#yandere all for one

Prompt 6: “I don’t care what I have to do. You’re not going anywhere. I would go to the ends of this earth to keep you by my side.”

Pairing: Yandere!AFO x Fem!Reader

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Warning: 18+, minors dni // kidnapping, manipulation, Nomu fucking, noncon, violence, yandere

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You’ve gotten used to coexisting with the Nomu, and a plethora of other science projects, during your time as All For One’s woman. You’ve grown accustomed to the way they looked — often grotesque and lifeless beneath layers of bulging muscle — and the way they leered at anything before them. Their grunts and groans still unnerve you, particularly when they were left alone to supervise you, but you know they won’t kill you. Their master would never command such a thing; you were far too precious for him to destroy.

Your face is blank as the Nomu drags you back to your bedroom, where you had escaped from mere minutes ago. It had been foolish of you to believe he left the door unlocked absent-mindedly. On the other hand, if you hadn’t taken the initiative to flee, he would have mocked you for a wasted effort. Didn’t you want to go home? Had you been lying when you said you hated him? There’s no winning when it comes to the most devious piece of shit Japan has ever seen.

The creature enters its destination and leaves you in the centre. It doesn’t linger. When it shuts the door, you’re engulfed by darkness. There aren’t any windows down here. He doesn’t trust you enough to bring you outside, either. You can’t recall the last time you’ve seen real sunlight, or been able to tell what time it is from the sky, alone. The only light he permits you to have in this space is from an oil lamp, which he only ignites if he thinks you’ve been good enough to have the privilege of sight. After all, he knows you don’t necessarily need your eyes to thrive; he’s living proof of that fact.

You wrap your arms around yourself on the floor, not daring to get up. He’s due to address you any minute, now, and you’ve found him to be far more lenient when he thinks you look pathetic. You’ve lost everything since he took you away; what’s a bit of your pride, too?

As if on cue, the screen at the opposite end of the room flickers to life. Your head zips up to stare at the shadowy image. It’s your captor, for sure. He hasn’t shown you his face since he was gravely injured by All Might, many years ago. When he meets with you in person, he wears a heavy mask. He’s gotten to a point wherein life support is less necessary at all times; nevertheless, you can tell he isn’t as strong as he used to be. That means nothing to a civilian like you, though, who was only granted an anti-ageing quirk to ensure you live as long as your master. He’ll always be more powerful than you.

“Back, I see,” All For One purrs, and you can practically see that wide grin of his as he appraises you. “That didn’t take very long, did it?”

You purse your lips. You had been caught by one of his Nomus. He had sent the monster to your bedroom knowing you were going to run as soon as you discovered the door was unlocked. Foolish, foolish, foolish.

You sit up, getting onto your knees to give him a better view. You’re wearing a sundress he bought for you. It’s a bit too short, and it dips a bit too low, but it’s better than nothing at all. You either wear what he gives you, or walk around bare; there is no compromise. You hope seeing you in one of his favourite dresses will brighten his poor mood, if only slightly. Maybe he’ll be more inclined to be merciful if he thinks you’re pretty.

“And look what you did to your dress,” he chides, clicking his tongue softly.“Ruined.”

You gaze down at the garment. There’s dirt caking the front part, and grease staining the collar, from being tugged back here. You gulp. He doesn’t like messes.

“Honestly, what were you thinking, (f/n)? You’ve been so good lately. I’m shocked!”

He’s grinning. You can’t see, but you can tell that he’s most certainly wearing a smug expression. He’s not at all surprised; he knows you. Years have gone by, and you still don’t love him. He tried to manipulate you into thinking otherwise, though his efforts have been grossly unsuccessful. Stockholm syndrome be damned, you don’t think you’ll ever wish anything aside from death upon the villain.

“’m sorry,” you mumble, averting your eyes to truly sell your lie. “I… I shouldn’t have left.”

He pauses for a moment. The silence is deafening. Your ears ring loudly, filling the stillness in the air as you await. You aren’t sure if you said something wrong, or if he’s thinking of how to discipline you; perhaps both. He won’t buy your half-assed apology.

“You understand that you’re not going anywhere, right?” He inquires, at last. “That you’re mine, even though I can barely move in my current state?”

You nod. It’s obvious. He has a collar for you and everything. You’re like a glorified house pet that’s meant to keep him company as he rehabilitates.

“Then, how do you not understand that I would go to the ends of this earth to keep you by my side?”

You’ve had dreams of escaping. You’ve had dreams where you burst through the door to this place and stumbled into the full moon’s glare. Monsters are chasing you. All For One is shouting. You keep running until you’re well away from the property, tucked away from the Nomu, and completely undetectable. But then, one finds you, and you’re taken back to your master kicking and screaming.

You shudder. Based on previous attempts, you think you have an idea how he would punish you. Back in his prime, he had been able to fuck you himself; now, however, all he could do was watch as others had their way with you. Not just anyone, of course, but some of his own creations: the Nomu.

You pray it won’t come to that today. You pray for shock therapy, or getting tied down and edged, or getting flogged until the whip cuts through your skin a dozen times over. You don’t think you can handle taking another Nomu.

“I don’t care what I have to do,” All For One continues. “You’ll stay mine until the day you die. Do you understand me?”

His tone is stern. He wants you to acknowledge his declaration. He wants to hear you damn yourself. You take a deep breath and fulfill his wish.

“Yes, sir,” you grumble. “’m sorry.”

Throwing in another apology is good practice. It shows him you mean it to some degree, that you’ll be more careful in the future.

“Good girl,” he croons. “It’s so nice to see that beautiful face of yours twist when you submit to me.”

You wrinkle your nose. You wish you had the gall to spit at him. You would have loved to see a glob of your saliva trickle down his cheek. He deserves to feel like shit; not you. What you wouldn’t do to wipe that blasted smirk off his lips.

“On that note, I bet you’re wondering when you’ll see my face again.”

The statement comes across as invasive. It’s as though he can read your mind. You perk up, refusing to confirm or deny. You don’t want to make him think you want to stare at him. You just want to witness a range of emotions when you go against his will.

“Very soon, my dear,” he chuckles. “Though, I’m afraid it won’t be anything like my old one.”

Flashes of his handsome visage flash through your head. In his youth, he had been attractive. You wonder what he’ll manifest when he recreates himself, or how he’ll go about it. He hasn’t told you anything about his scheme. All you know is that revenge against All Might is nigh, and you’re the perfect little stress relief he needs to persevere in the meantime.

The door to your bedroom opens, revealing the bulky figure of a Nomu. Your neck twists around to stare at the creature. Pupils dilated, you know why it’s here.

Your fingernails claw the rug beneath your knees. You want to dash away, but where can you go? This is your punishment. All For One wants to watch you get split open on one of his beasts. He can’t do it himself, so he may as well get his fill of your body in other ways. It’s degrading. It’s painful. Worst of all, it leaves you feeling filthy and violated for days afterward. A violent chill buzzes up your spine.

“Meanwhile, I’d like to see you spread out for me,” he says. “I think that’ll be sufficient enough to teach you a lesson in respect. Do you agree?”

You shake your head meekly as the Nomu advances. It’s too bad you don’t have a choice.