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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

•••

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.”

warnings: yándèrè, guílt, mánípùlátíòn, íntènsè.

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

•••

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.

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.”

That is all.

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.

HAHA 😭😭