath it bulges out to a girth greater than your wrist.

And then there is the almost pointed tip, with the glands nearly blushing a vibrant red, as though all the blood within is just flooding inside. There are a multitude of veins jutting against the skin, nearly twitching at the sight of your eyes taking it in. But there is one that rivals them all, just right on the underside starting from the base and traveling all the way to the tip with the thickness of your finger. Humans were made in the image of the gods, yet what hangs above your face is nothing close to humane; it feels bestial.

It's a monster.

"Be a good little Hemet and please your god," Anubis exclaims while grinning coyly, presenting his sharpened canines in pride.

Yet before you can even reach up for the terror about to break your jaw, one of his hands grasps the middle of his c*ck to point it downwards, so the tip rests right up against your lips.

Hot, heavy, musky, and f*cking terrifying, pre-c*m already begins to dribble onto the soft flesh of your lips and infiltrate within your mouth so you can taste the power of a god.

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"I'm actually a fairly dominant person. I don't like to have no control or be told what to do." Chin-Sun raised an eyebrow, even tilting her head in surprise as she lifted her eyes from her notebook. "Really? I would have thought that a promiscuous woman like yourself revels in it during intercourse." You waved a hand dismissively and leaned against the cushion in her office. "You wouldn't be wrong to assume, I can easily switch between dynamics depending on who I'm with, but truthfully I like to steer away from it." The therapist had not expected your response, still sitting there across from you with a perplexed expression. It prompted you to raise a brow. "Come on, what's so shocking about that?" "I know you can switch, but from everything I know so far, you'd be desperate to be a pleaser in a submissive role." Her words harden your expression while straightening your lips. Refraining from speaking, you observe her more intently than before. It's difficult to tell her expressions or feelings unless she outright displays them...which only happens when she wants you to see it. "Why would you say that? I don't need praise, I don't need recognition, I just need a good f*ck, and then I'm off on my way." There's a tightening in your throat as you meet her dark eyes. "What even gave you that idea?" She merely shrugged her shoulder before setting aside her notebook. You watch her closely, following every movement until she leans back and crosses one leg over the other. "Let's be honest (Y/n). After everything with your father-" She wasn't able to finish as you launched out of your seat and grasped the coffee table, flipping it over to desecrate the ground with shattered glass and broken decorations. "Don't you even finish that sentence or I swear I'll f*cking rip your throat out." Your threat did nothing to intimidate the short-haired woman, even though both of you knew there were no empty threats. You do what you want. Except when it comes to the therapist, she knows how to make you back down. "No wonder dear o' daddy abandoned you. Even after everything he did, even after ruining you, he just didn't want you anymore."

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I almost gave Anubis a monster c*ck, like an actual hound c*ck but I decided against it bc Promsicious readers aren't like TDMLM readers.

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pennyellee · 8 days ago

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i think and i just think that the real art is to write short smut, oopsie but can ya when this is the main course

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere #namjoon #namjoon x reader #fic: anubis

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dearest-painter · 1 year ago

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Ok Listen. Yandere platonic moonknight x avatar reader x Yandere platonic spiderverse!! So reader is the avatar for Anubis (platonic Yandere) who helps Miguel, Jess, and Peter B on a mission(saved there lives) and just looks at them and nods before running off!! Omg there réactions too some random teenager with the powers of a god saving them.

Hell yes!!!!!!

Miguel was surprised, Jessica thinks it’s just the pregnancy, and Peter B is cheering you on. The moon boys are happy their no longer alone but god your so young! Jake teaches you Spanish before Miguel can because he’s making sure he takes all of dad achievements before Miguel does!

Marc ask questions about Anubis and how he treats you as he know each god or goddess treats their avatar differently and he hopes your being treated nicely. Steven and you chat about your gods and other stuff, Steven is probably the closet with you besides Jake (I totally didn’t think his name was Jack for a fucking minutes and looked it up!). Marc and you are still getting to know each other other but he’s as obsessed as the other two.

Miguel and Jake have arguments in Spanish 24/7 and it’s entertaining, mostly around how they are your real dad or how their much better fit to be your dad.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #gn reader #yandere platonic #yandere moon knight #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #genderfluid enity answers!#gender neutral y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #✉️mail arrived✉️#Anubis avatar!Reader

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gayerthanthegays · 5 months ago

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I once saw someone post about yandere dark Nikola Tesla x reader x yandere dark Beelzebub with body horror and smut and I have not seen anyone try and write it so fuck! I'll do it myself! But! I wanted everyone in the manga so fuck!

This reader is Isekai and has a system btw and male

Warning:basic writing with face changing (you are perfect no matter what)

You were just chillin in your bedroom,eating stuff and looking through job applications

After graduation you were just trucking by really,even with your parents help you were just not satisfied with reality

And so you escaped through Fantasy

Every day you would scoured the Internet,trying to find any media that would satisfy you for the day

Until one day you came across Record of Ragnarok

Truly you didn't have any expectations for it really,seeing that it was a battle manga with very real character death

But you digressed,trying to atleast read a chapter of it to just give it a shot

And after you really enjoyed it

Like really enjoyed it

It was no surprise to you that you had an interest in men,I mean come on!

-Who in this world wouldn't want any of these fine ass men!? Not you of course! Infact you want all of them!

But you digressed trying to keep the inner gay demons away you tried to atleast write it out

-It was a mistake since all you would write were fanfictions of going on dates with said men

-of course writing leads to obsession and that leads into no longer having a life

-so yeah with no life you began going deeper into the hole that we all call hyper fixation

-of course that leads into day dreaming of how you were the darling of all the fine men from Thor,to lu bu and even Thomas Edison because you cannot deny he is gorgeous even if he was a dick in real life

-though of course your day dreaming has some disadvantages,like no longer having a social life,being akward with your interests and the wish to have a gorgeous face just like all the gods and fine men in manga,heck maybe you can do it for yourself too

-and maybe that just happened

-one day you were doing your thing,having a new set of products you just bought from the market you began cooking your breakfast,maybe doing a little shimmy while making some food

-once your done you ate some eggs and bacon with a little bit of pancake with a slice of chili on a hotdog before going to the couch,and whoops you died in your sleep,on the couch

-yeah apparently isolating yourself really messes up your immune system and makes it weak,and eating a bunch of things filled with sustenance like chili on a hotdog really messed you up bro

-and so then you died,your soul floating about in the abyss when you heard a ding sound,and boom you had the system!

The abyss was cold,very cold actually,you didn't expect that the abyss had any feeling to it really, infact you didn't expect yourself to feel anything at all since you know,your dead

You were about to accept your fate before a ding sounded

"ding! The system has found a host! Greatings host! I am the wishfuffilment system"

You a dead soul was suprised, after all you didn't actually thought you could get a system,since you know- your a real life person but as you always do,you rolled with it

So after awhile the system gave you some options of subsystems and such and you a greedy thing you are picked all the ones that will make your irresistible

#ror x reader #yandere ror x reader #Yandere Nikola Tesla #Yandere Beelzebub #yandere everybody #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror anubis

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servamp234 · 5 months ago

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Random record of ragnarok idea

What if the student/successor of sunwukong participated in Ragnarok to save humanity?

Did I watch too much lego mokie kid?Yes

Have I been reading too many yandere fanfics?Also yes

#ror brunhilde x reader #ror lu bu #lu bu record of ragnarok #loki record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok anubis #sun wukong #ror #record of ragnarok #yandere ror x oc #yanderecordofragnarok

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machetemaiden27mcx · 4 months ago

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Turning private detective to try and find out what happened to him 😫💔❤🖤❤🖤

#machetemaiden #tumblrgirl #yandere #anubis #wtf happened

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itoshi-s · 2 years ago

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You’re so right abt Rin having dc potential- like have you seen how deranged this guy is? The eyelashes are adding the extra effect tbh- looking so pretty but he wants to keep you safe -

“Your heart is mine. And mine alone.”

- yan!Rin

OOOOOO yep yep that is SOOOO right. like... i could talk abt this for HOURS on end jshfisa make up a whole essay 4 this man fuck it !! >_< but he rly is so fucked up in the head. like yeah ik bllk doesnt go as far BUT if u consider all the things he's been through, how hot blooded he is !!! THAT LOOK IN HIS EYES !!! it just makes perf sense. he's a yandere, he's a sister fucker, he's manipulative,, he's EVERYTHING @_@ it just fits him so well i do not make the rules lol !!!

glad u brought up his lashes/eyes in general babes cuz i feel like like they reallyyyyy sell it 2 me. he rly is so pretty :( but there's been so many panels w/ his eyes just all zoned out and crazed. it looks fucking INSANE ! threatening and cool and all !!!!! and the lashes only make it even worse like.... it's almost like a dissonance of sorts LOL idk if u get the idea i'm trying to push thru w this but yeah. i will rb this with panels later cause i am dying on this hill lol

yeah he def wants all of u :( actually he's fairly sure you are his. it's absolutely wrong and deranged in it's own right - cause it just sounds v possessive on its own but if u take a look into his head, he REALLY does think that no one has any rights to u whatsoever. he's the only one to dictate the way you are.

#✧.* lovelies (ﾉ´ з `) / (anubis)#that alias is so kewt bbie i luv it btw !!!!!#whew this made me all dizzy :0 #i looooove yandere rin so much #my fav characterization of him right after rin nii #hehe #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #yandere!bllk #yandere!rin

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cyber-streak-2 · 1 year ago

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Do you write for the Tarn and the DJD? Like they're pretty intensely evil and I'm prety sure you could mage a good argument that some of them, Tarn and Koan, are cannonicaly yanderes. It occurred to ask for clarification because I saw some of your will not write characters and DJD kinda fit that vibe.

I’ve written for Tarn before, and a few of the other members, I think, so I’d be fine with writing the DJD- except for Helex and Tesarus- there’s just not much for those two in the comics, at least to me, even if I like Helex. And ig Nickel, too... I just wouldn’t know how to write for her.

So, if anyone ever requests for the DJD, only Tarn, Kaon, & Vos can be requested out of the group- unless i eventually decide to write the others.

#Requests #Bookandyarndragon #I wouldn’t call any of them ‘canonically yandere’#I just don’t see how #DJD #With Megatron the reason I won’t write him is because I just don’t care for him #And I figure he wouldn’t be done well anyway-#With anyone else though besides Megs it’s just ‘I don’t think I’d write this one well’#Asks #Answers #Anubis’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter #Styx’s Chatter

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senig-art · 2 years ago

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Versión dos de este canal secundario VwV

Igual puse algunos que iban a la par o que complementan el dibujo XD

Espero y les guste VwV

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platinumrosetail · 3 months ago

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Ennead x female reader (I mean the version of Horus, Seth and Anubis)

Hello, I would like something similar to other requests of yours that I have read, a female reader who is the older sister of Horus and Anubis. But with a personality a little similar to that of Deadpool, fun and dangerous. With a somewhat tsundere Seth, and I would like Osiris as a villain please...

Ok 👍 i asked if they wanted seth to be a yandere and they decided to let me choose so seth will be yandere lol, anyway on with the reaquest shall we?

character: seth.

warning: noob author, female reader, yandere character, and others.

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before osiris was killed by his little brother; god of war and desert, seth, osiris and isis had a child, a daughter named (Y/n) the daughter.

the daughter grew up to be quite vulgar and chaotic; isis thought that it was because (Y/n) was spending too much time with seth so she and her daughter went on a little trip together to help (Y/n) get rid of the wild side that shehas.

while those two were gone seth killed osiris after some things was revealed to him that made him angry. isis and (Y/n) got back and seth demanded that (Y/n) to be his wife (i believe (Y/n) would be an adult here now) but isis refused and hid (Y/n) away from seth.

after the temporary revival of osiris and the birth of horus, the three now hid from seth as he rages through Egypt looking for isis and (Y/n).

after many years it was finally time for your mom to take the throne and give it to one of you, you liked the thought of being queen of egypt so you went with it.

when the competition came up your mother chose horus to represent you both even though you could fight on your own especially with your power of regeneration so you whined to your mother about and she relented.

and so now you and seth are fighting in the competition, you kept on teasing him and being your normal self which flustered him which surprisingly helped you win with how distracted he got. when osiris was cornering seth you had intervened sayning you had reasons to hate your father as you knew what seth had been through so you will help seth in staying away from osiris and once you're queen you'll be able to do more to help, which flustered him and said that he doesn't need your help but you were presistent.

Horus:

Horus as a child looked up to you since he was born but as he grew up and was able to break the curse that has him as a child but as he grew up he starts to realize how reckless you were especially since you can regenerate.

Horus soon began to try and protect you and keep you from being reckless like you are though that is usually hard to do considering your wild and dangerous personality that you have.

You think that your brother trying to get you to stop being reckless is adorable but you like your personality so you don’t change plus it helps him stay on his toes especially if he’s supposed to be taking Seth down.

When it was time for the trial against Horus legitimacy and you as rightful heir to Egypt’s thrown Seth had wanted to prove that he is rightfully supposed to be king and wants you as his queen Horus by making a competition against both him and Horus.

Horus agreed and then came the competition with Horus winning in the end afterwards the punishment of Seth having to atone his sins against many humans for the time he was king.

You on the other hand did what you wanted in the in between of the trials, competition and after that he tries to keep you near him but you keep on escaping his grasps.

Horus isn’t interested in Hathor at all as he only has interest in you and he makes that known to both of your mother that he isn’t interested in Hathor. Horus doesn’t trust his father as he sees how he looked at you like you were a pawn to something when he showed up during the trial against him and Seth so he also will need to protect you against Osiris as well it seems.

Anubis:

You and him were childhood friends as you both were born close around the same time just you being a bit older.

You two usually play together as kids before you had to escape from Seth with your mother after your father’s death.

Soon you two reunited when your mother decided it was time to confront Seth. And up came the competition afterwards.

You were shocked to see Anubis helping your brother in winning said competition though later found out that he wanted to know how to get rid of his curse and how to become a god, which Horus helped more on that.

You teased Anubis of him being baby sized which made him get flustered and deny it hard which made you laugh, your laugh secretly made him blush.

After the trial and Seth got his punishment you didn’t see him after that which made you sad as he was honestly the only one that has been with you since you were born besides your mother.

When you got word that a new god that is under your father in duat you weren’t expecting anubis to be that god, you started bothering him again even with he does have any memory of you, you acted as if it was before he became a god. What with you bothering him so much he began to think you’re someone from his past; a lover so he kissed you one day randomly while you were bothering him again. Osiris of course tried to get you two away from each other as he needs you for his plan to have a child with Seth but he’ll come to find out Anubis won’t let that happen.

(A/n: hoped y'all liked it! i tried my best to make the reader have deadpool's personality the best i could do so i'm sorry if it's not quite right. anyway i believe that's its so hope y'all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

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creampie-capital · 1 year ago

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Jewels were arrayed on your head, the cold gold fitting the crown of your skull perfectly. Nephthys hummed in delight while placing a finger on her chin like she were in deep thought.

Those burning marigold orange eyes of hers flickered across every inch of your body, from the curve of your legs to the dips in your waist and then to your face. It was like cameras, picking apart your appearance in the most violating way possible.

Yet you still stand with your head held high.

"I don't like that headpiece. I need another to bring out your eyes." The goddess expresses outwards, yet it feels as though she were more so conversing with herself. Nodding her head at her words, she stood up to her towering height of 7ft (213 cm) and ventured over the cabinets in her chambers.

All those jewels and embellishments were weighing down on your limbs, slouching your back and neck. Your spine ache.

"Smile, little Nymph. You're the richest of them all dressed like that." Otto spoke within your mind, yawning lazily before resting its head on a plush pillow beneath its jackal body.

The other five had been kicked out of the deity's room for causing a ruckus and fighting over who could have your attention. Otto obviously had marched its way in, taking its place quietly to where it was not a bother.

You sneered, scrunching your nose and instinctively kicking the creature off the cushion with your foot. Your anger clouded your judgment, and before thinking about the consequences, you acted out first.

The scene was humorous; its flabbergasted expression that froze like ice, and its body rolling stiffly like a scared goat.

Nothing could compare to the joy brought about by the sight of that wicked ultimate creature rolling onto the carpet. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep in a peal of laughter.

Otto swiftly rocked back onto its stomach to launch up to its feet and bark at you. Nephthys seemed too preoccupied with her own matters, shaking her head and throwing expensive jewelry on a table by the cabinet to notice.

"Come on!" You threatened under your breath, bending down while raising your fist. "What are you gonna do!? Bite me!?"

It growled, the vibrations reverberating through your bones and provoking the hair on the back of your neck to stand upwards. "When the time comes of us unattended, you will learn your place."

A shiver crawled up your spine, though not quick and fluid, but tantalizingly slow and eerie. You can already imagine it reverting back to its hooded form, utilizing its tendrils in the most painful way possible.

Too bad it's not in the way that makes your mind dazed in delight.

"Ah! This one!" The giant woman rose to her full height while outstretching a beautifully decorated headpiece of gold and turquoise. Golden needles sprouted from the band like a halo, and a red gem fitted at the top.

Nephthys Smiled down at your face, her marigold irises scanning across the details before stepping back to create distance. "Yes, this will do when he visits you tonight in your chambers to consummate." She states while nodding.

You are sure she had witnessed your eyes enlarge. Visit you in your chambers? There's a clear implication here, and you are a bit confused about their culture.

"A-Ah, Nephthys-"

The goddess interjected by placing two delicate fingers along the bottom of your chin. Her touch is warm like the lick of a flame, ghostly and almost scary how warm it emanated on your skin. "Ibib, please. Call me, Mother."

For some reason, that word had not been translated into your head. You all are speaking Egyptian, or at least an older form of Coptic before the Arabians took over Egypt in the seventh century, but that one word remained in their native tongue.

Something you couldn't understand, and it had to mean something. You wonder what it meant.

Respiring deeply, you nodded before continuing your former question. "You say he will visit me in my chambers tonight, but we are not even married yet. Wouldn't it be sinful...?" How ironic that you were asking something so prude.

However, you cannot be the same little snake you usually are; you're here just to play a part. The creature brought you here to entertain, and entertain is what you must do.

But who said you couldn't have a little fun on the side?

That beautiful goddess in front of you stared blankly for a moment before releasing a bout of laughter. "Perhaps you were from a different provenance. But here, marriage starts the moment the wife walks through the door. There is no ceremony, no rite. It is a little different in this instance, but your marriage has already been decided the moment he weighed your heart."

How...simple.

"How boring," Otto uttered within your mind as its jackal figure released a yawn and resumed its spot on the cushion from earlier. "I would have enjoyed some form of dramatic recreation or scandal at a wedding ceremony. Does that resurrect a memory?"

If this giant goddess were not staring you in the eye, you would have kicked that damn creature off again until he rolled out of the room.

Nodding your head, Nephthys fingers on your chin migrated down your throat. She grazed over the thick veins in your neck before stalling at your collarbone. "You are to be the wife of Anubis. I had already decided the moment I-" Her speech ceases into a breathy exhale with her fingers now descending to your chest until she reaches where your beating organ rested beneath. "This...Your heart was something that I..."

The goddess of death, darkness, and many other relations appeared lost in her thought. Her eyes did not meet yours, staring at your chest as she murmured words that you could not make sense to herself.

From the moment you gained awareness after Anubis weighed your heart, Nephthys has acted in a questionable manner. You feel like like a doll that she's attempting to narrate.

"Do you think she could see your rotten core?" Otto questioned, and if you could see him, you're sure his canine snout was grinning. "Someone who sleeps with her sister's husband out of spite and jealousy surely would have a similar heart, yes?"

A well-known story, one that many are aware of. You even know a little about it yourself, feeling somewhat...sympathetic to her.

If your husband had embodied the necessary and creative element of violence and disorder within the ordered world, you'd want something far more deserving. She's a powerful goddess, an important one at that...you do not blame her for her actions.

Cautiously grabbing her hand and enclasping yours over her large fingers, you smile almost sheepishly as you tilt your head to the side. The weight of the headpiece had not proved any discomfort until now.

"I must thank you then, Mother. You have given me the chance to serve your son to the best of my abilities and blessed me with a loving mother who will take care of me."

Otto's jackal body abruptly snorted "To service his c*ck is what you imply."

You can feel the blood inside of your body begin to boil as you force your right eye not to twitch. 'Why don't you go back to your watch and not comment as if you're watching a Tv drama, you little sh*t?"

"No, I don't think I will."

He is so annoying!

Tightening her grip on your hand, The caramel-skinned goddess returned your smile and nodded. "He is very similar to my husband, but I believe that you are a force to be reckoned with. Now-" She released her grasp and kneeled down to fix the new clothes she had entrusted you with wearing. "You are all dressed and prepared. I shall walk you back to your chambers, and you will not have to wait for too long, Ibib."

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"Every since I was young, I liked that taste. That taste of superiority. It's addicting, sweet, and bitter at the same time." Your gaze danced across the therapist's ceiling as you lay on your back. "I cannot think of a moment when it first started; I just know that it was a constant need." The woman hummed, stare focused on her notebook as she scribbled along. "It didn't matter what it was; I just had to be better. I had to outdo everyone. I had to have control and authority over everything. I am my parent's daughter, after all." Chin-Sun peered up with her small monolid eyes, her gaze like a ray of the sun heating against your skin. "Childhood superiority complex is often a ruse and totally false. A superiority complex is actually rooted in profound insecurities. Someone with that complex is only hiding his or her insecurities with a brash and self-secure facade." Heavily respiring and turning onto your right side, you face the young woman while holding your head up against your palm. "Insecurity? That's interesting~." You wave down across your body. "Do I look insecure to you? As a child who had everything at her fingertips, do you think I was insecure before?" Locked in a stalemate, you and the therapist's eyes remained latched to one another. Your question is easy to answer; it should be. "What did you do? How did you do it?" "Do what?" "Act like you're better than everyone when really, you were most likely crying in your room silently." Groaning aloud, you sat up swiftly while crossing your dominant leg over the other. Your right eye is twitching, and the inside of your throat is tightening. "How much longer will you attempt to make me seem like some victim? I'm a narcissistic person; I'm entitled and egocentric. Nobody did anything to me, in fact-!" You stand upwards onto your heels to strut towards the therapist. Your height grows as you near, yet the young woman doesn't crack as you grasp the top of her chair and lean down. "Why don't you start interrogating all the people I've f*cked over, hmm?" The scent of your perfume envelopes the both of you as your nose just about touches. "I'm not a weak little girl, Chin-Sun. It just feels better to be the villain."

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"Ah, finally!" You collapsed on your bed, the small of your back aching from stretching it on a flat surface. "Those passageways are way too long." The soles of your feet sting slightly due to being on them for so long before you could eventually rest.

However, the night is still not over. Your facade may not crack, and you must please this god of death. Not much is known of him, and you are not aware of the type of man he is.

It's dangerous to come in acting the same way you did with Apollo. He might associate you as a harlot, though, from what little you remember, one's degree of sexual experience - or lack of any - was not thought a matter of consequence with the ancient Egyptians.

Everything depends on the type of man Anubis is and what weakness he holds for his d*ck.

"Thinking of him when you don't remember my forewarning?" Otto's voice prompts your eyes to flicker toward the side of the bed. It no longer strides in its jackal form, reverberating back into that massive hooded figure. "Little Nymph, do you take me as merciful?"

All hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and a sudden wave of dread rolled through your belly like crashing waves. The tips of your fingers are tingling with trepidation as though the blood flow is intercepted.

But then you think to yourself, what can he do when Anubis is minutes away from arriving?

Grinning presumptuously, you roll onto your right side to face the creature while holding up your weight with one arm. "Awe, are you still mad about earlier~? Surely an ultimate being like yourself wouldn't be so trivial over such meager matters?" Your voice is so arrogant, laced deeply with pretentiousness.

Otto's head tilts slightly to the right, and the bony left hand holding up its spiked staff vanished the rod in an instant.

You raised a brow in curiosity; however, your expression fell into an alarmed countenance when your body was dragged across the bed and pinned down beneath its towering figure. Nippy tendrils had wrapped around your wrist and ankles, holding such a firm grasp that you couldn't even fight it.

Struggling only provoked it to tighten, feeling as though it were close to pulverizing your bones.

"When pets act up and start to defy-" The tendrils abruptly yanked your body into the air to maneuver you into a new position. With the left side of your face smashed into the bed, arms pinned behind your back, and a** in the air. "-they need to be put in their place."

Like a little wh*re, your cl*t tingles for a second as you clench over nothing. You're scared and fearful, but f*ck...you want to get railed so bad.

"Oh, please~!" You have to suppress a giggle, yet you cannot subdue the shaking of your hips from side to side. "I'm nothing more than a desperate little human."

"I know." It's either because you've become so horny in an instant or the reverberations of his voice rattled through your bones, but he sounded so s*xy.

Another thick tendril grazed over your back, following your spine before enwrapping around your throat and tugging your head backward. You can feel the pressure against your larynx and compressing along your trachea.

A wave of delight floods your head like a cup of paint being spilled over to coat every inch of your brain. You think of nothing else; you cannot focus on anything other than the throbbing between your legs.

It drowns you in a hunger so vile and degrading.

"Just a little mortal, yet you see yourself as one that can challenge god..." His thin bony hands caress just beneath a** where it creases over. You're salivating, saliva pooling in your mouth as the anticipation begins driving you feral.

"Do you think I challenge you, my dear Otto~?" You cannot see him, and even though you haven't been permitted to see beneath his hood, you still desire to witness the glow of his palliative eyes.

The hands caressing your skin retract from their position for a second before one of his cold open palms descends harshly on your right bottom cheek. "You most undoubtedly love to defy."

A gasp is stuck in your throat due to its suddenness but also the painful pang that sent tingles down to your cl*t.

Heat envelopes you like a bubble, sweat already trickling down your back as most of the warmth emanates from your a**cheek.

Its open palm came down on the other side, slapping the (fatty/muscular) bottom to bestow an equally burning hit. "Ack~!" This time, a moan of pain and surprise expelled out from your lungs, choked by the thick grey tentacle wrapped around your throat like a necklace.

"Bad girls get disciplined and punished, do they not?"

You're shaking, your belly warm with eros and c*nt slick with desire. Unsatiable eros replaces blood to the point that if you were to bleed, an aphrodisiac gas would most likely leak from the wound.

"...Punish me..." Barely able to utter the words, you tug at the restraints holding your arms together behind your back. You burrow your chest into the soft silks beneath as the arch in your spine grows. "Another. I need it...I deserve it."

It hummed, and the vibrations that always rattle your bones had now stimulated the bundle of nerves barely covered by the cloth over your bottom. "Spoiled girl. Not everyone will give you want." The creature's hand comes down once more, the force and strength of its slap twice as strong as before. "Most certainly not I."

Stinging resonated across your skin, a burning sensation as though boiling lava were poured on your body. It hurt; it hurt like a pain you've never felt before.

But why did it feel just as good?

Thick opaque tears clouded your conjunctiva, threatening to spill over your bottom lids. A wetness pooled in the loincloth used as underwear, and you're damn sure Otto could smell it.

You hope its lungs are devouring it greedily; you hope it's intoxicating the creature like a drug.

"My favorite little Nymph..." It rumbles within your mind, provoking you to bite your bottom lip and grin. "Learn your place, mortal." Instead of slapping your a**, his hands drag under your skirt to grip the clothes and tear them off you with ease.

The ripping noise echoed within your chambers, leaving your entire bottom half bare save for a few torn fabrics stuck in the golden belly chain around your tummy.

Cool air spurs your body to jolt and c*nt clench of nothing inside. You want him...you want him so bad it hurts. That desperate ache due to being so empty for months is having that toll on you, and you absolutely will do anything for this monster to take advantage of your body.

"Does it not embarrass you to be so desperate?" The giant creature allowed a large hand to reach down to your bare bottom, caressing the thickness before digging the pads of its calloused fingertips into your warm flesh. "That you would let any man - thing - defile you in such a filthy indecent manner?"

Speaking to you that way, you're becoming more aroused than ever. That undivided attention, the cool touch of its coarse fingertips, was stimulating all the nerves beneath your skin.

"What is there to be embarrassed about?" You wheeze as the tendril around your throat tightens, and so do the ones around your wrist and ankles. "I want you..."

Otto was silent, almost scarily stagnant, with no movement. What did you do?

Though, it doesn't take long for you to feel its burning gaze raking over your backside. No one compares to its gaze, not the way it feels as literal hands stroking across your skin.

Your lips parted to speak, yet only a muffled groan escaped when his hands grasped both of your bottoms, spreading apart your cheeks so your c*nt lips could flare open.

Otto can see everything. The creature is viewing you at your most vulnerable, yet it only drives your need for the monster.

Liquids of arousal drip from your c*nt, cascading down your warm thighs and sticking to your skin.

Otto observed it, continuously smashing your a** together before pulling it apart to see the desperation of your wet hole clenching.

"A wretched, pitiful thing like you doesn't deserve me." His hands slowly retreat from your body. "You deserve nothing but torture and satisfaction."

A shiver ran up your bare spine, and dispositions of potential outcomes danced through your head. He says one thing but does another.

You didn't want to think about it, only rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction and subdue that returning heartbeat in your cl*t.

Abruptly one of Otto's hands came down upon one of your bottom cheeks once again, his open hand producing full contact on your already sensitive skin.

"Ah~!" You wailed out audibly, the burning of the corner of your eyes growing with the tears breaking past the barrier and cascading down your face.

Your a** jiggled, your thighs rippling from the force as you push your bottom up unconsciously. Throbbing, stinging pain flushed through your nerves and spread down your bound legs.

"So let us see how long you can take it." Otto expresses, almost tenderly rubbing your burning a** before removing it so it was raised in the air.

You cry and fight against the restraints when his hand makes contact with your p*ssy, slapping the sensitive area with overwhelming force.

Again and again, It strikes downwards to batter pain and pleasure that surge through your bloodstream.

It doesn't stop, not even when you start uncontrollably sobbing. Nor when you're tugging and attempting to tear yourself free from its hold.

Your a** and c*nt is on fire, seething with heat that could boil water; you're sure of it. Sweat is collecting on the back of your knees, trickling down the side of your face.

Arousal continues to seep from your p*ssy, pathetically showcasing to this ultimate being that you are nothing but a degenerate.

He could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would just let him. It's how you have always been.

Otto's hand sprung backward to strike down on your body one more time, but a knock at the door stalled his movements.

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"Ok, we're going to take a deep breath and clear our mind-" "You just sent the cops to pick me up and throw me into your office, and now you want me to 'clear my mind'?" You interject while crossing your arms beneath your chest. Chin-Sun respires a heavy breath before opening her small eyes to look at you. Her shoulder-length dark hair sways in the wind as you both sit outside on her balcony. The sun is already beginning to set, painting the skies a beautiful mandarin orange with a deep ocean blue soaking downwards. "Well, you've skipped out on the last four sessions and refused to answer any of my calls, so I've had to result to drastic matters." The therapist states, sitting while embowing her back and twisting to release a few audible 'pops!' "I'm lenient and patient to a degree, but you always seem to push me past my tolerance level." You don't know whether to scowl or laugh, so you just sigh and lean back in the cushioned seat. No matter how hard you attempt to hide from this woman or insult her to the point where she refuses to see you anymore, it just isn't enough. She just won't let you go. "What more can we do, Chin-Sun? You ask me about my childhood; I tell you it's just fine, like any other kid. You drill me about my personality; it's already clear I care for no one but myself. We get it; I'm a horrible person. So what more?" Her dark optics hid behind her lids for a moment before she stood upwards. Her heels click against the marble as she lowers onto the seat by your side. You roll your eyes but move over slightly so her thighs do not touch yours. "I will not deny that many of your actions are cruel and malicious; no one but you decides to do them. However-" You raise a brow and turn to face the young woman. "-there is a lot more that you're not telling me. You cannot put me in the middle of a show and expect me to understand everything. We need to start from the beginning." You're feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by her constant attempts to pry your brain open; it's not making sense in your head. Why does she care so much? "I'm not some f*cking entertainment to fill your boring lonely days, you hag. I don't need to tell you sh*t." You scoff and stand to your feet. Enough was enough, and the constant probing questions were enough. Though, before you could exit her balcony, Chin-Sun's hand flings to grasp your wrist. Her grip is stronger than you expected, strong enough to keep you in place. "My, my, you really love to burst forth with insults when you're cornered, don't you?" She smiles, yet it feels wicked. "Running won't save you; it never has. Haven't you learned that enough as a child?" Your eyes enlarge, and you feel them practically bug out of their socket. "What are you-" "Let's not play anymore, (Y/n). I'm getting bored."

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prinzrupprecht · 1 month ago

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When someone else gives you gifts

Featuring: Susano’o, Hades, Buddha, Poseidon ( part 2 )

I forgot Hades and swapped Anubis out. I had to take Loki out since this was gonna be too long. You can read Part 3 with Loki and Anubis in it.

TW: same as part 1. Some will be Yandere or possessive

Susano’o

You were another deity of the Shinto pantheon during ancient Japan. You found the sword god amusing and fascinating with the art of the sword to a point you wanted to get to know him more.

He was kind, silly, and serious when he had to be if demons were threatening humans, he would be there to stop them. He loved humans and that is what made you admire him more. He liked you as well and wanted your company during his travels as governor of the lands.

Being his, came with perks and cons. You were allowed to travel with him and be his support. The cons normally are the women who fawned over him when he killed monsters. You were jealous and insecure if he would leave you for a human but that wasn’t possible… was it? Could he sense your moods whenever they approach him?

You could tell how naive he was when they pretended to be interested in his sword. You quickly scurried off to find some fresh air but got lost in the village until you bumped into someone. “So— Sorry!” You bowed your head without seeing who you rammed into. It was a young man who waved his hand across their face. You shouldn’t be talking to him but guilt washes over you.

“Don’t be! You look incredibly cold wearing this. Here, here come inside.” He ushered you into his home which you tried to say you were fine and that you weren’t cold. It was a lie. You were cold and goosebumps were forming on your skin.

“It doesn’t appear that you’re fine.” He grabbed one of his extra long-sleeved jackets which were called a haori. He tried to give you it so you wouldn’t freeze. You tried to reject such things and remembered Susano’o telling you that humans care for one another. So it was common for them to help others.

After some time reluctantly rejecting the haori, you took it and thanked the man before putting it over your shoulders. Susano’o must be worried about you since you’ve been gone for some time. After rushing off with the plain haori over your shoulders.

You found him near a pond cleaning his sword. “Oh you’re back, I was going to find you— that is new.” He turned his head and stopped mid-sentence to admire the haori that you were wearing. You hugged your arms and this made Susano’o frown. You were cold?

“Sorry, someone gave it to me and said it’s to keep me warm,” you looked away with a slight blush forming on your cheeks.

He walked over to you and pulled you in his arms. “Oh? You could’ve asked me to heat you up if you were cold.” His arms were already wrapped around your body. He was thankful someone wanted to take care of you but he was there for that. He would take care of your needs. You were embarrassed but he was offering and you couldn’t say no to that.

Hades

Hades is an amazing king and you were his as he was yours. Ever since he saved you from multiple titans wreaking havoc in Helheim, you wanted to stay by his side forever. You constantly looked up to him. Helheim was in a terrible condition before he took over as a ruler and king. You were treated with respect and you showed him respect back.

You were in the library of Hades castle researching about demons that dwell in Helheim. Hades didn’t like you leaving the castle without him or one of the guards with you. Even though you were not weak and were strong yourself, he wanted to take extra precautions in case you ran into something stronger.

“Where is Hades?” A voice broke through the quiet room and an unfamiliar figure stood near the entrance. You looked up to see a young man with black hair who you’d assume was named Beelzebub. Hades told you about him.

Beelzebub was a strange man but you didn’t judge him nor wanted to get close to him. Hades warned you about him even told you his past and to not ever bring it up to him. He was someone to not trust at all.

“If he’s not here then he’s probably with his brothers,” you responded nonchalantly. The truth was he didn’t always tell you if he was leaving the castle for a bit. Beelzebub stood around for a brief moment before pulling something from his pocket.

“You’re researching devils?” He asked but before you could answer him, your eyes cautiously watched whatever he was doing. He was quiet and had ulterior motives. You didn’t respond and hoped he’d leave you alone. Yet what surprised you was the fact he put an ornament next to you. Or was it an amulet? It had a long chain to it and as you were going to ask him what it was, he had already turned to leave the room.

“I’d like to see how you can kill me next time we meet,” a smirk was dancing on his lips and he was already gone. You looked at the amulet and decided it would be best to ask Hades what it was. What a weird guy…

As time passed on as you waited for him to return you kept the amulet in your hand as a fidget toy. The door opened but you didn’t turn to look at who it was. “Waiting for me?” His voice made your head snap to see him dressed in his usual attire. He looked handsome as usual as you ran up to him. You didn’t realize you still had the chained object in your hand. Hades noticed right off the bat and immediately went to grab your hand and toss the amulet across the room.

“Beelzebub was looking for me was he?" Hades still held both of your wrists but he was more mad at himself for leaving you here alone. You slowly nodded but his expression changed to more of a serious one. Beelzebub was a cunning man with his experiments.

Hades would be dammed if something happened to you and if you were a target to Beelzebub’s sick games, he would put an end to that man. There would’ve been a reason why he gave you such a deadly weapon and he didn’t want to say what it was. He was just glad you were safe and now knows to take you with him the next time he has to leave the castle.

Buddha

He’s normally the one to offer you stuff— treats, food, and sweet drinks. You declined his offers every time. The man was always so full of himself which made you not want to get involved with someone like him who has a following. The Buddha was living for himself, obtained enlightenment and ascended to godhood. Buddha thought you were a boring human at first glance but you caught his attention when you constantly rejected things from him. Yet you’d accept gifts and necessities from others— but not him?

Was it a game for him? He felt insulted but his ego tells him to get over it. This wasn’t something he should care for. He lives freely and loves how crowds of people would surround him.

He snapped one day seeing how you casually accepted apples from one of the farmers. Buddha was frowning with displeasure at the sight, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying to get your attention somehow. He denied it in his head that he was spying on you. He has everything he could wish for but seeing how happy you were accepting things from others but not him, displeased him somehow.

When he finally saw you were alone picking flowers in your garden. Your space. You didn’t like others would invade your alone time. “It seems that I came at a perfect time, what are these?” he went to pick up one of the flowers but you stopped him by swatting his hand. He pouted while taking another one of his candies out and popping it in his mouth.

“Perfect time for you to leave, yes?” You tilted your head and saw his expressionless face at how careless you were around him. This is what drew him to you, to begin with. You say what you want to say to him and reject his flirtatious advances and offerings.

“Aw don’t be like that,” he pouted and then gave you a nickname that you loathed. “Why don’t you accept things I give you anyway?” He sat down next to you.

You didn’t know how to answer that. You turned your head stubbornly. “Maybe I just don’t like accepting things so casually—"

“You accepted apples from some farmer earlier eh, so did you offer anything in return?“ he was causing your face to burn up but you pushed yourself away from him even more considering how close he was trying to get between you two. Was he trying to get under your skin?!

“Th— That’s different! You’re just annoying agh!” You clutched your head. Could you stand being around him any longer but this made him laugh uncontrollably. Huh?

“See I like your honesty! Why don’t you get to know me more and see if you change your opinion about me? To start off take these and cool your head a bit.” He handed you his basket full of grapes. You sighed, it seemed impossible to ever be free from him so why not? Maybe you’ll grow onto him just like how he is a thorn in your side.

Poseidon

Poseidon was generally a quiet apathetic guy. On the outside, you could tell he either doesn’t care about your existence or you’re just dirt for him to walk on. However, none of that was true. You were special to him like his brothers are even if he doesn’t show it, his love language was different and more on the possessive side. He was king of the sea and extremely strong.

Whenever he calls himself the perfect being and that gods don’t need help. You on the other hand we’re cautious of him at first but he recognized your strength and viewed you as strong which surprised you. He rarely talks but his compliment took you off guard. “Strong? Not at all, I don’t want help from others. It’s selfish, but I don’t want others to get hurt because of me.” He thought your response was stupid.

His cold exterior made you shudder under his gaze. He raised his left hand and you thought he was going to hit you so you turned your head. His hand softly touched your cheek. “You think I’d harm you?” He rubbed his thumb over your face. It deeply bothered him you still had no trust in him. Even though he believes that gods don’t help each other. He still very loved your comfort during some of the hardest times. You never needed help or asked for it. He viewed you as different and not one of those bottom-feeder gods.

You never disobeyed him and felt more relieved how he treated you with respect. Also, he claimed you as his alone. You've never seen him with other women so you may be right to assume you were his consort— despite not married. Other men get scared off whenever they approach you and he was nearby watching.

Going as far one of them had tried to give you a dazzling pearl necklace in an attempt to sway you. They were unaware how you were already taken even if Poseidon never said the words, it deeply infuriated him. Pearls? From his sea? He could give you better. “Take it off,” he demanded while holding himself back from ripping the necklace off your neck completely. You don’t hesitate to remove it but he took the pearled necklace from your hand and snapped it in two.

“Was that necessary?” You were shocked by his jealousy. Was he afraid you would betray him? Your loyalty was to him only. The gift wasn’t anything special.

“Yes.” He pushed passed you to grab something from his top shelf before walking back to you and standing a few centimetres apart. He grabbed your arm and put something cold around your wrist. You took a look at what he put on you and covered your mouth. A sea-charmed bracelet with clams and other small sea-shaped mammals made of gold and silver.

Poseidon watched your reaction and it was pleasing to see that you liked it. Hades was the one who told him to impress you with what girls normally would like— jewelry. “Thanks, I— I don’t know what to say…” you quietly muttered. Poseidon never was mean to you but whenever he showed his possessive side it would sometimes scare you.

“Nothing. Just accept it.” He was itching to hold you close to him in that moment but what stopped him was his pride. You put your arms around him— which normally anyone would be dead in that moment. He allowed it and slowly his arms wrapped around your body. He deeply cared for you and you knew that. You were his as he was yours.

Note: I have no idea how I feel with part 2. Hades and Buddha parts feels whack and Poseidon and Susano’o feels on point. Which is the weird thing…

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