bakuhoe0-0

[bakuhoe0-0]

Yandere Bakugo x reader

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, abuse, fluff, angst

His fingers grazed the cold tile as he walked, quite patting coming from below his shoes with every step he took.

A sinister smile sat perched on his lips, the smug feeling of victory consuming any conscience he had left of the situation.

He found it truly beautiful, the thought of having someone so fully consumed with love for him, the thought that someone could whole heartedly devote themselves to him.

It fed the craving that itched at the sides of his brain, left warm tingles over his burning skin, leaving him truly feeling in bliss. In ecstasy that someone, that you, could be so consumed by him.

No matter the force, no matter the gentle words, no matter the soft grazes of your skin under his fingers, this was the only way. The only way to keep himself saine, to keep him from loosing what little sanity that seemed to cling to him every time he was with you.

Anything, he would do anything if it ment that you, his beloved, would be with him. At every day, at every moment, at every gentle stroke of his hips, you where there, to give him every piece of you.

To let him give you every ounce of his love, in every way he sees you deserved. Even when you lied, screamed, tugged at the restraints that so beautifully accented your tainted skin, he loved you in every way he sees fit.

Why was it so hard for you to understand? Why did you hurt him, when all he ever did was devout himself to you. Why did you harshly rip at his heart, tugging at the strings as he crumbled at your mercy.

To you, he was a vail man, someone who took everything while still giving you everything. You didn’t understand, his sense of ‘love’

The way he harshly dragged his rough fingers against your skin while speaking sweet nothings into your ear, treating you like a metal that was none better then second place, appreciated, but hated for not being the golden number one.

He loves you, he says while the cold metal whipped against your already bruised skin, promising that it’s only for your own good.

He loves you, even when he locks you in the dark basement cage that he knew you feared so much, feeding you like a dog for however long he believes you deserved, for it was out of love.

He loves you, as he quietly apologizes for every harsh bruise he planted against your soft skin, quietly pleading for your forgiveness.

He loves you, as he opens the the dark cage door, tears staining his beautiful red eyes, quiet sobs emitting from his throat as he pulled your shivering body into his arms, regretful.

He loves you, as he warmly smiled at you while cooking you your favorite breakfast because he felt you deserved it.

He loves you, as he tucks your body under the warm covers in his bed, scooting closes to you while wrapping his hands around you and inhaling the comforting scent of your hair.

He loves you, he truly does, in his own way. his own way of expressing his twisted and tainted love, with every fibre of his body, he lived for you.

Everything he did, would always lead back to you. Where you stupid for clinging to a love that no other man will ever be capable of. A love that burns to harshly, fully consuming your soul, burning you with him.

Isn’t that what love is all about?

Burning, together.

“Y/n…” his raspy voice called out, his steps slowly approaching you. You heart picking up in your chest, almost leaping with the emotions that stirred within you.  

Hatred, disgust, shame, love, warmth. Feelings mixing to a point where deciphering what went on in your mind was an imposable matter.

You gripped your hand on your chest, a striking pain running through your chest as you lowly panted.

“Here, katsuki…” why did you call out to him? Almost a nagging feeling pulling at your heart to respond to the man, to the man you loved.

Your hand fell from your chest, placing both hands down against your knees. Your breathing steadying despite the rabid beating of your heart.

A warm hand rubbed at the side of your cheek, your body subconsciously leaning into his touch, appreciating it.

Big round eyes staring up at the man, as you fully melted into the warmth of his hand, the sweet sent of his clothes.

You really did love this man, or so you believe.

-might write a part 2?