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naviavu · 1 year

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LMAO i forgot to add the line breaks φ(*￣0￣) happy reading everybody!

Okay we all know this trope with Ayato and daughter of some Inazuman clan, but hear me out... Ayato and nymph from Chinju forest. He found you when he was coming from beetle fight with Itto, you were laying unconscious in this pretty, translucent dress. Of course, as a gentleman, he takes you to his manor, where you are treated properly. You can't remember who you are or what were you doing, but it's alright, he says, he will take care of you from now on 👀

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES BACK AROUND

PAIRINGS: yandere!ayato x nymph!reader

TAGS: noncon, abuse of power, somnophilia, implied fem!chubby!reader, manipulation, creampie, breeding, shy and insecure reader, kinda lore-y?, ayato is lovesick, gaslighting, ayato is a mastermind and now you’re his

WORDS: 5.6k // crossposted on ao3 // my masterlist

NOTES: after a whole ass year, guess who’s BACK. anon, thank you so much for giving me this wonderful idea and i hope you’re still around (no mentions of itto tho, sorry ☹) as usual, college got in the way but at least i’m getting an internship this year (yay! finally getting paid lol). oddly enough, this fic was the easiest and least stressful to write despite me procrastinating it the most. i hope you enjoy a darker twist in ayato’s characterization! may you have a blessed year, readers <3

The warmth swirling in his eyes is definitely from his mother, you muse. "Thank you for not letting the history between us stop you, Sir Ayato. I know things had been rocky between nymphs and your clan ever since…" your parents passed away, but the words died on your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner, (Y/N).” He scans over your body one last time. Unnaturally, you shiver from his gaze. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Bathing in Chinju Forest alone at night wasn't the most excellent idea.

You cursed as you looked around, surrounded by clear waters and tall trees. The night flowers emit a slight glow, enough for you to see a path towards the nearby Torri gate. On the side, your sister’s potion cabin is empty. From here, you can still smell a whiff of whatever Danalise was brewing hours ago before she left.

After receiving news that there are members of the Shuumatsuban waiting for them by the nymph’s dwellings, your sisters have long left before sunset, leaving you alone to bask in the peaceful forest. By this time, they must be discussing affairs with your eldest sister, Danalise, the nymph’s village chief.

As the outcast, your presence isn’t needed. It's not like your sisters ever trusted you to handle political matters or tried to include you in civic discussions, anyway. It was enough for them that you stay out of their way and let smarter and more capable people take the reins. You weren’t talented as Adasia; that birds hum along when you sing. Or Phia, whose paintings and sculptures rival those in real life. Or as smart as your favorite sister Danalise, who’s made countless nymph medicines and healed dozens of the remaining few.

But you didn’t have to be this careless.

You relax when you see your nightgown still perched by the river’s rocks. There have been multiple accounts of perverts-- ordinary men, samurais, and nobility alike-- stealing your sisters’ garments while they bathe, putting you in unease. This wasn’t your first-time bathing alone, but it was your first time accidentally staying until night.

Touching the amethyst pendant of your necklace, you silently thank the Archon that no one has attempted to do such a thing. You slip your clothes on.

Well… it’s further proof that even your beauty paled compared to your sisters.

You shake your head. You chose to be alone in the first place to erase negative thoughts that have been brewing for the past week, and it frustrated you how easily it returns.

You were no more than five steps into the forest when a small vial silently rolled towards you. It was too late when you hear the glass crack beneath your hard slippers.

You retch. Losing control of your body, you doubled over and cough violently.

Your fall on a nearby tree. "Someone– please– help!" You're scared and confused and alone, senses overwhelmed by the foul scent.

Your head spins. The world turns dark, and the last thing you see is pale blue hair and purple eyes.

"--ord, she's awake!" A voice calls out, and your head pounds.

Everything feels too soft.

Where were your sisters?

Footsteps arrive near you. "Good. Ayaka worries too much, and she wasn't even the one who found this cute nymph passed out on the forest floor."

Ayaka? Lady Kamisato Ayaka?

You open your eyes and see Kamisato Ayato.

On his side is Thoma. Even though you’re not close, his familiar face brings you comfort, as he’s the person you’ve often seen talking with your sisters every once in a while.

You sigh in relief, before tensing up again. You were inside the residence of the Yashiro Commissioner himself!

The man beside you raises his gloved hand to touch your forehead. "How are you feeling– oh!"

You squeak and block him away. "Sorry, sorry! Sorry, Lord… Sir… Ayato." You turn red. So much for good impressions. What if your sisters find out that you embarrassed yourself in front of him? "I'm really confused. Where am I?" You cringe internally again. In the Kamisato Estate, of course!

He pays no mind, a shimmer of amusement in his eyes. He dismisses Thoma.

"In the Kamisato Estate, inside one of our guest rooms. You were out for almost a whole day," The shoji on the side of the room is open, letting in sunlight that pleasantly warmed your skin. Inside your kimono is your nightgown from yesterday. Your necklace is still intact.

"I found you unconscious by the river when I was passing by Chinju Forest,” His brows furrow with concern, and you flush seeing him up close. You’ve heard rumors of his cold beauty, but nothing compares to seeing him up close. "I had to take you here to be treated immediately. Worry not, I already sent men to inform your sisters of your situation."

You bow, now feeling the ache of your sore body. "Thank you so much, my lord."

He shakes his head. "You need to be careful next time. Nymph or not, bathing alone in public places is dangerous."

It also doesn’t help that the nymph's reputation has weakened over the past decades. We’re no longer the powerful creatures that we used to be. Your eyes remain on the pristine white sheets. “But I don’t blame you. The potion used on you was quite…”

"The potion?”

“The thing that knocked you out, (Y/N). Do you not remember?” Lord Kamisato reaches into his suit pocket and brings out what looks like a small perfume bottle, no bigger than three inches, decorated with intricate hearts on the front. "The bottle design suggests that whoever created this is from a foreign land. Sumerian, even. But I cannot be sure unless we get a hand on another sample of the liquid itself."

Your eyes widen. “You plan to catch whoever caused my… unconsciousness, my Lord?”

“Not just plan. I will catch them, (Y/N). I cannot let this happen again, and the fact that it did shows that I lacked vigilance in protecting my people.” You think it was too much effort for one simple case, but you suppress the urge to refute him and dare not interrupt. You can only be grateful for his initiative.

He puts the small bottle back in his pocket. “With that being said, I require you to stay in the Estate for a week to ensure your recovery and monitor you should there be any long-term effects.”

The man notices you freeze and gives an apologetic smile. “It’s protocol and in the best interests of all people in the community. I hope you understand, (Y/N).”

“O-Of course, my lord! I’m thankful for all of your efforts, and I’ll help your investigation as much as possible.” He smiles genuinely this time at your eagerness.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Nobody arrived to pick you up one week later.

It is common knowledge to Inazumans that the nymphs from Chinju Forest have been under the Kamisatos protection since the dawn of time, as their ancestors helped each other to grow and survive through different eras. The nymphs gather resources from the forest that helped the Kamisatos grow in their administrative standing, and in exchange, the nymphs and their village are protected from invaders and political monopoly while letting them live a peaceful life. When the time came that the Kamisatos became one of the most powerful clans in the country, they never stopped supporting the nymph’s village.

It was inevitable that one of your sisters to fall in love with a clan member. Whoever she was, she has long passed or had gone missing—and even your sisters who have lived longer than you refuse to talk about her. Rumors say that the Kamisato patriarch was poisoned because a nymph had wanted his love, but he only loved his wife. And so follows the tragedy of losing both Kamisato heads that forced their children, Ayato and Ayaka, to take over their responsibilities and grow up too fast.

Hence your sisters’ fear of the Kamisatos. They have been nothing but kind during diplomatic talks, but you can’t blame them for being wary: the case was never solved, after all. When Danalise interrogated every sister to tears (including you, at such a young age) the night that the Kamisato patriarch’s death had spread around Inazuma, no one admitted anything. As a safety net, everyone kept their distance: weekly meetings in the nymph’s village became monthly, your sisters avoided collecting food near the Estate, and the staff weren’t as friendly to them anymore.

No one from the Kamisato Estate questioned this change. The seed of distrust had already taken its root.

However, living with them proved you wrong.

Upon Lord Ayato’s absence because of the investigation, Lady Ayaka and Thoma frequently checked up on you. You couldn’t refuse when they first invited you to dinner since Thoma had told you that Ayaka was often lonely, and it was rare for her to hang out and let loose with someone else. The staff had been accommodating during your stay, even going far to prevent you from doing simple chores.

You felt like a freeloader. When you insisted that you needed physical activity to speed up your recovery, the servants shook their heads politely. ‘The Commissioner’s order,’ they said.

When Ayato finally arrived home, you greeted him with utmost respect. He laughed and patted your head. “No need for the formalities, my dear. Or else I shall feel bashful that a beauty like you insist on calling me ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’.”

You can still hear his pleasant laughter in the hallways after you bolt to your room. You muffle your scream on your pillow.

Curse your stupid crush on him.

An hour later, one of the servants knocked. “Lady (Y/N), Lord Ayato has called for you in his quarters.”

Against your will, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock twice. “Sir Ayato?”

Ayato opens the door, still wearing his travel clothes. “Come inside, (Y/N).”

As easy as breathing, you immediately recognize your sister behind him. “Dana!”

You waste no time and tackle her in a hug.

Dana freezes at your touch before sighing and prying your arms away. "How have you been doing? Not being a burden to the Commissioner, I hope?" She’s clad in her formal garments, but something weighs down her usually confident stance.

Her cold words and the indifference in her eyes hurt you so you take a step back and wrap your arms around yourself. You expected Dana to miss you as much as you did, since she was the only one who paid attention to you and cared for your well-being.

Nevertheless, her presence still brought a smile to your face. It felt like home was near.

You reassuringly shake your head. "No! I’ve been trying to help around the house, I promise!”

Silence encompasses the three of you. Outside, the busy staff continue working around the estate. Some are tasked to prepare a child’s room.

You bounce on your feet, oblivious to the tense atmosphere. “Sister, are we going to go home?”

"(Y/N)..." Ayato coaxes. You look at him expectantly.

"Upon consulting multiple Inazuman scholars, the potion you inhaled was reported to be a… potency potion for nymphs,” He stops, gauging your reaction.

You freeze and go slack, only the rapid beating of your heart betrays your calm façade. “What… what do you mean by that, my lord?” You ask, voice steady. You don’t want to know. You’ve had enough of potions and investigation. You just want to go home.

The man briefly glances at Dana, silently asking for permission to proceed. Your sister, ever so helpful, refuses to look at both of you. Her glossy black hair covers her face as she looks down.

(Unbeknownst to you, she was seething with anger. Your sister cannot find the courage to look at you.)

Her unusual behavior puts you more on edge, like seconds before tittering off a cliff. “L-Lord Ayato,” Your voice breaks. “Please continue what you were saying.”

He takes a deep breath. “The strange potion puts you to sleep and makes your body more reactive to… stimulation. It’s highly likely that you’ve fallen victim to a person’s sinful desires.”

Your heart drops.

The whole world stops, and the room expands. Like that night in the forest, you feel scared, confused, and alone.

You whisper. “I don’t understand.” But you do.

“It’s an aphrodisiac laced with a sleeping drug!” Dana yells, voice shrill. You visibly recoil, feeling her anger come off in waves. “It means that some scum has been planning to violate you.”

“What? I don’t…” The soreness between your thighs. Faint bruises on your wrists. A fading hickey on your neck near the back of it, one that you just noticed last night. Dana does nothing to comfort you, only glaring daggers at your shaking form. Tears well up in your eyes.

Your sister prances around the room, her heavy steps pounding your head. “I told you to go home before sundown! Why didn’t you listen to me?"

“Now, it’s highly improper to blame her,” Ayato interjects. Dana glares at him and clenches her fist. He moves closer and grasps your hands. "I don’t want to delay the investigation further. We decided you can't return to our village until we catch who did this. The situation has worsened now that we know the culprit’s intentions."

Your world has come to a stop. "But how long would that take!" You shout.

(There was a flash of anger in his eyes for a split second.)

You plead. "I just want to go home, Dana, please. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen."

The last time you saw your sister with a hopeless look in her eyes was after she failed to catch the culprit of the Kamisato patriarch’s death. "You might endanger your sisters, (Y/N)! We are not leading a criminal inside our home just because of your selfishness," Her voice bellows throughout the room.

There was silence again, pierced by your soft sobs. "I’ll… come back for you when the time comes."

(Ayato’s hand delicately trails on the back of your neck to soothe you.)

Dana’s eyes widen, and she looks away. You don’t hear her whisper, ‘this is for the greater good.’

You’re inconsolable when the door slams and she leaves. Ayato wraps you in his arms. You don’t care if your tears soak his perfectly-ironed coat.

You spend the rest of the day in his quarters, sitting beside him while he does paperwork. He gives you a glance every once in a while, a hand rubbing circles on your back when he notices you trying to stifle your cries. Your face glows a faint red, not because of your sadness but because of his intimate actions.

He’s too close. It’s all inappropriate. You tell yourself that Lord Kamisato is just being kind.

But he’s there when you needed comfort and safety the most.

That night, you fiddle with your necklace. You vaguely remember your sisters giving this to you on your birthday.

A flash of betrayal courses through you. You want to grip and break it from your neck.

You don’t.

Instead of your past, the amethyst pendant starts to remind you of the Commissioner’s eyes.

You lose track of time. A week with no news from Dana or any of your sisters felt like agonizing years. You’ve become restless.

Every day, you ask where Ayato is.

“He’s working hard to investigate your case, Lady (Y/N).” The staff says. Their eyes that once filled with joy upon seeing you are now laced with concern and pity. “We do not know when he’ll be back.”

You knew that you were the black sheep of the nymph village, and it’s something that you accepted long ago. Still, you thought that Danalise would still fight to take you back because you trusted her as your eldest sister and your leader.

You hate that she abandoned you. You also hate that you still longed for your sisters’ presence more than anything else.

Your footsteps patter on the wooden floor. "Sir Junichi, do you know where my necklace is? One with an amethyst pendant. It’s been missing since last night."

“Good morning, (Y/N)." The old man sneezes. On his hand is an elegant but dusty wedding dress, the colors still vibrant and the fabric with no frays despite its old style and age.

You vaguely remember it worn by the Kamisato matriarch in one of the portraits hung by the dining room. Why is he holding that? "I’m not sure, but I think I saw one in Lord Kamisato's office."

A faint blush appears on your cheeks when you remember the day you spent with the head of the house. "Thank you."

There was no one inside Ayato’s room, despite him being home. On the table, the rare sight of organized documents greeted you. Several letters and a freshly inked fountain pen rest by the windows. Souvenirs from Lady Ayaka are displayed on the shelves, all with no dust. A picture of him, Thoma, Taromaru, and Lady Ayaka together in a festival is delicately pinned on the corner of the makeshift bulletin board. The sight warms your heart.

Carefully looking around, your necklace glints whilst hung on the high cabinets. You tiptoe and pull. It barely budges. You reach out and swiftly grab the necklace that the cabinet doors open.

Dozens of empty bottles roll out and you shield yourself from the fall.

A faint rotten but familiar smell invades your scent. Your heart sinks to your stomach.

You jump on your feet and run before colliding with a body. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here–"

"Thoma!" You shout as your voice shakes in fear. "He's lying! He violated me!"

"What– who violated you? Please, breathe and calm down."

"Ayato-- Lord Kamisato–" You gasp out, realizing that Thoma is Ayato’s closest friend. "There was no one else in that forest, just him, I saw him– and he said I was violated before he arrived, and that doesn't make sense because he was there before I blacked out! Thoma, please, I know I sound crazy, you have to believe me," You tremble.

In the midst of your frantic words, Thoma appears confused. "You're saying that… it was Lord Ayato who had violated you?" He whispers carefully, hesitant with his words. You nod urgently.

Your thoughts were racing, but you knew one thing: you must get out of this place now. Thoma have always been kind, patient, and understanding, so he will believe you–

"--don't think Thoma believes a word, don't you? Leave us, Thoma."

The housekeeper pulls away from your embrace, curtsied 'm'lord' before exiting and shutting the kanban behind him.

You freeze. You should have known where his loyalties lie.

Behind you, you hear Ayato pick up one bottle. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, (Y/N)."

You grit your teeth. “Find out what.”

“Playing dumb now that I’ve arrived?” He laughs. It sounded melodious when you first heard it; now it twisted your guts. “Not the smartest move, (Y/N).”

“I want to hear you say it. Answer me, Ayato!"

You whimper as your chin is roughly grabbed from behind, forcing you to face him. “I get that you’re upset, but I don’t appreciate the disrespect, princess. Now, let’s start.” He clasps his hand around your arm firmly. “Took you roughly two weeks to find out. Guess there's no denying that now, huh?"

"Please spare me your explanations, Lord Kamisato," You cried out, hurt and betrayal in your eyes. "I'll make sure that everyone in this Estate knows how much of a degenerate you are–let go of me!"

“The Estate," He whispers, voice a low rumble in your ear. "Is mine. Thoma continued his duties per usual after walking out. Ayaka is happy I finally found a fitting partner to continue our bloodline. My servants always kept an eye on you whenever I was gone. I watched your every move, darling."

"Your pathetic attempts to escape will be halted, and you'll end up in your room again. Worse, on mine," You pulled around and trashed, screaming and shouting and fighting before a bottle was opened, and you inhaled that scent again. "Breathe, my love.”

When you wake, your body was already in the throes of passion.

"Feeling good, love?" Ayato sighs, lost in the pleasure. He thrusts slowly inside you. "Look at us, spending the night in each other's arms like that day in the forest."

He leers at your panicked form, seeing your eyes go wide. He’s naked, and in the corner of your eye, you see his clothes discarded haphazardly in a pile mixed with yours. "Nymphs are easily swayed, aren't they? It only took a few threats to convince them to give you to me. They didn't even want money. They immediately agreed to leave you defenseless so I could finally make a move after all these years.”

You freeze and shut your eyes in response. He tuts and squeezes your neck, so you open your eyes again in fear. "Listen closely, (Y/N). You want to know the truth, right?”

“See your sister’s little cabin right there?” You squeal as Ayato grips your waist and sets you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. “That’s where she does her little experiments, no? Did she tell you what she was brewing that day they left you on the river?” You whimper in response, dreading whatever he will say next. You don’t want to believe it.

Ayato laughs, his hot breath ghosting your neck. You shiver in response. “That’s right. The aphrodisiac I’ve been pretending to ‘investigate’. I guess I still have to thank her.”

He embraces you closer, a hand snaking to cup your tits. You try to slap his hand away, but he grasps your wrists with his other hand. "Ah ah. You need to behave if you want me to tell you the whole story.”

“I have no use for your stupid stories,” You spat.

“Really now? Don’t you want to know what happened to your sister who wanted to seduce my father?”

“You have no answer. All your life, you’ve always wondered if someone out there knew the truth.

He speaks before you say your answer. “Little one… no one poisoned my father.”

You stop. “What?”

Ayato hums. “It was an accident; he explored the woods one night and accidentally ventured too deep until he was lost, tired, and hungry. Fortunately, he saw a cabin. Your sister’s cabin. Unfortunately, your sister stupidly stored her toxic potions near the entrance door. With no light, he accidentally knocked down one strong enough to kill him. One small bottle was enough to take his life," He whispers. "It’s been ten years since then. Nobody knew but me… until I decided it was time for your clan to face the repercussions."

“That hag Danalise begged; you know. She asked that I spare the rest of you from punishment and take her instead. But I wanted nothing to do with that stupid wench.” He suddenly bites down your neck, and you yelp. He then caresses the hickey with his tongue to soothe the area. “But you, my dear (Y/N)…” He growls. “I wanted everything to do with you.”

You don’t want to believe it. Under the night sky, wetness dripped from your pussy to his thighs, reminding you that his thickness had been inside you twice without you knowing. This bewitching, powerful man is utterly, completely obsessed with you.

"So I became the sacrificial lamb?" You hiccupped. “Jokes on you, I’m the worst one. Any of my sisters could’ve been a better pick.” You press on. There’s nothing to lose anymore. Everyone you knew betrayed you.

"There’s that sad look on your face again." He gently takes your chin to face him. A look of adoration crosses his eyes and you look away, feeling vulnerable. “I picked you, (Y/N). Not any of them. You.”

"After my father's death, I was angry. I loathed your family. I instructed my people to watch out for you nymphs, especially those who dare go near our territory," He whispers, and you reel back. "Imagine my surprise when my people told me there was one naive enough to bathe alone in the forest. I had to go and see you for myself. Then I saw you… your body, naked as the night… your curves glistening in the moonlight."

“My decision was made from then on.” You don’t resist when his hand drops down to your pussy and starts to rub your folds. Your aching core is overstimulated and sensitive at the same time. “An eye for an eye. You shall be my wife, and I will do anything I can to ensure you’ll be mine.”

His hand stroking you, rubbing you in places that no one ever had, has your mind reeling from pleasure. In your calmer state, you’ve become less resistant to his touches, and your body starts to ache for more. Your face flushes at the sound of the slick between your thighs.

You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

He grinds his palm to your aching clit, and you moan. “Ah—my lord!”

Ayato smirks and lets out a small laugh. “That’s a good girl. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispers, nibbling the shell of your ear. “I told you I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. Here, lie on the grass," He carefully puts you down on the cool land and spreads your legs.

You fluster at his ravenous gaze, staring intently at your dripping pussy. Laying bare in front of a man for the first time—your captor, no less—awakens something primal inside you. “Gods, look at you. Your pussy is pretty just like the rest of you. Couldn’t stop thinking about this every day for the past month since I first laid my eyes on it.”

Ayato presses his face flush against the inside of your thighs, face dangerously close to your core. You mewl– both in pleasure and shame of him seeing your intimate part up close. "Am I the first man to taste you, my love?"

When you refuse to look at him to answer, he chuckles lightheartedly, underneath, full of lust. "I would've known if you had lain with another, sweetheart. Anyone who attempted would’ve been executed and disappeared." You feel his arm tighten the grip around your waist, possessive and dominating. "Nymphs are famous for their sweet ambrosia, am I right?"

Ayato dived in and licked a strip of your core.

Your hands tighten on his pale blue tresses, unconsciously pulling him closer. "My lord, please stop! I don't want this– oh!"

"You taste exquisite, my darling," He growls. The man feels his chest emitting a growl, beastly and unlike anything he's felt before. "I could eat you up all night and never get tired. You’re the best meal I've ever had."

And he does, slurping and licking for what seems like forever while you moan and keel to his tongue. You're lost in the pleasure, unintendedly singing such beautiful high-pitched noises that sent arousal to his groin. His cock is painfully hard, and he wants to break you. He grips your thighs stronger and circles his tongue on your clit.

You feel a tightening coil inside your stomach. You pant."My lord, please, I don't know what's happening,"

"Let go. Come," He says, and everything around you explodes in white-hot pleasure.

You were too dazed and disoriented to realize that you passed out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you woke up to Ayato pressing soft kisses on your shoulders. "Stay awake, my love. We're not yet done."

Too exhausted to protest, your whole body relaxes. Ayato sighs and kisses your hair, fingers trailing down your strands.

He's proud of the mess he made you.

He cups your breasts and you gasp, body succumbing to his touch. You think it's dangerous that you slowly become familiar and yearn for his touch, but it's not so bad either.

With every touch, you feel appreciated and worthy of attention.

Above all, you feel loved.

You look at him again, naked and skin glistening in the moonlight. His pale blue hair is loose, draping around his shoulder like shiny ribbons.

He's as handsome as the day you first saw him in the Estate.

"Oh?" Ayato teases. "You're the beautiful one here, sweetheart. I am merely your worshipper tonight."

He positions your thighs, opening them once again. You whine when he strokes your tender folds. Between your legs and his is his cock, huge and throbbing with dripping beads of precum. He takes your hand and lets you grip it gently. "You feel that, baby? This is only for you."

It twitches on your hand. You tug it, and he moans.

"It’s—it’s big," He kisses your burning cheeks. "Darling, don’t worry. I would never hurt you. Come, put your arms around me," He places your languid arms around him. Your hold on him is tense. "It's okay, baby. You can scratch me if it's painful; I won't get mad." Your lips melt into his again; your breaths become fogs mingling. "Ready?"

He puts the tip in, and you feel stinging the stretch of his cock that you arch your back and shudder. Your nails leave marks on his back. Ayato hisses. "Archons, you're so tight… Princess, are you okay?"

"Y-Yes," You mutter. "I think so. A-ah… you're so big, my lord."

Pride swells in his chest. "You made it that way. Tell me when you've adjusted, okay? I'm not going to move unless you tell me to," His eyes brimmed with fondness and affection that it made your heart skip a beat. A glimpse of what Ayato truly felt for you; aside from his sick obsession, he was a man who truly adored you and is willing to serve all your desires. "Stay still, doll. Don't worry about me. Try to relax."

After a few moments of shifting, you’ve become accustomed to his size. He fits perfectly. "I-I'm okay. Please… take me."

Ayato goes in deep, fully sheaths himself inside you, and he feels as if everything he’s ever experienced was made for this moment. "Gods, thank you so much for allowing me to do this, sweet girl. I love you so much. Always have."

And so he lost himself between you, the stars, and the mysteries of Chinju forest. He thinks about when he first saw you and swore to himself that you would be by his side and how this was finally the culmination of his dream. He thrusts wild as if memorizing the spots with the most of your pleasure and ram himself like a man driven mad by passion and lust.

"Ah, I should take you back to the Estate after this, no?" Ayato grunts when he feels you tighten around his length. Your spongy walls feel like paradise. "Make you my wife. It won't be easy, but I could clear your name, and your sisters will live peacefully," He reaches out to toy with your breasts, letting them mold on his hand. "I'll give you the best life I have to offer, (Y/N). You'll be mine, and I'll be yours. Just say yes."

He continues, murmuring ramblings that you don't even understand because of the rapture you're in. You feel the coil building up again, and Ayato does too, as he fucks into you faster and almost losing his grip. "Please, let's cum together. Be with me, sweetheart."

Both of you slowly lose yourselves and– "Ah!"

The two of you explode in pleasure, and only the forest hears your loving cries. Your fine nails break his porcelain skin, leaving a trail of red behind. Ayato holds you closer, molding perfectly into each other as you both chase your highs under the night sky. He kisses you again, and you return his efforts this time, finding that his lips are far softer and less suffocating when he’s gentle. You think feel a stray tear from his eyes escape. “Lord Ayato… please take me home.”

"Ah, I love you so much," He whispers. He looks at your afterglow, all dopey and tranquil. He thinks about the necklace you left in the Estate. He’ll give you much, much more. "I'll make a future with you."

#icymi <3

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WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES BACK AROUND

PAIRINGS: yandere!ayato x nymph!reader

WORDS: 5.6k // crossposted on ao3 // my masterlist

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner.” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver from his gaze. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Bathing in Chinju Forest alone at night wasn't the most excellent idea.

You curse as you look around, surrounded by clear waters and tall trees. The night flowers glow a faint blue, enough for you to see a path towards the nearby Torri gate. On the side, your sister’s potion cabin is empty. From here, you can still smell a whiff of whatever Danalise was brewing hours ago before she left.

But you didn’t have to be this careless.

You relax when you see your nightgown still perched by the river’s rocks. There have been multiple accounts of perverts-- ordinary men, samurais, and nobility alike-- stealing your sisters’ garments while they bathe, putting you in unease. This wasn’t your first time bathing alone, but it was your first time accidentally staying until night.

Touching the amethyst pendant of your necklace, you silently thank the Archon that no one has attempted to do such a thing. You slip your clothes on.

Well… it’s further proof that even your beauty paled compared to your sisters.

You shake your head. You chose to be alone in the first place to erase negative thoughts that have been brewing for the past week, and it frustrates you how easily it returns.

No more than five steps into the forest, a small vial silently rolls.

It was too late when you hear the glass crack beneath your hard slippers.

You retch. Losing control of your body, you double over and cough violently.

Your body falls on a nearby tree. "Someone– please– help!" You're scared and confused and alone, senses overwhelmed by the foul scent.

Your head spins. The world turns dark, and the last thing you see is pale blue hair and purple eyes.

"--ord, she's awake!" A voice calls out, and your head pounds.

Everything feels too soft.

Where were your sisters?

Footsteps arrive near you. "Good. Ayaka worries too much, and she wasn't even the one who found this cute nymph passed out on the forest floor."

Ayaka? Lady Kamisato Ayaka?

You open your eyes and see Kamisato Ayato.

On his side is Thoma. Even though you’re not close, his familiar face brings you comfort. You’ve seen him talking with your sisters every once in a while.

You sigh in relief, before tensing up again. You were inside the residence of the Yashiro Commissioner himself!

The man beside you raises his gloved hand to touch your forehead. "How are you feeling– oh!"

He pays no mind, a shimmer of amusement in his eyes. He dismisses Thoma.

"In the Kamisato Estate, inside one of our guest rooms. You were out for a whole day," The shoji on the side of the room is open, letting in pleasant sunlight that warmed your skin. Inside your kimono is your nightgown from yesterday. Your necklace is still intact.

"I found you unconscious by the river when I was passing by Chinju Forest,” His brows furrow with concern, and you flush. You’ve heard rumors of his cold beauty, but nothing compares to seeing him up close. "I had to take you here to be treated immediately. Worry not, I already sent men to inform your sisters of your situation."

You bow, now feeling the ache of your sore body. "Thank you so much, my lord."

He shakes his head. "You need to be careful next time. Nymph or not, bathing alone in public places is dangerous."

It doesn’t help that the nymph's reputation has weakened over the past decades. We’re no longer the powerful creatures that we used to be. Your eyes remain on the pristine white sheets. “But I don’t blame you. The potion used on you was quite…”

"The potion?”

Your eyes widen. “You plan to catch whoever caused my… unconsciousness, my Lord?”

He puts the small bottle back in his pocket. “With that being said, I require you to stay in the Estate for a week to ensure your recovery and monitor you should there be any long-term effects.”

You freeze and the man gives you an apologetic smile. “It’s protocol, and for the best interests of all people in the community. I hope you understand, (Y/N).”

“O-Of course, my lord! I’m thankful for all of your efforts, and I’ll help your investigation as much as possible.” He smiles genuinely this time at your eagerness.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner, (Y/N).” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Nobody arrived to pick you up one week later.

It was inevitable that one of your sisters fell in love with a clan member. Whoever she was, she had long passed or had gone missing—and even your sisters who have lived longer than you refuse to talk about her.

Rumors say that the Kamisato patriarch was poisoned because a nymph had wanted his love, but he only loved his wife. And so follows the tragedy of losing both Kamisato heads that forced their children, Ayato and Ayaka, to take over their responsibilities and grow up too fast.

As a safety net, everyone kept their distance: weekly meetings in the nymph’s village became monthly, your sisters avoided collecting food near the Estate, and the staff weren’t as friendly to them anymore.

No one from the Kamisato Estate questioned this change. The seed of distrust had already taken its root.

However, living with them proved you wrong.

Upon Lord Ayato’s absence because of the investigation, Lady Ayaka and Thoma frequently checked up on you. You couldn’t refuse when they first invited you to dinner since Thoma told you that Ayaka was often lonely, and it was rare for her to hang out and let loose with someone else. The staff had been accommodating during your stay, even going far to prevent you from doing simple chores.

You felt like a freeloader. When you insisted that you needed physical activity to speed up your recovery, the servants shook their heads politely. ‘The Commissioner’s order,’ they said.

You can still hear his pleasant laughter in the hallways after you bolt to your room. Your scream is muffled on your pillow.

Curse your stupid crush on him.

An hour later, one of the servants knocked. “Lady (Y/N), Lord Ayato has called for you in his quarters.”

Against your will, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock twice. “Sir Ayato?”

Ayato opens the door, still wearing his travel clothes. “Come inside, (Y/N).”

As easy as breathing, you immediately recognize the woman behind him. “Dana!”

You waste no time and tackle her in a hug.

Your sister sighs and pries your arms away. "How have you been doing? Not being a burden to the Commissioner, I hope?" She’s clad in her formal garments, but something weighs down her usually confident stance.

The indifference in her eyes and cold words hurt you. You take a step back and wrap your arms around yourself.

You expected Dana to miss you as much as you did, since she was the only one who paid attention to you and cared for your well-being.

Nevertheless, her presence brought a smile to your face. It felt like home was near.

You shake your head. "No! I’ve been trying to help around the house, I promise!”

Silence encompasses the three of you. Outside, the busy staff continue working around the estate. Some are tasked to prepare a child’s room.

You bounce on your feet, oblivious to the tense atmosphere. “Sister, are we going to go home?”

"(Y/N)..." Ayato clears his throat. You look at him expectantly. "Upon consulting multiple Inazuman scholars, the potion you inhaled was reported to be a… potency potion for nymphs,” He stops, gauging your reaction.

Only the rapid beating of your heart betrays your calm façade. “What… what do you mean by that, my lord?” You ask, voice steady. You don’t want to know. You’ve had enough of potions and investigation. You just want to go home.

He briefly glances at Dana, silently asking for permission to proceed. Your sister, ever so helpful, refuses to look at both of you. Her glossy black hair covers her face as she looks down.

(Unbeknownst to you, she was seething with anger. Your sister cannot find the courage to look at you.)

Her unusual behavior puts you more on edge, like seconds before tittering off a cliff. “L-Lord Ayato,” Your voice breaks. “Please continue what you were saying.”

The whole world stops, and the room expands.

Like that night in the forest, you feel scared, confused, and alone.

You whisper. “I don’t understand.” But you do.

Your sister prances around the room, her heavy steps pounding your head. “I told you to go home before sundown! Why didn’t you listen to me?"

“Now, it’s highly improper to blame her,” Ayato interjects. Dana glares at him and clenches her fist.

He moves in front of you and grasps your hands. "I don’t want to delay the investigation further. We decided you can't return to our village until we catch who did this. The situation has worsened now that we know the culprit’s intentions."

"But how long would that take!" You shout.

(You miss the split second of anger in his eyes.)

You plead. "I just want to go home, Dana, please. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen."

"You might endanger your sisters, (Y/N)! We are not leading a criminal inside our home just because of your selfishness," Her words felt like death sentence. The last time you saw your sister with a hopeless look in her eyes was after she failed to catch the culprit of the Kamisato patriarch’s death.

Your soft sobs pierce the silence. "I’ll… come back for you when the time comes."

(Ayato’s hand delicately trails on the back of your neck to soothe you.)

Dana’s eyes widen, and she looks away. You don’t hear her whisper, ‘this is for the greater good.’

You’re inconsolable when the door slams and she leaves. Ayato wraps you in his arms. You don’t care if your tears soak his perfectly-ironed coat.

He’s too close. It’s all inappropriate. You tell yourself that Lord Kamisato is just being kind.

But he’s there when you needed comfort and safety the most.

That night, you fiddle with your necklace. You vaguely remember your sisters giving this to you on your birthday.

Betrayal burns through you. You want to break it from your neck.

(You don’t.

Instead of your past, the amethyst pendant starts to remind you of the Commissioner’s eyes.)

You lose track of time. A week with no news from Dana or any of your sisters felt like agonizing years.

You’ve become restless. Every day, you ask where Ayato is.

Being the black sheep of the nymph village is something that you accepted long ago. Still, you thought that Danalise would still fight to take you back because you trusted her as your eldest sister and your leader.

You hate that she abandoned you. You also hate that you still longed for your sisters’ presence more than anything else.

Your footsteps patter on the freshly-cleaned wooden floor. "Sir Junichi, do you know where my necklace is? It’s been missing since last night."

“Good morning, (Y/N)." The old man sneezes. On his hand is a wedding dress, elegant but dusty. The colors are vibrant and the fabric has no frays despite the old and traditional style.

You remember one of the portraits hung by the dining room where the Kamisato siblings' mother wear the exact same dress. Why is he holding that?

"I’m not sure, but I think I saw one in Lord Kamisato's office."

A faint blush appears on your cheeks when you remember the day you spent with him. "Thank you."

There was no one inside Ayato’s room, despite him being home. On the table, the rare sight of his organized documents greeted you. Several letters and a freshly inked fountain pen rest by the windows. Souvenirs from Lady Ayaka are displayed on the shelves, all with no dust. A picture of him, Thoma, Taromaru, and Lady Ayaka together in a festival is delicately pinned on the corner of the makeshift bulletin board. The sight warms your heart.

Carefully looking around, your necklace glints whilst hung on the high cabinets. You tiptoe and pull. It barely budges. You reach out and swiftly grab the necklace that the cabinet doors open.

Dozens of empty bottles roll out and you shield yourself from the fall.

A familiar rotten smell invades your scent. Your heart sinks to your stomach.

You jump on your feet and run before colliding with a body. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here–"

"Thoma!" You shout as your voice shakes in fear. "He's lying! He violated me!"

"What– who violated you? Please, breathe and calm down."

In the midst of your frantic words, Thoma appears confused. "You're saying that… it was Lord Ayato who had violated you?" He whispers carefully, hesitant with his words. You nod urgently.

Your thoughts were racing, but you knew one thing: you must get out of this place now. Thoma have always been kind, patient, and understanding, so he will believe you–

"--don't think Thoma believes a word, don't you? Leave us, Thoma."

The housekeeper pulls away from your embrace, curtsied 'm'lord' before exiting and shutting the kanban behind him.

You freeze. You should have known where his loyalties lie.

Behind you, you hear Ayato pick up one bottle. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, (Y/N)."

You grit your teeth. “Find out what.”

“Playing dumb now that I’ve arrived?” He laughs. It sounded melodious when you first heard it; now it twisted your guts. “Not the smartest move, (Y/N).”

“I want to hear you say it. Answer me, Ayato!"

"Please spare me your explanations, Lord Kamisato," You cried out, hurt and betrayal in your eyes. "I'll make sure that everyone in this Estate knows how much of a degenerate you are–let go of me!"

When you wake, your body was already in the throes of passion.

"Feeling good, love?" Ayato sighs, lost in the pleasure. He thrusts slowly inside you. "Look at us, spending the night in each other's arms like that day in the forest."

You freeze and shut your eyes in response. He tuts and squeezes your neck, so you open your eyes again in fear. "Listen closely, (Y/N). You want to know the truth, right?”

Ayato laughs, his hot breath ghosting your neck. You shiver in response. “That’s right. The aphrodisiac I’ve been pretending to ‘investigate’. I guess I still have to thank her.”

“I have no use for your stupid stories,” You spat.

“Really now? Don’t you want to know what happened to your sister who wanted to seduce my father?”

You have no answer. All your life, you’ve always wondered if someone out there knew the truth.

He speaks before you say your answer. “Little one… no one poisoned my father.”

You stop. “What?”

You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

He grinds his palm to your aching clit, and you moan. “Ah—my lord!”

Ayato dived in and licked a strip of your core.

Your hands tighten on his pale blue tresses, unconsciously pulling him closer. "My lord, please stop! I don't want this– oh!"

You feel a tightening coil inside your stomach. You pant. "My lord, please, I don't know what's happening,"

"Let go. Come," He says, and everything around you explodes in white-hot pleasure.

Too exhausted to protest, your whole body relaxes. Ayato sighs and kisses your hair, fingers trailing down your strands.

He's proud of the mess he made you.

He cups your breasts and you gasp, body succumbing to his touch. You think it's dangerous that you slowly become familiar and yearn for his touch, but it's not so bad either.

With every touch, you feel appreciated and worthy of attention.

Above all, you feel loved.

You look at him again, naked and skin glistening in the moonlight. His pale blue hair is loose, draping around his shoulder like shiny ribbons.

He's as handsome as the day you first saw him in the Estate.

"Oh?" Ayato teases. "You're the beautiful one here, sweetheart. I am merely your worshipper tonight."

It twitches on your hand. You tug it, and he moans.

"Y-Yes," You mutter. "I think so. A-ah… you're so big, my lord."

After a few moments of shifting, you’ve become accustomed to his size. He fits perfectly. "I-I'm okay. Please… take me."

Both of you slowly lose yourselves and– "Ah!"

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naviavu · 2 years

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are you currently active? 💕

hello anon! not sure when this was sent, sorry if i replied to this really late ;-; to answer your question, i'm currently not active because college is taking up too much of my time 🥺

no worries, i'm not permanently going to stop from writing. but i probably won't get upload anything for the meantime.

#navi speaks #i really wish i could write more for you guys!!#i miss posting my works aaaaa #but always feel free to send me asks !#<333

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naviavu · 2 years

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Can I ask if you can do obey me younger brothers finding out that mc lives in an an abusive household? Thank you. No rush.

everyone, thank you for patiently waiting!

tags: reader has a very abusive past, implied sexual assault, gore (not towards the reader), comfort (by the brothers toward mc), overall tackles explicit abuse. please heed the tags and do not read if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. not beta read, very sorry if there are mistakes!

part i (older brothers) // part ii (satan and asmo) // part iii (the twins)

╰┈➤ masterlist

BEELZEBUB

“Beel, if you don’t mind me asking… what was your duty in the Celestial Realm?”

“Hm?” Beel takes another bite of Devilizza. “I was the Heavenly Gate’s High Guard. It was my duty to protect the Celestial Realm from foreign dangers before they get in.”

“What if… they get in?”

Beel chews away. “Then the internal guards will take care of it, it’s out of my bounds. But I will get scolded by Michael afterward,” He flashes a cute smile, little crumbs decorating the edge of his grin. You smile back. You couldn't help it if it was Beel. “Not to brag, but to be honest, that happened only once every century. Lucifer waits for me outside Michael’s study and tells me how great I am for intercepting every enemy at a far distance. He tells me to not mull over it and that Michael has a very big stick up his ass.”

You can’t help but tear up again. Your heart aches, wondering how it is like to be appreciated and have someone have your back.

For someone to acknowledge that you’re doing a great job.

For someone to acknowledge your existence.

Beel feels your head softly lean on his shoulder. And then, your quiet sobs. “MC? Did I say something wrong?”

You force a smile through your tears. “No, Beel. I just… I’m very thankful you had that kind of life. Good people… are a luxury.” Sitting alone with him in the planetarium in the middle of the night, it’s easy for your tears to fall.

Beel frowns. He does not like the tone of your words, and it worries him. “What do you mean, MC? Are there people who were not kind to you?” To be honest, he doesn’t know if he even wants you to answer that. But he knows that he’ll regret it if he doesn’t ask. “You aren’t eating like the way you used to. Is this connected with each other?”

You thought about the times that Beel left you food outside your door, and the times that you secretly tried to throw it away without any of the brothers knowing. “Who would be kind to someone like me, Beel? I’m worthless, ungrateful, ugly–”

He covers your mouth, in disbelief at the words you said about yourself. “You’re not any of that, MC!”

Truthfully, Beel is at loss on what to do. Out of all brothers, he’s the one that immediately acknowledges that no amount of violence can change the fact that you were hurt in the past.

The thought kills him inside and regret fills his chest.

“Oh god. I’m sorry for suddenly saying all that, Beel, please don’t feel bad about me.

He gently wipes your tears with his thumb. “I… I’m concerned about your well-being, MC. Is there anything I could do to help?”

You sigh. “Just don’t pity me, please. Or treat me differently. That would hurt me a lot, Beel.”

He only nods in response, purple eyes glimmering with worry. From that day on, Beel swears to be your protector.

On RAD, he’s like a shadow. He can’t help it, MC, he knows you told him to not treat you differently but here he is guarding you with all his might that it scares your other demon friends away sometimes.

He encourages you to eat healthily and on time. Too busy studying for your next exam that you forgot dinner? Beel will be right outside your door, bringing meals with him.

On days that you would like to be left alone, Beel would give you space. But if days pass, he’ll be alarmed and try to coax you out of your bed to at least take a bath.

You can’t say no to him, can you? It’s the first time that you felt genuine compassion and help with no payment. It’s almost hard to accept.

Of course, he succeeds in bringing your walls down, and the moment you open up your heart to him will feel like a dam breaking and thorns plucked out of your chest at the same time. Relieving.

The thought of getting back at your abusers crosses his mind, yes, his main priority is your happiness so he eventually forgets about it.

But if the moment comes that your abusers try to find you again, Beel will not hesitate to strike twice.

BELPHEGOR

The rope in your hands feels like your life line.

It was all set: the stool on the ground, the strong steel that hung from your ceiling that you nailed shut so that you don’t embarrass yourself and end up falling on the fall after you jump.

It’s so fucking dramatic you could laugh. Barely any people hang themselves these days, you only ever saw that shit on movies for comedic effect.

Guess your death will be comedic too.

You decided to scroll one last time to your DDD for the sake of old times. It was worn, broken, and used.

The only thing you thought beautiful in it is your wallpaper: a picture taken by Beel of you and Belphegor, cuddling in the attic. Your head on his chest. His chin on top of his hair. His hands around your waist.

Oh god, his hands.

The very same hands that choked you to death and pushed you down the stairs.

You cackle, and it sounded too broken to be human.

You’re so fucked up, the voice inside your head tells you, falling in love with the person who caused you your demise.

You finally step up the stool.

Belphegor, Belphegor, Belphegor… I love you.

You practiced well. You wrap the rope on your neck and try to secure the knot.

After a few tugs, you realize that it got stuck.

No, no no no…

You truly are a failure, and those people who told you that were right.

Your mind goes blank and all you could do is scream, cry, shout, as your try your absolute best in tying and untying the rope. You remove your head from the rope and step down from the stool, throwing it on the mirror in front of you and there’s a person–

There’s a person.

Wide-eyed.

Shaking.

Terrified purple eyes looking right at you.

“MC? You– you were calling for me. You summoned me here so I thought it was an emergency or you just wanted to see me,” His voice cracks. His heart beats unbearably loud as he scans the room.

Rope. Stool. Meds on the table. Scribbled notes with each brother’s name on it, with his sitting on the topmost. Your DDD in the home screen, the wallpaper in full display.

And you, oh you.

Sitting on the ground shaking, sobbing, with your eyes so tired and screams exhaustion.

Your heart missed the demon that’s in front of you. Then, your heart burns with anger and humiliation. “Belphegor… I need you to leav–”

He’s by your side, clasping your mouth. “I won’t let you use that damn pact on me, MC. Let’s go home.”

As he takes you back to Devildom, you scream again. Shout again. Squirm on his grasp, try scratching and kicking everywhere. Curse him. Damn him for taking away the only choice in life that would bring you eternal peace. Damn him for arriving at the time that you were at your weakest. Damn him for taking advantage of that weakness again, just like how he took advantage of that day in the attic.

Tell him he's a piece of shit for manipulating and killing you.

Tell him that you're as much of a piece of shit for loving him despite all that happened.

And that you’ll forgive him eventually for taking and saving your life.

The House of Lamentation panics the moment Belphegor brings you home, and you’re taken away by the other brothers while he spends his time away in the planetarium thinking about what you said. He’s so sorry, MC. He’ll do anything to prove that in this lifetime.

He gives you pleasant dreams while you recover. He gives you hope, innocent childhood memories, and bright visions for the future.

His heart beats out of his chest when he realizes that despite all of it, you still long to see his white-tipped hair and indigo eyes.

It’s hard to see each other again after recovery, there’s a suffocating silence whenever both of you are alone with each other.

Then, slowly and carefully, you find yourselves talking to each other again. Laughing with each other again. Arguing with each other again, that ends with tears and apologies and finally, mature conversations.

Cuddling in the attic again. Holding you in his arms again.

Belphegor would never, ever do the same mistakes again.

a/n: and there we go! the last part of the series (hehe… jk… unless) i started writing this for a request, and as i was writing it, it kinda became like a coping mechanism for me lol. i’d like to think that while the brother has different ways of reacting/showing their concern, all of them would still put your well-being on the top. there were a lot of asks requesting for this, and i really hope that everyone who read this particular series is all doing well in their lives and are in a safe place. please take care of yourselves.

#obey me headcanon #beelzebub headcanons #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #belphegor x reader #om! belphegor #belphegor x y/n #belphegor x you #obey me x reader #tw. dark content #tw. abuse #tw. suicide

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naviavu · 2 years

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Can you do the younger brothers with an mc in an abusive household next? In a similar situation and I like the younger brother too You don't have to, take your time and take care of yourself before anything else

hello there! this has been highly requested since last year (sorry for the wait, college has been kicking my ass so bad 😫) and i hope my writing style didn’t deteriorate lol.

tags: reader has a very abusive past, implied sexual assault, gore (not towards the reader), asmo goes apeshit, satan almost, comfort (by the brothers toward mc), overall tackles explicit abuse. please heed the tags and do not read if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. not beta read, very sorry if there are mistakes!

part i (older brothers) // part ii (satan and asmo) // part iii (the twins)

╰┈➤ masterlist

Younger Brothers finding out that MC lives in an abusive household

SATAN

Another one who notices beforehand.

He first saw the signs during your study sessions. He was a strict tutor– there were times that you were so frustrated with yourself that you can’t help letting out a few tears. Every time, Satan rushes to your side and stops the session immediately.

You assure him that it wasn’t your fault that you were dumb. He tells you that you’ve always done your best and he should’ve been more sensitive next time.

Deep inside, he knows it’s from a self-rooted issue. He’s dealt with something similar to his own.

There are countless times he wanted to bring it up but just couldn’t get the words out– he wants to comfort and listen to you, but his rage might get the best of him.

The rage for revenge. Rage for those who hurt you. Just thinking about it makes Satan’s blood boil that he wants to wrap his hands and tail around their neck and strangle. Whoever made you feel and think this way… he wants them to pay.

But every time he looks at your exhausted form slumped on the desk, his anger washes away.

“Satan, can you explain the theory one more time?” You ask one time, tired eyes but still so determined to learn that it makes Satan sigh fondly.

It’s way past midnight and you can barely keep yourself upright.

“Yes, I can.” He pauses. “Tomorrow morning in class after you got enough rest.”

“I’m fine, Satan. I can manage– ah!” A wave of migraine sliced through your head, and you lose control of your hands for a moment. You reach out to drink water, but your hand knocks the mug out and spills coffee on your notes.

And Satan’s notes.

“Oh my god, I- I- Satan I’m so sorry I’m so so…” You’re too afraid to stare at him, and he’s unmoving from where he stood in front of you.

You hide under the table and curl yourself into a ball. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”

Your screams, so shrill and so child-like, snaps Satan out of his initial shock. “MC? What are doing–”

“Don’t hurt me, I- I’ll accept any punishment, please,” At your words, Satan expects rage to wash over him in an instant.

But at that moment, seeing your weak form, almost child-like, scared and terrified of him, flipped a switch in his heart that brought him calmness. “Hey, MC. Look at me. Do I look mad?”

You don’t look up at the blonde, body shaking from where you curled up. He softly flicks your forehead. Hesitantly, you peek between your fingers. “I don’t know? Please leave me alone.”

“I can’t, MC. If you’ll allow me, I’ll take you to your room so you can finally rest, okay?”

“No!” You shout and Satan thinks of this as a compliment. To shout at him and have the guts to spill your emotions in front of the Avatar of Wrath himself. “You only say that because you want me alone so that you can– you can– hurt me in many ways and I can’t do anything,”

With every word, Satan felt wrath flow in his veins and then… rising, rising, and rising like ticking dynamite about to explode.

“-- but… still. I trust you, Satan.” You whisper, gentle and broken. “I know you would never hurt me.”

The wrath stills, simmers, and falls back into place.

He cradles you in his arms and lets you sob on his shoulder. He doesn’t take you back to his room, but he locks the door of the library to give you privacy. He slowly coaxes you to tell him whatever you want, about the people who took advantage of your kindness and misunderstood you. Satan thinks that if he ever has a heart, this is the first time it truly beats and it hurt.

He tells Lucifer himself. It’s an oversight on his part– he should’ve asked for your consent first– but there’s no way that he’ll let you go back to where people hurt you.

“You’re in charge of the well-being of the exchange students so act like it,” He spat, turns around, and leaves his oldest brother stunned.

Your study sessions with Satan will continue, and you notice that he never lets you say anything bad about yourself when you fail to learn something after a few tries.

On RAD, he’ll stay the same. He won’t be overprotective (but still won’t hesitate to throw hands if someone crosses a line) instead, he’ll channel his energy into helping you with your academics.

Over time, he understands that sometimes, you need a listening ear more than a high grade. He takes you to cat cafes, and happiness blooms on his chest whenever he gets a glimpse of your innocent smile.

He will do anything to protect you.

Your abusers on the human world? They will perish and Satan is going to enjoy every single minute that their screams vibrate in his chamber.

ASMODEUS

Everything was going right tonight. You were in The Fall with Asmodeus, and for the first time in years, you felt safe being surrounded by people again. You can finally drink and flirt with whoever you want with no consequences because if anything happens, Asmo assures you that you can summon him using the pact and he’ll be here in no second.

That’s… what you initially thought.

You felt like you were back in the human world again, vulnerable and scared, with your hands tied on the headboard with demons surrounding your helpless body. They mock you, laughing when you shout through your gagged mouth when one of them uses their claws to undo the buttons of your top. On the side, you hear someone tell another to start recording for the ‘whole RAD to see their precious human exchange student put on a show’.

You can’t summon Asmo, or anybody, not when your mouth is gagged like that. The room was spinning, and you think it might have been the drink that you foolishly accepted because they’re your friends, and they won’t harm you.

You blanch when a sharp claw runs on your inner thigh and you sob, shaky and terrified, and they slap you. “Shut up! Just enjoy this– who the hell is screaming outside?”

Head spinning, you can barely make out the words just outside the door. “... has been missing for the past hour– what do you mean you haven’t seen them? How carele-... move, heathen. I said move! Or you won’t like what happens next.”

The door is thrown open. Then, a familiar click-clack of heels walks toward you and you feel smooth, gentle fingers remove your gag. You weakly croak, “Asmo… it was my clothes and I-I was acting like a slut so this is what happens naturally after, right?” You sob. “You didn’t have to come for me. I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just please tell them to not use knives or candles or anything that burns,”

The air freezes around you. “I have to keep this blindfold on, okay? It will only be a minute.” He presses a kiss on your forehead. Then, your pact mark burns.

You pass out from the pain afterward.

You remember being untied, carried, and listening to Asmo’s footsteps that sounded sticky as well as the metallic tang in the air. You remember his soft sobs, murmurs of “I’m sorry” “It wasn't your fault” “I should’ve never left your side” and you lean on his chest.

You remember the panicked cries of The House of Lamentation as you were sat on a tub and cleaned up by warm hands, and in the background:

“Asmo… what did you do?”

“What needed to be done, Lucifer.”

Asmo’s tired eyes were the first thing you see when you wake up. He cries, he apologizes, and he says that he hates himself because it was his sin that put your life in danger.

He won’t leave your side even after recovery. He spends less time on social media, forgets to put the right shade of lipstick on, and you earnestly tell him that you’re worried.

“That day at The Fall, MC,” He shakily exhales. “You told me about how you deserved it and it’s been killing me inside. Who–how– you don’t have to tell me who did it, MC, but I want you to know that I won’t hesitate to sink my claws in their flesh if you asked me to.”

So you tell Asmo. You think it’s unfair that there is still beauty in his fury, as he holds you tight throughout the night while listening to your story. You swear his eyes dimmed a red light.

He urges you to tell Diavolo or Lucifer, and that he’ll come with you. But ultimately, it will be your choice.

More spa days to come for both of you to relax. He always asks for your consent on the smallest of things, and not just consent on physical touch.

He wants you to know that you've always been in control of your life, your body, and nobody can take that away from you.

Immediately Satan to train you how to use the pact without chanting the spell. Until then, he’s not leaving your side.

On days of relapse that you feel disgusting, dirty, and used, Asmo will remind you that you’re still the most beautiful person he’s ever known.

#navi's writing #satan x mc #satan x reader #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #asmodeus x mc #asmo x reader #om! asmodeus #om! satan #tw. dark content #tw. suicide #tw. sexual assault

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guess who’s getting a sequel soon 😫😌

hello !!! can i ask for hcs for obey me boys when they find out that mc is living in an abusive hosuehold? i saw that your askbox is open and i'm just in a really REALLY bad place right now

yes, dearest, you absolutely can <333 may i ask how you are, anon? my inbox is always open if you need someone to talk to. as someone who’s also living in a toxic household, writing this brought me a bit percent of comfort so i hope it also does the same to you, anon! warnings: self-harm, suicide attempt, overdose, abusive household, cursing, sexual assault, overall has very abusive themes (done towards mc), comfort (by the brothers) also not edited

Older Brothers finding out that MC lives in an abusive household

LUCIFER

He knows from the start, if there are any restraining orders or records in your application form.

If there are no records, Lucifer is observant enough to notice the warning signs-- flinching when Mammon or Levi is too loud in the dinner table, your pulse picking up when Satan changes his tone from kind to menacing in a quick second, laughing uncomfortably when Asmo’s hands wander too close where it shouldn’t be, your eyes widening in every tight hug Beel gives, and being wary of Belphie in general even though you’ve made up already.

Prideful as always, he told himself that it wasn’t his business until he started seeing you as family-- regardless if his feelings developed platonically or romantically. His family is his business and there’s no way in hell that he’s letting you go back to the human world if you aren’t safe. He shoots you a text to come meet him to have an important discussion.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you open the door to his private study. What could be so important to discuss at midnight? Has Lucifer... finally caught on? Gods, no no no.

“MC, I’ve noticed some things that...” Lucifer trails off, explains calmly, and it still catches you off-guard. You stutter. You ramble until you’re in tears and collapse on your knees on the polished floor, scared and terrified because you can’t lie or he’ll punish you--

You feel Lucifer’s coat on your shoulders. instincts kick in and you cling to him, feeling like a lost child over again.

Lucifer carries you to his chair, asking you if you’re comfortable enough to tell your story. “You don’t have to tell me, MC. I’m sorry if I pushed you with that question.”

“But I hope you know that you’re precious to me, and I’ll protect you in any way that I can.” He says finished, determined, and you break out in sobs again as you finally tell him about your story: all the abuse, the pain, the unwanted touches, even the one you inflicted upon yourself just to feel something.

Lucifer listens. your abusers are sure not to see another day.

MAMMON

Let’s face it: Mammon is an abuse survivor himself. He might not be good in verbally comforting others, but trust me when I say he’s the best in listening and generally being there for you. It shows in his actions.

You were having your weekly Saturday movie night, sitting side by side when a scene scares Mammon and he shouts. Loudly.

You jump out of your seat and run.

“Fuck, did ‘ya see that MC? Totally wasn’t scared-- MC? Where did ‘ya go?” Mammon looks at the back of his couch. Under the tennis table. On his bed. “Hey, human! Why did ‘ya leave me?”

Mammon hears soft sobs from his closet. He walks up carefully. “A-are you crying, MC? Why--”

“No!” It’s your turn to shout now. There are fresh streaks of bloody self-inflicted scratches on your arms and Mammon’s confusion turns to worry in an instant. “I’m sorry for running, f-for hiding, please don’t hurt me, I’m not gonna do it again I swear-- please!”

When Mammon grabs your wrists, you cry and beg harder and honey, it broke his heart in a million pieces.

He leads you to his bath, where he gently helps you wash your wounds. You won’t stop crying and saying sorry over and over again. Mammon always tried to be strong in hopes to impress you but fuck it.

He is now crying with you.

After cleaning your wounds, he wordlessly led you to his bed to rest. The silence suffocates him, and Mammon knows he should comfort you but he is so scared of saying the wrong thing.

��MC--” “ Mammon--” You speak at the same time. He urges you to go on, and his hands that holds you close shake.

“Mammon... do you also intend to... to-- ravish me?” You ask, looking down on the floor while Mammon felt like everything stopped. “Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone, o-or if not, just please be gentle,” Your voice cracks in the end and Mammon breaks.

“Never in a million years, MC! I-- Fuck,” he sobs, and your own lips quiver. “I didn’t know, MC. I’m so sorry for what happened to you, I didn’t mean to shout and hurt you in the process, I’ve been always like this around you and my brothers and...” Oh. Oh no. Does that mean that there were times that you felt unsafe around him without him knowing? “I’m so so sorry for everything.”

He moves to hug you but stops himself. “Can I... Can I hug you?”

He only does when you verbally say yes and you both sob in each others arms. The night ended with both of you in his bed, telling him stories of your experiences in the human world and your household. Mammon nods and listens, and you don’t see how his tears keep running, but you notice how his arms are snug against your body like he’s afraid to let go.

Mammon also doesn’t want you to go back when your year ends but he will not tell Lucifer immediately, not without your consent.

On RAD, he’ll hover closer when you walk beside him but not with his old greedy, possessive way but because he genuinely wants to protect you. Everyday, he’ll be outside waiting for you at the end of your class even though his own class is located three buildings away.

Mammon would also try to comfort you in his own way: by showering you gifts and trinkets that remind him of you. He wants you to feel appreciated just for merely existing, and that he can see a piece of you in his world every where he goes.

Congrats, you now have a personal butler that would put Barbatos to shame <3

LEVIATHAN

You sometimes forget that this boy is the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy.

He knows the look in someone’s eyes when they are absolutely terrified and about to surrender their life, and that’s the way he sees you one night you were sprawled out on your bathroom floor.

You weren’t responding to your DDD when you’re supposed to be with him in an important raid. Since his Henry is the only person he is willingly going to go out of his room for (and because he’s worried) he barges inside your with no warning.

It’s canon that Levi uses his smell to detect people. So when he doesn’t see you lounging in your bed like usual, he enters the room further to search for you. Only then he notices the amount of anxiety and fear you radiated in the air and he panics.

He enters your bathroom and Levi saw his worst nightmare come true. His best friend is lying on the floor and-- where did you even get those hellsmoke sleeping pills? It’s lethal for humans! “MC! what did you do?”

“I’m sorry, I-I don’t wanna go Levi. I don’t wanna go--” You sob, body shaking and he wastes no time to scoop you up and carry you in his arms. He calls for Lucifer, for Mammon, for the rest of his brothers, and it’s a tone they haven’t heard from Leviathan in a long time-- the command of a Grand Admiral. In a split second, they were all in your presence and ready to help on whatever way they can.

You spend three days passed out on Lord Diavolo’s castle, but you survive. Every single day, Leviathan is by your side.

When you wake, you see him napping against a Ruri-chan plushie. You gently flick his forehead. “Earth to my Lord of Shadows?”

“MC?” Levi gasps, and he immediately holds your hand in his. “You’re awake! I was so worried, everyone was worried, I was too slow and why-- why did I see you in that state, MC?” He cries, and you cup his cheek to wipe his tears.

All Leviathan wants is honesty and answers, so you give him just that. You tell your story, your past, and how it followed you here in Devildom and drove you to purchase those pills in an attempt to overdose. He listens and cries by your side.

He’s not unfamiliar with those feelings of helplessness but it broke his heart to see you suffering from them too. “MC... please don’t go back. please. I-- I’ll do anything to make you feel safe, make you feel comfortable here in the House of Lamentation and I’ll even stop talking shit about myself because that’s what you want just please. Don’t leave. I can’t let you be taken away from me again.”

Leviathan starts going to face to face classes more instead of online classes just to spend more time with you. It’s not so bad going outside when he has you by his side. On the positive note, he gets more chances to make you smile every day.

He gives you freedom to choose whether to tell Lucifer or not, but ultimately convinces you to do it.

You’re his Henry. and he’ll be damned if he ever lost you.

#icymi !!!

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