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Yandere! Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader, light Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, murder, kidnapping, physical abuse, sexual acts, male masturbation, handjob.

Summary: Bakugou waits for the right moment to finally take you, and he's not letting his opportunity pass, no matter what.

WC: 1.6k+

A/N: I literally dreamt about this, that's it, that's how I came up with it :l .

“Ah, fuck.” Bakugou moans, throwing his head back while feeling more precum leaking his tip, getting dangerously close to his high. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He fucks up into his fist harder with you on his mind, the simple thought of you cumming around him tipping him over the edge and getting him to shoot thick streams of cum through his tip, painting trails of white on his bare chest and stomach as he lets out light pants, opening his eyes to be brought to the harsh reality of being alone, or not entirely.

“Woah, it’s been a while since you’ve cummed that much, when was the last time you jacked off man?” Kirishima asks, having him looking behind him over the couch from the living room to see his roommate setting down some groceries in the kitchen. “Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou brushes off, thinking about how engrossed he had been into masturbating that he didn’t hear him come into the house. It’s all your fault, sucking him off in his dreams the previous night only to then leave him blue-balled.

“… Well, how’d they behave?” Kirishima hands Bakugou some napkins and he instantly knows he’s talking about his own sick obsession. “You know they don’t leave their room when it’s just me, they fuckin’ hate me.” He takes the napkins to clean himself off. “They’re just scared of you, and they’re supposed to like me anyway.” Kirishima casually puts stuff away in the cabinets. “… You know, you should really tell them how you feel.” He adds.

“… You know they’re with fuckin’ Deku.” Bakugou reminds. “That doesn’t mean you can’t take them away.” Kirishima suggests. “You know I can’t.” Bakugou raises his voice in frustration. It’s been torture for him to have to sit by and watch as you dated Deku, kissed him, called him your fiancee, and eventually, your husband. If only Deku didn’t have that stupidly strong quirk, Bakugou would’ve already killed him and taken you away, then again; he loves you too much to cause too much of a stir to you.

Instead of having you in bed with him every night, pounding you in the mattress, calling you his, he’s stuck with his roommate who ended up kidnapping his own obsession and asking him to watch over them whenever he leaves to do anything. He doesn’t really have anything better to do, they take turns doing hero work, and to keep himself from getting bored off duty, he keeps himself occupied with his friend’s ‘Darling’.

With things such as those happening, he wasn’t surprised when all modesty was thrown out the window. Kirishima doesn’t mind one bit when Bakugou jerks off or longingly stares at one of your pictures where ever he wants, after all; it is his house as well and he’s been a great friend keeping an eye on his soon-to-be-willing partner. But as time passes, the worst thing that could happen to humanity, and you, takes place.

The number one pro hero; symbol of peace, has died.

~.~

Nearly everyone has left, you’re the only one still standing at his tomb, understandably, you can’t bring yourself to leave. One by one, the few people left approach you to offer their condolences one last time before leaving while Bakugou stays behind, waiting patiently to have you all alone. Waiting… waiting… that’s all he’s had to do since the moment he met you, but things are different now, Deku’s finally out of the picture, and waiting should only be a few minutes compared to the years he’s had to wait.

Finally, the last person leaves and Bakugou’s left alone with you, it was finally time, after all those years; he’s going to start making ties with you, and what better moment to approach you than in a vulnerable state? With the two of you left alone, the sun setting down to leave you in darkness, he walks towards you, stopping behind you.

You can’t bring yourself to care when a pair of hands place themselves on your shoulders, rubbing soft circles on them. “You should sit.” He suggests, waiting for a response that never comes. He gently pulls you away from the tomb and slowly walks you to the nearest bench with an arm around your shoulders to guide you, turning around to give one last dirty look at his dead rival. You stumble upon reaching the bench, Bakugou holding you up and sitting you down, crouching down in front of you.

You cover your face with a hand and start sobbing into it, finally letting the tears flow while your other hand grips tightly the bench under you. You bend over to bury your face in your knees, gripping your hair tightly as you cry louder with Bakugou drawing circles on your back, but despite the ache he feels in his chest at seeing you in pain, he finds that he doesn’t regret one bit having done what he did.

He waits patiently for what feels like an hour, having sat on the cold ground while trying to soothe you, rubbing your shoulder, your back when you entered a coughing fit from crying too much, until you calmed down. After you’re done crying, you keep your face buried in your knees for a while longer, trying to find the courage to face whoever consoled you. A few minutes pass and you decide to finally move up to sit straight, wiping your face with a hand.

Bakugou hands you a wipe and you take it without looking at him, feeling a hand place itself on your knee this time, continuing to rub soothing circles. Once you’re done cleaning yourself, you look at him to see who it is, being met with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-” “Don’t apologize.” He interrupts and you stay quiet with your head hung low. He softly takes your hands in his, gently running a hand up and down your wrist to test the waters, getting you to confuse his actions for sympathy.

“Please sit.” You ask and he complies, sitting next to you with his hands quickly itching to return to yours. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You apologize again. “It’s fine.” He assures. “I’m glad you came.” You break the short silence. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here since you’ve never really been on good terms with Deku.” You admit. “I’m not that bad.” He lies. “… I remember when we were still back at UA,” You start speaking and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, sure that it would be a story about Deku.

“The first time I saw you, I…” You capture his attention, getting him to look away from the ground and towards you. “You always seemed so intimidating to me, I never really grew the courage to tell you anything, and by the time I was, Deku was already asking to go out with me. I really liked you back then.” You keep your eyes glued to the ground, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks.

“I didn’t think you liked me back. So I gave it a try with Deku, and it just worked out, I ended up falling pretty hard for him.” You smile to yourself at the memories of him. “Why are you telling me this now?” He asks. “Because there were so many things I wanted to tell Deku, and now I can’t. I wanted to have kids with him, I wanted to have a family with him, I just wanted to tell you.” Your smile disappears with more tears leaving you.

Bakugou grips his pants in his hands in frustration, thinking about how all of this could’ve been avoided if he had just said something. It’s his fault you ended up with Deku, he should’ve just opened his mouth, taken you himself, but he didn’t. His hands relax and he takes notice of the cards in his favor, if you liked him, then he can get you to like him again. He’s so close, he can finally have you, he just needs to play his cards right.

“If you don’t want to be alone right now, I could crash in your couch, or we can stay a while longer.” He suggests. “No, that’s okay, thank you for keeping me company.” You smile to yourself at how nice he’s being. “What are you gonna do now?” He asks. “… I think I’m gonna move away, I don’t want to be here anymore.” You answer. “… What?” You hear his voice drop a little lower.

“I don’t want to be in the country anymore.” You repeat. “Are you serious?” He slowly stands up, moving to stand in front of you, facing down, having you feel uneasy despite the darkness of the night covering his face. “Are… are you okay?” You ask, confused as to why you feel a nagging in the back of your head telling you to run. He lifts his head for you to see the look of rage in his face, teeth gritted and brows furrowed deeply before he yanks at your wrist.

“Five years, FIVE YEARS I WAITED FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME?! I DIDN’T KILL DEKU FOR NOTHING! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!” He shouts with a tight burning grip on your wrist, confusing you with his words. “I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO KILL DEKU WHEN YOU WEREN’T LOOKING! AND FOR WHAT?! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!” He continues to shout. “Get off of me!” You cry, trying to pull yourself free.

Instead, he yanks at your forearms and throws you to the ground behind him, straddling your hips while keeping his hold on you the whole time. “I waited for five fucking years. All that wait was bitter work,” He lowers his face closer to yours. “And I'm not gonna let you throw it to waste.” He whispers from the close proximity before raising a hand and slapping it on your cheek hard, knocking you out.

Yandere!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: You suddenly become compliant and submissive and Bakugou wants to know why

A/N: I can’t bring myself to write anything about bad yanderes 

Quirk: Not specified

Warnings/Genre: Yandere themes, yandere fluff, stockholm synndrome-y, 

WC: 879

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Bakugou was wondering why you were so quiet. For the past week you’ve been acting strangely, being oddly submissive and not fighting back like you used to. Don’t get him wrong, it was so much easier than when you would push him away. It pained him when he had to punish you, and when you tensed up when he tried to show you affection. 

He was glad that you changed the way you acted, it was just... suspicious. You used to tense up and face away when he tried to cuddle you in bed, sometimes trying to move away. For the past few weeks it went from that to not flinching when he wrapped his hands around you, to relaxing when it happens, to turning around and leaning into it. Eventually, you would wrap your limbs around him in your sleep and often doing it while you were awake, dozing off peacefully a few moments later. 

Meal times with him went from ignoring him and finishing up as quick as you can, to staying and asking about his day. He would talk about the stupid things he would come across and you would giggle quietly. He loved that sound but wasn’t that used to hearing it.

You would even give him lingering kisses in the cheek, too. The first time you did it you were shy to, blushing when you stopped him from leaving for work. He looked at you with a questioning gaze but you just gave him a peck on the cheek, saying goodbye as he left for work. 

That one kiss on the cheek became a daily thing. You willingly kissed him when he went and came back from work. 

One night, this night, you were particularly loving. You made him a spicy curry dinner and were more smile-y than usual. You giddily greeted him at the door, wrapping your arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek. You happily told him you made dinner for him and led him to the dining area. 

He was surprised at how you acted. You looked so happy serving him his food and even happier when you sat next to him and ask how his day went. He told you what he usually did and you sat next to him laughing and smiling. 

When dinner was done, you washed the dishes while he took a shower. You tried to do it quickly so you were able to join him and surprise him but the many pots and pans you used took time that he didn’t want to waste in the shower. When you got to the bedroom, he was already done and it was your turn to take a shower. 

While you were in the bathroom he was wondering why you were acting so weirdly. You never really, well, liked him, ever since he took you. All he ever wanted was to keep you safe but you just called him crazy, up until recently.

Stepping out of the bathroom in the nightgown he bought for you, you saw him looking at the ceiling with his hand under his head. You smiled and leaped onto the bed, landing on his bare chest and resting your small frame on him. 

You heard him gasp quietly then you felt yourself being flipped over. He held your hands above your head as he looked at you with a hard glare, “Why are you acting like this? What are you planning? Are you trying to escape? To trick me?” he interrogated you. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as he continued to scare you, he did this many times before but it stopped for a while so you forgot how scary he could be. 

“N-no! D-did I do something wrong? I’m s-sorry” you sobbed. The sight of you crying made him regret yelling at you. His eyes widened and his chest squeezed as tears soaked the bed sheets below you. 

He let go of your wrists and wrapped you in a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to know why you were acting different.” he shushed you

Your sobs died down to sniffled and he released you from the hug. He rested his weight on his elbows as he looked at you trapped between his arms. You started to speak in a trembling, soft voice. 

“Remember when you gave me a bath that time?” you started, “You brought me to the bed and held me and I felt... safe. I realized you take care of me and you keep me in here to protect me. I know you’ve been telling me that but now I see it. I didn’t really grow up in a happy place, my friends, now that I think about it, didn’t really care for me. If they did they would’ve already gotten me out of here. Heck, even you, my captor, is nicer to me than they ever were” you chuckled

You continued, “And besides, I already liked you in the first place so I’ve been thinking... this isn’t so bad”

With that, you cupped his face in your hand and pressed your lips to his for the first time and that let him know that now both you and him were finally content with your lives.