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Shared Pain 2.
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Part 1
Fem Reader Version
Lucifer x Male! Reader/MC x Mammon.
Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex; ass-eating, rimming/rim jobs, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched.
Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.
W/C: 1.4k+
“Would you like to share his pain?”
“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.
“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.
“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your balls. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.
You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.
The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.
The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.
Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.
As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your burning ass cheeks
Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your balls to your puckered hole after spreading the mounds. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.
His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your balls, sucking softly at the skin to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.
Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who sucks one of your balls into his mouth, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face, feeling your length hardening against the bed with precum slowly starting to leak from the tip. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting down before moving higher up, grabbing handfuls of your ass to spread the cheeks open and settle at your clenching hole once again.
His tongue traces circles around your puckered hole, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He presses his tongue against your hole, applying pressure to slip past the tight ring, finally shoving his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you.
You stick your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart, uncovering your now fully hardened member dribbling more precum on the bed. His tongue struggles to swirl around your tight insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in the taste of your inner walls while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore.
While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched. One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your uncontrollable moans getting louder, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching.
“I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as you cum with a twitch of your member, shooting your release on the bedsheets, emptying your balls. His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he continues to lick at your hole, bringing you down your high and leaving your softening length soiled.
As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it. His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss.
He shoves his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him and grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut. His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother.
His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.
thank you!! Take your time with it I will say that I’m reading your other works and that they are top tier! Keep up the good work!
~ :o anon
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Shared Pain.
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Part 2: Fem Reader Version - Male Reader Version
Lucifer x GN! Reader/MC x Mammon.
Warnings: Light nudity; naked ass, whipping.
Summary: Upon delivering dinner to Lucifer, you stumble to an unexpected scene between him and his brother.
W/C: 500+
A/N: There'll be a part 2 with two versions, one for people who were AFAB and AMAB, both with gender neutral pronouns.
You walk steadily towards Lucifer’s room with a silver tray in hand, having gone to the kitchen not too long ago to make him some Hell coffee and cut him a slice from some of Barbatos’ leftover cake, which wouldn’t have made it so far if it hadn’t had a curse on it for Beel, as he requested. Once you reach his room, you go to knock on the door but quickly realize the difficulty of the task with your hands already occupied with another task, opting to instead shout for him.
Before his name can leave your mouth, you hear a sharp slap, making you jolt away with a small clacking of the tray, another slap being heard followed by muffled voices. “Lucifer?” You ask, only for the voices to stop, a small moment of silence passing before the door opens. “Ah, Y/N, it’s you.” Lucifer smirks, taking the cup of coffee in his hand to lift it to his lips. “Why ya acting like you didn’t know who it was?” You hear a barely audible grumble, pulling your attention to the source.
“Did you say something Mammon?” Lucifer glares only to be met by silence to which he smiles before taking a sip. You stare wide-eyed at the sight before you, Mammon on his knees bent over the large bed… with his naked ass on display. You take notice of the slightly reddening lines on the cheeks resting over his pushed-down pants and brown jacket resting beside him with his usual glasses on top.
“This is awfully bitter.” Lucifer grimaces, calling your attention back to him. “B- but I-” You nervously stutter, overwhelmed at the situation at hand while he leads you through the doorway. “There’s no need to worry, Hell coffee becomes bitter when you prepare it for someone you’re fond of.” He explains, casually taking another sip after closing the door while you feel warmth spreading through your cheeks.
“I would’ve asked for tea, but it seems this will take longer than I thought.” He steps to the center of the room, facing the end of his bed and standing perpendicular to Mammon while you eye the whip of love in his hand. “You can set the tray at the table.” He instructs, staring down at Mammon. You do as he says, placing the tray on the glass coffee table behind him while struggling to keep your eyes off of Mammon.
“I… I guess I’ll be leaving now.” You slowly walk backwards to the door. “Stay.” Lucifer speaks, stopping you on your tracks. “Come here.” He continues to speak without looking away from Mammon. You follow as he says and walk back to him, standing next to him and trying to avert your eyes from his brother to no avail. Standing closer to him, you notice his body trembling, giving you the impression that it’s out of pain or fear, disregarding the possibility that it’s from embarrassment.
“There’s no need to pity him, he actually quite enjoys it.” Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, taking another drink from his cup, eyeing the way your eyes stay glued to Mammon who’s been facing to his right side, away from you. “If he really worries you that much, you could ease his punishment.” He suggests in a low tone, luring you in. “How?” You quickly look over at him, seeing him smile at you sadistically before answering.
“Would you like to share his pain?”
I just found your account and am loving it already but for some reason tumblr won't let me follow you :(
I’m so sorry 😔 I’m not sure what’s going on there, I can only come up with basic stuff like restarting your device, disconnecting from the wifi and then re-entering the password again or turning off and then on the mobile data, but other than that, I don’t know what else you could do.
Mistakes.
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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.
Student Council Secrets.
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1980's! Student Council x Fem! Reader.
Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, fingering, katoptronophilia (arousal of having sexual activities in front of a mirror), degradation, hair pulling, spanking.
Summary: You study in deep thought your affairs with the members of the student council.
W/C: 1.3k+
You’ve always had a way of getting what you wanted, but being in the student council, you had to use less abrasive methods for your fellow student council members as opposed to how you operated in previous schools.
Joze Shiuba.
A most certainly endearing underclassman, being foreign obviously having helped in catching your eye. Your advances towards him were subtle enough to go unnoticed, unnoticed to everyone but him, after all, his youth didn’t help given the situation. You were pleasantly surprised when you caught him covering his lower region after having asked him to stay once one of the meetings was over. Everything else escalated rather quickly, leading you to learn how much of a pleaser he is.
You let out another audible breath, your legs spreading further open to welcome the soft hand between them. A small moan resonates from your throat while you lean back onto your arms, hands placed flat behind you as you remain sat between Joze’s opened legs, his clothed erection pressing against your bottom. His free hand gives your thigh small squeezes, taking advantage of the position of your legs resting over his own with little worry of someone walking in the student council room and peeking over the desk to spot you on the floor.
He focuses his middle and ring fingers to continue to curl against your g-spot with his thumb rubbing soft circles on your clit, just the way you taught him, all while remaining painfully hard in his pants. You reach for the zipper of his pants only for him to gently push your hand away, distracting you with a harsh stroke at the spongy spot of your soft inner walls, pushing you closer to your orgasm. “You não have to…” He quietly speaks, his words reminding you of how he mixes languages when he’s flustered.
Ken Kyonashima
A handsome young man who was quite easy to get acquainted with, though unfortunately, suffers from a bad case of obliviousness. He’s the only target you needed to be bold with, though of course; privately. Your most difficult case… as well as misleading. It was quite the surprise that as soon as you cracked him, he demonstrated that he knew exactly what to do, showing you that despite being obvious, he’s far from innocent, and calling him inexperienced would be a mistake…
You run your hands over the bare skin of his naked back, your legs moving over his own to pull him closer while his lips detach from yours to press heated kisses along your neck. His hips continue to softly move against your own, grinding onto you with the tip of his length prodding inside you. Your back arches off the floor, his arm hooking under it to pull you closer to him, pressing your stomachs together.
His other arm lowers himself closer to you, nearly letting his whole weight down on you to press your bodies which were stripped naked despite being in a classroom. With an arm wrapped around his back, your free hand trails over to his shoulder, continuing a path over his stretched arm to meet with his hand which is quick to take a hold of yours, locking its fingers with yours.
Reiichi Tanaami.
A cold and reserved attractive upperclassman who would’ve been impossible to break if he hadn’t already had an eye on you judging by the glances he’d steal at you. He was quite bold himself at the time you initially preyed on him. It ended up turning into a short-lived game in which you constantly misled him to frustrate him. He was quick to shut you off by saying he had no interest in games and straightforwardly asked if your wants were mutual or not.
A shaky breath leaves through your parted lips while your eyes flutter shut, remaining on your side with an arm folded under your head to cushion it from the firm movements against your body. “It seems someone’s enjoying themselves.” Reiichi comments with amusement, eyeing your pleased smile to which you respond with a moan while he somehow maintains his composure, though you know he’s having a difficult time controlling himself as well.
He holds onto your leg with a hand to keep it in place over his shoulder for a better angle while thrusting himself into you in a quick and steady pace, trying to keep the noise of skin on skin as minimum as possible. A hand instinctively goes over your stomach when he delivers a sudden harsh thrust, reminding you of his reach at your cervix before returning to press on it softer.
Daisaku Aragaki.
An enticing young man with an alluring dangerous persona despite his efforts to make up for his previous mistakes. A truly unique case; one that had you trailing after, following after, begging…all while he seemed to get off on it. He was the one to be constantly luring you in with false hopes only to leave you wanting- needing for more to which he only responded to once you became desperate enough.
“Look at you.” Daisaku speaks as you moan loudly, thankful for school hours being long over, leaving you free to let loose in the empty restrooms where he has you bent over one of the sinks. “Filthy girl.” He smirks before landing a harsh slap on your ass, his brutal pace punishing your hips which are already growing sore. His hand takes a hold of your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at yourself in the mirror as you cry out.
“Harder!” You plead while he hammers the tip of his member against your cervix, his heavy balls slapping onto your clit as his free hand squeezes one of your ass cheeks in a bruising grip. “You’re disgusting,” He leans down to press his lips to your ear. “You think I don’t know you're fucking those other guys?” His words make your breath hitch in your throat. “This is all you're good for, slut.”
~*~
You’re shaken back to reality by a hand on your forearm, having you looking over to the source with a clueless expression. “What is it?” You ask. “I called your name twice.” Reiichi removes his hand from your arm while you remember you’re in a meeting. Clearing your throat, you compose yourself to keep the formal facade for the time being and excuse yourself. “My apologies, my mind was elsewhere.” Your eyes trail to the pot of tea at the center of the table as a short-lived silence takes over.
“Is something wrong?” Joze asks to be met by silence, not knowing what to answer. “You’re still worried about last week?” Ken asks. “… Yes.” You lie, unaware of the look that Daisaku gives you through the corner of his eye, letting out a silent scoff. “She’s gone, it’s pointless to place more thought into it.” Reichii’s words remind you of the second-year student who killed an upperclassman after he had witnessed her committing murder before him.
Truth to be told, your thoughts couldn’t have been further away from last week’s occurrences which hadn’t slowed either of them down…
“Well, it’s late anyway, we should be leaving soon.” Ken interjects, successfully defusing Reiichi’s slowly escalating anger towards the matter. “Does anyone else have anything to report?” Reiichi asks, hearing words of negation in unison. “Very well then, dismissed.” Reiichi voice says followed by the light screech of chairs against the wooden floor before everyone exits one after the other through the sliding doors.
Joze is a submissive pleaser while Ken is a romantic partner who encourages giving and receiving equally as well as deep intimacy. Both Reiichi and Daisaku are dominant partners but whereas Reiichi is as precise in his sexual activities with you as in his everyday life actions; never giving you more than needed, Daisaku has no problem overstimulating you as much as possible, disrespecting you in every way possible as much as your body ached for.
All four of them are completely different… though they do have one thing in common; regardless of last week’s misfortune, neither of them had slowed down.
Can I ask you one thing? Which yansim characters you are writing?
I am happy to write for Ayato, Ayano (maybe both at the same time as siblings), Umeji, I’m willing to try Taro Yamada as well (male or female version, doesn’t matter), Ryoba, Jokichi and the student council from the 1980’s.
Hi I know it’s been awhile since you wrote bitter work but I really like it (I reread it like every week 😅) and I was wondering if there will ever be a part 2? Or if there won’t be another part then what do you imagine happening with reader and bakugo?
I AM SO SORRY! I COULD’VE SWORN I ANSWERED YOU BUT THIS IS STILL HERE 😱
Anyway, I have a few ideas of what I’d like to have on a part 2 but it’s not enough, so I don’t want to force it out. As of now, I don’t plan on making a part 2 but maybe I’ll change my mind 😅
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Lucifer
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Shared Pain
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Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader
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Mammon
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Yandere
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Mistakes
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Shared Pain
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Payment
Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader
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Belphegor
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Yandere
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Midnight Relief: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader
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Simeon
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Christmas Wish
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Ayato Aishi
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Yandere No Sutoka
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Yandere No Sutoka 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader
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Ayato Slowly Falling For Ex-Best Friend Who He Previously Attempted To Murder
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Budo Masuta
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Umeji Kizuguchi
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Umeji Falling In Love
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Student Council
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Student Council Secrets
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Mahito
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Satoru Gojo
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Yandere
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Donor 1 - Donor 1.5
Creep
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Imposter
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Ignorance
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Eijirou Kirishima
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Bitter Work: Spin-Off
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Izuku Midoriya
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Katsuki Bakugou
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Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.
Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, non-con, somnophilia, oral sex; male receiving, unprotected sex.
Summary: Nothing, no spoilers.
W/C: 300+
Mammon slowly stirs awake, the sleepiness weighing down his eyelids and maintaining his eyes closed, leaving him to rely on his other senses. He quickly takes notice of the warmth wrapped around his hardening member, realizing that he’s being sucked off. His eyes manage to peek open enough for him to see a figure under his bed sheets, the head bobbing up and down making a cheeky smile find its way to his face.
Instead of saying a cocky remark as he usually does, he decides to simply lay further into his bed and enjoy the feeling. He quickly starts moaning carelessly as his hands lazily sneak under the covers, taking a hold of the head to guide the movements at a faster, steadier pace. He feels the nose come into contact with his lower stomach, forcing out a moan of your name with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
The door to his room clicks open with the noise falling on deaf ears, only being roused by the scream at the doorway. He quickly sits up halfway to see the look of horror on your face while he stares at you in shock, too stunned to react before you quickly run away with a muffled sob. He wastes no time in shoving the sheets off of him, wondering if you were just standing in his doorway, who’s the person who had been blowing him?
Mammon shouts in surprise at the sight, falling out of the bed. “The hell are you doin’?!” He shouts at the familiar face while dread fills him, the same look of horror you had now in his face as well. The witch only smiles in return while looking down at his wide eyes that stare back, remembering how they met just a few days prior, though a few days was enough for him to fall in debt again, and when it became apparent enough that he wouldn’t pay up, the witch decided ruining his relationship would be payment enough.
Creep.
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Yandere! Satoru Gojo x GN! Reader.
Warnings: Implied yandere themes at the end, implied non-con threat, light physical abuse.
Summary: After leaving work early in the morning with an empty stomach, you stop at a gas station for a quick meal but instead get more than you bargained for.
W/C: 1.3k+
You continue to walk through the dark empty streets of the night with a pain in your stomach, reminding you of how your lunch had gone bad, leaving you unable to eat. You could’ve walked to the nearest place where you could buy the closest thing to food, but it would’ve taken over half of your lunch break just to get to the food, not to mention having to wait for it, it would’ve been too late by then and unfortunately, your boss was in a bad mood already- well, they always were.
Putting your faith in the large meal you had before work to pull you through the rest of the day proved to be a wrong choice. You quicken your pace to reach sooner the gas station you’ve come across many times, already feeling relieved as soon as it comes into sight in the distance. After what feels like an eternity, you finally reach the doors, pushing one open for you to pass. “Good morning.” You nonchalantly greet the cashier who gawks at you as soon as your back is to them.
You easily find your way to the ‘quick meals’ section, pick something out and ready it for the microwave. While your food spins in the small space, you take your time to wander through the isles on the left, quickly regretting it due to your growing hunger urging you to buy everything that catches your eye. As you take your last turn, you realize you're alone with the cashier, nothing really coming to your mind until you walk back to the microwave, noticing the disgusting stare they give you.
You stand in a proper position to keep them in your peripherals while staring at the numbers, wishing they would go by faster. Your pleads fall on deaf ears, noticing that even worst, the cashier leaves their spot and approaches you. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Their voice asks. “Nothing.” Your tone gives a clear sign of being uninterested, hoping that they’ll get the hint and leave.
You manage to block out the noise of their voice, feeling worry clouding your mind when you notice how close they’re standing to you. You visibly take a step further from them, once again hoping that they’ll leave you, but they seem to have no problem carrying the one-sided conversation while following your migrating form. Their hand falls on your shoulder for you to push it off only for it to find its way to your lower back instead, now having to shove it away.
“Do not touch me.” You look up at the larger figure. “Oh come on, clearly, I’m-” Their threat gets interrupted with the door opening behind the two of you. You look at the taller man and take notice of his dark purple clothes, nearly black with pure white hair and even more noticeable, the black blindfold covering his eyes. Despite his eyes being covered, he seems to have no problem walking through the isles and grabbing a few things in his free hand, the other one holding a duffle bag.
“Listen,” The cashier continues the conversation in a hushed voice as soon as the other man is out of sight, squeezing your shoulder painfully. “I’m clearly the bigger one here, so play nice and stick around until this asshole leaves.” They release your shoulder as the microwave dings. You lower your head and glance behind you, seeing a peek of the white hair over the isles. You sprint as quick as you can to the other man with the cashier after you, slowing your rushed pace once you take a turn with the tall man in your sight.
“Oh my god! It’s been so long I wasn’t sure it was you! How have you been?” You try your best to sound convincing and pick up a conversation with the stranger who moves to stand straight to face you, his glance to the cashier behind you being blocked by his blindfold. “… Now I remember you!” He plasters a more than convincing smile on his face as opposed to the neutral expression he had.
“It’s been so long! No wonder you looked familiar!” He gushes with an upbeat attitude while you thank the stars for the man following the lead. “What are you doing here?” You ask with a smile. “Just a quick stop before I head home, I had a long work trip.” He responds while the cashier leaves with an angry expression. “You want me to walk you home?” He gives you a warm smile while you briefly eye his bag, wondering if he really was on a work trip.
“Yeah.” You answer, your facade falling for a split second, still not feeling comfortable with the man but he seemed like a better option, at least on the surface. “How have you been? What are you doing here so early in the morning?” He continues to the conversation, waving a hand over as he passes you, signaling you to follow behind him. “My lunch went bad at work, I didn’t think I’d make it home.” You explain, eyeing his odd form.
You acknowledge his height even more when he’s forced to crouch down to pick up something on the lower shelves. “Oh man, that must’ve sucked.” He tries to console while you eye the way he spreads his legs unnecessarily far apart, making you wonder if it’s a habit. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” You say, taking a few seconds to come up with something else to continue to conversation. “So, why were you on a work trip?” You ask as he stands.
“Oh, you know how the higher ups get on me, it seems I can’t catch a break.” He walks you to the microwave. “I’m just glad I’m seeing my kids again.” He adds after pointing at the microwave, reminding you of your food. “You have kids?” You ask as you take your food out. “I might as well, they’re my students.” He walks with you to the register. You continue to question his answers in your head, gathering that he’s some sort of teacher, now wondering what kind of a teacher goes to work trips?
Maybe he was actually finding it hard to keep up with a facade. “I’ve got three of them, they’ve really been improving.” He sets his items on the counter. “What about you? You got any kids?” He asks. “No, I’m too busy with work anyway.” You see him pay for his items. “When was the last time you took a break?” He comments while you pay for your food. “It’s been a while.” You admit, following him to the exit and giving him a small ‘thank you’ when he opens the door for you, exiting behind you.
“… So, do you mind me asking what you were doing out at two in the morning?” He continues, trying to comfort you with a smile. “… My food went bad at work.” You repeat. “You weren’t lying then, well, neither was I, I just got back from a work trip.” He says, giving you a feeling that he appreciates your honesty. “A work trip as a teacher?” You question after taking a large bite from your food.
“Yeah, it’s a little weird. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to come back, one of my students might as well be my actual kid, I wanted to see him again.” He explains, easing a little your worry. “Now, are you sure you want me to walk you home, or do you want to take it from here?” He asks. “It’s okay, I can take it from here, I don’t want to keep you from your kid. Thank you so much.” You thank. “Are you sure? My kid’s safe at home, but you’re quite exposed out here.” He insists.
“If it’s not too much of a bother,” “Not at all! I’d feel better knowing you’re at home and safe as well.” He assures. “Thank you so much.” You bow. “There’s no need for that.” He follows your lead in the direction you’re walking. “Just please consider changing your shift, I’d hate for you to deal with more people like them.” He suggests to which you agree with a smile, unknowingly creating another creep.
Donor 1.
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Part 1.5
Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.
Warnings: Yandere themes, somewhat non-con, implied panty-stealing, implied male masturbation.
Summary: Gojo decides to make a few last minute changes in your artificial insemination.
W/C: 1.4k+
“Okay, thank you, you too, bye bye.” You bid farewell over the phone while the apartment door opens in the background before you hang up, letting out a noise of excitement. “What was that? I didn’t know humans could make that noise.” Your roommate jokes as he enters the kitchen area. “Gojo! I just got off the phone with the facility, someone just cancelled and they gave me their spot! I’m going in tomorrow!” You enthusiastically explain, unaware of the way his smile falters, replaced by a frown.
Tomorrow? That’s too early for him. He’s been too busy to make his move, and despite still being busy; he has to make the time now. “I’m finally gonna be a mom!” You add with the biggest smile he’s ever seen. “That’s amazing!” He quickly composes himself, burning with rage inside. “Though, to tell you the truth… you don’t need artificial insemination to have a kid of your own.” He comments.
“I know, but I don’t exactly have a volunteer, and knowing the dad of my kid sounds like a hassle.” You roll your eyes at the end. Of course it’d be a hassle, you hate relationships, it’s the whole reason why Gojo’s had to tone down his insistence on taking you out, at least he doesn’t have to worry about someone else stealing you away. “Well, if you need a volunteer, I’m right here.” He gives you a thumb up, pulling his blindfold up from the side to let you see him winking at you with a goofy smile.
“Come on now, that joke’s gotten old. You know I’d never do that.” Your voice turns serious, annoyed at him for repeating himself. He feels a sharp pain in his stomach with his rage boiling hotter, forced to maintain his front. “Relax, of course I know that. Anyway, I just dropped by for a quick shower before heading out again.” He moves towards the exit of the kitchen. “What’s it about this time?” You ask.
“Just the higher ups with the same problems, nothing to worry about.” He waves a hand dismissively as he heads to his room, locking the door behind him before unzipping his pants with a hand reaching into his drawer for a used pair of your underwear.
~.~
“Good evening, I’d like to speak to Dr. Tanaka.” Gojo stands at reception. “Do you have an appointment with him?” The receptionist asks. “No, but he’ll want to hear this.” Gojo assures. “I’m sorry but Dr. Tanaka is very strict in regards t- Hey! You can’t do that!” She shouts when Gojo snatches a paper that informs him of his whereabouts. “Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” He tosses the paper behind him nonchalantly, walking through the halls of the facility you’re scheduled to go to the next day.
“Dr. Tanaka!” Gojo bursts through the door, seeing him sat at a desk with a patient, startling them. “It’s so good to see you again, I’m sorry to burst through but I have something very important to tell you.” He continues speaking. “What the hell are you talking about?! I don’t know you! Get out!” The doctor shouts at him, having stood up from his seat. “Don’t worry miss, this’ll only take a few minutes.” Gojo directs out the older patient.
“What are you doing?! Who the hell are you?!” The doctor continues to shout as he shuts the door. “Now that we’re alone,” He locks the door, dropping his smile. “Let’s get to the point.” He turns around. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are but-!” The doctor marches up to him before being interrupted. “Listen,” Gojo sternly states, completely dropping his facade, the rage and anger he’s been feeling since you gave him the news finally surfacing.
“This is what’s going to happen, tomorrow, a woman is going to come in for an artificial insemination, I don’t care what donor you had in line, you’re going to give her this one instead.” He explains, holding up a closed container filled to the brim with his cum. The doctor stares in fear at the anger Gojo emanates but manages to compose himself enough. “A- And why would I do that?” He cautiously asks.
“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t.” Gojo picks him up by his collar, staring him down for long enough until he feels him give in. Gojo releases him from his hold and hands him the container, plastering another smile on his face. “Now then, I’m glad we were able to get to an agreement, I’ll see you tomorrow doctor.” He slaps a wad of cash onto his hand, turning around to open the door. “Oh, and while you’re at it doctor, get a woman to do it.” He stands at the doorway.
“Wait, how will I know who to give this to?” The doctor asks. “You will.” Gojo looks behind him before leaving.
~.~
“It’s alright, you’re going to be fine.” Gojo assures you while holding your hands in his, seeing you take deep breaths in the waiting room of the facility. “I know, I just feel nervous all of the sudden.” You smile nervously, quickly followed by the call of your name. “Here!” You shoot up. “This way please.” The soft voice directs you with Gojo following behind with a comforting hand resting on your shoulder.
“Here.” You reach your stop, having the door opened for you as you give a small ‘thank you’. You walk in with Gojo behind you, shutting the door while giving the doctor a certain smile, causing him to swallow thickly at the memory of his threat. “Please excuse me.” The doctor stands as you and Gojo take a seat, quickly exiting the room. “Well that’s rude, why did he call us in if he wasn’t ready?” You complain, anxious to get the procedure started.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” He smiles to himself. You wait for a couple of minutes in silence before somebody finally returns to the room with a knock. “Good morning, I’ll be attending you today.” The woman’s voice says, introducing herself with her name. “I thought Dr. Tanaka was-” “There’s no need to worry about that.” She assures, closing the door. “Now, let’s get started.” She states and in just a matter of minutes, you’re laying flat wearing scrubs for hospital patients.
“Will it hurt?” You ask the doctor. “Not at all, it’s completely painless.” She answers while Gojo squeezes your hand in a reassuring manner. In just a few more seconds, you’ll be filled with him, just the thought alone makes his pants tighten. “Now, I’ll insert the tube.” She warns. “Okay.” You agree, expecting at least a little pain considering that the tube is meant to go through your cervix, but it never comes, after all, it is a small tube.
You only feel something reach your cervix but not much afterwards, not until you feel the liquid go in. The way your eyes widen in surprise informs Gojo of what’s happening and he’s forced to contain a moan at the look on your face. You make a small cringe expression with your face at the odd feeling but soon enough, it’s over. “All done, please remain in your horizontal position for at least 15 minutes to let the sperm work. I’ll be back in half an hour.” She explains, standing from her position and leaving.
“That’s it?” You ask after the door closes. “Well, I guess it really was a simple procedure.” Gojo comments. “How do you feel?” He looks over at you, trying to contain a smile that would only scare you. “Weird, it’s hard to explain…” You focus on the still unfamiliar sensation. “Are you sure it didn’t hurt?” He asks. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just wish I’d asked her if I can lower my legs.” You look at your raised legs. “You should leave them up just in case.” He suggests.
“Yeah… I can’t believe I’m gonna be a mom.”
~.~
You stare at the newborn in your weak arms with as much confusion as you can muster after the brutal hours of birth, still trying to catch your breath. As a pair of stronger arms find their way under your own shaky ones to offer aid, the newborn continues to stare at you with its bright blue eyes, pristine white lashes kissing its cheeks with every blink as it takes a gentle hold at the finger offered by its father, seeing him offering a bright smile.
Yandere Ayato Aishi Falling For Ex-Best Friend Headcanons.
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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x GN! Reader.
Warnings: Yandere themes, murder, stalking, light implied bullying.
Summary: Request:
Headcanons for ayato aishi slowly falling for his ex best friend reader whos now acts like they doesnt know him and avoid them because they knew their true self and tried to kill them in the past
W/C: 500+
I feel like the only reason Ayato would have friends would be for personal gain and to blend in a little more, a best friend would be due to a significant amount of personal gain for his Senpai.
So maybe you’re very knowledgeable of things that would help him with his murders and you just pass his odd questions by him just simply being very curious.
But then you’re unfortunate enough to witness him disposing of a corpse.
As said, he only befriended you for personal gain, so it was nothing for him to drag you deeper in the storage room of the school to finish you off to make sure that you never utter a word of what you saw.
He’s oddly enough taken back at the look of horror on your face when he raises his weapon on you, shocked enough for you to slip away.
Recognizing his mistake, he follows you to the courtyard where many students stand, making it unable for him to finish the job.
The rest of the school day, he notices you spending your time around groups of people, as well as not uttering a word of what you saw.
You remain in shock the first day, unable to report what happened.
As soon as you try to talk yourself into doing so, fear of what would happen to you if you do so overtakes you and you instead keep quiet.
So the following days, Ayato keeps an especially close eye on you to make sure you stay quiet.
He has no problem making his presence known to you, using it as a scare tactic to pressure you into keeping your lips sealed.
All this spending time keeping his eye on you means spending more time away from his Senpai.
As he stalks you, his mind often wanders back to the storage room, wondering why he couldn’t kill you.
The more he ponders about it, the closer he gets to realize that he just couldn’t allow himself to be the cause of such terror to you.
He couldn’t end you.
He comes to the conclusion that he actually viewed you as a friend, which he later finds out is wrong.
With you on edge, he sees you being excessively jumpy around other students, a few of them (especially the bullies) exploiting it a little more than he’d like.
Due to this; as time goes by, he notices that he simply cannot have you in a terrified state rather than being unable to be the cause of it.
He eventually finds himself hurting and threatening the bullies for scaring you (while trying to retain some anonymity).
It isn’t until he’s too deep in that he realizes his obsession has somehow transcended from his once dear Senpai to you.
Unfortunately for him, you witnessed him committing an atrocious act.
Yandere No Sutoka.
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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…”
Bitter Work.
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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.
Genderbend.
Main Masterlist
JJK Masterlist
Fem! Mahito x Desperate! Male! Reader.
Warnings: Sexual acts, rough sex, groping, vaginal penetration, oral sex; male and female receiving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, size kink, creampie.
Summary: Mahito has some 'fun' as a female for the first time.
WC: 2.4k+
You continue to scroll through your phone while holding onto the rail above you at the train, trying to pass some time despite almost reaching your stop. Your phone suddenly dies on you, your brows raising in surprise as you wonder when was the last time you checked the battery while you roll your eyes and put it away. You leave your hand in your pocket and look around in attempt to distract yourself, your eyes falling on an unusual sight.
A pale short girl with light blue hair neatly tied into a ponytail standing in the train still in her school uniform with a body that seems to be made out of patchwork. Lines with the occasional staples ran horizontally along her legs, arms- or at least what little you could see of them covered in the sleeves of the uniform. You wonder for a few seconds if there was patchwork under the clothes, you certainly can’t see any on the skin of her stomach peeking out of her shirt.
You continue to study her, unaware of the rudeness as well as the pair of eyes following your line of sight that travels to her neck to find more patchwork and then finally reaching her face to see her dual-colored eyes under her soft bangs already looking at you with a smug grin. Your eyes quickly widen and you immediately look away with your cheeks burning at the embarrassment of being caught ogling her.
You start to mentally scold yourself and try to excuse yourself that you were just looking at the patchwork only to mentally slap a hand over your face for it. The train’s fairly empty, but there’s still enough people to have you standing, did they not notice the odd sight of someone with staples in their body? It’s not exactly the same as piercing, it’s still something that would warrant some attention from people.
You look at the passengers around you through the corner of your eye and notice that surely enough, everybody seems to be stuck in their own world. Maybe you’re just overthinking, you’re just making a big deal out of it. The train reaches your stop and as you start to walk to the doors, the girl walks by in front of you, maintaining eye contact with a smirk during the process, prancing through the people under the afternoon sunlight without a care.
Your eyes widen at the sight of her short skirt flowing enough to show you just the smallest peek of her naked ass and you quickly look around to see that nobody else is looking. When did you become the only pervert around? And why would she dress like that in a place that tends to be full of creeps? The slight tightening of your pants points out the hypocrisy of your thoughts and you quickly shove your hands in your pockets to try to accommodate your pants to hide your ‘problem’.
You hurry through the people to get away from them, pausing at the nearby sidewalk to cross the road, seeing the same girl on the other side. She continues to stare at you with the same pleased look on her face, waiting for you until you start crossing the road. She proceeds to walk with a slight bounce on her step, glancing behind her periodically to look at you as if to make sure you're following her.
You reach your turn but your legs refuse to listen to you and continue to drag you forward after her, trailing her for who knows how long. She finally comes to a stop at a corner, but not at the corner of a street as she turns around to see you halting your step as well to maintain the 15-foot distance between you. She stares at you with a soft smile on her face before ducking into the alley to her left.
“Hey, wait.” You stretch out a hand, wondering why you asked her to wait. You quickly move to where she was standing and look down the surprisingly wide alley to see that she already reached the back of it to stand behind yet another corner, placing her hand beside it with her head purposefully peeking out to look at you briefly with a small giggle before walking away. Was she implying… no, she probably just wants to butcher you or something.
You look down at your pants and notice that your ‘problem’ has eased down and heavily consider walking away, after all, just how much of a horny pervert did you have to be to take a risk like this? “Are you coming?” You hear what you assume is her soft voice echoing, calling for you, tipping you over and having you cautiously walking through the alley as the streets start emptying.
You finally reach the end of the alley to see another shorter one leading to a dead end on your left with the girl standing nearby. “So, you can actually see me.” She acknowledges. “I know I was staring earlier, but you talk like I’m not supposed to be able to see you at all.” You speak. “You’re not. Or at least not normal humans anyway.” She says, starting to approach you as you hold your ground.
As soon as she reaches you, she throws her arms around your neck with your hands instinctively going to her waist in surprise with your eyes widening at her boldness. “I was just starting to think you wouldn’t follow me down here.” She continues to smile in a teasing manner. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” She questions your silence. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know what you were getting into.” She carries the conversation with an amused smile.
“You humans can be so weird.” She comments. “What are you talking about?” You ask. “Oh! Would you look at that.” She gasps while looking down between your pressed-together bodies. “You’re already getting excited!” She points out your erection as your body stiffens, thinking about how pathetic you are for getting hard just over having a girl press against your body, after all, it has been a while.
She drops to her knees with ease and yanks down your pants to your thighs, having you jump away to the wall at her surprising speed. “Hey! Take it easy.” You hold a hand out. “Come on, don’t be a prude, you were just ogling me earlier.” She continues to speak with an odd innocence in her voice, a permanent smile remaining on her face. “Now,” She crawls to you. “Let me take care of you.” Her hands pull down your underwear to let your half-hard length of its confines as you already leak precum.
“I hope I do well.” She comments before taking you in her mouth, causing you to gasp. Her small hands hold the base of your member as she sinks you further into her mouth, stopping with a content moan once your tip reaches the start of her throat. The vibrations of her moan causes you to open your mouth to let out muted one of your own with eyes closed as she starts to move her head back and forth at an even pace.
Her tongue peeks out to lick the underside of your shaft, leaving a wet stripe as she moves her head, feeling you growing and fully hardening in her mouth with a hand starting to jerk what doesn’t fit as her other one presses on your lower stomach to keep you pressed on the wall with a surprising amount of strength. You feel her shuffling and peek your eyes open to see her kicking her shoes off, neatly placing her feet together.
She slowly pulls back until only the tip is in her mouth, focusing on sucking it while her hand pulls your foreskin over the head and back again, forcing you to moan. Your head falls back onto the wall as she sucks harder with tentative licks at your slit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as more noises leave past your lips. She removes her mouth to take a breath with a string of saliva briefly keeping you connected while her hand carries on.
She trails her soft lips along the side of your length and settles at your base, sucking, biting and gently pulling at the skin as she picks up the pace of her hand. You grunt with your head drooping down as you feel yourself getting closer to your high, opening your eyes to see her blue and gray ones staring at you through her bangs. Her hand angles your length upward and licks and sucks on the skin of your balls, pressing her nose against them to audibly smell them.
You feel her tongue trail back up to your tip and envelope you in her mouth again, slowly sinking you in until her nose meets your lower stomach. Her head starts moving back and forth, making sure to keep you in her throat as much as she can with her hands on your hips. “I’m gonna cum.” You breathlessly warn. “Hmm?” She hums without stopping her actions, not knowing what you mean.
You take that she won’t pull back giving her incessant actions and grab the back of her head to harshly shove her to you, forcing her to take you all the way in as you release in her throat with a load moan, sensitive from the pleasure. Her hands grip at your hips shortly before relaxing, swallowing your cum with surprising ease until your hands start to loosen their grip on her, letting her pull back after finishing.
She flicks out her tongue to lick around her mouth audibly and stands up. “My turn.” She pulls you off the wall to press her front against it, hands flat on the wall and looking back at you as she sticks her ass out. You momentarily take a look at the small yet plump cheeks to see that they’re smooth; no patchwork, but even so you drop to your knees to get a closer look, grabbing her ass and spreading the cheeks up far apart to take a look at both holes.
You press your thumbs on her lower lips and pull one to the side, seeing that she’s not as wet as you’d like. “Are you enjoying the vie- oh!” She gasps in surprise when you lick a stripe through her slit, laying your tongue flat to lick up and down between her folds. “Ah…” She moans as you find her clit, flicking your tongue against it in attempt to wet her faster. You drag your tongue back up to kiss, suck and lick at the folds while massaging her ass, squeezing it to feel it seeping between your fingers.
You push your tongue through her opening and force a loud moan from her, feeling more of her wetness leaking. “It feels good.” She moans. “You’re quite talky.” You pull away from her, wiping your mouth. “Does it bother you?” She asks before you yank down her skirt, standing up and pulling off her shirt to leave her naked, wanting to see all of her. Grabbing onto her waist, you press her deeper against the wall while angling her hips toward you.
You line yourself with her entrance and prod lightly before pushing, attempting to enter her, feeling resistance. Suddenly, you feel her accommodate and slip in with ease, feeling her soft soaked walls squeezing ever so lightly. “Ah fuck.” You moan when your hips meet her ass, stilling yourself to get accustomed to the feeling. “You feel good!” She grips the wall as you poke her cervix, grabbing onto her ass.
Soon, you start slowly moving your hips back and forth, hearing her moan loudly and trying to meet with your thrusts halfway. You grab harder onto one of her ass cheeks and pull it to the side, watching her puckered hole clench from the intrusion before looking lower to see yourself slipping in and out of her. You start picking up your pace, feeling her clench occasionally at every poke of her cervix as she lets out pleased sighs, arching her back more to welcome you in easier.
You grab onto one of her thighs and push her leg up onto the wall, getting a better angle and a louder moan from her. Your other hand reaches around her to wrap your arm over her chest, hand landing on her boob as you press your front against her back, squeezing her between your body and the wall. You grip her small tit in your hand, pinching and tugging hard on the nipple with your hips starting to audibly smack into her ass. “Oh!” She gasps and you realize you hit her soft spot.
You speed up your thrusts to slam your hips into her, hitting her spot repeatedly and having her nearly screaming as her eyes squeeze shut at the unfamiliar feelings. Her legs easily start shaking as she attempts to squeeze them shut while clenching tighter around you, letting you know how close she is. Her head falls back onto your shoulder with her eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly in your ear and giving you an opportunity to slip your hand from her breast down to her clit.
You press a finger hard onto the nub and as soon as you start rubbing it in harsh circles, a loud scream falls from her mouth and you feel wetness escaping her and squirting onto your balls, wetting the upper inside of your thighs in the process. Her orgasm triggers your own, moving your hand to yank her hips closer, you bury yourself as deep as you can before spilling your cum. Her eyes open wide with a small surprised moan at the sensation of you filling her as she relaxes against you.
“It’s warm.” She sighs happily as you start to slowly pull out your softening member, letting her feel your cum leaking through her hole. She detaches herself from you and composes herself turning around to face you. Looking down, you pull your pants and underwear back up, covering yourself but hear an odd mushing noise followed by bones cracking. “That was fun, now I know why there’s so many whores around.” Her voice says as you fall back, looking in horror.
Her body contorts in odd shapes before her arms turn longer, thicker, more muscular followed by her legs, her crotch changing as well to have a penis. “That was the first time I had sex as a girl, let alone having a dick inside of me,” The breasts disappear to be replaced with a flat toned chest above heavily marked abs while you hear bones crack with her height growing taller, leaving instead a tall, naked, muscular man before you, the only thing remaining the same being the voice.
“So, how’d I do?”
Debt.
Main Masterlist
BNHA Masterlist
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.