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I feel like I'm 15 again. Todoroki was my first BNHA love, it's only fair that he gets a little something.
Shoto, who has had his eye on you ever since his UA days. He was enrolled in the hero course while you were in the general course, leading a completely separate life from his own. You had your own interests, hobbies, friends.
It was so beautiful to admire, from a safe distance of course.
Shoto was aware of his popularity amongst the student body due to his powerful quirk and impeccable grades. Whenever he would walk down the hall to class the murmurs of hundreds of students would follow, their beady and curious eyes either glaring daggers of envy or were in absolute awe of him.
Either way, he did not care, not for any single one of them. He was never too keen to call the people around him "extras" in the same way Bakugo did but whenever he would catch sight of you in the hall, every single possible distraction really did become a hassle. His cool mask was always under the dangerous threat of melting at the mere sight of you, it would even triple if you talked to, or if God was feeling merciful, accidentally touch him. His mask of indifference would slip for a brief second, dual eyes widening in shock as he would get a whiff of your perfume and would curse the fact that there were so many people around.
If he could die with his nose buried in your neck, it would be the sweetest way to go.
Shoto would become paranoid of the thought of being discovered. Sometimes, just sometimes when he was feeling just a little bit bolder than usual, he would press himself just ever so closer to you in the cramped hall and would take in every nook and cranny he possibly could. The average student would think nothing of this as he was probably just in a rush to get to class. He would also always apologize politely, Shoto would even try giving you a sweet smile while doing so.
However. The people who knew Shoto were not your average students.
Bakugo was not known for his subtlety and that legacy still lives on. On a Friday evening when the last bell had rung and the classroom was empty, the hotheaded lad trapped Shoto in a corner.
"Just say how you feel dumbass." Bakugo had said, his gruff tone slightly quieter than usual.
At least he had enough grace to not be a complete jackass.
With his eyes closed and lips pressed in a thin line Shoto had shook his head in defiance. Bakugo made the entire situation sound so easy, as if Shoto could just walk up to you and ask to hang out. You were a kind person and would most likely say yes, but Shoto was not so sure if you could handle the sheer intensity of his feelings. This, whatever this was, was all consuming, it left Shoto feeling breathless and restless, for who knows how long. You made him lose focus but you also made him so much stronger at the same time. He would space out in class a bit too often for comfort, which lead to Aizawa scolding him until the tips of his ears turned red.
This was so much more than a simple crush.
Bakugo shrugged his shoulders and exited the classroom. "Whatever you say icy hot. Just don't start crying if things don't go down the way you want them to."
Time passes, you all graduate. Shoto still pines helplessly from a distance but he has gotten just a little bit closer to you. Sometimes you meet up and hang out, he could always feel the tips of his fingers twitching in anticipation, eager to hold you but he kept his distance.
He didn't want to scare you off.
Even more time has passed and Shoto is a professional hero now. He is an honest worker and has built up a strong reputation. Everyone wants to be him or be with him.
But he still wants you.
Even after all these years, he still longs for your touch. He longs to be the only man in your life, the one you come home to.
Shoto watches you from his office window, his eyes glued to you and the person you were so lovingly fondling over. He grits his teeth and clenches his fist so tight that his knuckles turn white as snow.
That should be him down there. He should be the one who gets to hold you, touch you, kiss you.
It should be Shoto Todoroki who you love. Not whoever that extra is. He swiftly turns his gaze away from the window, a sick amusement coming over him. "Extra" really was a fitting term for whoever was down there.
Shoto should have listened to Bakugo all those years ago. He should have listened to him. He may be a cocky loudmouth but he was right and you had slipped right away from him.
Finally, it was time to take matters into his own two hands. He was done longing and lingering in the shadows. He wasn't too keen on manipulating the hero system he swore to protect but damn it all. It had to be done.
Killing your little lover was so easy, it came to him like breathing. The beauty of his quirk that it was so versatile, he could come up with so many creative ways into disposing that pesky thorn in his side. Hot flames and horrid ice marred the flesh of your little lover but Shoto was clever. Oh yes, Shoto was indeed so clever as he made sure to keep the physical torture to the minimum, just in case someone decided to get smart and start suspecting him.
Besides, it was so much more impactful to gloat over his victory. He was the one who was going to take care of you for the rest of your days together.
Not even death could tear you away from him.
Shoto watched the life being snuffed away from the poor sucker as he cried and spat out pools of sweat and blood. There were no heroes here that could help him, not a single soul was in sight.
He was completely in Shoto's mercy. And he was not going to give him a single drop of it.
The pro hero tossed the lifeless body aside and hid it sloppily, because he knew that you would be worried, that people would come looking. He cleaned up the scene of the crime and secured himself an alibi, just to be safe.
Shoto started walking towards his office but the adrenaline of the encounter still pumped in his veins, his mind was all over the place.
And your face was front and center.
Instead of his original plan of waiting it out, Shoto made the hasty decision to just.... Take you. He had waited for years, and years and years. He would be gentle, naturally.
And with time, he was positive that you would come to appreciate him.
And just like that, he was at your front door, ringing the doorbell like crazy. You opened the door in a worried frenzy, dressed in your comfortable pj's which Shoto just adored.
Suddenly, he had pushed you inside of your apartment and closed the door with his foot, freezing it ever so slightly with his quirk. He pinned you to the ground, both of your arms in a single tight grip as the other ever so gently caressed your face. His gaze was wild but focused, so utterly lovesick that there wasn't a single word which could describe the range of emotions he was feeling.
Finally, after all these years Shoto had you where he wanted you. And there was nothing that could change that.
Hi! I hope you're having a nice weekend! >u< This is not a request but I wanted to ask something about Yandere Father Muzan Kibutsuji, what if the Twelve Kizuki would grow attached to Reader as well?
Sorry if I made some mistakes in the question English it's not my first language TT-TT
HIII MY LITTLE BABBYYY. My weekend has been good, I hope YOU are having a wonderful weekend because you deserve it and even more. No need to apologize for your spelling love, it ain't my frist language either!!
The Twelve Kizuki would be CRAZY attached to the reader, we talking full on fighting over who shall babysit you while Muzan is out trying to find more demons to convert into his slaves. Daki would dress you up, and everything, of course trying to impress Muzan aswell.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐Summary: You are a demon songstress who drains the harmony and voices of the living. As Gwi-Ma's favorite servant, you build and alliance with the Saja Boys, seducing the world with your siren voice. Your performances fracture unity and loyalty, threatening to bring ruin to Huntr/x's influence and destroy the Honmoon. As your fame rises, so does the possessive obsession of those around you, demons and devils alike.
: ̗̀➛Pairing: Yandere!Saja Boys x Demon!Reader, Yandere!Gwi-Ma x Reader
Warnings: Yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, obsession, possessive dynamics, mind control through music, implied soul manipulation, dark fantasy themes, competition/rivalry, and fanatical devotion. Mild horror and suggestive power imbalance.
𓆩⚠ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠𓆪 By choosing to read this fanfiction, you acknowledge responsibility for the content you consume.
This story contains yandere elements, including extreme possessiveness, obsessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, and graphic violence. Themes of murder and emotional control are present and may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution, this content is not recommended for the faint of heart or those sensitive to darker material.
🔪 If you're unfamiliar with what a "yandere" is, check out my Reader’s Guide linked below to better understand these themes and how I approach them thoughtfully.
You’ve been warned, lovely. Stay safe while reading! 🖤
They called you many things.
A siren. A thief of joy. A cursed muse.
But above all, you were his.
Gwi-Ma’s favorite creation. Born from dissonance and flame, your voice did not heal, it unraveled. Where harmony bloomed, you carved it apart with velvet notes and honeyed lyrics, scraping against souls until they fractured like broken glass. And the world listened willingly.
You stood backstage now, the crowd of fans roaring for you. Your lips curled, not in joy, never that, but in pleasure. Their excitement would soon wither into chaos.
A pale violet light pulsed from the stage, syncing with your heartbeat. The hum of energy beneath your heels, stolen from the souls of the faithful, vibrated like a low growl.
Behind you, Jinu Saja leaned against the wall, arms crossed, silver eyes pinned to your back like a dagger. "You’re going to steal the whole show again," he muttered, voice thick with something darker than envy.
"That’s the idea," you replied.
Romance Saja let out a breathy laugh. "She always does. That’s why Gwi-Ma worships her."
"That’s why we do," added Mystery Saja, stepping close, his voice a purr in your ear. You didn’t flinch, but you didn’t welcome it either.
"Don’t touch me."
His hand hovered, hesitant. "Of course. Just… enchanted, that’s all."
You adjusted your earpiece, ignoring the tension curling around the room like smoke.
The lights dimmed. The arena trembled.
Then
Your voice cut through the air like silk laced in blades.
"Why pretend we’re all the same? When some of us shine brighter… (shining brighter) Here’s a chance to find your flame Are you a loser or a fighter?"
The fans’ eyes widened. Their cheers turned into shouts, not of joy, but frustration. Fingers pointed. Voices rose in petty anger.
And you kept singing.
"Me and you, you and me Why don’t we see who is better? We don’t have to be one and the same thing"
In the balcony, Rumi narrowed her eyes. Beside her, Mira reached for her amulet. “She’s draining the crowd,” Mira hissed.
Zoey clenched her fists. “She’s turning them against each other. We need to move,now.”
They leapt from their seats, a flash of white-hot light trailing their boots as they prepared to descend.
Back onstage, your gaze flicked upward, catching sight of Huntr/x. Your smile widened.
“Oh, what’s so wrong with a little competition? Are you afraid of failing the audition?”
The stage exploded in sound. Saja Boys joined you, a synchronized choreography of shadows and chaos. Jinu stepped beside you, his voice joining yours in haunting harmony.
Their fans, now followers, cried for you.
In the deepest pit of the Underworld, Gwi-Ma's laugh echoed like thunder.
“You steal their harmony like breath from lungs, my jewel,” he said, flames licking the air around his maw. “Even Jinu is spellbound. But they forget you were mine first.”
The walls of his chamber trembled. His fire mouth gnashed like a smile.
“Let them love you. Let them want you. But none will ever take you.”
His flame flared red. His hunger grew.
“Not even the Saja Boys.”
You sat alone after the show. The green room shimmered in low red light. Voices of bickering fans echoed from outside.
Abby Saja appeared in the doorway. “You did well,” he said, eyes glowing. “Too well. Jinu’s angry.”
“Let him be.”
“He’s watching,” Abby said. “They all are. Gwi-Ma’s already threatened to swallow Mystery if he gets too close to you again.”
You looked up slowly. “Good.”
“I don’t think you understand,” he said, his voice no longer teasing. “They're falling apart, and you’re the thread they’re pulling at.”
“I’m the flame,” you said. “They’re moths. It’s what I was made for.”
Later that night, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey approached the Honmoon, where energy twisted like a torn veil.
“Fan numbers are dropping. They’re abandoning us,” Mira whispered. “They’re turning to her.”
“We’ll bring her down,” Zoey said. “Even if she sings like a goddess.”
“She isn’t a goddess,” Rumi said, unsheathing her blade. “She’s a weapon.”
Above them, your voice echoed from every rooftop speaker. In the shadows of the city, Jinu found you first. He was shaking.
“You didn’t tell me,” he said.
“Tell you what?” you said softly.
“That you were his. That you’d never be ours.”
You leaned in, eyes shining. “I belong to no one.”
And still, he knelt.
“I’ll burn this world down for you,” Jinu whispered. “Just say the word.”
Your smile returned. Soft. Dangerous.
“Good,” you said. “Because we’ve only just begun.”
Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, Overprotective behavior, Mild emotional manipulatiom, Violence/Threats (non-graphic), Slight psychological horror (in a domestic, subtle way).
Short Summary: You, a young child, was playing quietly in daycare when another kid tried to take the toy you were using. Upon being told "no," the other child bit you deeply, leaving visible teeth marks and drawing blood. The daycare staff downplayed the incident... until the parent/guardian arrived.
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!
🖤𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚
He’s calm. Too calm. And that’s what makes it terrifying.
When Aizawa is informed of the bite wound, he appears unreadable, hands in pockets, posture slightly slouched, the usual tiredness in his voice.
“I see. May I have the other child’s name? And their guardians’ contact info, please?”
The daycare staff assumes he’s just filing a report. They don’t realize this isn’t paperwork, it’s personal.
The moment he sees you clinging to a caretaker, face red and wet with tears, shirt stained with your own blood, he doesn’t move for a moment. Then: Eye twitch, Jaw clench, Silence that stretches just long enough to be unsettling.
He examines the wound carefully, lips thinning as he registers the depth. It’s no nip it’s a full, rage-filled bite.
Scoops you up gently but firmly. Tells you everything’s okay in a soft, soothing tone.
“I’ve got you now. No one’s going to touch you again.”
At home, he cancels patrols. Cancels classes. Cancels everything. You're not leaving his side for days.
Later that night, he uses public records and hero-level access to look into the other child’s family. He drafts a very polite email asking to discuss the incident.
That email is coded in legal threat and quiet menace. It ends with:
“I expect this issue to be resolved without escalation. I’d hate to involve the Commission.”
You’ll never return to that daycare again. He hires a private in-home caretaker with strict credentials and surveillance cams. He watches them daily.
If you ever cry again over another kid? He’s filing for home-schooling before the tears dry.
🔥𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢
You were the one good thing he didn’t ruin. So no one else gets to, either.
Enji is informed about the bite by phone. He doesn’t speak for a full six seconds.
Shows up at the daycare 14 minutes later. Hair slicked back. Coat on. Silent.
Saff greet him nervously. He asks one question:
“Where is my daughter?”
He sees you, curled in the corner with a bandage wrapped badly, sobbing. When you notice him and run into his arms, he kneels immediately and holds you to his chest, his arms tightening just a little too hard.
When he sees the bite marks through the gauze, something behind his eyes turns hollow.
“They broke skin. With teeth. On purpose.”
Doesn’t yell. Doesn’t threaten. Simply stands and says:
“You’ve failed to protect my child. This place is no longer suitable
Later that evening, the daycare receives a call from the Hero Commission. An inspection will be done for “quirk management and safety compliance.”
The other kid’s father is laid off from his hero firm two weeks later. Enji never speaks about it. But he made a call.
You're moved to an elite daycare in a secured building with private security and glass walls. He visits mid-day randomly just to see if you're okay.
Tells Shoto and Fuyumi not to bring it up. It’s handled
That toy? He finds the same one online, orders five in every color.
“If anyone tries to take something from you again, tell me. I’ll deal with them.”
For the first time since his divorce, he personally tucks you into bed that night. Doesn’t leave your room. Barely blinks.
💣𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
She screamed loud enough to make the windows rattle.
The moment she walks into the room and sees you crying—blood on your sleeve, tear-streaked face, scared to speak, she’s already yelling.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HER?!”
The teacher stammers something about a "disagreement" and "normal childhood behavior."
“NORMAL?! Do you see THIS?!”
She’s holding your little arm up in the air, showing the deep bite to the entire room.
Other parents turn their heads. One even tries to interrupt. Mitsuki doesn’t care. Her voice rises louder.
When she learns the name of the child who bit you? She demands to speak with their parents immediately.
“No, I’m not calming down! What if she gets an infection?! What if that brat had a damn quirk in his teeth?!”
Calls Katsuki mid-breakfast: “Someone bit your sister. Get over here.”
Katsuki shows up. Grumpy. But when he sees the bite? “I’ll kill ‘em.”
The two of them create a scene that ends with the other kid’s parents breaking down, apologizing, and offering to pay for medical care.
Mitsuki: “Damn right you will. And a new plushie too.”
You don’t go back to that daycare. Ever. She doesn’t trust them. Buys cameras. Interviews every new staff member at your next one herself.
Every time she drops you off afterward: “If someone looks at you funny, tell me. Mama’s got a baseball bat in the car.”
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from My Hero Academia, created by Kohei Horikoshi and published by Shueisha. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to their respective owners. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on My Hero Academia’s rights is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property.
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d get incredibly jealous at the thought of anyone even looking at you. His fiery temper might be scary to most, but it’s nothing compared to the wrath that would rain down on anyone who dared to even glance at you the wrong way. His gaze alone could freeze anyone in their tracks.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d carefully monitor your every move. You’d think he’s off doing his own thing, training, fighting, causing chaos but no. He’s watching from a distance, making sure no one comes near you. He’d even casually walk into your room, pretending it’s by accident, just to see you, to touch you, to remind you who you belong to.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d make sure you never feel alone, not even for a second. If you’re not with him, he’s lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce, ready to pull you back to him. He’ll tell you it’s because he cares, but really, it’s because he can’t stand the thought of someone else having you.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d make sure your phone never stays private. He’d memorize your passcode the first time he saw it, checking your messages, social media, and call history like it’s routine. He says it’s to protect you, to make sure “no one’s trying anything,” but really, it’s control. He needs to know everything.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’s terrifyingly possessive. It doesn’t matter if someone’s your classmate, a friend, or even a family member, if they get too close, he’ll find a way to push them out of your life. He thinks no one understands you like he does, and he’s more than willing to "fix" that.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d explode literally and emotionally if you ever tried to leave him. He doesn’t yell right away. First, he stares, expression unreadable, then the anger hits like a detonation. The idea of being without you sends him into a spiral, and he’ll do anything, anything, to stop you from leaving.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’s surprisingly soft when it’s just the two of you. He’s intense, yes, but when he’s sure you’re his and only his, his rough exterior melts into obsessive tenderness. Stroking your hair, whispering threats into your ear about what he’d do to anyone who tries to take you away.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d start fights over you without a second thought. A harmless compliment? A glance that lasted too long? He’s already in someone’s face, threatening violence, maybe even throwing punches. You’re his, and no one gets to forget that.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’s always five steps ahead. You might think you're sneaking around, texting someone, planning an escape, but Bakugou already knows. He’s calculated, paranoid, and utterly consumed by you. There’s no move you can make that he hasn’t anticipated.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d trap you with guilt. “Why are you acting like I’m the bad guy?” he’d growl, after another outburst, another moment where his love looked more like obsession. “I’m the only one who gives a damn about you.” His voice breaks at the end, manipulative, desperate, and twisted with affection.
Yandere!Bakugou Katsuki who’d mark you in subtle ways his jacket slung over your shoulders, hickeys where no one can see, the faint scent of smoke that clings to your clothes. All of it his way of saying you’re taken. And God help the poor soul who forgets that.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from My Hero Academia, created by Kohei Horikoshi and published by Shueisha. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to their respective owners. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on My Hero Academia’s rights is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property.
Hello my friend; I just came across your account so I wanted to say that I love your stories and everything! I also wanted to know if you are doing any stories requests or anything?🌷✨🤗🍒
Omg🥺💗 Thank you so, so much!! That honestly means the world to me!! I'm so happy you enjoy my stories, truly!! 💌🌷🍒
And yes! My inbox is always open for story requests ✨💭💖 You're more than welcome to send something in, just check out my request rules & fandom list so I can do my best to bring your idea to life! 💫🌙
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Hi everyone ♡
First off, I want to sincerely apologize for being gone these past couple of months. I’ve been completely focused on school and preparing for my national exams. It’s been an intense journey, full of stress, burnout, and honestly moments where I felt like I was on the verge of tears. These exams determine almost 60–70% of our final grades, and just the thought of failing math had me terrified of summer school or being placed in a special program.
But... I DID IT! I passed my finals!!
I’ve truly missed writing and being part of this space, and I’m so grateful to everyone who stayed patient and kind during my absence. Starting July 1st, I’ll begin rewriting and returning to fanfic updates. Until then, I’ll be working on editing, organizing drafts, and refreshing old ideas!
Thank you for being here. I appreciate you more than words can say 🤍
🌸་࿐A/N: Hey everyone! 🌸I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for being away for the past two months. Life has been really busy, and with finals coming up, school has been taking up most of my time and energy. I’ve had to focus on studying, which meant I couldn’t be as active here as I wanted. I really appreciate your patience and support, it truly means the world to me! Thank you for sticking around, and I promise I haven’t forgotten about writing. I’ll be getting back into it as soon as I can! 💕
Warnings: Yandere themes (obsession, control, protectiveness), abusive behavior (Physically and emotionally), violence, suicide, isolation, emotional manipulation, mention of murder, jealousy
Pairing: Platonic Yandere!Muzan Kibutsuji x Daughter!Reader
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
Note: This story contains themes of unhealthy relationships and violence. If you or someone you know is experiencing domestic abuse or violence, please seek help from professionals or authorities.
If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭
He didn't care for you in the beginning. He then saw how your small and tiny eyes, looked just like his, irises that are cat-like in appearance and are of a plum red color. That's where his extreme protective nature started.
That intrigued him, none of his other children he had brought into this world had his eyes. His demon blood was flowing in you yet he didn't even need to lift a finger to turn you into one, infact you were born a demon.
He believes that the world is a dangerous place, filled with people who would harm or exploit you, and only he can keep you safe and he’ll shield you from any outside influence, ensuring that you depend on him for guidance and safety.
𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
If you ever became rebellious or felt the urge to explore the world on you own, he wouldn't hesitate to guilt trip you or manipulate you. He'd tell you that the Hashiras and others wouldn't hesistate to decapitate you because of what you are. Nakime has her eye on you always ordered by Muzan.
Muzan wouldn't be physically abusive but he might be emotionally, he'd threaten to hurt your friends, he may also insult you and call you: ''Incompetent''
He may also make it seem like you're ungrateful, he has given you so much. He makes you feel indebted to him and whenever you try to assert your independence, he plays the victim, making you feel guilty for hurting him and doubting his intentions. Maybe he is just trying to keep you safe?
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞
Beneath Muzan's caring nature, is a psychopathic, intense side that emerges when he feels his hold on you is threatened by literally anyone. He would never let a mere unworthy demon lay their filthy hands on you, his precous daugter.
Whenever he feels or believes his grip on you is slipping. He begins to become more violent and far more controlling, he also starts justifying his actions.
He has gotten rid of those whom got too close to you for his liking. If you ever were to confront him regarding it, he would ensure he is doing all of this to protect you. He is willing to go extreme lengths to ensure you stay with him and only him.
𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
Muzan wouldn't want any other demon near you, even his uppermoons aren't exactly approved to be with you, some may be. Kokushibo and Nakime would be one and perhaps the only few demons who may interact with you.
He might also arrange a demon to hunt down those he refer to as threats to fully elimnate them, it could just be one of your human friends or a demon of his whom got ''too close'' to you.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞
Muzan vowed to protect you from every single threat in existance, he'd annihilate every hashira if it meant keeping you away from them. You're Kibutsuji daughter, the demon king, Lord Kibutsuji's daugter. Every single demon are aware of whom you are.
He also vowed if his demons (Cough Slaves) finds the blue spider lilly he requires to conquer the sun and manage to success with his plan, he would give it to you. You're his princess, his little pure angel and dear child that is a mere copy of him in appearence.
He doesn't care about the cost, he'd do ANYTHING to keep you locked away, hidden and safe from every, single, thing.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, created by Koyoharu Gotouge and owned by Shueisha, Ufotable, and Aniplex. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to their respective creators and production companies. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on the rights of Koyoharu Gotouge, Shueisha, Ufotable, or Aniplex is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property.
Request from Anonymous: hii!! i loved your yandere gojo headcanons <333 could you possibly do a geto ver? :)
Warnings: Yandere themes (obsession, control, possessiveness), Manipulation, Emotional and physical intimidation, Threats of violence and implied harm to others, Isolation tactics, Slight mentions of Geto’s ideology regarding sorcerers and non-sorcerers
Pairing: Yandere!Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝
Suguru Geto’s obsession runs deep, rooted in his belief that you’re the only person who truly understands him. Unlike Gojo, who thrives on showing off, Geto’s love for you feels quieter but no less suffocating.
He doesn’t need to flaunt his devotion, it’s a private, all-encompassing fixation that he nurtures with precision.
He believes you’re someone who shares his ideals, whether you do or not. He convinces himself that you’re the only one who can see the world as he does—flawed, unfair, and in need of drastic change. You’re not just his love; you’re his partner in his dream for a "better" world.
But if you don’t align with his ideals? He’s patient. He’ll slowly manipulate you into seeing things his way. After all, you just need time to realize that he’s right, and he’ll give you all the time in the world if it means keeping you close.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭
Geto is hyper-aware of the dangers of the world, especially for someone as "pure" as you. He sees anyone who approaches you as a potential threat, whether it’s a harmless classmate or a lifelong friend.
He keeps tabs on everyone you interact with, learning their weaknesses and motivations, ready to strike if they cross a line.
Even if you protest, he brushes it off with his calm, collected demeanor:
"I’m only doing this to keep you safe, my love. You wouldn’t understand how dangerous they could be."
He’ll quietly deal with anyone he deems unworthy of your presence. Unlike Gojo, who might flaunt his power, Geto prefers to handle things in the shadows. A "missing person" here, a "tragic accident" there, it’s all for your protection.
𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬
Suguru Geto doesn’t need to raise his voice to make his feelings known. His words are honeyed, smooth, and often laced with an underlying threat.
"I trust you, but I can’t say the same for others. If they hurt you, I’ll make sure they regret it."
When he’s with you, he’s all gentle smiles and reassuring touches. He’ll brush your hair behind your ear, kiss your forehead, and tell you that you’re the most important person in the world to him.
But beneath that gentle exterior is a man who will do anything to ensure you stay by his side.
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬
Geto doesn’t believe anyone else deserves your attention. The idea of someone stealing you away from him gnaws at his carefully maintained composure.
If someone gets too close, he’ll give them a polite but firm warning. If they persist? He’ll eliminate them without hesitation.
He sees you as his sanctuary, his reason for continuing his mission, and he refuses to let anyone sully that.
Despite his possessiveness, Geto never forces you to stay. Instead, he creates an environment where leaving doesn’t feel like an option.
He isolates you with subtle manipulations, ensuring you feel that he’s the only one who truly cares for you.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬
Geto is a master manipulator, but he never makes you feel like you’re being controlled.
His words are so carefully chosen that you find yourself agreeing with him before you even realize it.
"You don’t need them, you know. They don’t understand you like I do.""You’re too kind for this world. Let me take care of everything for you."
He creates a bubble around you, shielding you from the harshness of the world, or so he claims. In reality, he’s cutting you off from anyone who might convince you to leave him.
𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭
Geto is patient but not endlessly so. If you actively try to leave or defy him, his demeanor shifts.
He won’t raise his voice, but there’s a coldness in his tone that freezes you in place.
"Why are you doing this? After everything I’ve done for you? I thought you trusted me."
He might even stage a situation to "rescue" you, reinforcing the idea that you’re safest with him.
If you persist in trying to escape, he won’t hesitate to take drastic measures. Kidnapping isn’t off the table if it means keeping you safe from the "corruption" of the outside world.
𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
Despite his darkness, Suguru Geto’s love for you is genuine in his own twisted way. He believes he’s protecting you, cherishing you, and giving you the life you deserve.
Every gesture, every decision, every act of violence is, in his mind, a testament to his devotion.
And in those rare moments of vulnerability, when he rests his head against yours and whispers, "I can’t lose you," you see a glimpse of the man who would burn the world to keep you by his side.
𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞: Please do not share, copy, repost, or translate my content on any other platform or website. All rights to this original work are reserved, and unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited. If you would like to share this work, please provide a direct link to the original post or seek permission. Thank you for respecting my efforts and dedication to my work!
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from Jujutsu Kaisen, created by Gege Akutami and published by Shueisha. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to their respective owners. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on Jujutsu Kaisen’s rights is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property.
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who’d never let you out of his sight for too long. Even if you’re miles away, Gojo has ways to find you—whether it’s through cursed techniques, “friendly visits” to check in, or simply waiting for you after work or school. To him, it’s just keeping his precious darling safe.
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who’d smile so sweetly when you tell him you need space, all while his six eyes gleam with something dangerous. “Space? Silly, why would you need space when I’m already here for you?”
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who’s unnervingly calm and playful no matter the situation. You could yell, argue, or cry, and Gojo would only tilt his head with that charming grin. “Aw, you’re so cute when you’re upset! Don’t worry, I’ll love you no matter what.”
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who’d eliminate anyone who gets too close to you, subtly, of course. Accidents, disappearances, curses appearing at the wrong place and wrong time… It’s funny how many coincidences occur when Gojo decides someone doesn’t belong near you.
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who'd wrap his long arms around you at random, trapping you against his chest as he rests his chin on your head. “Don’t wriggle, sweetheart. I’m the strongest, remember? I can keep you like this forever if I want.”
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who'd use his Infinity to make sure you’re never touched by anyone but him. A slight brush of someone else’s hand near yours? He activates it in an instant. “Oops, my bad. You know how protective I can be.”
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who’s delusional enough to think you’ll understand his actions eventually. “It’s all for you, you know. You’ll see. One day, you’ll realize you were always meant to be mine.”
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who’s completely unbothered by your protests or tears. “Cry all you want, princess. I’ll still be here when you’re done.”
Yandere!Gojo Satoru who'd never let you leave. If you try to run, you’ll find yourself mysteriously lost or surrounded by barriers that force you back into his arms. “Where were you going? You don’t need to leave, you have me.”
𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞: Please do not share, copy, repost, or translate my content on any other platform or website. All rights to this original work are reserved, and unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited. If you would like to share this work, please provide a direct link to the original post or seek permission. Thank you for respecting my efforts and dedication to my work!
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from Jujutsu Kaisen, created by Gege Akutami and published by Shueisha. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to their respective owners. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on Jujutsu Kaisen’s rights is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property.
Hi I've had this idea for a while and was wondering if u could write a one-shot for it?
Genya Shinazugawa x mitsuri's sister reader
They became good friends after being sent on missions together since they are both the siblings of hashiras. Reader walks in during the hashira training arc when sanemi is fighting genya. Reader takes up for genya and starts fighting back with sanemi. Later genya and reader are talking and they eventually confess they like eachother.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆
Summary: As the younger sibling of the Love Hashira, you’ve always admired strength in all its forms. But when you’re paired with Genya Shinazugawa on several missions, you realize there’s something about his quiet determination that draws you in. During the intense Hashira Training Arc, tensions rise as you step in to defend Genya from his older brother, Sanemi. The confrontation sets the stage for an unexpected confession, leading to a moment that could change everything.
Warnings: Fluff, mild violence (training sparring), tension between family members, emotional vulnerability.
Pairing: Genya Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader
The golden hues of the evening sky draped the landscape as you made your way toward the training grounds, the faint echo of raised voices carrying on the wind. Your sister, Mitsuri, had told you to stay clear of the area, "Things might get a little heated during training today," she’d said with her usual cheerful tone. But curiosity was a beast you couldn’t tame.
You weren’t a Hashira like Mitsuri, but you were skilled in your own right, often assisting with missions and earning a reputation as someone both competent and kind. That reputation had brought you closer to Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi’s younger brother. You’d crossed paths on several missions, your roles complementing each other well. Genya had a quiet intensity that intrigued you, and though he was rough around the edges, there was something undeniably gentle beneath the surface—something you found yourself drawn to.
As you neared the training grounds, the scene before you made your heart twist. Genya was on the ground, his breathing labored and blood trickling from a cut on his lip. Looming over him was none other than Sanemi, his face a mask of anger.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Sanemi’s voice was harsh, the tension in his posture radiating with barely contained fury. “You’ll never be strong enough. Stop embarrassing yourself and stay out of my sight.”
Genya’s hands curled into fists, but he didn’t rise.
Something inside you snapped.
“Hey!” you called, striding into the fray. Both brothers turned their heads toward you, surprise flickering across their faces.
Sanemi’s gaze narrowed. “Stay out of this, kid.”
But you didn’t stop. Planting yourself firmly between Sanemi and Genya, you fixed the Wind Hashira with a glare that even surprised you. “What gives you the right to talk to him like that? He’s trying his best! If you can’t see that, then maybe you’re the one who needs to get your eyes checked.”
Sanemi’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” you said, your voice unwavering despite the storm of emotions raging inside you. “Genya has more determination in his pinky finger than you do in your whole body, Sanemi. He deserves better than this… especially from his own brother.”
Sanemi’s expression darkened, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d gone too far. But before he could respond, Genya’s voice cut through the tension.
“Y/N… that’s enough.”
You turned to look at him, your heart aching at the defeated look in his eyes. He’d gotten to his feet, though unsteadily, his hand gripping his side where Sanemi had landed a particularly harsh blow.
“No, it’s not enough,” you said firmly. “You deserve better, Genya.”
Sanemi scoffed, his temper barely restrained. “Tch. You’re wasting your breath. If he’s too weak to handle the truth, that’s not my problem.” With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.
You let out a shaky breath as you turned back to Genya. “Are you okay?”
He nodded stiffly, though his eyes avoided yours. “You shouldn’t have done that. He’s… he’s right. I’m weak.”
“Don’t say that,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “You’re not weak, Genya. You’re one of the strongest people I know.”
He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t understand. No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be good enough for him. For anyone.”
“That’s not true,” you said, your voice firm. Reaching out, you placed a hand on his arm, willing him to look at you. “You’re good enough, Genya. You always have been. And if Sanemi can’t see that, then that’s his problem, not yours.”
For a moment, he simply stared at you, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and something else you couldn’t quite place. Then, before you could react, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms trembling slightly as they wrapped around you.
“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “For standing up for me. For… everything.”
Later that evening, you and Genya sat side by side on the edge of a quiet stream, the sound of rushing water filling the comfortable silence between you. The tension from earlier had dissipated, replaced by a sense of calm you rarely felt after such an emotionally charged confrontation.
“You know,” you began, breaking the silence, “I’ve always admired how hard you work. You don’t give up, no matter how tough things get. That’s something to be proud of.”
Genya glanced at you, his expression unreadable. “You really think that?”
“Of course I do,” you said with a smile. “You’re amazing, Genya. And I… I care about you. A lot.”
His breath hitched, and for a moment, you worried you’d said too much. But then he reached out, hesitantly taking your hand in his. “I care about you too, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than you know.”
Your heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through you that chased away any lingering doubts. Leaning closer, you rested your head on his shoulder, a content sigh escaping your lips.
In that moment, with the stars beginning to dot the night sky above and the gentle sound of the stream below, everything felt right. You didn’t know what the future held, but as long as Genya was by your side, you were ready to face whatever came your way.
hey, I really appreciate the warnings you add in your fics they're really helpful and kind ^u^
however I noticed that you put to 'not read if you're faith of heart' and was wondering if that was a play on the saying 'faint of heart' or not
just a lil curious about it but otherwise have a great day and happy holidays !! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡✧*。
Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words; they truly made my day! 💕 I’m really glad you find the warnings helpful, it's super important to me to make sure everyone feels safe and informed while reading.
As for the phrase, it is a little play on words! It’s based on the saying 'faint of heart,' but I tweaked it slightly for fun or maybe by accident, now I can't remember which! Thank you for pointing it out; it’s nice to know someone noticed that detail.
Wishing you a fantastic day and the happiest of holidays! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Author’s Note: From me, Ellie, to all of you—wishing you the merriest of Christmases! I hope your day has been filled with warmth, joy, and all the things that make your heart happy. Whether you spent it surrounded by loved ones, indulging in some much-needed self-care, or simply enjoying the holiday magic in your own way, I hope it was as splendid as you deserve.
Thank you for being part of this little corner of the web, it truly means the world to me. 💖 Here’s to a season of love, light, and creativity. Stay cozy, stay safe, and have a beautiful New Year ahead!
With love,𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠
Dan Heng would celebrate Christmas quietly, likely in the archives of the Astral Express. He’d surround you with soft lights and a warm atmosphere.
His gift would be practical yet heartfelt, like a rare book or something tied to your shared journeys.
His possessiveness would be subtle but intense, ensuring you felt you needed him as much as he needed you.
“You bring light to my life in a way I never thought possible. Don’t let anyone take you away from me.”
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞
Blade’s Christmas would be dark and intense, reflecting his complicated emotions. He’d insist on spending it alone with you, away from prying eyes.
His gift would be symbolic, perhaps something tied to his own struggles and how you’ve brought him solace.
His obsession would be overwhelming, his words dripping with his need for you to belong solely to him.
“You’re the only thing that keeps me grounded. If anyone tries to take that from me… they won’t survive the attempt.”
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧
Jing Yuan would make Christmas regal and enchanting, planning an elaborate evening with luxurious decorations and fine food.
His gift would be grand and meaningful, like a rare artifact or something that symbolizes his devotion to you.
His possessiveness would be masked by his calm demeanor, though his calculated actions would ensure no one else got close.
“You’re the most precious person in my life. I won’t let anyone taint that.”
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫 (𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬)
Caelus would make Christmas adventurous and unique, taking you on a journey to explore something beautiful or rare.
His gift would be something tied to your travels together, a reminder of your shared bond.
His obsession would manifest in how he clings to you, always finding ways to keep you by his side.
“The stars are beautiful, but they’re nothing compared to you. Let’s stay like this forever.”
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐢
Sampo’s Christmas would be chaotic and full of surprises, with him pulling out all the stops to impress you.
His gift would be a mix of sentimental and flashy, something he’d use to remind you how much he values you.
His obsession would be playful but dangerous, ensuring you felt tied to him through his antics.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐆𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐮
Gepard would make Christmas traditional and heartfelt, decorating together and ensuring you felt safe and loved.
His gift would be protective, like armor or something symbolic of his dedication to guarding you.
His obsession would be soft but unyielding, his need to protect you driving every action he took.
“You’re my everything. No one will ever hurt you while I’m here.”
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