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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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Eight Tries //Obey Me Yandere! Asmodeus x reader //

Thank you so so much for this wonderful prompt @feedmestraycats. Icon made by the lovly @bbelphie!

TW: attempted suicide, mention of rape/noncon, gore, murder, cheating

This was getting old, he still wasn't home and there was no point in pretending that he was just running late. No, you knew that your husband was not coming back home tonight, maybe if you were lucky you would find him passed out on the couch sometime in the late afternoon once you returned from the marketplace.

There was no reason to spend the dreary and dull night alone. If that spoiled hero you called a husband could be spending such a gorgeous night, out with some prostitute from the slums then you could also be having some naughty fun~

--To call your current like a nightmare was an understatement. People awake from nightmares, they could open their eyes and be back in the safety of their warm beds, next to the person they loved. But the second your eyes opened you entered a hell on earth, there wasn't any escape, no freedom...and the worst part was that there was not a single soul to comfort you--

Five red candles set in a circle each one a blase with a tiny passionate flame. Two twigs inserted parallel to one another, caging in the dried corpse of a scorpion. Next is the demon's sacred seal written in the summoner's blood, elegantly and delicately. Sprinkle it with salt and state the ungodly words. "Oh, great Asmodeus lord of love, aviator of lust, I become thee come forth to me, I offer you my body and soul"

--You had been born to a noble family in a small and rather poor town. Despite the town economical standpoint, the natives were tremendously kind and neighborly. Everyone shared whatever little of anything they may have had. Your family, in particular, was the most charitable. Giving and giving as much as humanly possible. When it came time for you to chose a husband, your father requested you marry someone from the town, someone you truly loved disregarding how poor or wealthy they may be. Marry for love he insisted but keep it in the family. Regardless to say that's what you did. You found a man and fell in love, married a month later in a joyous celebration in which the whole town had been invited to....but then HE came along--

The circle in front of you puffed with a cloud of thick pink smoke. It invaded your sense, plunging into your mind and sending waves of ecstasy. It was a rush pure lust was infected into your entire body...

but then it stopped, neglecting your corpse and leaving you you confused and sweaty. It was in that eerie moment that the demon decided to manifest himself. He stood tall in all his glory, petite bat wings spread out. If it weren't for the dark shadow and uncharacteristic bitter frown spread thinly across his face, he would have looked as beautiful and perfect as the first miserable night you played eyes on him.

--In the dead of night Asmodeus had murdered your husband in clod blood. He had made you watch as he shredded your lover's corps leaving only a messy pile of blood and organs on the bed. But that had not been enough for the lord of lust. On that same blood-soaked bed he had defiled you, raped you and stolen what was meant for the man who's blood you now laid in, a weeping mess reeking of that demon's stench. Your parents had found you the following day. They were sent into an accentuated frenzy. How could such a horrifying thing happen? By the following year, you'd been wed again, only for Asmodeus to return on the night of your marriage and decimate your new husband. By the fourth accurations, the townsfolk had deemed you cursed, at first they tried all that they could to save you from this dreadful beast. But all too soon it had turned into a competition. "Who could marry the nobleman's daughter and survive the next day." Desperate to wed you off your parents accepted any challenger who arrived....and each was dead by the morning of your marriage. By the sixth time, the townsfolk had already tried to kill you on multiple occasions. The sweet and caring town you knew had been annihilated replaced by this bitter, angry village of unkind and untrusting residents. And Asmodeus? Well, he'd made a game out of this, each time he'd find a new grisly way to slaughter your new husband and a new repugnant way to rape you. By the seventh husband, you'd already attempted four suicides. All resulting in fallierur, by some black miracle that dreadful demon was always able to save you and keep you alive. All hope was lost or so it seemed.--

"He's out again..." Was there any need to explain why you'd summons him. Over the last two years since your wedding to the "hero", these summonings had been almost routine.

"Of course he is darling~ did you really think you were enough to satisfy him? hm?"

The words stabbed your heart like a million needles at once, the reality was all too fragile and could come crumbling down at any given time. You had never been enough, this was a well-known fact at this point. You had never been enough for your lovers, parents or town's people and now you weren't even enough for your own husband, the man that had saved you from all your miseries.

"Love, he's a hero. Hero's don't settle down and live domestic lives with their loved ones and children. They need the torture of missions and anguish of journeys to feel alive. When they leave it all behind they wind up as hollow husks filling out the rest of their existence with alcohol and street women."

--After having prayed to God for too many days and nights to count, he's finally sent you a hero. Tobias was sent to vanquish the demon Asmodeus and merry you as a reward. At the time you'd all thought he had succeeded, that the avatar of lust was really dead. The thought had brought you joyous days and depressing nights. A part of you was beyond thankful that he was finally gone. The other half missed and longed for his lips on yours, for his hands brushing against your skin, the feel of his honey-colored lock tangled in between your fingers. You missed your tormentor...

At first, you and Tobias had been like any young couple so in love to notice the conflict of the world around you, so in love to disregard each other's sharp edges. So in love, until you were no longer. The first year had been sweet and peacful, every day was a harmonious dream...but then Tobias started coming home late, neglecting your presence. Some nights he wouldn't return at all and you'd run into town finding him in some pub drunk and with some random woman clinging to him. You spent those nights crying yourself into fitful revolting dreams of happiness and death. The old pre-suicidal habits had returned. One night the blade slipped and slashed a vain to deep, mentally exhausted you simply laid there waiting for the blood to run out. That's when you saw him again. Over the years he hadn't changed one bit, flirty smile and reddish-yellow eyes still playful and dark. He'd brought you back again and stayed with you until morning. The occurrence repeated it's self like clockwork until one night it was no longer dying and talking but summoning and...more. It felt right to feel him all over you again. His toxic presence made you feel complete, filling up holes in your soul.--

Asmodeus stalked closer, arms slinging in that all too causal way. You didn't dare take a step back, having played this game enough times to know every result before it even sprouted.

"(Y/N) why won't you listen to me! How dense do you have to be to repeat the same mistake eight times! Eight freaking times before it dawns on you that you are wrong! You will always be wrong! No worthless human or "holy hero" can ever love you as I do. I'm the only one. I'll always be the only one!"

Your brain screamed that he was wrong, that you could have had a prouspoures, dazzling life had he not killed your first husband or second or even third. Ir was his fault that your beloved town had been plagued with riots and corruption. He taught your people to sin, to ignore the words of God and his angels! Yet your cracked heart knew that he was right, no man would ever love you again... hey all married you for some selfish obligation or another. And Tobias....Tobias was the worst of all. He was forced to marry you by the holy on. Thrust into a loveless marriage with the suicidal "beauty" he was forced to save. Why couldn't God have just killed you all those years ago? Given the poor "Miss wanna die" her sole wish. He was right, this MONSTER was had always been right! No one loved you. You were less than the rubble under people's feet. Even noble god had turned his back on you...but he, this evil demon...Asmodeus had always come back for you. Hw stole your innocence, your purity, your life! your destiny was forever ruled by him. Maybe that's what you were so constantly in pain and isolation. You were trying to outrun your furutre. Why? What was the point of escaping your inevitable faith? Let it go, submit, your miserable life would finally become less of a burden. Give up, hand over the crumpled misery you called life to Asmodeus, let him take over. It would all finally be over. No more pain, loneliness, the misery would come to a sweet end!

In a daring, insanity driven moment you lunged yourself forward gripping Asmodeus' toned shoulders with all your strenghth. Fingernails digging deeper and deeper into his creamy skin. Crashing your lips onto his, trying to let the kiss speak for you. Begging he would comprehend your actions, praying he would accept your submission. In no time he took over, dominating the kiss, slipping his wet muscle into your mouth. Running his larger hands to your lower back. Dipping lower and lower, squeezing anything he could get his hand on. He was the one to (shockinly) break the kiss. He slowly pulled away leaving behind a thin string of saliva. His lush lips were pulled into a smug smirk, his eyes were lightening up with the most joy you'd ever seen. Forcefully he pulled you closer to his chest. Holding your head where his heart would have been.

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project-nm7l · 2 years

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Expedition Log A136

Date: 03/23/2427 Commander: Penn Draugon Fleet: Aritite 6 Expedition Log A136

We loaded Tzakac into Dr. William's infirmary. The crew couldn't take their eyes off my condition. I could see Moke was especially frantic to talk to me. I told Dr. William's all that I knew about his condition, and asked Tsula to translate for Yeserva. Dr. Williams performed an MRI and CT Scan on Tzakac. He found a leech nested within his brain. It was very similar to what he experienced with Jyauacta. He dosed Tzakac with some Altrodroiddrine, then I helped lower him into the cryo cells to prepare him for surgery. Dr. Williams also noticed high levels of Cerriatin in his blood. This substance is very similar to arsenic. There were no medications, or other abnormal chemicals in his blood stream, but an obvious track mark in his arm. I asked Tsula to take Yeserva to her children, and Moke to start tonight's meal. Tonight was day 10. Though I'm thankful I'm here to protect my crew from the horrors that await us this evening, how effective can I truly be in this condition without recovery? I sat down in Dr. Williams chair, resting my face upon clasped hands with my elbows piercing his desk. I stared at the picture he had hanging on his wall. It was the most beautiful picture of a southwest desert on Earth. As a child, I loved learning of the bio diversity of Earth that I had missed by a few centuries. I can be sure that I was fully in love with nature in a past life, that was for sure. This life was dedicated to the humans. It's not good, or bad. It just is. Dr. Williams walked over placing one hand on my back. I winced slightly, but nothing got past Dr. Williams. "You need medical attention, Penn." "I know, Jordan... but Tzakac had the higher priority." I responded, I know I sounded broken. I couldn't help it. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Jordan sat partially on the desk next to me, looking at my face, but I couldn't disconnect my eyes from the painting to look at him. I didn't need him to see my pain. This wasn't war wounds, this was a personal attack on my body, it was a violation, a message to comply, an attack on my phycological health. It was meant as a power move, an ultimate punishment for my lack of conformity. An attack on my internal strength. He made me feel helpless. It was an attempt to break me. "Jordan, there is something going on at that compound and it's not what it seems. They attacked me, held me down, raped me, beat me, humiliated me, mocked me, and tried to break me. I was brutalized because I refused to conform and comply, because I represented as strong, and because I attempted to establish myself as an equal. I saw a very similar bite mark on Yeserva which tells me that this is their tactic for control." I began tearing up, but regained my composure. "Why would the Nauertains invite such volatile beings here? I honestly don't believe the leaders of NM71 would have ever consented to inviting such behavior the Beurrizautchi exhibit. While in the compound, besides Yeserva and myself, there were no women. All of the men acted in the same toxic, abusive, harassing, disgusting, repugnant corporate-frat boy-bro flake behavior. Either they lied to the Nauertians, or they were never invited in the first place." I was finally able to make eye contact with Dr. Williams. "I'll need you to patch me up, Jordan. I don't need any Altrodroiddrine. I feel that it's important to deal with the trauma as my body recovers, so I know when I'm fully recovered." Dr. Williams walked over to the examining table, and gestured for me to come over. I carefully stood, walked over and sat on down. I winced more than I would have liked to on that short journey. Dr. Williams helped me as I carefully removed my top to expose all of the intense dark purple, blue, and green bruising all over my torso. The bloody scratches, bite marks, and intentional digs from Tak's nails into my lower back. Dr. Williams took in a sharp breath, as if he could somewhat feel the pain I was in. "They did a number on you. Are you sure you don't want the Altrodroiddrine?" "No, I need to recover mentally and emotionally...

and it will be difficult to do that if my body is at 100%. I need this balance of mental - emotional - physical healing." I replied with shortened breath. "Penn, you're going to need to put on a gown. I can see what they did to your torso, but I'm sure that it's not the only damage you've suffered. We're going to have to do a full panel, a full examination, and it's going to be difficult. Do you want Moke with you for this? I could tell Dr. Williams could see things that I could only feel. It was obviously much worse than I had thought. "Yes, if he wants to come in, then I would love if he could be with me right now." I didn't want to scare Moke, but I was feeling scared and vulnerable and I needed him. Dr. Williams opened the door to see Moke sitting in the hallway just outside. "Oh, hi Moke. Penn and I thought you might want to come in." Moke stood from the floor and walked into the infirmary and saw me sitting topless on the examining table. His eyes welled up with tears and they started falling down his face. "What did they do to you!? I'm going to kill them!" Moke was full of anguish, rage, and fear. "Do I look that bad babe?" I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "No, you're still the most beautiful woman in the world. Just looks like you got into a fight with a paper shredder and it won." He replied, trying to comfort me with a bit of humor. I chucked... but it turned into a horrendous cry face. Moke stood in front of me and carefully wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the tear off my cheek. He put one hand around the back of my head and pulled me in close to him. I winced with pain, and he let go immediately. "We can talk about what happened when you're ready, but for now I'll be right here while Dr. Williams takes care of you." Moke grabbed my hand and stood beside me.

I stood and removed the rest of my clothing. From the sharp breaths of Jordan and Moke, I can tell that the damage was far worst than I could have ever imagined. I didn't look. I didn't want to look yet. I wasn't emotionally ready to see the full damage. I laid down on the examination table while Dr. Williams performed a pelvic exam.

I could see handfuls of bloody gauze being placed into the trash. He took some samples of the sexual fluid that was left behind inside of me, and all up my back and down my thighs. He placed them into specimen baggies to inspect later. In that moment I began feeling thankful that I didn't ask for options to be able to become pregnant when I had my bottom surgery. I didn't want the uterus, the periods... or the children. Don't get me wrong, I love children... but in my line of work, and how late in life I transitioned, it wasn't what I wanted. Dr. Williams examined my transitioning scar tissue, and ensured that I didn't suffer damage to the incisions. I had a great deal of torn tissue, and lacerations inside my vagina however. I could feel Moke's eyes staring at all of the damage that was done to my body. I could feel him starting to obsess over what he wanted to do to those who did this to me. Dr. Williams finished up his work. I had a full CT scan, MRI, blood work, IV fluids, medication for my headache, and I was bandaged. I thanked him for his quick work. We had less than 5 hours before the sun would set, and I was starting to get antsy. Moke helped me into the common area, where the crew and our guests were all finishing up their meals. Jane and Akeno ran to see me. They both gently wrapped their arms around me. Jane stretched up and kissed me on the forehead. Akeno kissed me on the cheek. I saw Jyauacta staring at me from the other end of the common areas. Her eyes were filled with tears. I sat down at the nearest table, and Moke went to grab us a plate of food. He asked Liam to take a plate of food to Dr. Williams. Harkim sat down across from me and grabbed my hands, and gave a light squeeze. "I have you penciled in tonight for a chat." She said in her loving, motherly tone. "I'm certainly going to need it." I smiled at her and gave her hands a soft squeeze back in return. She leaned across the table and kissed me on the forehead. "I'm glad you're back, and you're still alive. The children told us stories about her parents dealing with those monsters. We were all afraid you wouldn't return." Harkim than stood, and headed back to her office. "I'll expect to see you soon, Penn." I nodded.

I saw Paulo stand, he began to approach me slowly. "Are you okay, commander?" "Yes, Paulo. I just got stuck in a paper shredder. I'll be better in no time." I lightly chuckled. Paulo let out a small snort. I don't think he was expecting humor from me.

"Paulo, I think we need to figure out how to hover for tonight, or leave the planet entirely and go into orbit. Either way it would require more fuel than we can spare... but we need to get out of range for these beasts tonight. It's night 10, and I don't think it's going to be a fightable battle against them. My gut is telling me that they will try to seize Ketak, Jyauacta, and their children tonight within the attack." Paulo gave me a wide eyed look. "Uh, let me talk to Liam. I think I have an idea, but I'll need his help. If we can hover just right in the atmosphere where the gravitational pull disperses, we could be able to use a safe level of fuel. We'd also be out of reach for most other aircrafts. We could even move further to the North near the icecaps. The atmosphere is thicker at the North Poles - it's opposite of that of Earth where it's thicker at the equator." Paulo stood and immediately grabbed Liam as he reentered from delivering Dr. Williams a plate of food. I could see Inessa was waiting for Liam to return to their table. I motioned for Inessa to come sit with me. She stood and walked over to me. "What's going on?" I could tell she was very concerned. "I've asked Paulo to figure out how to get us hovering for the night. It's night 10, and as much as I want to kill those attacking bastards... I have a gut feeling that tonight's attack will decimate us, just to get access to Ketak, Jyauacta, and their children. The Beurrizautchi are exactly like the men you would bury at home. Disgusting, entitled pigs. They want access to the Nauertian people whom have moved underground."

Inessa gave me a very confused look. I kept my voice to a whisper "I know, I didn't know anything about this until I was told I have contact with these people... specifically Ketak who is the leader of one of the factions supposedly. Apparently Yaserva told them this. She was brutally attacked just like me, and I can tell they plan to kill her and her whole family. They've been poisoning Tzakac saying that they were trying to help him. We aren't safe. They have too many, and I can't be too sure if these NM-Z's aren't actually being ordered by the Beurrizautchi. They have a massive compound filled with brutalizing men. They've already threatened the children on the shuttle, and all of the women. I can't risk us being on the ground tonight." Inessa sat back and took in a sharp breath. "You're right, Penn. We don't have the resources to fight this. We'll be totally fucked. Do we have enough fuel to perform this maneuver?" I could see the gears moving in Inessa's mind.

"Yes, but Paulo is trying to find a way that we use less fuel, and possibly move our operations further from Beurrizautchi reach. I need to talk to Ketak and Jyauacta about any NM71 resources we can utilize to help get us through until we can find a more permanent solution for protection." She could see the exhaustion in my eyes. She put her hand on top of mine at the table... She leaned in and put her forehead against mine. She then stood and ran off to join Paulo and Liam. Moke returned to my side with a plate of food. It was my favorite meal. He made pesto tortellini with fresh garlic bread and a tall glass of lemon water. It was exactly what my soul needed, and he knew that. I looked around and everyone else was eating chicken and rice. He made this special for me. There is no doubt his love and dedication to my happiness when he knows exactly how to heal me with food. "Thank you, Moke." I held his face between my hands and gave him a deep passionate kiss. I didn't care how much it hurt. Jyauacta stood from her seat and cleaned up the mess at the table. She walked over to Moke and I. She and I still hadn't talked, and this kiss was obviously the first time she was made aware of mine and Moke's relationship...

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