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Trigger Warnings: NSFW 18+ Content. Dark Content. Yandere, manipulation, withholding of affection, cursing, Stockholm syndrome, nudity, rejection, etc.
The media was left with many unanswered questions that day. Katsuki stormed off the podium and into the building with his team right behind him. He can practically hear Leiko seething with each heavy footstep she takes beside him. Her heels seemed to echo the loudest amongst the shouting.
Once Katsuki and Leiko were in the elevator alone, Leiko decided to let him have it. Well, until Katsuki decided to go first.
“I can fucking hear you grinding your teeth.” Katsuki commented, keeping his focus locked on the pure golden doors.
“What the hell was that, Katsuki?” She spat, her arms in the air. “That was not on script at all! You went out there and really showed your ass. You have done more damage than good! You have absolutely no evidence if this girl is alive or not and you went and told the press she’s dead?”
Katsuki glared at her. “We had an issue. I fixed it. The press is going to spin this anyway they want to regardless of what I say and what I don’t. If anything, you,” he pokes her collarbone with his index finger, “should be thanking me for even doing the damn thing anyways.”
“Thanking you?” Leiko scoffed. The elevator doors open and Katsuki was the first to head straight to his office. Leiko waited to finish her lecture once his office doors shut behind them. If she dared raise her voice in front of her peers, she would be fired on the spot. She has seen it happen to others more than once.
Katsuki made himself comfortable in his office chair, overlooking reports that laid neatly on his desk. Leiko strolled over to him, not pleased with his lack of interest for their conversation.
“If anything, you made it worse, Katsuki.” Leiko sighed.
“Ha, worse? The girl is a lost cause. She probably ran away to start a new life or some shit. I have more important things to do than chase after a runaway,” he finally meets her eyes, still only giving some of his attention, “furthermore, I don’t get why the media is so upset about this. People go missing all the time.”
Leiko grabbed the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.
“No. You don’t understand. She specifically asked for our help and we didn’t give it to her. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Your injury in Tokyo didn’t help either. Lives were lost that day. This is hurting your career and guess what? If your career goes down, so does everyone else. Do you ever think of anyone but your damn self?”
“Are you calling me fucking selfish?” Katsuki snapped, clicking his tongue. His ego is getting the best of him once again. “Because if you want me to be selfish, I can show your ungrateful ass selfish.”
“No, I want you to find the missing girl and save your career, Katsuki.” Leiko corrected, placing her palms on his desk, “our career.”
Katsuki analyzed her tenseness. He knew she had a point, but will he ever admit that? Of course not. He is the CEO of this company. Leiko is employed by him. She doesn’t understand the full situation and she never will. He is keeping everyone safe this way.
“You are dismissed.” Katsuki states while flicking his hand. Leiko let out a deep exhale, following the boss’ orders.
Katsuki’s eyes traveled to the monitor screen that he usually observed you on. Pulling up the security footage, he let out a satisfied sigh to see you still sitting on the couch, bored and watching television.
“Such a good little girl.” He chuckled yet his rubies turned dark at the news article that popped up on the other monitor screen.
“Pro-Hero King Explosion Murder God Dynamite has confirmed the death of missing college student, Y/N Y/L/N.”
Katsuki proceeded to read the article, not pleased with the way they portrayed him and his hero abilities. He is more angry at the mentions of your name and picture. No one should be able to see you but him. He had to look away. He is getting angrier by the second.
“I don’t give a fuck what Leiko or anyone says. I do this for you, Y/N. No one in this cruel world can have you. No one.”
Katsuki came home late that night. Not that you cared, — at least that is what you tell yourself — but you were curious of his whereabouts. It was not like him to be off of routine. Katsuki usually lets you know in advance if there is a possibility of him being home late. Maybe to keep you in line? Or for you to get back in line before he arrived home.
Thoughts from past trauma lingered. Your stomach did flips. Your hatred for Katsuki has subsided temporarily so you can put on the act accordingly. If you are ever going to break free from the metaphorical chains Katsuki keeps around you, this is what you have to do.
The door unlocking sent shivers dancing down your spine. Do you want to run and hide? Yes. How could you not? Yet, your pupils are attracted to the door. As soon as he enters the home, his eyes travel straight to you then back to elsewhere. You could feel a pinch in your heart. Why isn’t he looking at you? Does he not want to see you? You want him to look at you. God, just look at you.
Wait, Y/N. You hate him, remember? This is all an act.
Right?
Honestly, Katsuki was a bit flustered by your words from earlier. He has already released his emotions from today’s press conference on some pesky villains. Now he has to deal with the other issues at hand.
Of course, he loves you. He may be insane in more ways than one, but he does hold some self awareness. He is putting his career on the line to keep you safe yet when he finally hears the three little words he dreamed of, his mind goes blank. He does not know how to handle someone feeling this emotion towards him. He was ready to forgive you and move forward in his own way. Now, he doesn’t want to even make eye contact with you.
Katsuki jogs up the stairs, placing his work equipment in their rightful place. He undressed himself into a pair of gray sweatpants and a black v-neck t-shirt. He contemplated going back downstairs or not. He needs to make you dinner and he does want to see you. He feels like he hasn’t seen you in decades. Though, he thought about ripping you to shreds for giving him a swarm of butterflies. He swore they migrated for the winter that settled between you two, but the words. Three simple words made them come back.
Why can’t he say it back? He can repeat it over and over again when you are knocked out cold. He loved it when you are silent, unconscious to hear his dark twisted thoughts. You are not there to push him away, play with his emotions, and make him feel like shit for being attracted to you. He can be his real self around you. Not the cold hearted bastard you make him be.
Katsuki walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen. He was a bit wired from the anxiety that settled within him as usual. He wondered why he did not hear the light taps of your feet make their way towards him. Where were the numerous questions about his day? Where was the running towards him for attention? You wanted it for days and now you don’t? Why are you rejecting him? Katsuki should show you a thing or two about what happens when he is rejected.
Sighing, Katsuki finished cooking the meal for you two to enjoy. Placing the Oyakodon in two bowls, he placed them on the kitchen table. Katsuki whistled, signaling for you to arrive at his beckon call. Just like he trained you, you obeyed and strolled over to your usual spot. Ruby eyes never left your form from the time you sat down to the time you both were done.
Isn’t this what you want, Y/N? To be seen.
No words were spoken amongst you two during supper. Katsuki’s pupils and presence did all the speaking. He studied you. Every movement spoke to him. The way your body showed tenseness under his gaze showed the progress was lost. The needy girl who finally talked after so long. You were silenced for months all thanks to Katsuki. You should hate him for it and you do.
You hate him, remember, Y/N? You are planning to escape, right?
Katsuki collected the dishes once you both finished eating. “Thank you, Katsuki.” You mumbled out, like Katsuki trained you. Katsuki did not reply as he placed the dirty bowls into the sink to soak. His gaze did not leave you once.
Katsuki drew you a hot shower. Your clothes were already discarded to the floor. Katsuki has seen you naked more times than you would like to think. This did not make you feel uncomfortable. If anything, you hope he would see you. You hope he would keep his eyes glued to every curve of your bare body.
And they did.
Katsuki had to restrain himself as he began taking off your collar. The exhale of his warm breath entered your parted in your lips. You inhaled him in. You wanted to feel his air inside your lungs. Your skin craved the contact of his. His calloused fingertips felt so rough yet so soft amongst your neck. You hated how it felt so right.
His heavy lips ghosted over yours. They stayed there for what felt like centuries. You didn’t mind, though. If they were a centimeter closer, they would connect, but like magnets that attract, they also can reject.
“Kiss me.” You lowly whisper, not daring to lean in closer without his permission.
Kiss her, Katsuki. You feel the fireworks. Do not let pride and ego stop you. You want her, she wants you. Let her have this.
To your dismay, Katsuki scoffs and pulls away. “I don’t have time for your stupid little games. Don’t take too damn long in the shower. It’s past your bedtime.”
You watched as Katsuki left you alone in the washroom. Katsuki had a lot on his mind. Why couldn’t he kiss you? He has no problem kissing women during sex or for press, but with you, he is timid. He feels like a teenager all over again. All because you said you loved him.
Katsuki contemplated punishing you, but you didn’t really do anything wrong. Punishment is supposed to correct unwanted behaviors. This was once wanted and deep down, still is, just why? Why now? You will not let him touch you. You hated him for trying. You always reject his advances so what gives? Katsuki is not one for physical contact except in the bedroom. If you have not figured this out by now, you really need to.
He wants you to hate him. It’s so much simpler to love you when you hate him. Sure, this is what Katsuki wanted all along, but this is all too much too fast. He does not feel as under pressure when you curse his existence. Loving you on his terms is so much simpler. Now that you reciprocate the emotion, he doesn’t want it.
Katsuki doesn’t know what he wants and because of this, you pay the consequences.
The warm water felt refreshing. The shower was not big, but it felt humungus without Katsuki’s presence. You hated this. You despised the love-hate relationship you developed for Katsuki. When you are alone, you can settle in the hatred you truly feel, but when he’s home, that longing comes back. That wanting of affection and love. The harsh yet love filled stares, the demands, the difference in whistles you learned over time. All so soon. Were you really that deprived of affection? Did you really become accustomed to this new lifestyle? You want to hate him. You need to so badly, but yet you are here fantasizing about his lips on yours. They were so close.
You proceed with your bathing routine before drying off and heading to the bedroom. Katsuki was already downstairs, finishing the dishes that needed to be clean. He laid out comfortable pajamas for you to dress into. Once you are dressed, you comb your hair and crawl into bed. Katsuki joined shortly after and for the first time in a week, he held you close. He may not ever say the words aloud, but this is him saying “I love you, too.”
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Ew no pleasee don’t baby me 👀👀👀👀👀 please don’t grab my face and make me look at you when i’m flustered that’s soooo weirddd👀👀👀👀 id HATE to babied and teased when im upset 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 who would actually like condescending praise and mock sympathy that’s so weirddddd 👀👀👀👀 and definitely don’t call me cute pet names like princess or angel or sweetheart that’s SOOOOOOOO SUPER weirddd👀👀👀 ok yea ill leave 😔
You are alone; a feeling that brings back unwanted emotions and memories. Much to Katsuki’s dismay yet expectation, it brought resentment. Every creak or subtle movement created anxiety, panic, and hope? Hope that the one person who causes you this much distress is entering through that door? Or do you hope that someone is coming through to take you away from this hell?
Though you did not want to face the truth, you missed Katsuki. Correction; you missed human interaction. He is the only human willing to give you that. Katsuki is sure of that.
You attempt to remember a life that was without Katsuki. The thought itself felt freeing yet terrifying. How can one man have so much power over your mind, body, and soul? Maybe he is right — you really are weak.
A lump forms in your throat. There is a world outside that needs to be seen by your own pupils. You see the characters in anime get to explore Japan and then some. That should be you. It needs to be you. You do not even recall the last time you felt grass between your bare toes or the beautiful melodies of an outdoor windchime. That’s enough for resentment to cycle its way through again.
The collar lays tight around your neck, making uncomfortable dents into your vocal chords. You are used to your own specialized collar that Katsuki personalized just for you. This one felt foreign and too bulky. Oh, and the fact you could get shocked at any moment didn’t help. You didn’t even want to touch the television remote in fear of being zapped. At least you have today’s events to keep your brain busy.
The feeling of Katsuki’s calloused fingertips touching your skin felt so comforting. Dammit, it disgust you. You missed being touched and acknowledged. Katsuki removed the only thing he could provide for you. The way you could feel his natural warm breath on you and the way you could not meet his eyes, you could feel that they were on you. They were seeing you.
Only you.
Someone is seeing your form after days of being neglected. Katsuki has a way of looking through people when he is in a mood. For once, since the incident, you were seen. It may not be the look you desperately wanted, but it was something.
Katsuki finally spoke to you. The sound of the television fell on numb ears. You wanted actual communication. An actual human being listening and speaking to you. Katsuki is not much of a conversationalist, but he knew how to listen. When you were needing his constant attention, you told him stories about your upbringing over dinner. His infamous scowl laid on his features, but his ears were intrigued. They listened. All you wanted is to be heard by somebody.
These memories rattled your brain, but not as much as the simple phrase that came out of your mouth today. A phrase you are certain you did not even feel.
“I love you.” You repeated, but the words did not come out. They rested within your esophagus. You couldn’t make them come out if you wanted to. You hate that the phrase even fell off your tongue as Katsuki walked out the front door. Did you even mean it?
No.
You have not been in love much in your youth, but you know what the emotion contains. For a fact, you know that is something Katsuki does not give you. At least, not anymore. A brief period of time you believed you held this feeling. That is what abuse does to a person, but Katsuki’s mistake is thinking that silence would only make you need him more or go back to your old ways. If anything, it gave you time to reflect. That is the last thing Katsuki needed you to do. Even if you had a mere chance of being in love, this isn’t healthy love. You both are smart enough to know this. You miss your family. You miss your friends, but most of all, you miss you.
The thought sprouted tears in your eyes. You know better than to love Katsuki. Katsuki’s abuse tried to convince you otherwise, you know better than to fall for the lies. This is not the life you are made to live. You have too many great attributes to provide the world. Being stuck in Katsuki’s grasp is not one of them. You have to fight. You have made this way too easy. You refused to fight in order to live. You wanted to be free from the hell Katsuki formed for you within the months.
Clenched fist wiped your eyes once more as the fire burned within them. If Katsuki wants you to play the game so bad, you will play it. You will play it so well that Katsuki will be the one that’s a fool. Not you.
You will fight.
Looking into the camera in the corner of the room, you hiss through gritted teeth, “mark my words Katsuki, I will escape you and avenge what you have taken from me.”
Lucky for you, Katsuki did not see your declaration. He had other important matters to attend to.
Katsuki’s stomach churn at the blinding flashes. He can hear the chatter amongst the press in front of his corporation and it only sent his anxiety through the roof. His stylist made sure not a thread was out of place on his expensive tailored suit. His natural messy blonde hair was perfected in a way they both could agree on. Rare that they agreed on much, but they did at times.
“Ready?” Leiko asked, arching a brow with a deep breath. She could read Katsuki well. He always had a way of speaking without verbally saying what his dark mind carries.
If only she knew his darkest of secrets.
Katsuki gave her a nod, walking out the glass doors that are held open by his assistants. Walking up to the wooden podium, the paparazzi bombarded the pro-hero with questions and microphones.
“Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, how are you recovering?”
“Dynamite, sir, do you have any idea where the missing girl is?”
“Pro-Hero Great Explosion God Dynamite, is it true that the missing woman, Y/N Y/L/N, sent in letters asking for your agency’s assistance?”
Katsuki is visibly growing annoyed with the media’s list of questions. Though the spotlight has trained him well, Katsuki is still a short tempered man. He does not even want to be here and his body language spoke that.
Before Katsuki could say anything he would regret, Leiko took his place at the podium and calmed the crowd.
“Everyone, please, relax. Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite will answer your questions here shortly. We do not have much time so please be considerate. Thank you.”
The crowd followed Leiko’s instructions, calming down to a low mutter amongst each other. Katsuki exhaled the breath he held within his organs. He reversed his lines with Leiko, though, his mind could not register the words being spoken. He needs to protect you. He needs to keep you safe. The only way he is going to do that is by keeping the media quiet.
Katsuki switched spots with Leiko, adjusting the black skinny microphone to meet his height. The amount of cameras rolling and flashing was causing his nerves to have anxiety. Though, he remained calm. Clearing his throat, he begins.
“Hello, I am Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite. I came here to discuss the concerns of the public. First and foremost, I am recovering well and will be back to saving lives like I always do. So, you can stop talking shit on your shitty little blogs.”
“Dynamite—“ Leiko interrupted through gritted teeth, but the raise of Katsuki’s hand told her to shut it. A deep sigh fell from Leiko’s nostrils. She has to let her boss handle things his way.
“Furthermore, the villain attack in Tokyo was nothing. I kick villains' asses everyday. I am more than capable of doing my damn job so I would highly appreciate it if you learned to shut the hell up about it. Any questions?”
Chatter amongst the crowd before the hero picked up. His self-assured, cocky attitude always made him media entertainment whether people admit it or not. A few hurt feelings sure did sell. The press could not help themselves. One woman decided to speak up.
“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite,” the female bowed before Katsuki in respect, “I am happy you are getting back to your hero duties, but I must know; is there any leads on where the missing woman, Y/L/N Y/N, can be?”
Katsuki’s grip on the podium became noticeably firmer as he stiffened. He wanted to blow the woman to ash. No one should have your name on their tongue. You should not even be a thought to anyone else but him.
Only him.
Katsuki did not mention your name on purpose. He was hoping his selfish ways will get the press more riled up about him that they forget all about you. Katsuki may not like the game, but he sure does play it well. When his ego speaks, the paparazzi take it and run.
This time, the game did not work. Doing the only logical thing he can think of, already way off script from before, he looks the reporter straight in the eye.
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katsuki with his fussy kitty hybrid who insists on giving him a thorough tongue bath every time he comes back from patrol because he smells too much like izuku or eijirou. typically, licking the side of his face makes him cringe but he’ll only pull you closer, scratch behind your ear and call you his good kitty.
sometimes he thinks you might drive him insane — you hiss at guests you aren’t to keen on ( which does make you an excellent judge of character ), you leave small creatures in soft blankets and linen for him to find because you do love katsuki even if you turn your nose u at him. you hide and prowl silently and somehow manage to tear off the bell collar he’d gotten you. you’ll put all your weight on his chest if you ever catch him lying down.
you’ve also got a crazy suckling issue ( something to do with weaning when you were young ) — so you’re always pawing at his sweat pants and sucking on his cock to help get to sleep or for comfort. more often than not, you’ll curl at the end of his bed each night… only for bakugou to wake up half hard with the crotch of his sleep pants completely soaked through with saliva. purring loud through the quiet night.
he doesn’t push you away, just has his fingers caress their way to the back of your head in order to hold you still. shuffles all the fabrics down to grasp at his cock and carefully guides his tip past the gentle drooly opening of your lips tiredly to help you along.
“atta girl, now watch your teeth.” he rasps, voice roped together by sleep.
you do as told, chest rumbling in content — easing back on the fangs that graze his shaft if you’re not mindful.
bakugou oftentimes pretends it’s a hassle to have a clingy cat like you, one who ruins the sofa and the walls and would rather scratch him that the perfectly respectable and expensive scratching post he had sought out just for you. though, when you look up at katsuki in the night, mouth full of precum and drool, pupils eclipsing the colour in your eye from how much they’ve dilated — katsuki doesn’t mind it so much.
being told to take that cock while you’re pinned and getting fucked is so hot cause it’s not an ask or praise, it’s an outright demand. they’re inside you, pounding your cunt so hard and slamming into you that you can barely catch your breath and you quite literally have no choice but to take it. the phrase is a mockery, made to remind you to lay there and submit, let your cunt do what it does best
Plan to have Chapter 12 of Beautifully Obsessed up sometime next week. I’m not a fan of how I originally wrote the content so I am rewriting some portions and adding more to it. I appreciate your patience 🤍
