Average Stinky Clown Enjoyer

WC: 1.7k

TW: NSFW, noncon, f!reader, psychological torture, Mahito in and of himself

Mahito is so scary because you're the only one who sees him. 

You can't tell your friends, you can't call the cops, you can't even discuss it with your therapist for fear of being committed. 

You're all alone with him – half the time convinced you’re going insane.

He doesn't even need to kidnap you. Why would he? He likes your cozy apartment. To see you in your natural habitat with all your personal trinkets. Your books, your decorations, the contents of your fridge, your makeup, your clothes, not to mention the soft warmth of your bed…

Sure, his sewer has its charm, but you probably wouldn’t like it there very much. Not that it would stop him, but he’s sure you’d be boring if all you did was stay cooped up there all day. 

This is much more interesting. To be there when you come home from work, having trifled through all your belongings, dragged everything out – made a mess like a new puppy would. To watch you try to cling to your sanity, going about life, trying to live it normally even when he’s right there on your sofa wanting to dish about how much you loath your pissy boss or that loud neighbor and what fun it might be to kill them.

Pairing Yandere!Illumi x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Violence, Mentions of Blood, and Implied Kidnapping.

The first thing you noticed about Illumi was, unsurprisingly, his hair.

Black as ink, waist-length, allowed to fall in front of his face in a way that just managed to draw more attention to his dull, glassy eyes. It caught the club’s technicolor lights in a way you couldn’t really describe – distorting everything, turning it muted and silvery and dark. That was what you tried to focus on as you approached him, shouldering past people dancing and carrying drinks back to friends already too inebriated to stand. You would’ve liked somewhere more open, less crowded, but you didn’t pick the spot, and there’d be time for that later on, another day, another night.

Right now, you just wanted to talk to the strange man nursing a neon-dyed cocktail and staring blankly at the far wall.

“Hey,” You started as you reached the bar, letting your coat fall off of your shoulders, down to the bends of your elbows. The bartender glanced towards you, but you waved her off, turning to face Illumi, instead. “All by yourself?”

Okay so i got a lot of people begging me to post this anyway, so here it is. Hope you all enjoy it and please comment if you do :)

WARNINGS: vampires, mention of blood, detailed violence, mention of nausea, vampire! Uvogin, vampire! Shalnark, explicit murder, nsfw implications, kidnapping, 2.7k

“Some of us are less… adapted to society, if that makes sense.” He waved his hand in a so-so manner. “The one you’ll be seeing is like that. We’ve arranged measures to keep you safe but I want you to prepare for it.”

Nothing could prepare you for this.

The behemoth snarled through his muzzle, pushing his entire weight against the chains and clawing in your direction. The room was just large enough for you to be out of his reach, if only barely. The iron seemed to hold him for now, but you didn’t trust the chains, primarily because the entire wall seemed to shake whenever the monster put his all into a lunge.

“He has to get used to you! It’ll be fine after a while, don’t worry. He won’t be like this forever.” Did that mean they would let him loose one of these days? When he wasn’t growling and drooling through the leather bindings across his mouth?

Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Reader (Modern/Mafia Au!)

- Billionaire Gojo brainrot <3 

Right, Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. But you make him happy, so unbearably happy that it scares him how afraid he is to wake up one day and find you gone.

Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of gore/violence & guns, ‘NSFW’, ‘smut’, dark themes (slight mentions of past abuse, suicide & cheating), extreme possessive/obsessive behaviour

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The first time you meet him, he tries to buy the last strawberry sliced cake that you were both eyeing for triple its price. 

“Hey, I saw that first.” A youthful voice, clear and bright.

The wooden tongs, hovering carefully over the cake freezes. It nearly slips out of your fingers when a hard body jostles against your elbow and you blink in surprise at the force before righting yourself in mild annoyance. 

Silently, you turned to face the culprit. A dark blue baseball cap and a pair of dark tinted sunglasses perched on the elegant bridge of his nose that shields his gaze. He’s absurdly tall, enough so that you had to crane your neck up in order to look properly at his face. You swear you catch a hint of silver that gleams teasingly underneath the shadows of his cap. 

You blink again and he clicks his tongue. “Are you going to take it?” 

“Would you take it if I didn’t?” You said slowly, pondering your next words. Curious eyes flicker over his outfit, he’s dorned in black from head to toe, leaving only a silver of his collarbones peeking out the collar. 

introducing the best worst boyfriend ever 

1. Will roll on your side of the bed and throw his whole body on top of yours. And when you literally try to pinch him to get off of you, he snores even louder in response, sneakily peeking one eye open and quickly closing it before you could catch him.

2. Is the type to harass you when you’re in the bathroom. Will burst in and go into a full on conversation while leaning against the counter, ignoring the way you’re glaring daggers at him as you sit on the toilet, or he’d slide notes underneath the door that say things like “Do you like me 🥰? Circle yes or no.” Also will pour flour/excessive amounts of shampoo on your head if you’re in the shower just to prank you.

3. Never on time to pick you up. And when he actually is there on time, he makes sure that his music is on full blast and it’s something really embarrassing or vulgar. You look mortified as he slowly pulls up in front of you, rolling the passenger window down with a smirk on his face.

4. Takes pictures of you while you’re asleep with your mouth hung open and slob dribbling down your chin. He poses next to you with the peace sign and a huge smile across his face, posting all the pictures he took on his story and tagging you so you’d have a surprise for when you woke up in the morning.

(Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Geto, Choso, Inumaki)

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Credits to srkork on IG

‼️not my art‼️

they could either pamper you to no end, humiliating you by exaggerating your wins, be it training/sparring or exorcising any curse;

it's as if they don't want your ego to be damaged if you lose. maybe that's the reason why you even got promoted to a special grade; they can't stand to see you being unappreciated. gojo would outright baby you without shame, but geto would be so subtle about it that you'd allow it to happen.

“Don’t worry…”

“I’m the strongest!”

“I love you…”

“You’re so cute when you’re sleeping!”

“I’ll be watching over you.”

“Nothing will happen.”

“Because I’m here.”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I’m here!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

“I love you!”

technically poly? But they’re too murderous to ever admit they like eachother, thankfully they have you to share the festering love they harbour. 

(Warnings: Yandere, obsession, implied kidnapping, dissociation, polygamy, forced relationship, non con touching) 

In all honesty, you preferred Hisoka over his partner. 

He was equally, if not more, violent. Underneath the sickly sweet scent of bubble gum, there would always be a hint of metallic blood. His grip was always just a bit too tight for comfort, and his hands wandered further than Illumi’s ever would. 

But where Illumi would stress for control, Hisoka had a preference for leisure. 

(Warning: some nsfw related content here because…Hisoka..but it’s mainly just implied sexual behavior.)

Hisoka is a very primitive human being, to say the least. His goals, compared to the rest of the cast, are pretty basic. Illumi wants to protect the Zoldyck family and its assets, Gon wants to find his dad, Leorio wants to become a doctor to save lives for no cost, but Hisoka’s drive is…primarily just to fight for pleasure.

It’s a necessity more than a drive. He wants to get stronger and he wants to fight strong opponents. And the reason he wants to do those things is for his own sake of enjoyment. Hisoka isn’t driven by a grand scheme, he just takes things one at a time. In other words, he tends to live in the moment, rather than plan for a greater cause. 

It’s because of this personality that Hisoka will probably never truly fall in love with someone. His main goal is pleasure and he gets pleasure through fighting. 

But he can feel something very close to love. 

Fixation is another driving factor in Hisoka. Obsession, chasing after someone is what Hisoka is best at doing. Hisoka is very whimsical, preferring to do things as he sees fit. It’s very likely that you’ll be his target…just because he wants you to. 

Love letters, stuffed animals, breaking and entering will all be part of Hisoka’s ‘flirtations’. He will terrify you with his bloodlust. He will make you scream and cry with his threats to kill your lived ones. Catching his attention will be hell. 

The worst part about this is, Hisoka knows just how terrifying he can seem. He’s doing these things on purpose. Most likely, it’s to invoke some sort of reaction from you. The scariest moments are when he’s bored and has no one left to fight. He’ll talk about how funny it would be if he killed your co-worker in front of you, or how he could slowly rip you apart, limb from limb (he’ll keep you alive, of course. He wouldn’t want to break his favorite toy). He (probably) wouldn’t do those things, unless you give him a reason to. 

Though quite possessive, Hisoka wouldn’t kidnap you. He’d prefer to keep you at a distance where he could find you, but not too close to interfere with his other activities. But despite this ‘freedom’, you honestly shouldn’t expect any mercy for the people who look a bit too long at you. He’s still a bloodthirsty killer, who can justify any kill with the fact that it relates to you. 

As stated before, Hisoka’s drive comes from pleasure, sexual pleasure. Fighting a strong opponent is honestly all what he needs, up until this point. But after you come into the picture, his tactics will change a bit. Instead of winning a fight, being his release, you will. After every battle, he’ll probably drag you into his room, trembling in pleasure, before fucking you into his mattress. His libido will probably depend on the outcome of his match. If he won (which he always does), expect him to go for hours. 

reaaallly messy but i know if i don’t kick it out now i’ll never do it 

(Warnings: Yandere, stalking, breaking and entering, non con touching/ kissing, implied non-con/rape) 

Sticky notes

You’ve given up believing it was some harmless prank. 

At first, you thought they were a bit of an annoyance, if not a tiny inconvenience. Yellow scraps of paper would be hidden everywhere you could think of. Smiley faces would be stuck on your front door, crudely-done drawings would be posted on your car, hearts and short messages would be waiting for you at your mailbox. 

One sticky note had gotten embarrassingly glued to your shoe before a coworker kindly informed you of its existence. You remembered hastily tugging it off, close to chucking it in the trash can before you read: 

It’s finally Friday! Great job making through the tough week!  

You didn’t want to admit it, but it was a little sweet. 

After a while, you started to look a little forward to your ‘secret admirer’, reading the messages with a smile after a long day of work. It was nice, being appreciated. You thought it was from your neighbor’s kids, maybe it was a school project to make someone’s day. It certainly made yours. 

Then they started to get unsettling. 

was meant to be a drabble inspired by the opening of It Follows and it turned into something a lot longer than I expected sorry if it’s trash

Warnings: kidnapping, noncon, dubcon, death

The waves of the ocean lazily lapped at the sandy shore, the water hitting you every time the tide came in. The stereotypical image of a beach that had crossed your mind when you’d thought of this destination, one of a deep blue sea on golden sands, was nowhere to be found. Instead, the waves were black, reflecting the dark, empty sky above. The only light source in your vicinity was that of the car parked behind you, keys left in the ignition so you could keep the headlights on. You sat in the middle of that spotlight, hugging your knees to your chest as the water continued to hit you, soaking your feet and the seat of your shorts, leaving the fabric feeling cold and heavy on your body.

It was as though the waves were trying to pull you in, to take you into the abyss that sat before you, where you could disappear into its depths and never be found again.

The waves came rushing up, hitting you once more and then pulling away, tempting you with the same offer as they had been since you arrived.

“You’re wrong,” you whispered, “he’d still find me.”

Can I have some Headcannons of Gojo showing up at your date with the 'other man' please? Idk if this has already been requested ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ex husband! Gojo: showing up to your date with another man

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: Ohh I love this idea bestie! This was actually requested by a few others, so I hope this does some justice! <3

Warnings: Degrading talk, sexual implications,

You should’ve known better. You should’ve known he’s too smart to escape, he knows your every move.

You couldn’t help but grit your teeth as you watched your ex husband Gojo enter the restaurant that you came to with your date. A wide, dazzling smile on his face that only you knew hid malice and jealousy. He had some tall, blonde model like woman wrapped around his arm too.

“Oh! Y/n! I didn’t expect to see you here”

Gojo said as he interrupted your date. You quickly looked away from him, avoiding his creepy, unwavering stare.

“Y/n who is this..” your date says unsurely.

But before you could even open your mouth, your vision was obstructed by Gojo’s long arm that stretched out to shake your date’s hand.

“I’m y/n’s ex husband, Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you! You don’t mind if me and my date join you, do you?”

Your date seems perplexed by the question, shaking his hand cautiously.

He clicked his fingers, making waiters rush over to add another table and chairs to your table, making you and your date stare at him in confusion.

“Um I don’t think you’re allowed to-”

“Why not? I’m a shareholder of this restaurant” Gojo announces with a cocky smile, before looking towards you again.

How expected..

“So did y/n tell you about our children?” Gojo asked your date. A cold chill went down your spine, as Gojo looked at you, while placing his large pale hand over yours. You knew what this was.

A warning.

You look at Gojo’s woman that had now sat to your left, she held eye contact with you but her expression seemed to be unreadable.

Did she not feel embarrassed or disrespected that her date, Gojo was currently touching with his ex wife rather than her?

Your date also looked upset as he watched Gojo take your hand into his. “Uhh no, she hasn’t.. I guess I don’t really want children so I don’t know much about them..” your date reasoned, feeling uneasy.

“Oh why not? I think you have such pretty eyes! You should have children to pass it on to!” Gojo’s date, Natasha finally spoke to your date, placing a hand on his shoulder, making him blush at the contact.

Oh, so that’s how it was.

You turned your head towards Gojo to glare at him only to watch the 6’3 man smile down at you devilishly.

Ah yes, his plan had succeeded.

“You asshole” you gritted.

His smile only grew wider at the insult, as he leaned down to your height and whispered into your ear “Psst y/n I think your date finds Natasha hotter than you” he mocked. “It’s probably because she’s a model and you’re just a mother of two”

You gritted your teeth, pushed your tongue to the roof of your mouth, but nothing worked. Nothing stopped the angry tears that left your eyes as you heard Gojo’s harsh words followed with the view of your date enjoying his time with the other girl.

You couldn’t take it a longer. “Fuck you Gojo..” you cried quietly before grabbing your bag and storming off, finally grabbing the attention of your date and Natasha.

“Wait y/n!” Your date called out to you pathetically but he went unheard, making Gojo laugh, a victorious laugh rather, before standing up and sauntering his way towards you. He won.

“Gojo! Where are you going? How am I supposed to get home?” Natasha asked annoyed, but he ignored her, Gojo’s focus was now on you and you only.

Like a predator, he had you exactly where he wanted.

You could hear Gojo’s footsteps catch up to you quickly in the dark car park, before you felt his large cold hand wrap around yours, manhandling you into his car.

“Get off me Gojo! I hate you!” You cried, struggling in his arms.

“Aww don’t cry my attention whore” He cooed at you, licking your tears away, moaning lewdly as he did. The sick bastard always got off on making you cry.

“maybe if you didn’t leave my precious children at home just to have a date like a slutty whore, I wouldn’t have humiliated you today” he added pushing you down on the backseats of his car, pushing your dress up to play with your underwear.

“But you never learn do you?” He sighed, moving his large hand to squish your cheeks together, kissing your lips.

“If you wanted to be a whore so bad y/n, you should’ve said so” he continued, unzipping his trousers and pushing his erection against you, making you squeal and squirm.