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[noritoshiikamo]

reassurance [kamisato ayato x reader]

a part of manipulative!ayato series

cw reader is going through insecurity phase, post partum depression post pregnancy, brief mention of needle against skin, penetrative sex, lactation, female receiving, male receiving, spanking, spitting, light body worshipping, reader and ayato both tried to manipulate and rile each other up (failed successfully)

a/n yes this is the last part yes i tried to make ayato a little sweeter but i failed lol yes its not that long i want to retire /j hdjdjsjsj no more longer fics ill probably go for shorter now feel free to hmu would love to hear any ideas we can discuss on side *wink wink*

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you’ve changed.

it was just something you had noticed even without staring at the large mirror in the washroom. you felt different. you had never felt like this, you are not the type to get hung over of changes because you adapt a lot. your entire life consist of running away and adapt so you won’t appear to be interesting. hiding behind the title of shrine maiden worked. you blend into the crowd, stay out of trouble by keeping your words and works true and get paid. but shrine maiden was your old life. it wasn’t your shield anymore.

being lady of the commissioner felt like someone had stripped you naked and put you on display.

you carried his name, his family legacy, his child- you centered your existence around him. you felt insecure. your tilted your head, staring at your bare body in front of the foggy mirror. for the first time in your life, you were afraid of your reflection. your shaky fingers ran along the healed scar over your stomach. everyone said you were a strong mother- a warrior. giving birth to a healthy baby girl was like seeing a someone broke a vase and left it for you to clean. you had to pick yourself up and get your shit together. you didn’t understand the cheering as the loud cry of the baby echoed the estate. you felt tired, disgusting but he didn’t left you. you swore you had broken his bones with your grip, with your own cry. when the baby cried, they cheered but when you cried earlier, they told you to man it up and push. and when you failed, you feared the look the healers threw you.

while others tend for the baby, you spend a quiet seconds consoled by him as the needle sew your torn pieces together. you won’t lie that his word went in one ear and out of the other until he told you he loved you.

“w-what?” you asked, as he peppered your skin with kisses.

“i love you and thank you for going through this.”

you couldn’t believe your own mind. listening to the words escaping the commissioner’s mouth. a soft scoff escaped your lips. you felt appreciated despite all the ironic outcome. but it disappeared once the baby reached his arms. unexpectedly, he held the baby silently, tears brimming his eyes and to your own surprise, you did too. you made that with him. even out of a marriage that started out of seed of spite, you made something grew out of love.

but you still lost yourself.

between taking care of a small growing child, the needy father and his family, you felt naked again. the warm bubble burst when you kept being left alone, fending the quiet night holding a child threatening to burst into piercing cries the moment you set her down. you were exhausted. you couldn’t count the night falling asleep on the floor beside the baby crib, alone and waking up on the bed, alone. you rather go through another 20 hours of labour than admit that you miss him. but silence was louder than words anyway, he knew what you think. his love language evolved as you grew. for the time he couldn’t be with you, he made up as best as his could, his way.

it started small. a glass of water on the nightstand to greet you in the morning. warm bath just enough for you ready to step in the morning. baby changed, showered and dressed and ready for you to breastfeed. until your duty was no longer to serve the clan but to devote your entire time for the child’s growth. but how long could it last until you’re an empty shell of your previous life.

the time you wished you could bother him just to drop off a cup of tea became a hassle as the housekeeper ushered you back to your room as the child screamed for attention. you barely had dinner together. you lost the time you had with him to his own child. and now people won’t stop talking.

they’ve changed.

you winced at the words. you know it even without people pointing out. you did change. you cut your hair in a more manageable way, easier for you to manage and away from your curious child’s grip. you put on a little weight as your fingers gripped the excess skin. you looked tired, eye bags accentuated and longed the feeing of the heavy blade in your hand while you stared into his eyes determined to beat him up to his own game. you tried to shake the insecure thoughts out of your mind, startled by the opening and shut of the door. you sat in silence, waiting for a loud cry and such or the pestering yell from the housekeeper for leaving your child alone too long. your breasts ached. maybe the child is hungry, you thought to yourself as you felt the nectar threatening to leak off your bud. the silence was deafening. you hated it. your feet pitter pattered on the floor and before you could slide the door opened, you were greeted by a figure.

“the baby-” you instinctively muttered.

“what baby?” ayato asked back.

you rolled your eyes and pushed your way out and rushed to the crib. your spine chilled. your lips moved but words choked in your throat as you stared at the empty crib. you turned and ran against a cold hard wall, into his chest. he chuckled. “breath, i asked the housekeeper to take her for the night. she’s still sleeping,” your husband reassured, soft hushes while carefully brushing away the stray hair off your face. your shoulder hunched in relief as you lost your balance, his arms quick to hold your weight up. you muttered something out of relief, thanking the archon or some sort as he rocked you against his chest. “my lady,” he chuckled, “since when you are a believer?”

“shut up, ayato.”

he tilted his head that was inching closer and closer to yours, “make me.”

something ignited in you when your lips touched. your mind scrambled to think of the moment that matched and it brought you to the night he took you to the firework festival. it was from far, your growing body inching closer to your due date weren’t meant for long travel so you settled by the ledge of the estate. you remembered the moment so fondly because you didn’t remember the fireworks going on the back but the feeling of his lips pressed against you in the quiet, empty estate. you didn’t dare to look him in the eyes, buried your face in the crook of his neck. “i thought you were busy.”

“you need me. no one is important right now.”

the words echoed in your head. your fingers grabbed the corner of his shirt as he shrugged the jacket off his shoulder. the armory clanked on the floor. “should i ask why is my wife running out of the bathroom bare naked or should i wait for a bit?” he whispered naughtily into your ears. your face warmed up as you suddenly felt so aware of his arms wrapping around your bare waist. “shut up,” you whispered below your breath, but loud enough for him to catch. you stayed in each other arms, something you hadn’t done in a while. you counted the rate of his heartbeat with the palm pressed against his chest. “you’ll catch a cold. i don’t want you to be sick,” he tried again, fingers bare rubbing circles on your back.

“make me warm then.”

his chuckles echoes in your ears. being bold isn’t something he was surprised anymore, but it felt good in his heart to know that he was still needed. you knew, you could feel his heart skipped a beat. “well, i could never say no now that you are served on a pretty silver plate.” he kissed you again, slowly backing away. your feet followed as he led you to your bed. his kiss never broke off, ayato was getting good at this. the undressing was quick. even after months of no intimacy, it was like your brain had been doing this for days. the undoing of his vest and belt and pants came so naturally to you. it felt good when his bare chest rested against your mounds, his toned arm wrapped around your waist with his hand gently holding your neck as he lowered you down on the soft bed.

kamisato ayato had learned how to be soft.

because coming to someone so hard-headed like you with such a hard approach was like fighting fire with fire, immune. to tame a beast takes time and effort, taming you was his biggest achievement. lips mould to his own, the sound you made when he touched you was like a reward worth waiting for. he deserved this and you deserve it. “you know how insane it was,” he panted against your lips, eyes wild as he took his time to take your face in, “i spend months, day and night waiting to touch and kiss you again. i’m selfish. i want this child but i don’t want to share you.”

you smiled, hands cupping his cheeks, “you talk too much.”

“too much?”

you nodded as your hands moved to his shoulder, gently pushing him further down, “way too much.” he took your invitation, venturing down south; not without getting a quick taste of your hard buds. your face warmed up, mouth quick to mutter an apology. but he didn’t stop, even with a slight drip of the pale milk on the corner of his lips he continued his assault on your tits. he found it sweet, like you. the more his tongue swirled around the bud, the more you felt wetter. both on your mound and your core.

your moan echoed the room, as his hips pressed harder against your core. you felt impatient and he could sense it as his lips planted kisses down your belly to the small mound. he was like a child in candy store, eyes glistening in excitement. “c’mere,” he whispered, pulling you closer to the edge as he knelt on the floor. he didn’t take his time, fingers spreading your slit apart, tongue straight on your clit. your body jolted in pleasure, held down by his arms around your thighs. it moved in a random pattern then to a circle; his pointed tongue pressed against your swelling clit as your moans echoed the room.

“i forgot how fucking good you taste, my wife,” he slurred, haze in lust as his thumb replaced his tongue and it went lower. your back arched in pleasure, fingers fisting the sheet underneath. you could feel his tongue, swirling around your throbbing hole, teasing with a little jab in and out slurping loudly as the sweet fluid that kept on gushing out. you stuttered his name, room echoed only with his sloppy noise and your choked up moans. you felt dizzy; spit dribbling down the edge of your lips with your eyes rolled up. he was tongue fucking your cunt with his thumb pressing hard but pleasureful circles on your clit.

you opened your mouth, not a moan but a question.

his tongue stopped. his hair was a mess as he looked up. reality hit you like a brick as you propped yourself up on your elbows, brain raking for an explanation. stringy saliva mess connected his lips and chin to your aching cunt. you looked down on him, unsure if your words had ruined the moment.

would you still love me if i’ve changed too much?

you swallowed the lump in the back of your throat, the hot sweaty moments put past as you suddenly felt that heaviness weighing on your chest. he rested his cheek against your calf, breath tickling as he planted a kiss on your skin, “now why would my love ever think of such odd question?” ayato wondered, fingers lightly brushing against your inner thighs, “is that what has been bothering you?” he planted more kiss. “you think a little skin here and there, your hair or the fact that our child is latched to your breasts more than i’ve ever did is going to change the amount of love i had for you?” his brows jolted as his hands hooked underneath your legs pushing you backward on the bed. you gasped, as he pinned your legs downward, carefully not to hurt your body. his eyes curled into a smile so soft but his lips reflected otherwise. his breath hovered over your aching cunt again. your eyes met briefly.

“it would never.”

you threw your head backward, spine slowly arched as his hoarse tongue ran a long swipe along your folds up to your clit. it was getting harder to control the noise you were making, thighs begging to close on his head, unable to take the constant assault of his tongue pushing you closer and closer to edge but he kept it apart. you will not deny him of this pleasure. the tensed knot in your belly snapped in a second as you gnawed down your fist, muffling your scream from breaking the silence of the night. this is what you’ve been missing. the thigh trembling, cunt numbing from waves of pleasure that he won’t stop assaulting until he got every single drop of your sweet, sweet mess on his tongue. whatever ayato wants, he will get it.

still high from your orgasm, you could feel his lips peppering your sweaty skin with his kisses, mouthing along of how a good wife you were, sending more chills down your spine. his words were drowsy, sending your head spinning. it felt like an out of body experience, watching as he covered every inch of your skin with his kisses. “ayato, lay down,” you muttered, holding him by the chest. his brows shot up in confusion, cock already aligned against your cunt. “why?” he asked nervously.

“that’s not a request, it’s an order,” you muttered, a half of smile plastered on your face.

shrugging, despite a look of protest visible on his face, he followed your request. as you sat between his legs, you couldn’t help to how lucky you were. he rested against the bed post, wandering what was your next move. you could hear his sharp intake of breath as your fingers danced along the inside of his legs. his muscles tensed the closer you were to his crotch. he watched your intensely, clouded with excitement and curiosity. his cock rested against his belly, hard and warm and the moment your cold hand wrapped around the length, it twitched. not that you had any reference, he was your first and to his words, your last. you never had a moment to marvel on his, fingers running curiously along the bumps of vein as more pre cum started to drip along the length. you gave more strokes, eyes glued, head tilted in fascination. running your thumb along the slit, you couldn’t help but wondered how all of it fit.

bending down, you pressed a kiss on the tip, tongue lapping lazily on the slit.

“y/n,” he warned, disliking the idea of being teased.

you looked up, head slightly tilted on the side, no regrets in your mind, “beggars don’t get to choose, they get what they get.” the light roll of his eyes meant something to you. you knew the line at heart, it was his lessons; your punishments. your tongue moved again, slowly around the head before pulling back with a gentle pop. he stared mouth agape, cheeks flushing as strings of fluid connected you to his cock.

you weren’t punishing him. you were just learning about him better.

when you kissed his cock, his body twitched. when you looked up to him hazy, he flushed.

so when you took his entire length down your throat, it was excited to see how his hips bucked upward. you never heard such colourful words escaped melodiously out of his lips, hand quick to grab the base of your neck. “s-slow down,” he chuckled nervously, yet his action spoke the opposite. you held down well, pulling out with your tongue swirling along the length but never enough to pull out. you hummed and bopped, sucking on the tip and making sure that his tip hit the back of your throat every time. it made your cunt squirming, aching when you could taste him.

pulling out for a breather, your hands took the position, making sure that his cock was constantly occupied and ready for you. every stroke made the man swallowed faster, breath hitching when your hand sped up. you caught a glance of him; head back, eyes half opened holding back moans out of his throat. you leaned kissing his neck, jaw until you were looking in his eyes planting kisses on his lips.

“do me a favour?” you mewled.

he was almost breathless, “whatever you want.”

“fuck my throat please?” you batted your eyes, pleading with your eyes always work. he could never say no that, excitedly pushing your head down. you grew to like it, looking up with your glistening eyes as he kept a steady thrust in your mouth. his deep muttering of fucks echoed with the squelching of your throat throughout the room. you kept your fingers tight against his thighs. gagging sound was all he could hear from you, letting out moans of pleasure as a praise. “that’s my good girl, keep it wise.” he knew your limit, he trained you for this. you were so obedient, it made him obsessed. his cock twitched even more when tears started spilling down your cheeks.

“fuck, baby spread your legs a bit. i want to see you touch yourself.”

you did happily. you were more than wet, you could barely rub your clit. your moans only provide more stimulation to his cock every time it hit the back of your throat. it was a blurred sense of reality. both of you couldn’t take it anymore. “fuck, fuck, i’ll fucking cum if you keep doing that, c’mere,” ayato gasped, pulling you off. it was the sense of urgency as you kissed each other, climbing on his laps. his shaky hands welcomed you, while you scrambled to align yourself. you drank of each other’s gazes, swallowing the moans as you sank yourself down on him. you were breathing heavy, it was months ago when you had him deep. even with the amount of wetness you were, adjusting to his length took some time. he peppered kisses all over your face, shushing you, a hand on your waist gripping tight, “slow down, you’ll hurt yourself,” he warned, holding your face, teasing your lips with kisses. you shook your head lightly, his warning fell on deaf ears because all you wanted was all of him in you.

“i want you now.”

he grinned, “i know you do, but if i break you again, i will have to go back to fucking my hand and it’s not that much fun.”

his finger brushed against your cheeks, “go slowly, you’re so fucking tight i can fucking cum right now.” your thigh trembled. you chose to play the teasing game and it was eating you alive. you are aching for the fullness, desperate to be fucked blissed out of your mind. you deserved his entire attention. “for someone who spend the entire marriage begging me to slow down, you surely look disappointed right now,” he teased, biting lightly on your pouting lips, “so desperate for me to fuck your little cunt huh?” you rolled your eyes.

“ayato, your little lessons bore me, are you gonna keep teasing me or are you going to fuck me?”

he was taken aback by your brashness, a small proud smile etched on the corner of his lips. “keep running your mouth like that, i’ll keep you high and dry, my lady,” he warned playfully, jolting his hip upward like a tease with his grip on your jaws left it aching. you obeyed his silent request, cunt pulsing excitedly as he spitted in you, patting your cheek proudly like an obedient dog when you swallowed. he took his sweet time teasing you that you didn’t realise you had him whole all along. you could feel his pelvic against your bundle of nerve, a little wiggle was enough to make your body tingled. “there we go, you need to be a little patient. we do have all night you know?” his hands roamed lower, excited to see the familiar bulge in your tummy where his cock sat. you continued to rock your hips, hands against his chest, grinding against his bone. his hands against the hips helped, occasionally landing a playful hit against the fleshy side. the fullness you crave was aching, you wanted to move.

“please can i move?”

he grinned, rubbing your thighs, “always so eager to please, of course you can,” he leaned forward, warm breath brushing your ear, “but you’ll cum when i say you can.”

he always need some control—as if looking down on you with both hands against the back of his head, leering on your body wasn’t enough. your fingers dug deep against his abs as you moved your hips. as long as you are moving, you were in control. ah the false control you knew but chose to ignore. it felt so lewd to look at him as you selfishly chase for your high, milking him of his own. his tongue licking his lips hungrily as his gaze glued to your bouncing tits. every time you whined and lids moved to close, he clicked his tongue. your cheeks grew warmer.

“keep your eyes on me, y/n-chan.”

your lips trembled, choking on your words only managed to let out a chortled whine. you forced your gaze on him, earning yourself a pretty proud smile. he was red all over, beads of sweat coated his skin and lips apart with every deep thrust you could hear his own whine. his hand moved to brace himself against the headboard, knuckles whiter than the sheet. your body pressed against each other as his lips found its way back to your tits. swirling around the bud, lapping and grazing his fangs against it eliciting more of the sweet, sweet nectar. his fingers dug deep against your back deeper as you lower down as if to push himself deeper, leaving crescent marks and bruising your cervix. he pant, switching from one breast to another. you ran your hand through his luscious lock, eyes crossed path again. knowing all the signs, you pushed his head back, pinning him against the board by the shoulder.

“nu’uh, you’ll cum when i tell you to.”

his laughter echoed the room, “we don’t play that game here.”

you squinted your eyes, shaking your head, “no, we play it fair and square and you are about to cum.”

“so? you think one cum will get me done, baby, i can go all fucking night. i’ll get the second right back in you.” his threats send shivers down your spine but you weren’t about to bow down. he married for your stubbornness, he paid the price. despite the banter, your hips continued to move, pooling more of your mixed arousal down to his thighs. you could feel his body tensing underneath you, your tightened walls started to feel a little too much for his cock. you were doing him a favour by pulling out the moment he could taste the release. the red angry tip now resting against your belly outside. you tried to shove his disappointment down with a kiss, unable to hide your little smile against his lips.

oh, he will play your game.

you thought he thought he won with his hand against your head pushing against the bed with your ass propped up. your giggles didn’t last long the moment he slipped inside you so easily. his pounding were merciless. you bit your tongue, hissing into the bed as he continued to land more spanking against your cheeks until it was sore. you didn’t dare to speak, knowing this is all on you, the one who started it. the stinging pain and his cock rearranging your inside intertwined in such a pleasureful way; all you could muster out of your throat was his name in repeat. like a prayer, like a beggar begging for more. “you could’ve say that you want me to fuck you like a whore, i would’ve bend you over from the start,” his fingers weaved along your hairs yanking your head upward, “since when is my sweet little wife is a big fucking tease?”

you were little fucked in head, he made you like this. you love the time he would make love to you, but a little fucking is nothing compared to that. you craved his harshness.

“does it hurt baby?” he cooed, mocking your weak whimpers with each words emphasized by his cock hitting your sweet spot, “want me to stop? just say the word.”

you shook your head, “h-harder,” you mewled, gripping on the sheet. the hell you’re giving up this opportunity. the different position was a bliss, you could feel his cock against your gummy walls raking, every thrust up to your throat knocking breath out of your lung. every time he pushed your lower back, he hit different little sweet spot you didn’t even know you like. your squeals and curses were his praises. his hand made his home against your throat, pulling you up against his chest. your muffled moans echoed louder around the room as his lips latched against your neck, the other found your throbbing clit. “f-fuck fuck, m’gonna cum,” you cried, clawing on his wrist. he disapprovingly hummed, biting harder against your skin until iron overwhelmed his taste buds. “you can hold it, that’s least you could do after denying mine,” he locked your neck, moving on to where your pulse pounded heavily, lapping the skin above it hungrily.

you were drunk in pleasure, seeing stars in your eyes as his pace grew faster. he didn’t even stop when you were squirting, dripping down the thighs, the resistance made it more fun for him to fuck through. thanks to his hand around your throat, you would’ve slammed your face down. he constantly reminded you that you asked for it, that you can take it. his thumb circled harder against your clit, enjoying the pulsating walls around his cock. you fought to close your thighs together, overwhelmed by the pleasure. your trembling thighs were just a warning that you were closing to the limit. yanking your head backward, he kissed you ferociously. “s’close, does my lady want cum on my cock?” he cooed, happy to see your little nods with tears down your face. you looked so pretty when you cry, but he had to do it. with a pouty lips and a weak apology, you gagged on his heavy fingers on your tongue. he wasn’t planning to wake everyone up this late.

you liked it anyway, he could feel you sucking on the digits.

he focused on his thrusts and palming on your leaking chest. rolling on your hardened buds with his two fingers, you trashed weakly against his arms. he hushed you, reassured you that he would take care of everything. you were getting sore, from his unfaltering thrusts and his skin slapping against your sore ass. your teeth clamping against his fingers didn’t hurt at all, he was high on pleasure and adrenaline. “that’s it, give me all that, lemme see you cum on my cock,” he kissed the back of your ear, another one of your weak spot. your fingers dug into his arms, the knot in your belly tensing and threatening to snap any seconds. you got all blurry, seeing stars; probably tasting some as you rest you head back against his. your words were incoherent slurs of pleas when his free hand moved back to your clit. it didn’t take any longer for your second orgasm to finally hit you like a wave. your head spun in pleasure. he showered you with praise, slapping lightly against your aching cunt. your body jolted, the oversensitiveness from the second orgasm you had for months after giving birth was catching up on you.

ayato wasn’t unfazed, fucking through your orgasm, ignoring your weak whimpers to chase his own high. the pain of your teeth against his skin was apart of his high, listening to his words and whines mixing making more nonsensical noise which was ignored, thrusting desperately into your oversensitive cunt. he was getting rougher and desperate as he rocked you and the bed underneath.

the walls hadn’t heard the loud sloppy sound of his cock jackhammering your cunt in a long time and he couldn’t hold his loud mouth as he felt it coming. the high he was denied was so close he could feel it at the tip of his tongue. a couple more thrusts and he unloaded himself in you, painting the inside full of his cum. he groused and tensed, his own body shaking in pleasure. he was more surprised that he could last longer than you, hips still moving slowly halting into a stop when he was sure he had filled you up of his entirety. filling you up full of his cum was the highlight of his day, something he could never get tired off. maybe this one will stick again, he smiled against your skin. your jaw ached as his fingers left you, replacing with the softest kiss he could muster at the moment. “are you okay?” he asked, brushing away beads of sweat on your forehead, kissing it lightly. you nodded weakly and he spend a few seconds assessing you, laying you down on the cleaner side of the bed. the room was quieter other than the sound of two lovers trying to catch their breath.

he didn’t understand where did the insecurity came from nor did he care but if reassurance was all you need, he would shower it as you needed. he kissed every inch of your skin until all was on your face was a smile. exhaustion left as you found yourself trapped with your legs apart and he was ready to take you again for a second round. holding the base, he scooped the leaking cum. he berated you for being wasteful. you heard it again, those three little words as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. his entrance was a little more smoother and you rolled your eyes in pleasure as he filled you up once more. you asked the same question again. he laughed, kissing your cheeks as he looked down into your glossy, lustful eyes. you couldn’t really focus, not that it mattered if you were listening or not. his words were like a promise; sealed by every thrust against your cervix.

“if i have to fuck you for the whole night just to prove that there’s no one in this world that could replace my scheming little wife, i would. in a heartbeat, in every single universe, the whole tevyat will know who’s name you’ll be screaming. you belong to me.”

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[bettermiya]

Through the Wall

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Inspired by @ninefuckingoneone's comment! It's an honor!

WC: 2.6k Triggers: Kidnapping, Physical Violence, Non-Consensual Touching, Bondage, Stalking, Light Alcohol Drinking / Yandere adjacent. MDNI.

Summary: The man of your dreams is closer than you think. Horror!AU. The Boy!AU.

The job ad boasted an unbelievable salary, which included all expenses paid with a separate allowance, and you would be living with the family in a beautiful old house in the country. Apparently, groceries were delivered from a nearby village and the delivery person had agreed - thanks to generous tips from the house’s owners - to also bring up food from the local restaurants. The whole thing sounded a little too good to be true, but after months of job searching, you were growing pretty desperate. So, while questionably sober and despairing, you decided to send along your resume.

You woke to a response the next day asking for a time you could do a phone interview. Everything was a bit of a blur after that. You did the interview over the phone - the questions ranged from the normal to bizarre (“Do you have any children or family obligations that might prevent you from living onsite and being on call?” “Will you sign an NDA?”). You even did a follow up interview in person at a local cafe with a weathered looking, but well put together looking older gentleman, who claimed to be the owner of the house and the father of the child in question. He seemed a bit old to have a child of an age to need a live-in nanny, but who were you to judge? Especially when the money and benefits were so good. He meticulously went over the duties, reiterated the salary and allowances, stressed that anything you could want would be provided, and reminded you that the job required you to stay at the house at all times except Sunday, which would be your only off day.

Even after going through all of this, it didn’t become real to you until you were in the gentleman’s car with your suitcases thumping in the trunk, cutting through a thick barrier of trees down a long and winding drive. The car passed through a large iron gate that closed after you passed through, up and up to the circular drive in front of the giant country estate. The gentleman gave you a tour of the grounds, the garden in the back was of particular interest to you as a place where you could retreat in the warmer months.

He led you inside, showed you around the labyrinthine halls and the massive rooms- including a parlor, a library, kitchen, game room, and other rooms that had strange, old fashioned names and purposes that you immediately forgot. There was apparently a large basement and attached wine cellar that could be accessed through a door in the kitchen and an attic accessed through a pull down ladder that unfolded from the ceiling in one of the upper floor hallways. The second floor was nothing but halls and bedrooms. He showed you the door to the room of the child you would be taking care of, which was marked with a carved tree with sprawling roots and your room which had a carving of wildflowers. Apparently, these were the only areas upstairs you would need access to aside from the linen closets.

This was all things you had been expecting. What you were not expecting was the doll.

“This is Hajime Iwaizumi. My son.”

It was a life sized doll of a child that looked about six years old, carved from very soft wood. A detailed, sweet face was painted on the doll’s head and soft dark hair was carefully arranged in a short spiked style. The hair was disconcerting; it felt very much like real hair. The doll wore what looked like a school uniform with a blazer, little shorts, knee high socks, and shiny little shoes. You waited a long time in silence, staring at the doll, resigning yourself to the fact that this was likely some kind of television show prank.

It wasn’t. You were introduced to the doll. You were given a schedule you and the doll had to adhere to. You decided, in a haze of confusion and shock, to sign the contracts. After the first month of nannying a wooden doll, the gentleman and his lovely wife told you they would be leaving to return to their apartment in the city. You would have full run of what they called their ‘country home’ and their numbers in case of emergencies, but they would be going back to their separate jobs. You felt a little nervous about being in the giant, quiet house alone, but on the other hand, it was just you and a doll and sometimes the delivery person.

You agreed, and it was probably just because you were alone in the house that strange things started happening. You lost one of your shirts at some point between your laundry basket and the dryer. The house made strange noises from the walls, which the owners had claimed were caused by the pipes and HVAC systems, but they sounded an awful lot like footsteps and breathing sometimes.

Once you woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and thought you saw a figure silhouetted against one of the windows at the end of the hall. You screamed and ducked into one of the rooms, but when you finally gathered the courage to peek back into the hall, you saw it was only the curtains fluttering. The window was apparently opened a crack, enough to let the night breeze in. You closed it and locked it.

By far the strangest thing you noticed was that food seemed to be disappearing faster than you were eating it. One Saturday night, you bought yourself a pizza. You distinctly remember putting the box with a few pieces left into the fridge for the next day, but Sunday when you opened the box, it was empty. You did get a little tipsy that night on light alcoholic drinks you were able to coax the delivery person into bringing with the orders, but surely it wasn't enough to cause you to forget eating the rest of the pizza. Right?

You still keep up the doll’s routine. You feel ridiculous, but it would have been wrong to take the family’s money without doing the job you had been hired to do. You dress the doll. You take the doll for walks outside in a little wooden wagon. You read out loud to the doll in the library. You play music loudly (always loudly, they were firm about this, speak loudly, play the music loudly, as if the doll were hard of hearing). You take your meals with the doll. (Yes, you had to make a portion of the meal for the doll, set a plate of food in front of the doll, then scrape the food into a compost bin afterwards. They were firm about this as well. Sometimes, you leave the room to do something and come back to find the plate empty, but you don't like to think too hard about that.)

It has been three months. You are well into your routine, and, at the end of the day, your life is rather peaceful. You just finished tucking the doll in for the night and decided to take a long, relaxing bath in the antique, clawfoot tub. You lean back your head against the back of the tub, taking in the scents of the candles you lit on the counter and the bath salts you poured into the steaming water before you got in. It is quiet and peaceful. You have headphones in so that you do not hear the strange noises from the walls or the general settling of the house.

Your music is not too loud, but loud enough that as you lay there in the tub, dozing, you do not hear the footsteps.

You don’t notice another presence in the room at all until you feel something brush against your scalp. You lift your hand, thinking with some small jolt that perhaps an insect had crawled in while you weren’t paying attention- this is a country house after all- but what you feel surprises you. Your fingers intertwine with someone else’s. A hand is resting on the top of your head; someone’s fingers slide away from yours and comb through your wet hair. The touch is a little rough, and despite your shock and effort to remain very still in case they did not notice you notice them, you give a little squeak when their fingers snag in a tangle of your hair.

Your hands cover your mouth. The hand freezes. After a few, tense heartbeats, you feel the hand return to combing through your hair. When it reaches the tangle again, the person’s other hand presses to your scalp, holding down to keep your hair from pulling as they work out the tangle. You are trembling in the tub, trying to decide whether it is better to remain still or if you should try to bolt. But the figure is so close, and it would take precious seconds to stand and step over the rounded edge of the tub, seconds in which the intruder could grab your arm or hair and pull you back.

A thick, calloused hand slides to your shoulder and dips beneath the water; the tips of rough, dirty fingers with broken nails slide over your clean skin, leaving smudges in their wake. You feel a hot breath against your cheek. They are leaning over your other shoulder, breathing onto the coil of your ear and down the side of your neck. You can’t take it anymore. You grab the edges of the tub and launch yourself up onto your feet. Your shoulder bangs against the figure’s chin, and they grunt, more out of frustration than pain.

You manage to throw a leg over the edge of the tub, but as you are shifting your weight to swing the other out so you can run, you slip. You fall out of the tub, banging your knee and elbows as you go down. Pain explodes through your left knee, which took the brunt of your weight when you hit the tiled floor, and you cry out. You’re screaming now, because you’ve remembered screaming is what you should be doing. You can hear the heavy footsteps approaching from behind you, slowly. Then a sound echoes through the halls and both your scream and the intruder’s footsteps go silent.

The doorbell.

You remember now. You had called in a food delivery before getting in the bath. Something from that Italian place you like and wine. You had been planning to be freshly washed and smelling of your body spray and shampoo when you opened the door. You were going to flirt with the cute delivery person, invite them inside… With renewed purpose, you scramble to your feet and dash out of the bathroom into the hall. The intruder must have been surprised by your speed, you think, because the heavy footsteps take their time to follow you. Maybe the intruder is debating whether to stay or flee now that someone else is here.

The delivery person has saved your life, you think. You’re going to give them the biggest tip of their life. You practically launch yourself down the stairs and skid across the foyer. You’re naked and dripping with water and suds, but you don’t care. You fling open the door and find the delivery person standing there with your food and a bottle of wine. Their face goes through the gamut of emotions before settling on deep discomfort. Perhaps they had known your intentions, but this is coming on too strong. They open their mouth to speak, but you see the color drain from their face as their eyes drift slowly over your shoulder to stare at something behind you.

“We have to go!” You say quickly, not daring to look back. “There’s someone–”

You reach for their hand, but they take a step back. The fear on their face is slowly draining away into something like disappointment. They remain there in the doorway, blocking your exit, but they don’t seem to be moving to help either. The footsteps are right behind you now. Your blood is roaring in your ears. A powerful arm wraps around your middle; the other around your chest. The intruder’s face presses into the top of your head. The delivery person sighs. “Do you need help getting her back in, sir?”

You couldn’t have heard that correctly. The person behind you rumbles. The delivery person averts their eyes. “Sorry, sir. Do you want me to bring the food for you?” Suddenly you’re being lifted up. The arm around your stomach hooks beneath your knees; the one that had been crushing your chest now catches your back as you tumble. You look up into the face of the intruder and find a wooden mask staring back at you. The mask is very similar to the carved, wooden doll with a gentle flush painted on the cheekbones and painted, smiling lips, but where the eyes should be, there are two perfectly round holes. You can see real, human eyes staring at you through the holes.

The masked figure carries you back through the house; you’re too shocked and too winded from your screaming and your brief flight toward escape to put up too much of a fuss. The delivery person is following behind you both. Your strange party goes up the stairs and to the room with the tree carved into the door. The room inside is the same as you remember, except at the back of the room there is a door that wasn’t there before. You all go through the door and step into a small corridor behind the walls. It leads to another room that sends a fresh jolt of panic through you.

There is a bed with thick leather shackles attached to the posts of the thick, antique head and foot boards. There are polaroids all over the walls- of you. You taking care of the doll. You sleeping. You showering. You living in the house over the past few months. The masked figure drops you on the bed and only then do you start fighting again. The figure slaps you across the face so hard you see stars; you don’t fight anymore.

“Hajime!” The delivery person huffs. “Your parents said to take care of them! If you break them, I can’t fix them like I fix your other toys.”

The masked form- Hajime - gives a soft sound then strokes your stinging cheek. “Sorry.” His voice is low and gruff and sounds like it hasn’t been used in a long, long time. Before you can entirely regain your senses, Hajime has dressed you in a pair of your underwear and one of your baggy t-shirts, both items that had gone missing over your stay. He shackles you to the bed and turns to take the food from the delivery person. The delivery person hands it over and waves their hand.

“I’ll lock up after I leave and let your parents know everything went smoothly.” They wave to you then disappear.

Hajime is a perfect gentleman. He sets out the food and feeds you. He offers you sips of wine in between bites. The food is delicious. The room is dim except for the amber glow of a few candles. Under other circumstances it might have been romantic. Hajime’s eyes shine behind the mask. After you stomach all the food you can, he eats a little then settles beside you. You have been taking care of the doll all this time.

Now it’s Hajime’s turn to take care of you.

#yandere iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #yandere iwaizumi hajime x reader #yandere iwaizumi hajime #written by iwachan

[ninefuckingoneone]

I read this somewhere and thought this fits perfectly with Stucky x reader

Steve : Roses are red

Y/n : violet's are blue

Bucky : poems are stupid. Let me fuck u

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #captain america #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #ninefuckingoneone #marvel #avengers #x reader #the winter soldier #steve rogers x reader #the white wolf #polyamory #y/n #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine

[suna-reversed]

For as much i stake claim to slander this man i sure got my gallery filled by him.

Anyways more babi gojo pics bcz u said u needed it 👉👈

gojo slander comes so easy but at the same time, damn this bitch real traumatised😭‼️

also yes I will always appreciate baby gojo pics, thank you sm😚

#this meme is irrelevant but baby gojo and long hair toji yes #vee replies #ninefuckingoneone

[ninefuckingoneone-ssideblog]

You know you can't pronounce "O" while biting your lips.

That's right babygirl do it again.

#random #fuckery #mind tricks #Ninefuckingoneone #babygirl

[books-and-catears]

My Seven Sins: Anger Management

Intro

Tagging as requested: @humans-are-weird-by-an-alien @greenlit-mess @satans-favorit3 @candymeowz @jiminslajibolala03 @yukihaie @s0ggycerea1 @beelsmeal @ninefuckingoneone @captaiinsydd

Satan: Pssst psst MC.

Wrath! MC: *eyes fixed on a book* Satan, if this is for another Anti-Lucifer League meeting, I believe Sleepy MC can take my place.

Belphie: We already tried, but they just started their third nap of the day and refuse to wake up.

Wrath! MC: What a pity. Should have gotten to them earlier.

Satan: Come on, this is serious! This one will work wonders, I promise you.

Belphie: Exactly. Look at this! We got this cursed blue food dye from Solomon. It stains anything for a week atleast! We're going to put it in Lucifer's coffee and shampoo!

Wrath! MC: Given your past attempts, I'm afraid you both are more likely to get that stain on yourselves instead and walk around with blue faces for a week. No thanks, I'm out.

Satan: What is wrong with you? Usually you'd be so excited for these pranks. You're part of the Anti Lucifer League, for crying out loud.

Wrath! MC: I believe you have Lusty MC to blame for that. Whenever they like someone they do as asked. You'll have better luck with them.

Belphie: *grumbling* So Wrath MC likes Lucifer is it? Are you trying to be all protective of darling Lucifer?

Wrath! MC: ..... *Shuts book tight*

Wrath! MC: *death-stares at the brothers* Quite the opposite actually. I despise him.

Satan: Then what possible reason is there for you not to join us?

Wrath! MC: Because I'm not satisfied with cheap tricks and pranks. If you really hate Lucifer as much you claim to, you're supposed to hurt him. Really hurt him.

Belphie: Wait MC, what are you-

Wrath! MC: *a glowing sharp weapon in hand* Quite like this. Watch and learn. *Throws it towards Lucifer climbing up the stairs*

Belphie: NO! LUCIFER LOOK OUT!

Satan: Move, Lucifer! *runs and stands in front of Lucifer to shield him*

Lucifer: What the hell are you two doing? Satan get off me. Also why is your shirt wet and shabby? Go fix yourself immediately. *Leaves*

Satan: What- *looks down to see MC's weapon turned into a waterballoon* MC!? Didn't you just-

Wrath! MC: *smirks* I knew you idiots don't hate Lucifer. Why else would you risk your life for them? Bunch of liars in denial.

Satan: I-

Belphie: ...That is foul play, MC. You can't use illusion magic on us like this.

Wrath! MC: Why the hell not? It's good practice for me. *opens book again* Now if you will excuse me.

Satan: Is it just me or Wrath MC way more intense than me?

Belphie: Well they are much scarier than our usual MC for sure.

Later that afternoon,

Lucifer: *walks in with blue hair* WHICH ONE OF YOU PUT DYE IN MY SHAMPOO?!

Everyone: ....

Everyone: *erupting laughter*

Asmo: Ooh you look amazing in blue Lucifer! Let me style it.

Levi: LOLOLOLOL OMG Lucifer you look like you're in cosplay!

Mammon: Oh I have to get pictures of this!

Beel: Mmmhhhh it reminds me of those Cursed Jello shots we made last month.

Lucifer: I will hang the whole lot of you if you don't confess to this.

Satan: *whisper* Great of you carry out our plan perfectly Belphie.

Belphie: *whisper* I was going to tell you the same thing. Wait so didn't do it either. Then who?!

Wrath! MC: *smiling* I bribed the two Greedy ones to help. Mammon kept watch on the door and Greedy MC did the task.

Satan: ...who knew you are secretly so cunning MC?

Belphie: ....I feel like I'm going to be in trouble soon. I want the real MC back please.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me levi #obey me angst #obey me imagine #obey me funny #obey me chaos #obey me fic

[salemwitchezz]

pairing: lucifer x gn!reader, asmodeus x gn!reader (platonic)

a/n: this is part two to the “am i not good enough for you?” “you never were.” lucifer fic bc a few people wanted it 😁. thank you so much for all your feedback! it really keeps me going! 💞 this was not proofread btw lol.

parts —> one two three

tagging everyone who wanted this—> @thedum1 @yyyyikees @sannan-pyon @ninefuckingoneone @runicorn @nocturnalcreature998

> masterlist <

you had never been so broken up in your whole life.

you’ve been though this before, a break up that is, if that’s what you would call this situation— and yeah, they hurt for a while, but you eventually get back on your feet with a bandaid over your heart.

this felt completely different, this wasn’t the same. instead of simply cracking your heart into two, it felt as if someone ripped it out of your chest, slammed it onto the floor, and stomped on it over and over again until it was ground down into nothing but microscopic pieces of glass.

to put it simply, the pain you felt was unbearable, damaging, permanent, unrepairable.

the post had been deleted about a day after you confronted lucifer about his comment since the ‘rumor’ to the public went by being completely shut down by the prideful demon himself.

just the thought of it made you sick all over again.

a part of you was relieved to not have all that shit he said about you all over the internet anymore— but it was due to do it’s damage in no time.

and that’s why the other part of you felt distressed with a mixture of the heartbreak lucifer drowned you with. you couldn’t think straight, you had too many emotions flooding you at the same time. you didn’t want to go out anymore, you didn’t want to face or talk to anyone. you didn’t want to do anything.

so you stayed in your room.

it wasn’t long before the brothers noticed what was going on with you, and all of them tried to make you feel better the best they could. you wouldn’t attend dinner because you didn’t want to see lucifer, so one of the brothers brought food to your room every night, looking almost as distressed as you.

you didn’t know if they saw what lucifer said or not, but if they did, they never mentioned it.

a knock on your bedroom door made you glance in the direction before uncurling yourself from the fetal position you were in on your bed, standing to your feet with a slight wobble before padding over to the door to swing it open. on the other side of the door was asmodeus with a plate of food and a worried smile.

he frowned slightly upon seeing your pitiful state, but tried to smile for you anyway. “there you are, y/n. hungry?” the demon assumed, holding out the plate for you to take.

you eyed the food before taking it from him, mumbling a small dull ‘thanks’ before turning away to walk back into your room, but you didn’t get far before asmo spoke up again.

“mc, dear?” he called for you, an uncertain edge to his tone. you turned slightly to look back at him, indicating you were listening.

asmo hesitated before continuing, “do you mind if i came in and talked with you for a bit?”

your eyes casted-downwards, knowing for certain that he’d probably criticize the state of your room if you let him in. the demon seemed to sense your conflict, and quickly added right afterwards—

“just for a few minutes! i miss you an awful lot, so much that it’s been breaking out my beautiful skin. so, please?”

you frowned as you thought it over, not really liking the idea, but let him in your room anyway with a small nod, and you could see his expression light up before he followed you into your room.

the quite sound of footsteps entering your room was quickly followed with a short gasp, and you glanced over at asmo to see him looking around your room in disgusted surprise. you didn’t really expect anything less from him.

there were clothes strewed across the room and tossed into piles, there were dirty dishes stacked beside your nightstand because you refused to go out, the drawers of your dresser had been spilling with the disorderly placed amount of clothes that you couldn’t be bothered with fixing, and your bed hadn’t been made in forever.

asmodeus witnessed every aspect of your room, turning as he did until he met your awaiting gaze, and he stepped up to you with a troubled look in his eyes.

“oh, sweetie,” he cooed sorrowfully, curling a knotted lock of hair around his finger as he took in your appearance now that it was more clear in front of him. “you look horrible.”

you scoffed, looking away from him with an eye roll. “thanks.”

“this is what happen when you stray away from my skincare routine, what did i tell you about taking care of yourself?” asmo snickered, trying to lighten the mood— but when he saw there wasn’t even a trace of amusement on your features, the demon hummed quietly, clicking his tongue. “are you ever going to come out of your room? it gets lonely without you.”

“i think you guys are just fine without me.” you remark bitterly.

“don’t be silly, dear.” asmodeus tsked, “besides, what about R.A.D?”

“what about it?” you deadpanned, and asmo gave you a look.

“you haven’t been to class in so long, your grades and attendance are starting to suffer because of it… it won’t be long before lucifer has no other choice but to do something.”

you felt yourself crack a little at just the mention of the other’s name, and you glared are asmo sharply before shoving away his hand from your hair. “i don’t care about lucifer.”

dragging yourself over to your bed, you plopped down on the mattress, lifting up your knees to bury your face in them. “if you only came here to lecture me, you can leave now.”

asmo watched you with concern, his brain trying to think up words for what to say next, something that would make you feel at least a little better.

the demon silently walked over and sat beside you on your bed, but you hadn’t even glanced up at him. he knew what he needed to say next, but he was nervous you’d react badly to it.

taking a deep breath, asmodeus placed a gentle hand on your back and decided to bite the bullet. “i.. we saw the post on devilgram.. about you and lucifer.”

he felt you stiffen beneath him and slightly lift you head to look up at him, “we?”

asmo nodded in confirmation, “we all did. and we saw what he said about you.”

you broke eye contact with him and rested your chin back on your knees, suddenly feeling the suffocating bubble of embarrassment envelope you. “oh.”

asmo scooted closer to you, draping an arm across your back to console you, lifting the same hand to comb through your messy hair. “now, darling, me and you both know— you didn’t deserve that, not one bit.”

you could feel tears brimming at the corners of your eyes, and you nodded vigorously. “..damn right i didn’t.” you mumbled with a pout.

the demon felt himself smile before continuing, “and as much as i want to tear into him for hurting you, i know he’s suffering the same as you are.”

you let out a wet laugh before sniffling, wiping the tears from your cheeks with your knees. “suffering as in his pride?”

asmo would have agreed with you if this were about anything else, but right now, he knew that it was more than just his brother’s pride that was hurting.“he hardly comes out of his room, only when he absolutely has to.”

you don’t know what to say for a second, but you eventually let out a small sob and shake your head. “he said i was never enough for him.”

asmo frowned at this.

“mc, i’ve lived for thousands of years— and in those thousands of years, i’ve spent most of the time with my brothers. with lucifer. now, i’d know him better than anyone, especially you.” he wasn’t trying to come off as rude, but he had to prove a point to you because he was worried for his brother and you.

“he might think he puts up a good front, but i can see it in the way he carries himself, i can see the look in his eyes— there’s something bothering him, and i know it has something to do with you. whatever he said to you, he said it in the moment. i know a part of you knows that, mc.”

there was a moment of silence, and he could practically hear every single little thought that went through your mind before you sat up slowly, pulling at your sleeves. “so.. what? am i just supposed to walk up and forgive him? because that’s not gonna happen.”

asmo shook his head, “that not what i’m saying, i’m just saying maybe give him time to redeem himself, a chance even.”

taking a deep breath, you looked over to asmo, a hopeful look in his eyes as he stared right back you with a soft smile. pursing your lips, you nod shortly, and asmo feels a small wave of relief wash over him as a his smile widen’s gratefully.

you abruptly hold up a finger, “this doesn’t mean it’s for certain.”

“of course! make sure he learns his lesson, take your time, besides..” asmo’s voice lowers with a familiar look in his eyes, and he leans over to nuzzle into your neck. “the longer you take, the longer i have you to myself.”

a small smile finds your lips and you shove him away playfully with a giggle, and he followed suit not long after.

it was the next day when you had decided to finally clean yourself up, look halfway decent and go down the hall to meet everyone for dinner.

once you were there, everyone greeted you with smiles, glad that you had decided to join them for tonight. you were beginning to feel better, glad that you had made the decision to finally stop sulking and be happy with the brothers.

and then there was lucifer.

you were surprised to see him down here to say the least, and by the looks of it, he was surprised to see you too. you noticed he tried avoiding your gaze as much as possible, and you felt your heart clench a little— but then you told yourself that you weren’t gonna let yourself get caught up in your feelings for now, and instead focused on the ones around you that were actually excited to see you.

“i told you mc would come! they just could stand to be away from me any longer!” asmo beamed, sending you an appreciative grin.

“h-hey! i knew that too! besides, i’m the one that saved their plate from beel!” mammon piped in. “he was trying to snatch it!”

beel frowned, “i would have made them another plate.”

“and eat it on the way down to their room?” satan snickered.

the rest of the dinner was spent in up-lifted spirits, and you had almost would have forgotten about all your problems if it wasn’t sitting right across from you on the other side of the table, staring at you with piercing blood eyes.

lucifer said nothing the entire dinner, not even bothering to so much as make an effort to smile. it wasn’t until he just conveniently walked into the kitchen while you were washing dishes after dinner did he speak up.

you heard heavy footsteps entering the kitchen followed by silence, and you briefly glanced over your shoulder to see lucifer standing in the doorway before you returned to your dish duty.

“come to help me with the dishes?” you sneered sarcastically, suddenly feeling anger bubble inside of you.

the silence after was followed by a short huff, and for the first time that night, you heard his voice speak up, “if you’ve decided to finally come out of your room, i’d be wise to return to your studies, you’ve missed a lot and i rather not hear anymore from diavolo.”

you scoffed, typical. “really? that’s it?”

you were answered with silence.

“well, that wouldn’t be the case if it wasn’t for you.”

you could feel his impatience wearing thin from where you were, and soon enough there were footsteps coming up behind you fast, and you whipped around to see lucifer only a few feet away from you.

now that you were up close, you could see what asmo was talking about. you saw him struggling to keep his proud composure, the way he has trouble keeping himself upright, the tired glare he tries to strike you with only to realize it wasn’t working, only making him look even more defeated.

he looked pitiful, but you couldn’t stop the words that spilled out of your mouth, “what? you gonna grab me by my face again and tell me how much of a burden i am to you?”

at that very moment, you saw his mask shatter into a million pieces, and you momentarily felt bad about it before you remembered what asmodeus told you.

his semblance crumbled, and beneath that was eyes full of regret, full of self-loathe. and yet, you could see that he was still trying to cover it up. lucifer hesitated, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something.

“i’m..”

“sorry?” you finish for him. “i bet you are, but you won’t say that, will you?”

he remained quiet, unmoving and looking to the side, unable to meet your eyes. you squinted your eyes at him, “you don’t even know how to apologize correctly.”

lucifer tried to ignore the sting to his pride as you talked down to him, “mc.. i didn’t mean it.” he tried.

“what didn’t you mean?” you asked, crossing your arms as you tried to swallow the lump rising in your throat.

the demon frowned, a contemplated look on his face. “the things i said about you.” he elaborated, “i didn’t mean them.”

you scoff, “oh really? now you say that? thought i wasn’t good enough for you.”

“no.” shaking his head, lucifer gives you a desperate look, one that caught you by surprise as he took a step towards you. “no, you mean.. everything to me.”

you hold out a hand, preventing him from coming any further. “that’s far enough.”

lucifer halted in his steps, giving you a pained look that made you feel guilt stabbing you in the gut like a knife. “you hurt me, lucifer. a few words aren’t going to convince me of anything.”

the avatar of pride had now looked like he wasn’t fit for that title anymore, because his head was lowered in shame. “i’m..”

you stared at him, curious and anxious at the same time.

“i’m sorry.” lucifer finally breathes out, and you feel your anger start to die down, but the ache in your heart was still there. “is there.. is there anything i can do? to redeem myself?”

you continue to stare at him with glossy eyes, both your heart and brain screaming at you to make the decision they both wanted. “figure it out.” you said.

lucifer frowned, not liking the passive aggressive undertone to your voice. “i love you..” he whispered, and you shook your head.

“i’m sorry, lucifer, but your gonna have to give me a reason to believe that.”

lucifer looked at you woefully when you didn’t say it back, his eyes pleading as a last desperate attempt, but you didn’t budge. with that, he took a few steps back from you and nodded once.

“i understand.”

once the silence declared that the conversation was over, lucifer walked out of the kitchen, leaving his dignity behind with slow, sad steps.

#lucifer angst #lucifer x reader obey me #lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me #lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me angst #obey me fluff #asmodeus obey me #asmodeus x reader #house of lamentation

[giorno-plays-piano]

The Serpent King

Pairing: naga!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, allusion to non-con, pretty scary Bucky.

Words: 1044.

Summary: Wandering an ancient castle at night was the most stupid decision you have ever taken.

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Trembling at the sight of a monstrous shadow creeping forward, its scaly tail slithering across the floor, you tried remembering why the hell the thought to sneak into Count Alexander’s abandoned castle seemed like a good idea to you. Surely, you hoped to find a couple of spell books, maybe even recipes of some ancient potions, but you heard those rumors about that place being cursed and a terrifying creature living within its walls, ready to punish whoever tried stealing anything from the castle. Of course, you didn’t believe it. Who in the right state of mind thought monsters still existed, less protected secrets of a place that had been abandoned several decades ago?

You were so reckless, thinking of it as something exciting, thrilling, your own little adventure inside an ancient castle; you had been so willing to discover its dark secrets. Oh, if only you stayed home that night! If only you were sane enough to at least take more protective amulets or a charmed sword... not that they would make any difference, though. The creature chasing you had been immune to any charms, ancient like the castle itself, and you knew you stood no chance against it.

Reaching dead end, the room where you ended up having no other doors other than the one leading to the corridor with a monster following you, you bumped into the large wooden table with layers of dust over it, dirtying your fingers. You were shaking badly, trying to think of anything to keep the creature away, refusing to listen to its soft humming. God, would he eat you alive? Tear your apart, slowly breaking your every limb? Would he grant you a quick death or prolong your suffering? You knew he wouldn’t let you go despite your crying and pleading.

“Say the right words, little bird.” The creature hummed with content, and you saw his horrifying form slowly emerging through the open door: he had been some monstrous hybrid between a human and a giant snake, his upper body belonging to a man, his skin pale and bruised, but instead of legs he had a horrendous tail, its scales ashy black as if they were made from some dark metallic materia.

Hiccupping from terror you felt, you pressed your dirty palm against your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks. The monster was looking right at you, towering above you - he had been at least three meters tall with that tail of his, even his human part twice bigger than normal, his claws long and sharp like razors.

Oh, if only you stayed home tonight.

“Say the right words.” He repeated, getting so close you could feel the scales on his tail rubbing against your legs, almost making you lose consciousness from both fear and disgust.

Yes, the words. Something that would trigger his curse as he was bound to guard this place like a hound loyal to its owner. You didn’t know why he needed those since you were an intruder, anyway, but maybe it was because the creature didn’t see you taking anything that belonged to his master - you didn’t find anything worth taking yet.

Did it mean he would let you go if you didn’t prove you were a thief? As the naga man - he was a naga, one of monsters who were believed to go extinct centuries ago, you were sure - lowered his face closer to yours, inhaling the smell of your hair, you knew he wouldn’t let you go regardless of whether you say the words or not.

“You will kill me, won’t you?” You blubbered like a child, averting your eyes just not to look him into the face, afraid to see the wild expression he wore. “Why would I say the words?”

“I won’t kill you, little thing.” He let out a low chuckle, baring his sharp fangs, and you felt like you were going to vomit any second, your knees trembling so much you barely kept yourself standing. “But you got to say the right words.”

Breaking out into a cold sweat, you felt his chapped lips brushing against your cheeks and going lower as he was softly nipping his way down your skin. Saints, he was almost kissing your neck. He had been so gentle you didn’t even feel his fangs scratching your skin despite your fear he would finish you off in a moment. As the creature leaned closer, you were forced to retreat, bending backwards more and more, but the monster had no trouble moving down with you until his scaly hips were pressed firmly against yours.

“Please, don’t kill me.” You murmured, closing your eyes firmly as the creature put his arms around you like a man would. “I... I wanted to borrow a spell book.”

“Not to borrow, birdie.” The monster grinned at you, baring his teeth again in an attempt to scare you even more.

“No.” You gulped down the saliva that gathered in your mouth, still averting your eyes and looking at the creature’s chest. “I... I wanted to steal it.”

“That’s right. You wanted to steal it.” He repeated, binding your legs with his tail and pinning you to the table while you sobbed, turning your head to the side to avoid looking at him. “You are a thief, and I am the protector of whatever lies within these walls.”

He lied about leaving you be, didn’t he? He would kill you, for sure. How could you trust a snake, anyway? Now he would sink his fangs into your neck and poison you, then devour your flesh till nothing but bones is left. Maybe the poison would kill you instantly, you hoped.

That nasty rubbing of his scales against your hips was making you more and more nauseated as you bit down on your lower lip, hoping it would end soon.

“But if you stay here with the book you wanted to take, you won’t be a thief.” The creature said, flicking its forked tongue, and you felt something pocking at your hip right through the scales of his tail, realizing with horror what these things were. “If you stay here with me, I will be protecting you as much as anything within these castle walls...”

Oh, if only you stayed home tonight.

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[ozarkthedog]

omg i saw ur answer to the ask about cevans with a reader who isn't great with affection, how do you think that would translate into the bedroom? like reader has never been touched before and doesn't really know what she wants? shes super shy at first, doesn't feel comfy naked around him quite yet but she does want to go all the way with him because she knows hes the one? i feel like chris would be so sweet/taking care of her, making her feel good, lots of kisses, sweet words etc

Thank you, Anon! 💙 Follow up to this Ask

Warnings: 𝑆𝑀𝑈𝑇

Chris wouldn’t pressure you at all to be naked around him

He would insist your first time together be under his sheets, wanting to have savor your smell when he falls asleep that night

Chris would be very attentive to your needs and worries, “If you want to stop, please tell me. I want you to feel good.”

His kisses would press sweetly to your lips and face as he got you used to his touch

His fingers would glide the length of your body, dipping into each curve

“I love your body. Your hips. Your breasts. This cute, little bellybutton.”

He’d quiet your laughter with another avid kiss, pressing his tongue over yours making your body quiver

He’d slide over your naked body cautiously relishing in the way your face twisted with pleasure when he ground his hard cock over your heat

“Feel what you do to me, Darlin’?”

 He’d smile into your neck when your hips jolt, instinctively rubbing against his length

“Wanna feel all of me, Baby? Wanna feel me spreading your little pussy open?”

Your high pitched mewls egg him on as he lines up and drives home, filling you slowly and completely

Chris waits patiently while you relax around his girth. Scratching his nails over your scalp, plucking your pert buds between his thumb and forefinger and whispering loving praise.

“You’re doing so well.”

“You fit me like a glove.”

“Love feeling you underneath me.”

His thrusts are slow and steady allowing you to get used to the intense sensations coursing through your body before he starts rutting into you with intent

“Wanna feel you clench down on me, wanna feel how tight this pussy can get.”

His thumb finds your tiny nub, slick and wanting as he circles it with precision 

“Let go. Lemme feel you cum, Baby.”

Your eyes slam shut as he drags the first of many orgasms from you that night.

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[noritoshiikamo]

ARE WE GETTING A TWIN TOJI FIC 🥵🥵

Damn i need to start sending u Toji ffs

yes baby theres gonna be two tojis and a soon in need of wheelchair reader 😔🤲🏽

#tee: answered #ninefuckingoneone

[wri0thesley]

To the anon who thinks I’d let them peg me... think again, brat

- @sukunakingofcurses

@ninefuckingoneone asked: To the peg sukuna anon, whenever you are dear i kin you, domming the hell out of sukuna has been a long term fantasy of mine. And Infront of a mirror is just an added bonus 😋. Let's be besties pls

if enough people want to peg sukuna can they truly overpower him??

#nat.txt #not sfw text #pegging / #braver souls than i bc if i see sukuna im on my knees immediately (pensive emoji)

[ninefuckingoneone]

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity :)

I see you ;)

EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION- DOGS

1. Reading

2. Travelling alone/exploring

3. The night-time(atmosphere and in general)

4. The feeling when i help a random stranger

5. Doing stuff that'll get me killed but is fun

Thanks for sending me this anon, i just came up with whatever entered my mind. Have a nice day!

#ninefuckingoneone #anon ;)

[suna-reversed]

YOUR RECENT ANSWERS TO ASKS JUST PROVES HOW MUCH I FUCKING BET THAT "SMUT" WOULD BE A SLANDER IN DISGUISE

Anyways here's a cute pic for no reason bcz I'm obsessed with spamming this pic (#mygojoslanderhourshaventstartedyet)

Ahh there was but I’ve put that fic on hold for a while😭

THANK YOU THOUGH I NEEDED THAT GOJO PIC KDBDHDBBD

(I only slander fanon gojo because the canon one just makes me wanna get him a therapist😩)

#vee replies #ninefuckingoneone

[sukirichi]

https://ninefuckingoneone-ssideblog.tumblr.com/post/649552764251308032/ok-canon-divergent-gang-but-i-want-to-dom-sukuna

Uk after the sweet lies ending with cute af sukuna, my dom side has been wilding like bro i simply cannot. AND THERE'S NO DOM.Y/N IN SUKU FICS. So i did a thing and here i am shamelessly asking for u to write something like that.

And ofc your daily dose of naoya to hide my shameless thirsts For suku🏃🏃

WELL HOW CAN I SAY NO WHEN YOU GIVE ME A NAOYA PIC 🥵🥵🥵 AND NOT HIS SNEAKY ASS BLADE LOL HE WAS SO SEXY FOR DOING THAT SNEAK ATTACK HAHAHAHAHA ;;; IN TERMS OF UR REQUEST THO, I GUESS I CAN DO A BONUS CHAP FOR SWEET LIES WHERE THEYRE ALREADY IN AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AND READER DOMS SUKUNA JUST CUZ THEY WANNA TRY THINGS OUT LOLOLOL I'LL THINK ABOUT IT THO ALTHO THIS SOUNDS REAL SEKC 🥵🥵💦💦

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #bb moot

[sinner-as-saint]

not really sure what to call them, but the ones @ninefuckingoneone was looking for

@ninefuckingoneone

[books-and-catears]

Old Flames and New Faces (Part 7)

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<- Chap 6 || Chap 8 ->

"Lilim...what are you planning? You aren't thinking of exacting revenge through violence are you?" Simeon asked after sending Luke to bed.

"No. Nothing of that sort." Lilim said, "Death is far too merciful for demons like them. No I have something better planned."

"Why come for revenge...why not save MC when she was being hurt?" Simeon felt his head throb. Too much happening all at once. "Why make yourself look like Lilith and a whole new identity?"

"There were no portals I could access. I couldn't go back to the celestial realm and the earth portal is controlled by Barbatos." She explained. "So I had to diguise myself as an unassuming human you couldn't recognise who has mere knowledge of magic and celestial beings. I knew Diavolo would take the bait."

"So what now?" Simeon sighed, "What will you even do tomorrow on that trip?"

"You'll just have to wait and see like the rest of them." She said before closing the door on Simeon's face.

"Night time trip to the Beach? I definitely like this." Solomon said as he walked next to you, along the waves.

"I know right? It's scary on earth cause well who knows whose lingering in the dark but here? Well it's dark all the time what's new?" You chuckled as you spotted the camp nearby.

"Oh I think that's them! Come on guys, we found them." You called out to Simeon and Luke trailing behind. They nodded and speeded up.

"Any idea what's wrong with those two?" You ask Solomon. The wizard gave them a sharp glance and shook his head. "Not a clue."

You waved at Lily who was looking over the waves. "MC's here! MC's here!" She waved her hand wildly before she came running to you.

You laughed as she hug tackled you on the sand. "Lily! Stop! You'll get sand in my shorts!"

What suprised you most was the brothers. They looked gloomy before you arrived. Hunch backed and staring at the camp fire burning between them.

The moment they laid eyes on you - suddenly they sat up straighter, pulling at their collars, running hands through their hair.

Beel was the first to get up and approach you, "We really missed you MC." He splayed his arms for a hug and you gladly indulge him. "Why did you stop coming over?"

"Missed you too, Beelie. It's been too long right? I'm sorry...I don't know why." You answered. "But I'll come visit more often now. Don't worry."

"MC..." Levi called out timidly, "I... I'm really sorry. For last time. I don't know why I said that. I really don't. I didn't mean it, I swear! Please..please don't hate me..."

Your heart ached at his watery eyes. "Oh Levi don't cry. I don't hate you! I could never! Don't you cry." He calmed down after you held both his hands and smiled at him.

"Oi move it, Asmo! I'm going first! Stop pushing me!"

"Why? Cause you're MC's first?! Don't you get tired of saying that already?"

You laughed as Mammon and Asmo pushed and shoved each other towards you. "Oh never change you two!" You pulled them into a hug together. Even behind your back they kept slapping each others hands away.

"I got you a bracelet too MC! You like flowers don't you? I got us your favourite. A matching pair see?!" Asmo said excitedly slipping it onto your wrist.

"I...saved up too. I didn't go gambling for the last whole month. That's the longest I've ever gone - you're proud of me for that right?" Mammon mumbled into your shoulder.

"Thank you Asmo. And I'm proud of you Mammon." They blushed and skittered away as the others cleared their throats loudly.

Satan suprised you, sneaking up behind you to hug you. He pressed a kiss right on your jaw and breathed in deeply.

"It's been so long since I've had you this close. Let me stay like this awhile won't you?"

You blushed and looked away, "You sure have gotten more bolder than last time."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And besides you've been cat cuddling with Solomon, reading and analyzing books with Simeon - I have to step up my worth, don't I?"

"Enough already, Satan. Release them now. You've forgotten all public decorum haven't you?" Lucifer grumbled as he walked towards you.

"Tch. Of course he has to be the one to interrupt. I'll be back later, MC." Satan left taking the warmth on your back along with it.

Lucifer ushered you away into a remote corner before he pulled you into his arms. His tall form loomed hid the moon from view as soft apologies fell from his lips.

"I know things between us got strained ever since Lily came around and I profusely apologise for that MC. Would you let me fix things?"

"...Lucifer I-"

"LUCIFER! MC! BELPHIE'S MISSING! I CAN'T FIND HIM ANYWHERE! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?!"

Beel's desperate shouts pierced through the sound of waves. Lucifer and you sprint across the beach to get to him.

Why do these things keep happening?!

Simeon and Luke went off sprinting into the sea without another word after Solomon cast a water spell on them to help them breathe.

"She took him." Solomon said to you grimly. "Lily dragged him to the sea."

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