Soft Yanderes Protecting An Obsession Who Thinks Yanderes Are Hot (Scenario/Drabble)
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto, and Kirishima Eijirou.
Scenario:You had been minding your own business after school had just gotten out, on your way to find your boyfriend. You had only been dating for a few days but they had been paradise for you. But everything has to end apparently, as one of your bullies approached. They began their usual taunting, insulting your appearance and taunting you with jabs about your personality. Before you could respond, your boyfriend appeared, furious.
Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou had never been more pissed, he knew he should have gotten rid of that scumbag, seems his last verbal threat hadn’t been enough for this shithead. He wasted no time, grabbing the person by the neck and slamming them into the wall of the school. Eyes, red and full of fire as he snarled.
Your bully gasped, desperately trying to speak, but Bakugou’s hold on their neck made it hard for them to even breathe.
“Fucking. Apologize.”
Letting go of their neck, Bakugou glared down at them, pure malice in his voice. The bully sputtered out an apology, still coughing and gasping back the air they had been denied of.
“You ever talk to what’s mine again…” Bakugou grabbed them by the hair, making sure they stared straight into his eyes. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
With that Bakugou let go of him, turning to you as the bully ran. Blood running cold when he realized who had seen everything he had just done.
This was it. He fucked up. You thought he was a monster. You were going to leave him-
“-suki?”
Bakugou was snapped out of his panic by your soothing voice, staring at you, heart ready to stop.
You stared at Bakugou, face slightly flushed. “Thank you…”
Wait, what? You weren’t angry? Afraid? Bakugou’s body deflated, relief taking all the tension out of his body at once.
“You’re not scared or some shit?” You shook your head, looking away as if embarrassed. Bakugou quickly closed the distance between the two of you. You looked at him the same way you did when he confessed, cheeks warm and eyes struggling to meet his. Fuck…
Bakugou couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted smirking and quickly closing the space between his and your lips. “You like how fuckin crazy am for you?”
The shy nod you gave sent him over the edge, him pressing himself flush against you as he captured your lips with his. Hands finding purchase gently holding your hair. This would make things so much easier…
tags ; dubcon, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, gaslighting, implied violence (not izuku towards reader), light nsfw, credit to bojack horseman for the opening line
please do not proceed if you are not comfortable with dark content
When you’re wearing rose-colored glasses, all of the red flags just look like flags.
You don’t remember where it is you heard that, but the truth of it stings under your skin like a fresh bruise.
For all intents and purposes, Izuku looks like the perfect boyfriend. He’s attentive, he remembers little details about you, he makes good on his promises and is unafraid to express his affection. You know now, better than anyone, how suffocating perfection can be.
In the early days, you were friends. He was awkward and eager in a way that was incredibly endearing to you. He’d stick his nose into things that didn’t involve him, but it was always for someone else’s benefit. You thought it was sweet how he cared so much about his friends, and when that bright beam of affection shone on you it felt like basking in summer sunshine (but just as easily as the sun can warm, it can burn).
In the years that followed, that enticing attention he gave you developed your friendship into a sweet courtship, nervous glances and sweaty palms giving way to thoughtful gestures and romantic dates. The way he managed to remember the smallest details about you made your stomach flip, and the way he always seemed to know what you needed to hear made your head spin. It was always so easy to get lost in the sweet things he said to you, to let his honeyed words soak into your skin and banish any doubt or worry from your mind. (He knows better than anyone that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, after all).
His sweet words gave way to passion– the first time he got to touch you, really feel you, it felt like he set your skin and your soul on fire. His hunger for you was overwhelming, his kisses stole the breath from your lungs and left you intoxicated, until you absolutely craved him. He worshiped you, praising you and placing you an impossibly high pedestal, so high you wondered if you could ever reach the ground again. Did it even matter? What could you want down there? He’d remind you in dulcet tones with his lips pressed to the delicate column of your throat that you were perfect in every way, perfect for him, no one deserved you. This high he provided was too good, too much to turn away from. To feel wanted so thoroughly was something others only ever imagined, but it was your reality. (Izuku’s love is limitless; his love is all-consuming).
