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Yandere! Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Yandere stuff, past kidnapping mentioned, physical abuse, blood, light nudity, implied attempted non-con.

Summary: After finally having an opportunity to escape from your harsh reality, you're unfortunately forced to find out what a grave mistake it is in the worst ways possible.

W/C: 800+

You continue to run, forced to ignore the ache in your legs telling you to stop while your mind runs over the previous events, trying to make sure you didn’t overlook anything. Just a few moments prior, your captor had stumbled through the door of your ‘shared’ bedroom; completely wasted. He had gone out to celebrate over some reason you couldn’t quite remember and returned at the dark early hours of the morning.

As soon as Mammon stumbled in, you immediately took notice of him having forgotten to place back down the curse on the door, the one that kept you from leaving. You waited as patiently as you could with trembling hands until he fell asleep after having failed to keep himself upright enough to ‘celebrate’ with you. Having passed out on top of you, you pushed him aside as carefully as possible before quietly making your way to the door.

After having spent so long locked away with your legs getting unaccustomed to much movement, they threatened to give up on you until you finally fell. You let out a frustrated shaky breath, trying to get yourself back up with the aid of your arms, wanting to put more distance between you despite having been running for what felt like so long. “Would you look at that?” You hear a voice coming from above you say, drawing your attention to look up.

“What do we have here?” Another one says, with a less than comforting smile, and you quickly come to realize that you’re surrounded by three demons. “They’re a pretty little thing.” The third one says, displaying its sharp teeth. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy tearing this one apart.” The second one moans, getting you to look back at its darkened silhouette. You quickly stand to sprint away but easily get pinned down by the three of them, feeling them holding onto your limbs tightly.

“No! PLEASE STOP!” You scream to which they laugh, your struggles earning you scratches from their sharp claws. “What’s wrong?! I bet your flesh tastes as pure as your broken soul!” The first one shouts over your cries before they start turning you around to lay you over your stomach. You continue to cry while they tear the edges of your clothes, landing more scratches and deep cuts in the process, too occupied to notice anything else.

You hear a familiar ringing and look forward to notice your phone laying on the ground with a cracked screen displaying Mammon’s ID name. You struggle to reach forward to it while feeling multiple sharp piercing pains on your body quickly followed by the wet sensation of your blood gushing out. You finally manage to answer the call with another pained scream at the sound of a crack from your body.

“MAMMON! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I-” You get cut off by a sharp slap landing on the side of your face. “SHUT IT!” One of them yells before smashing your phone to pieces. “NO! STOP!” You cry as they turn you to your back again, each pulling at your limbs to tear them from your torso. A loud crackling noise is heard, making them pause their movements and look in the same direction to which you follow with what little you can lift your head, looking forward.

Mammon stands before you, staring down the other demons with a piercing gaze that forces them to scramble away from you, releasing your limbs and letting him see the gashes littering your nearly naked body from the tearing of your clothes. “Close your eyes.” Mammon stares at you intensely while slowly raising a hand as the other lower demons start shouting and begging for forgiveness, knowing that regardless of his idiocy, his power is nothing to scoff at.

Your arms are quick to place themselves at the sides of your head, facing away with your eyes squeezing shut to brace yourself, and as soon as you do; the ground quakes beneath you. Screams of agony fill your ears, the screams seeming to never end as opposed to you having thought that it would be quick, unaware that Mammon is purposefully giving them a slow, agonizing death. Fortunately, the screams eventually stop, by then more tears having left wet trails on your face.

You slowly move to sit up while uncovering your ears just as slowly, looking around you to see the bodies to pieces, seemingly having been pulled apart much like how they attempted to do to you. Once your eyes fall to Mammon’s pristine form, you break out a small cry, standing and running to his arms as best as you can with the pain running through your body.

He takes you in his arms to keep you from falling over as you cry in his chest, soaking his shirt in your tears and blood “I’m so sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I should’ve never left! Please take me back!” You repeatedly apologize as he sets his jacket over your body, shielding your bare body from the cold early morning air. As he listens to your cries, he considers briefly degrading you for having left before deciding to simply pick up your crying form in his arms and carry you back.

so does reader ever find out that gojo is the dad?

Don’t know 😜

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Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Creepy stuff, implied non-con, implied somnophilia.

Summary: Reader is going through a tough financial time, Deku has no problem helping.

WC: 900+

You continue to stare at the multiple papers in front of your seated form with tears in your eyes. What were you going to do? Understandably, you’ve had a pounding headache from the start, from the beginning of all this mess. Your wallet was stolen. Your ID, credit and debit cards as well as other valuable items and information… gone. The day had already been bad enough and it only turned worst when you found out about the disappearance of your wallet.

All of your savings were gone, your credit cards were maxed and in the worst moment possible, right around the time where you had bills to pay. You still remember the clenching of your heart when you received a notification on your phone letting you know about the transfer from your debit cards and the use of your credit ones, and no matter how quickly you called your banker about it for them to immediately block your account, it was no use, the damage had already been done.

Time passed by slowly without the culprit being caught as you drowned in taxes, overdue notices and even threats to your land; taking your house from you as things got worst. It’s not even that you don’t have a job with a proper income, you just don’t have the time to gather the money for everything, even if you could pay a bill off, you’d just be stuck under other bills, and to make matters worst, the mental toll was affecting your performance at work and your boss was noticing.

You let out a tired breath and look over at the last mail envelope that with no doubt contains another notice, bill or something regarding your financial problems. You pick it up and see that it’s blank, no company or anything at all on the envelope, not even the address to where it was meant to be sent; which means it was hand-delivered by the owner to your own house.

You open the envelope and pull out a hand-written letter in fancy paper judging by how thick it feels. Your eyes finally fall upon the neat letter and start reading all while thinking how a letter this elegant being delivered to you must’ve been a mistake.

Dear Y/N, I apologize for having been gone for so long, I missed you during my absence, not a single second was passed without you in my mind. I missed your smile, your smell, the taste of your skin, the feel of your body against mine, every second away from you made me ache. I wonder if you felt the same while I was gone, if you longed for me as badly as I did, if you craved my touch as my loins craved yours, if you yearned for our bodies to be one once again as I did.

It pains me to come back home only to see you in these stressful situations, but please understand; I would’ve never left you if I didn’t have to, I’ll make sure to continue with my work close by. I’ll visit you again as soon as time permits, in the meantime; I’ve paid off all your debts and will make the person who put you through this pay. While you wait for me; take this, use it as often as you like, you deserve it, just don’t forget to get something special to wear for my visit.

Till then, I eagerly await to be with you again, my Darling.

You stare at the credit and debit card on the bottom of the letter with eyes wide in shock without knowing what to feel. Surely this must be a mistake, it must have meant to be sent to someone else… with the same name and problems as you. You grab the debit card and unstuck it from the paper and see an account name with your own and password on the paper with your exact signature on the card.

You feel bile start to rise up in your throat but manage to control yourself as your phone vibrates. Is it them? The person from the letter? What did they want to say now? You grab your phone with a shaky hand and turn it over to see notification after notification pop up, all from your banks and water and electricity company you owe, or owed to, given that the notifications inform you of the debts being fully paid off.

You sit still for a few minutes with your mind blank, slowly inching its way into urging you to log into the bank of the card in your hand. The temptation grows to be too much, having you slowly finding the bank through your phone and logging in to see the account with your exact details, full name, phone number, etc, but even more astounding; an unbelievably large amount of money. You slowly look over at the other card and pick it up, turning it around with your eyes widening at the name on it.

Izuku Midoriya

The number one pro hero signed the card.

Your phone vibrates once again, pulling your attention back to it to see another notification. Don’t be shy, it’s impossible for you to make a dent in my account, now go out there and treat yourself. Till Sunday, I hope you’re ready and as eager as I am to be with you awake for the first time, I can’t wait.

Can we get a pt2 of your yandere gojo x reader "Donor" fic? I loved it! Either a pt 2 of Gojo during reader's pregnancy or after that. Maybe a bit of nsfw? If you dont want to do nsfw thats ok!

I've been thinking about making a part 1.5 which would be about Gojo's interactions during the pregnancy and then a part 2 which would take immediately after the ending of part 1, but I'd like to catch up on my other requests a little more though 😅

Are you willing to write for fem characters? Like Maki from jjk, Ayano from Yan Sim, Toga from bnha, etc?

I could try writing for maki and feel capable of writing about ayano though I feel like I’d have a harder time with toga but yeah, I’m willing to try and write for fem characters :)

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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere-ism, death, blood, semi predator and prey play, implied sexual activities.

Summary: Based on the game of Yandere No Sutoka.

W/C: 1.6k+

A/N: Inspired by this, and no, it's not porn, just the game (starts at 9:23 mins).

You hold your knees to your face, staying in a ball while sobbing quietly in the darkness of the storage room, shoulders jumping and stomach shivering given the situation. “Oh Senpai…” You hear him call you, awfully close to your hiding spot. You lift your head up from your knees and cover your mouth, trying to calm your breathing while his footsteps echo in the empty, bloody halls, informing you of his proximity.

“Where are you?” You hear Ayato ask in the same sing-song voice from previously. You slowly look up to your right at the blurry window on the door, hearing him slowly closing in, his shadow stopping right at the door. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, look away, anything, but you can’t bring yourself to do so, instead, seeing his dreadful shadow facing the door, pausing in front of it.

You see the silhouette turn around and walk away with the tapping of his shoes after its stop. As soon as he’s out of hearing range, you let out a heavy, shaky breath, asking yourself, how did this happen? How was it possible? For a student, to kill everyone in a school, classmates, teachers, student council, headmaster. All for one person. And keep them in school after sundown, locked with no possible way to escape.

“So you were in that storage room.” You hear his luscious voice state, having heard your breath. You quickly move to the door as quietly as you can, holding the handle, determined to keep the door shut. Tears leak from your squeezed shut eyes, leaving a new wet streak on your cheeks while he walks back to you just as slowly, almost as if taunting you. By the time he reaches the door, you’re trembling in fear, awaiting his forced entry. But it never comes.

“Lets play a game.” He says, voice taking a sadistic turn in his last word. Your eyes open to look at the blurry glass, making out the figure of his face looking down at your own blurry self. You hear something move at your feet and notice a key being slid under the thin gap between the door and the floor before he speaks again. “I’ve hidden ten keys, just for you. These keys, will help you escape, if you’re quiet.” He pauses in a tauntingly.

“I’ll give you to the count of thirty, I even wrote for you which keys they are and gave you the first one. This one’s to your classroom.” He informs, sounding proud of how much of a ‘fair' chance he’s giving you. You hear him walk away and you finally start to loosen your grip on the handle, but still remain alert. You already have one key, he’s giving you a count down, you know the school like the back of your hand, and, this might be your only chance to escape.

You know that if you stay in the storage room, you don’t stand a chance, it’s just a matter of time. You don’t have another choice. You pick up the bloody key, utterly disgusted at the red liquid on it, and cautiously stand up, slowly pulling the door open and peeking out. As soon as you do, you see him no more than 10 feet away, forearms crossed over each other against the wall where he’s face to face with, holding a knife.

He slowly turns his head over to face you with a hazy look on his face and pink-dusted cheeks, lips parted and seemingly inches away from an ahegao face given the pleasure-filled look on his face. “Run along now.” He indicates, and that’s all it takes for you to start. Your class is right around the corner, and surely enough, as soon as you walk in you find the other key right on your desk just as you hear him starting the dreaded count down.

Rather than snatching the key and sprinting away, you’re frozen in place with wide eyes, staring at the blood-written words on your desk. His classroom. The desk smudged in blood makes it difficult, but you finally bring yourself to take it. Without sparing any more time, you run out the classroom, sprinting to the stairs and heading to the floor under you to his class, key resting in his desk as well, the same bloody words indicating you to head to the cooking club with unknown reason.

You met by bumping into him after walking out of said club, apologizing profusely and offering a helping hand. Once again, you dart to your next stop but freeze at the words that enter your ears. “Ready or not, here I come.” His voice echoes above you. You hadn’t even noticed how much time you had spent gawking at your desk, and just now taking into consideration the fact that he knows exactly where you’re going. You quickly kick off your shoes and run downstairs to the cooking club, running much more quietly with just your socks.

Miraculously, you make it to the club with the next key laying on the table, directing you to the photography club, your club, because why wouldn’t someone want to laze around talking about anime and getting to know your fellow club members. Unlike Ayato, you can hear where he is, the tapping of his shoes echoing down the halls, letting you know that just like you, he’s running.

Reaching your club to see a key resting on a manga, you’re indicated to go to the library, the place where you had your first conversation, you asked for his help reaching a book, and though one-sided, it was greatly appreciated. Going down one floor to reach the library, you’re then told to go to the counselor’s office. A bully had framed you for stealing an answer sheet, and Ayato gladly took the fall for you.

You exit the library, looking to your right to scan the hallway, but as soon as you do, you feel something sharp graze your cheek, cutting through the skin, leaving a streak of red in the process before piercing into the wall on your left. “Found you.” Ayato states from the hall on your right, standing halfway through it, leaving you shocked at how he just threw a knife at you.

He starts sprinting towards you, triggering you to run to your next destination, quickly snatching the key in the office while he pulls his knife out of the wall. Instead of heading to your next stop, you run to the set of lockers in front of the office, opening one of them and closing it after hiding inside, desperately trying to calm your breathing right as Ayato stops at the corner of the opened door.

He searches the hall on his left and behind him, staying in place for a few seconds before letting out a sadistic chuckle, followed by an audible breath, quietly walking in the office afterwards, approaching the desk. You decide to take your chances and open the locker as quietly as you can, stepping out as he slowly places a hand on the desk. He quickly looks under the desk with no luck and then snaps his head behind him.

But you’re already gone to the infirmary, where he kindly took you after watching you eat your bento with the headache poison he put. You run down the classroom hall to the sewing room, where you let him sew back together the seam on the side of your shirt. You trusted him so much despite him holding a needle; seemingly harmless, from great damage at least, but that little needle, could leave someone blind, yet you trusted him.

You slide open the door and take the next key, feeling more adrenaline rush through you at the word ‘exit’ written on the sewing machine. You hear his footsteps coming down the hall and decide to hide until he passes. He doesn’t know where you are anymore, and you’d rather keep it that way. You run to the lockers in front of the room and open one of them, only for a body to fall out, the one of said bully.

You let out a scream at the sight, multiple stab wounds on the student’s chest. If Ayato didn’t know where you were then, he does now. He played dirty. “There you are.” His voice says from the start of the hall, making you face him for a split second before taking off in the opposite direction with him following behind. Unfortunately, it’s not long before he catches you.

He doesn’t even let you reach the end of the hall before he takes you from your shoulders and throws you on the floor behind him, pinning you down with knees on either side of your hips while you struggle to keep him from holding your wrists above your head with one hand. “No! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” You desperately cry, refusing to look at him.

“If I can’t have you,” He succeeds in holding your hands above your head, raising his knife in his other one. “NO!” You cry. “No one-” “I’ll do anything you want!” You interrupt, shoulders hunched, facing away and eyes squeezed shut, expecting the final blow that never comes. His hand comes down to hold your jaw, pulling it softly to have you face him, careful to keep the knife from touching you.

“Anything I want?” He asks, getting you to slowly open your eyes, seeing the same look on his face that he had before starting the countdown. You shakily nod with hesitation clear on your face and he lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth. You instinctively face away when he leans down to your unharmed cheek, running his nose over it with a deep inhale, breathing out audibly.

“We… are going to have so much fun…”

would u write nsfw abt ayano?

I could try

Umeji falling in love hcs?

Yes! I’ll write them as soon as time permits

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Yandere! Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader, light Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, murder, kidnapping, physical abuse, sexual acts, male masturbation, handjob.

Summary: Bakugou waits for the right moment to finally take you, and he's not letting his opportunity pass, no matter what.

WC: 1.6k+

A/N: I literally dreamt about this, that's it, that's how I came up with it :l .

“Ah, fuck.” Bakugou moans, throwing his head back while feeling more precum leaking his tip, getting dangerously close to his high. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He fucks up into his fist harder with you on his mind, the simple thought of you cumming around him tipping him over the edge and getting him to shoot thick streams of cum through his tip, painting trails of white on his bare chest and stomach as he lets out light pants, opening his eyes to be brought to the harsh reality of being alone, or not entirely.

“Woah, it’s been a while since you’ve cummed that much, when was the last time you jacked off man?” Kirishima asks, having him looking behind him over the couch from the living room to see his roommate setting down some groceries in the kitchen. “Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou brushes off, thinking about how engrossed he had been into masturbating that he didn’t hear him come into the house. It’s all your fault, sucking him off in his dreams the previous night only to then leave him blue-balled.

“… Well, how’d they behave?” Kirishima hands Bakugou some napkins and he instantly knows he’s talking about his own sick obsession. “You know they don’t leave their room when it’s just me, they fuckin’ hate me.” He takes the napkins to clean himself off. “They’re just scared of you, and they’re supposed to like me anyway.” Kirishima casually puts stuff away in the cabinets. “… You know, you should really tell them how you feel.” He adds.

“… You know they’re with fuckin’ Deku.” Bakugou reminds. “That doesn’t mean you can’t take them away.” Kirishima suggests. “You know I can’t.” Bakugou raises his voice in frustration. It’s been torture for him to have to sit by and watch as you dated Deku, kissed him, called him your fiancee, and eventually, your husband. If only Deku didn’t have that stupidly strong quirk, Bakugou would’ve already killed him and taken you away, then again; he loves you too much to cause too much of a stir to you.

Instead of having you in bed with him every night, pounding you in the mattress, calling you his, he’s stuck with his roommate who ended up kidnapping his own obsession and asking him to watch over them whenever he leaves to do anything. He doesn’t really have anything better to do, they take turns doing hero work, and to keep himself from getting bored off duty, he keeps himself occupied with his friend’s ‘Darling’.

With things such as those happening, he wasn’t surprised when all modesty was thrown out the window. Kirishima doesn’t mind one bit when Bakugou jerks off or longingly stares at one of your pictures where ever he wants, after all; it is his house as well and he’s been a great friend keeping an eye on his soon-to-be-willing partner. But as time passes, the worst thing that could happen to humanity, and you, takes place.

The number one pro hero; symbol of peace, has died.

~.~

Nearly everyone has left, you’re the only one still standing at his tomb, understandably, you can’t bring yourself to leave. One by one, the few people left approach you to offer their condolences one last time before leaving while Bakugou stays behind, waiting patiently to have you all alone. Waiting… waiting… that’s all he’s had to do since the moment he met you, but things are different now, Deku’s finally out of the picture, and waiting should only be a few minutes compared to the years he’s had to wait.

Finally, the last person leaves and Bakugou’s left alone with you, it was finally time, after all those years; he’s going to start making ties with you, and what better moment to approach you than in a vulnerable state? With the two of you left alone, the sun setting down to leave you in darkness, he walks towards you, stopping behind you.

You can’t bring yourself to care when a pair of hands place themselves on your shoulders, rubbing soft circles on them. “You should sit.” He suggests, waiting for a response that never comes. He gently pulls you away from the tomb and slowly walks you to the nearest bench with an arm around your shoulders to guide you, turning around to give one last dirty look at his dead rival. You stumble upon reaching the bench, Bakugou holding you up and sitting you down, crouching down in front of you.

You cover your face with a hand and start sobbing into it, finally letting the tears flow while your other hand grips tightly the bench under you. You bend over to bury your face in your knees, gripping your hair tightly as you cry louder with Bakugou drawing circles on your back, but despite the ache he feels in his chest at seeing you in pain, he finds that he doesn’t regret one bit having done what he did.

He waits patiently for what feels like an hour, having sat on the cold ground while trying to soothe you, rubbing your shoulder, your back when you entered a coughing fit from crying too much, until you calmed down. After you’re done crying, you keep your face buried in your knees for a while longer, trying to find the courage to face whoever consoled you. A few minutes pass and you decide to finally move up to sit straight, wiping your face with a hand.

Bakugou hands you a wipe and you take it without looking at him, feeling a hand place itself on your knee this time, continuing to rub soothing circles. Once you’re done cleaning yourself, you look at him to see who it is, being met with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-” “Don’t apologize.” He interrupts and you stay quiet with your head hung low. He softly takes your hands in his, gently running a hand up and down your wrist to test the waters, getting you to confuse his actions for sympathy.

“Please sit.” You ask and he complies, sitting next to you with his hands quickly itching to return to yours. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You apologize again. “It’s fine.” He assures. “I’m glad you came.” You break the short silence. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here since you’ve never really been on good terms with Deku.” You admit. “I’m not that bad.” He lies. “… I remember when we were still back at UA,” You start speaking and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, sure that it would be a story about Deku.

“The first time I saw you, I…” You capture his attention, getting him to look away from the ground and towards you. “You always seemed so intimidating to me, I never really grew the courage to tell you anything, and by the time I was, Deku was already asking to go out with me. I really liked you back then.” You keep your eyes glued to the ground, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks.

“I didn’t think you liked me back. So I gave it a try with Deku, and it just worked out, I ended up falling pretty hard for him.” You smile to yourself at the memories of him. “Why are you telling me this now?” He asks. “Because there were so many things I wanted to tell Deku, and now I can’t. I wanted to have kids with him, I wanted to have a family with him, I just wanted to tell you.” Your smile disappears with more tears leaving you.

Bakugou grips his pants in his hands in frustration, thinking about how all of this could’ve been avoided if he had just said something. It’s his fault you ended up with Deku, he should’ve just opened his mouth, taken you himself, but he didn’t. His hands relax and he takes notice of the cards in his favor, if you liked him, then he can get you to like him again. He’s so close, he can finally have you, he just needs to play his cards right.

“If you don’t want to be alone right now, I could crash in your couch, or we can stay a while longer.” He suggests. “No, that’s okay, thank you for keeping me company.” You smile to yourself at how nice he’s being. “What are you gonna do now?” He asks. “… I think I’m gonna move away, I don’t want to be here anymore.” You answer. “… What?” You hear his voice drop a little lower.

“I don’t want to be in the country anymore.” You repeat. “Are you serious?” He slowly stands up, moving to stand in front of you, facing down, having you feel uneasy despite the darkness of the night covering his face. “Are… are you okay?” You ask, confused as to why you feel a nagging in the back of your head telling you to run. He lifts his head for you to see the look of rage in his face, teeth gritted and brows furrowed deeply before he yanks at your wrist.

“Five years, FIVE YEARS I WAITED FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME?! I DIDN’T KILL DEKU FOR NOTHING! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!” He shouts with a tight burning grip on your wrist, confusing you with his words. “I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO KILL DEKU WHEN YOU WEREN’T LOOKING! AND FOR WHAT?! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!” He continues to shout. “Get off of me!” You cry, trying to pull yourself free.

Instead, he yanks at your forearms and throws you to the ground behind him, straddling your hips while keeping his hold on you the whole time. “I waited for five fucking years. All that wait was bitter work,” He lowers his face closer to yours. “And I'm not gonna let you throw it to waste.” He whispers from the close proximity before raising a hand and slapping it on your cheek hard, knocking you out.