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𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔;

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐’𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔;

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒉𝒄

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𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔;

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑶𝒑! 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 (𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

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𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑱𝒋𝒌 𝒙 𝑰𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒊’𝒅! 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

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𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐’𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏

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𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑮𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑰𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒊’𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

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𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑲𝒏𝒚 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒄! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

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𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

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yandere-daydreams · 5 months

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Title: Sacrifical Bride.

Commissioned by the very lovely @yanmaresu.

Pairing: Yandere!Hades x Reader (Record of Ragnarök).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Forced Marriage, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Emotional Manipulation, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, and Mentions of Kidnapping/Prolonged Captivity. Not Canon Complacent. I Have Never Met Canon But I Hear She's Very Nice.

The wedding was a solemn affair.

Not dull, because nothing that had your heart beating so violently could ever be considered ‘dull’, and not dreary, because despite the many, many things you could say about your kidnapper-turned-husband, he wasn’t one for bland affairs. No, your dress was of the finest and most vibrant silks, your veil lined with pearls and rubies and the gown’s train long enough to swell and ebb behind you as you walked down the seemingly never-ending aisle, unaccompanied by any escort. Wreaths of shining ivory lilies and blooming chrysanthemums encircled marble pillars, low-burning lanterns casting the chapel in long, wavering shadows. The pews were empty. The only guests were his ghastly servants, and they’d never once said a word to you.

There was no officiant. Hades waited for you at the brimstone altar alone, a gentle simper playing over his lips as he watched you drag your feet and fight the urge to bolt, to run, to do the very thing that’d left you trapped in his arm in the first place. It was tempting, albeit pointless. You’d always been swift footed, but there was nowhere to escape to in Helheim. At best, you’d spend a few days hiding and struggling to survive in the empty plains that surrounded his looming fortress of a home. At worst, you’d find yourself without direction and beyond the reach of his control, hopelessly lost and stumbling through fields of fading dead and gnarled beasts and things that would make the man in front of you look hospitable, in comparison. You tried to remind yourself of that as your body begged you to flee.

As you reached the altar, his smile grew into something that could’ve been convincingly genuine, had it been able to reach the pits of lifeless ice that were his eyes. Rather, the gesture only seemed to add to the coil of dread growing tighter in the pit of your stomach as you stepped beside him, clutching your bouquet to your chest in a white-knuckled grip. He’d let you pick that out yourself, at least, and you’d taken a truly irrational amount of joy in picking wildflowers and trimming roses and breaking every rule of decorum your mother had ever taught you. Now, though, the shadows of his hall seemed to dull your vision-searing colors, and it was difficult to take joy in such a simple pleasure knowing the man in front of you sought to ensure you’d never braid daisies or sleep beneath open skies again, when he was staring you down like yet another precious gem he planned to add to his ever-growing collection. It was a cruel comparison, but not quite as hyperbolic as you would’ve liked.

There was a shallow sigh, a hand brought to the edge of your veil. He toyed with the fabric for a long moment before taking the hem in both hands and pulling it away from your face. If he recognized the terror stitched into your expression, he only deemed it worth a slight shake of his head. “Oh, beloved.” His hand fell to your cheek. “You’re as radiant as the day we met.”

The day he plucked you from your mortal life and dragged you into the depths of the earth, the day he’d forced the awful seeds of that terrible fruit down your throat and promised you would never see another living soul again. You swallowed back your nerves. “Please, don’t draw this out.”

You were lucky you’d fallen into the hands of such a mild-tempered captor. He let out an airy chuckle, turning back to the altar. It was decorated sparsely; an overflowing cornucopia posed in one corner, a standing thurible slowly releasing nauseatingly sweet incense into the stagnant air sitting in the other. Between them was only a bottle of dark wine and two twin chalices, crafted of only the finest bronze and polished until they shined in the low lighting. He filled both to the brim before looking towards you, a glint in his remaining eye as he took a chalice in either hand.

You’d been wrong when you assumed they were identical. Where one had a line of aimless, curling thorns following the rim and plunging down the length of the handle, the other was embellished with roses, abstract and nearly shapeless, forming neat columns across the body of the cup. He extended the latter to you, its contents threatening to spill as you took it in your trembling hands. You’d managed to talk him out of the more elaborate ceremonies he’d suggested, but it was difficult to remember that this was a preferable alternative now that could feel the chill of his wine seeping into your palms.

You brought it to your lips, held it there for a moment, then pulled back at the hint of a more familiar scent than that of his dizzying incense. “Pomegranates?”

“I thought it would be a nice touch.” For him, maybe. He’d always struggled to see things from your perspective. “Forgive my sentimentality.”

You wouldn’t, but you were smart enough to keep that to yourself. When he raised his chalice, you did the same, mirroring him when your own will failed you. “To us, darling.”

You nodded. “To us.”

He took a long sip from his chalice, seeming to savor the rich wine, while you drained yours in a single breath. Try as you might to enjoy it, you could only seem to taste ash.

A few vows were exchanged, a kiss pressed into the back of your hand when you flinched away from his attempt to communicate his affection more directly. Finally, he took your arm and guided you back to your shared chambers, lingering in the doorway while you collapsed onto his bed – your marital bed, now, you supposed. You buried your face in the silken sheets, letting out a soft groan. There would be a celebration later on, a feast with all of his many gloating brothers and prying sisters in attendance, but the worst of it was over. You were bound to him, for better or for worse. All you could do was weather the consequences.

You’d hoped he would be kind enough to leave you alone while you consoled yourself, while you took all that you knew and all that you didn’t and recontextualized it with yourself as the mortal bride to the God of Death, but a hand on your shoulder dispelled that fleeting fantasy. With no small amount of reluctance, you pushed yourself upward and turned your attention back to Hades. This time, without the pretense of custom, he didn’t settle for your hand. His mouth found its way to the dip of your shoulder, then the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses into his chosen targets.

When he started to move towards the curve of your throat, you moved on instinct – your hands finding their way to his hair as you dragged him away from you before he could do anything you wouldn’t be able to forget as soon as he left the room. “Please,” you said, not for the first time that day. “I… I’d rather be alone, right now. If it’s all the same to you.”

His smile didn’t waver. “You know that, if it were up to me, I would bend to your every whim,” he spaced the words out generously, as if worried your feeble human mind might not be able to understand. “But we aren’t done.”

Your expression fell. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. I wore the dress, and—and I took your vows, and—”

“My love,” he cut you off swiftly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “Our union will have to be consummated, eventually.”

You felt your throat begin to swell shut.

“I know that, but—” You laid your hand over his, trying to call upon whatever pale imitation of sympathy might’ve existed in his heart. “—does it have to be consummated now?”

You watched as his gaze softened, as his head lulled to the side in that endeared-yet-condescending manner he seemed so fond of. Slowly, with a painstaking gentleness, he brought you closer to him, ghosting over the top of your head and lingering there, even as he started to speak. “I think,” he started, his voice muffled by proximity. “that it would be in your best interest not to keep me waiting any longer.”

It wasn’t a threat, but it was posed like one, dredged up from somewhere deep in his chest and accompanied by his hand on your waist, nimble fingers slipping underneath the sash binding your gown together. When you jerked back, reflexively trying to escape his advances, he was quick to chase you, to let his softened smile spread into an amused grin as an arm wrapped around your midriff and dragged you, willingly or otherwise, into his lap. “I don’t want to hurt you.” And yet, your safety didn’t seem to cross his mind as his blunt nails bit into your waist, as he dragged you close enough to feel his chest press into yours, to become uncomfortably aware of the stiff outline against the loose fabric of his pants. “If I rely on my own self-restraint for another day—” Another kiss, this one to the tender patch of skin above your jugular vein. “I’m afraid I might end up doing something we both regret, when the time comes.”

“Less than a day,” you pleaded as he buried his face in your neck. There was a blur of movement, the ghost of his touch along the curve of your spine, and your bodice fell away in tatters, the ruined fabric collapsing to your waist. When you moved to cover yourself, Hades clicked his tongue and you froze, letting your arms fall back to your sides. Begging him to change his mind was one thing. Going against him so transparently would only make things more difficult. “Half a day. An hour. I just— Hades, I can’t do this right now—”

“My love.” Swift, blunt, merciless. You’d been a fool to ever think he was one of the kinder gods. “I think I’ve waited long enough to claim what belongs to me.”

Any protest you might’ve had died in your throat.

You’d been a fool to ever think he was anything less than the cruelest of his kin.

You wanted to scream. If you couldn’t run, then you would yell, raise your voice and tell him that he already had you, that he’d gotten everything he could’ve possibly wanted, but anything you might’ve said was torn away and ripped to shreds as his head dipped low, his teeth latching onto the vulnerable skin of you collar bone and sinking in. He didn’t draw blood, but he didn’t have to. A bolt of pure, stinging agony shot from your chest to your core, only dulling as he pulled away with a low groan. “Have I ever told you how much I adore the sound of my name on your tongue?” You felt his hand on your hip, then your thigh, the remains of your dress cut through and disposed of with little fanfare. He gave your bridal lingerie (pure white and so obnoxiously lacy, you’d had to wonder if this was all some sadistic joke as you slipped it on) more attention, his thumb running along the delicate trim before his fingers slipped underneath it, tracing the length of your slit before doing away with the barrier altogether.

Dread and panic dulled your reactions, but it would’ve been a lie to say the feeling of his mouth on your skin had left you completely unaffected. He chuckled as he gathered your slick on his fingertips, two of which were soon pressed into your clit with a brutal sort of precision. “And you tried to play coy.” He teased the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly, the patterns he traced into your clit too slow and too fleeting all at once. You wished he wouldn’t touch you at all, but if he was going to, it was the least he could’ve done not to draw it out. “That must’ve been why you seemed so rushed during our ceremony. If you’d asked me to make love to you on that altar, I happily would have.”

Hot, humiliated tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. You attempted to deny it, but a cracked moan slipped past your lips instead as two of his fingers were forced into your cunt and spread, splitting you apart. Your hands shot to his shoulders, trying to stabilize yourself, but he only saw your desperation as an invitation – bowing his head and pumping his fingers into you at the kind of languid pace that left you fighting not to rock against him, not to make up for the urgency immortal creatures so often lacked. “You’re a vice,” he muttered, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, his tone low and lecherous. You wondered, briefly, if words that fell from the lips of a god could be considered sinful. “To think my own wife would’ve had me neglect her so severely for so long.”

You shook your head. You were married to him, sure, bound to him. But you couldn’t afford to think of yourself as his wife. You couldn’t afford to think of yourself as something so limited, something so purely an extension of him. “I’m not—”

“Don’t try to spare my feelings. I can see that I underestimated just how much attention my little mortal would need.” His wrist quirked, another digit pushing past your entrance and stuffing your pussy full as his fingers curled and ground inside of you. Against your will, you felt a tight heat begin to twist and writhe in the pit of your stomach, pangs of burning pleasure coursing from your cunt to your core. Now, you cried unabashedly, embarrassment and shame burning in your cheeks and fueling the unsteady stream of tears that Hades was so agonizingly quick to coo over, to kiss away as your hips bucked unsteadily against his hand. “What a sensitive wife I have.” That word – that awful word – was enough to earn a ragged sob, but if he recognized the connection, he didn’t deem it worth his concern. “I promise, you’ll never feel so unloved in my care again.”

You would’ve given anything to be able to pull away from him, to be able to shove at his chest and swear to all the gods you’d once worshiped that there was no part of you that could ever feel loved with him, but in the end, he was the one to let you go, to throw you onto the center of his great bed and leave you whining involuntarily at the sudden loss of stimulation. He’d never been one to deprive you, though; in a moment, he was in between your open legs, one hand wrapped loosely around your thigh while the other pulled feverishly at his own clothes. His coat fell away first, then his shirt. You heard fabric shift and metal clink and, in a daze, saw him wrap his fist around something he could not have possibly planned to fit inside of you. Half out of terror and half out of instinct, your gaze flickered from his cock to his face – to the wide, fanged grin he’d been wearing for as long as you could remember.

He moved to kiss you, and you drove your heel into his stomach.

The blow would’ve been weak by human standards, but it caught him off-guard. Out of reflex, he reeled back, and you took the opportunity to scramble off his bed and towards the door, to any part of this forsaken place where Hades wasn’t. You made it a step, maybe two before something caught your shoulder, before your body buckled under a weight greater than your own. You were dragged onto your knees before you could so much as think to slip away from him, your cheek forced against the cool marble of the floor before you could hope to make your descent more dignified. You felt his broad chest press into your back, his snarling lips against the curve of your throat. You wondered if the insult would be great enough to warrant taking your life, but the thought was dismissed quickly.

Hades had never been the kind of god capable of showing such mercy.

“I would’ve made love to you like a queen,” he spat, his tone all manic venom and overdue obsession. “But, if you’d rather be fucked on the ground like a whore, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

You weren’t allowed the luxury of bracing yourself, this time. In one brutal movement, he thrust into you, splitting you open on his cock with the kind of harsh, unforgiving force better suited to a wild animal. There was no time to adjust, no time to sob, only Hades groaning against your neck as he bucked against you, never daring to pull out completely. Whatever agony his fingers had sparked was now ten-fold. Your legs shook, your body threatening to collapse entirely, but Hades kept your ass raised and your thighs spread, his focus entirely on bucking into you as deeply and as roughly as he could.

It almost surprised you when one of his hands shot to your head, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as he forced his mouth against yours. You tried not to cooperate, but two fingers pressed into your clit and your mouth fell open in a guttural cry, providing an opening he seemed content to take advantage of. It was a deep, lingering, messything – all tongue and teeth – but his cock ground against something soft and vulnerable and you failed to suppress the wave of pure heat that flooded through your battered body as you clenched around him, as you came undone around the cock of your kidnapper, your captor, your husband. Hades wasn’t far behind, his composure shattering no more than a second after the walls of your cunt clenched down around him. You could only choke on your misery-tinged pleasure as his hips pressed into your ass and he came inside of you – his awful warmth soon tainting every fiber of your being.

You tried to tell yourself that, at the very least, it was over - that he’d had his fill of you and now, you’d be free to console yourself elsewhere, but your hopes were once again dashed when Hades failed to release you, failed to pull out of you, failed to do anything but press himself into your back and trail his lips idly down to the nape of your neck. “Once is a pitiful amount for a king. Don’t you agree?”

You felt his hips move back, then rock against you just as quickly.

“You can forgive me when we’re done, love.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok imagines #record of ragnarok x reader #hades x reader #yandere hades #yaanderecore #yancore

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vandal-flower · 6 months

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Light and Death

Requested.

Yandere!Hades x Reader

Warnings: Manipulation, kidnapping, feelings of guilt, betrayal.

Notes: I was casually letting this just mold in my drafts. I took reference on Hades 'n Persephone, to make the story 🤌.

"(Name), have I ever told you about how much I loved you?", asked Hades, the infamous King of the Underworld.

"No, but there is no need in telling me that my king. I already know you love me.", you answered, with a flustered look on your face.

"But I would love to tell you. To tell you how I would do anything for you, and anything to have you for myself."

"Anything to have me?"

"Anything my beloved."

That was a conversation you had a few months back with Hades. You often look back on it, and wonder if he was lying. His brother, Zeus was infamous for his various affairs. And in some cases, Poseidon as well. But no one is bold enough to speak about it - in fear of being skewered to death. And even Apollo had a few cases of these said affairs.

To your mother, that was more than enough evidence that the gods in the Greek Pantheon were absolutely scum. They only act solely on their desires and nothing else.

But Hades is different. Hades was different in your eyes.

Sure, he was terrifying at first, but he's kind, caring, loving, and...

Well, you could go on about how he great he is.

According to him, many maidens wished to have his hand but were fearful since he rules the Underworld. Not the beautiful seas, or the bright sky like his brothers. Aphrodite suggested that she could match him up with someone, but he kindly declined the offer.

He said he wanted to find his one true love, unlike the other gods who just pick up a 'suitable' partner for the moment and call it a day.

What he said months ago was running through your mind. He would do anything for you, he would do absolutely anything to have you. It made your heart flutter.

Those were the thoughts you had those few months ago.

You were currently lying in bed - in a bed that wasn't yours. Beside you was the King of the Underworld himself. Hades.

His arms were wrapped around you tightly, but gave enough space to let you breathe. But also that ensured you couldn't get yourself out of his grasp.

He looks so majestical when sleeping, you note to yourself. It reminds you of the time he had kidnapped you, taking you for himself. He looked just as beautiful, if not more beautiful. It's hard to admit it, but it's the truth. You found him beautiful even when he committed such act.

You recall how he took your trust and used it against you. He used it to lock you in the Underworld with him. Those secret meetings with him, those precious moments filled your stomach with guilt.

You went behind your mother's back just to see him. She must be worried sick. Devastated. You feel like a hypocrite. Hades used your trust, and you used your mother's trust.

You miss her. Her smile, her laugh - even her torturous long lectures. You were able to see her.

Before you even realize, tears have already fallen out of your eyes. The droplets stain the bed beneath you and some drop onto Hades' arm, causing him to wake up.

He sits up and tries to comfort you, wiping your tears and whispering sweet words in your ears. But it's all nothing to you.

"I want to go home.", you mutter, hoping that he would listen to your pleas. Hoping he still has a heart after what he has done to you.

He pauses for a moment, as if contemplating if he should fulfill your request, wondering if he would get something in return. "My beloved, home is where the heart is. You belong in my heart, so it's only right for you to live with me."

"But, I want to see my mother. She's worried about me. She has to know where I am, she-"

Hades interrupts by placing his finger on your lips, silencing you.

"Your mother needs, time to process the situation at hand before you can go see her, my dear. So please, dry your tears and go to sleep."

"What situation?", you ask, confused at his words.

"I'll tell you in the morning.", he answers.

"But, there isn't any light in the Underworld, just darkness and death.", you urge.

"Exactly, I'll tell you when the time comes."

Ngl, there is not bad picture of Hades. Every one is just beautiful.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror hades #snv hades #yandere record of ragnarok #yandere shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror yandere hades #snv yandere hades #vandal-flower

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yandere-swallowtailcherry · 5 months

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Admirable {Yandere!Apollo x Nymph!Reader x Father!Helios} Pt 1

Record of ragnarok version!

Helios is NOT a yandere, only Apollo.

In this, you're a flower nymph (if that's even a thing-)

You watched your fellow nymphs gush over Apollo, who was smiling at them. He was giving all of them the attention they wanted. Except you. He barely have you attention, even if you were in his sights.

At first, you were one of them. But over time, your crush on Apollo slowly faded away, and it turned into irritation for him now that you began to realise his true colours. Nowadays, you did your best to avoid him at all costs, well as much as you can. Some of the other nymphs often dragged you along with them. The only two nymphs that knew you no longer love Apollo were Callista and Arete.

Just like you, both Callista and Arete grew to dislike Apollo and try their best to avoid him as well.

Whenever you get dragged by the other nymphs, either of the two will make up excuses for you so that you wouldn't have to see Apollo.

This is one of those times.

"Come along, (Y/n)! We have to see Apollo!" One of the nymphs squealed, grabbing your hand and started rushing over to the god. You tried to get your wrist out of her grip, only succeeding when the nymph stopped in her tracks. You looked over, seeing Arete standing over the nymph holding your wrist. Arete was one of the tallest of the nymphs, nearly the same height as Apollo, so she towered over the smaller nymphs. Not to mention she looks intimidating to most.

"Let her go. Can't you see her discomfort?" Arete asked, pointing at you. The nymph quickly looked back and let your wrist go.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" The nymph exclaimed in fear, running past Arete and towards Apollo. Arete clicked her tongue and looked at you.

"You okay, (Y/n)?" Arete asked, helping you up and leading you away from Apollo and the other nymphs.

"I'm fine, Arete. Thanks." You replied with a nod and a grateful smile, some pink roses blooming in your hair. Arete laughed and patted your head.

"Good to know, sis. Let's go find Callista." Arete suggested. Your smile went wider and you picked up the pace, nearly leaving Arete behind. The river nymph laughed again, shaking her head and easily caught up to you. You both found Callista in a field and both started hanging out with each other for the remainder of the day.

Apollo, on the other hand, was enjoying the nymphs that gushed over him. He noticed that three nymphs weren't present.

"I could've sworn I saw three more of you ladies here." Apollo pointed out. The nymph that Arete intimidated had her eyes widen.

"You mean Arete, Callista and (Y/n)?" She asked. Apollo knew the first two, but your name seemed familiar to him....

"(Y/n).... The one that always has flowers in her hair.... She used to be all over me." Apollo mumbled. He quickly shook it off and went on with the nymphs.

A couple of months have passed and you were sitting on a rock, eating berries as the nymphs nearby got themselves ready to see Apollo again. To your relief, none of them bothered to try taking you along with them like before. That was because Arete told them not to drag you to Apollo and threatened them to leave you alone. So they just got ready and walked away, leaving you alone near a river.

After you finished eating the berries in your hands, you for up from the rock and walked around, making your way to a familiar temple of the Titan god of the sun, Helios.

"Greetings, (Y/n). " The voice greeted you politely. A tall and glowing man with long golden hair and matching eyes slowly descended upon you, a gentle smile on his face.

"Lord Helios! So great to see you!" You said in excitement.

"It's great to see you too, (Y/n)." Helios said, looking into your eyes with a warm smile on his face. You stared back, the pink roses blooming in your hair again. Helios notices and touched one of them with fascination.

"You still look just as beautiful with each passing day." Helios whispered, admiring the roses in your hair. Your face heated up from the close contact with your hair.

"I've noticed how you started going to me instead of Apollo. Your feelings for Apollo have disappeared because he's never acknowledged you." Helios said. You didn't say a word, just stared at the Titan god. He was right. Apollo has rarely given you attention, whilst Helios gave you all the attention.

"How about I take you in? As my daughter?" Helios asked. Your eyes widen at the offer. Helios, a Titan god, offering to take you, a nymph, as his daughter?!

"Yes! I'd love that!" You replied happily, the pink roses in your hair crystallizing. Helios looked amused by your enthusiasm, despite only getting to know him for a couple of months.

"Very well. Stand still." Helios instructed, using his powers to turn you into a goddess. You felt a sudden urge of power in your body, a sign that it worked.

"From now on, you, (Y/n), will be known as the Goddess of happiness."

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End of Part 1! Don't worry, Apollo will be a yandere, it'll just take time.

#yandere record of ragnarok #yandere record of ragnarok x reader #yandere apollo #yandere apollo x reader #helios #just a random thing before the others #also Helios is growing on me lmao

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married-to-google-translater · 25 days

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Could you make Yandere Platonic Poseidon?

Yandere Poseidon (platonic)

Poseidon wouldn't really care much for his siblings.

And he wouldn't have had many friends.

He doesn't really care about others.

So you would most likely be his child.

This would be the only way he would care.

Poseidon would be a restrictive and controlling parent.

Even his paternal love would not be normal.

Poseidon considers himself perfect and he also considers you perfect.

Too perfect to spend time with other gods or humans.

You really wouldn't have many friends.

Even if Poseidon considers you perfect, he would still invest in your education and have high standards.

No pressure XD

Dating would be a definite no no.

Poseidon's punishments for disobeying him would be a little more easier.

He wouldn't really hurt you in any way.

But he would lock you in your room to "Think" about things.

If you obeyed him, Poiseidon would be nice and get presents.

He is not very emotional but he tries be good parent.

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phasmophobia-territory · 1 year

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The Ultimate YANDERE TYPES List | Extensive Graph and List

So I was doing research for my writing and I found a really good Yandere Types chart!

Full sources and links to further reading will be below in the notes!

And before getting into it, remember to read the trigger warnings and content warnings. This is Yandere fiction we’re talking about, so it’s going to get messed up.

Themes + Trigger Warnings + Content Warnings:

Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Unhealthy relationships, Religious themes, themes of sociopathy, themes of mental illness, hallucinations, delusions, hallucinations and delusions due to drugs, mentions of: physical abuse, sexual abuse, brainwashing, murder, suicide, murder-suicide, self-harm, stalking, panic attacks, cannibalism, necrophilia.

{click to open and zoom in to see the details! I'm so sorry, mobile app users :(}

Broad types. Click them to see more information!

Possessive Type

Shackling Type

"Denpa" Delusional Type

Love and Hate Type

Intoxicated Type

Stalker Type

Sources:

This does not belong to me. I only gave a summary of what I read. ORIGINAL SOURCE LINKED HERE.

It's an English translation of material from an upcoming game called Yandere Town. UNTRANSLATED, ORIGINAL JAPANESE SOURCE LINKED HERE. I do not know when this game is coming out, but darn the details that went into this is crazy! It might help you out if you're writing anything yandere!

(Original translators, I have no problem with taking this down if you don't want me reposting your translation to my blog! ^_^)

♡If you want to see more content like this check out the Writing and Yandere Masterlist and if you want to learn about this blog check out all things sketchprincess02!♡

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l0sercat · 8 months

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Yandere Alphabet w/ Hermes

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

He'll bake you little goodies and cook you meals. Sometimes they might be drugged with things to call you down but sometimes they're not. He'll also play some songs for you on his violin.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is willing to get messy but doesn't prefer it. He doesn't like making messes or getting dirty but if he has to he will.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

Depends on how darling acts. If darling is rude then he is rude if darling is chill then he is nice and gentle. But even then he can be a little sadistic. He just likes to see you cry from time to time and have you beg but nothing much.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Depends. If darling is being terrible he might need to teach them a lesson and depending on what they did will depend on what he does. He might touch and grope you even if you try to shrug him off. He would never go as far as showing you off on display though. No one but him will get to touch you and see your beauty; not even his family. Ares is to stupid and rough to be able to admire your beauty, Zeus...(well need I say more?), Apollo has so many women and men already he doesn't need another one especially if he is just gonna treat you like a whore.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't exposed much. He just doesn't open up not because he doesn't love you he does. But he just doesn't because there truly isn't a need for him to do so.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be amused at first then, it would be irritating. He thought it was cute you thought you could escape. Then you kept trying and it's like you don't even see him as a god an just a weak human.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He doesn't view it as a game but finds it pretty amusing. Watching you try and escape from him, a god. He chuckles and let's you get your hopes up and run to find a god to help you. But no god in there right mind is gonna mess with his Darling (Well Buddha will but you didn't reach him in time). He'll then quickly scoop you back into his arms and talk to you in a condescending manner. Why would you think you'd be able to escape?

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you tried to run to his brothers or father for help. It pissed him off. You could practically feel his aura coming off him. He kept the same smile but you could tell he was planning something. He slammed you against the wall and pinned you by your neck. Why did you go to his brothers? Did you want them more than him? Did you honestly think they were gonna help you? What was the point? Was it just to make me mad? Your in for a whole world of hurt :/

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

One where your basically his lap dog. You obey all his commands and don't put up a fight. You basically fall into Stockholm syndrome and view him as you should've in he first place. A god.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He hardly ever gets jealous but when he does it probably because of something to do with his brothers. You were talking with Ares and although Ares is not competition it pisses him off to no end to see you talking to him. Then Zeus pulls you in and clearly flirting and suggesting things to you. He would simply say something that could be read as aggressive and scoop you up in his arms and take you away.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He's the same person he is with everyone else. But he is more loving and gentle with you but also a little sadistic. He'll whisper sweet things in your ear while he is treating your body harshly. He is also an obsessive and manipulative yandere so...

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He would try to court you by taking you on dates. He's cooking for you and getting you jewelry if you like that stuff. If that doesn't work then he's kidnapping you lmao.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really but like I said he'll be more loving (and sadistic). You can totally see his yandere behaviors.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

By bending you over his lap and spanking you. It is probably psychical but he can and will punish you with non physically.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

Some you keep more than most darlings. He won't rape or SA you. He's better than that and he won't make you walk around with no clothes in his house. You also have free reign of the house and can use whatever you want in the house. Wether that be internet or even knives. You can't call anyone and you need a divine weapon to even hurt him.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He is pretty patient it is gonna take a lot for him to snap. But when he does...you better stay begging and praying.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If darling dies he would be shocked and sad for a bit. He would grieve and move on but he probably won't get another. Its a surprise he felt that way in the first place. If darling escapes he will just find them which want take less than a day.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

No 💀

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably more curiosity and wanting to feed this strong emotion he's getting. He can be greedy I mean he's a god after all.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't always enjoy but he doesn't care much. It will get annoying after a while but if he can't handle it he will gag you.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Yeah he would probably let you out without supervision. I mean where would you go? He would let you out and you think you would have a chance but then you almost fall to your death and your reminded where you are. He knows you can't get anywhere or hide so he lets you roam and when you think your being slick he ends up by your side in an instant just smirking with a condescending look on his face.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There isn't anything you could exploit he knows how to keep a cool head. He does everything with purpose and he plans for everything. You ain't escaping him 😂

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

He would but would only before his pleasure. If you misbehave he is putting you in his lap and spanking you. Wether or not you enjoy it he is hurting you. He enjoys seeing you beg and helpless for him. It reminds you of your place and how you need to watch your mouth.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He isn't worshipping you but he doesn't really expect you to worship him. He honestly doesn't care if you. Does he get some sort of feeling in his chest when you do of course because he is a god. But he isn't like those stuck up gods who need to be showered in mortal's praise.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

2 months. He would need to accept his feelings then he would try to court you normally. If that doesn't work he is then preparing his bike for you and after that kidnaping you so honestly could be shorter than 2months.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

He would and he would not feel bad about it. He probably wanted to break you in the first place. Strong willed and not giving in easily? Well now your broken lol.

#x reader #gender neutral #gender not specified #gender neutral reader #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok headcanons #record of ragnarok #hermes record of ragnarok #hermes ror #hermes #ror #ror headcanons #ror hermes #yandere hermes #yandere hermes x reader #yandere record of ragnarok #yandere ror

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sweetlolitaaesop · 10 months

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Hi how are you doing if it's all right can I please ask for a part 2 to my original request

Maybe where Buddha finds out his darling is good at stitching / customizing and where he sees his darling making a doll of him to carry/hug when he isn't around

Sorry if this sounds weird and if your requests are closed sorry for bothering you

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

TW : Yandere , Toxic Behavior , Implied Kidnapping ? Stockholm syndrome

-With your cute fashion style it's not weird that sometimes you have stitching experience modifying or customizing any clothes or accessories you have

- Since Buddha is a god and duty calls he has to leave you sometimes all by yourself

-Since being by yourself is boring and lonely

-Why not make something to entertain and help yourself

-So the solution , make a doll of your boyfriend Buddha !

-Since you can pretend it's him and you can hug and hold him

-Hair made out of yarn , body out of soft felt , buttons for eyes , stitching for a mouth , and cotton fabric for clothes

-And when Buddha came back one day to you sleeping soundly with the plush version of him

-Buddha intrigued at first then finding it adorable

-You missed him that much ?

- Since he discovered that , he would have a good laugh or smile about it

-It's cute that you miss him while he's gone even if you are held captive in his home

#yandere #yandere male #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere record of ragnarok #yandere record of ragnarok x reader #fem reader #yandere buddha x reader #yandere buddha #record of ragnarok #buddha record of ragnarok

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moonligyt1234 · 9 months

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Path to the Salvation of Humanity [AEON READER]

[NAME]

They/them

Aeon of Control

The Gods from the different pantheons was loud in the council of Valhalla.

What are they doing you asked?

Easy deciding the fate of humanity.

But are they truly alone in this council of theirs. The shadow noticed the appearance of the eldest and youngest Valkyrie.

The quietly watched in the shadow as Brunhilde triggered the Gods and suggesting Ragnarok.

Their couldn't but let out a small chuckle escape from their lips.

"You foul Valkyrie only the Aeons themself can accept your little suggestion." Zeus said with a menacing smirk on his face.

As the Gods around agreed to his word plus everyone knows how destructive Aeons can get.

Suddenly a booming laughter was heard by many as swirl of shadow began over taking a human body before it cleared showing someone with a suit.

"What an interesting suggestion little valkyrie." They said with a hint of amusement in the voice.

"Oi! Who do yo-" However they were quickly shut by a string forming on them wrapping around them until their face couldn't even be seen.

The person payed no attention to the dead god.

"Fine us Aeons accept your proposal."

One single sentence causes for another uproar. Loud so loud. They didn't even realize their mood was affecting their own power. As cracks rapidly increased the entire ground shake.

Before they let out a deep breath.

"I the Aeon of Control [NAME] accept suggestion about Ragnarok. May you provide this entertaining this for us little valkyrie."

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #yandere ror #yandere record of ragnarok x reader #yandere ror x reader #yandere record of ragnarok #ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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sk3tch404 · 1 year

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Yandere Shiva General Hcs (Record of Ragnarok)

A/n: Normal schnormal human reader. Shiva is a meanie but is very affectionate. I also have only watched the anime, so I'm only making bout 6-??? Assumptions and making the gods win bc eh plot reasons. Also platonic relationship with his wives ✌ 257 words I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS GOODBYE. Failing as a writer 💀

CW: Half-proof read (Yeah yoikes but this gets real long after rereading it a thousand times over) Kidnapping, forced affection, forced marriage, isolation, neglect, and Shiva being an arse-hole but a lover boy 🤦 (??? Weirdly enough)

I also just learned that the reason why Shivas first wife isn't known is bc Paravati is the reincarnation of Sati (Shivas first wife) after she died. So technically only 3 living wives in total. (Plz correct or educate me on Hinduism if you can!)

The more you know 💁🏻

Why he truly added you to his column of lovers is a question you may never have answered.

By the naked gods eye, you were nothing special really. Just another dead human in the heavens who is also spectating the final battles.

The afterlife isn't so bad once you've been in it for enough. Valhalla can be peaceful and honestly perfect at times when gods aren't feuding.

Once you heard the gods were holding an important final battle that would determine mankind's fate, it shocked you. Would that also determine human souls in Valhalla? What if the humans were to win? (As blasphemous as that sounded)

The ideal afterlife was supposed to be free of stress, anxiety, pain, emotional distress, and so on, but no. Of course it would never be like that. That's only wishful human thinking.

If there were no potential penalty for badmouthing high status idles, you'd say that the gods were worse than humans when it comes to ego.

Now, Shiva doesn't believe in love at first sight. The stories involving all four his wives have been a adventurous and treaded journey. He does not fall so quickly for such average beings.

But he's seen you before in the arena. Beyond the sea of humans, you stand with only yourself. You chose your seat in a secluded area and paid full attention.

As much as you seemed to isolate yourself from other souls, your eyes burn a similar passion for chaos and a strange fascination for the situation.

It caught him off guard for a second. Strange isn't it? Unlike all of these other ignorant ruffians, you enjoy a good lesson. You're not here just for the fighting and trembling anticipation that comes with the final results. You wanna observe things in educated fashion.

It's cute in a way. A lowly human soul so fixated on the final battle. If you get lucky, (his definition of lucky) he might recognize recognize you later.

Low and behold, he did. Your presence so quiet, yet so mesmerizing. Not interested in anything other than yourself and these sequence of events... How could you not be as entranced by him as he passes by? Yes a sparing surprised glance is earned, but you continue your path. How could he make you turn his way as he does for you?

Shiva will not take you so quickly. He does have a place in the arena, so he can't risk the chance of you not being in his 24/7 supervision for the first week or so. (Plus the soul threatening fight too but yk)

Though he will approach you! Somewhat teasing you in a way. Your fearful face and neck craned upwards while he is hovering over you excites Shiva. A burning dwells in his core, and you make him shiver.

It's only small talk and "hinting" at certain things to come, but it's not too forward.

"Hey, it's you! The lonely human! Yeah I know you. I could feel your eyes from across the arena y'know. For a weak soul, you really like this sort of thing huh?"

During his fight, not only did Rudra and the many people cheering for him motivate him to win, but also did your presence! The crowd is a blurry swarm of colors and movements alike, but he could practically feel your eyes on him.

He knew you couldn't stay away for long. I mean, how could you? Shiva is just perfect for you, and you've basically said you wanted to marry him based on your reaction to his fight.

While he takes his time healing his arms and various wounds, he keeps up with the battle scores and your whereabouts.

He's the god of destruction, and is very resourceful when he needs to be. His free time is filled with researching you on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and sometimes Saturday when his wives are busy.

By the time the gods win, Shiva has healed up pretty good thanks with the help of medical attention and the abilities of his wives.

He talks about you to his wives pretty often, and they don't mind. As long as it's what Shiva wants, then it's okay with them! Three of them has been okay so far, what's one more? The more to love right?

You're shocked with the results of the final battle. Of course this was the obvious end, but it was nice to have hope for humanity for once. People came together regardless of religion, and now all of living human kind is being erased

It seems the gods didn't care about human souls the had pre-existed in Valhalla, so you were safe for now.

Or so you thought.

You sat in your humble home, taking in the day you just had. The next thing you know, you're being forcefully taken out by a strong force.

Shiva tries to go easy on you, but you're just so damn cute, it kills him! He's super energetic and doting.

"Oh Y/n, you're so adorable. Ack, hey! Fightin now huh? I thought you saw my bout. What are you being stupid for?"

Marries you immediately. Only gives you the most enchanting and personal experience a soul could ask for.

The honeymoon is one like you've never experienced. Shiva has married four times. He knows how these things work. (Take that as you will, I don't write nsfw lmfaooo)

Shiva is painfully aware of how weak humans are compared to the average god, so he tries to not smother you too much. (AKA not smooching you once or twice every minute or so)

He really finds humans interesting, so he pokes and prods about in your personal space all the time. Privacy? Bodily autonomy? What's that?

Let's you roam free in his quarters but only let's you speak to his family and trusted ones. Rudra also finds this interesting. Shiva has fallen for a human soul? Now that's crazy talk!

Shiva would never want you to feel inferior to his wives just because they're powerful gods and you're not. You're his human. There's no one else who deserves you more than him!

But seriously, he loves learning about the ways of humans. The couple of humans who had attempted the final battle were spectacular and fought pretty damn hard, so he often wonders what others do.

"C'mon I know you're not that tired yet. The humans I've met have taken this kind of thing well before... What? Seriously can't keep up? *Sigh* Fine, get over here."

Things like modern technology isn't uncommon in Valhalla, so he'd most definitely want to know about your online life too.

Shiva is more of an active guy, so he isn't on his phone a lot. That doesn't mean he isn't inexperienced though.

He is also big on affectionate touch. Everywhere you go, he's holding some part of you. One arm around your waist and another on the top of your head.

Will MANHANDLE YOU like no tomorrow. Wherever he turns, you turn. Even when you're in the middle of reading something, or working on an arts and crafts project, he does not care. When he needs you, he will have you.

You're in front of something he needs to get to? Legit picks you up and places you aside. One the most embarrassing things to ever happen with him. You especially hate it when it's in front of his wives. They playfully laugh, giggle, and tease you for being so, as they say, cute.

They adore you. You're like another sibling to them. They also dote on you and have you help around a lot as it substitutes as hang outs.

They fight over you. A lot.

Durga is the one who takes you out a lot for physical activities. She is very ambitious and encouraging.

"Yeah, You finally got it Y/n! Whoo, you're badass compared to me."

Butters you up way too much despite the bold faced truth.

Unfortunately is the one who enforces Shiva's rules for you the hardest.

Kali is so charismatic and can be the most fun if you're rebellious. Despite her soft appearance, she is CHAOTIC. Although she stays loyal to Shiva, she doesn't mind breaking a few small rules here and there to have some fun.

She's the one who gets you in the most danger and trouble.

Shiva is VERY strict with you despite all of the freedoms he's allowed you. You're human, fragile mentally and physically. So when you are caught with Kali, he can't help but lecture the both of you.

Kali has been with him for a long time, so she takes the blame for herself. She knows she can persuade him if she tries hard enough.

Partavi is so kind and gentle. You two usually spend time inside and just casually hanging out. Cooking, learning about Hinduism, house keeping, keeping your mental and spiritual state in check, and all sorts of calming things.

Kali and Durga literally ought to tear each other apart when fighting for You attention. Partavi has to keep them in check so Shiva doesn't have to step in himself.

Complying with this new afterlife will grant you a very happy eternity and a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome.

You're surrounded by riches and loving powerful gods who want nothing more than to see you joyful. Who wouldn't want that?

Well, not you... You've lived your life! Yeah it may have been cut off short by quite a bit, but all you want to do is to finally be at peace. That shit was way more than enough. You really did not need any more issues.

Being strangely unaffected by the wipe out of Earth's humanity was just the height of it, but being kidnapped by one of the succeeding gods of the final battle was plain horrifying.

Refusing Shiva's wives affections isn't too bad in itself, but moving away from him is unacceptable.

Keeping to yourself in their shared room, not speaking to any one of them, refusing to accept their gifts and invitations, not looking after your health, pushing Shiva away when he tries to get close, and worst of all, saying you wish to not be with him.

Shiva is an emotionally driven guy, so you disobeying only displeased him further. Punishment is in order no?

Shiva won't beat you into submission, but he will intimidate and deprive you. Since you want to be so ungrateful, then maybe you should be on your own for a while huh?

You're literally thrown into a cold room with no windows and are left there for who knows how long. No one to check on you. Nothing to hinder your obvious chosen solitude. No food. No water. No one to pity you. Just the thought of sun rising and setting outside of your silent enclosure.

You hate it. You thought being alone was in every way better than being with them, but you realize that you don't like being lonely.

You despise the churning acidic bubbling in your stomach. The way your chapped lips stick together. No matter the silks and fabrics in the room, you never feel quite warm enough yet.

By the time they finally open the door, letting light pour into your room once more, you're running into whoever's arms is there.

You want- no, you need to feel something. To know that you're free of that confinement. To be free of your one and only being. Shiva's familiar warm blood pulsing through his body confirmed it.

Shiva of course, is pleased by this development. Humans will fight like hell, but will succumb one way or another.

"You miss me that much Y/n? Finally learned your lesson? Hehaha, I knew you could do it."

But if you had tried to escape? Oh hoho you are in for one big ride.

Shiva is infuriated. His rage is unlike any other. When he is hit with a hard pang of anger, all sense disappear and the only thing he can think about is how terrible the heat of emotions feel.

He is only ever at your side, so you being able to slip away can be so very rare. You won't be roaming outside his territory for very long as it would only last a couple of moments.

Was the sunlight hitting your form willing for once worth it? Was the rushing adrenaline of possibly achieving personal autonomy again worth it? The gleeful smile and feeling of heavy panting as you ran out gave you a sick, twisted feeling pleasure.

As Shiva topples you to the ground, his weight and arms hit you like a truck. If you were still alive, you'd say your soul was knocked out of you.

Too infuriated to even speak of his disappointments, he dislocates your shoulder. Your scream of agony echos throughout the secluded area, but it doesn't reach anyone.

You're taken back in for a full nights punishment. What made you think you'd be able to outrun Shiva? A final battle champion. The god of destruction. One who destroys, creates and rebuilds the world anew again.

The most damage you'll receive is some fractured bones, but nothing too bad. None of your skeletal structure is sticking out, but you can sure as hell feel the shattering.

You are of course treated. Shiva feels little sympathy for your injuries, but he does pity that sad pout you adorn in your medical clothing.

"Sorry Y/n. I was only trying to protect you, but it seemed like you couldn't understand that. I still love you so very much, so please forgive me."

This guy is the ultimate love bomber smh

Paravati, Kali and Durga don't like when you get so harshly punished like that, but they know it's what must be done.

If you ever actually get out for longer than expected, (which is mighty fucking impressive) those three will be on the hunt for you with no stop until you are found again.

And even if you had somehow gotten away, where would you go in Valhalla? God, you can't go to Zeus for help. He would laugh in your face and hand you off to Shiva like every other "lost belonging". Any other god would do the same.

Maybe Buddha could help? Then again, just because he fought for humanity doesn't mean he's your friend. Especially because it would be him against another god.

You can't return to your old home. It's where they had taken you from in the first place.

Other godly territory can be scary. Many myths and legends you might not know of, lowly salty gods may attack you, the social separation between humans and gods, and not to mention the people who inhabit the land there themselves.

Shiva would probably put a missing souls report out there for bounty if he had gotten desperate anyway.

So perhaps it's best to just, leave things as they are. Just to avoid trouble you know? Yeah, trouble.

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5cookiekitty-nsfw · 7 months

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*『Sweet as sugar』

Yandere Alpha Buddha × Omega F.reader 『Nsfw』

Summary: Or the one where you knew he would find you again , he wasn't the type to let somthing of his go. You just wished you were more prepared. Maybe then you wouldn't fall back into his arms so easily

Tw: fated mate/soulmate au , Yandere behavior , Possessive Behavior , alpha/omega dynamic , reader gets pregnant at the end but only for like 200 words , Nsfw:Alpha/omega dynamic , oral(F receiving) , vaginal fingering , knotting->creampie , praise kink , nicknames , biting , Dub-con-first smut please go easy on me.

Green tea , Petrichor , and warm honey.

It was a warm sunny day when you met him. So tall and imposing as he was intimidating , you knew he was dangerous the first time you laid eyes on him. Yet his very being brought nothing but a sense of tranquility and safety your body still craved to this very day.

His scent of green tea , petrichor , and honey was not as strong as any alphas you've ever met-not as dominant and overpowering as it was in most. It didn't need to be. He was dangerous all on his own and didn't need his scent to bring that across.

The feeling of joy and happiness that busted from your chest when you realized that this powerful deity was just as much of yours as you were his.

You didn't realize at the time how much he took that seriously.

Even now , sitting in a small ,old ,run down building ,you knew you couldn't truly hate him. His kind words and eyes full of love as he held you gently was a memory that your brain refused to forget. That you refused to forget.

You were lucky to escape before he was able to place a mating mark against your scent glands forever bounding you to him.

You laid your head against the cool window brought on by the heavy rain outside. You hate rain now. The scent it brought after always left that ache in your heart that almost made the omega in you cry out.

"My beautiful lotus."

You shook your head and let his sweet voice fade from your head ,lest you find yourself crying your heart out in the pitiful nest you made.

It's been almost a year since you ran away from that embrace. It's getting easier to cope , easier to breathe , and easier to live without the feeling of him by your side. Some days are easier than others but you're slowly getting there.

But right now you had more important things to worry about.

With the one year anniversary of your runaway approaching , you know your heat is not too far behind. You can't even begin to try to imagine what that's going to be like now that you've met him. Probably the worst one you've been through to-date.

But you were , if not anything else , too stubborn for your own good and you would rather throw yourself off into the deep end than to go anywhere back near him.

You knew you wouldn't be able to make yourself go if you saw him again.

A sudden strike of lighting brought you back to the real world and your eyes flickered across the window before you slumped off the windowsill and towards the bed. You let yourself drop onto the uncombable mattress with a sigh.

You pulled the old , thin blanket over your body as you curled up. The feeling of phantom hands were quickly shaken off as you let your head be cleared. With thoughts about your terrible heat approaching and the way you knew you would have to be moving again to avoid getting caught , you want to sleep with worry in your mind and a thousand thoughts running through your head. It was amazing how he managed to occupy almost all of them.

The feel of a breeze gently swaying your hair brought a smile to your face as you sat below a tree. Arms tightened around your waist and you pushed yourself deeper into his embrace. You felt him bury his head into your neck where your scent glands were located and you tilted your head to allow him better access. He hummed in apparition of your gesture and showed it by placing a small kiss on the outline of your glands making a shudder run through your body.

You loved having his time like this. Just the two of you basking in each other's presence with nothing but love in your hearts. It was the only time he allowed himself to truly relax with you in his arms. No one around but just the two of you.

“What's got you so happy?” His voice managed to let your attention fall on the feeling of your lips stretching up into a smile. He placed his chin on your head as he pulled your back flushed against him and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Me i hope.” you didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling , the way his fingers playfully danced along your side was enough evidence of the fact that he was. You scoffed lightly and he barked out a laugh at the sound. “I'm guessing I got it wrong.”

“No you got it right.” you said as you rolled your eyes. “But to guess yourself first is a level of confidence and self assurance that only you would have.”

“Only because you're involved” his words never failed to make butterflies go off in your stomach. Even after months of knowing each other he still manages to find new ways to make your heart flutter.

You felt those butterflies increase when his hands came to the cup of your cheek and pulled your face back to see his. He smiled , one of his rare genuine ones , as his brush brushed the corner of your lip. “My lotus.” he placed his forehead against yours. “I wish for his moment to last forever.”

“But then we wouldn't share any more moments.”

“No i supposed we wouldn't.” he pulled his head back slightly to look you in the eye. “But I might as well make this one more special than the rest.”

His lips met yours in the first kiss you two shared.

It was under that tree that you both shared the first kiss and it was under that tree when you made the decision to run away from him.

Even to this day you still remember the feeling of his lips against yours and the tears that spilled from your eyes as you left the home you had built by his side.

•~•○•~•

Something was wrong.

You just didn't know what…

Whatever it was , it was setting off your omega brain in a way that felt oddly familiar. The feeling poked in the back of your mind for hours as you walked the little town you found yourself in.

It was warm and the feeling of wind on your skin felt good as you walked around the town you found yourself in. You managed to pick out some ripe fruit and a little bit of rice , stuffing your goods into the sad little brown sack you called a bag before you started to make your way back to the motel you were staying in.

Waving to the desk clerk as you walked by , you made your way up the stairs and towards the very end of the hallway where your room was. You threw the sandals you had on onto the floor before an odor caught your nose. You sniffed at yourself and wrinkled your nose when you did so.

‘I need a shower badly’ you thought as you started to make your way to the bathroom. You took off the black halter neck wrap dress you had on before turning the shower on and stepping in. “damn this feels good.” and it did. rarely did you get warm showers , instead more often than not you took a bath in the river due to staying in abandoned houses more often than not.

Humming to yourself you lathered up your body before letting the shower rinse you off. You stayed there a good few more minutes before your fingers started to wrinkle and you stepped out. You grabbed at a towel and wrapped it around your body before stepping closer to the bathroom door and-

Green tea , Petrichor , and warm honey.

The feeling of calmness and safety washed over you did little to quell the burning panic and horror that was creeping up your body. You stood there , paralyzed and rigid as a million thoughts ran through your head. You had no idea what to do.

He wasn't the type to just let his scent run wild like this ,he had better control than that. No , if you could smell him all the way into the bathroom it was because he wanted you to. Wanted you to know he was here.

You swallowed as your erratic eyes set their vision on the window above the bathroom door. It was maybe dangerous and you may sprain something but at least you'll have a headstart in ru-

‘Don't run , Don't Run , DON'T RUN FROM ALPHA.ALPHA.ALPHA.ALPHA’ you choke on your spit when your instincts immediately object to the idea. It was burning and you were forced to turn your head away lest you forcibly drop in the middle of the bathroom with the person who you have been trying to avoid for a whole year right outside the door.

Damn it. You can't run , your stupid instincts won't let up after coming into contact with his scent after so long , and you sure as hell can't fight him. Nothing

There was nothing that you could do to get out of this situation.

You knew this day would come , that he would eventually drag you back into his embrace. You just wished you also knew what to do when that day came. Your arms felt heavy from where they hung at your side and your shoulders hunched over in defeat.

You slowly walked over to the black dress you had on and slipped that and your undergarments on before facing the door. You straightened , squaring your shoulders and evening out your face as you walked over and twisted the door knob open. His scent hits you like a train but as you walk to where your beds were located and stop right under the arch that separated the room.

He still looked as beautiful as you remember him to be.

He sat on the bed , one leg crossed over the other and his face leaning into his hands with a sucker in his mouth , looking like the beautiful god he was. He stared at you and you stared right back. It was silent as you both observed each other before a little smile appeared on his face.

“My beautiful lotus.” he cooed and you shivered a little at hearing his voice.

“Buddha.” was all you said , tone even and he frowned a little.

“Really? Is that all I get after you disappear for a year without telling anybody.” he didn't sound mad , Just annoyed , as if you disappearing for a year was more of an annoyance and hindrance if anything. To him it probably was , what's one year compared to the thousands he lived. Still-the tone did make you flinch a little despite your best efforts not to. If he saw it he didn't say anything about it , only moving a finger in the ‘come here’ motion. You didn't and when he waited for a few more seconds he spoke. “y/n.” ok so maybe he’s feeling more than just a bit annoyed.

Having him use your name instead of his enduring nicknames splurged you to move towards him at a reasonable pace. Buddha watched you , intently , as you made your way over to him before stopping at the food of the bed where he sat. he reached his hand out and pulled you into his lap , cradling you to his chest as one would do a baby with your legs dangling off the sides of his.

“There we go.” you didn't say anything about the slightly relieved tone you heard. “Did you have fun on your little adventure.” he took to rubbing your body , where his hands held you , with his thumb. “I sure do hope so.” and suddenly his scent spiked and with your head being right next to his neck it sent you into a daze that left you a gooey , puddling mess in his hold as you went. “Cause it's going to be the last time I'll let you leave that again , pretty little omega.” He then began to pull something out from god knows where and when your eyes caught sight of it you began to fight the haze that had covered your mind to squirm.

“B-buddha pleeease don't.” your words slurred as you tried to plead with him to not put on the omega collar. God knows that as soon as that thing injects his pheromones into your system you'll become an even more puddle of instincts eager to please the alpha in front of you. “I-i d-don't want it.” he just cooed down at your form as he held the cursed thing up in the light.

“It's ok little lotus , It will just make you a bit more receptive to my demands. I'll take it off as soon as we get home and you'll go right back to your normal self but right now I can't have you fighting me.” the damn collar was pretty too-even if you didn't want to admit it. It was fluffy and the color of his eyes with a golden tag in the shape of a lotus hanging from a loop with the word ‘buddha’ was neatly inscribed on it.

You hated how the omega part of your brain preened and begged for him to put it on , to show all of the valhalla who you belonged to. Your rational part of your brain silenced the omega part and made you squirm harder as you ranked your nails on his arms holding you. “What the-Hey! Stop that you -Don't try to bite me!” you did in fact not stop and continued to fight him as he struggled to hold your flailing form. “No , No , NO! Don't you dare buddha! Let me go and leave me alone-”

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” the alpha voice immediately made you stiffen as your limbs locked in place. For him to yell-his annoyance must be flying through the roof right now. “Now , you're going to sit still and let me put the collar on you like a good little omega.” you hated how patronizing he sounded. You hated how your body was forced to listen to his command even more. He seemed to fiddle with the damn collar before it opened , ready to be put around your neck and seal your fate.

“Y-you. What do you plan on doing.” that seemed to stop him as he blinked down at you wide eyed before a wistful smile crossed his lips. “I love you so much. Do you not know how close you were to breaking me after you left. Putting me through this goose chase after you just to have you in my arms again. And while I do respect your wishes and boundaries you obviously cannot be trusted with your own self considering how you still kept away despite it hurting you. Hurting us.” you wondered how long he had known where you were at to even know that info. You hoped he didn't see the nights of you crying in bed because of how much your heart ached to have him back with you. “So I'm doing what's best for the both of us.”

“If I put a pretty little mating mark on your neck you won't be able to stay away.” your eyes widened as you tried to protest his words.”wait , buddha no-” Key word being tired cause he once more interrupted you “Buddha , yes. I won't let you deny yourself happiness cause of-god knows why you ran away.” he then started to move the collar towards your neck. “I'll figure that out after we've made it home.” tears left your eyes as the fur touched your neck.

He wipes them away with a free hand before kissing you on the forehead. “It's ok little lotus. Your alpha is going to take real good care of you.” and then that damn collar was clamping on your neck and all you knew was a haze.

your once cotton brain was filled with thoughts you were able to comprehend , slowly , over the course of half an hour. It was only after that time did you realize what your brain was trying to tell you.

Why were your eyes covered?

Your hands flew to your head to tug off the silk that covered your eyes but to avail. It was as if the damn thing had a lock on it that you couldn't feel with how hard it was to even tug the edge of it off your face. One of your ankles was also bound to , what you could assume , was a bedpost by the same indestructible silky material.

You laid there , tossing and turning in your spot as you let the thoughts eat away at your brain. Damn buddha-

Oh…that's right.

Buddha took you once more. You hate yourself for getting too comfortable with your freedom and now you're paying the price for it. You wished you could say you hated being in his arms again. What did he plan on doing to-

“My beautiful lotus.” there was a hand gently moving along your ankle all the way up your calf and you jumped a little. You had been so lost in thought that you didnt hear him enter-that if he left at all. “Did I scare you little one?” he chuckled to himself as that hand continued to crease its way up your body all the way to your face.

You felt the bed dip as the hand cupped the other side of your cheek to move your face towards what you assumed was his. Your suspicions were proven to be correct when you felt hair crease your forearm and a breath fan your face. “Right back where you belong.” he continued to run his hands along the sides of your body.

It was only when you began to shudder and squirm that he pulled away only to bury himself into your neck as he pulled you up , how he did that with chain , you had no idea and finding out didn't seem so important-not when he was pulled you into his lap and forcing your nose to bury itself into his scent glands.

He then begins to pet your hair as he whispers in your ear “I missed you so much you know. It was agony for me to not be able to hold you in my arms everyday that you were gone.” there were fingers tilting your head up and you could feel his lips centimeters away from yours. “Won't you grant me this one thing , my love.” and then his lips were on yours.

It's been so long since you felt him in this way and you hated the way your body seemed to relax in place as he pulled you closer to his body-you hated even more how your body seemed to slot perfectly against his. Like a final puzzle piece being put into place. The kiss was getting even a little too steamy for you as his tongue found its way into your mouth and tangled itself with yours. He pulled away to let you breathe only to dive right back in once you got that gulp of air.

Finally , after only he knows how long . did he pull fully away and you felt a string of saliva on your chin. “If only you could see yourself.” the husk in his voice made you shiver and he nipped at your ear with those tusks of his. “So sweet for me aren't you .” and then you felt him tug on the cloth covering your eyes and an orange glow entered your eyes.

His room was still the same as you remembered it.

It was covered in an orange glow and the center of it all was the man whose lap you currently sat on. His hair down and sprawled out behind him , he wore nothing but an open robe and some pajama pants. You took a quick look at your outfit and noticed he had changed you into a fur trimmed , spaghetti strap , baby blue , satin nightgown.

You could only imagine how you looked. Flushed cheeks , mouth open a little with salvia , and dazed eyes accompanied by your nightgown strap slipping off of you. It's proof of his control that he hasn't pounced on you yet and even then you could feel that sleeping through his hands.

“Do you have any idea on what you do to me , the effect you caused on my life since you came into it? You think its ok for you to just fuck off for a year without telling me where you are.” One of his hands came to cup the back of your neck and pulled you towards him until the both of yall were chest to chest. You had to crane your neck up to even look at him because of the way he loomed over you. “Were you even thinking of the damage you might have caused because of your little adventure?”

The growl in his voice made you shiver and he cooed mockingly down at you from the feeling. “My poor omega. Were you scared without me there with you? Did your heart pang as much as mine did when I wasn't there? I bet it did.” the hand on your neck trailed slowly down your back causing you to arch to get away from the fiery feeling of his hands.

Why did everything seem so-so-God damn it! you can't put a name to it but whatever it was it was making being this close to him all more intoxicating. That's when your eyes noticed some incense around the room and-Oh my god. “Buddha -buddha no. please dont-” he shh your pleads and peppered your face in kisses as you shook there.

He had put up heat inducing incense around the room and in your panic you didn't see or smell them until it was too late. Now you knew what that feeling was in the pit of your stomach that seemed to get worse now that you knew about it.

It was your body calling for its alpha to take care of it.

“I love you so much and it broke my heart to have you away from the safety of my arms like that. But i can assure you it won't be happening again.” he nipped at your ear and a small whimper escaped your mouth. “If I put a pretty little mating mark on your neck you won't be able to leave.”

“Buddha wait please , let me-”

“There's only one thing I'm letting you do tonight.” he interrupted you and suddenly you were flipped onto your back with him between your legs. He was pushing up your dress with one hand while holding down your squirming hips with the other. “Now take it like the good girl you are.”

The feeling of his fingers teasing your slit through your panties made you shudder. “Look at you. So wet for me.” he pinched your lips , making your clit puff out from in between and leaving a nice wet patch on your panties. “I do wonder what the source looks like.” your pussy was exposed when he tore off your last defense from his hungry eyes.

He teased your slit once more before spreading you , exposing your hole out as he whistled. “So pretty for me baby.” he blew and watched as the hole twitched as a whine escaped your mouth. He circled around the hole as his other hand teased your clit until you were a whining , squirmy mess beneath him. Buddha watched the way your face turned red and your expression haze as you became more lost in your heat-induced mind. “There we go omega , so good for me.” he encouraged as he cooed over you. He was going to have you cock drunk by the end of this he was sure of.

He lets one of his fingers collect your wetness before slowly sinking it into your core. the sound that tore through your throat was nothing but whorish. You were going to be an embarrassed mess the next morning but right now all you cared about was the way buddha's finger slipped into your walls. He seemed to still one he got knuckles deep before pulling back and slipping right back in with a slow pace.

He worked you up on just one finger alone before your voice was begging for more in which he slipped a second finger in. this time he sped up the pace as he curled his fingers. That little action seemed to have hit a nerve in your body that caused pleasure to spread all the way down to your bones as you jerked your hips to catch his hand.

He pushed your hip down but continued to fuck you on his fingers. “So beautiful , so perfect for me like this.” The wet sound of his hand meeting your ass cheeks every time he came into contact with them made you shudder as he continued to hit that sweet spot in your core. “Taking my fingers so well my little lotus. Can you handle a bit more?” and then he was leaning forward as his tongue caught your clit suddenly.

You screamed from pleasure as he swirled and sucked on your clit all the while you lost yourself on his fingers-when did he add in three-that were plugging in and out of you. It was becoming too much and you felt your hands scramble for purchase to ground yourself. You found them tangled in his hair and the groan he let out only made you moan more as the vibration traveled straight to your core.

“Buddha , buddha , love , please i cant-cant-” you were a babbling moaning mess as he ruined you completely. His fingers were curled now , catching your g-spot everything the went in and out , and his tongue was practically makingout with your puffy clit. He seemed to give your clit a break as he pulled up. “Yes you can. You can take it little lotus. I'll. make. Sure. of it.” Each word was met with a kiss to your clit before he dove right back into his mistreatment.

Something was building up in the pit of your stomach and you felt yourself getting tighter and tighter the longer he continued. “Buddha , buddha-please i'm about to-” he growled as he got up just enough for him to speak. “Then by all means , cum for me omega.”

And who were you to deny your alphas order.

With a couple more thrust and a swirl of your clit he had you seeing whiteness as you sprayed yourself all over his hand and chin. His thrust was a little weaker as he coaxed out your orgasm for as long as physically possible. He only let up once he heard your little whine as he sat up to lock eyes with you. He made a show of licking your essence from his mouth and fingers as you looked away embarrassed.

Your heat was in full swing now and right now all it cared about was getting his cock and knot inside you.

You heard the shuffling of clothes being taken off and you felt him spread your legs wide apart before settling in between them. “Tonight we join as one. When this is all over you will be mine as I am yours.” you felt the head tease at your entrance as it gathered up some of your slick. And then he was slowly dragging himself in and-Oh my god.

You've never felt so full and so right as he bottomed out and a moan left your mouth at the feeling. He seems to be frozen in place , taking the time to feel how your pulse and flutter around him as a groan leaves his mouth. You felt just as perfect as he imagined you to be.

And then he started moving and your hands went fumbling once more before he hooked your legs over his shoulders to grab at your wrist and pin them above your head. “Calm down little lotus. If you break, I'll be sure to put you back together again.” with that he was thrusting into you hard and fast. It knocked your breath out and soon enough you were a moaning withering mess once more. The feel of him dragging himself in and out of your walls left sparks sizing your nerves in the best way possible.

Buddha looked down at you as he continued to roll his hips. Face flushed in red and moans leaving your lips like prayer , it was a beautiful sight that egged him on more. He leaned up , still having your legs thrown over his shoulders , and left a kiss on its febrile skin. “You look so beautiful, split open on me like this.” a strangled keen left your mouth at the praise and he chuckled into the skin of leg. “You feel so good wrapped around me yeah? Do you want more , do you want more of your alpha?”

You couldnt think clearly , not when his hips were rolling into yours and not when he took your legs off his shoulders to press them firmly back against your chest. That seemed to allow him to deeper and a garble escaped your mouth as he drilled himself deeper into you. “Buddha! Buddha! Buddha!” you chanted his name like it was the only thing you could remember. He lets out a please him as he reaches down between your legs to roll your pearly bud between his fingers , leaving one hand to hold up your legs.

That got you screaming out in pleasure as he continued to play with your body to his own pace. “Buddha ! buddha!” a single word left your mouth that caused the temperature in the room to skyrocket. “Alpha~” that seemed to get him going as a growl left his lips and suddenly he was really fucking your brains out.

“Thats right , its your alpha taking care of you and its your alpha thats fucking you.” that familiar feeling was creeping back up your body and buddha hissed when he felt you tighten. “You're not ever leaving my side again. I won't allow it.” h was swirling and pinching at your clit and you felt yourself shake in pleasure at the mistreatment. “Now do as our alpha says and cum.”And with that your legs are shaking as your second orgasm hits you for that night as your nerves light themselves on fire.

Yet despite this something was still missing and you felt yourself sob out for whatever it was. “Was you not cumming enough?” buddha teased as he fucked you through your orgasm with no sign of him stopping anytime soon. “What does my omega want huh? A kiss? Another orgasm?” his hair was sprawled out everywhere around y'all as those blue eyes of his seem to glow in the dimly lit room. “My knot?”

That was it , that was what you wanted-no needed. You nodded your head “yeah , yeah.” he chuckled as his legs felt limp and twisted yall body’s so you were seated on his lap as he continued to jack hammer into you. He moved your hair from one side on your neck as he nibbled on the sensitive area that was your scent glands. You jerked and whittered from the new position as the base of his shaft started to expand. “So pretty for me , like on the most beautiful goddess laid out before me.”

“But do you know what would make you prettier?” he said as he scraped his teeth along your scent glands causing you to shudder. “Having my mating mark on your neck.” and then everything happened all at once. His knot grew and he slammed it into you and his hot spurts of cum shot inside you leaving you thruly fucked out of your mind and unable to form a sentnse or word. And then he was biting into your neck and you felt the bond forming between the two of you as he let go of your neck to lick at the blood dribbling out.

You feel your own fangs come out and Buddha pushes you towards his own scent glands with a gentle petting hand. “Go on omega , mark me as your.” and mark him you did , biting down on the gland caused another spit of his cum to shoot out from where he was locked in with you causing your wall to flutter around him.

He lets his face fall into your neck where he kisses the newly mated mark on your neck with a pleased hum. “Mine.”

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The wind was blowing through your hair as you stood in the garden of buddhas palaces. You let yourself wander around the area until a familiar scent reached your nose. You didn't move to greet him , only stood there watching as a butterfly went from one flower to the other.

He reached and when he did he placed a kiss against the scared over mating mark on your neck causing you to shudder. “Little lotus.” He greeted you with a warmth that left it hard to stay in any short of a bad mood around him no matter how hard you tried. “Buddha.” you greeted back and you could imagine the smile he sent your way. He never did figure out why you ran away that day and you weren't ready for him to find out. Least he make good on that promise you unfortunately overheard.

You felt him cup your belly , now round and filled with his child , as he lets you lean into his embrace. “Come along now little lotus , I've got something to show you.” you let him lead you into the house with the sun rising behind the two of you.

#buddha record of ragnarok #yandere buddha #yandere record of ragnarok #yandere ror #buddha x reader #ror buddha x reader #omegaverse #omega reader #yandere

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vandal-flower · 8 months

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The Tides of Sea

Requested.

Yandere! Poseidon General Headcanons.

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, manipulative, verbal abuse, mental abuse.

Notes: Can't say you're surprised when I'm in my Yan Ror men Era.

If one had to rank which yandere is the worst or the best, Poseidon is at the top of the list of worst yandere.

He's manipulative, rude, mentally exhausting, just everything about him is just down right wrong.

The "love" he has for you is twisted. He says he's doing you a favour, how you should be grateful for him looking after you.

He doesn't like anyone looking at you, thinking you would try to leave him for someone inferior.

He keeps you locked away in his castle, like some person of great royalty needing saving. But there is no one to save you from the dragon.

Don't expect some affectionate words from him. He'll verbally abuse you to the point you don't even fight back.

He manipulates you into thinking you wanted this, you asked for his attention, now you have it.

In the end, you start believing him.

Most of the gods seen you around, but choose not to get involved. No one wishes to get involved into Poseidon's business.

You end up becoming his prisoner, whom he is obsessive about.

"Stop your whining, it won't change your fate. Your life is in my hands, and I decide what to with it."

Don't simp for this man, I beg of you...

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#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #yandere shuumatsu no valkyrie #yandere record of ragnarok #snv yandere poseidon #ror yandere poseidon #vandal-flower

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yandere-swallowtailcherry · 4 months

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☀️Yandere!Apollo with a Female!Gojo!Reader☀️

This is from a poll I made. This was the most voted on that poll (God's School Aphrodite!Reader and Mitsuri!Reader both tied for second, but I'll do those as well.)

The first part is told in the narrator's pov, then it's in your pov.

This won't follow the original plot, so in this, Geto is on Gojo!reader's side!

Reader is 28, which is Gojo's canon age in the series (This won't contain spoilers from the manga, so don't worry!)

Also, thank you @forbidden-sunlight for helping me think of a plot for this!! Appreciate it! 👍

Hades hasn't felt this stressed out over anything in his life.

Multiple reports stated that these creatures called Curses have been the source of his stress. Not only were they killing thousands of humans, but they were also destroying the bifrost, the gate that only the chief gods can access, himself included.

He's tried to take care of them himself, but he couldn't exactly get rid of them. So he resorted to letting sorcerers kill them since they were one of the only ones who can effectively take them on.

(Y/n) Gojo is one of the strongest sorcerers he has, so she was the one who was constantly working. She's one of the only sorcerers who can take down even the strongest curses with ease.

She refused to do so, unless he lets her three students go with her so they can grow. He was against it at first, seeing how they were teenagers, practically kids! But (Y/n) wouldn't have it any other way. Hades reluctantly let her three students go with her.

Yuuji Itadori, a 15 year old boy who was the host of the king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, another 15 year old boy who seemed to be Sukuna's interest and Nobara Kugisaki, a teenage girl.

During the three months of eliminating curses, her students have continued to grow stronger.

They were her precious students, and she won't allow anyone to separate them from her....

"How long until we find this curse?" Nobara complained, already feeling bored from the long walking. Megumi rolled his eyes and continued looking around. Yuuji didn't complain at all and was helping Megumi.

"Relax, we'll find that curse!" Yuuji said, smiling at Nobara.

"He's so handsome." A female said to herself, catching the three teenager's attention, as well as yours. The female revealed herself to be a nymph, but as soon as she was visible, the curse had appeared and brutally murdered the nymph. Megumi immediately summoned his wolves, the black and white ones ready to fight the curse.

A certain god with long, pink hair was nearby, wanting to take a break from the nymphs. Apollo had heard the commotion and went over to see what was going on. The god saw three teenage kids fighting a curse along with a grown woman with a blindfold over her eyes.

But this curse proved to be too much for the three teenagers and you had to finish it off, which you did with ease using black flash.

"I've never seen a human perform such a technique. It's.... Amazing."

Unbeknownst to the four of them, the same god had watched the whole fight, more focused on you. You're very beautiful, and he knew it.

A man your age with long black hair with parts of it tied up came over, asking you to go relax, even for just a bit. At first, you refused because you didn't want to be separated from your students, but they managed to convince you.

You lifted your blindfold up, revealing one of the most beautiful eyes Apollo has ever seen in his immortal life. Multiple sparkles of lights reflected brightly in your sky blue eyes, layered by white eyelashes.

"Her eyes.... They're like the blue skies themselves...." Apollo thought.

"Sure. I can also take a load off for a bit." You replied, putting the blindfold over your eyes. You urged them to go ahead, while you follow behind. When they were far enough, Apollo decided now was the time to get the woman's attention.

"Hey!"

You turned your head, seeing the pink haired God approach you with a smirk on his face. You now looked slightly disinterested, though it was hard to tell.

"I assume you're Apollo?~" You asked, folding your arms. Apollo felt his confidence grow from your acknowledgement of him.

"I am. But that's not why I'm here." Apollo replied, flipping some of his hair back.

"Make it quick then." You said.

"I've seen your beautiful techniques and-"

"Not interested. I've already did what I needed to do for now, and I'd like to relax." (Y/n) replied, turning back around and started walking away. Apollo was surprised at her answer, just watching her leave.

"What?- You-"

"Besides... You're too weak~" You finally spoke, looking back with a grin and looking forward. Apollo knows he should be angry at the audacity of this woman. But he couldn't. Instead...

He was more attracted to her.

And so began his little quest to win your heart. Ever since then, he's been watching your every step, figuring out your likes and dislikes and more effective ways to get closer to you.

Whenever he meets you in person, he later found out that you were oddly playful and nonchalant, despite your cruelty towards curses. Your interactions slowly grew, even if Apollo had to do it first. At first, you didn't want anything to do with Apollo, but he keeps coming to you, so you just let him do whatever.

But doing that only increased his love for you.

Apollo has always seen you with the man with long black hair, whose name is Geto Suguru. From your interactions with him, he has a strong connection with you, and it enrages him. He hates the way Suguru gets close to you. He didn't like the attention you give Geto. You always greeted with a playful smile, and he wishes he was the one you smile at.

He has to get rid of him, so you can only give him the attention you give Geto. Geto Suguru.... Has to go.

So that you'll have no choice but to love him and him only~

#yandere record of ragnarok #yandere record of ragnarok x reader #yandere apollo x reader #gojo!reader #finally i finished this!#hopefully it's good enough

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married-to-google-translater · 1 month

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Yandere Poseidon headcanon

May the gods help you if you were human

Poseidon would definitely be a possessive and domineering Yandere.

You'd have to be something really special to get his attention.

You should be the best because only the best is good for him.

And you really should be thankful that Poseidon cares about you.

^ His words

Poseidon isn't really asking for your opinion.

He has decided that you belong to him, so you belong to him now.

Case closed.

Moving in together would happen immediately

You can resist but the consequences would be severe.

Poseidon is not afraid to use force with you.

Poseidon's punishments would be either humiliating or severe.

As said before he is not afraid to hurt you.

Nothing too visible though.

He wants your relationship to look "normal".

So if he ever lets you meet others.

And if you were human Poseidon would be even more possessive.

No sure if that was possible lol

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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Yandere RoR Loki x Fem! Reader: Love Potion

How does the God of Mischief react when he falls in love with one of the human contestants in Ragnarok? How does he take it when he sees that they love another God?

Not very well to both.

A/N: Sorry if this seems too OOC, I did try to do my best since I'm still trying to get a feel for writing these characters! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Being the god of trickery and deceit, Loki was never afraid to use unsavory methods to get what he wanted, and this situation was no different. He stood next to Aphrodite, watching with careful eyes and an unreadable smile on his lips as he watched the pink liquid in the cauldron stir. Apbrodite did not share that smile, in fact, she looked rather digusted as she held her head low with shame as she threw in the final ingredients.

"...Her love for you will be false." Aphrodite warned, her voice low. Loki let out a low chuckle and looked at the goddess, "Love? Is that what you think this is about?"

Aphrodite only frowned and furrowed her brows as he continued to condescend

"No, no, I'm way too above that sort of thing," the God continued to mock, "This is about control."

He wasn't wrong, Aphrodite noted, but there was something else she could sense about this. The fear of being controlled. It appears the God of Mischief has had something happen to him, something that shook him to his core and that nothing, not even his quick wit and sly cunning, could stop it from happening.

He had fallen in love with someone who was in love with someone else, a God nonetheless.

Until now, he thinks with a smirk as Aphrodite hands him the pink liquid colored potion. She looks ashamed of herself as she sees Loki's twisted grin grow on his face as the pink glow from the potion reflects in his greedy purple eyes. Even though she didn't look kindly onto mortals, she couldn't help but pity you as she thinks about what Gods could have been cruel enough to have given you the misfortune of catching Loki's eye.

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Loki pours the pink liquid into one chalice in his room, his face uncharacteristically stoic and his mind too deep into thought. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed, angry, or upset by the predicament he was in.

Embarrassed because he was doing all of this for a mortal whose beauty was somewhat abnormal by mortals standards but still below a God's, angry because this all could have been avoided if he had acted faster and hadn't pushed you away, and upset because...well...because he remembered Aphrodite's words.

"Her love for you will be false."

At the time, he was so convinced that as long as he had her love that he would be happy, false or not, but now as he had this time to himself to really think; would he really be happy if your love for him was false? Could he accept the fact that whatever relationship you built with him, would just be all because of a single potion?

Then he thinks about the events that lead up to this, about why he HAD to do this. About how this was your fault.

From the very start of Ragnarok you had caught his eye. A great warrior originating from (your country), you were known as cunning, sly, and unpredictable. You fought with brute strength and unbeatable strategy on the battlefields, while most Gods detested against the wars humans had (except for war gods obviously), Loki liked seeing your fights. He wouldn't say that he "adored" you, you were still a mortal after all, but you lived fast and as a result, died young. In fact, he forgot about you for a long while after you had died and didn't really mourn you like your battalion of soldiers had done but then the start of Ragnarok began.

Seeing your name on the roster kinda made him go, "Huh, okay." but seeing you in person was a different experience entirely. After the battle of Jack the Ripper, Brunhilde still needed time to find a champion to go against Shiva and while you volunteered for the challenge, you went against a different God.

And won. Giving humanity it's 3rd win and 1 step away from the God's. Yet, Loki didn't feel the same rage he felt towards you like he had with the previous two champions, because he was too amazed at the fight. The trickery, the smoke and mirrors, unlike Jack who was gambling his life: you made it appear effortless as you toyed with the God. Tearing up not only their mind but their body for the arena to see before you landed the killing strike. Maybe you hid your fear well or maybe you had none at all, and that's what made him like watching you again even more. Except this time, it had surpassed more than a simple like.

"I don't think you're supposed to be here.~" You sang, your tone as sadistic as it had been in the battlefield. Loki revealed himself floating in the air per usual, his legs crossed and his back hunched over as he smiled down at you with his chin in his hands. You raise an eyebrow at him as your small smirk widened, "Looking for a fight, God?"

"Oooh, how confident. I'm not sure if that intruiges me or pisses me off!" He chuckles. You shrug at his response, "As long as you and your friends know that I'm gonna make sure Humanity survives against your wishes, that's all I really care about."

"Big talk from someone who died young." He shoots back teasingly.

"Died young and was a high commanding general who was a queen on countless battlefields with many suitors. All of which weren't able to beat me in battle at my true strength." You reminded, not so gently. Loki tilts his head at your words, "Huh, odd way to mention you're single."

"Odd way of saying you're interested."

He started sneaking into the human part of the arena more, to talk to you, and to continue your little conversations which were more or less passive aggressive insults towards one another. He had learned a few specifics from your life back when you were alive: About your childhood and some struggles you had to overcome, how you had to fight hard for your spot in your military in order to became the renowned warrior you were, and how many suitors tried and died trying to fight you for your hand. No one could beat you when you used your full strength...well, no mortal could beat you.

"So tell me, little mortal, if I were to fight you and beat you for your hand...does that mean you'd marry me?" He asked, mostly out of genuine curiosity and to see if he could fluster you. He did not by the way you side eyed him with that same confident grin, "Maybe. Why? You want me to be yours, puny god?"

Only you could get away with calling him that.

Only you could make his heart skip a beat when you asked if he wanted you as his.

But he had ignored it, his arrogance making him shrug it off and telling him that he could never have a mortal as his lover, not when you and your kind were so beneath him. Which he told you, straight to your face, and you only laughed it off before returning to your quarters.

If he hadn't been so blinded from his ego, maybe he wouldn't feel like a fool, having to resort to methods found in fairytales to claim you. The least he could have done was fought you then and there and win, so even if he didn't want your heart in the moment, he could have it later when he realized that he truly did want you. But no, Loki had rejected the idea entirely believing it foolish to take a human lover.

In fact, he found it so foolish that it kept him awake that night. Thinking about what it'd be like if he challenged you to a fight and won your hand, the idea of having you submit yourself to him gave him a thrill, and whether he'd spare you from the shared fate of humanity after the Gods had won (for there was no doubt in his mind they would).

These thoughts took so much of his time that it started to frustrate him, he shouldn't be letting a human take over so much of his mind, especially when he knew that there fate- though they put up a good fight- was sealed with doom. So he started to avoid you and give you the cold shoulder, which was entertaining for a while to him.

The look of hurt you gave when he stared at you with indifferent eyes, the longing way you'd gave at him like a lost puppy waiting for for its master to return home only for you to try and keep up your tough facade. Everything like that brought joy to Loki because he felt like he was getting even with you for invading his thoughts all day, knowing you were thinking of him as much as he was thinking of you.

You even chased him around, asking him why he was avoiding you and even asking: "What? You think you're too good for me now?"

Until he came.

To which he responded with: "I don't think I am. I know I am. And I always have been."

You then started to distance yourself from him. Though he assumed you just wanted him to chase you, and he would, but not now. After all, no God or human sought to court you so Loki wasn't really worried.

Buddha's betrayal was a shock to many, but overall, a huge win for humanity. Loki wished he had killed Buddha when he had the chance, not just because this means the God's chances of winning were jeopardized but because he had noticed that you and him seemed to be getting along. He told himself that it didn't bother him, not in the slightest yet he could not stop looking your way when he heard you laugh with Buddha and how something about you seemed different with him. Only him. You were only that way with Buddha.

You weren't like that with Loki.

You also seemed a bit more...relaxed? Calm? Almost as if hanging around the Buddha gave you a sense of peace, not even just when he was talking to you but when you were around him with general. Hell, you'd even sneak glances at him when you knew the God wasn't looking. Your eyes no longer cocky or hardened, but softened and tender. You were looking at him with an emotion that Loki couldn't describe but he knew you had never looked at him in that way when he talked with you.

He wasn't able to tell exactly what it was until the one day he decided to sneak into the area where your kind's miserable little champions resided. He had gone to look for you and while he did find you, he did not like what he found at all in the slightest.

You were breathing heavily, using your weapon to help your balance as you knelt down on one knee. You were tired out but you had a smile on your face as you stared at the God before you, his eyes staring down at you through his rose colored shades and a victorious expression on his face, but it wasn't one of arrogance or possession, but one of love. An expression that conveyed pride in not just the result of the fight but the way you fought him as well, as if he was silently praising you for it.

"So, I guess this means we'll be together. If you like the results of this battle, of course." He hums, holding out his hand to help you up. You take it with a serene smile.

Not a cocky smirk. Not a teasing grin. A smile. A genuine smile.

"What's not to like?" You respond, allowing the taller God to pull you into his chest and laughing when he brings a kiss to your forehead.

No...

No!

NO!

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO-

YOU WERE LOKI'S TO CLAIM. YES, HE MAY HAVE MADE YOU THINK OTHERWISE, BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIM. NOT BUDDHA, NOT ANY OTHER MAN, WOMAN, OR GOD- H I M.

But it wasn't him. Loki realizes that when he hears a small crack and looks at the potion he forced Aphrodite to make him, and he sees his pink reflection looking back at him. His expression was bitter at the recall of events that cost him to lose you. It was not him that challenged you to a fight first, it was not him that got to beat you, and it was not him that got to have you in his arms. Then he hears his door knock and he smiles, twisted and obsessive, as he hears your voice from the otherside.

Hiding the love potion and steadying your chalice to make sure nothing looked too out of the ordinary, he went to the door when he confirmed that this would go smoothly.

So what if he didn't fight you and win like you wanted too? He wanted you and he will have you. That is all that mattered to him.

He invites you in with a warm smile, you're hesitant to enter his room and tell him you wish for him too keep his apology short because you had somewhere to be- with someone waiting on you, he reminds himself indignantly- and he assures you all he wished was to make amends and have a toast. After all, he considered you a friend (which was funny because he failed to treat you like one) and was happy for you finally discovering that your love was not a man, but a God. You declined the drink at first, which worried him at first, but with his powers of persuasion-which is really just another way of saying he annoyed you into having one sip-you brought the cup to your lips.

His eyes watched you like a hawk as you drank the liquid and when you had finished with your small sip, you smacked your lips, not having ever tasted anything like it before. Loki wasn't sure when the potion was to take effect but he panicked when two minutes had gone by and you awkwardly excuses yourself to leave.

"Aw, c'mon! Just stay a little longer!" He urged, using his typical childish voice. You respond coldly, "Loki, I no longer have time for your games, I must...-"

Then you stopped in the middle of your sentence suddenly, your once stiff posture relaxing and you shook your head as if shaking off a bad hit to the noggin. Loki could not fight the hopeful smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

"(Y/n)? Didn't you have anywhere to be?" He asked, testing the waters.

You turn around, a dreamish look in your eyes. It may not be the same look that you gave Buddha, a poor copy of it, but it was directed and focused at Loki which was all he cared about.

"Why would I want to be anywhere else when I could be with you?" You sigh, running to him and grabbing both sides of his face to bring your lips to his.

He smiles into the kiss as his arms around your waist and deepens it. Perhaps if he had let down his pride for once, you would be kissing him out of your own volition, but he wasn't exactly upset as he thought he'd be.

It's a good thing he was more selfish than emotional, otherwise he might have felt guilty instead and that certainly would've ruined the moment as you pull away from the kiss and look at him again, his image reflecting in your eyes like those of a doll's glass eyes.

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