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[ttodorokiii]

Okkkkk but like hear me out... shoto and his darling go to I-island together (or any scenario where they might have to share a hotel room) and his darlings like “oh no there’s only one bed :((((“ and shotos like omg no 💔💔 as if he hadn’t requested a room with one bed SPECIFICALLY and has been been planning this for weeks✋😭😭😭 ALSO YOUR WRITING IS GOD TIER I- LIKE HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS NVBCHFHBH 💖

note. Bestie I love you so much. You’re so cute..

•••

Shoto Todoroki steps into the hotel room, his duffel bag slung casually over his shoulder.

The air feels cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the day spent at I-Island. He pauses at the door, glancing around the room, before his eyes settle on the bed.

There’s only one.

You follow him in, your steps halting as you notice it too. A single bed. You let out a dramatic sigh, turning toward him with a feigned look of panic.

“O-Oh there is only one bed..”

Shoto’s gaze flickers to the bed, then to you. He doesn’t look surprised, not at all. Instead, his lips curve into a barely-there smile, one you know means something far more than he’s willing to let on.

“I guess we’ll have to make do,” he says softly, his voice quiet, but there’s an undeniable warmth in it.

You raise an eyebrow, feeling the playful tension in the air. “You knew it was a single bed, didn’t you?”

Shoto shifts slightly, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment too long. There’s a flicker of something in his expression an unreadable look that you’ve come to recognize as him trying to keep his cool.

“I… may have requested it this way,” he admits, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Your breath catches in your throat as realization hits. He’d planned this. Shoto Todoroki, the stoic, composed hero, had planned this entire situation for you. You look at him, your heart fluttering as you take a small step toward him. “You wanted this…?”

His lips press together, and for a moment, he looks as though he’s wrestling with his words.

You can feel the air between you shift, the tension hanging thick, and you can’t help but smile softly.

There’s something about him being so open with you, about him showing you this side of him that he keeps so carefully hidden from the world.

“Comfortable, huh?” you murmur, your voice low, teasing. You move to the bed, sitting down slowly, trying to gauge his reaction. “Well, I guess we don’t have much of a choice.”

Shoto watches you, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—they betray him.

His gaze is intense, focused on you in a way that makes your pulse quicken.

Slowly, he moves to the other side of the bed and sits down, his body stiff, as if he’s still unsure of how to navigate this closeness.

The room feels impossibly small now, the space between you two charged with an electricity neither of you is willing to name.

Shoto lies back first, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling, but the rest of him remains aware of you, every subtle movement, every shift in your breathing.

You turn to face him, the softest smile curling at the corners of your lips.

You can feel the pull of his presence, the way the quiet hum of the room only makes it easier to hear the beating of your hearts.

You reach over, just barely, and brush the tips of your fingers against his hand.

He stiffens at the touch, but only for a moment before he relaxes, his fingers gently brushing against yours, as though giving you permission.

Slowly, he turns his head to face you, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light.

There’s something raw, something unspoken, in that gaze. His breath comes just a little quicker.

“Are you… nervous?” you ask softly, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Shoto smiles, a rare, almost shy smile that makes your heart leap. He shakes his head, but his voice cracks, just slightly, when he speaks.

“I’m not nervous,” he says, but the lie feels more like a confession than an actual denial.

You laugh softly, the sound filling the space between you. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

He doesn’t respond right away, but the corner of his lips quirks up into something more real now.

“Maybe,” he admits quietly, but then he reaches for your hand fully, his fingers curling around yours, pulling you closer in a way that makes your breath catch.

He doesn’t say anything more, but the look in his eyes—so full of warmth, so full of something that you can’t quite name, says everything.

The room feels smaller, but in the best possible way.

And in that moment, all you need is the soft touch of his hand and the unspoken promise that this night, this moment, is just for the two of you.

[ttodorokiii]

idk if requests are open or not...or if you do bakugo requests but imagine a yandere bakugo who’s possessive and all that with an ALSO somewhat yandere s/o who’s obsessive and see’s him as some kind of god?? i just keep imagining at the sports festival when he’s like ‘i’m gonna win’ and everyone’s booing him and then you have y/n cheering her heart out bc yes you are gonna win you’re so perfect wow i can’t believe the god/dess’s blessed our planet with you, you are superior in every way sir- both of them getting jealous over others being near their darling and whenever bakugo gives his divine attention to y/n she’s like ‘oh my god i’m blessed’ and her attention on him (which is..always on him- and vice versa) has him blushing and acting annoyed when rly he loves it like ugh 😔 i need this

warnings: ôbsèssïve yn, yândèrè, fúnny, íntènsè, dárk.

note. I literally loved writing this. I love it. Thank you so much for this request.

•••

At the sports festival, Bakugo stands at the starting line, looking like he’s about to blow up the entire arena…

literally and figuratively.

His eyes burn with the intensity of a thousand suns as he gets ready to race, hands clenched in determination.

The crowd boos, but it’s like white noise to him. He’s going to win. Of course, he is. He’s Bakugo Katsuki. Nothing else matters.

But you?

Oh, you’re practically vibrating with excitement on the sidelines, practically frothing at the mouth.

Your cheer is so loud and filled with worship, it’s borderline terrifying.

“HE’S GONNA WIN! OF COURSE, HE IS! YOU’RE A GOD, KATSUKI! A GOD! LOOK AT HIM, PEOPLE, THIS IS THE MOST PERFECT BEING TO EVER EXIST! WE’RE NOT WORTHY!”

You wave a sign with his face on it, glowing with pride and a ridiculous amount of adoration.

Bakugo glances over at you, and his breath catches for a split second.

Your eyes are sparkling with what can only be described as sheer, undying devotion. It’s like you’ve blessed him with your attention, and no one else exists.

His jaw tightens, but then the corner of his mouth twitches. “Ugh, stop looking at me like that,” he growls, as if his heart isn’t doing flips in his chest.

He loves it.

•••

Meanwhile, your eyes are glued to him. You don’t even notice when someone else tries to talk to you, too busy basking in his glory. You’re like a shrine worshipper.

“Oh my God, how did we get so lucky? I’m literally in the presence of a God. I can’t believe I get to watch this legend race. I’m going to tell my grandchildren about this moment.”

You say it with the seriousness of someone giving a eulogy, because honestly? This moment could be the the highlight of your life.

Bakugo, trying to ignore the fact that you just called him a God, again, barks at the crowd.

“I’m gonna win! And if any of you doubt me, I’ll—;” but he doesn’t get to finish his threat because someone else has the audacity to look at you.

That’s it.

That’s the last straw. Bakugo’s fists curl, and his eyes turn into fiery lasers aimed straight at the innocent bystander who dared get too close to his possession—you.

His face scrunches up like he just tasted something gross.

“Get the hell away from my girl, asshole,” he snaps, voice dripping with territorial possessiveness. You, however, are too busy watching him in awe to even notice what’s happening.

“Bakugo,” you whisper under your breath, your voice reverent.

“You’re so perfect. I can’t even look at anyone else. You’re my entire world. How did I get so blessed? You’re so strong, so capable, just… ugh. My heart can’t handle it. I’m about to burst.”

Bakugo looks over at you, his usual scowl melting just a little. He hates to admit it, but he loves that you’re obsessed with him. Really loves it.

The way you practically glow with admiration? It’s like a drug he can’t get enough of. His chest puffs up in pride, he is the best… and it’s clear he’s getting a huge kick out of the fact that you can’t look at anyone else. Not even for a second.

And then, as the race starts, Bakugo takes off like a rocket. The crowd boos again, but you’re too busy screaming his name like you’ve seen a miracle.

“THAT’S MY GOD! THAT’S MY GOD, LOOK AT HIM GO! HE’S GOING TO DESTROY EVERYONE! HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS!”

You’re a little unhinged, but Bakugo doesn’t mind it. He might even like it a little more than he’s willing to admit.

When he crosses the finish line in first place, you practically fall over yourself rushing to him. Your arms fling around him like he’s the last lifeboat on the Titanic, and you’re about to drown without him.

“YOU DID IT! I KNEW YOU COULD! YOU’RE A GOD, KATSUKI! A GOD! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”

You are so embarrassing, but he’s having so much fun.

Bakugo stands there, smirking, trying to act like he doesn’t have the faintest blush on his cheeks from your endless worship. “Yeah, of course I did. What did you expect? I’m the best.”

But there’s a small, almost shy glance from him as he ruffles your hair. “Just don’t go overboard with the whole ‘god’ thing, alright? It’s not like I’m invincible or anything.”

“You are, though,” you respond, dead serious.

“You can do no wrong. You just don’t understand, Katsuki. We’re all lucky to breathe the same air as you.”

Bakugo looks away, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Shut up.” But the blush creeping up his neck is undeniable.

[ttodorokiii]

hello!! i noticed that you said you lived writing angst, but i dont think you have any angst requests yet??

how about one where shoto and the reader are dating, but the reader is slowly falling out of love with him. he notices this but chooses to ignore it, trying to be a better boyfriend so reader can love him again. your choice whether to make it yan!shoto or not :D

or

shoto and the reader were dating, but broke up because the reader couldn't handle the hate they got from shoto's family (mainly enji). reader is friends with the bakugous and shoto sees them spending time with katsuki and his parents. just general angst aaaa shoto losing the only person who made him happy just because of something he couldnt control :(

note. Kind of wrote the second option. because it seemed more fun, but I hope you don’t mind.

warnings. yándèrè, yándèrè shótó, èx bf shötö, àngst and lóngíng.

•••

Shoto spots you before you see him.

It’s a crowded street in Musutafu, full with energy as people go about their day.

The chill of winter hangs in the air, snowflakes melting the moment they hit the pavement.

Shoto wasn’t supposed to be here.

He was just passing by, drawn by some meaningless errand to occupy the hollow ache in his chest. But then he sees you.

You’re standing outside a small café, bundled up in a scarf he recognizes. It’s the one he bought you last winter, the memory of your laughter as he wrapped it around you still haunting his mind.

But you’re not alone.

Katsuki Bakugou stands beside you, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, that ever-present scowl softened by what can only be described as… comfort.

He’s speaking to you, gesturing sharply as you laugh, and Shoto’s stomach twists when he sees the way your eyes light up at whatever Katsuki just said.

And then there’s Mitsuki Bakugou, Katsuki’s mother, emerging from the café with a tray of drinks.

She nudges Katsuki out of the way and hands you a cup, her face breaking into a grin as she throws an arm over your shoulders.

Shoto feels like he’s watching a scene he doesn’t belong in—a family outing, the kind you used to beg him for, the kind his family could never give you.

His breath comes out ragged as he steps back, instinct telling him to leave before you see him, before you shatter what little is left of him.

But he can’t move. His feet feel glued to the ground, his body frozen as he watches the way Mitsuki’s warmth makes you relax, how Katsuki’s father, joins in with a quiet chuckle, handing Katsuki his drink.

It’s too much.

Shoto’s heart thunders in his chest, and he feels the familiar burn of his quirk threatening to spiral out of control.

His hands curl into fists at his sides, and he forces himself to breathe, to focus, to stop himself from doing something reckless.

But the sight of you so happy, so at ease, without him, is unbearable.

He can’t look away.

It should be him. It was him. You were his light, his salvation in a life plagued by shadows.

You were the only one who could make him smile without trying, the only one who made him believe he could be more than his father’s weapon.

But now, you’re here, standing with another family, looking like you belong in a way you never could with him.

Shoto’s mind reels, the weight of his loss sinking deeper into his chest. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. He tried—he tried to protect you from his family’s suffocating hatred, from his father’s venomous words, from everything that poisoned his life..

His jaw clenches as Katsuki says something that makes you laugh again, and it’s the kind of laugh that used to be his. The kind of laugh that made him feel alive.

Shoto steps forward without thinking, his mismatched eyes locked on you, his desperation clawing at his chest.

But then he stops.

What could he say? What could he do? Beg you to come back? Apologize for the scars his family left on your heart? Promise you that things will be different, even though you both know they won’t?

He can feel the heat rising in his veins, his right side instinctively flaring as if to burn away the helplessness choking him. He closes his eyes, trying to steady himself, but all he can see is you—

Your smile, your laugh once belonged to him..

Shoto turns away, his heart pounding in his chest as he forces himself to walk in the opposite direction.

Each step feels like a knife twisting deeper into his soul, but he keeps going, because staying would mean breaking apart completely.

And yet, even as he leaves, he knows he can’t let go. You were his happiness, his reason for trying to be better, his only escape from the suffocating weight of his family.

Without you, he’s drowning, and the thought of you finding solace in someone else—

Katsuki of all people….

makes his blood boil with a toxic mix of jealousy and despair.

Shoto clenches his fists as he disappears into the crowd, the image of your smile burned into his memory like a scar he’ll carry forever.

You may have left him, but he’ll never let you go. You’re his, whether you realize it or not.

[ttodorokiii]

prompt "I'll kill them all. For you." with Shoto and a darling who gets jealous because he has a lot of admirers?

You watch from a distance, your heart tightening as you see the crowd of admirers surrounding Shoto.

You get it, he’s a Todoroki..

He is born to be famous but you still feel a burn of jealousy inside your heart.

The way they gaze at him, their eyes full of admiration, makes something dark stir inside you.

It’s not that you don’t trust him—it’s just the way they look at him, so openly, so passionately, that makes the jealousy you try so hard to suppress bubble to the surface. You can’t help it. The possessiveness stings.

Shoto, ever composed, doesn’t seem to notice the attention they’re lavishing on him.

He stands there, a cool mask on his face, his eyes scanning the room, though you know his thoughts are always with you.

•••

But then, as if sensing your discomfort, he turns his head in your direction.

His gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, everything around you fades.

His eyes are piercing, yet filled with an unwavering certainty, as though the entire world could fall apart, and he’d still only have eyes for you.

He steps forward, walking slowly through the crowd, the eyes of his admirers not even fazing him as he moves.

His steps are steady, his presence commanding, and all you can do is watch him draw closer, a storm of emotions swirling within you.

Finally, when he’s close enough to you, he stops. His gaze doesn’t leave yours, his expression serious, intense.

The others have faded into the background in his mind, as if they were never there at all.

“I’ll kill them all,” he says softly, his voice low but steady, “for you.”

You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest.

The words are chilling, yet there’s an undeniable protectiveness behind them that sends a shiver down your spine.

His eyes burn with a promise— one that he intends to keep, no matter the cost.

You want to say something, to push the thoughts of jealousy away, but the way he looks at you, so fierce and loyal, silences every rational thought in your head.

You feel the weight of his words, and for a brief moment, the jealousy fades into the background.

He’s yours. And you’re his. No one else matters.

His hand reaches out, cupping your face gently, the coldness of his skin a stark contrast to the warmth spreading through your chest.

“No one touches what’s mine,” he adds, his voice quiet, but so certain it leaves no room for doubt.

You’re not sure whether it’s his words or his actions that have the greatest effect on you, but you know one thing for sure..

no one else will ever be able to claim him, not when he’s made it so clear how far he’s willing to go for you.

And in that moment, despite the jealousy that still lingers in your chest, you can’t help but feel something else: a deep,

undeniable sense of security.

[ttodorokiii]

"shouto cries when jealous, hurts himself" ooo can we have a oneshot of this 😳 reader is really naive + sweet and will do literally anything to make him feel better

warnings: yándèrè, sèlf h-rm, mánípúlátíòn.

•••

Shouto watches from the corner of the room, his eyes flickering between you and the person you’re talking to. The conversation is light, your laughter soft and sweet, but it eats at him.

A sharp jealousy tugs at his heart strings and he feels like his head will burst. He feels like he wants to kill that person you are talking to.

His heart pounds, and the feelings overwhelm him. His hands tremble, fists clenching at his sides. It’s too much—too much to watch.

He can’t bear the sight of you looking at someone else, of you laughing with them. His breath hitches as he stands up, his body stiffening as he turns toward the door.

“Shouto?” you ask, your voice sweet but full of concern as you notice him moving away.

But it’s too late.

The tears are already welling in his eyes, burning in the corners of his vision. He doesn’t want to cry, doesn’t want to show you how weak he is. But he can’t hold it back. His chest aches with a fierce, possessive pain, and the emotions burst out in shaky sobs.

“Shouto…” You approach him carefully, not understanding what’s happening but instinctively knowing he’s in pain. You reach out for him, but he flinches away, the rejection sharp in your chest.

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong,” he whispers, his voice strained and raw. “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

You blink, the words hitting you harder than you expected. “You’re not going to lose me,” you say, taking his wrist gently in your hand, but he pulls away again, his face twisting in discomfort.

Then you see it—the mark on his wrist. Faint but still there, a bruise from where he must have hurt himself, the telltale sign of his inner turmoil. Your heart clenches, your mind racing.

“Shouto,” you whisper, your voice shaking. “You hurt yourself?”

His breath hitches, and before you can respond, he collapses into your arms, the sobs breaking free.

He’s so desperate so needy and so unstable but he needs you to make him feel alive and he needs to know that you’re here or he will do something that he will regret.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, his voice small, cracked. “I didn’t want to feel like this… I didn’t want to hurt you, but I couldn’t stop.”

You stroke his back, your own chest tight with emotion. You don’t fully understand, but you can see the desperation in his eyes, the overwhelming need to keep you close. You’re not just his…

He needs you to be his. Only his.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmur, pressing soft kisses to his hair. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, Shouto. I’ll always be here.”

His body shudders in your arms, and his grip tightens around you as if you might vanish if he lets go. His voice trembles when he speaks again, a faint pleading in his tone.

“Promise… promise you’ll never leave me. Promise I’m yours, only yours.”

You blink at the intensity in his voice, the raw need in it. You’ve never seen him like this—.

vulnerable, broken, desperate. And it’s then that you realize, just how much control he has over his emotions. How much he needs you.

“Because just remember that I have a knife in my pocket all the time and if you ever try to leave me, I’ll kill my fucking self.”

“I promise,” you say softly, holding him even closer, feeling the steady pulse of his heartbeat against your chest. “I’ll never leave you, Shouto. You’re mine, too.”

A small, broken sob escapes his lips as he pulls back, his eyes red and wet, but there’s a flicker of relief in them.

He’s finally calmed, but the possessiveness in his gaze never fully fades. He needs you. And you know, deep down, that there’s nothing you can do to change that.

“I won’t let anyone else have you,” he mutters, his grip on you tightening once more.

And you can only nod, knowing you’ve promised to stay, but also understanding that, with Shouto, promises are never just words.

[ttodorokiii]

Hi! I saw that you take requests?? If it’s possible could you please write a Yandere Shoto x reader where the reader has a nightmare and Shoto comforts him/her? Of course if you don’t want to or are super busy then that’s a-ok!

warnings: n-ghtmárès, yândêrè, sóft

note. I used the they them pronounces for this because u didn’t specify. But I do mainly write for females and feel free to send me more requests because it’s fun to write these kinds of things.

•••

It’s late at night, and the room is quiet, Yn tosses and turns under the covers, their face scrunched up in fear. Their breaths come quick and shallow as the nightmare pulls them deeper into its grasp.

Shoto Todoroki stirs from his sleep beside them. His eyes flutter open, immediately focusing on Yn.

Their muffled whimpers and restless movements catch his attention, and a soft frown tugs at his lips. He reaches out a hand, gently shaking their shoulder.

“Yn, wake up,” Shoto says quietly, his voice calm but firm. He doesn’t like seeing them like this. Something about the way their face twists in fear makes his chest tighten.

Yn jolts awake with a sharp gasp, their eyes wide and filled with panic.

For a moment, they don’t seem to realize where they are. Their chest heaves as they try to catch their breath.

“It’s okay,” Shoto whispers, his hand still resting on their shoulder. “You’re safe. It was just a dream.”

The sound of his voice pulls yn back to reality. Their eyes meet his, and the fear starts to fade. They nod shakily, brushing a hand over their face. “It felt so real,” they murmur, their voice trembling.

Shoto’s gaze softens, and he shifts closer, wrapping an arm around them.

His grip is gentle but firm, like he’s afraid they might slip away if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. “I won’t let anything hurt you,” he says, his tone steady. “I’ll protect you. Always.”

And he means it.

There’s something intense in the way he says it, but Yn doesn’t notice.

They lean into him, finding comfort in his warmth. Shoto presses his lips to the top of their head, his fingers tracing small circles on their back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks after a moment, his voice quieter now.

Yn shakes their head. “No… I just… I don’t want to think about it.”

“Alright,” Shoto says, his hand moving to brush a stray hair out of their face.

“Then don’t think about it. Just focus on me.”

He holds them a little tighter, his eyes watching their every move. Yn doesn’t see the way his jaw clenches or the faint glint of possessiveness in his gaze. All they feel is his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“Try to sleep,” Shoto murmurs. “I’ll be here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

As Yn starts to relax, their eyes fluttering closed again, Shoto stays awake. His arms don’t leave their body, and his gaze never wavers. In his mind, no onenot even a nightmare has the right to scare them like this.

They belong to him, and he’ll make sure they’re safe. No matter what.

[ttodorokiii]

hi again! im the anon who requested the yan dragon king bakugou, if its ok ,, can you make the reader really nice, soft, and super trusting??? like when he kidnapped them, sure they cried a lot but they eventually got used to life with him and didn't even need punishments to behave! i feel like thats a really good contrast with his personality!!

warnings: flüff, fïèry bákúgó, cütè.

•••

The first few days are rough. You cry a lot. It’s terrifying, being taken away, not knowing what’s happening or why. But slowly, you start to notice the little things. How he makes sure you have food. How he never lets you go hungry, even if he’s gruff about it. His anger still flares, but somehow, it’s like you know it’s not aimed at you.

•••

One evening, you ask, “Are you hungry? I can make something for you.” Hoping that he would respond to you.

Bakugou looks up, narrowing his eyes. “I’m fine, idiot. Quit trying to be all sweet.”

You frown, a little hurt, but then you remember, that’s just him. You don’t take it personally. “Alright, but if you get hungry, I’ll be here.”

He grunts and looks away. But the next day, he hands you a cup of water without a word. You’re starting to realize that the more you talk to him like this, the more you can feel him soften, even if he doesn’t admit it.

You keep trying. It’s strange, but you can tell he’s not as angry all the time. Sure, he still yells a lot, but it’s not like before.

You realize that his anger is just a part of him.

It’s like the yelling is just his way of getting out whatever’s on his mind, and somehow, you’ve stopped being afraid of it.

•••

Then again, One day, you say, “You’re not as mad as you used to be.”

His eyes widen for a split second, but then he scoffs, “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not mad. I’m just pissed off.”

You smile. “That’s what I said.”

He shoots you a glare, but it’s different now. It’s not as fierce as it used to be. “You’re lucky I don’t throw you out, brat.”

You laugh, not afraid. “I’m lucky? You wouldn’t last without me.”

He huffs, turning away. “Tch. Whatever.”

You feel more comfortable around him now. He’s still got that temper, that explosive edge. But you’ve figured him out. You’ve learned when to stay quiet, when to talk, and when to just be there. Like when he’s pacing around, angry, and you can tell it’s not your fault. You just sit quietly and wait until he calms down.

•••

Another day, you ask, “Can we go outside today?”

Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “Are you crazy? You’re gonna run away or something?”

“No,” you say quickly, “I just want to feel the sun for a bit. Please?” His red eyes narrow

He stares at you for a moment, then lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But you better not get any funny ideas, you hear me?”

You smile, relieved. “I won’t.”

You step outside, breathing in the fresh air, and Bakugou follows behind you, arms crossed, but not saying anything. The quiet feels different now. You don’t need him to yell, don’t need him to say anything at all. You’re starting to trust that he won’t hurt you.

You’ve figured out his mood swings. You know when to talk and when to stay silent.

“Thanks,” you say softly, looking up at the sky.

He grumbles, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “You’re annoying, you know that?”

You laugh, but there’s no fear in it. “Yeah, I know.”

And for the first time, it doesn’t feel like he’s just tolerating you. It feels like something more. Maybe, just maybe, things are starting to change.

He maybe a fiery dragon, but you know that deep down he’s soft bunny, but you don’t have to say it in his face he might snarl at you, but…

You both are getting somewhere.

[ttodorokiii]

hiii i hope you're having a great day!!! i was wondering if i could request yandere dragon king bakugou who kidnaps the reader? thank you so much in advance!

warnings. yândèrè, kïdnáppíng, óbsèssïón.

note. Thank you so much for your request. I hope you have a great day as well.

•••

You don’t remember how it happens. One moment, you’re walking through the forest, the next, you’re trapped. The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and sulfur.

You look around, your heart racing in your chest as your eyes fall on the towering figure before you: the Dragon King.

Bakugou stands there, his crimson wings unfurled like the wings of some ancient, malevolent force. His hair crackles with static, sparks flying off his spiky locks as if they were caught in an eternal storm.

His golden eyes burn with an intensity that makes your throat tighten—fierce, unrelenting, and full of something that feels like rage, but worse. Much worse.

“You thought you could run?” His voice is a low growl, guttural and raw. It shakes the very walls of the stone chamber. His body radiates heat, the air around him shimmering like it’s about to ignite. “You really thought you’d get away from me, huh? You belong to me now, and I don’t share.”

His gaze locks onto you with such possessiveness, it almost feels like he’s stripping you bare. His feet move toward you with predatory grace, every step heavy with that dangerous, fiery promise.

“You don’t get to decide,” Bakugou sneers, pulling you roughly toward him.

His lips curl in a cruel smirk, his golden eyes blazing with something dark, something obsessive. “I decide. And you’re mine now. You’re gonna learn that. You’ll learn to beg for me, just like everyone else.”

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, pulling you closer until your bodies are nearly flush. The heat from his body is suffocating,

almost like standing too close to a furnace. His breath is hot against your ear as he growls, his voice laced with something possessive, something dangerously unhinged.

“You think you can just wander around and leave me behind? No, you’re gonna be mine—whether you like it or not,” he hisses, his lips brushing against your neck, sending an involuntary shiver through your spine. The sound of his growl vibrates deep in your chest, a sound that promises pain if you defy him.

He grips your chin, forcing you to look up into those burning eyes. His other hand moves to your waist, holding you so tight you can’t move, can’t escape.

“You’ll never get away from me, not again,” he says, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. “I’ll make you love me. You’ll beg for me, just like I told you.”

You feel his other hand slide dangerously down your back, fingers trailing along your skin like he’s marking you, staking his claim. His breath is hot against your cheek, and you can feel the fire of his rage searing into your skin.

There’s no escape. He won’t let you leave. And deep down, you know you’re already trapped, tangled in the web of his obsession.

“I’m not letting you go,” he growls again, and this time, you hear the promise of destruction in his voice—he means it. “You belong to me now. Forever.”

You are so fucked.

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aaa soft yan!shouto with a yaoyorozu!reader ‼️ reader likes him back but tries to stop him from courting them because they knew momo liked him ;(

warnings: yándèrè, guílt, mánípùlátíòn, íntènsè.

note. LOLLL HI GUYS. Enjoy this if you can I’ll try to be more active here!!!!

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You have always known how much your older sister, Momo, cares for Shouto.

You love your sister so much and you could never come between him and her…

But now, as you stand in the quiet corner of the living room, watching Shouto talk to Momohis attention never fully on her, but drawn toward you with an intensity you’ve never seen before the weight of what’s happening presses down on you like a crushing weight.

You like him too. You feel it in the way your heart races when he’s near, the flutter in your chest when his monochromatic eyes catch yours. It’s always been subtle at first, just a passing thought that you pushed aside, thinking it was nothing. But it’s undeniable now. He looks at you like he sees no one else. Like you’re the only one that matters.

And it terrifies you.

Because you know. You know that Momo has feelings for him,

feelings that have never been confessed but are still there, hidden beneath the surface. You know what it would do to her if she found out. And you can’t—no, you won’t—be the one to destroy her heart.

So, you try. You try with every ounce of willpower you have to push Shouto away. When he gets too close,

you step back. When he smiles at you, you turn your gaze elsewhere. You refuse to let your feelings show, afraid that the moment they do, it will ruin everything.

“YN,” he says your name with such quiet affection that your breath hitches. You look up at him, and your heart does a strange, painful twist. He’s standing too close again. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Your stomach churns at the thought of what he might say. But it’s more than just that.

It’s his presence, his gaze, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It’s suffocating. It makes you feel trapped, like there’s nowhere to hide.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but…” He pauses, his expression softening, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart skips, but your mind races. “Shouto…” You bite your lip, your thoughts frantic. You can’t let this go any further. Momo can’t know.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, trying to steady your voice. “I can’t—It’s not right. You… you shouldn’t be thinking like that. Momo she, she likes you, Shouto. You should be with her.”

He watches you, and for a long moment, you swear his eyes darken,

like the cool blue has melted into something dangerous. But when he speaks again, his voice is gentle, almost soothing.

“Momo’s feelings don’t matter,” he says, his voice low, a hint of something darker behind it. “Not compared to what I feel for you.”

How dare he say that?

You feel a chill run down your spine as he takes a slow step closer. There’s a possessiveness in his tone now, something you hadn’t heard before. It’s like a whisper in the back of your mind, a warning. He doesn’t care about Momo. He cares about you.

“I know you’re trying to protect her,” he continues, his voice almost too soft. “But I’m not going to stop, YN. I won’t let you push me away. You’re mine.”

The words hit you like a shockwave, and your breath catches in your throat. There’s something in his eyes, something that has shifted—he’s not just the quiet, kind Shouto you once admired from afar. He’s something darker now. Something possessive.

“I know you’re scared. But I’ll make sure you’re never alone again,” he adds, the promise in his tone unsettling, like it’s something he’s determined to fulfill no matter the cost.

You take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. “No, Shouto. You don’t understand. Momo, she’s my sister. She loves you. You can’t just—”

“I don’t care about that,” he interrupts, stepping closer again, his presence suffocating. “You’re the one I want. And I’ll make sure you know that, YN.”

He cuts you off, you don’t know how to make him understand someone like him could never understand…

You can barely breathe as he stands in front of you now, his body close enough that you can feel the heat of him,

Your mind is racing, torn between the love you feel for Shouto and the guilt that gnaws at you for betraying Momo. You can’t do this to her. You can’t.

But his eyes—those eyes—are burning into you now, and the way he looks at you makes it feel like there’s no way out. It’s like he’s inside your mind, pulling at all your insecurities, your fears, your desires, until there’s nothing left but him.

“I’m not going to stop, YN. Don’t fight me,” he says softly, his voice almost a whisper, and you shiver. The way he says your name, it’s a declaration. A promise.

You want to push him away. You want to scream at him to stop. You want to protect Momo, to keep the fragile peace between the two of you intact. But you can’t.

You can’t fight him, not when he’s looking at you like this. Not when he’s making it clear that he won’t let you go.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I can’t be the reason she’s in pain.”

But Shouto just looks at you, his expression unreadable, and says one thing, his voice as cold as ice yet burning with something else.

“She’ll get over it. You’re mine now.”

And it’s in that moment you realize,

the longer you resist, the deeper his obsession grows. He’s not going to let you go. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to protect Momo, Shouto’s not going to stop.

And you wonder, with a sinking heart, if you’ve already lost.

[ttodorokiii]

happy 20th birthday to me 💜

[ttodorokiii]

MEGAN MENTIONED GOJO AND YUJI ON HER LATEST SONG.

[ttodorokiii]

Idk if you think about Hawks but I thought of a hilarious idea. He lets/makes you make him lunch/dinner or even breakfast…and you give him a big bowl of seeds/bird seed.

warnings: yândèrè, kïdnäppïng mêntïôn, bïrd fôôd.

Keigo cannot believe this.

Now he gets that you hate him, he hasn’t exactly done anything for you to love him but— seriously, what the fuck? He watches you look at him with emotionless eyes as you try to get away after putting the bowl on the table.

But he calls out your name and you stop. “Yn what is this?” now you see he is genuinely confused, because why would you give him this kind of food?

One of the reasons he fell for you was the fact that you’re actually a great cook, and he used to watch you cook all the time when he was creeping up on you before, you know…

But he doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry or get angry, but it’s a mix of all of those emotions in his mind right now. “Yn… I am hungry and this is what I get?”

He is a pro hero and his diet has to be really sophisticated and proper, but if any one of his friends or colleagues, saw this, they would laugh in his face.

Even he is laughing at himself deep down.

You took his hero name quite, literally.

“What? This is what hawks eat.” Your explanation is equally weird as the food, and he cocks one of his eyebrow, he’s not sure if you’re joking or just taking a revenge on him for kidnapping you.

“Uh..” keigo is frankly speechless, he bites his lower lip as he stares at the bird food, like literal bird food.

You’re cute do you know that?

“Okay fine you know what? I’m going to eat this.”

He looks at you with his golden orbs before he grabs a spoon, and digs in directly. The seeds are quite crunchy, and frankly, very tasteless

But he wants you to get speechless as well, he can be quite competitive and petty as well. “Mhmm~”

He moans out, his mouth forming an O shape, he eats, and eats and eats, he’s sure he’s gonna have the worst tummyache at patrolling tonight, but.. at least he can see you smiling from the corner of his eyes.

“this is actually delicious. You can give this to me every weekend.”

He’s joking please don’t take it seriously

“yn… this is so thoughtful of you… that’s why I think you’re my soulmate and we’re going to be together forever.” He winks, munching on the seeds.

And now it’s your turn, you’re looking at him like he’s grown two heads, you’re visibly disgusted. He smirks. “do you wanna join me? I mean I don’t mind sharing.”

He winks, before you’re running away into the bedroom. And you can hear his loud sound of laughter.

[ttodorokiii]

love you 💐

LOVE YOU MORE xx

[ttodorokiii]

Love the new PFP!!!

aw tysm ikr, God, I’m in love w shouto…. yikes.

[ttodorokiii]

Yo... Your writing is scrumptious.

That is all.

i love you. 😞💕

[ttodorokiii]

The taste on your tongue (m)

synopsis. he’s a possessive person, you should know better.

the request: Hi hiii!! Your works are so interesting t read! I badly wanna read about Bakugo watching Y/N play valorant or any games similar to valorant with their friends and he hears you say "hey, (friend name) if you clutch, I'll suck your dick!" But Y/n only said it as a joke and then their friend actually clutched and she bursted out laughing along with her friends but after that, Bakugo forces you suck his own cock until he cums, telling you that she should say that to him and him only before he also fucks her stupid

warnings: possessive!bakugou, crude language, slut-shaming, degradation, oral sex (m!receiving), kissing, biting, mentions of blood, dom!bakugou, mentions of moaning, he’s such a dirty talker damn. mdni.

note. send asks? ENJOY, not edited. ❤️❤️

Maybe you shouldn’t have pissed him off so much.

Bakugou was a jealous man, he was territorial with you, but you’d never thought that a joke would get him so mad.

“Fuck! Your slutty little mouth is a sin of its own!”

He growls, your eyes are filled with hot tears, you can’t see him clearly, your knees hurt but he’s merciless. He is shoving it deeper into your throat and you can’t do anything but to swallow.

The air supply is short, “you only suck my dick!” He is being so cruel to you right now.

All you did was joke about sucking your friend off, while you now get was inappropriate, especially if you have a boyfriend, a very possessive boyfriend.

Bakugou loves you, very fucking much.

But he doesn’t get jokes, you love him very much too, he’s the only man you’ll ever love. you both have very opposite personalities.

But there is one big similarity between the two of you.

You both don’t watch your mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so fuckin’ good, I-I’m gonna cum..” he moans, you inhale a sharp breath, your jaw hurts, but he feels so good.

You want to make it up to him.

“Fuck fuck fuck… ‘m so close, make me cum yn.” Bakugou buries your face deeper into his crotch, by grabbing your hair and forcing it.

“My fuckin whore. Only mine.” He glance up at him, your hair is mess, your mouth is a mess and you can feel him shaking now, he’s turning into a mess too.

And you’re ready to take it.

All of him.

“Your fuckin’ pretty mouth is mine to fuck as I wish! Fuckin’ mine,” you can feel him bucking his hips, he’s close.

You feel close too.

‘M gonna fuck your mouth full, you wan’it baby don’t’ya?” Bakugous tone is sickly sweet, “mhmm..” you barely reply.

“My good ba-baby fuck take it all.”

You feel him spilling all over your face, you swallow like a good girl, you want him to forgive you and you’ll do anything.

“Ye-Yeah babe, jus’like that, fuck….” He exhales a loud moan, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Bakugou immediately picks your body up, grabbing your face by force and kissing you fiercely, his tongue is exploring every inch of your mouth.

“‘love you so much.” He moans once again into your lips, tasting himself.

“That’s the only taste that should be in your mouth.” He licks your lip and his teeth graze your lips, he bites it hard, you whine as the pain is too strong.

“How fuckin dare you say that to him?” He stops kissing you, you cry out as you watch a string of blood connecting your lips, his hands don’t give you a break though, travelling into your panties as he grabs and cups,

His fingers are cold on your burning core, your breath hitches when you feel him tease you, “he can’t fuck you though right, princess?”

“Y-Yes, katsu!” You bite the inside of your cheek, he’s such a tease.

“now I’m gonna fuck your brains out until the name you remember is mine.”

[ttodorokiii]

My dude yandere kirishima was brilliant! Gotta love that horndog 😂

HAHA 😭😭