hii, i saw the event , can u maybee write yandere baby saja x gn reader ? with whatever plot u want lol
Mind games
⋆𐙚ˑ ֗ ˖⋆ characters: Yandere!Babysaja x Gn!reader
⚘( ၴႅၴ plot: Baby loves control. He loves mind games, and worst of all he knows you love him. You just are too afraid to say it now.
͙͘͡★ warnings: Dark!Yandere, Baby hurting the reader, demon claws, reader is kidnapped, delulu baby!, sadist!baby, this is sfw but still DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
˖ ࣪✩₊ Ash talks: truly have no idea where the hell this came from. I took a break, went to write this with no idea on what to do and dark yandere baby came after me. Hope you like it<3333333
“Don’t try and deny it,” you hated his voice. You hated everything that drew you in for the first time.
If you knew that being a good person- That loving the wrong person would bring you to places worse than hell? You would have never gotten close to him, never listened to his music.
He revealed himself, his demon side and you told him you loved him— that you saw the parts that deserved to be forgiven. You kissed his patterns, you held him without any selfishness, you listened to his doubts, his fears. For the first time, he mattered to someone.
“You love me.”
Now those twisted golden eyes become something you feared, his purple tinted skin, his sharp teeth and claws that had destroyed the house you were stuck in. He was a monster. More than a demon, no longer driven by eating souls or sins.
He was driven by you. Every breath. Every word you spoke, whether it be yelling or screaming in pain. He lived for it. 
One moment he’s in the doorframe, the next he’s gripping your arm with his claws, only digging in a little. Not like before. He’s toying with you, he likes you knowing it could get worse.
“Look at me.” He demanded with his other hand coming to grab your chin as you try and force yourself away.
You sob. One crack in your voice makes the tears come again, you knew he didn’t care for tears- sometimes he ate them up. You missed the sun. The birds outside your window when you stayed up too late, you missed going to that shitty job.
“Shh, it’s alright,” his fake voice made you sick as he wiped away the tears, “Just say it, say the words and I’ll stop. All the pain with stop- Just say the damn words.” His claws push in your skin the deeper and rougher his tone gets.
You just want the pain to stop. You want to be free. Freedom from him, the pain, the shouting and mind games he plays. And yet, the only option you had was to play his game. Give in to him.
You take a deep breath and finally lean into his touch, “I love you.”
