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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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the-cult-of-rhaenyra · 5 months

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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A/N: I do not write for Yanderes, but I did make this where they fought, not to the death, but just in general as the one left standing goes. I do hope you enjoy this @fuzzycalzonebeareagle!!

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🔱 Your father had announced a battle, a battle where the winner gets your hand in marriage

🔱 While you seemed to be against it, you did like the idea of seeing certain Gods fight

🔱 Anubis and you were very close, and quite similar, so seeing the Tyrant of the Sea stand before you as the victor against the other Gods and Humans who tried for your hand surprised you

🔱 You smirked at the God as he held your hands in his own as Anubis cheered and announced the marriage to the rest of the Egyptian Pantheon

🔱 Your uncles and aunts may have been upset about having to accept such a ‘stiff and arrogant’ God into their circle, but they accepted it once they saw how your eyes lit up when he held you close

🔱 He gave you a golden ring with a beautiful larimar gem in the middle of it

🔱 After marriage, expect constant glares from Poseidon to people who dared try stealing you from him, he won you fair and square, stuff it

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💀 Your father and Hades knew one another from work, as Anubis guided people to the Underworld, where Hades worked

💀 The two were on good terms, and seeing how Hades had fought hard, and against his own allies of the Greek Pantheon, to gain your hand in marriage, made him laugh

💀 You just smiled and chuckled as your father grabbed your hands, laid them into one another’s and ran off to announce the marriage

💀 Hades looked at you, squeezed your hand and kissed your temple

💀 For his ring, he gave you a silver and black tungsten ring with a ametrine gemstone inside of it

💀 He said it was made to symbolize the mixture of you both, as you had a bunch of gold and blacks in your outfits, while he had silver and purples

💀 Whenever you father stopped by to check up on you in the Underworld, you would just hug him and listen as he constantly asked for his grandchildren

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🐍 Not exactly fond of each other

🐍 Because of Anubis’ childish tendencies, he would be hard to get angry once pranked by the Norse God

🐍 But he was smitten by you, so he put it all behind himself

🐍 Watching as you walked up to him, held his hands as your father cheered from behind as your uncle Horus just sighed and rubbed his temples

🐍 The ring that this prankster had given you was gold with a malachite gemstone located in the middle with small bits of them stranded about the metal

🐍 It may clash when it comes to colors, but you loved it despite that

🐍 After getting married, you moved in his residence with him, and watch as he constantly pranks his fellow Gods, encouraging you to join in

🐍 You were taught better by Horus, but you couldn’t help it sometimes, Apopis was just asking for it!

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riseofamoonycake · 11 months

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ROR MASTERLIST

🌙 Gods

Rudra 🌪️

The Light Side of The Moon (Rudra x Moon goddess!reader)

Desert Dance (Shiva x Female!reader x Rudra)

Lactation kink - Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

NSFW alphabet

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Human!Rudra x Female!reader Relationship Hcs (SFW)

Being Dad

Indra ⚡

We Are Happy Together (Indra x Star goddess!reader x Varuna)

War Bringer (Indra x Priestess!reader)

The Voice I Love (Indra x Gn!reader)

NSFW alphabet

What's The Weather Like? It's Lovely (Part Two: Marie Curie x Gn!reader; Indra x Gn!reader)

Being Dad

Shiva 🐅

Violets and Roses, and Your Love (Shiva x Flower goddess!reader)

Desert Dance (Shiva x Female!reader x Rudra)

Lactation kink- Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

NSFW alphabet

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Su Ali di Farfalla (Shiva x Dea delle Farfalle) (The story is in ITALIAN)

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Evening ~ Water (Shiva x Parvati)

A Kiss To Build A Dream On (Gn!reader)

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Healing Heart (Shiva x Female!reader)

Anal sex hcs

Being Dad

Parvati, Kalì, Durga 💐💀🔱

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Evening ~ Water (Shiva x Parvati)

Varuna 💧

We Are Happy Together (Indra x Star goddess!reader x Varuna)

Hindu Pantheon 🛐

Hindu Pantheon Hcs

Bishamonten ⚖️

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

A Kiss To Build A Dream On (Gn!reader)

Anal sex hcs

Bishamonten x Mermaid!reader

Pussy eating hcs

Shapes of You (Gn!reader)

Comforting a fem!reader after a bad dream

Language of Love (Gn!reader)

Being Dad

Benzaiten 🎻

NSFW alphabet

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Benzaiten x Mermaid!reader

Hajun 🐂

Anal sex hcs

Poseidon 🌊

Solstice (Poseidon x Summer goddess!reader)

Power of Wish (Poseidon x Female!reader)

Don't Be Afraid! (Poseidon x Angel queen!reader)

Hades 💀

Lactation kink (Female/AFAB!reader)

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Power of Wish (Hades x Female!reader)

Pussy eating hcs

Hermes 🎶

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Morning ~ Air (Hermes x Gn!reader)

Ares ⚔️

Under The Snow (Ares x Goddess!reader)

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Afternoon ~ Fire (Ares x Priestess!reader)

Aphrodite 💗

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Odin 👑

Odin has an interest in the reader (Gn!reader)

NSFW Alphabet

Heracles 🦸‍♂️

Ror characters watching the movie Sweeney Todd

Ror characters watching the movie Taken

Loki 🐍

Lactation kink - Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Yandere Loki

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Twilight, Time of Possibility (Loki x Female!reader)

Loki x Mother Goddess!reader hcs (SFW and NSFW)

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Nothing Else Matters, Only Us (Loki x Flower!goddess reader)

Reacting at you with a chest enhancing filter

Birch (Loki x Human!queen reader)

Anubis 🐶

Cuddling with his S/O (Anubis x Gn!reader)

Egyptian Dreams (Anubis x Archeologist!female reader)

If It's Not You, Not Anyone (Anubis x Gn!reader)

Comforting a fem!reader after a bad dream

Being Dad

Buddha 🍭

Lactation kink - Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

Reacting at you with a chest enhancing filter

Comforting a fem!reader after a bad dream

Language of Love (Gn!reader)

Thor 🔴

Lactation kink (Female/AFAB!reader)

Arms of the Thunder (Thor x Female!reader)

Susanoo 🌩️

Reacting at you with a chest enhancing filter

Eating your pussy out

We Are The Storm (Susanoo x Goddess!reader)

Hlokk 🧸

Ror characters watching the movie Sweeney Todd

Ror characters watching the movie Taken

Hrist 🥺😠

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Pussy eating hcs

Brunhilde 🛡️

NSFW Alphabet

All

The reader cannot eat fruit normally (and the Ror characters have to deal with it)

RoR characters dealing with a student!reader

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x you #snv x reader #ror x you #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

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aceswritingcorner · 11 months

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Yandere Beginnings

Marc Spector hadn’t expected to see anyone during certain hours of the night. Let alone someone who seemingly walked through the night with ease. Coming back from missions given by Khonsu was never easy- nor was going to them and getting the crap beaten out of you but that’s what was signed up for. Yet- seeing the way you walked against the cracked cement sidewalk to just sit by the fountain that housed coins from lost wishes.

No. No- He shouldn’t be thinking of stuff like that.

He still had Layla- there was someone to go back to even if he was afraid of what the god would eventually do. But the way the pale light basked against your eyes, making them shine in such mystifying ways. No. He had someone…

Steven Grant wasn’t paying much attention when he first heard. 'I’m just saying, there’re supposed to be nine gods on the banner instead of seven-‘ You were right. The banners were wrong but he had never expected to hear it from someone else.

The bright smile you had offered him before buying the Tawaret plushie had nearly made his heart pause- he could swear his life on it. Maybe there was some way he could see you again…

Marc had been the one to see you again. Of course, it had to be him. Nothing tended to get past the Avatar of Khonshu much these days.

'Give me the body.' "What? No. In case you hadn’t noticed Marcy-Marc, we are on a bus where people can see.“ The words muttered under his breath as he sent a small look to his reflection. 'Just give me the dang body.' "Not a bloody chance in hell. Today’s my day-"

Words trailing off the tip of his tongue as his eyes gazed at the newest person on the bus. It was his favorite museum-goer.

'Steven don’t you even fucking think about it!-' Oh ho ho this was definitely going to be a talk for later.

Jake Lockley had never bothered to get involved in the petty fights and bickering between the other two. There was better things to do than argue over whatever those two pendejos did. Especially when things were life and death and he wasn’t about to let the god that loomed over their shoulder choose.

One of the targets got away from his range, the imbécil had to get killed. Not unless he felt like having the damned bird get angry again.

The scene he had ran into was never something he expected to see. Bloodied knuckles and clothes, chest heaving from the unwarranted fight, you were definitely something interesting.

"Bueno, jódeme. Eres divertido.” (Well fuck me. You are amusing.)

———-

Khonshu never held himself to the thought of holding an interest to someone. He was the fist of vengeance for crying out loud! He brought justice to those that did wrong with his Avatar! Not some silly little worm that feuded over mundane things that could easily be fixed or ignored.

The idiots had been fighting non-stop over who got to see whatever it was this time.

'PAY ATTENTION!'

He had appeared in the small loft apartment, having to crouch to fit properly. Staff tilted to avoid the slanted ceiling.

'THERE IS MUCH WORSE TO FOCUS ON THAN SOME MORTAL. I DO NOT WISH TO CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WORMS ARE TRYING TO ARGUE ABOUT.’

“They know about you-” Marc spoke up, looking at the god as he sighed at the other two trying to switch in.

“Indeed they do and it is quite amazing as to how much information they know of Egyptian history,” Steven interjected promptly before Marc took control back.

“As I was saying. They know about you and apparently-"

"Can see you. Paloma.” Jake switched in, cracking the knuckles in his hand boredly. “The two pendejos finally figured it out and now they’re fighting about it.”

“THEY CAN DO WHAT? THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE." Wind picked up, loose papers flying through the apartment.

No one but their chosen avatar should be capable of seeing him. This shouldn’t be possible. No worm could see him. This had to be the work of something else-

He had to keep his attention on this worm then.

#moon knight #steven grant #mark spector #jake lockley #khonshu #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #mark spector x reader #mark spector x y/n #mark spector x you #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x you #khonshu x reader #t.w yandere #yandere insinuations

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platinumrosetail · 7 months

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Yandere Seth x reader

Notice: a girl who is a fan of the ennead manhwa and has a crush on Seth. One day she wakes up as a new manhwa character, as the eldest daughter of Osiris and Isis. He decides to support Seth, trying almost not to alter history. After so many adventures and starting a romance with her favorite character Seth. It seemed like he no longer missed his previous life. But one day he begins to notice that his body is beginning to disappear. He thinks about ignoring this fact and hiding it from Seth. But when he sees that he will soon return to his previous world. She confesses to Seth that she is not of this world and then Seth himself witnesses her becoming transparent. Seth somehow tries to avoid it, but he can't even touch her. Until the fem reader disappears asking for forgiveness. How Seth reacts.

(Sorry if something sad happens to me again. I'm a fan of love stories that end in tragedy. It also occurred to me when I saw Barbie's version of the Nutcracker. Thank you very much for inviting me)

Ooooh, a isekai!reader!! Nice 😁

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere romantic charcter, and others.

Character: Seth

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You had always loved mythology so when you came across ennead, a manhwa having Egyptian gods in it, it was a dark manhwa that’s for sure but you loved it, though you just want to kill Osiris for the evil and trauma he had caused in the most brutal way possible.

On a random day that you didn’t recall as you didn’t really think you needed to pay attention to it you had suddenly transported into one of your favorite manhwa’s known as ennead.

You apparently reincarnated into the manhwa as a character that wasn’t there before who was the daughter of Osiris and Isis, the elder sibling to Anubis and Horus, you were honestly shocked to be reincarnated as a character that wasn’t even supposed to be there but decided to make the most of it.

You supported Seth; though sept for the killings of innocent people but that was mostly cause of the traumatic experience Osiris gave Seth and such. You try to stay mostly in the back ground as you know your now father wasn’t above killing his own child as what had happened to anybody when Osiris was trying to make Seth be able to have a baby and also you didn’t want to change a whole lot of what happened as you then wouldn’t know what would happened next so you kept a low profile while maybe changing a few things that had originally happened.

You tried to act what the previous host had acted but some of your personality let out and apparently that peaked Seth’s interest; which you fangirled in private about. That interested became more apparent that Seth started to have feelings for you especially with how you try to discreetly defend him when you could.

You had followed him after he was exiled and demoted from being a god to help him and to also not get more traumatized than he already and prevent some of the things you think was unnecessary for him to go through which further his feelings for you and made him aware that even though you ‘shared’ blood with Osiris that you’re nothing alike between your father.

Sadly the adventure was coming to an end once you noticed some of you were starting to become transparent and disappearing starting with your fingers which at first was easy to hide with long thin sleeves until it soon became hard to do things without your hand to help the other, you decided to ignore that you’re most likely leaving this world and leaving Seth all alone but subconsciously knew that this wouldn’t have lasted as much as it did and at least you helped Seth with all you could.

Seth didn’t know what was happening with you until you came to him in a hurry as parts of you were disappearing, you had explained that reincarnated into this girl and that you weren’t from this world but you never regretted being transported her and that you loved him and always, sadly before he himself could confess that he also loved you you disappeared from his sight in light particles. He soon went into a deep depression hole as he tried ways to find you and make sure you come back to him and make sure you stay with him no matter what happened and how you might resist.

Until one faithful day he woke up in another world, he hoped that this is the world you were in, though thankfully it didn’t take long as you had brought him to your home after finding him soaking wet from the rain, the only problem now is that he is now a cat in this world, well that won’t stop the god of war in fact it makes him more determined to keep you from escaping him now.

(A/n: hope y’all liked it!! And also hope y’all liked the little ending part lol 😂 thought that would be funny 😂🤣 anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #yandere x reader #ennead x reader #ennead seth #ennead #seth ennead #ennead mojito #ennead manhwa #fem!reader #female!reader #x female reader #x female y/n #x fem!reader

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poisonousroxstar · 1 year

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Imagine:

Yan!mum Egyptian!Bayonetta

Plot Summery: General platonic yandere headcanons for the Egyptian variant of Bayonetta, known also as "The Cloistered Witch"

This Contains: ‼️SPOILERS‼️ yandere themes (no violence towards reader), character death, unhealthy mindset, not proofread.

Note(s): sorry for the absence! I might end up making more of these, since I LOVED the multiverse, but I'll also be interested in doing some DC stuff eventually! Assuming I can muster up the motivation to do them pfft-

Egyptian!Bayonetta is a very loving and kind yandere. She is especially affectionate and adoring compared to the other variants, but has a level of self-control they lack. For the most part.

Overprotective and more obsessive then most variants. Though a softer variant of Bayo, she's arguably one of the most manipulative ones there are. She's a guilt-tripper, using her lack of conviction and timidness to pull on the heartstrings, even shedding a few tears. Worse yet, most of the time she isn't even aware that she's doing this, as it all comes from a place of genuine insecurity.

Absolute spoiler as well. Whatever you want is yours, especially if you butter her up a bit. She's a literal princess, she can get anything and everything you want. That said, though rarely, she'll also remind you of these rewards whenever something should go south. Also uses her privileges as ruler to keep an eye on you.

If you possess the spiritual power needed for it, you might end up being trained in the Dark Arts like your mother, much to her dismay. She begs you not to partake in them, as umbran training is extremely demanding, but just a few promises of taking it carefully and puppydog eyes will change her mind. She will be training alongside you though, and Jeanne will be the one teaching you both (may also be a yandere for you)

Do be warned: any scratch you sustain will be instantly met with extreme amounts of maternal love and attention, a lot of kisses and smothering, and a few pleas for you to no longer aspire to be a witch.

I like to think the Malphas' have an affection to you as well. They'll drop you many shiny things they've found across the desert, ranging from coins to golden towers and more. Also think they'd want you to fly on them.

When Singularity attacks and Jeanne is taken, Bayonetta demands that you stay behind, the first time she's ever directly commanded to do something. It's an action born out of fear and desperation, because god knows what she'd do if you were to die. You could reason with her though, that this interloper is a threat no matter where you are. Reluctantly, she'll agree to take you with her as she adventures to rescue Jeanne.

Lord forbid you're the Arch-Eve/Adam of this world. She'd be hysterical, especially if you were to challenge Singularity head on. She'd absolutely demand, beg you not to do it, at least not alone. Will fight you if she must to ensure you won't be killed.

Bayo is devastated having to kill Jeanne but has some comfort and relief knowing that you're safe. When Brave!Cereza is knocked unconscious and is sucked into the black hole, she gives you one last embrace before chasing after her origin. In this scenario, you'll be left in the care of Brave!Cereza, who'll vow to take care of you to honor her variant (likely becomes a yandere for you too).

If you're the Arch-Eve/Adam, she'd never forgive herself for failing you, letting you get harmed, let alone having to kill you, even if you begged her to. Knowing that your blood is on her hands will drive her insane, and breaks her heart completely. It's only due to Brave!Cereza that she doesn't completely give in to despair at first, but it isn't permanent. Thus, when Cereza is knocked unconscious, she gladly sacrifices herself for her variant.

As she's sucked into the black hole begotten by the powered Spider Demon, her thoughts are with you and Jeanne. She feels no fear, she feels no uncertainty. She's content in her last moments, lips swayed in a saddened but genuine smile. Her eyes look towards the sky one more time as she speaks her final words.

"Jeanne...Y/N... did you see? I won."

#x reader #x y/n #x s/o #imagines #gn y/n #bayonetta #bayonetta x reader #bayonetta x s/o #bayonetta x y/n #game x reader #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere bayonetta #yandere #female yandere #yandere female #platonic headcanon #platonic

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mamamittens · 6 months

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Piece by Piece, You'll Come Back to Me

Part 9/13 of Spooktober 2023

@sunken-diver

Zoro X Reader (GN pronouns but Masc, so they are called brother)

Warnings: Kidnapping, yandere/possessive behavior, offscreen murder, and talk of corpses. Also this is inspired by the 1999 The Mummy movie, but it's pretty chopped up and loose at best. I was not writing a scene for scene rewrite lol

Word Count: 2,024

Luffy often dragged you into trouble. It seemed to be his job as an older brother. But he’d never managed to drag you all the way to a previously undiscovered section of ruins in the Egyptian desert alongside a book rumored to bring the dead back to life.

No, that was not something he’d ever managed before. Which is a little impressive if you were being honest. You’d lived in Egypt as an archeologist for several years now, Luffy naturally following and making fast friends on his own, so you feel this scenario was a tad inevitable. Robin thought so, at least, judging by her amused expression as she helped you climb onto a camel for travel to the sight. The last leg of the journey after a frankly disastrous accident on the river.

One that almost led to you being kidnapped but that was something to consider later. When you weren’t suffering under the scorching hot sun and intimately reminded that the library you were working at was perfectly climate controlled to preserve the many ancient works housed there.

Luffy laughed, punching Sanji’s arm as he saddled up.

“Ahah! Welp! That was an interesting ride, wasn’t it brother?” Luffy addressed you and you couldn’t help but smile.

“To be honest, Luffy, I really hope that’s the most exciting part of this trip.”

It was not the most exciting part of the trip.

In your defense, you’ve never liked alcohol. Let alone cheap wine. Couldn’t carry it if you had a bucket with instructions on the ergonomic handle.

Flush with the discovery of a sealed tomb belonging to a deliberately forgotten priest, you gleefully cracked open the Black Book of the Dead to see if your top-notch skills in ancient Egyptian glyphs was up to snuff. Pushing up your glasses before they fell off your nose as you did so. The heavy book almost winded you when you lifted it up to your chest, unlocking it with the puzzle box medallion to rest more comfortably on your lap.

Now, you’d read cursed scripts before. Usually promising an afterlife of discomfort and darkness or a life of having your ass bitten by fleas. Most unpleasant stuff. And you sort of expected this book to be no exception. Maybe some lines about being haunted by the inhabitants of the tomb that the book was resting in previously. Or the gods themselves cursing you.

What you instead found was a passage about the disavowed priest.

“—and he, o’ deceitful priest of the pharaoh, will be cursed to walk the earth for his greed. Banned from true rest, that foul, lustful man. Roronoa Zoro. Imprisoned forever more.”

Even more than a little tipsy you couldn’t help but frown. Luffy looking at you with his nose wrinkled.

“The hell did he do to deserve that?” Luffy muttered. You shrugged.

“Maybe he tried to sleep with the pharaoh’s wife?” You offered, personally a little doubtful you’d get a clear answer without scouring the entire complex maze buried under the earth. And maybe not even then.

That was when you heard it. Thundering hooves on the sand towards you campsite. Luffy jumped to his feet in alarm, the people further out firing at the intruders.

“Go! Hide in the tomb—I’ll come find you!” Luffy ordered, clenching his fists. “And take the book—they must be after it if they followed us all this way.”

Remarkably less tipsy than a moment ago, you closed the book and held it to your chest, running into the underground maze. Torches lighting your path as you instinctively ran towards the sealed sarcophagus of the priest. It was the furthest room you could think of and any locals so terribly interested in the Black Book would be wary of going in that far.

Only to find it empty. Totally and completely empty. Heavy stone lid on the floor and corpses of scarabs crushed at the bottom.

Obviously, someone stole the corpse but why?! Why now?! It had only been found hours ago! And it would have taken considerable strength to remove the lid—

There was a shuffle behind you and you whirled around in fright.

In the flickering torchlight, there stood a corpse. Withered and sickly gray, soiled bandages dragging as it stepped cautiously towards you. The smell of death thick in the stale air.

When you had turned around, it froze. Almost taken as taken aback as you were.

Something whispered in the air, a mumbled, breathless call.

And then the room was awash in golden light. Your clothes, modest pants and open shirt, traded for flowing silk draped over your shoulders and waist. The weight of a wig on your head with gold clicking at the end of the locks.

And before you?

A man. Tall and broad with golden skin. Green hair clipped short with modest robes bundled around his waist. Dark eyes fixed on you with a longing that made you breathless.

“After all this time… You find your way back to me. That foolish man could never hope to keep us apart.” He declared, his voice deep and resonating in the air with an almost doubled quality. English and ancient Egyptian laced together. He stepped forward as though you would bolt at the first chance. “Do you recognize me as I do you?”

You shook your head as he stepped closer still. The heat from his body washing over you as he reached out. Lifting up your face to look at him.

“I-I know your name… I think. But we’ve never met.” You confessed softly. He smiled indulgently. “Priest Roronoa Zoro… I think you may have me mistaken for someone else.” You informed him, flushed at the intimate caress of his calloused hands on your face.

He chuckled, the sound rushing over your face pleasantly.

“There is no mistake. It is not just your body that I know intimately well… but your soul. It calls to me still.” Zoro remarked, breathing against your lips like he’d die again if he had to pull away. Almost kissing you with every word. “And with my power we can finally be one. Memories can come later… for now, I just want you—”

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM!” Sanji screamed and the illusion shattered.

Cold, withered hands held your face gently. Rot and decay filling your nose as the corpse of a man thousands of years dead nearly kissed you. He whipped around with a snarl only to receive a boot to his face. Sending him to the ground as Sanji grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the room.

“W-What the hell…?” You gasped, glancing behind you to see Zoro standing defiantly in front of his sarcophagus. Black Book in his arms.

For very obvious reasons, you could not stay there. Choosing instead to run back to the capital city.

Chopper was nowhere to be found, but Sanji assumed he made it out alright.

“He’s pretty good at finding his own way out of things, to be honest. After all, we were both in the same place but I was the only one that got arrested.” Sanji offered with a smile. “Now rest up. We’re going to have a full day tomorrow trying to figure out how to put that bastard back in the dirt.”

Ah right. The end of the world by the hands of a vengeful, resurrected priest.

Sweet dreams?

If only. Though it certainly seemed so at first once you’d settled into bed. A long few days of running across the desert with rumors of plagues and mysterious deaths in your wake left you feeling exhausted. You set your glasses on the bedside table and sighed, glad for the modern convenience of a proper bed again.

It started with the sound of falling sand. A gentle, sort of grinding sound. Too far gone to move but not enough to block out the sound with deep sleep, you huffed, burying your face in the pillow. The sound growing louder until you could almost feel the heavy weight of sleep lift off of you.

And then it stopped. And it was just you and the sound of rustling sheets in the dark room. And you drifted back to sleep.

Your name sighed into the still night air with a warm touch on your bare shoulder.

You weren’t sure what you dreamed of. A confusing, tumbled mess of sensations.

There was screaming. Firm, warm arms holding you close.

Harsh, sneered Egyptian curses.

Furious buzzing of locusts that nearly woke you. Your mumbled protests hushed with a soft kiss to your ear.

“Sleep. You’re safe here.”

Daybreak cast long curtains of warmth over you from an open window.

You shakily rose out of a criminally nice bed, bleary and half awake feeling like you’d slept for a week. Overly large shirt draped over one shoulder, the other bared. Definitely not yours, or Luffy’s for that matter. You fumbled around for your glasses carefully, not wanting to send them flying and need to search for them first thing in the morning.

“Ah!” There was a soft click of hooves. “Here. He’ll be glad to know you’re awake!” You accepted your glasses, recognizing the brown and pink smear as Chopper. His earnest expression looking up at you nervously.

“Chopper? Where am I? Where’s the others?” You asked, looking around the startlingly traditional Egyptian architecture. Smooth white walls and open windows with silk curtains billowing. Not any room you’d ever been in before, that’s for sure.

Chopper laughed nervously.

“W-Well, they’re somewhere, I’m sure. S-Safe! They are safe! I know that much. Z-Zoro wanted to ask before doing anything drastic. He’s been waiting for you for a long time, you know.” You frowned.

“Zoro? T-The mummified priest?” You grimaced.

“Well, to be fair, he’s not mummified anymore! Took some sacrifices but he looks much better now, I swear!” Chopper defended.

“Look, Chopper, I know he thinks I’m… well, someone, but he’s got to be mistaken!” You protested but Chopper just shrugged.

“He’s a pretty real priest, you know. If he says your soul is one he knows, I believe it.”

“It is. Though I don’t blame you for not remembering. Souls are meant to leave their past behind.” A deep voice called out. You whirled around and saw him standing there, just like the illusion.

Though he wore simple cotton pants now, his bared chest was that familiar golden tan. A deep scar ripping across his chest. Gold dangling from his ear as he smiled, striding towards you.

“W-What do you want?” You stammered, nearly falling back on the bed as Chopper scurried out of the room.

“This. This is all I ever wanted… you don’t remember, but in the past, we knew each other. You, the cherished son of the pharaoh. I… I was too eager to have you. If I had just waited a little longer, we could have been lovers without interference. But I was brash and the pharaoh was not pleased.” Zoro smiled helplessly. “Trying to kill him probably didn’t help my case, either. He already couldn’t stand the thought of you having suitors. Ah, but now? Now he’s long gone. And we’re free to be together.”

“…Is that really all you want? What about the plagues and the curses?!” You asked, still freaking out a little as Zoro pulled you close to him.

“I intend to rule, obviously. And who could stop me now? But above all else, I wish to have you by my side for eternity. As we were meant to be.”

You swallowed hard.

“And… if I said no? That I didn’t want that?” Zoro smiled, almost indulgently.

“Eternity is a long time to say ‘no’.” Zoro pressed his lips to yours and your heart fluttered despite itself. His eyes still staring deep into yours. “I’ve waited for thousands of years just to see you again. I can wait thousands more for you to want me.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your face to his shoulder as he sighed into your ear.

“One day, you’ll wonder why you ever thought to say no.”

#one piece #spooktober 2023 #zoro X reader

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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if your yandere requests are still open- first i’d like to say HEY YOURE ONE OF MY FAV PEOPLE

also for the request what if mk boys find reader escaping and she actually does and when she thinks she’s safe in like a motel room they just show up and force her back??

you’re so talented with writing ❤️❤️

(Aww you’re so sweet thank you)

Betrayal

You just had to keep running, that was all you needed to do. Get as far away as you could.

But your legs were starting to ache and you felt like you were about to pass out.

You saw a motel up ahead, it looked like shit but you knew they would take cash in hand.

They usually housed criminal and runaways.

You barged through the door and saw a guy on his phone, smoking.

“Thirty dollars for a room.” He muttered before you slammed the cash down and he threw a key to you.

You grabbed it and ran to room eight.

You quickly got in and slammed the door, dead locking it and then shoving as much furniture against it as you could.

You breathed heavily as you backed away and fell onto the bed.

You prayed to every (non Egyptian god) that he wouldn’t find you.

It was impossible to keep the tears from spilling, there were so many emotions in your mind.

Fear, anger, frustration, confusion and it all came spilling out at once.

—

Marc starred at the man running the hotel.

“Tell me where she is or you’ll regret it.” He growled, the man didn’t look up from his phone.

“Sorry, dude. Company policy, we don’t tell anyone where anyone is.” He muttered before Marc let his suit form, he grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him up.

“Either you tell me or I take out your fucking heart.” He growled as the man rolled his eyes.

“Room eight.” He muttered before Marc dropped him and stormed out of the room, still in his suit.

He tried to kicked down the door but failed.

Inside you quickly covered your mouth and leapt out of the bed.

You backed away until you were in the bathroom, you quickly shut the door and sat against me.

You heard a giant crash and felt tears run down your cheeks.

“Darling, I know you’re in there.” You heard Marc say as he knocked on the door.

“Baby doll, I’m angry but I’m willing to go easy on you if you come out now and come home.” He said as you slowly stood up and opened the door.

You looked up to him and his mask retracted.

“Let me take you home, baby.” He whispered before you quickly darted past him.

You had only just stepped one step out of the door when you felt blinding pain in your lower leg.

You fell onto the ground and looked at your leg to see Marc had thrown a moon dart at you.

“I gave you a chance.” He growled before his mask covered his face once more.

He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder roughly as you cried out in pain.

“No…”

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You laid on Marc bed as you sobbed, he was stitching up your leg and he hadn’t said a word.

“I don’t want to be hurt anymore, you scare me. That’s why I ran.” You cried out, your back faced to Marc.

“I’m not forgiving you that easy.” He muttered as you began to cry more.

You saw your teddy was within arms reach and quickly grabbed it, hugging it to your chest.

“Don’t hurt me anymore and I won’t run away. I promise.” You begged, you heard Marc sign before he began to bandage up your leg.

“Only if you promise to follow our rules.” He said as you nodded a little.

“Okay.” You whispered, Marc finished up and laid down beside you, so he could face you.

He wiped away your tears and sighed.

“I’m sorry, darling. I do all of this to protect you and keep you safe, but you’re right, I shouldn’t be so hard on you. You’re such a good girl, you just have naughty moments now and then.” He whispered before kissing your forehead and smiling.

“I promise to be good.” You whispered closing your eyes and finally relaxing.

“And I promise to not hurt you anymore, baby. I love you.” He whispered as you nuzzled into him.

“I love you too.”

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #yandere #yandere moon knight #marc spector x reader

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weiner-enjoyer · 4 months

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welcome to my ted talk.

this is a post about romances that are written and viewed through the lense of a partner being a deity. mostly talking about fictional characters. this is also me being an anthropology nerd

the earliest example of this that i can think of is greek mythology. as is with most things. in greek mythology, there are likely hundreds of examples of gods courting animals and humans alike, though not always consensually. for the purpose of this post i’ll only be looking at the consensual ones. specifically, we can use the example of ariadne and dionysus.

ariadne and dionysus have one of those princess-in-a-dungeon love stories. king minos, a scary bull, put ariadne in a labyrinth, and dionysus saves her because she’s beautiful. to my knowledge, whether or not ariadne loved him isn’t fully explained. the reason i include this example is that it specifically shows a sort of weakness of the gods; love. almost all gods, in almost all mythologies, are capable of love, and it is almost always their downfall.

this idea of love as a downfall is different from what we usually think of with god-complex relationships. usually, one person is so delusional and in love that they view a partner as a god. but in most ancient examples, these stories are told in relation to the god and not the mortal. so why are gods, especially in greek mythology, so attracted to mortals?

there’s an aspect of rebellion to it. gods and humans are meant to be separated, as demonstrated by titanomachy, the war between humans and gods. but after several thousand years, you would get tired of having affairs with your cousins, right?

that brings me to my next conclusion; it’s simply because love happens. even nephthys, the ancient egyptian goddess, is capable of love; she was depicted as lesbian or bisexual in order to function as being unable to have kids. love is a force that not even the gods themselves can escape, though they often find solace in it.

gods who have affairs with humans are typically not well off. take zeus for example. sure, he’s the king of kings, god of gods, but his life is a mess. everyone hates him, including his wife, and he’s kind of a tyrant. but humans view him as mighty as ever, fearing and loving him just as ever. he finds that power he lost in the humans, so he harvests it.

so where do we get the stereotypical yandere god-loving romances? humans in relationships with gods are never treated with dignity, if they get to live in the first place. why is it so desirable?

i think, in some ways, gods sometimes see us above them in the same way we see them above us. lets go back to the idea of gods finding solace in human relationships; you could argue that the gods would be zealous of humans. we have much less to worry about. in the same way, humans honor gods for many reasons, but in the very core of their supernatural being; the fact that they can just generally handle more, be better, be perfect, even.

the yandere god-loving romance, without doing too much research, may just come from that dynamic. that, as humans, we should worship that which is better than us, and maybe we’ll get some kind recognition in return.

i should note that i have done zero research and i just like talking.

thank you for listening to my ted talk.

#i dont expect anyone to read this #im just autistic #anthropology #archaeology #zeus #greek mythology #dionysus #ariadne #nephthys #ancient egyptians #ancient egypt #ancient egyptian mythology #im a nerd #gods #religion

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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I saw that love letter requests are open and I was so happy! Can I request a love letter from the god Thoth? He is the most mysterious god in Egyptian mythology for me, especially with all that story of Hermes Trismegistus and the emerald tablet!

My (Y/N),

I've been watching you longer than I expected but I don't regret it one bit. To be completely honest, I have no greater regret in my lifetime than not being more cautious in my approach to you.

Please forgive me for the fear, no, the terror I caused you.

I have never felt more helpless in mine. I had never known the feeling of fear until I saw the way you reacted. I've never felt so desperate.

This is so ridiculous, the other gods would say. I'm a god and you're a human and you have so much power over me... And I'm pleased to be able to say that I appreciate that power you possess. I like it, I could even say I love it.

I should have known better, I suppose, to have approached you more gently, but you must understand that I have never felt this way about anyone before. God or mortal, and it terrified me because I didn't know what to do.

I still don't know what to do. I don't know how I'm supposed to fix things and I want to do this. I need to fix everything between us. Please tell me how and I will do it without hesitation.

I'll be good to you like you'll be good to me, I know that. The two of us will be great together and I foresee a great future for us, but only if you accept my love and devotion. And you will accept it, won't you? When this letter reaches you, I hope you have made the right decision. I don't want to have to use my means to be together.

Eagerly yours,

Thoth.

#egyptian mythology #yandere egyptian mythology #yandere thoth #yandere thoth x reader #yandere thoth love letter #yandere love letter #love letter #yandere egyptian gods #thoth x reader

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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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