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Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, creepy themes, pregnancy, vomit, talks of infant death.

Summary: The events of the pregnancy set along the middle of the first part.

W/C: 2.4k+

2.5 Weeks.

Gojo slowly stirs awake, his eyes instinctively opening to be met with the blindfold placed over them, having him pushing the side off of one of his eyes to make sure of his whereabouts. He’s at his apartment, on the couch of the living room of his penthouse with the large glass wall before him informing him of the early hours of the morning given the barely visible spew of sunlight over the horizon.

He remembers having gotten back home late, sitting with you on the couch and insisting that he ‘wasn’t that tired’ before ending up asleep on the couch. He groggily starts to wonder why he was woken up and quickly receives an answer to his question upon the sounds of retching coming from behind him to his left; the direction of your room. Gojo quickly stands up and rushes in, barging through your room and taking his blindfold off in the process before slamming open the door to your bathroom.

“Get out!” You try your best to shout, embarrassed at being seen spilling your guts out in the toilet. “Leave!” You shout once again, throwing a random object at the door to close it right before you continue expelling your dinner while Gojo keeps staring through the door in astonishment. You’re throwing up. You’re pregnant. You have to be, what other explanation is there? He did it. He impregnated you. Him.

It hurts him that you’re in pain, so much, but he’s never been so happy about your misfortune, or happy at all. You’re actually pregnant, and he can’t do anything but smile maniacally as he continues to watch you throwing up down to the last bit of food and stomach acid you had. You finally step out of the bathroom after having brushed your teeth and rush into Gojo’s arms to which his eyes widen open even further, lips parted in surprise as he slowly processes what’s happening.

His arms slowly move to wrap around you and hold you tightly, wanting to never let you go. He can’t believe you’re actually hugging him. It’s been so long since you actually hugged him. The last time you hugged him was before his incessant flirting grew too much for you, before you’d had enough of him continuously asking you out, hugging you, touching, it was before you finally put a stop to his displays of affection.

This has to be it, you have to be pregnant, and pregnancy is getting you hormonal and screwing with your emotions. If he had known that getting you pregnant would finally make you pliant, he would’ve knocked you up ages ago. “What’s wrong?” He innocently asks, pulling back enough to look at your watery eyes. “I want to be pregnant.” You sob. “You’re not?” He asks with confusion, not understanding what’s going on.

“I don’t know! I don’t want to take the test and see it say I’m not, I want to be pregnant.” You cry, your words only assuring him that you are pregnant, why else would you make a big fuss about something so simple? “Don’t worry, how about I run to the store to get you a few test? How does that sound?” He asks in a reassuring tone. “No! I’m supposed to wait until my period’s late.” You complain, tears starting to leave your eyes.

“Don’t worry,” He repeats himself. “Come on, just wait for me here, I’ll be back soon.” He directs you to the spot where he previously was at the living room before rushing to the nearest store for pregnancy tests.

2 Months.

Your eyelids finally start giving out on you and start closing, ready to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion your body’s been put through only to be jolted awake once again and being forced to sit back up and plant your feet on the floor, coughing harshly into the empty trash can while retching only for nothing to come out, instead feeling the clenching pain of the muscles in your back desperately trying to squeeze something out.

There’s immediately a pair of hands on you, one making sure your hair’s out of the way and the other trying to rub soothing circles at the side of your upper back, where your back muscles ache the most. Your body finally gives up and you slump back in the pile of pillows against the wall, the back of your head hurting from constantly resting it on the once soft pillows which now feel as hard as stone.

With your hands resting on your sensitive stomach, you close your eyes in frustration with tears starting to leave trails down your cheeks for Gojo to quickly wipe them off. You sniffle and weakly open your eyes, struggling to lift one of your frail arms to hold his hand in yours to show your appreciation. “It hurts.” You quietly cry. “I know.” He sadly stares at you, looking down to your stomach and hoping your pain ends soon.

Ever since upon entering your third week into pregnancy, you’ve been vomiting almost every day. It wasn’t too serious then, you still managed to keep some food and water down for part of the day but now, you’ve been sick for almost half a week, unable to keep even liquids down and with the doctor constantly coming to your shared apartment to test out different medicines, none of which seemed to suit you yet. “… I didn’t think it’d hurt this much.” Your weak hand rubs your belly.

“…” Gojo stays quiet, not knowing how to console you while keeping his head down, finding it hard to watch how your body slowly deteriorates, dehydration really sinking in and taking it’s toll on your body. You haven’t gone to the bathroom in a whole day, your body never letting anything past your intestines, and every time Gojo tries to get you to walk to uncramp your body, you often get light headed and dizzy to the point that he always has to keep his hands on you.

“Wait here.” He gives you a soft sad smile, letting go of your hand and leaving the room, his room. Soon after the incessant throwing up, he insisted that you move into his room so he could ‘take care’ of you, and in your sensitive state, you agreed. Not long after, he finally comes back with his hands behind his back, shutting the door with his foot and careful to not let you see behind him. He sits in front of you once again and reveals a small present box beautifully decorated.

“What’s this?” You ask. “I was waiting to celebrate the start of your next trimester, but… here.” He hands you the box, waiting patiently for you to slowly pull it open. “It’s a doppler. For the baby’s heart rate.” He explains, having you instantly growing more emotional. You take your time taking out the tube of gel in the box and gently applying some on the end of the probe before turning on the device and starting to rub it along your lower stomach.

You turn the volume higher with a sniffle and hear some type of static as you move the probe around, trying to find your unborn baby. Once you reach a certain spot of your belly, the screen picks something up and displays the heart rate with the speaker playing the sound of the heartbeat. You immediately let out a cry with your free hand cupping your mouth, crying into it at the quick-paced sound of your baby’s heart.

8 Months.

You pull at the zipper and unzip the small luggage case and start putting in clothes, toiletries and other stuff you’ll need when you finally go into labor. You’d just come back from baby and pregnancy stores with Gojo and while you started packing, he was taking an awfully long time to ready the baby car seat. While you had already gotten some clothes to fit your pregnant belly along your pregnancy, and most of the stuff that you would need, he thought otherwise.

Gojo insisted that you’d get everything new, as if the baby clothes gifted to you were used, and managed to convince you by talking about his copious amounts of money and how they’re just sitting there. You pull out of the next bag a small swaddling blanket and look at it longingly, observing the white gender-neutral color with fluffy round bear ears at the top with a pink center in them.

You thought it’d be more exciting if you didn’t know the gender until the birth, but Gojo being a drama queen said that he couldn’t handle the suspense and still to this day insists on knowing the gender. You neatly fold the blanket and place it in the also brand new luggage case and next pull out a regular baby blanket with ducks on, continuing to pack until Gojo walks in your still shared room.

“Baby seat’s ready.” He notifies. “Are you sure?” You teasingly ask without looking over at him, continuing to pack the last of your items. “I think you’d be surprised by how well I placed it.” He smiles triumphantly while walking over to stand next to you. “Sure.” You lightly roll your eyes, zipping closed the case and having decided to double-check the seat before placing your baby in. As soon as you go to stand, he’s quick to help you up, offering both of his hands and gently pulling you to your feet given the extra weight.

“Thank you.” You thank him in a soft voice, smiling to your stomach as you take a seat on the edge of the bed with him sitting as well next to you. “… What’s going on in that head of yours?” He brushes your hair out of your face, something that you don’t think too much of due to being entrances in your unborn baby. “In just another month… I’m gonna be a mom.” You rub your belly.

10 Months.

You cry against Gojo’s chest with your hands gripping his shirt tightly, his arms wrapped around you in hopes that the warmth of his embrace can ease you if even just a bit. Your enormous stomach standing in the way of him being able to properly hug you only serves as a reminder of your worries, making you cry even harder. 10 months pregnant and nothing. Your baby just isn’t ready to come out yet and you’ve already tried everything, or everything you could.

You’ve exercised proper workouts for pregnant women, tried acupuncture, spicy foods, tried stimulating your own breasts which were far too sensitive to get anything but pain out of them, and still nothing. You know that stressing about it won’t help, but what else can you do? You can only handle so much, how else are you supposed to feel when so many complications can start arising; lack of oxygen, an infection, what else can you do?

“They’re doing it first thing in the morning.” Gojo brings up your scheduled cesarean in attempt to console you. You sniffle against his shirt and hold onto him tightly, trying to calm yourself with a few harsh coughs making it difficult. “Let me make you some tea.” He pulls away from the hug with a light frown, taking your hand and leading your waddling form from your bedroom to the kitchen.

Gojo, same as you, has been upset ever since your pregnancy started lasting longer, being just as worried for both of you. It’s been hard on him too, watching you try to somehow stay calm while knowing your baby could have stillbirth, a medical term that could never ease the blow of your baby’s possible death. You stand quietly as Gojo makes your tea, an unbearable silence surrounding you both with neither of you being able to look at each other.

“… Don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright.” He makes a poor attempt to console you with a hand brushing your hair away, being as upset as you are. “I’ve tried everything, everything I can, and nothing.” You sob with your eyes glued to the floor, your vision blurring from tears. He brings you in once again for a hug and holds you tightly, not wanting to let go as you continue to soak his shirt even further with your tears, feeling inconsolable.

You both stand together for a few minutes, the tea long forgotten and only starting to pull back when your arms feel tired, your arms lowering but still keeping your bodies pressed against each other. You feel him press his lips softly on your forehead and then lean his head into yours, holding you and hoping to make you feel better. “I’m sorry.” He quietly says, feeling himself starting to shed tears as well.

Opening your eyes to look at him, you see him already looking at you and take notice of his tears and slightly shaky figure, the sight making your heart ache even more. You reach up to his face and hold it in your trembling hands, wiping away the tears and looking at him with sorrow. He tries to narrow the space left between your faces with his nose gently bumping into yours to which your instinctively flinch yourself back, his hands on your body preventing you from putting space between you.

With your arms still on him, body pressed on his, and with the way you don’t push him away, he waits a few seconds to take in your unsure form, giving you time to move away if you wanted to, but when you don’t, he moves in closer. He notices how you slowly lean away from him but stop at a certain point to which he more than takes as an invitation, rather than noticing you can’t lean away any further.

You flinch when his lips touch yours, not yet kissing, but instead brushing together as if to test the waters, and when you don’t say anything to stop him, he moves to close the last gap between you… only for you to pull away with a harsh gasp. Gojo feels something inside him start to crack, his blood boiling and feeling like slapping you, but his thoughts are immediately shut down when he hears the sound of water splashing on the floor.

He freezes in place stiffly and does a slow scan of you, your hand clasped over your mouth, eyes wide staring between your feet, the dark damp spot on the cloth covering your lower region, and finally, the small puddle soaking your feet.

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The Outbreak.

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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.

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

Don’t know 😜

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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.

What would Bakugou say if kirishimas darling asked/begged him to help her escape? And do think he would snitch on her for asking?

Ooh! I like this one! It should take quite some courage and build up for kirishima’s darling to talk to bakugou because it’s obvious that he has an explosive temper as well as personality, bakugou’s also well aware that the darling is terrified of both of them. If they ever got to the point to ask for bakugou’s help, he’d simply tell them no as if it meant nothing to him and tell them to shut their mouth and that while he’ll ignore it the first time, he won’t let it slip a second time and tell kirishima which would bring him awfully close to breaking his delusional state and snapping

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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?”

Not me feeling bad for bakugo when he was looking at the picture on his phone 😩

I know! It hurt to write it 😭