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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello author its me the on who requested the Love after death in both part and the others... I finally have courage to reveal muself and no longer anonymous.

First of all before i request another one (sorry for being greedy) i wanted to thank you for responding to my requests especially the angsty ones, you never failed me to give a comfort and motivation, i cannot thank you enough for that.

And now for my request if you remember my other request about ei reader x ror characters that you can't write due to being unfamiliar to the character?

I will ask you instead to write a ror x demi godess freader. She commonly use a weapon like lu bu when fighting but once her weapon breaks or she found a very strong opponent she use her katana. She summon it like in the gif in below.

Now the fun part is how would the ror charcters react? Would they ended up having a nosebleeds, ended up shy or tease them?

Gods

Thor

Poseidon

Shiva

Rudra

Budhha

Zero

Beelzebub

Loki

Ares

Hermes

Aphrodite

Humans

Kojiro

Adam (platonic)

Hercules

Jack

Lu bu and chen gong

Raiden

Qin shu huang

You can choose who to write because i know there is a lot of them😅😅😅😅

Ahh~ my sweet love, your angsty requests have been so much fun to write! I don’t mind you asking for another, you’re not being greedy, I’m just happy that you are patient while I write all these requests plus my own original works.

I do have one question however….

Why in the world does she have a sword between her titties?! I actually looked this up and watched the scene where she does this, and I’m just flabbergasted that she had it there!

-As a demi-goddess, you had the choice of fighting for either side, as both Zeus and Brunnhilde had approached you to fight, both knowing your skills as a fighter.

-You were initially going to refuse both of them, but after Zeus tried to command you, while Brunnhilde asked you, you chose to fight for humanity, not liking being commanded to do anything, something Zeus regrets as he lost a good fighter because he was so pushy with you!!

-Your opponent was strong, which excited you, as that meant you didn’t have to hold back!

-You swung your halberd with ease, and your opponent, Kand, a minor earth god, managed to snap the blade clean off, breaking your halberd.

-The other fighters and the audience in attendance called out in worry for you, as they didn’t want to lose someone like you, beautiful, powerful, and smart, you really were the whole package.

-Kand laughed at you, pointing a finger at you while he held his belly, “Can you still fight me Y/N?! Now that I’ve broken your only weapon!!”

-You glared and brought your hands up to your chest, “Who said that was my only weapon?”

-What could only be described as a black hole, opened at the top of your chest, on your cleavage, as you tilted your head back.

-A sword began to emerge from the black hole, glowing brightly as your hand lifted to the handle.

-Your eyes snapped open, glowing with power as you pulled out a beautiful katana from the magic black hole between your breasts, clutching it as the light faded.

-Kand was gawking, pointing rudely as his eyes were wide, “Where the heck did that come from?!”

-You charged at him, fast enough that it looked like you disappeared, before reappearing behind him as he fell, his head rolling off his shoulders.

-You pouted lightly, “It’s rude to ask a lady questions like that.”

-The crowds went wild, roaring loudly.

-Thor- Was stunned on how quickly the match ended, able to see that your katana was your true weapon, you were good with the halberd, but there was something natural about you holding a sword. He blinked once or twice, confused on how you were hiding that sword.

-Poseidon- Eyes widened only just slightly before relaxing as he watched you pull your sword out, before his amusement grew with how easily you took care of that weaker, cocky god. It made him curious about how strong you actually were.

-Shiva- Immediately turned to his wives, who were cheering for you, “Can you really hide stuff in your chest like that?” they just giggled, like they had a secret as Parvati spoke, “That’s a woman only secret~” but all three were impressed with your skills.

-Rudra- Eyes went wide when your halberd broke, but when the sword started to emerge from your chest, his jaw dropped, mouth hanging open before you pulled that out, completely stunned on where you got that sword!

-Buddha- Smirked, moving his lollipop to the other side of his mouth, finding it alluring and could instantly tell that your sword was your true weapon as you ended the fight so quickly after pulling it out. Then had to ruffle Zerofuku’s hair after the boy asked him if he had anything like that between his chest.

-Zerofuku- Was confused as to why you had a sword between your chest. He looked up at Buddha who had a big chest, wondering if he had anything between his own which got his hair ruffled by the taller god.

-Beelzebub- Was more intrigued with the magic that appeared there first, curious as to what it was. Froze, eyes wide when he saw you pulling the sword from your body, unable to look away.

-Loki- Looking disrespectfully, gawking with his tongue lolled out, full blush on his face as he could only gawk in awe. He wanted to get a closer look~

-Zeus- Cheering loudly, leading the charge of the cheers of the arena. He had never seen anything like it and he was so excited!!

-Ares- His whole head was bright red, staring shamelessly, blood dripping from his nose as he couldn’t believe what he just watched, gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

-Hermes- Amused by Ares’ reaction just a bit more, but was stunned with the magic that you used and even more so when he saw how big the actual sword was.

-Aphrodite- Giggled softly, hiding her mouth behind her hand, amused to see the reactions of others, but as a large chested woman herself, she knew well that any woman could hide things between or under her boobs, like knives~

-Hercules- Lifted a hand to his face to hide his blush, embarrassed to stare at you in such a way, but couldn’t take his eyes off of you, especially when you handled your opponent so easily.

-Kojiro- His face was bright red, watching you pull that from your chest, but he immediately focused on your form, his eyes widening as he saw you move, being one of a handful that was able to keep up with your moves.

-Jack- Was staring before he started, his cheeks warming as he turned, being a gentleman, not wanting to gawk at a young lady such as yourself in such a way. Was impressed with your skills with the sword however.

-Lu Bu- Could sense the power radiating from you, a feral grin appearing on his lips, wanting to fight you himself. However, he was one of the few that wasn’t bothered where you had your sword stashed.

-Chen Gong- Unlike his lord, as soon as you pulled that sword out he flew back, blood spurting from his nose, twitching on the ground. He didn’t even see the end of the fight.

-Raiden- A bright grin on his face as he watched you pull your weapon out, delight on his face as he found it attractive, “What a woman!” cheered loudly with the rest of the crowd.

-Qin Shi Huang- A bright smile on his face as he watched the scene, amazed by the magic that had appeared, wanting to know more about it, but very pleased watching the show.

-Adam- The time from when you pulled your sword out to being announced the winner was only about five seconds, but he was instantly glaring, exerting his pressure to those around him as he glared at them, ready to throw hands and lay waste to those who would say anything impure about his precious daughter!!

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praisethesuuun · 4 months

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hello! Love your writing style 💘 can you write another 'him as a simp' headcanons for rudra, indra and thor?

Hell yeah! Here we go, hope you like it🌻💛

RoR characters headcanons: him as a simp! pt.3

Rudra

🌪This Storm God has a very sweet way of showing you how much he is in love with you. He's the type to leave little gifts here and there: you like flowers? You will have one next to you every morning when you wake up; you like sweets? No problem, you'll have those too.

🌪Rudra wouldn't mind putting on some background music to dance with you in a silent night, lulled by the light of the moon and the song of the cicadas. His hands rest on your curves gently, as he caresses you between steps and turns, analyzing your every movement with dreamy eyes.

🌪Expect to find at least one arm around your shoulders whenever you two are standing close. Rudra need to feel you near. Period. He must know that you are by his side and he must remind all other deities who do you belong to! He doesn't trust other gods or goddesses...protective mode: on.

🌪DANCING IN THE RAIN. There's nothing better than having fun in the rain while Rudra does his job; it always ends like this when he takes you with him. Even if you end up with a cold afterward, the God will take care of you, don't worry.

Indra

⚡️The most intimate thing Indra can do is let you sleep with him. When he rests, his guard is completely down and doing it in your presence is his greatest act of love. He is not a deity with many worries, he lives his life in relaxation and tranquility...and he wants to share those feelings with you.

⚡️The massages. Expect to find Indra gently massaging you to relax you: he comes from behind, stealthily and without being heard, and then hugs you from behind and cuddles you like never before; first Indra massages your shoulders, then your back, your hips...

⚡️And of course, small bites here and there couldn't be missed. The God of Thunder loves to nibble on your fingers, they are too irresistible for him! He takes your wrist to caress it, then slowly opens your hand and...nom!

⚡️But the greatest thing Indra can offer you is his power. When you are with him, the power he possesses is yours too, just ask and he will obey: if you're human, you'll be divinity; if you're a diety, he'll make you a ruler among the other gods.

Thor

🔴Having Thor simping for you is the equivalent of having a guardian angel. He will always protect you, in any situation, you will have the perennial support of the silent giant: don't hesitate to ask him for help...Thor will always answer your prayers.

🔴You're the only one he lets touch his hammer (don't think dirty-), especially when you trace all the thunder-shaped incisions with your little fingers. He loves the way your eyes shine when you do that!

🔴Thor trusts you enough to trust you with his garden when he can't take care of it, you're the only one who can and he gets jealous if someone else jokes about keeping you company. Especially Loki, it is no coincidence that the red-haired God tries to keep him away from you at all costs.

🔴If there's one thing Thor loves, it's cuddling you in his arms during a thunderstorm. He feels your head on his chest and it gives him a unique sense of protection in the world, something he has never felt; the God adores you so much that he can't help but hold you tight, constantly asking you if he's hurting you. What a cutie...

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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thanks for yor briar scenario they were 💯! can you do the same request with rudra, poseidon and indra?

A/N: YES! I LOVE MY HINDU BOYS!! Okay, part one to this request is listed below!! Anyways, enjoy~~

Part 1

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⛈️ He has never really met any human fighters, as he mainly stood off the the side with the rest of his pantheon

⛈️ But when he heard the call of Belobog and Chernabog, he, and the rest of his pantheon, shrank into themselves

⛈️ The duo were known for being very brutal and ruthless, though Belobog was more calm and collected than Chernabog

⛈️ When he saw you stroll out, he looked at how you hugged a small child with pink hair before leaving her with Brunhilde to fight

⛈️ Rudra smiled as you walked up and held out your weapon to the twins

⛈️ And watching you kick their asses? Woo!

⛈️ Honestly, when he first saw you, you were really only a pretty face, but after this? You were way more; Strong, pretty, and even kind!

⛈️ Seeing how you held both of their hands as they were sent to Nifelheim made him smile lightly

⛈️ He must speak to you sometime soon

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🔱 No. Absolutely not.

🔱 He knew the Gods were superior, and watching you just stare at the Slavic Gods with no real care made him glare at you

🔱 How dare you disrespect the Gods, they were superior to you!

🔱 Watching you fight made his eyes widen slightly, you were so flexible to the situations and could take so much more than he initially thought

🔱 And you were so pretty while doing it…

🔱 Wait no! Ignore that, he must be getting sick, life under the ocean and all

🔱 But he couldn’t deny it for so long

🔱 Once the battle ended and he saw a little girl run out to you and hug you with such care and love, it made him flush slightly

🔱 Strong, kind, amazing… perfection

🔱 Now he needed to find you, and convince you to join the Gods’ side, thankfully, he had a way with words…

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🌊 He never really was paying attention to the battles, unless they got interesting, like in the second round when Poseidon died, or when Shiva fought

🌊 But when the words ‘Thorn Princess’ came out of Heimdall’s horn, he froze

🌊 Indra had heard about you from Nishumbha a few times, a well-trained assassin with no mercy to give those you were assigned

🌊 What he really didn’t expect was for you to come out, laying your daughter in the arms of Buddha’s while you strolled out to fight the Slavic Gods Belobog and Chernabog

🌊 You smirked as the Gods yelled at you for your incompetence, how could a puny human, nonetheless, a human woman, beat them

🌊 That sealed their fate

🌊 Indra watched as you sliced and diced the twins, and he couldn’t lie, he was quite impressed

🌊 After you healed, he would have to speak to you, it’s not everyday such powerful deities are killed by a human

🌊 But for now, he’d sit back and smoke his cigarette as Ragnarok continued

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telvess · 7 months

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Headcanons for all the characters including Jack since it’s based on Hamlet watching The lion king with the reader. (the original animated movie not the live action remake.)

Record Of Ragnarok Characters x Reader watching together The Lion King (headcanons) 🔞

You know, I haven’t watched The Lion King in… well I watched it once when I was kid and that’s it. Mulan, Hercules and Tarzan were my movies. Anyway I ended up watching The Lion King again to refresh my memory.

Qin

A what? Are you involved? Then Qin would agree to do anything.

He’s like a big kid - chill and carefree, even more than usually. Both of you goof around, Mr. Emperor tries to sing without knowing words, popcorn flies around, you pause a movie in stupid moments to make him laugh etc.

You get a stomachache from laughing too much and Qin obviously has to get infected.

Just two morons have time of their afterlife.

The only moment when there is silence is when Simba loses his father. That scene just hits too close to home and remains Qin about Chun Yan. However he doesn’t let it bother him too much.

HAKUNA MATATA

You both loudly encourage lions to battle.

At the end he asks what other movies you like.

Jack

Because he isn’t familiar with the concept of love and how to express it, spending time with you is probably Jack’s way to show his affection. If you ask him to watch an animated movie together, he’d politely agree, even if it’s not his thing.

Expect tea. And cheddar apple pie.

Jack sees Simba’s journey as a lovely and naive story. Deep inside he does compare himself to that lion cub and wonders what kind of person he would've become if he had only received help from strangers. On top of that Jack actually killed his parents, so it’s odd to him to see how much Simba struggles with remorse over Mufasa’s death which wasn’t his fault.

Truth to be told Jack might mentions some quotes from Shakespeare IF you point out similarities between the movie and Hamlet. These resemblances aren’t very visible. But it may be enough to start an interesting conversation.

The ending of the story may seems a bit bitter to Jack. Whoever was meant to be good, stayed good, and whoever was meant to be bad - stayed bad. Kinda depressing outcome for a man who’s trying to change himself, right? You’d have to talk about it and remind that it’s just a simplification made for children.

Now it’s time for a cuddle session.

Loki

Do you really want to do this to yourself? You’re very naive if you expect to have a fun with this guy while watching this kind of movie.

At first it’s just boring to him, but after awhile he amuses himself by coming up with new ways to destroy the show. He makes a loud comment every time the opportunity arises. For example, there is a scene where Zaku tells young Simba and Nala that they’d be married one day, to which Simba replies: No way! She’s my friend! You can hear a loud snort on the side, followed by She’s your SISTER, dumbass!

Loud chewing.

Hey, y/n, do you know that once Simba becomes the king, he will have kids with every lioness? Even his mom?

Do they have to sing all the time?

DON’T YOU DARE mention that you can see a similarity between him and hyenas or forget about chips, popcorn, whatever you two are eating.

Phew! It’s finally over. Wanna do something funny, y/n?

Adamas

Childish entertainment but once he sees that your eyes get wet with tears, he quickly agrees.

A cheerful start bores him but except tactless way of sitting, he doesn’t do anything to ruin your fun.

Even if Mufasa’s death was expected, it still hits hard Adamas. Basically catches him off guard. It remains him about his last meeting with Poseidon: his brother’s pure contempt towards him, that dead, indifferent expression of his face when he pierced Adamas with his trident, then cold surrounding body and Poseidon’s back as he walked away. But while the movie continues, a new digression haunts Adamas. He plays that scene again in his head and it hits him harder, because he realizes that he almost became Scar to Zeus.

So now he sits stiffly on his ass with a very depressed expression. One look at him is enough for you to know that you have to pause the movie and talk to a guy. At first he rejects your attempts, but very quickly ends up letting you hug him tight. Still plays a tough idiot tho…

Beelzebub

Most of the time he just sits next to you with lifeless expression.

Hakuna matata his ass.

Beelzebub secretly enjoys when you sing, but it’s really hard to catch him with a smile on his face. If you manage to do so, he reluctantly admits it. Good luck with convincing him to join you.

He doesn’t have any deeper thoughts about the movie.

If you mention that Timon and Pumba remain you Samael and Azazel, Beelzebub would just give you a dull look. After awhile he starts to notice that too and has mixed feelings about it.

Hrist

She finds this idea very sweet. It’s relaxing and enjoyable.

When Scar kills Mufasa: RAGE MODE ACTIVATION!

Since then you sit with angry Hrist who really does not like phrase hakuna matata. She starts to hate Simba for being so thoughtless.

Screams SHUT UP every time they start singing.

When Simba lets Scar leave, Hrist in heat of the moment chokes you and loudly screams how dumb he is. You wonder if it can get worse and the answer comes very quickly - Simba fights Scar on the TV screen and you fight for every breath on a couch.

Hermes

Hermes approaches the movie from a different angle: he focuses more on a soundtrack. The movie itself is simple story with moral, standard for humans’ approval.

You both consider an improvement of some songs and probably start doing it in the middle of a movie. Sorry, Simba.

Ares

Ares doesn’t care much about Mufasa’s death - it's necessary plot twist to move on with thread… but the ending kinda touches him. It's very climatic in his opinion.

He is NOT crying, okay?

Well you are. Or you pretend very convincingly so he doesn’t have to play tough boy. He has no idea…

Hades

Because he is a gentleman, your wish would be granted.

It’s animated movie but Hades drinks wine. No cola, no popcorn or other snacks. Please, have some dignity.

Hades has weird uncomfortable feeling in his chest when Scar kills his own brother. Scene just awakes something he doesn’t like to mention: conflict between Poseidon, Adamas and Zeus. Hades never could bring himself to blame any of them for how things turned out, so now he doesn’t try to look too deep into Musafa’s murder.

Afterwards he would share his honest opinion with you, almost like professional critic.

Poseidon

No expression throughout the entire movie.

Scar is pathetic.

Mufasa is pathetic.

Simba is pathetic.

Timon and Pumba aren’t even worth mentioning.

That movie proves that humans are lower forms of life.

At least you have chance to hug Poseidon. If he spends time with you, it means he demands it.

After a movie: Y/n, such entertainment is unworthy of the gods.

Leonidas

Books are better than movies. But fine, if you insist, the King of Sparta would spare some time.

The best comforter: Why are you crying? It’s fiction! It’s not even human! By the way - that lion could kill you with a single paw swing. These mfs are huge! Better him than you, hon!

He smokes so much that you have trouble seeing the TV screen.

Stop couching, hon! I can’t hear what they’re sayin’!

The moment Pumba approach, Leonidas starts talking about his love for venison.

You need truly heroic self-denial to not kick him out. The only option to get him to shut up is to kiss him. He doesn’t get why the kiss is angry but he likes it that way.

You two probably miss the ending. Leonidas thinks Simba isn’t worthy of being king anyway.

Apollo

Ah, y/n, aren’t you adorable for loving such innocent enjoyment? Of course he agrees!

You have to feed him snacks.

He sings along with the characters and makes the movie much better. You end up watching him showing off instead of the movie. Your dirty side may bait off a bit more mature show.

He knows exactly what you're doing and doesn't mind at all.

Later you might catch him humming songs from the movie.

Hello, dear. May I be your king tonight?

Rudra

Simba’s and Nala’s childhood brings nostalgia. Rudra spent his entire youth with Shiva and they were both free spirits. Watching these lion cubs brings back many funny memories.

Rudra’s favourite moment is Simba’s reunion with Nala. He gets mad if he notices you smirking.

Parvati, Kali, Durga and Shiva

You decide it’s time for girls’ night out.

None of you is focus on the movie, it’s just an addition. You mostly talk and laugh. Very loud that it may attracts Shiva.

He just sits down between you with Whatcha doin’? then proceeds to eats all the popcorn and other snacks like vacuum cleaner.

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nicasdreamer · 8 months

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An average day in Svarga

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror shiva #ror rudra #ror brahma #ror vishnu #ror varuna #ror indra

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riseofamoonycake · 11 months

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May we ask for a lactation part 2 with, maybe Buddha, shiva or Rudra? Or whoever you prefer? 🫣🫣

And the second part of the lactation kink is here!!! Here is the first part.

I enjoyed the writing a lot, so thank you!

Guest gods (and humans!): Buddha, Rudra, Shiva, Loki, Marie Curie, Alfred Nobel, Isaac Newton

Warnings: mention of sex, kink (lactation kink), dirty talking, nudity, abuses (not from the Ror characters or the reader!)

Notes: the reader is female or AFAB

🍭Buddha

The perfume that invades the kitchen is the best start to the day that anyone could wish for. Cinnamon, vanilla and a slight hint of jasmine, coming from the vase of flowers on the table behind you, pleasantly intertwine in the air and soak your hair, together with the flour that dyes the ends of it. Even your face is covered in white powder, because when you cook you don’t set yourself any limits; and it is always worth it, even when the room looks like a battlefield complete with dead milk cartons and leftover dough scattered around as a warning. The oven works at full capacity, swallowing and giving biscuits and cakes, and the tune you hum keeps it company in the absolute peace of the early morning; at least until, during the preparation of another sweet, a shadow crosses the door and begins to slip through the chaos that reigns supreme, approaching your figure without making any noise.

It is too late to escape him: when his hands tighten around your waist and the mouth kisses your earlobe, you are already his. «Buddha!», you scream, jumping in surprise and grabbing his fingers with yours, smearing them with flour, «but why do you always have to come up behind me?»

As a first response he explodes in a silvery laugh, then rubs his chin against your head and closes his eyes, basking in the heat that rises from you. «You’re always with your head in the clouds, I have to take advantage of it! Try to understand me!»

«As always, you want to be right… and no, no! It’s not the time, go away!» Suddenly frowning, you lightly slap the god’s hands already outstretched to slip into the bowl of dough and then you grab this and lift it, trying to bring it as far as possible from Buddha’s reach.

In response, he huffs and makes an exasperated noise, then pulls away from you and puts his hands on his hips. His height and strength would allow him to get right over you and get what he wants in a second, and yet he doesn’t. Something doesn’t add up… «What an injustice! At least let me taste if it’s good!»

«It is, it is, don’t underestimate my talents! And look over your shoulder, you have an army of sweets waiting for you, why do you have to pester me?»

«But they’re still hot! They would burn my hands!»

You roll your eyes in exasperation and turn away from him, leaning over the bowl to protect it from further attacks. «Make sure you don’t play tricks…», you warn him, «or… Buddha.»

Again, his hands pass by your hips; this time, however, instead of looking for the dough, they land on your belly, massage it gently and then go up following the curve of your breasts, swollen with milk. Here his fingers stop and, without you being able to do anything about it, they begin to squeeze and press, prompting you to arch your back and lean against his chest, a moan already in your throat. Buddha seems to forget all about the sweet you are making, turns you and lifts you up to sit on the table, shifting bowls and molds with his elbows and grabbing you under your knees to spread your legs, then slipping between them as his gaze seeks yours and a lascivious grin rises across his face; you, on the other hand, are quick to get rid of your apron and chase his fingers, competing to see who is the first to unbutton your shirt and bare your chest.

«Here’s what you’re really hungry for…», you murmur between smiles as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting Buddha pull you closer to him and to his intimacy already erect and pulsating through the clothes’ fabric, take your wrists to keep you still and in the meantime start kissing both your breasts, lingering on the nipple and the areola, lightly stimulating them with the fangs and sucking, filling himself with milk so much that some of it drips from the corners of the mouth.

Between shivering, spasms of pleasure and long sighs, something tells you that you will have to wait a long time before you can finish your work, but who knows why, you won’t be so sorry.

🌪️🐅Rudra + Shiva

Though centuries have passed since it first felt that touch, your skin can’t help but become clay, soft matter, under Rudra’s gentle hands. It longs for the rough fingers full of stories and wanderings, drinks all the heat and rubs against a body capable of giving the most intense pleasure as much as the protection it most seeks, trusts and abandons itself completely. Nothing bad will ever come to you from the God of Storms, on the contrary: the little sleeping creature that he is now holding in his arms, without letting even one of them free, is yet another proof that only joy and good can come from him, that you are at safe and loved; and you can’t help but smile as you look before you, at your son resting against his father’s chest, your eyes moving continuously from the little one’s face to Rudra’s rapt and moved expression, as happy as you are ― and perhaps even more ― for the sweet gift of your belly.

«Sooner or later he’ll let me cradle the baby, huh.»

Shiva’s voice enters your mind like a light breath, so you turn towards the God of Destruction placidly and comfortably lying on the cushions placed a short distance from you and Rudra, his gaze fixed on the child and the expression slightly frowning; your smile turns into a grin, you rarely miss a chance to tease him about anything. «Are we jealous, Lord Shiva?», you sing him softly, lifting yourself on your elbows and emerging from the blankets you are lying on, reaching out to stroke the newborn’s head and cheeks, «You don’t want to take him away from us, do you?»

«Don’t worry, Y/N, he just has to try», Rudra replies without even moving his gaze, starting to gently cradle the baby and continuously kissing his forehead.

«He’s already jealous…», Shiva sighs, turning on his side and supporting the head with one hand, while crossing the others on the chest and placing one on the hip, «when Ganesha was born I was not so tyrannical, and I’m not even now!»

«Yes, we all stole him from you!», you reply in a honeyed voice, «it was so nice to hear you protest because we never let you have him.«»

«Here, so now I should do the same thing!»

You shake your head and don’t stop smiling, then you reach out more towards Rudra and put your nose into your baby’s chest, rubbing it slowly; without ceasing to sleep, he reaches out a little hand towards your face and softly touches it, and you close your eyes, your heart completely conquered. A sudden humidity invades your chest and slowly descends towards your belly in small shivers, you know what it is; and when you withdraw and lean back on the blankets, you stare without alarm at the wet bodice of your dress, with the two patches on your breasts becoming larger and larger. You are not embarrassed by the presence of Shiva: more than once he has seen you breastfeeding the puppies and orphans who have come to you to be fed, and as a mother goddess you are, you have never been ashamed of such a natural and sweet act, even if done in front of people who are not your husband. Now that you have a baby of your own, it is normal for your breasts to ooze milk all the time, at the mere sight of him; so everything is as it should be. «Now I will feed him», you murmur softly to Rudra, looking up at his face, «then you can cuddle him aga― are you listening to me?»

No, he is not doing it: because the god’s gaze is fixed on your now damp corset, his pupils enlarged and the breath cut off; next to you, Shiva also breathes more silently, but you can feel the heat of his skin increase and he slowly approaches, to better observe what is happening. Great, you think as a subtle and involuntary blush crims your cheeks, just in a moment like this you had to excite both of them; and now?

Now Rudra takes care of it, who moves and reaches Shiva; he stretches out all four arms, takes your son and hugs him as if he were worth his life, grinning triumphantly as the God of Storms turns full on you, towering over you with his full height as he approaches and stares at you with the most excited expression you have ever seen on him. «Shiva, please take care of our son and leave us alone. And for a long time», he murmurs; and at those words your blush becomes deep, violent and intense, and in an instinctive movement you rub your thighs against each other, knowing full well what is to come.

«Well, what can I say… have fun! And try not to dry her, remember that your child needs milk too… and me too.» The God of Destruction flees before Rudra can reply by a syllable, but he doesn’t even look at him: his attention is all on you, on your wide and waiting eyes, your rapid breathing and your body that is already quivering and shaking as soon as the god kneels in front of you and reaches out towards your face, stroking your cheek gently with a hand while the others are already tight around your clothes and are slowly lowering them, uncovering you. «Abandon yourself to me», your husband murmurs in your ear, while his fingers caress your hips and run from your chest to your belly, prompting you to lie down completely on the blankets and let him climb on you, then wedge him between your legs one once he has slipped into it, «relax and leave everything to me.»

You can do nothing but obey, because that is what you want; you close your eyes and throw your head back, wrap your arms around Rudra and dig your nails into his shoulders, and sigh loudly. «Go on then, your queen is waiting.»

You don’t need to see to know that he smiled, then grinned slightly: the pressure on your hips increases and his mouth imprisons your breasts in a thrilling dance, and you become his.

Completely his.

🐍Loki

Only the wind and the early sun play with your hair: you feel it even now, still immersed in dreams, at the foot of the oak that watches over the whole forest. Only someone quite crazy and desperate like you could choose to spend the night here, in the heart of a place that everyone knows is sacred to the gods; but if it is them you need to fear, and not men, then you are ready to face the terror reserved only for blasphemers. Humans have scared you enough.

The nature around you is wild, but it loves you: the thousand eyes of the birches watch your every breath, the way your belly rises and falls as you dream of running along beaches as black as melted obsidian, the smile that folds his arms before images of such freedom; yet, rather than waiting for the moment of your awakening to condemn you, they seem to watch over you. Wildflowers and mushrooms of all kinds grow all around you, the river nearby flows intense and vibrant; the light, on the other hand, now struggles to penetrate, it almost seems that the trees are thickening their foliage to deny it access and protect the darkness of the place.

On the other hand, the sun shines brightly on your dream journey: those you see are memories, eternal middays and very long afternoons, expanses of low vegetation, mountains that pierced the sky, and your joy as a child. It is not easy to be born free and have everything without possessing anything, and grow up to find yourself surrounded by golden and silver, yet be deprived of love, warmth and care, captive and despised. This is why the forest has welcomed you: however dangerous the badgers are on your way, hungry the beasts that are smelling your scent and are gathering to reach you, red the berries that would kill you in not even an instant, you are not afraid of them.

Suddenly, however, it is the forest that trembles for you: someone has just entered it, definitively driving away the sun and bringing a thinner darkness with them, converging the eyes of the birches towards their figure as they follow your path step by step. The beasts give up approaching, flee to look for other prey: someone bigger than them has preceded them and is following your tracks, even if they wouldn’t need to, they already know where you are. It is the amusement he anticipates and the curiosity that move his feet, and the threat he is about to bring upon you, that you curl up on the ground as if feeling the approaching storm, but without ceasing to sleep.

«Ah! Found youuuu. Look at this sweet, filthy girl…»

Loki’s grin is terrible as he approaches your body abandoned to sleep and stares at you: it is the only illuminated part of his face, because his gaze is wrapped in the violet shadows of a cruel complacency and the spiteful desire to see your confusion, your panic, upon waking. Did you think you’d escape his attention, favored by midnight, when you entered the forest where only he can enter? And still do you really think you can take refuge forever in your sleep, in your happy visions, now that he towers over you, climbs on you and crouches on your lap, and you can’t escape anywhere? «Big mistake: you could have chosen any place for your outings, but you desired the ruin as a blanket. Wake up, woman, and accept the consequences of your actions.»

There is no sweetness in the tug the god gives your arms nor in the expression with which he devours every flicker on your face; but there is some in the touch with which, in response to the solicitations, your fingers tighten around his wrists and block him in surprise. What are you doing? «Finally, some warmth on my skin…», you murmur with your eyes tightly closed, slightly arching your belly towards him, tilting your head to one side and sighing as you smile, «are you the sun, unknown man?»

Loki widens the eyes and retracts the hands with a jerk, depriving you of his warmth; he jumps back and continues to stare at you, eyes flashing and a dark aura emanating from him, teeth grinding in a menacing snarl. Who are you to act like that, even daring to touch him? How dare you, cursed human? Quickly, fueled by your peaceful expression, his deep irritation begins to turn into pure anger; and when he approaches you again, you really should fear.

For a second time, the Father of Lies stops, shocked and dazed; and his hands fall to the sides as the eyes can only lock onto your chest. Underneath the heavy cloak that covers your arms peeks out the bodice of what looks like a nightgown; and this is wet at the level of the breasts, overwhelmingly visible through the thin cloth made transparent by the liquid that drenches them, with the turgid nipples that press against them and the dark areola that most of all invites kisses and caresses. The sight of them and of the continuous flow of milk, which even runs down your side and escapes the restrictions of the fabric to fall on the grass, upsets him and dries his throat, preventing him both from proceeding with the punishment he wanted to give you and from to leave; his tongue hisses as his violet eyes fill with your pure maternal beauty, with the little tremors that go through you as you finally start to leave sleep and your body prepares to wake up, with your voice humming sweet words, perhaps a lullaby that it is not for you, and neither is it for him.

Loki says nothing as he disappears into the shadows of the badgers, a flash of green and purple signaling where he is hidden, and from there he watches what is happening; hands clenched into fists, eyes narrowed, he glares at you as you rouse yourself, sit up and stretch slightly, then shiver in the morning air and wrap yourself completely in your cloak. What did you do to him? Now only the vision of your innocent figure dances in front of him, while the nostrils are filled with the smell of milk and his fingers wonder if they shouldn’t stop more on your arms, and his hands hold back between yours.

You’ll pay for that too, Loki thinks as he begins to retreat and vanish like a ghost before the fire, interrupting the hunting ― but only momentarily, and you’ll give me all the answers I want. Wait for me, you don’t even imagine what you started, human… nor what will follow.

🔬Marie Curie + Alfred Nobel + Isaac Newton

«Nobel! Go away from there, move! Look out, we’re going to catch fire soon!»

«Strange case, he’s always the one who risks blowing up everything…»

«And you, Newton, what are you doing with those knives? Mon Dieu, as you embarrass me, no one else...»

«CURIE! CURIE, LOOK WHERE YOU’RE PUTTING YOUR HANDS, THE STOVE IS ON!»

Smiling, you look up from another notebook that you are filling with all sorts of notes and the next instant you put your pen near to it; you rub your neck while listening to the three scientists discussing everything as usual, then you shake your head and sigh of resignation, but more of tenderness. When you decided to write a book about three of the Earth’s top scientists and, after finding them, you brought them together in your house to follow them day and night and make your work easier, you didn’t think you’d have so little time for yourself and concentration equal to zero; but neither that there would be a lot of laughs, unforgettable moments, and a million things to learn. You are an excellent writer, serious and prepared, and you are putting all of yourself into following their words as much as possible while they explain experiments and discoveries to you; it is not always easy, but you are learning, and all three of them are always kind, patient and helpful towards you.

And genuinely adorable, and lovable.

Marie Curie is a tornado of enthusiasm: you are enchanted by watching her excited face as she tells you about her life, you stare at her as if in a dream as she whirls around and runs from one side of the room to the other, all taken up with the conversation and from the demonstration of what she has accomplished, and the hours fly by without being able to stop as she sits next to you and helps you to transcribe her work as correctly as possible.

Alfred Nobel instead has one of the most beautiful smiles you will ever see, especially when he looks at his colleagues and tries to appease them like a father, and he never fails to caress you gently with his big warm hands. He is strong, he is huge, yet so delicate and respectful when he bends over your notes and makes sure not to take up space for you, and then explains what can be improved or showers you with praise if everything flows perfectly: he pampers you like no one before, and you can’t help but blush every time, it is stronger than you.

Isaac Newton, on the other hand, loves the outdoors: being hosted in a house with a huge garden allows him to go out at any time and observe the world, and you too, with your ever-present notebook. His quiet and peaceful voice guides you firmly wherever he wants, with him at your side the hand never stops but is always intent on jotting down something, even if they were simple impressions: sometimes his thoughts are difficult to follow, so with him you have the most complex speeches ever faced… even if you don’t do so badly, to see the smiles and the words of approval he addresses to you.

Basically, your days have improved markedly now that the three of them are with you: there is so much chaos, the house is always full of voices and footsteps and screams, the rooms are the realm of disorder or have been changed according to the scientists’ needs, and it must be said, all three are absolutely terrible at cooking ― even if you continue to leave them the kitchen so as not to offend them, and to allow them to continue practicing ―: but the more days go by the more you would like to stop them, and so you try to imagine if… if they had to always stay here with you, with all their skills and enthusiasm, with all that they are.

Only one thing is missing to make everything really perfect: your recently born daughter, who stayed with her grandparents to allow you to work without other thoughts and not to disturb the scientists. It is something you knew would happen, you never deluded yourself about it: yet you miss her every moment, she is the shadow that hides behind your laughters and the cause of the tears that occasionally fall from your eyes, when night is deep and even your guests can’t completely overcome its strength, and you cradle and hold air in your arms. Furthermore, even if your little girl is not here with you, your chest continues to spurt milk: the mere thought of her is enough to release a few drops, which you manage to hide under heavy clothes to not raise painful questions, but how long will it last? How long will you last? Even now you miss her… you may start to tremble so much you want to hug her…

«Y/N! Come, lunch is ready, and maybe this time it’s even edible. Hopefully, at least… Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?»

It is a caress on the head, given by Marie, that takes you back from the world of your thoughts: you widen your eyes and jump, turning and meeting the slightly worried gaze of the woman, who stands still for a moment and then bends towards you. «You are very pale… what happened? Do you want to lie down?»

Her sweet voice, so motherly and shrewd, teases your tears and you have to make an enormous effort to hold back them; you succeed, and at that point you take a strong sigh and stand up, the scientist’s chest a few centimeters from yours. «I’m just hungry, don’t worry for me», you invent an excuse, taking Marie by the hand and heading with her towards the kitchen, from where you hear Alfred and Isaac arguing.

«Hey, Y/N! Look, this time we should have made it… we hope you like it!»

You reply to Nobel’s sunny smile and his enthusiasm by smiling back, then nod. The scent that comes from the pan that Newton is holding isn’t the worst you have ever smelled, so this time you too have good hopes and, having gathered the dishes, you start to get closer to him; at this point, however, a hand from Marie grabs your arm, stopping you. «Wait a minute… what about that? Is that milk?»

You petrify yourself for a few moments, then find the courage to follow Marie’s gaze and point your eyes downwards, at the trickle of opaque liquid that emerges from the sweater and, passing a small strip of exposed skin, wet the hem of trousers. Damn, you think as you bite your lip and your cheeks begin to flush, but was this just supposed to happen?

«Yes, it’s milk», Alfred comments as he gets closer to you, followed by Newton who has made the pan disappear who knows where, «and it’s interesting that you continue to have some after all this time, and with your daughter far away…»

«I don’t know about you, but I’d say we’ve found a subject worth studying», adds Isaac, narrowing his eyes as he stares at the trickle and then at your face, «how do we proceed, colleagues?»

«Hey, you three, what do you want to do with me?» Your voice comes out a little faint, because the surprise and confusion are too strong for you to even breathe normally. Not to mention the gazes of scientists, invaded by the light that you see every time they talk about a discovery or are carrying out an experiment… that excited light that you have recently begun to desire, to want for yourself just like now.

«Nothing, if you don’t want it», says Marie, as she moves behind you and strokes your shoulders, then puts her mouth to your ear, «but if instead you agree to let us at least have a look at the phenomenon, well… something good will happen.»

«I’m not a guinea pig», you reply, raising your head in a proud gesture and narrowing your eyes, «keep that in mind.»

«And in fact you are not», all three say, in unison; then Alfred takes your hand in his and squeezes it, bowing in front of you with a sweet expression on his face. «You are not, and we are not torturers. It’s like Curie says… if you accept to receive our attention, we will be happy; otherwise don’t worry, nothing will change between us. We won’t adore you any less.»

«It depends on what kind of attention…», you try to resist, more out of a mischievous game than out of conviction: you know what is about to happen and you want it, your legs are shaking, you are won.

All three laugh, then Marie releases your shoulders to hug your waist and pushes your hair away with her nose, then kisses the back of your neck; Newton, on the other hand, gets so close to you that you can feel his breath on you, and he faces you with his full height. «Since the lady wants a demonstration… we shouldn’t deny it to her», he murmurs a moment before grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in his arms, squeezing you tightly to him and sinking his lips into your neck.

Alfred quickly frees the table from the tablecloth and crockery and Isaac delicately places you on it, then all three surround you and start caressing and touching you everywhere: they have already made you wait long enough, you don’t deserve it and neither do they.

«Don’t worry, we’ll be kind, sweet Y/N… ask us what you want, we’ll give it to you.» Alfred’s hand caresses your side sensually while the other begins to take off your pants, one knee already between your thighs, while his mouth kisses your belly; Newton, on the other hand, wastes no time in taking off your sweater and the underlying shirt, to then get help from Marie to undo your bra and, once he has bared your breasts, to wrap you in his arms while he covers them with kisses and attacks a nipple, starting to suck greedily. You throw your head back without holding back long moans and gasps, while the hottest sensations assault every inch of your body and you wriggle under them: you feel yourself sinking into pure chaos, and you like, oh, how you like it a lot.

«You’re in excellent hands», Marie murmurs as she takes your face in her hands and kisses you everywhere, ravaging your lips and cheeks with little bites, tearing up little screams, «you couldn’t find someone better to love you, ma cherie. Now, like a good girl, let out all the voice in your throat, we want to hear you loud and clear…»

Who knows if you’ll write about this in your book, later.

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You rested your hand against a tree, panting softly as you wiped a small bead of sweat from your brow, having been hiking in these mountains for almost two hours, the blue-hazy skies darkening to nighttime. If it weren’t for the full moon tonight, traveling through here would be a lot more difficult. Thankfully Nezuko was sleeping soundly in her box that was strapped on your back, not stirring by your uneven steps as you resumed the ascension to a high peak in the Hindu pantheon.

Although you had done your best to persuade the Hashira and Lord Ubuyashiki in the trial that Nezuko would not attack humans, Lord Hades was not convinced. He will, however, grant you an opportunity to prove yourself as an unofficial member of the Demon Slayer Corps. This is the mission you and Nezuko were currently undertaking: investigate reported sightings of demons, and if able, eradicate them. They were supposedly hiding within this very mountain range, targeting the gods in the Hindu pantheon to test their strength and devour their opponent’s divine flesh.

Hades left the decision up in the air if you think you could handle the demon, which did make you feel a little hopeful. He was starting to trust you a bit more after you completed your last few missions. That’s good, right? It had to be. If that wasn’t the case, you’d still be at the Butterfly Mansion, anxiously waiting for your next assignment.

You reached a clearing near some rocks when a cacophony of sounds reached your ears; the sound of bones breaking, blows being landed, and yelling. Your eyes widened in horror before quickening your pace, breaking into a sprint as the noise got louder in the northwest direction. You zigzagged through the juniper trees, narrowly dodging the branches, never slowing down till you saw a four-armed, tattooed deity exchanging fists with a drooling, pale demon. The other two were sneaking in the shadows, ready to pounce for a sneak attack.

If it wasn’t the sight of a god trying to take on three demons did not shock you, it was the sight that they, and you, were standing in a field of bright red spider lilies. Blue ones bloomed right in the center, where the fighting was taking place. Some of the petals were missing, other flowers were uprooted entirely, meaning that these demons must have eaten the blue spider lilies to gain an energy boost and an immunity to the sunlight.

They had to be destroyed, now.

You quickly drew your sword. “Get down!!” Inhaling sharply through your teeth and catapulting into the air, the tip of the flaming nichirin blade slicing through the surrounding trees, the invisible threat, and finally, decapitating the lurking demons. You landed in front of the deity, who looked quite shocked at seeing someone rescuing him.

Perhaps gods aren’t used to being helped when they’ve done all the helping.

The third demon snarled as his amber orbs glared darkly at you. “Do not interfere, Demon Slayer!”

You shifted your feet, ready to attack when suddenly the weight on your back shifted, causing you to jostle more to the right as you felt Nezuko’s foot slam the box open…just to see your adorable little sister leap out and attack a fourth demon that you hadn’t seen nor sensed. They must be getting smarter at concealing their scent!

While Nezuko handled that one, you dealt with the other demon, attacking it first with the Hinogami Kagura. You could trust Nezuko to fight against a demon…she’s proven to you time and time again that she isn’t weak; she’s strong, stronger than anyone you’ve ever known. Because of that strength, that will, she didn’t give into the hunger nor succumb to Muzan’s control.

Once both demons were dispatched, your tense shoulders relaxed as you carefully sheathed the black blade back into its scabbard. You swiveled your gaze to the deity, seeing that he was siting against one of the trees and clutching his side. Unknotting the dark purple pouch from your belt on the left side, you raced over to him and began pulling out gauze, medicinal oils, and a few other things Shinobu gave to you before leaving the Butterfly Mansion for this mission.

“Are you all right? Are you in any pain? Do you feel dizzy, nauseous? Did any of the demons scratch you?” You fired question after question as your hands opened the jar of oil for bruising and pain relief, praying that he had not been poisoned. He didn’t seem to be showing any symptoms, but should you have Nezuko use her Blood Demon Art to purify the toxins that might still be in his system?

He was silent for a moment before he quickly answered. “No, they just tried to overwhelm me with a barrage of punches, though one of them did get close to scratching me. No dizziness, don’t feel sick either. Would…something happen if they did scratch me?”

You nodded, carefully spreading the peppermint-scented oil into his skin, muttering an apology as he flinched. “You would have been poisoned, and there would be purple spots all over your skin by now, followed by difficulty breathing and heart beating rapidly,” You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m so glad I made it in time before things got worse!”

Nezuko hummed in agreement, extending a clawed hand and giving him a pat on the head. The deity blinked before he gave you a grin. “Thank you, both of you. I had no idea those…demons would be all the way up here. One moment I was training, then the next, I was going toe-to-toe with them!”

“Did any of them eat those blue flowers over there?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah. Two, maybe all four? Sorry, everything happened so fast-”

“No need to apologize!” You quickly reassured him. “I just need to document what happened here and send it back with my lord’s crow to headquarters. Would you mind giving a statement?”

“No, of course not. Whatever you need.”

You beamed. “Thank you!” Now that the oil was rubbed thoroughly into his skin, you made quick work with wrapping the gauze around his stomach and the bruised areas. Once it was secure but not too tight, Hades’ majestic and very large crow landed by your feet, cawing. Around its neck was a scroll.

Pulling out an ink stone and brush from a compartment on the top part inside Nezuko’s box, you poured some of the water from your leather canteen (another gift from Shinobu, she’s so thoughtful! And it’s from a foreign country too!) into the ink stone.

Carefully rubbing the ink stick up and down, a small puddle of obsidian ink appeared in the center of the stone. Grabbing the pen and carefully removing the scroll from the crow’s neck, you wrote in great detail what had happened here, including Rudra’s account of the events and the discovery of the blue spider lilies. Lord Hades valued reports that were detailed but not too long or unrelated to the mission.

At least your calligraphy was getting better!

Once you were satisfied with the report, you placed the rolled up scroll back around the crow’s neck and watched it flight, disappearing into the night skies. Turning your attention to Rudra, you almost laughed at seeing Nezuko sitting in his lap, curiously playing with his hands.

“I don’t want to be rude, but why would a bunch of flowers like these…blue spider lilies, be so important to demons? As I recalled, they gain their strength by eating human flesh.”

You nodded, collecting the medical supplies and putting them back in the pouch. “And you’re absolutely correct, Lord Rudra. Human flesh does increase their abilities, including physical strength. But when a blue spider lily is consumed by a demon, it grants them the ability to withstand the sunlight. They’re…nocturnal? That’s what Aoi and Kanao told me.” You thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that’s it. They’re active at night, but if they can’t find shade once the sun comes up…they’re as good as dead. They burn up, catch on fire.”

Rudra released a low whistle. “No wonder they were pissed when they saw me near them. They must’ve thought I’d try to take them or something. So…you’re a Demon Slayer. I’ve heard about you guys…but does this sort of thing…happen all of the time?” He asked, gesturing his hands to the area around the three of you.

Smiling sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head.

“Not always. Most of my missions are reconnaissance and information gathering, like this one should have been, but there’s no predictable pattern when it comes to a demon’s behavior. Still, at least I know for certain that the blue spider lily does exist…whether it will make Nezuko a human again or speed up her demonic transformation is another question.” You frowned sadly, looking down at the blue flower in your hand. “I’m beginning to think it’s more of the latter, unfortunately. Those demons were definitely stronger than ones I’ve encountered so far, and I think it’s because of this plant. Shinobu might know more when I show her some samples. I’ll collect some more to bring back. I hate to ask, but may you make sure she stays with you and not go near me as I collect them, just in case?”

Rudra nodded. He didn’t see much of a problem with entertaining the little one while you did your task. She was adorable, and seemed to love swinging off his biceps. You quickly plucked several of them, carefully storing them in a pouch and tied it to your hip, securing the string near your sword. Nezuko took a little persuasion to get inside her box, pouting as she did not want to stop playing with Rudra yet.

Now that the mission was completed and the report received by Lord Hades, it was time to rest at a village before making the journey back to the headquarters. Rudra immediately offered to escort the two of you to the nearest one; he knew this mountain range like the back of his hands, so it would be much faster to find shelter before it grew dark. You beamed at him, profusely thanking him as you adjusted the box’s straps on your shoulders.

The three of you walked through the rocky, uneven terrain, carefully steadying your feet and minding your balance when it got too steep. Rudra helped you along the way, his hands gentle on your exhausted body as the adrenaline finished pumping through your blood after the fight. The three of you eventually took shelter in a cave. You insisted that the two of you switch shifts in case an animal or another demon came by. This way you could keep patching up his wounds with the herbs you brought with you, at Shinobu’s insistence. Rudra tried to resist, saying as a god he’ll heal by dawn, but you had yet to see a deity recover from a demon’s attack.

For tonight, at least let you take care of him. That was when Rudra gave in but you did not know why his face was slightly red. It didn’t feel hot in the cave at all. You shrugged it off and changed the bandages, pressing the herbs into the mouth of the wound before settling in a corner of the cave with Nezuko’s box by your side. Rudra offered to take the first watch. You gladly complied with his insistence to sleep first.

Thankfully, not a single creature came to the cave even between the four hour shifts between you and Rudra. By dawn, you roasted some wild berries and fish that Rudra found, and resumed the journey. Five days later, just when the sun had gone down, you had reached the foot of the mountain where the village was located. Hopefully, there would be a gate that you could pass through instead of taking an airship.

The supreme gods were the only ones allowed to pass through the fractured Bifrost gate while the other pantheon deities would use the normal gates that can teleport them wherever they needed to go. Mortal souls, however, had to use mechanical airships.

Demon Slayers were allowed to pass through the gates that the other gods used with an authorized Wisteria Pass. The Hashira and their successors would use the Iridescent Pass when traveling between Valhalla and Helheim to patrol the Bifrost. In your case, however, you were given a temporary Butterfly Pass since you were an ‘unofficial’ member of the organization. You’d get the Wisteria Pass once you proved to Lord Hades that Nezuko would never harm a human.

Mechanical airships wouldn’t have bothered you so much if it weren’t for the steep price or how the scent of the smoke and oily gears made you nauseous. It was better to take your chances with the Butterfly Pass and travel on foot.

You were a bit sad to part ways with Rudra, as he had been nothing but kind to you and Nezuko. He had healed properly as he said he would, so he wouldn’t run into any more trouble with demons any time soon. But your work is finished here. Time to go somewhere new.

You bowed to the god, and Nezuko gave him a big hug before rushing towards the gate. He smiled, waving good-bye and watching as the two of you disappeared behind the gate in a swirl of blue light.

What you didn’t realize is that Rudra felt the same. He didn’t want you to leave as he wanted to get to know you a bit more, though he understood that everything you were doing was for Nezuko. You wanted your little sister to become human again, and if working for the Demon Slayer Corps could provide any information on a cure, you’d take it in a heartbeat. Shaking his head, Rudra departed the village. Since he was in the area, might as well visit Shiva. It had been a while since the two of them had talked.

But that bastard was laughing his ass off by the time he finished his story about what happened in the mountains. Rudra frowned, crossing his arms as he sat across from his old friend. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah! Not only were ya saved by a mortal woman workin’ under Hades from some demons, ya even got a little crush on her? C’mon, it’s almost cute!” Shiva exclaimed, leaning back against his large pillow. His wives, all three of them, giggled in agreement with knowing eyes as they sat around the god of creation and destruction.

“And you’re not even bothered by the fact these flowers that can increase a demon’s strength is growing here -“

“Rudra, if it were really a problem as ya make it out to be, I would have handled it a while ago with or without Hades’ consent.” Shiva interrupted. “ ‘Sides, you and your Demon Slayer know where they are, right? That organization will do its job. All I can do is watch, then I’ll intervene if things get too dicey or Hades doesn’t do his job.”

…Dammit, Shiva got him there. Shaking his head, Rudra chatted with everyone for a little longer before he turned in for the night. Shiva insisted since he’d been long overdue for a visit that included alcohol and a good brawl with the other gods.

The more things changed, the more things stayed the same. By morning, the tempest god was wandering again yet his thoughts kept straying to the image of a swordswoman and her little sister, vanquishing demons and saving lives wherever they went.

For their sake, he hoped that Nezuko would become a human again.

Several months later, Rudra was traveling through the jurisdiction under Indra’s protection when he stepped into a derelict village. Wooden buildings possessed large, gaping holes in them or laid on the ground, their foundations utterly destroyed. Men, women, and children wept over small stone mounds as others were scurrying out of the village with their belongings strapped to their backs. He was shocked. He’s known some belligerent deities in the Svarga, but none were stupid enough to launch an attack like this ever since Shiva ascended as pantheon leader!

Who was responsible? What happened here?

In between helping the grateful villagers with moving some of the larger structures and cheering up the children, he asked around. All he got was the same story:

“Believe me, if Lord Indra were here, none of this would have happened. But because he had been in a battle recently, he is still recovering at the temple. It had been like any other evening, quiet and uneventful when an old man with a large lump on top of his head came here, seeking to know the location of a ‘blue spider lily’. He was crying…and shaking too, as if he didn’t even want to be here!” A woman snapped, her blue orbs narrowed and face bright red with tear streaks. “We said we didn’t know anything about it, and then all of a sudden his body morphed…no, he split up his body into four, five individuals! Each of them were powerful, sadistic, and showed no mercy when we told him the truth about that flower!”

“Yeah, he couldn’t have been a god, and not a mortal like us!” The little boy by her side exclaimed, clutching a wooden toy sword in his hand. “But when the winged one with yellow eyes tried to use another attack from his mouth, he got kicked by a girl with a muzzle in her mouth! She was super strong, and my age too! There were two others with her, pretty ladies! One with dark red hair, and the other had braids, her hair was pink and green. Pink and green!” He emphasized. “Oh, and a rude guy too!”

Rudra’s eyes instantly widened. He knew exactly who the mother and son were talking about, and his heart began to pound against his rib cage. “What happened to them?”

Another older woman spoke up, her gaze low and gravelly voice wavering. “The young lass with dark red hair and the boy did their best to protect us, trying to evacuate us before things got worse. They fought against those monsters, all of them…yet even though they defeated them…they did not leave the battle unscathed. The lass and the little girl were taken by the young maiden with green and pink hair and the boy to a place called the Butterfly Mansion. Last I heard, their condition was not good.”

Rudra thanked them profusely for the information and took off, promising to inform the other gods what happened and to send help as soon as possible.

Shiva was understandably furious about the whole situation, and yes, he had been made aware of it before Rudra stepped foot in the Little Palace. He’d already spoken to Lord Hades of the Greek Pantheon; suppliers, builders, and the Demon Slayer’s kakushi were en route to provide relief and support to the village.

He was going to tease the shit out of Rudra when his friend asked him about the Butterfly Mansion but wisely kept his mouth shut under Paravati’s infamous, withering ‘look’. The one that clearly says don’t even think about being snarky with him, this is not the time nor the place. So being the good husband and friend that he is, Shiva complied and told Rudra everything he needed to know.

Durga might the feisty one, but Paravati was not one to piss off if he wanted to get laid tonight.

As per the namesake, the Butterfly Mansion was a modest Japanese estate affiliated with the Demon Slayer Corps as a recovery base for the soldiers. Its master, Lady Kocho, was both a beautiful and intimidating human woman even in Rudra’s perspective.

Dark purple hair pulled back and held together with a butterfly-shaped barrette, a butterfly-winged haori draped over the standard Demon Slayer uniform. She smiled politely, welcoming him to the estate as they walked down the hallway to the medical wing. If it weren’t for her eyes being closed or her back facing him, the deity was pretty sure that his hostess would rather throw him out than allow any guests to visit critically injured patients.

But Lord Ubuyashiki, whom Rudra presumed is Lady Kocho’s superior, granted him permission so long as he did not bother the child.

Nezuko was the one who greeted him first as soon as Lady Kocho slid the door open, leaping into his arms with a big smile. Rudra was quick to catch the little one, his lower arms gently holding her while his upper left hand patted the top of her head. Nezuko seemed all right…but what about [First Name]?

Rudra felt someone staring at him, and saw that it was Lady Kocho. She seemed…very surprised that Nezuko greeted him so warmly, before her smile softened.

“You may stay here until as long as you like, but please do not touch [First Name]. I don’t want any of her wounds opening up again.” The threat in her voice was subtle, and Rudra understood very clearly what would happen if he didn’t obey her. He thanked her again, stepping inside the medical wing with Nezuko. Lady Kocho closed the door behind them with a soft ‘chink’.

The tattooed deity froze upon seeing you tucked under the sheets of the third cot on the right side, fast sleep. Your long dark red hair was splayed out against the pillow, your right leg in a cast and your right arm was hooked up to an IV. Bandages covered your jaw, left hand, and forehead.

You looked like shit, but you were alive.

His heart like it had shattered into tiny fragments and reassembled all at once, stomach doing acrobats and his hands trembling even as Nezuko led him to one side of the bed. She then climbed into his lap, being careful not to jostle the mattress too much.

Seeing you in a fragile state cruelly reminded Rudra that you were not invincible, despite the power you possessed. You were a mortal, and he was a god. Injuries that would take a mere week to heal was a three to five month period for you. How could he have been so foolish to think otherwise? He should’ve been here, protecting you and Nezuko.

But that was then…this is now. There is nothing he could do except make sure Nezuko did not get into too much mischief and no one disturbed your rest. He had been planning on leaving again once he was sure you were all right…but it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here until you woke up, would it?

He had something he wanted to ask you. Something very important. But he was a patient man; if he could put up with Shiva’s chaotic antics for thousands of years, he could wait until his precious Demon Slayer was conscious again.

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File #0004 — 下着。

surprising them with lingerie

.｡.:*✧ subjects: buddha ; poseidon ; rudra

.｡.:*✧ file warnings: nsfw ; f!reader ; mentions of lingerie

Subject 1 — Buddha

"What do we have here?", he said, biting down on his lollipop. You were sitting on the bed in a M position, the purple babydoll you were wearing spilling over your plush thighs. "You like it?", you asked him, subtly biting down on your lower lip. "Oh I love it", he said, moving towards you, stilling his movements when his knees almost hit the edge of the bed. "Keep it on the whole time, 'kay?"

Subject 2 — Poseidon

"Darling!", you said, a big smile plastering your face. He didn't answer you. All he did was observing your frame, eyes wandering up and down the dark blue body that was hugging your features tightly, breasts dreading to spill out of their restraints any moment. Without saying anything he made his way towards the bed, crawling on top of you once he reached the edge. "Be so kind and keep it on", he said, freeing his hard on from its restraints.

Subject 3 — Rudra

"Wow", was all he said when he saw you sitting by the window, your white see-through negligee spilling on the ground, being too big for sitting. Once he noticed you weren't wearing anything but this transparent piece of cloth he felt himself getting hard immediately. "Welcome back", you said, your looks being everything else but innocent. He went over to you, picking you up and aligning his hips with your rear. "You gonna keep it on while I fuck you, got it?", he told you and you nodded in response.

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palesublimeduck · 5 months

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Why do I feel like Loki's the type to set his own ass on fire?

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thewritetofreespeech · 6 months

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hey! i hope you have a great day today! I love your writing here so i wanted to request a silly little idea i have on mind…

(chubby and human) fem!reader got “proposed” by a 5 y/o boy because she’s just too sweet and cute! Boy could be a random child she played with at the park or something. How would Beelzebub, Hades, Hermes, Loki and Rudra react to it? (feel free to remove or add whoever you want!) Who would just chuckle at the scene and who will get jealous? 🫢

Absolutely feel free to ignore this request, i sent a lot of love for you 💕

He’s not about to be jealous of a child.

Children do this all the time. They never mean it. It’s just something they’ve seen on tv or a show that they mimic in real life.

It’s like how they throw the word ‘love’ around so much. ‘I love apples’, ‘I love slides’, ‘I love [Y/N]’. It doesn’t matter.

Ok…he’s infuriatingly jealous……

Hermes thinks it’s sweet.

Children are inherently innocent and say the most adorable things. It’s also no wonder they would ask [Y/N] to marry them with how sweet & kind they are.

Takes the route of teasing them about it. He finds it amusing when they blush and sputter about their ‘proposal’.

Eventually lets it go, but does keep an eye out for that young man as he grows older. Should his intentions be sincere.

He’s not above pushing a kid. In fact, he would enjoy it.

Loki doesn’t like people touching or coming near things that are his. And [Y/N] is his.

He is of course aware that the kid doesn’t mean it. Kids are stupid. But…it’s never too early to teach them a lesson…

They don’t come near [Y/N] again after Loki enchants snakes to chase them.

Rudra thinks it’s adorable.

He’s always had a fondness for kids and their antics. Plus, he can’t really blame them for wanting to marry [Y/N]; too bad he beat them too it.

He likes to think of it as a sign that they trust [Y/N], and also proof that they will be a good parent one day.

Often thinks about them having children now and how soon until they can have their first.

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Nico Robin!Reader with Loki, Buddha, Tesla, Beelzebub, Jack, Ares, Hermes, Rudra, Hades, Hercules and Platonic Zerofuku

She fights against Athena or some brutish god that doesn’t care about destroying Human History, which angers her and she smiles as she reveals her ‘Devilish Side’ (Using Demonio Fleur, which horrifies her opponent and they’re begging for mercy, only for Reader to break their spine) when some random god says her win doesn’t count because she ‘Cheated’ she uses her power and… crushes his balls (I love Robin she’s my queen 💖)

she calls (Love) a Squirrel when he eats with his cheeks stuffed with food (She calls Loki adorable when he messes up with his transformations) and her dark sense of humor keeps people on their toes

-As you walked out, following Athena’s over the top entrance, many were a little disappointed, as you didn’t seem anything special, you weren’t dancing or doing any fancy moves, you weren’t even holding a weapon! How are you going to fight Athena of all goddesses with no weapons?!

-Athena smirked down at you, but she was a little surprised, seeing that you didn’t look at all bothered, as the humans cheered for you. It was a little odd, as you remembered, for most of your life, humans were hunting you, wanting the bounty on your head, believing the government that you were a demon and needed to be destroyed.

- As the fight started, you crossed your arms in front of you, “Mil Fleur: Gigantesco Mano!!” hands started to surround you, forming into something bigger and bigger, before two massive hands appeared and you controlled them, swinging out to open-hand strike at Athena who only barely blocked the first one, but was sent flying with the second one.

-Many were stunned, seeing your abilities, several were shouting that this ability was illegal- but Zeus did relent, as it was a part of you when you had died, it was legal, but that still didn’t please everyone.

-You and Athena traded blows back and forth and you were panting heavily, injured and you needed to wrap this battle up soon. Athena then smirked and changed her own form, to be one that towered over you, the same size of her statue in Athens as she smirked down at you, “How will you handle this?!”

-You just smirked, stunning her as you closed your eyes for a moment, gathering what strength you had left, “Demonio Fleur~” eyes went wide as your own body seemed to grow and grow, your skin turning to almost pitch black with a red tint, horns and wings sprouting from your body, making you look like an actual demon.

-Many were terrified to see this form, but so many were also stunned, seeing that you could transform into a demon, despite being a human.

-Athena was terrified of you, demanding you to get back, shocking so many, as she was regarded as one of the bravest gods, and many were shouting for you to let her go as you managed to grab her. She was still trying to insult you, trying to break free as you both started screaming, you from overexerting yourself, and her from pain as well as trying to get out.

-You then shouted out, “Gran Jacuzzi Clutch!!” and a sickening snap echoed through the arena, as you broke Athena’s back and she went limp in your arms, dying.

-Your demonic form faded as she fell to the ground and you were gasping for air, exhausted from the battle, but you couldn’t help but smile, hearing the cheers for you as you had won the whole tournament.

-Zues approached you as you stood, as he had promised, if humanity won this final match, he would grant your wish, and you stunned everyone by smiling, “Bring everyone back.” Zeus was surprised, hearing your wish, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Perhaps you’re not a demon at all, Y/N.”

-You just turned, walking away from him as everyone was reforming, as you needed to get to the infirmary, “No- others were the ones who made me like this. But I will wear the crown if it fits.”

-Another god, who couldn’t believe that you defeated Athena, shouted at you, “You cheated- that power of yours isn’t fair!!” you looked up at him and he froze as two hands appeared and everyone around him froze as you grabbed his balls, crushing them, making all men around fear you, or at least fear insulting you- you were quite cruel when you wanted to be.

-Your words stunned many, hearing that you weren’t a cruel person, but others deemed you one, claiming you were evil, and you remember a time in your life when you were, doing vile things , but after you met your captain- no… your family, you only did bad things to protect them and yourself. They had given you a second chance when nobody else would, and you wouldn’t let anyone who didn’t earn it take it from you.

-You were resting in the infirmary when one of the nurses said you had a guest and you opened your eyes, curious as to who was coming and when Zerofuku walked in, you couldn’t help but smile softly, welcoming him.

-Immediately he was across the room, lunging into your arms, which made you giggle softly, hugging him close as he sniffled softly, “I’m so glad you’re okay!” when he pulled back, tears streaming down his face, you couldn’t help but smile softly, brushing the tears from his cheeks, “I’m okay now, Zerofuku.”

-He sniffled again, “Pinkie promise?” you just smiled, knowing the truth behind pinkie promises, showing your more morbid sense of humor as you showed him both of your pinkies, “Which one do you want if I’m lying?”

-He froze, realizing what you had just said before he started wailing loudly, hugging you around his neck as you giggled softly before you heard another knock at the door.

-(Love) walked in, giving you a slightly exasperated look, “Really Y/N- you know you shouldn’t joke about things like that.” Your hand hid your lips as you giggled softly, Zerofuku pulling back to rub at his eyes as (Love) came over, sitting on the opposite side before he wrapped his arms around you, sagging into your embrace, “I’m so glad you’re okay.” You smiled softly, lifting a hand to stroke at the back of his neck, “I decided long ago that nobody was going to kill me unless if they earned it the hard way.” (Love) couldn’t help but chuckle- he knew that you were strong, you wouldn’t go down easily as your two boys, your lover and your adopted son, both doted on you as you were still recovering.

-Beelzebub, Hades, Hermes, Rudra, and Jack

-Immediately ran in and joined Zerofuku, hugging the both of you, crying loudly, “You’re okay!!” you couldn’t help but giggle, as he knew you were okay if you were making dark jokes like this, like normal. Seeing both of them crying crocodile tears, which did make you think of your old boss, Crocodile, crying, which was rather amusing to think about, you did try to calm them down, “You’re going to give yourself puffy eyes and cheeks- you’ll look just a like a couple of squirrels.” They both sniffled in unison, which you did think was adorable, a giggle rising out of you as you hugged them to you, happy that you won- you had them both in your arms again.

-Loki, Buddha, Nikola, Ares, and Hercules

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