#Yandere bakugou x reader

[toji-bunny-girl]

Always wondered what happens after a darling successfully escapes their yandere. Will they meet a new person and fall in love? Will they continue living in the aftermath of being kidnapped and traumatised? If so, how would they navigate their life with their disturbing past?

And what happens if the yandere managed to catch their darling back for the second time?

It’s been more than 2 years since you escaped from Bakugou, and you’re living a fresh life away from him. You don’t report him to the authorities because you know the corrupted system would wound you up back under his chain. So, you’d rather keep your mouth shut and move to some obscure countryside far, far away from him and the city.

There, you found a halcyon lifestyle and an honest man who cherished you more than anything. You had gotten engaged with him within a year of seeing each other and you thought life was finally falling into place. Until it didn’t.

You had no one to blame, really. It was as if God was playing an abhorrent joke on you. Who knew pro hero Dynamite would be going undercover in the diminutive town of Motosu for an on-the-run supervillain?

Who knew he would be staying at the exact inn you’re working at? 

Bakugou had always known that you were out there somewhere, he could feel his cells insisting you were missing and alive—hiding in the tenebrous cracks of the world. And one day, he would find you and drag you out of whatever crap you’re hiding in.

Lucky him, he had caught a familiar figure trodding around the inn he was staying at over a runaway case. He couldn’t have gotten it wrong, right? The way those hips sway as she walks, how her neck is structured from behind, and her smell. So sweet, as ambrosial as some forbidden fruit.

And when she turned around a corner, he saw your exact features—that very face etched like a tattoo in the walls of his mind. He could never get that profile wrong; he could never get you wrong.

Bakugou doesn’t just sweep you off from this shitty town though. He waited and watched. Noted the usual route you take to go back home, ‘home’ where you would call it, with some bumpkin who managed to put a worthless ring on your finger.

Dynamite could've given you everything and anything. He could’ve given you the world—a million-dollar ring, a mansion, and his whole heart and soul just for you. And you settled for that?

It boils his blood in crimson ire—why couldn’t you just be good and love him? Just why? Why can’t you accept your fate with him, forever as your one? Why? Why? Why?

He’ll get you to answer him soon enough once he got everything prepared—paying for the local police and magistrate’s silence; no one would know and care about your disappearance then.

And he waits until you’re off your shift and traipses back home with your sore back and hips, you wouldn’t be worrying about them when he gets you back to your real home.

“How long has it been?” your pace slowed, ears twitching. “2 years? Or more?”

No.

No. 

No. This can’t be. 

Bakugou. 

Your thought doesn’t finish forming before you’re bolting away as hard as you can, it doesn’t matter if your legs are getting weaker and the world is on vertigo—you’ll die if you’re caught. You know this voice and it haunts you in every nightmare you have, and for once, you prayed and prayed and begged for this to be a dream.

Don’t take my life away again. 

At last, you knew you could never outrun him. But the adrenaline surging through your veins made you believe you could; only a little while until you’re home and you’ll get Takashi to call the cops. And you finally understood chemicals were mere illusions when your body is thrown forward, landing on the ground before Bakugou pins you down.

It’s been two years. And he’s bigger. Stronger. Your stomach drops into the endless abyss when your eyes catch his burning red, sweat and tears automatically roll down your face and your voice fails to crack out of your dry throat. The world feels like it’s ending and you’re finding death in front of you, again. 

“Please, please, don’t! Please, leave me alone! I’m sorry, please—” you saw his face; a serpent with a satisfied hiss, tail locking its prey immobile, and you understood there was no way you could ever gain back your freedom. “Please, god! Please, don’t do this to me!”

“Oi,” so chilly, as if the alphabet of his word were stabbing your eardrums. “I’ll kill him if you don’t be good.”

This time with a life’s threat, you knew you’d forever be in hell—dead or alive.

୨ yandere series ୧

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[ghostsy]

Smile For the Camera

WARNINGS: yandere, implied kidnapping, implied imprisonment, abuse of power, slight codependency, non-consensual implications, implied nsfw, implied forced pregnancy, lot of implications lol

A/N: been sitting in the drafts for a while, figured i should get smth out, hopefully it's alright ^^

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI X READER

“Her eyes are up there, creep.”

She had to resist the urge to sigh, lip twisting in slight pity, watching the boy stammer out an apology as he fumbled with the mic at her chest. She scoffed internally. Was he supposed to put it on blindfolded? She turned to her lover, giving him a gentle, reassuring smile.

It’s okay. I’m okay.

Crimson irises met her own, hesitating a bit as his jaw tightened reflexively. He smacked his tongue against his teeth, rolling his eyes, and turned to the host who was shuffling through her cue cards. Memorizing her lines, it seemed.

“I don’t want any of that surprise shit, alright?” His voice was laced with the sort of irritation that would normally send her on full alert. They were in public right now, though, and callous, gruff reputation aside, he was no idiot, “We’ll walk out; I’m not fuckin’ kidding, we’ve done it before.”

The host laughed out his name–his hero name–nervously, “Of course not, sir. All of our questions were sent to your assistant for prior approval,” As she caught his unimpressed stare, she stumbled out another placation, “But, I mean–Of course, if you–you’re more than welcome to look over them again, sir.”

“Fuckin’ stop it with that–‘sir’--makes me feel old as shit.” Did it? That was news to her. He certainly liked it when it came from her lips. Her mind wandered to its most recent recollection. When she was forced to her knees, his hand at the back of her neck, pooling the tears from her eyes at the dip where her cheek met the pillow–she couldn’t remember what she’d done wrong that time. 

Where he’d brought his lips to her ear,  C’mon, voice rough and deep, Ask me nicely, now, And, raising his voice a few octaves to mock her, Please, sir. He huffed out an ugly laugh, Please give me your cock, sir. God, she hadn’t been able to walk straight for days, legs and dignity sore and bruised from the abuse–only one of which ever really seemed to recover.

“Of course, si–Of course. We’re on in–We’ll be ready in five, if that’s alright?” He gave the woman a curt nod, and she’d shuffled off to the stage to prepare, calling the intern tending to her to follow, a direction the boy took with palpable relief, eyes brushing her own apologetically before he hurried off.

“Hey,” The blonde’s attention was turned back to her, and he stalked forward, “Last one, alright?” He brought his hand to her cheek in comfort, though all she could think of was the ease at which he could snap her neck between his fingers without so much as blinking.

She shook herself from her thoughts, humming, and brought her hand to cup his own, leaning into his touch. “It’s alright,” At least I’m outside, she wanted to say, “Long as I’m with you, I’m alright.”

His eyes softened at her answer, and he opened his mouth to reply when the lights dimmed, catching his attention. His hand dropped to catch her own, lacing their fingers together, tightening with tension. She had to resist the urge to wince. Though entirely different in circumstance, she felt slight vindication for his fear, no matter how fleeting. She’d take what little wins she could get. 

She was pulled back to reality by the tug of his hand, and let him lead her to the couch across from the host. Fuck. Looking out at the crowd, she remembered how much she really did hate these things. Hundreds of smiling faces, millions more behind the camera, all glinting with pity–for all the wrong reasons–and cooing at the sickeningly sweet story spun for the masses to cling to with glee, without question.

There was a call of her name, “And, how are you adjusting? After what you’ve been through,” What she’s been through. She suppressed a bitter laugh. As if it was all over, as if she was safe. 

“It’s been hard, of course,” She’d rehearsed the lines in the mirror, and recited variations in numerous interviews before, “But I’m so grateful, you know,” That didn’t stop the tears that fought their way up her throat, “To have him by my side–he really is–he really,” God, the words felt like acid on her tongue, “He really is my hero.”

The crowd awed, and the host brought a hand to her chest, “How beautiful,” She caught his side eye–suspicious–and she squeezed his hand in reassurance, “The two of you–really the silver lining in an otherwise horrible happenstance.”

She laughed lightly, ignoring the burn in her chest, “I’m so grateful. I don’t know what–I couldn’t imagine what I’d do without him.” She moved to wrap her arm around his own, leaning into his shoulder. Time had conditioned the contact to feel like a sort of comfort.

The host smiled, and turned back to ask him a question, something about how he’d found her, how he’d saved her.

How had he found her? She remembered meeting him a few times before–she’d worked for the number one hero, his childhood friend–and he’d never spared her more than a cursory glance, and the exchange of brief, formal pleasantries while she sat in on their meetings, transcribing, taking notes, just doing her job. 

“Was just doin’ my job,” Ha. Ironic. “S’what heroes do.” He looked at her for a moment, softly, and she wanted to tear his eyes out, “We save people and we fuckin’ win.” He gave his signature sharp, crooked smile, and the audience roared to life, hands clapping in misguided awe and appreciation.

How had he found her? What did she have that the millions of men and women and people that wanted him–that dreamed of him–didn’t? She wished she could erase it–tear out whatever part of her had captured his attention–maybe he’d have left her alone if she’d been able to kill it.

“The determination, the grit it must’ve taken,” The host started up again, “Years of searching, it’s truly amazing how you managed to save her.” 

How had he saved her? He liked to remind her that that’s what he had done. She remembered being called into work late–a normal occurrence, but she still cursed herself for obliging that day–being met, not by her boss, but him. Maybe she would have said yes if he’d gone about it differently–if he’d taken her out on a date, brought her flowers, spoke to her softly and gently–but he wasn’t ever soft, and he wasn’t ever gentle.

“M’not a fuckin’ pussy, that’s how. I ain’t backin’ down from a challenge just ‘cause it’s hard.” Yeah. He never backed down from a challenge. Though, he never stopped to think that maybe a challenge was not a dare, not something to overcome, that maybe the challenge didn’t want to be a challenge at all. That this challenge didn’t want to be a conquest, that she wanted to be a person.

“And you,” The attention was back on her, “How strong you are,” She hated that look; everyone she met these days gave her that look, “The fear and pain you must’ve endured is unimaginable.” Well, she was half right, she supposed. 

She was stupid to think she knew pain before–she didn’t know pain–not the kind of pain she’d come to call home these past years. The type of pain that came in the form of finger shaped burns, and ugly sticky white staining the inside of her thighs. The type of pain that was loud and angry and all consuming, that bruised her hips, rubbed her throat raw, left her aching and shaking and breaking. The type of pain that took and took and took until there was nothing left of her to give–and yet, still took more.

“Hopefully there’s some consolation,” The woman continued at her silence, “That the people who did this to you–who imprisoned you–have faced justice.”

She wanted to laugh until she screamed. She’d long been disillusioned with the idea of justice. Justice. Ha. What a joke. She’d made her peace with the hand she’d been dealt. Resigned herself to what cruel fate the god she didn’t believe in had bestowed upon her. Why then, why now, had he graced her with a window to her prison? She knew why. Subconsciously, her hand fell to trace along her stomach.

“It’s…relieving, to say the least.” She forced a laugh, and caught a look she took as approval on her warden’s face. “All I want to do now is settle down, move on…” She swallowed. Come on. You’ve done this a million times. “Start our family.”

He took his arm from her grip to wrap around her shoulders, flashing a sharp smile, “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” Her cheeks heated–more from annoyance than embarrassment–but the crowd awed all the same. “Strongest damn person I’ve ever met.”

Strong? That was a new one. Usually she’d get the opposite; weak, helpless, quirkless. Was she strong? She could find a million reasons to contradict the idea. Someone strong would’ve fought, would’ve kicked and screamed and cried until someone–anyone–listened to her, until she truly was free. She’d rolled over and shown her belly so easily, hadn’t she?

No. She did fight. She’d gone through all the kicking and screaming and crying she could. But the years had worn her down. She found it was easier–and less painful–to let him have his way. He could be soft when he had his way; he could be gentle when he had his way; she decided she liked it when he was soft and gentle. And so, he had his way.

Still. Someone, not her, could make the case that she couldn’t be strong at all, to go along with this farce. And to this person she’d point them to–

“The Hero Commission truly is an outstanding institution,” The universe had a sick sense of humor, didn’t it? “To keep a case like this–no leads–open so long,” The host smiled a smile with too many teeth, “We are so lucky to have the protection from such noble leaders.”

He replied, something about heroes and how great and strong and infallible they were. She was too busy fantasizing about how lovely the world would’ve been had it been turned to ash and dust all those years ago. 

Because, honestly. How bad could the villains be? If it was a hero that had imprisoned her. A hero who had stolen her from her life and raped her and impregnated her all in the name of love. How bad could the villains be if it was the heroes who kept her trapped in this joke of a life? She decided she liked villains more than heroes. At the very least, they owned up to their crimes. 

She turned to look at him, his sharp features, built like a tank, and yet, still entirely too pretty for the devastation he had wrought upon her. She couldn’t tell if he was a hero or a villain. She couldn’t tell if she hated him or if she loved him. 

“I ain’t into all that sappy shit,” He started, “But, end of the day, I’m the luckiest fucker in the world havin’ her here with me. Wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

Both? Maybe it was both. Could you hate someone you loved? Could you love someone you hated? He lifted his arm to ruffle her hair, and she decided it didn’t matter. She’d long resigned herself to this fate; what was another resignation?

“No,” She turned as the audience roared to life, “Not a single thing.”

And she smiled for the camera.

[the-faceless-bride]

The New Arrival

Prologue: The Ghost.

Bnha x Reader (Asylum au)

Warnings: talks of death, child abuse, not accurate asylum and mental illness stuff, blood, talks of gore. And slight sexual themes. The prologue is very short! It’s setting the mood (:

A/n: Basically I read @bakuhoes-dumbass asylum Au once and liked it, and a long time ago when I had no story telling skills (one could argue I still don’t) I wrote my own twist version of it on wattpad but that part of my writing is over so I will now revise it here!! And it will be greater than anything the other version of mine could ever be. So please if you have any ideas to help me fully flesh this story out let me know and PLEASE if you like bnha stuff go check out @bakuhoes-dumbass work.

You knew why you were being sent away. After the outbreak of the sickness, people doing things normal people can’t. And you were one of them. Your parents could tell since you were born you were strange; you were the freak.

It started when you started pre-school, when walking down the hill with your sister you spotted a man hanging from a large tree. You stopped to talk with him for a moment and asked him why he was in the tree? “You can see me?” Was all he managed to say before your sister asked you why were you talking to. When you both got home is when your parents started to worry… their child. A freak. A monster. They couldn’t let anyone know what was wrong with you.

They started to try and keep you home and away from others, to try and seem like a normal family. But it became harder and harder the more your ‘quirk’ started to develop, you were almost like a ghost; you could float, you could disappear for short periods of time, you could make other objects float, you could speak to the dead. And you developed a morbid curiosity of the strange and unusual. You started to like that you were sick. It made you feel special, however that was something your parents couldn’t allow.

They’d done anything they could think to do as a punishment. Yelled at you, neglected you, never played with you or showed you the same attention as your sister, and eventually started to resort of starving and hitting you, but it only did more harm than good.

Instead of wishing your ‘quirk’ was gone, you began wishing They were gone. Wished they would leave you alone, let you be strange and special, and once your mother fell pregnant again. You got your wish.

They had become so stressed trying to keep your sickness a secret that they had become afraid of you. And when you threatened them if they didn’t stop locking you in a room with nothing that you would expose your sickness and make the “monsters” get them.

They’d done so much damage, to you and themselves.

They didn’t want you near the new baby, so they did what they thought was the best thing… they sent you away.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙:

ఌ Actor Katsuki x Actor Reader

ఌ The Lone Wolf (Again)…

ఌ Puppyboy! Katsuki has to be muzzled

𝕱𝖑𝖚𝖋𝖋:

♡︎ Time Travelling Katsuki

♡︎ Bear Hybrid! Katsuki gets stung by bees

♡︎ Bear Hybrid! Katsuki being a little shit

♡︎ Katsuki is sick of you

♡︎ Katsuki x Contortionist Reader

♡︎ Katsuki x Idol Reader

♡︎ Puppyboy! Katsuki x Reader at work

♡︎ Puppyboy! Katsuki’s favourite food

♡︎ Puppyboy! Katsuki’s being protective

♡︎ Various Puppyboy! Katsuki scenarios

♡︎ Deaf! Katsuki

♡︎ “Will you love me in another universe?

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊:

𝕳𝖚𝖗𝖙/𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙:

ღ Katsuki stands up for you at a family dinner

𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙:

❥ Subby Werewolf! Katsuki

[sugarcandydoll]

Happy Birthday Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight! ♡🍰💥

mwah mwah to the best hero of all time hehe ♡💋💗

[zentraex]

Wishing on World Wish Day is a funny thought. Magic doesn’t exist in our world. Still, trying doesn’t hurt, right? Maybe your favourite fictional character comes to life?

Remember: English is a lot different than German. I apologise for any grammar mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, Yandere, Mentioning of Masturbation, Stalking

From Another World

Monday, 29. April 2024

Dear Diary,

Today is World Wish Day. Normally, I don't believe in that, but what's wrong with giving it a try, right? After all, no one will know but you, so it's worth a try, even if it's just for fun.

I'm totally obsessed with this anime: "My Hero Academia". It's been a long time since I've watched the anime and yet I can't stop throwing my money out the window for merch. After all this time, I still read fanfictions about Katsuki. I wish someone like him would exist in real life, or better yet, he would exist, explicitly. Do you think he'd like me then? I hope so. I like him so much that my heart wouldn't take it if he hated me.

With red cheeks, you close the book and grin to yourself. It's a silly entry, but you still love to think about "what if..." situations.

And what better day to try than World Wish Day?

Maybe, just maybe, the wish will come true after all.

You giggle again, what a stupid thought.

_

A loud noise that you can't assign wakes you up the next day. Tired, you rub your eyes and glance at your phone's clock.

It's an hour before your alarm goes off and you need to get ready for school. Smiling, you lie down again, but the rumbling in your apartment startles you up.

Your parents are on vacation and you should be alone.

A burglar...

is your first thought. Your heart pounds against your chest as you reach for the baseball bat in your closet. It was a gift from your childhood friend. You don't have any contact with them anymore, but you find it difficult to detach yourself from things.

Who would have thought that it could be of use after all?

The sleepiness is completely gone and adrenaline is pumping in your veins. Completely in a state of euphoria, you are not even silent as you rush into the living room, club firmly in your grip and ready to strike.

Of course, the burglar notices you. Your footsteps are not quiet. But don't worry, someone like him would even notice you if you sneaked up.

It's dark, you can only vaguely see his head turned in your direction.

You swing with full power...

...

...

...

... but suddenly it explodes, your bat. The blast causes you to fall back to the floor of your room and the smell of smoke blocks your nasal cavities. Your breath is shaking and your body trembles.

Was the explosion real?

You don't even have time to think about it, because a few milliseconds after your impact, the burglar grabs you by the face and pushes your upper body down. You can feel how he puts pressure on your body with his legs, not only immobilizing you completely, but also causing you immense pain.

What do you do in such a situation?

Right! Crying and begging.

"T-Take what you want," you begin as fat balls of water flow through your face. "Just not the family pictures, my mother is very attached to them. Please don't take my beloved father's trophy either, he's so proud of them," you sniff. "A-and please don't take the necklace in my jewelry box. It's a family heirloom."

The otherwise silent room fills itself with your sobs as you tell him about the things that are worth so much to you and your family. He doesn't say anything.

You're scared. Your field of vision is blocked by his hand, it stinks of smoke, you are immobilized and everything hurts. All the while, the burglar is silent.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he says after a while.

"Huh?"

The grip on your face comes loose and your watery eyes show you a blurry gray vision of a man. His voice sounds like Bakugou's.

"You kidnapped me, why are you begging like a baby now?"

It takes a while for you to be able to process the info. The last heavy drops roll down your cheeks and your vision are clearing. There is a man in front of you and he has light, spiky hair and a prominent face that you would recognize anywhere.

"B-Bakugou?" it slips out of you. "A Bakugou cosplayer?"

He looks and sounds one-on-one like Bakugou, your beloved anime character.

At the mention of his name, his grips tighten again, eliciting a whimper from you.

"I'll give you ten seconds. Tell me who you are and how you know my name. Why am I here?"

"I-I'm Reader a-and I know the character you're cosplaying because I'm a huge fan of him, a-"

He interrupts you by putting a hand on your mouth.

"Figure that I cosplay? I'm real."

Shit, I'm dying at the hands of a maniac...

He looks at you for a while before speaking again.

"I'm going to let you go now, turn on the lights. Don't do shit, you’ll regret it."

He doesn't let go of you until you nod. For the first time, you can breathe properly, but your limbs still hurt unbearably. On shaky legs, you walk to the light switch and then turn towards the person.

Now that you can see it closely, you notice that he looks like the real Bakugou down to the smallest detail.

Crazy...

When you look into his eyes, you notice how he looks around the room. Your whole walls are full of him, your bed is full of plushies, and your closets have a whole bunch of Bakugou figurines. Even your pajamas have a Bakugou pattern.

"Are you a stalker? Shit, ended up with a lunatic."

"What? No! I'm just a huge fan of him."

He then just clicks his tongue and crosses his arms.

"Stop talking like I'm not real."

In the meantime, your pulse has regulated itself again. Maybe that's why you find the courage to raise your eyebrows skeptically and cross your arms.

"No, you're not. Bakugou is a fictional character. You really need to get help, my friend."

Then he says with gnashing teeth: "No, I'm not."

"Oh, yes? How do you think I get all the close-ups of you?"

He seems to pause and steps closer to the images. His gaze scans them all: the moment he collapsed in front of Deku after fighting him, when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains and sat tied up in a chair, when he fought Deku and Ochako with Ida on the team, and many more. More precisely, all the defining moments of his life are glued to your wall, just not from his perspective.

He has to swallow as he lets it sink in.

Could you be telling the truth?

No way, right? He experienced it! He can feel and think, how can he be fictional?

But then why do you have all these memories?

Suddenly, he is plagued by a headache and nausea almost makes him spit up.

Was his life just a show for people like you? Was it never about saving lives? To be a hero? All his work, courage, heroic deeds were not self-willed, but written by someone?

But he's here now, isn't he? He's made it to the real world, so he's thinking for himself now, isn't he?

But how did he do it?

His gaze wanders to you, who looks at him expectantly.

It must have something to do with you. After all, he's in your house for a reason, right?

Did you bring him to life?

"Look, I'm serious. I'm real. The explosion earlier, can anyone else do that?"

Your eyes widen, you've totally forgotten about it in the heat of the moment. A normal person can't do that, so how did he do it?

You are silent and your silence gives him the answer he needs.

"See? Maybe I was fictional, but you must have brought me here somehow."

Me?

Your gaze wanders to your journal and the idea that your wish has come true pops up.

Can it be?

Impossible...

It was just a stupid thought, a little joke to yourself. Magic doesn't exist in your world, but how do you explain this situation?

Suddenly, your heart is beating like crazy and your body is getting all hippy.

Bakugou Katsuki? Real? In your house?

However, the fan-girl in you only comes out briefly when you realize that you're not just standing in front of your big hero in your pajamas, but he's standing in your fan-girl room.

You can't even put into words the shame you suddenly feel when the blush goes to your head.

"S-So you're real, huh?" you say quietly. "That's cool."

Nervously, you play with your sweaty fingers and quickly realize how overwhelmed you actually are.

What are you doing now? What's the best way to deal with the situation?

"What do we do now? My parents are on vacation, so you can't stay here forever."

He frowns thoughtfully and asks, "How long are they on vacation?"

"Four days to go. I don't know if that's enough to find a way to bring you back to your world...", you murmur.

Bakugou pauses for a moment.

His world, huh? The world in which he is only fictional, controlled by the ideas of a stranger.

Does he really want that?

_

By now you're at school and Bakugou is alone in your house, bored. The TV program only brings junk, which is why his gaze wanders around your room all the time – nothing better to do anyway.

Something has been confusing him since the beginning of his arrival...

This strange feeling...

This feeling of...

Pride?

Proud that he is being loved here like this. Of course, in his world he also had fans, but no real ones. It elicits a grin full of arrogance from him.

He wants to feel it, recognition, appreciation, love.

Without much thought, he goes out and runs in any direction.

You are home in a series of apartment blocks close to the city center. So, it doesn't take long until he hears the first people talking about him.

"Oh my God, look at this Bakugou cosplay! How good is that?"

"How well taken!"

"Can I take a picture with you?"

This goes on all the time.

In the beginning it feels good, very good.

But...

Something is bothering him....

That he is not recognized as himself, but only as a costume. He puts his hands in his pocket and walks back with an annoyed expression. Almost at your apartment block, you run into him.

While he remains as still as a board, you almost fall over when you two collide.

"Bakugou!" you breathe a sigh of relief. You look like you've been scared, your skin sweaty and your eyes wide open. "I thought you didn't like it with me or something..."

Something is happening in him again.

He can't even describe this feeling...

No matter what it is, he likes it, very much and he has to pull himself together so that he doesn't start grinning.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I've had a look around here."

You smile and nod in understanding. In the meantime, you have calmed down and can think clearly again.

"I wanted to go to the library today and see if there are some solutions to bring you back. Do you want to come with me?"

Then his brow furrows again and he clicks his tongue.

"I don't have time for that."

Instead of being sad about the answer, you have to giggle. You've already expected such an answer, after all, you know him – and you love him just the way he is.

"That's okay. Here's the key to getting up. I'll see you later."

Deep down, he hopes you can't find a way to bring him back to his world.

_

You didn't find a way, not even for the next four days. Your only guess is that you'll have to wish him back next year on World Wish Day.

Hopefully this will work out...

As much as you like him, your favorite character doesn't belong to your world. Here, he has no IDs, people only know him as a character, he can't live the life as a hero that he wants to and he doesn't have a place to stay.

His life would be a disaster here and you don't wish that for him.

But how do I make it possible for him to live here for a year?

Your front door rings and your face turns pale.

Your parents...

As you walk to your door with your legs shaking like crazy, you swear your heart stopped for a second.

"Reader, you should have told us about the current situation!"

...

"And you could have introduced us to your boyfriend earlier!"

What?

Your gaze wanders to Bakugou, who smirks at you while your mother hugs him.

"My poor son-in-law, you were afraid of ending up on the street after your parents died."

Your father puts a hand on Bakugou's shoulder.

"As long as you continue to treat my daughter well, you can stay here for eternity, Mania."

_

"I found someone on the internet who would fake all this paperwork," Bakugou says.

"Yes? This is good. Do you want me to come with you?"

He shakes his head.

"No, it's too dangerous."

You just nod silently, and turn to your wall.

Sighing, you begin to tear down the pictures on your wall.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to rip it all of. It's certainly creepy for you to see all the photos of you. You live here and I want you to feel comfortable."

"It doesn't bother me."

Surprised, you turn to him.

"Sure?"

"Yes."

You gaze at his laid-back form, missing out on his racing heart.

For some reason, he didn't like it.

For some reason, he panicked.

For some reason, he had started taking pictures of you as well...

_

"Today is your first day of school, excited?"

"No."

"Not a bit?"

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

This time, you only get an annoyed look in response, after which you just laugh.

Bakugou then turns his gaze to the ground and fights the flush of his cheeks with a frown.

No matter how grumpy or negative he reacts, you always seem to be smiling.

He's noticed how well you seem to know him.

"You don't mean it."

And every time you were right.

No matter what he did, you always seem to like it.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

At school, he quickly realizes that you're incredibly popular.

Especially the boys seem to like you a lot...

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

Since he's been in your world, he feels less and less like a hero...

When you leave the house, he follows you in the shadwos. The fear that something could happen to you is so big that he wants to lock you up...

He takes pictures of you all the time. If you take a shower, he'll sneak in and steal a few moments, only to be able to blow off steam later.

When you're sleeping, he lies down next to you without you knowing.

He takes advantage of your ignorant parents to be able to play "couple" with you.

Maybe that's his true self?

His gaze darkens as a classmate embraces you.

Bloodlust leaves him thirsty for violence.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

He’s sure you'll accept it that way as well.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE KIRIBAKU HEADCANONS

As we all know, Katsuki Bakugou, aka the deformed looking hedgehog with angry pomeranian problems is a VERY AGGRESSIVE and POSSESSIVE ASF Yandere, not to mention slightly delusional too 

Daddy shark on the other hand, is a very doting yandere and wants to provide the BEST of the BEST for their darling and absolutely LOVES to smother their darling with affection and all that other shit. He is also a very OVERPROTECTIVE one might I add

Having Kirishima around is actually helpful for you since whenever Katsuki gets moody (like, WHEN IS he NOT moody? Lol, I make sound like some moody teenager with anger issues. Oh wait...*insert surprised pikachu face here*) , he tends to take his anger out on his favorite toy, aka you, but lucky for you, Kirishima intervenes and makes him stop acting like a spoiled and bratty child. Kirishima knows how to handle the situation and might even make it easy for you to handle. The way he behaves, you almost forget that he's a yandere,  (NOTICE!! I said, ALMOST) until you try asking for ''certain things'' and you try escaping in which case, OH BOY, I PRAY for you, you're basically toast

It's quite obvious that boom boom boi and rock boi are the dominant ones in the relationship meaning, you're the sub! Congrats and have fun ;)

If they catch you escaping, well... good luck with dealing with their punishments since they can be pretty brutal.... They might say some mean things to you which will also be followed by a few slaps here and there and basically, doing whatever they want with you

But aftercare with them is like 5 star treatment. If you fall into a state of depression and overwhelming sadness that has the look of a puppy getting kicked, they won't be able to stand it since they love you to death and they care for you okay? You're THEIRS and they can't let their darling precious angel enter such a horrible state now, can they?

Aftercare is typically done by you getting squished like a tomato in between them where they'll whisper soothing and sweet things into your ears and try calming you the FREAK down and stroke your hair and give you head pats and massages and especially LOADS of hugs and everyone favourite things: CUDDLES!!!!! They might even let you watch a movie of your choice if you're feeling really down as hell

You'll love the aftercare these strong bois have in store for ya pal. After an escape punishment, Bakugou will still be pissed at you and leave you there but Kirishima will take care of you. He'll make excuses for Bakugou and comfort you. Bakugou will have calmed down by then and he isn't the type to show affection and all that most of the times anyways, so expect to be spoiled to DEATH the next day by him giving you breakfast in bed and he won't exactly apologize but actions speak louder than words, don't they?

They will not hesitate to kill ANYONE who comes in their way. PERIODT. They aren't picky anyways about who to kill. Remember that man who was giving you the wrong look? Eyeballs gouged out. Bones? broken into pieces. Limbs? Ripped apart and torn to shreds. Hotel? Trivago (Lol, I did it again, so proud of myself :) )

If Bakugou snaps, it'll be like some mad dog has finally bitten him, but don't say that to him if you want to go deaf for a whole day. Anywho, if he snaps, good luck dealing with the uncontrollable pomeranian and I offer you my best wishes to you and Kirishima. He won't snap out of it easily and it usually involves him losing control of his emotions where he will hit you and Kirishima. Of course Kirishima WILL protect you and not let you get hit. What sort of man would he be if he lets you get hurt?

Bakugou will eventually realize what he's doing and finally go back to normal and will end up actually apologizing for once in his life and things might go back to normal (Well, as normal as they have been when you've been kidnapped)

If Kirishima is the one to snap, Bakugou won't stop it for a bit. He will calm you down if things start getting too much. If he feels that Kirishima is going too far, he'll just give him a whack on the head that'll ''wake'' him up and all that. Kirishima will go back and forth between spoiling you two and calling himself despicable for two weeks until you and Bakugou do something. If both of them snap... well... you get yo runnin' shoes and hide the HECK away from them and you start getting depressed 

When they get to know about your mental health state, don't be surprised if you wake up in the morning surrounded with over 50+ oversized hoodies and your favorite things. The root of their affection comes from one word. Cuddles. They will cuddle all day and not want to move unless one of you gets hungry. They will give you kisses and shit too but cuddles are their forte

Once you develop Stockholm Syndrome, damn do these two spoil you. They let you get whatever cute outfit you want but they limit if it's more of a household outfit vs going out outfit. Their extremely dominant side comes out because you're timid or rebellious nature has died at this point

[the-grimm-writer]

You can’t tell me Bakugou isn’t the type of yandere to infantilize his quirkless darling, because of how he and others treated izuku.

Oh he absolutely does and he doesn't try and hide the fact that he sees you as a weak little thing that needs a big strong hero like himself to protect you. He's so bad with it, he gives you a whole schedule you must follow or else. But Bakugou doesn't think he's totally unfair. He cooks for you, and keeps the house clean. All he expects is for you to stay in his bed like a good quirkless darling should and follow his rules because he just wants what's best for you.

And if you disobey him, he's not afraid of bending you over his lap, spanking you and playfully setting off his quirk until you're a crying mess and swearing that you'll never disrespect his authority ever again. <3

[angeli-fucking-cat]

i hope all the fanfic writers i follow are okay and kicking, i miss seeing your updates in my notifs pookies

[mitsukiwa]

Crimson Cave

A/N: There will contain a lot of aggressiveness coming from the hot headed blonde. Such as hair pulling, slapping, murderous actions Ect. And as always all criticism appreciated <3  Angst I Eventual Smut I Slight Fluff

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Y/N sat close enough beside the fire pit of her ''home'' as she read a book. Her pointer finger ghosted over the words engraved on the sheet, a form of habit she'd developed over time.

 Reading had become her mediator, a way to escape from her reality.

The book she currently had on her lap consisted of a rebellious woman. She rebelled against her society's rules. In other words, she was a free woman, a free spirit. She once was like her. Before her parents, friends, neighbors, and even people she considered acquaintances slaughtered before her eyes.

Her village was in flames as they invaded her home and killed her people, Viciously murdered by crude human beings with no remorse for what they did.

To them, those innocent lives meant nothing.

She despised them, and yet she was forced to live amongst them.

Unable to understand their form of a tongue, They took her and only her. She doesn't know why but now she was compelled to live here against her will.

She tried to escape countless times, though all her attempts were unsuccessful.

Many guards stood around the house in which she stayed.

Now she's come to slowly accept her fate, imprisoned and unable to leave this hell. She never came to understand why'd he take her.

Why'd he taken the life of many innocents to get to her?

And Every time, she came to the same conclusion to make her suffer. Since the day he took her, he's made her suffer.

She wrapped the wooled blanket tightly around her body. The harsh weather outside did nothing to lessen the coldness.

She didn't even flinch when she heard a door harshly slam shut. Already knowing precisely who it was. Heavy footsteps sounded as they drew closer. From the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow loom over her figure.

The Fire flickered, the only thing keeping the room lit.

Continuing to ignore him, you saw no point in engaging in conversation.

She busied herself with scanning through the book; she wasn't reading anymore, Avoiding the elephant in the room.

Unfortunately, that was short-lived because he grabbed the book out of her grip.

Hurling it into the fire pit beside her.

She watched wide-eyed as the flames melted and burned around the book.

He huffed out. ''think y'could ignore me?'' he went feral.

This man had no self-control.

She looked up at him with a nasty glare prominent on her features.

His bloodshot eyes met her with the same expression.

''y'supposed to welcome me home when I come.'' He said with that bite on his tongue.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and in the process, the wooled blanket pooled around her waist. She looked away from his direction. She couldn't stand him.

She was sure she loathed this man.

He roughly grabbed her jaw, jerking her head up; to look at him. She swears she heard her neck crack in the process.

Her cheeks were mushed together, lips puckering out.

''I said you were supposed to greet me.''

He leaned his face closer to hers.

She scrunched up her face at their proximity, his breath fanning over her face.

She tried pulling his hands off her face. He had a vice grip on her jaw.

In response, he tightened them, electing pain from her cheeks. She whined out for him to stop, her words sounding muffled.

''stop, sorry, I'm sorry.''

He clicked his tongue, letting go of his hold on your jaw, roughly pushing her head back.

She gave a shaky exhale.

''let's go to bed.'' He mumbled.

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She didn't move an inch as he held her close against his body, his warmth emitted around her. Under other circumstances, she would have said this felt nice, but given all other events, that's the least she'd ever have had to cross her mind. He held her close by the waist, his nose buried into the crook of her neck. His breath tickled her slightly. She didn't mind though it was the least of her worries at the moment.

He had burned her book to ashes simply because she didn't welcome him home, cause she opted to ignore his presence.

He always found a prominent way of chastening her, but tonight he didn't. Probably because he was tired, she guesses. Probably because he was tired, she guesses.

Tired of killing innocents

She thought disgust etched on her features.

She let out a sigh through her nose. Her eyes widened with realization.

His grip tightened around her middle. He mumbled something in his foreign language.

It must have been him cursing her for sighing too loudly.

Annoyance?

''I'm sorry, katsuki, I didn't mean to'' She quickly apologized before anything escalated.

He let out a groan, rubbing his face further into you.

She did her best to her ability to not move; to not disturb his comfortableness, knowing what'd he do if you did.

''go to sleep'' He slurred 

There was a moment of silence.

''I can't,'' she said after a long pause.

He huffed out of annoyance.

She winced, already mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

He retracted his arm from around her, propping himself up on his elbows instead.

''Why can't you'' sleep heavy on every syllable.

She bit on her lower lip, swallowing before she continued to speak.

Should she tell him?

This is the first time since he's taken her that he's ever shown an ounce of care for her.

''I'' she paused.

His patience was beginning to wary thin.

He was about to say something, but she hurriedly spoke.

''I just keep thinking.'' she blurts out

He closed his mouth, and bakugou's eyes wore slits.

''About?'' He was curious. What could have you stay up at night? What could have your mind spiraling?

'' My family'' She couldn't help but cry. Her family was murdered, and she missed them.

He rolled his eyes ''you got me now.''

Was that supposed to make you feel better? If anything, it just made you feel worse.

''im your family now.'' he said lowly.

Even if he sounded soft, his voice held a gruff vocal to it, still intimidating as ever.

''c'mere'' He opened his arms for you to crawl into.

Reluctantly you did.

He held her in his arms as she silently cried, he ran thick digits through her hair hoping to soothe her.

The one responsible for everything was the man who currently held you.

And yet he dared act as if he'd done it for you.

''soon you' 'll see why I did what I did'' He softly whispered into her hair.

She made a face, although he wasn't able to see it. Her back was facing him.

He had to have been mentally ill because killing her relatives, friends even people she'd considered acquaintances was for her. It was a good thing?

Something to thank him for?

''You never told me how you could speak my language.''

He let out an annoyed huff at her question.

She turned to face the blonde-haired man beside her.

''the least you could do is tell me.''

He scowled

 Why did she even care?

''please tell me'' she pleaded.

Bakugou let out a loud sigh through his nose.

''fine,'' He swallowed, ''my mom would speak to me in your language. I guess I was bound to know by her.''

Her brows drew together, ''how'd she know?'' She was curious as to know why his mother spoke her language.

His village spoke an entirely distant foreign language. So how'd his mother talk hers?

''she belonged to your village,'' He clicked his tongue ''before she ran off to marry my father.''

She propped herself on her elbows.

'Your mother willingly married him?'

He hummed a 'yes' in response.

''sounds like something that'd never happen''

He glared at the woman beside him, And she only did the same.

''Because you men are utterly cruel''

The ash-blonde man snorted at her statement.

''cruel? You haven't seen half of it'' He smirked down at her.

In reaction, she only scooted away.

She couldn't get away far though. He grabbed her arm, yanking her back towards him once again.

The girl yelped out in pain as he squeezed hard on her forearm.

'where do y'think yur goin huh?'

'let me go you prick' She began to hit his chest. To him, they were light feathered touches.

She screamed out when he yanked her hair back by her hair. 'fucken calm down dammit' He barked.

The girl's tears began to run nonstop at his rough actions.

'quit bein' a little bitch and to to sleep'

She sniffled as he wrapped his strong arms around her. He leaned down to kiss the crown of her head.

He softly shushed her, lightly rubbing her back.

“there, there,” She sniffled/ '”go to sleep' He whispered.

Not long after she let out even puffs of air. He softly smiled at her rested face.

His eyes began to slowly close.

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When she awoke he no longer was beside her on the bed. She lifted her head from the pillow, looking around the room for a familiar blond.

He must've left off for his voyage, a faint knock caught the girl's attention.

She said a quick 'come in' The woman who had knocked on the door came in. 

'i've come to get your bed ready, and breakfast is prepared' The middle-aged woman said.

The girl waved her hand dismissively

'I'll get it done' She flashed the woman a smile.

'you could take a break if you'd like.'

The woman grinned at the girl.

'you know your nothing like any of the women that boy has brought home' The corner of her eyes crinkled as her smile widened.

'your kind unlike many, and you stand up for others.'

The girl recalled the night she walked in on the middle-aged woman on her knees, tears streaming down her face. And a guard just about ready to persecute her for sneaking bread from the pantry of their home.

The girl pushed the man to the ground forcing the sword out of his grip, though she was unable to. The guard threw the girl off him, positioning the sword against her neck.

Bakugou walked in on this.

His fury was immense, and in seconds swiftly pulled out his iron steel sword and sliced the guard's neck. His head rolled off to the side. The body limped above the girl. The blood splattered all over her face.

Bakugou pushed off the body from above her.

She stared wide-eyed at the ash-blonde male. Did he slaughter one of his own to stop them from hurting you?

He leaned down picking the girl up bridal style.

Her eyes never left his vermillion ones.

He looked back over his shoulder. 'Rima have someone clean this up.'

She quickly nodded, pushing herself up from the ground, hurriedly making it out of the pantry.

That night Bakugou held her tight in his arms.

Afraid to lose her maybe?

She wasn't sure

'i only stand up for what’s right.' She told Rima.

'Your unafraid to speak your mind, sweetie'

You nervously rubbed your arm, 'really it's nothing.'

'it means a lot to me, if it weren't for you I wouldn't have been here.'

'you've always been so kind to me Rima, I don't think I could ever let anything happen to you.'

' you know, sir Bakugou requested i let you wonder around the village'

The girl's eyes lit up 'really?' Rima nodded.

This is the closest thing to freedom you were able to have ever since he’s taken you from home.

'but two guards must accompany you'

Her eyes dimmed slightly. Rima reached out her hand lightly rubbing the young girl's cheek.

'This is somewhat process he usually wouldn't had left you to go out especially out of his sight'

'yeah, i know i just' She sighed out of her nose. 'feel as if i were trapped.'

Rima gave her a pained look.

'cheer up, you know how quick he is to change his mind' She patted the girl's shoulder.

She in response nodded 'will you be coming with?' The girl asked the woman.

'no, sorry' She had a saddened look, 'He didn't demand i go.'

Rima stood up straight, flattening her dress. 'This isn't about me. Let's get you ready, sweetie'

She dressed you up in appropriate attire. Styling your hair into a braid. Leaving a few strands to fall free in front of her face.

'you look gorgeous' She smiled at the younger female.

'Thank you, Rima'

'You can thank me later, now off you go''

She began to push you out of the bedroom.

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Y/N walked past many food stands. Some sold fruits, seeds, bread, milk, meat, 

A few stood in front of their stands promoting their goods.

She came across a corral of goats. She quickly made her way to it.

One of the guards behind her called out to her. 'm'lady i’m not sure it may be appropriate for you to touch them'

She turned around to face the guards. 'there's no rule about not touching animals' She remarked.

They no longer tried to prevent her.

A certain goat stood out to her. It lay in the far corner, away from the rest of them. Unlike the remaining others when she reached out to pet it, it didn't as it saw her hand approaching its way.

'may I take this one?' She asked the guards.

''were not certain our king would approve.'

'But you are certain how he'll get if I'm upset' She threatened.'

'your right, of course we could take it' He said as he walked over to the salesman.

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Y/N leaned over the fence, holding her head up with her hands.

The goat was adorable in her eyes. She doesn't know why but she wanted to bring the poor animal with her.

Maybe free her?

'i know this may seem ironic because you are still basically trapped behind a fence, but I promise to free you

She smiled at the goat. In response it let out a sound, getting within the girl's reach.

She petted the goat's head, gently tracing her fingers on the small horns.

'' what the fuck is that?'' A gruff voice from behind her said. Her hand quickly retracted from the goat. Turning to Face the man behind.

His eyes flickered behind her and back to hers.

''a goat.'' She simply said

He walked over to the fence, his vermillion irises stared down at the hopeless goat.

She wasn't sure what could have been going through this man's head at this moment, nonetheless, she was wary, eyeing his every move.

He reached out his hand, tubbing onto the goat's fur with his thick thumb.

''without my say so.'' He said after a long moment.

He looked back at the girl over his shoulder. She stared at the man with narrowed eyes, and both her hands fisted.

He let out a chuckle. It seemed she cared for this worthless animal. She gave it tender and gentle care. Even getting a bit protective he may say. He didn't like the nasty glare you were throwing towards his direction nor the hateful eyes.

Giving him the impression of a protective mother, who'd be willing to jump into danger for her child. Though this wasn't her child but a filth of an animal.

He cocked his head to the side.

His other hand was placed on the opposite side of the goat's head.

Bakugou cracked its head to the side. Letting go of the hold he had on the goat. Its body fell to the ground with a thud.

A shaky gasp was heard.

Bakugou straightened his posture. he looked down at the girl who had fallen to her knees letting out sobs. Gripping onto the grass.

he'd just come back from fighting for more acres and yet he has to come home to this bullshit.

He yanked the girl up to her.

''let's go inside'' He began to pull her along.

She resisted, struggling against his hold.

''I'm not going anywhere with you monster'' She spits

It was evident his patience was beginning to wary thin.

He fisted an amount of the girl's hair. pulling her face close to his. She repeatedly hit his chest. But to no avail.

He twisted the locks of hair he had in his hold electing a pained shriek from the girl.

Her eyes began to water, as she began to curse out words at the man and his doings. Though Bakugou wanted nothing more than to shut her up. And clearly, she wasn't relenting.

Giving him even more reason to feel on edge.

He pushed her onto the ground, the girl fell on her back.

Letting out a pained moan.

He loomed over her. His irises were enraged and ballistic. Her rebellion has continued for far too long. And he wanted nothing more than to put an end to her actions.

''You're an unmerciful monster, who doesn't obtain any repentance for your cruel actions''

He chuckled, ''yes I've heard those same words before''

''And yet you never took any accounted for?''

He smirked down at her, ''I've simply chosen to ignore them.''

He let out a sigh, ''your disobedience will only get you nowhere.''

'you must be demented if you think I'd ever oblige to your orders' She huffed out,  '', especially from a monster like yourself.''

He kneeled reaching his hand out toward the girl. In response, she tried throwing a punch in his way which was easily caught by the man. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand. She began to start kicking, and Bakugou gripped onto her knee crushing hard until a crack was heard. She screamed out in agony.

Begging the man to stop his torture.

''please'' She begged him.

''let go standing up. He began to make his way into the home. he looked down at her over his shoulder. ''let's go inside''

She grabbed onto the railing pushing herself up to her feet. As she did so she glimpsed at the goat who had been murdered at the hands of the man before her.

She slowly stepped forward nearly losing her footing as an immense pain struck her leg. The girl began limping.

She limped her way behind the man. Following him into their 'home'.

By the time she made it into the house, she was out of breath. Her knee was beginning to swell, purple forming around the kneecap. She let out silent sniffles every now and then. Bakugou basked in her obedient nature. if he was honest it was most refreshing when she obliged.

Though he despised her rebellious nature, it was almost always she who stood against his orders.

But he could get used to this

He threw the girl over his shoulder, she let out a surprised gasp at his uncalled-for actions.

He walked over to their shared bedroom and gently laid the girl onto her side of the mattress.

Usually, under other circumstances, he would have sent you to bathe before coming to bed but unfortunately, she couldn't make it herself. So he let this be the only time.

She made sure to not move her leg as much, avoiding further pain.

''I'll bring you dinner but for now rest''

She let out a quiet ok. He took his leave.

he lightly shook her arm to wake her from her current slumber.

She arose, rubbing her sockets ridding herself of her sleepiness.

''here eat up'' He said lowly handing her a plate of meat.

''you wouldn't want the remains of your pet to go to waste now do you?''

She let out a choked-out gasp, pushing the plate of meat far from her. She looked up at him with crazed eyes.

Sleep is the very least on her mind at the moment.

''how could you, you heartless bastard'' She scooted away from him. Wary of his every move. He killed her goat and attempted to feed it to you. What is he insane?

''ungrateful piece of shit'' He grabbed her hair yanking her up to his eye level. Bloodshot eyes stared intently into your watery ones. Tears threatened to fall free.

''why'd you do it?'' She questioned, she shook him by the shoulders.

''why must you rid of anything I find even an ounce of comfort in?'' Tears streamed down her cheeks.

He scowled at her behavior

Fine then if she wanted to really fucken know

''Because none of that shit involves me''

You let out a crazed laugh.

His scowl only deepened.

''so you choose to strip me of them just like that because none of them involves you''

He simply nodded.

''hell fucking yes, and since you belong to me that's my fucken choice to make and solely mines''

''you really are a lunatic''

He twisted the bunch of hair he had in his fist electing a scream of pain.

''don't fucking talk to me like that''

She scratched his face, he let go of her as his hands flew over to cover the cut.

She took the chance to run out of the room. She ran, limping to the back door of the house. She was midway to twisting the nob open. This close to being free.

Mere inches to escape.

She heard his bloody hurling scream, never in her life had she ever heard her name ever be said with such venom. Her body flinched out of reflex.

And before she even tried to make it out of the house, he grabbed her. Slapping her cheek with such force his big hands got more than half of her face. he had slapped her cheek with such force her head turned in the opposite direction, a faint crack could be heard after the slap echoed. Slight ringing in her left ear.

''fucken piece of shit''

© Mitsukiwa 2023-Do not copy,post or translate my work anywhere.

[infirezzzbish]

I need help again 😭😭✌

please help me find this fic. Lately I keep on remembering all the other works I've read before 😔 so i think bakugou and ochako are fuck buddies and ochako introduced reader to our lovely pomeranian then they did the deed and became friends w benefits then bakubabes became yandere i think all ik is this is in tumblr 😜

Another ff i'm looking for is bakugou x reader with camie 😏 so like camie likes bakugou and she knows bakugou likes reader so she used reader to have threesome with boom boom boi (she'll really do anything for him it's actually kinda sad but teehee 👉👈) so when all of them are doing it bakugou only focuses on reader while camie desperately trying to get attention 😭 also i think it's enemies to lover uwu 👹 so yeah thats all PLEASE TELL ME ITS NOT DELETED CAUSE I WANNA FEEL THE NOSTALGIA OF READING THEM AGAIN 😚 thankies hehe

[yandere-kokeshi]

Could you do Yandere Bakugo with a male darling who acts like Circus Baby (expect with out the murder) and kinda has like a quirk like that?

Warnings: Yandere behavior and cursing.

Authors note: I'm familiar with the fnaf franchise but I still had to do my research so please excuse me if this isn't what you wanted or if this is shorter!

Thank you for requesting :]

He finds you very entertaining; you're very clever, yet able to keep a smile on, show politeness, and still keep a plan in your head secretly; look approachable and have a calm demeanor.

Due to your quirk and calm personality, you most likely have a bunch of kids coming up to you for signatures, which, Katsuki enjoys watching from afar.

No matter how much he complains about how annoying those brats are or how they take away you're attention, he can't help but stop on the sidewalk, completely ignoring his fans to admire you: down to your knees, blowing up balloons for small 4-years olds while they gasp in excitement.

If you make him balloons for his birthday, he's gonna show a rare gentle-like smile and a hand rubbing in your hair; kissing the side of your head while a small 'thank you hun' comes out.

Whenever the two of you have patrol together, he makes sure to show everyone that your his: a hand on your upper hip, arm around your shoulder or holding hands.

If anyone dares to approach you, making fun of you of your quirk or how you look, he's immediately in their face threatening them: "What the fuck is your problem? Go fuck yourself before I blow you to pieces!"

If you are as tall as Circus Baby (7'2"), he's gonna be mad jealous but proud to have you as his husband. Not only does he call you nicknames based on how tall you are but also your quirk.

The nicknames are: red, squeaker, clown, baby-boy, and circus.

If you love to sing, please sing for him! He'd love to hear it, plus he gets to see an 'embarrassing' side of you that he, Dynamite, only gets to see.

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[bunnyyslug]

Good lord this hurts

I have a follow-up idea for your latest Bakugou fic, and if it’s too triggering then please ignore this. Heavy trigger warning for ED, catatonic states, suicidal idealisation and heavy abuse!!

Imagine that Y/N starts emotionally breaking down after all the abuse that she has faced and is slowly becoming more and more catatonic by the day. She can’t walk due to the debilitating state of her body, any food is puked back up uncontrollably and her body seems so much more fragile and bruises like a peach.

She is losing the will to live and while Bakugou picks up on it, the abuse only amps up. He’s slowly becoming more and more frightened by the day, but the only way he knows how to show his “concern” is with more threats and constant displays of abuse love.

Skip forward to about 3 months later and Bakugou is at his wits end; you haven’t spoken at all within that time period, hardly flinch at his attempts to scare you and have this weird grey glaze over your eyes. You’re still breathing but that is the only sign of life you allow him to glimpse at. He’s terrified to touch you now, since the last time he attempt to rouse you from that state he accidentally broke your wrist and broke down uncontrollably.

He’s beyond desperate now and finally sees your body for what you have become as a result of his own selfishness; a hollow being of the woman he had loved, but now with no will to live. He screams, cries and begs for you to forgive his heinous sins whilst holding your battered and abused body like it’s his final lifeline and all you can do is slowly float away from your own body in a daze of colours.

What do you think? Again, I’m sorry if this is too triggering and have an awesome day/night wherever you are!

Yandere!Bakugou 

part ⅰ

part ⅲ

part ⅳ

A/N: NO because your idea is beautiful n I love these dark contents- 👀 this post is just going to be like a long drabble (??) n I’m thinking of writing a oneshot version but im scared it's going to be too long thooo. Also sorry I could’ve posted this yesterday but I’m so tired lately I think my depressive episode is coming and I can feel myself going cRaZyyy 😭😭 if that’s so I can’t really post as much as I used to :((( 

Tags and warning: Yandere, smut, angst, rape, abuse, suicidal tendencies

Remember when Bakugou punched Y/N in the stomach and forced the porridge into her mouth when she tried to die from starvation and dehydration? So, she’s now tired from trying and trying to escape that she just doesn’t even know what to do with her life anymore and finally gives up. 

And at first, he doesn't believe her obedience to his commands. She used to scream when told to shut her mouth, bite when told to suck and spit when told to swallow; her fiery will never backed down. 

So when she’s suddenly complying to what she’s told might shocked him, and he’s suspecting her to be plotting a way to escape after finding out that defiance wasn’t the way. 

And to try to break that ‘facade’, Bakugou made her life extra hard, punishing her for not closing the door, hitting her for not kissing him on the cheek before he leaves for work and stepping on her throat for making the dish too salty for his liking. 

But she’s been keeping the good act up for a week now and he’s starting to lower his guard; then maybe she’s really surrendering to him. 

Of course, Bakugou is glad and happy that she’s finally breaking and submitting into him. All he has to do is train her mind and body into his perfect little darling who’s addicted to him like how he is with her. 

But what if she’s too broken beyond repair? Unable to be trained or be picked up because of how big of a punch he gave her, over and over again, constantly nonconning her and punishing her every breath that her pieces melt into the ground before he can even gather them up. 

Another mistake he made was punching her abdomen when she was still weak and starved, now her organ’s injured and can’t function properly, always throwing food out of her throat and to make matters worst, Bakugou hits her even more because he’s pissed. 

He also notices how skinny she had gotten, ribs and bones stabbing her skin from the inside, hair littering all over the house and she can’t even stand up for more than 5 minutes before her muscles give out.

But he still doesn’t bring her to the doctors, too stubborn and paranoid that she might tell the doctors what he had done to her. He couldn’t risk having her taken away from him, so he continues seeing her skin turn paler and paler day by day until she’s like a living ghost who haunts his vision. 

A week later, most of her clothes doesn’t fit her still-bruised up body anymore. Her panties fall between her feet, dresses and tops drooping over one side of her shoulders and Bakugou has to buy a brand new closet for her. 

By week two, she stops getting out of bed in the morning and only crawls into the bathroom and tries to finish her meals in there because every single bite she takes climbs back out of her throat anyway.

On the third week, she turns mute and only lays in bed. The house is quiet and Bakugou turns on the television 24/7 because he just can’t handle the silence. His verbal abuse only triples up because that’s what he’s best at, but even so, she still doesn’t speak, as if he’s talking and yelling at a doll. 

And he doesn't think he can live with you anymore on the fourth week, as if he was the prisoner of his own hold. He doesn’t even remember how you looked without your hollow eyes and hollow cheeks, chopstick limbs he’s sure he can break without using any of his strength and your faraway gaze you’d wear as you stare at the ceiling. 

He forces spoons after spoons of food into your dry mouth and watches the pile of rice drop from the end of your overflowing mouth. Until his patience breaks and he shatters the bowl over your bruised, numb body before he realises what he’s done and apologises into the air over and over again.

Mold is starting to grow on the dirty sheets of your bed but you don’t move and Bakugou’s too afraid to touch you, scared that you’ll break; flies are even buzzing over your dry, cold skin and the stench of the uneaten meals he left all over your room is gradually spreading throughout the house.

It becomes a whole routine; he cooks up breakfast and lunches and dinners and spoon-feeds you; sometimes he leaves the plates somewhere near you and sometimes he tries to dump everything into your mouth but you just don't chew or bite, your mouth just pauses open. 

Bakugou is half certain you’re dead. Your eyes are lifelessly hazy, skin as stiff and cold as a corpse’s and you’ve been paralyzed on your back for days otherwise if he hasn’t bring you to the toilet by the start and end of the days and bathe you as gently as he could. 

He’s tried tickling you, but you don't giggle or even move an inch; which resulted in him breaking your ankle just for you show something on your frozen features, yet you still don't move. 

Sometimes he puts his finger under you nose to feel your breath but he’s slowly starting to think that he’s imagining it all. Maybe you are dead, maybe the stench of the untouched food is the smell of your rotting corpse and maybe, you're a ghost that haunts him every second in this house.

You blow air on his skin to pretend you’re still alive, let out occasional zombified moans and groans so he won’t think too much of your dead body and you appear in his dreams, with your twinkling eyes and soft, plump skin he misses so much and question him why he made you like this.

And he wakes up from his sleep, tears and sweat falling onto his sheets as he scrambles to your room; hoping that you’re not dead yet, not today as he rushes to your side. Your chest is still slightly heaving and he’s relieved. 

But you look so motionless, as if you’re frozen in time before the second you take your last breath and it makes his heart jump. But you’re still breathing, so he whispers a ‘sorry’ and he swears he sees a glint of shine within your orbs. 

He’s whispering another sorry into your ear, sorry that he made you like this, sorry he’s a jealous, selfish man who stole you away from your beautiful fate. You could’ve blessed the earth you walked freely on but he just had to steal off just for his jealous, selfish self.

Then, he’s saying a louder sorry, sorry he robbed your beauty and your voice and your soul away from you. That you could’ve lived a life you'd love to live, not one where you dread to breathe and beg to speak. 

And he’s shouting out apologies until that’s the only word on his mind, sorry he fell in love with you, love you so, so much, too much that he turned himself into a monster and you into a too broken of a soul to fix. 

He’s breaking down, gripping the sheets and screaming his frustration and resentment right in front of you; just like how you were and he can only beg for you to see this. What you had always wanted, him in agony and pain, in his most humiliating form and he just needs you to roll your eyes to his sobbing frame. 

But you only continue to train your sight on the white of the ceiling, as dead as a person can be and refusing to give the contentment he needs to reason and forgive himself with.

Your silence fills his ears, tingles his brain as a new, fresh thought comes up onto his mind. Since you’re just no more than a shell of a spirit he loved, and him a lonely of a man who struggles to reach his love from the other side; maybe dying with you together might give him a new chance, a new chance to chase and drag you a whole again into the chambers of his heart even in the pits of hell.  

[aajjks]

tw/ hórny èx bf, hè ís à crèèp, nôncôn, èxplïcït ând nsfw thèmès.

It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

[adabird]

Jealous Katsuki is the best Katsuki.. He wraps his hands around your waist, kissing at your ear, before pushing you deeper into his chest.. He moves his hands up the side of your body, keeping you in place before his whisky breath started to fan across your cheek.. “You wanna tell me why that man had his hand on your arm earlier?”.. “I hated the way you giggled.. I thought that giggle was reserved for me”. He said, before his bottom lip jutted out, giving you a cute pout. You rolled your eyes before saying “Kats, that was my cousin”. He paused, watching the image from the corner of your eye as he stared at you bewildered, pout still prominent on his face before replying. “You still love me right?”

[zentraex]

Remember: English grammar is a lot different than German grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

Trigger warnings: yandere, kinda forced relationship

Pairings: Yandere! Bakugou x f! Reader

False Hopes

It was a typical autumn day. The green leaves have changed color: yellow, orange, red and dry brittle brown. One by one, they leave the tree, leaving it naked and bare. The sun starts to disappear behind the horizon, behind the thickening clouds, showing the world its last rays of sunshine for the slowly ending day. 

She also says goodbye to the couple, who are enjoying a date at the young man's house. 

"I have to admit, I'm surprised. When you told me to come, I didn't expect anything like this. Especially not from you," she says, a sly grin on her lips. 

He copies her grin as he speaks, "It wouldn't be a surprise if you could have guessed it."

"True, True," she says and sits down. The covered table is bursting with romance. Romance that she only knows from books. 

Who would have thought that she would be one of the lucky ones to get such a dream come true?

"Do you like it?" he asks, his eyes reflecting a hint of nervousness. Hers are sparkling, looking directly into his, seeing right through him.

"Who knows?" she teases him. However, he can see right through them as well and reads the actual answer from her eyes.  

His heart beats faster, drops of sweat run down his forehead, and his foot hurriedly taps the ground. His gaze drifts to his plate. Each time, she triggers these overwhelming feelings in him.

From the first time he saw her, the first time he spoke to her, and the first time he touched her. 

At first, he hated this attraction and these new feelings, but now he finds himself thirsting for more and more of it... demanding.

He wants more, needs more.

Not seeing her makes him starve.

His gaze wanders back to her.

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Should he dare? 

She feels the same, why should she object to that?

The sun has now been swallowed up by grey clouds. A light drizzle patters against the window.

"Bakugou..."

"Huh?"

"What are we to each other?"

He raises an eyebrow, leans back, and crosses his arms. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what's our relationship status? We always do so much together and I feel like there's more to it than just friendship."

Oh.

Friendship?

He laughs. 

"Friendship? You saw us as friends?"

Her gaze becomes uncertain, her smile fades. 

"All the dates, this here... Did you really think I would do this for simple friends?"

"No, but-"

He gets up abruptly, interrupting her.

In the meantime, the rain has become stronger and the heavy drops clank loudly against the window.

"You're my girlfriend, of course," he says, walking up to her. 

Her body tenses as he stands directly in front of her seated form. He looks terrifying, gives her a feeling of...

Fear.

Fear? From Bakugou? Her crush? 

Her heart beats faster, drops of sweat run down her forehead, and her foot hurriedly taps the ground. Her gaze drifts to her plate. 

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

The food is cold. 

"Look at me!" he says, his voice deep, vibrating with anger and disappointment. She flinches, looks at him slowly. He sees her fear.

"You're my girlfriend," he repeats. "Whether you like it or not." 

Her mouth opens.

...

But nothing comes out of it.

His hand moves in her direction. She leans away, falls, but supports herself in time. 

With trembling legs, she stands up and both stare at each other. 

BA-DUM

BA-DUM

 BA-DUM It's instinct that she runs away. She didn't even think about it. From the living room into the narrow hallway. 

He follows her, slowly.

She grasps the door handle and pushes it down. 

There is lightning, then thunder. Outside, there is a strong storm. 

Yes, things like her dreams only exist in books.