Dearest Hyacinth,
I'm here to humbly request copium in the written word, for my time has come too...
Yours sincerely,
Jules
Beloved of a god- Yandere God x Fem reader
Mu Yang belongs to my delightful moot Jules @fumbledevil please check her page, everything she draws is delectable
Contains dub/non con, period sex, sacrificial marriage, unbalanced power dynamics, threats,
“Wife~” Mu Yang croons from beyond the locked door. The wood creaking underneath his body weight “My my, how brave you've gotten little doe. To think that you could lock a door before your very own lord husband,” his nails creak on the wood “before the god that you were gifted to.”
You wish he would be silent, but he loves to play with his food before he eats, he loves to taunt and toy with whatever holds his attention. Had you the strength to do so you would have barricaded the door yourself, but you are lying there curled up on your diaphanous bed bleeding out onto your bridal hanfu. You've worn the same robes since you arrived here, refusing to change into the never ending silks and brocades that appear within the chests. To do so would be to accept this. To accept your life now as plaything to a fickle god, to appease him for your village's crime of honouring another deity. How petty he is, petty enough to flood the crops and bring famine to the door, petty enough to call for the most valued sacrifice. And what could be more valued than a beloved daughter? Curse your father for letting the whole world know that he valued you more than any son.
“my own bride locking herself within our marital chambers, tut tut. Tell me, is it my attention that you seek? Oh petulant child, do you think that you can play a game like this with me and that I will not bite back? If you do not unlock this door then I fear there will be consequences.” While his voice is still honey smooth, you have known Mu Yang enough to learn his patience doesn't enjoy being tested longer than what is endearing. But every time that you try to move all you are met with is another pulse of pain in your abdomen
You wonder if he watched the entire time as the landlord came to your fathers threshold with his men and dragged you from the kitchen floor. When the village women dressed you, painted you and bound you for delivery to his temple. Like a pig fed before the butcher's knife. That god has untied the ropes, you've sobbed the makeup off. But that silk stayed unmarred. Until now. The bloods come early and what are you to do but hide like the girl who thought she was dying. Your mother took you behind the house in a low whisper to tell you that now you can bear children and that you are to never bleed onto your clothing.
The door creaks heavily, the sound of wood splintering from his side as his patience snaps. It doesn't take long before the handle is ripped completely from the wood. “I see, so my wife wishes to play games with me, how fun. I wonder what would get her to respond to me first, a wildfire burning that pathetic shack to the ground? A visiting army? Perhaps plague that chokes the life out of your useless brats of siblings?” You don't jump when the wood slams open and he slinks forward, suffocating all the air in the room with his anger at you for thinking a flimsy door would stop a god
“Oh?” The vitriol evaporates as he looks at you, curled up like a wounded animal “what do we have here?” He doesn't pounce on you, Mu Yang prefers to circle his prey slowly. “Are you ill? Or?” His eyes, obscured though they might be with talismans, flicker downward. To the hands cradled around your abdomen. Nose wrinkling as he detects the iron in the air “indisposed of a different matter?”
He laughs off your protests, lifting the heavy brocade up to your hips and all but salivating at the sight of blood marbling your thighs. “Are you pained? You keep whimpering as if you are a mewling kitten?” You shake your head but a mean hand presses down harshly on your abdomen leading you to cry out. “Do not lie to me, you are in pain.”
With no pride to hide behind you concede
“Yes, it hurts, please." you whimper hoping that the humiliation would be sustenance enough for the god. You try to clamp your legs shut but the heavy weight of his tail pries them wide open.
“If it hurts then as you so eloquently worded it, let me be the one to relieve your pain.” Two fingers crawl to your entrance, carefully swiping up the warm fresh blood like honey from the spoon. Ruby dark trickling down his fingers as he brings it up to the light before licking it clean himself.
“I should be offended that you thought to hide this from me, my bride. Tell me is it not a husband's duty to keep you well tended? This lord is your divine husband. It's a sinful thing to hide any aspect of yourself from him,” his mouth dives down, latching onto your pulsing opening as you cry out at the suddenness. Amused, the petty god lifts his face back up. “Be thankful for I am a merciful god" he smiles with blood slick lips “let me look after my poor wife.”
