I Just Wanna Say I’m Obsessed With The Izuku Fic Longing, I’ve Like Reread It So Many Times!! Will

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Daiki Aomine

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Yandere

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The Loathing

Seijuro Akashi

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Yandere

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The Loathing

Non-Yandere

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Yandere No Sutoka.

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Part 2: Fem Reader Version - Male Reader Version

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…”

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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.

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.

The Outbreak.

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Fem Reader Version

Katsuki Bakugou x Male! Reader.

Warnings: Apocalypse AU, non-quirks AU, blood, death, attempted non-con.

Summary: You stand in the middle of school with your boyfriend leaving sick only for a much more serious disease to appear while he's gone.

W/C: 1.5k+

You stand in place listening to the school announcements in silence with the rest of the classes lined perfectly outside and give a small glance to your blonde boyfriend a few feet away from you, noticing something odd in his behavior. He seems to be having trouble standing straight, lightly swaying in circles and hunched over holding his head low, which is unusual for someone with their pride and ego the size of an elephant.

You see him walk over to your teacher and say something before leaving towards the inside of the school building, walking beside you in the process and worrying you even more. You look back forward again and wait for the announcements to finish, standing quietly in place. Suddenly, you hear loud gasps and look over to see that a student fainted, the announcements immediately stopping with the class teacher taking a closer look.

Another set of gasps filling your ears has you turning your head in the direction to see yet another student passed out, another one following suit having the other students panicking. With more students and even teachers falling over, the panic only worsens, the speakers trying to keep everyone calm. A loud piercing scream is heard next with everybody’s heads turning in the direction to see that one of the passed out people woke up and is now biting at the neck of said screaming person.

More screams are heard at the sight of the blood gushing out like a fountain with a teacher trying to pull away the student only to get chunks bitten out herself. “HELP! HELP ME!” Someone shouts, having someone else on top of them as well. You look around and see multiple people running away, some being chased down and eaten alive all while screaming for help, giant puddles of blood starting to form.

Your mind quickly drifts to Bakugou and you look back to the school where most are running to, no doubt soon to be filled with the man-eating creatures, and before you can tell yourself otherwise, you’re running out the school with horrid screeching and screaming noises following behind you. You run as fast as your legs can carry you while trying to block the desperate voices of people screaming for help, guilt eating at your chest and hoping that just maybe Bakugou could make it out.

Barely slowing down, you take in the sight of the large tall building coming in sight and quickly make the decision to hide in the abandoned mental hospital that always seemed awfully close to the school. You rush in and slam the double doors shut, locking them with the surface door bolts at the top and stepping aside to hide behind a thick concrete column, peeking from behind them at the glass of the doors that serve as the only light source.

You watch with shaking hands as people run by in front of the building, trying to outrun the blood-covered shrieking people, some failing and being caught. You flinch back when someone slams into the door and desperately tries to pull the door open, hiding further behind the column and seeing the young man desperately trying to get in. “Let me in! Please let me in! I know you’re in there! I just saw you go in!” He shouts.

You quietly step away and hold your ears in attempt to block out his shouts for help, knowing that if you open the door, he might not be the only one to come in, or maybe not the only sane one. “I’ll break the glass!” Your eyes widen at his words. “You hear me! Let me in or I’ll break the glass!” He repeats and you peek back around the corner before quickly going to the doors and unlocking one of them to let him in, slamming the door back shut and locking it.

You both step back but it’s not long before he grabs the rusted old metal tables and pulls them towards the doors, barricading them with you soon following after, grabbing some chairs and helping him block the entry, leaving you in an almost pitch black darkness, just barely being able to see. You finally move away from the doors once again and turn around only to freeze stiff, managing to make out the sight of a gun being pointed at you.

“You know how this goes, move.” He directs you by pointing his gun to the wall on your right before aiming back at you. You slowly bring your hands up and carefully move to your right and away from the door, stopping in an open doorway leading to a hall further into the hospital. “Why are you doing this? I helped you.” You quietly say, your voice barely audible through the screams and horrid sounds of the flesh-eating creatures outside.

“You talk like you weren’t just gonna leave me to die.” You hear the smile in his voice, feeling his piercing gaze on you. “… Take your clothes off.” He breaks the small pause. “… What?” You start to panic. “NOW!” His shout makes you flinch. Your shaky hands grab at the blazer of your uniform and slowly take it off, hearing the low pat of it landing on the floor. “Slower.” He whispers in a seductive tone that only makes tears start to fall from your eyes.

You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet and slowly unbutton your dress shirt until it’s falling to the floor with your blazer, leaving your top half bare. “Keep going.” He eggs on. A shaky breath escapes you as you grab your belt, unbuckling it before pushing your pants off, stepping out of them as well as your shoes in the process. “Good…” He continues to speak in a low voice, letting you hear a barely audible noise coming from behind you.

You turn your head around and stare intently, waiting for a few seconds and managing to see something sprint from one side of the end of the hall to the other. You go to take off and run away from the doorway but stop at the man shouting at you with his gun following you closely. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He sternly asks. “Please, there’s something behind me.” You beg. “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?” You barely even register his words, noticing something slowly approaching from behind him.

Bakugou.

He made it out. And he must’ve gotten in through the side entrance. “Please, just let me move away, I’m begging you.” You keep the older male’s attention on you while Bakugou quietly sneaks in closer. “Keep undressing.” The man urges but you look behind you instead, seeing the silhouette of the creature once again run from one side to the other but now much closer than before, the poor lighting as well as you standing in the way keeping the man from seeing.

You duck away to the side just when the horrid creature crosses the doorway with an ear-piercing shriek, barely dodging it in time for it to instead lunge at the man who kills it with a single bullet with ease. As soon as the monster falls, Bakugou’s quick to act and finally reaches him, grabbing his face from behind and without hesitation, shoving his fingers in his eyes, hearing him instantly scream and drop the gun in pain.

He shoves the man to the floor, grabs the gun and opts for repeatedly smashing the bottom of the grip against his bleeding face, knowing he could need the bullets for later. You squeeze your eyes shut and cover your ears in attempt to drown out the noise of Bakugou smashing his face in, only stopping once his screams of agony have stopped. You slowly uncover your ears and only hear the sound of him panting, deciding to open your eyes and look over at him with tears still running down your cheeks.

As soon as he hears you sniffle, he looks over at you and moves away from the corpse to embrace you in a hug, keeping the gun in his hand. “It’s okay, you’re fine now.” He consoles. “Are you okay?” You sob while his hand rubs at your shoulder before pulling your head away from his neck so he can see you in the poor lighting of the building, remembering how he seemed sick at the school announcements.

“Don’t worry about me, it was just a stomach bug. It isn’t easy to spill your guts out while you hear people screaming, but I’m okay.” He assures, holding your face and staring into your hopeless empty eyes. “My boy… My smart boy, I knew you’d hide here.” He brushes your tears away with a warm smile, trying to cheer you up if only a little.

“I’m so proud of you.” He praises while stroking your cheek, knowing it must’ve been hard for you to make it out of the school only to end up with some idiot trying to take advantage of you. “I promise you, we’re gonna make it.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips and holds you in his arms, hoping that you would make it.

Hey do you think you can write about kirishima and his darling from bitter work? I’m curious about them

I never really thought about it 🤔, sounds interesting though, I’ll do what I can in my free time 😊

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.

I really like how you write gojo and bakugou, do you have any upcoming posts about them?

No, not really 😔, but I really do enjoy writing for them as well :)

ayano with a yandere s/o?

I’ll give it a try :)