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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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No Greater Pleasure

Bully Bakugou x FEM!Reader

Based off this ask: <BULLY BAKUGOU ASK> This post can be seen as second part to "All of His Attention" Another Bully Bakugou fic of mine just with a time jump after all.

Bakugou Katsuki loves nothing more than to torment you, pick on you and down right degrade you. What he didn't expect was you to hit him back. Unbeknownst to you, it doesnt have the effect you wish it did.

Note: bully bakusquad, bully Bakugou Third years. Perverts. All of them. Just being sleazy creeps. Hinted non-con Voyeurism. Small cannon violence. Bullying. Name calling and swearing. Underlying Midoriya x Reader. Reader discretion is advised.

Bakugou Katsuki was one of the most annoying people you’ve ever met.

And he felt like he had every right to be.

He was handsome, he was strong, gifted with a great quirk, smart and intelligent. His parents were successful, he was a modal, he could buy or get anything he wanted. Which was probably why he always acted like a spoilt brat at every moment or waking turn. He was annoying, that was sure. With a simple grin that made your skin crawl, he felt as though he was king of the world.

Especially in third year. With the Hero Course students now famous for saving Japan multiple times, it was no wonder how they all got famous, especially at U.A. With first years and second years crawling all over them just to get a taste of their lives that had picked up thanks to the Hero Commission. Bakugou loved it. He lived for all the attention and glory. All the people screaming his name during practises and training that could be watched, all the gifts and confessions given to him by poor unsuspecting victims that think he actually care.

None of them do. Or at least none of them in the bakusquad. All the self-entitlement and fame went to their heads and suddenly they became one group you never wanted to come across.

Sero Hanta, resident smoker, druggie and Capital S, sleaze. With a stupid straight toothed grin and laid back expression he would make you fall into a false sense of understanding and security.

Talking about false sense of security, Kirishima Eijiro. Bakugou’s best friend and number one person to never go after. With that kind smile and caring eyes all fell victim to him. He was the worst of them all. Made you feel as though he cared, as though you were special, only to crush your heart in the mot painful and innocent way. I mean, who would believe you? Kirishima would never do that? He’s the most manly and true person ever.

All of them had turned out absolutely horrible in your eyes, but none as bad as Bakugou Katsuki.

Having a new girlfriend, boyfriend, partner, whatever every other day. Other than a quicky or some new attention, Bakugou was never interested in a serious partner, and it showed in the trail of heartbreaks and ruined partners he left behind him. I mean with a smirk like that, crimson eyes that burned into your soul and a voice that he used to pull you in like a siren, it was no wonder that he could get away with so much.

I mean, they’re the hero course.

Bakugou loved all the mayhem he could get away with. If Aizawa wasn’t there, why not have a little fun. Especially if it was tormenting Midoriya’s little group of friends. He never found such pleasure like going back to pick on Midoriya. Although Midoriya had grown a backbone as well as big enough muscle to push back.

But Bakugou knew there was one person. One person in the whole class he found absolutely delicious. One person that he found no greater pleasure in than to torment.

And that was you.

God, did he love to pick on you. Trip you, flip and look up your skirt, pock at, be an absolute disgusting pervert around you. You hated it. And that’s what he lusted over. The anger in your eyes, the hate and rage brewing underneath the surface. You never wanted to stoop to his level, but that’s what made it all so fun. How he could technically do anything he wanted to you and you wouldn’t do a damn thing.

He got off to it. It made him chub in his pants just to see you squirm as he sneered down at you, throwing another degrading comment at you.

Until one day...

“You really fucked up that mission, Y/N.” Bakugou walked over to you, putting his hands on your desk as he looked down at you. His eyeliner making his vermillion eyes only hone onto you more and seem more predatory. “People could have gotten seriously hurt if Kirishima and I weren’t there in time.” He looked over to his redheaded best friend. The giant redhead leaned back against his chair as he watched wordlessly wanting to see how this would go.

You swallowed down any harsh remark you were going to say. You closed your eyes briefly before looking back up at him.

God did he love when you looked up at him, down below him.

“It was my mistake, Bakugou. I just wasn’t paying attention to that street.” You told him truthfully.

“Clearly.” He scoffed. He leaned down. “But people could die because of you. And that would be on you.” He poked your chest.

You frowned as you brushed his hand away from you. “Don’t touch me, Bakugou.”

His smirk grew, exposing a sharp canine. He licked over his teeth as he looked down at you. “What? Can’t handle the brutal honesty, princess?” He asked as poked you again. “Hm? Can’t handle me being honest with you? Does it bother you Y/N?” He got up close and personal to you, not stopping. You tightened your grip on your desk as you tried your best to ignore him. “Hm? Or maybe you get off to it? Maybe you’re a sick freak, huh?”

Midoriya scowled as he got up to go stop the blond. His green eyes held distaste and murder as he glared at the blond. “Leave them alone, Kacchan.”

Bakugou ignored the green haired nerd as he moved his mouth to your ear. “It’s okay. I like freaks.” He whispered against your ear. “Almost as much as I love the songs you sing in the shower when you think no ones left.”

Immediately, without hesitation, you had a hand wrapped around his neck. Bakugou’s eyes shot wide open as you stood up, your eyes dark with a pressing rage that you had kept down for far too long. He glared as you took a step forward, forcing him back against the desk behind him.

He only looked shocked for a second before he looked at you with half lidded eyes of temptation and lust. He bit his bottom lip as he pressed forward into your hand. “I knew you were kinky Y/N, but God damn. In front of everyone?” He asked making his group of friends chuckle. Kaminari already had his camera rolling on his phone, knowing how much Bakugou loved to rewatch your reactions to him. “I knew you were slut at hea-”

The words were slapped right out of him as his face turned to the side. His cheek stinging at the impact. Immediately the class went silent. Midoriya froze mid stride to you, his green eyes went wide at what you had done. Kirishima stood up instantly, ready to step in if a brawl happened. As much as he wanted to watch, he prioritised his friend first.

You looked at Bakugou with angry tears in your eyes with so much disgust that it was almost too much to contain in just your eyes. “You’re a fucking villain, Bakugou Katsuki.” You shot at him with a glare. He looked back at you, his pupil trained on you without a single reaction. “Initially I thought you could have been a great hero, that you could have been something to look up to, but now I know you’re just a bully and a villain.” You let go of him, wiping your hands on your shirt like you had touched something filthy. You sneered at him with an upturned nose. “You’re disgusting.” You turned and left, walking out of class just as Mr Aizawa walked in.

Midoriya quickly realised that you were leaving and quickly followed you. “Y/N!” He looked to Mr Aizawa who let the green haired hero in training go after you. He raised an eyebrow before looking to Bakugou who stood with a hand to his cheek.

Kirishima walked over to Bakugou, a hand on his shoulder. “Katsuki, you alright? He asked with a raised eyebrow as he turned the blond to talk to him privately. Bakugou was silent for a moment before looking out the classroom door to see Midoriya talking to you, his hands on you as he looked down at you concerned. Kirishima released a low growl as he looked out the classroom. “That fucking bitch. We can get her Katsuki, just-”

Bakugou raised a hand, making Kirishima keep quiet. Bakugou tensed his jaw before looking up at Kirishima. He smirked before looking back out at you. He grinned, already having made up his mind. “Fuck, I want her.”

And Bakugou was sure, that there would be no greater pleasure than to finally have you.

-Glitch1d

@dragonwarrior97 @wolfunderthethree @iamvioletta @idiotic-anime-lover @karibakugo Because they've asked MONTHS ago for more Bully Bakugou.

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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something i havent seen you do is Bakugou with an equally famous or successful reader, like she's still quirkless but maybe an idol of sorts? i think it could be interesting

BNHA ! HEADCANONS + IMAGINE

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: yandere, some slight nsfw, obsession, coercion, abuse of power

PROFESSIONAL

Your face is on the poster plastered right next to his, only you look like his stark opposite.

Flowers instead of explosions frames you and your dewy skin. Glittering with the spritz of perfume you’re commercializing instead of the droplets of sweat and grease he’s smeared with.

A catlike grin plays deceptively soft in the corner of your glossy lips, whereas his bear a crazed maniacal demonstration of canines like a rabid mongrel.

And your eyes, painted with a seductive blend of smokey colors similar to the smudge of his war paint, though refined to make you look oh-so-lush and divine, like a queen, and he, only a lowly sooty footsoldier in comparison.

He buys magazines you’re featuring in and reads them before bed.

Ending up with a hand bobbing beneath the cover.

Feeling lucky like none when the poster within is a large A3 foldout of you in something rather risqué.

He reads your interviews from cover to cover or watches them on TV.

His heart pounding when the segment of your nameless childhood bully is brought up. Happy to see you haven't forgotten him.

He was a complete desperate mess when you did that extremely private lingerie commercial that had you showing off nearly all assets on a set of pillows and plushies.

Losing his mind looking through the mesh and chiffon right to where your nipples teased him with their perky strut.

Not to mention your face and your expressions…

You really know how to play to the camera. So much so it makes him jealous of the photographer.

He’d like to be the one to tell you to pose and give him a pout. Pretending he is when slowly peeling each page over to view the following image. Throat tight and dry and palms sweaty, watching you crawl and give a rather intimidatingly large teddy bear a kiss on the cheek.

You’ve definitely become something different from your shared days in middle school.

Something confident and alluring.

Something he wants to play with in a wide new variety of ways than before.

It’s good that your industry often intertwines with his.

He knows exactly which model to request when his agency wants to shoot a new campaign poster starring Dynamight saving a Damsel in Distress.

No one but you fit the role so picture-perfectly, being both a beautiful idol and a quirkless citizen.

You’ve learned to refrain from asking your handler any questions, just doing what the strict woman tells you, be it what jobs to take, how to dress, or what to eat. It’s better that way. She’s a professional, and you owe your entire career to her wisdom. But once you get to the photo shoot and start recognizing the props of a certain hero decorating the stage, you get queasy with unease upon understanding exactly which pro hero you’re going to be shooting with.

Swallowing thickly, you bar yourself in your dressing room for a minute. Your handler already shouting at your ear enough to make you wince with tears at the ready as you try to explain the sticky situation to her. Naturally, your cries fall upon deaf ears, and soon enough, you’re convinced you’re being silly. This is a huge opportunity, after all. Dynamight is on par with Deku, having shared the title of the number one hero ever since they graduated. It would be career suicide to decline a collab with him, especially now that you’re already under contract with his agency.

You splash your face with cold water to calm the swelling left by your tears and get dressed in the silky white summer dress provided to you. It’s a pretty article, you think without being overly happy about it. It’s a thin, nearly see-through, backless model with a rather deep dip reaching down between your breasts. And though it isn’t at all the first time you flaunt your body in a nearly nude state in front of the world, it certainly is the first time you do so in front of the guy who used to pick your appearance apart until you cried. You only hope he doesn’t recognize you and that the shoot will be over before he eventually can.

You’re glad your handler does what her job suggests and handles all handshakes and greetings on your behalf. But though all the formalities of the work fall upon her shoulders, the part of the actual modeling is something only you can do.

You’re able to remain professional for the most part, barely ever glancing in his direction, though picking up on his mass from the corner of your eye and through the veil of fake lashes where you keep your eyes glued to the floor as the photographer gives instructions for the new pose. But then comes the direction you were dreading, the one which has the two of you touching. And even though you knew it was inevitable, you still flinch when he puts his hands on you.

And though the assistants, handlers, managers, and photographers are all oblivious to your discomfort, he notices, smiling at your tiny shivers and how well you hide them.

He’s so much bigger than you remember, you think while you try steadying your breath and convincing yourself that it isn’t any different from all those other times you’ve gone out of your comfort zone for the sake of a good deal. The shoot you did for Playboy Magazine had practically been a porno, and that time you’d been surrounded by a great deal of big beefy men, much similar to the one touching you now.

Still tough... you had a laugh that time around. You had fun.

This wasn’t fun.

“Funny this.” He spoke, and you feared he was speaking to none other than you.

Holding you in a scoop of a bridal carry, you felt the harsh metal of his costume dig into your skin, not more than the grip of his hands clawing at your flesh like a predator sinking its teeth into caught prey. The grime on his fingers dirtying the white of your dress.

“Or… ironic is a better word for it.” He adds, and you finally look up into that face that still sometimes haunts you in your dreams despite having been out of your life for years. “Oh- don’t say you don’t remember me, Quirkless?”

After the shoot, the photographer praises you on your ability to portray true distress, unbeknownst that the sentiments in your expressions were genuine, and you almost trip over the stage props while thanking him, wanting to leave the set as quickly as possible in favor of going home.

But obviously, shooting a campaign poster isn’t why you’re there.

“Have dinner with me.” He says, with his hand, seemingly made to break bones, wrapped tight around your twiggy wrist. Stopping you from running away.

And just as expected, your handler accepts before you can make the costly mistake of refusing.

tip-jar: Kofi

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imaginekhaos · 2 years

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Thinking about Bully!Bakugo and Chubby!Reader with glasses Pt.2

Minors DNI 18+

Everyone mentioned is of adult age, meaning 18 or older. I am imagining UA as more of a collage setting.

Warnings: obsessive behavior, name calling, dacryphilia, hateful Bakugo, public vaginal fingering, jealous Bakugo.

Part 1

It was scary how quickly you became the center of Bully!Bakugos attention. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you. Sure, he was still mean and heartless to you but you felt as if you could cope with that. However what you couldn’t wrap your head around is how instead of pushing you down he was beginning to pull you against his side in the halls.

Bully!Bakugo whose burning gaze you couldn’t escape as you studied with Midoriya in the library. Even though the blonde sat on the other side of the room the heat in his eyes made it feel like he was breathing down your neck. You managed to focus on the conversation with Deku, just barely, eventually forgetting about the hot headed bully.

Bully!Bakugo who watched as you were gently laughing and joking around with your green haired classmate, assignment seemingly forgotten. His jaw clenching and nostrils flaring when that fucking nerd rested his arm around the back of your chair, entirely way too close you. Way too close to his little toy.

Bully!Bakugo who waited till you said goodbye to each other, Deku leaving the building while you sorted the books out to put back on the shelves before stalking after you and cornering you against the back shelves.

Bully!Bakugo whose hips pinned your front painfully to the sharp edges of the shelf. Pointy book corners dig into your plush skin but the feeling pales in comparison to the fast pounding of your heart beating against your ribs. The slight smell of burnt sugar told you everything you needed to know.

Bully!Bakugo whose calloused hands grip tight against the swell of your hips, his mouth coming to ghost against the shell of your ear, “I know you’re just trying to get my attention with that stunt you pulled. Dumb Deku? Really? You tryin’ to make me jealous, baby? I don’t think you understand what kind of game you’re playing, dollface.”

You try to defend yourself, but it falls against deaf ears. He wasn’t going to listen to you, but he for sure was going to punish him for giving your attention to someone else, however innocent and necessary it was.

Before you could protest further, Bully!Bakugo had his hand down the front of your panties and the other one covering your mouth, it was a library after all. His thick digits parted your pussy lips before finding your clit which was quickly hardening under his touch. More of your slick coated his fingers the faster he moved them, and as embarrassing as it was, you could already feel the beginning of your orgasm buzz in your lower belly.

Bully!Bakugo who bites and sucks bruises into your neck and jaw, grinning maliciously as you moan against his palm. He watches as your cheeks turn red and your gasps of hot breath fog up your glasses. It felt like an early victory when he noticed the tears glistening behind those frames. His fingers sped up and you came undone.

Bully!Bakugo who, while watching you writhe in the pleasure only he could give, had a sudden thought of how he could watch you do this forever if it was with him. A sudden thought that was entirely too soft and out of place in contrast to his fingers that were still circling your stimulated clit absently as he thought.

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yanderechuu · 2 years

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Sorry, ik your requests are closed, but lemme just say that I won’t be upset if you do more Bakugou’s sibling content. Xoxo, anon

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refer to this fic for better understanding.

warning: domestic violence, gaslighting

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It had been a week already and you hadn’t told anything to your parents of your altercation with your brother - where he insulted you, got violent, and locked you in his room to leave you unconscious until he came back after collecting himself.

Living with him proved to be a challenge, now that you couldn’t stay in one space with him without expecting the worst. You’d flinch whenever he would move his arm or simply do so much as speak to address you. And when he did, when he’d call you with that rough voice you usually wouldn’t mind, you’d quiver like you were just yelled at even though the effort of keeping his volume to a minimum was strikingly obvious.

The actual yelling came when he grew irritated with how you treated him like he were some abuser. You only wished he understood why. He tended to be more violent with you, more verbally abusive, like he didn’t regret smacking you on the face with nearly all his strength accumulated from hero training.

Then there were times when he was weird, overly affectionate - the back-to-normal Katsuki in which he took pride of the title as big brother. It made you question if the incident really did happen in the first place. Throughout the course of the week, whenever he was at home, he’d sit down beside you and teach you the topics in class you were apparently struggling with. There were times he would bring home a gallon of [favorite flavor] ice cream, telling you to get greedy with it under the ruse that it’d be a waste if you didn’t.

It scared you how you’d view his affectionate side as odd, and his abusive one as normal. Even so, after all that, he still continued to micromanage you. This time, you were too afraid to do anything about it.

Your breath hitched the moment you heard the main door open. Katsuki muttered a quick “I’m home” before entering farther inside the house. From your place against the kitchen counter, you breath slowed down abnormally as you guessed he was searching for you in the living room.

He was coming near; you couldn’t see, couldn’t hear but you could tell, because never had anyone that bigger of a presence than your brother. He emerged from the kitchen entrance, face relaxing slightly when his eyes met yours.

“Why didn’t you come to greet me?” He asked sternly.

Weird. You never really greeted him everyday as if it were a routine, not especially after that incident. You chose to ignore him and focus on your phone with intent.

He advanced towards you and you tensed in an instant. You nearly whimpered when his hand - the dominant one that had hit you - lifted to hold you by the head and divert your attention to him entirely.

He ordered, “Say, ‘welcome back, oniichan.’”

“W-welcome back, oniichan.” You abruptly responded, gulping with glossy eyes.

He chuckled, like he found you amusing. He let you go to rummage the fridge for a snack. “Still scared of me? Thought you were over that.”

You replied this time lest he’d do something about your ignorance. “I-I’m not.”

“Scared or over it?”

You wanted to hit him. “How could I get over it, Katsuki? You slapped me on the face. I bled.”

“It’s not like you had to be sent to the hospital.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing a plate from the counter. “You’re too sensitive. I didn’t do that shit just because I wanted to. You were being rude.”

And you weren’t being rude just because you wanted to. He was invading your privacy, of course, you had to do something about it. Besides, your rudeness shouldn’t have justified his violence. Although you guessed he wouldn’t care.

So you stayed silent, not finding reason to reason with him after figuring out he wouldn’t heed all of it. Still, his audacity made you tear up in frustration. You wanted to cry because you feared him when you shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t have hit you in the first place; shouldn’t have said hurtful things to you and controlled you just because he thought you were incapable of yourself.

You heard him sigh as you wiped the tears off your eyes with the sleeves of your pajamas.

“It was just a one-time thing.” He said, sauntering over to you, making you tense. “ ‘s not gonna happen again. Promise.” He gave you a side hug, then slid the occupied plate to you. “Now, eat up.”

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You knew it was wrong, and that there was something wrong with your brother the moment he hurt you like that. It was difficult to admit but it was doubtlessly a case of abuse, and you weren’t about to remain silent just because it was a one-time thing (hopefully). Dumb as you might be, you knew your worth.

So you decided to spill out the truth one movie night, because then Katsuki wouldn’t be capable of doing anything to you in front of your parents’ eyes.

“Mom, Katsuki hit me on the face.”

In the speed of lightning, all heads turned to you, Katsuki having the countenance of anger and betrayal. You didn’t betray him, he didn’t even have to trust you in the first place. Dad’s expression was starting to morph into something of discomfort.

“What the fuck? I didn’t.” Katsuki said somewhat steadily.

“You did!” You insisted, turning to mom. “Mom, I lied. It wasn’t the door that hit me. Katsuki told me to tell you that I got hit by the door.”

Still not saying anything about the matter, Mitsuki looked over to her son. The television became noise on the background.

“You’ll really believe that ungrateful brat over me?” Your brother scoffed and turned to you. “After everything I did for you, you go around telling mom shit I didn’t do? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“What is wrong with you?!” You retorted, voice whiny as you got desperate. You were tearing up, too. “I wouldn’t have told this if it didn’t happen, but it did!”

Masaru intervened, “Why did he hit you?”

“I didn’t fucking hit them!”

“Katsuki.”

He huffed, sinking down the couch with his arms crossed, glowering at you.

“I-I was mad at him, because he was invading my privacy. He wanted to confiscate my phone.” You explained between hiccups. “Then we began yelling at each other and he hit me with his hand.”

Katsuki was visibly seething on his seat. You feared you might have had been too presumptuous and that he wouldn’t actually hesitate to hit you again in front of your parents. He looked as if he were about to do that, scarlet eyes staring at you furiously, large hands gripping on the couch’s side like he was going to stand up to approach you. Veins prominent on his forearms as if he were restraining himself from doing shit to you that you wouldn’t want him to.

So, just in case he were to actually do that, you sprinted out of the living room and up the stairs to your bedroom, ignoring your parents’ calls for you to come back. They got the gist that you couldn’t stand being in the same space with your brother.

Mitsuki, aggravated, glared at her son. “Katsuki, what the hell really happened?”

“I didn’t do shit to them,” He replied almost immediately. “Didn’t tell them to lie to you, either. They’re just bored. Wanna stir some drama in their life.”

“Why did you want to confiscate their phone?” Masaru questioned.

Mom and dad would understand, right? You had online friends - how was that not dangerous? If he would change the narrative a bit, maybe it would make more sense.

“They were talking to strangers online, telling them to do weird shit.” Like asking you to join them in video games or something, therefore robbing him off of your time with him, but he wouldn’t say that. Their perspective has to be in his favor. “I was literally just trying to protect them.”

Mitsuki remained silent, evaluating the dilemma that was suddenly put to light. She said after a while, “I’m starting to think something’s wrong with them.”

“No shit.” Katsuki grunted.

“I meant like a condition in the mind, mentally disabled.” She said seriously. “We should probably bring them to a doctor.”

“Don’t.” Katsuki was quick to shut the idea down, alarm oddly evident in his tone of voice. “ ‘s not worth it.”

You weren’t going to a doctor, not if he can help it. He was more than capable of handling you if only you weren’t acting such a selfish, unappreciative brat all the damn time. You could depend entirely on him and he’d make your life so pristine and manageable.

“You really think they’re a mentally ill freak?” He added as to persuade them not to. “They’re just desperate for drama and attention. It’s just a phase. It’ll pass eventually.”

Mitsuki appeared to be considering his words, and Katsuki knew at once that he won the persuasion. Of course, mom would highly regard his point, because she always did. That had always been the sibling dynamic between the two of you; you were dumb, and he was the star child.

As the three gradually focused back into the movie, Masaru spoke with gravity in his tone. “Whatever made them say that you had hit them, stop it. I do not tolerate that kind of problem in this household.”

Katsuki, disgruntled, clicked his tongue in response. “Yeah, yeah. Not like anything even happened in the first place.”

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That was an empty promise as he dragged you by the arm, away from the snacks you were eating on the kitchen counter that he told you were forbidden to eat because they were unhealthy.

You thought he was out, he was supposed to be out - he was on hero duty - what was he doing in the house?

You shouted his name in retaliation, heart racing in panic at the endless possibilities of what he could do to you now that your parents were currently out doing work, no one to save you in their absence. They were the only ones who were capable of reprimanding Katsuki for what he had done and making him promise not to do it again. Silly you, believing what he had said that it would only be a one time thing, this abuse. You shouldn’t have tolerated his action and should have been more insistent with your parents last night.

“You really think I'd let you go after the shit you pulled off last night?” He spat derisively, the tone of his voice quite matching his deranged smile.

You swore the grip he had on your upper arm couldn’t get any tighter, but it did, and your bones begged for release as the rest of your arm felt cold in a flash.

“You- you said-” You heaved, hand frantically pulling at his clutch on you. Then you screamed, looking at him with wide, wronged eyes. “You said it was a one-time thing! You said it wouldn’t happen again! Katsuki!”

“Shut the fuck up!” He hauled you onto the sofa, air forced out of your lungs from the impact, earning a pained “ugh” from your mouth.

Katsuki seethed, “It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but you pissed me off. I have no choice but to put you back in your damn place.”

You didn’t want to know what he meant by that, but you guessed that either way, you were bound to find out.

“If I grab you like this,” He aggressively grabbed you by the neck, just below your jaw. “You’ll tell mom and dad? Hm?”

“Katsuki, stop this-” You attempted to say but his grip only tightened, spurring you to panic and say things impulsively. You clawed on his skin. “I hate you! Fuck off! You’re the worst!”

“Wrong fucking answer.” He hissed, grip unfaltering. His long pointer finger reached to press on your cheek injury. “So, what? You’ll tell mom and dad?”

“K-Katsuki-”

“Don’t give me more reason to hurt you.”

This time, you couldn’t afford to hide your fear any longer. Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him in an amalgam of contempt, fear, and betrayal. Nevertheless, you prioritized your safety; you said through hiccups, “I-I won’t. I won’t tell mom and dad.”

He appeared to be satisfied with your answer, a conceited grin on his face as if he found your tears an entertainment. Just as you thought he was done, he raised an arm.

“And if I hit you like this-” his hand went down to smack you on your uninjured cheek and your mind was too slow to process what he was going to do, but your body, accustomed to his tendencies, moved autonomously - your eyes closed as you braced for the impact by reflex.

The pain was absent too long for it to be deemed a registering feeling. When you opened your eyes, Katsuki’s hand was only centimeters away from your face. He looked at you, grin no longer present, evaluating your features.

“If I hit you like this,” He continued, voice low, “will you tell mom and dad?”

Whimpering, you shook your head no, fearing the worst of your tight situation. You were scared shitless.

“I know you won’t.” His gruff voice contrasted greatly with his soft tone. You only stared at him in confused agitation. “Because you love me. You love your big brother. And you know I love you, right? I only want the best for you. That’s why I’m doing this.”

Doing what? Inflicting violence on you? Gaslighting you?

“Com’ere.” You were brought close to him as he switched your places, his person now sitting on the soft cushion as yours was already seated on his lap. You remained still, terrified. “I never do anything without reason.” He began caressing your crown. “Just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

You knew he was wrong, that his actions justified not your safety but to keep you from telling your parents of his mistreatment to you. It would only get worse the longer you wouldn’t tell anyone.

Yet his embrace gave you a sense of belongingness and security you hadn’t felt in a long while; perhaps it was because you’d been deviating from him for so long. He was mean, sure, but it was hard to resist when you’d been abused (by the same person comforting you) for a period of time.

When you gradually hugged him back through your fits of sobs and whimpers, he knew he had won.

He smiled, unhinged. “You’re going to listen to me from now on, alright?”

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #boku no hero academia x reader #bully bakugo #platonic yandere bnha #yandere bakugo x reader #platonic yandere katsuki bakugo x reader #reader insert #platonic bnha #yanderechuu

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napbatata · 17 days

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looking for some bakugou x reader fanfic, but that the reader has an attitude like Sharpay or Cleo de Nile something like that... I'm thinking it would be cool to have a character who isn't a ray of sunshine...

#bnha #fanfic #bully bakugo #x reader #bnha-x-reader

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 2 years

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Consider, dragon Shouto forgoing the traditional kidnapping victim (a princess) to snatch up the sweetheart of a squire, Izuku, instead.

For some added plot, Bakugou is either a fellow dragon, or another squire (or maybe even a mix of both, like a squire who is secretly half-dragon) who storms in on them post kidnapping because what the hell Shouto?!

Shouto doesn’t care about tradition or Bakugou’s concerns. He’s far too busy trying to woo the King of his Heart, thank you very much.

I FINALLY FINISHED IT

Shoto had been watching the human for a while now.

Growing up, his father had always insisted that the other species was a pest; a nuisance that needed to be eradicated. Apparently, the best way to do that was to lure the stronger ones out into the open—under the pretence of heroism—and kill them off one by one. When Shoto had made the mistake of asking how his father planned on accomplishing such a task, he’d spoken of princesses and kidnapping.

That wasn’t what Shoto was doing now though!

It had been years since he’d last seen his father. He’d escaped his clutches at the first opportunity, roaming the skies to his heart’s content, enjoying his freedom. He might have been labelled a monster by the creatures of the land, but he wasn’t cruel.

At least, he didn’t want to be.

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#tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #lovely people #AgarJelly writes #todoizu #todomido #dekutodo #izushou #dragons #dragon todoroki shouto #toshinori yagi #bully bakugo #bakugou katsuki

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beybuniki · 3 months

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the epic highs and lows of boyhood

#bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #the middle school one is too tame that was bakugo's peak as a bully #but im not getting carpal tunnel from drawing that

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hiphopcherrrypop · 24 days

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something sowmthing the kageyama brothers + their blue eyed weirdboys

#mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #mp100 #mob psycho fanart #mp100 fanart #shou suzuki #teruki hanazawa #shigeo kageyama #terumob #ritshou #ive been watching it with my mom + i forgot how funny teru is #hes strange i luv that freak #i love when he gets sooo smug on mob's behalf #always saying stuff like 'heh... ur first mistake was picking a fight with This guy 😼...'#boy u have me laughing out loud #i h8 his hair i cant draw him without him looking like bakugo #my mom hates reigen a little its so funny #shes always like 'mhm u tell him dimple ☝🙄' when dimple bullies him

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gglitch1dd · 3 months

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Is there anymore Deku content on the way? I LOVE LOVE LOVE your characterization of Deku. It’s one of the bests i feel.

There will be in the future! I'm just currently not feeling well. But I promise there will be more Izuku.

In the meantime, there is a story where he's the main focus on AO3. It's called Prey. It's a story I've written about Reader being a bunny hybrid and having to fight in a sort of hunger games like tournament later on in the story and has to train and get used to her new life at UA. She runs into amazing Izuku but also Katsuki who's a wolf and who wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into her.

Context: UA High School. A school that produced some of the most famous participants of The Hunt since its creation. From both rabbit and wolf side. The strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the most determined of them all were cultivated and brought forth from UA. With the school’s motto for excellence and striving for a more equal and co-existing future between all rabbit hybrids and wolf hybrids in front of the cameras they were doing better than most. However, even inside UA’s walls the rivalry between bunnies and wolves couldn’t be stopped.

These two dynamics represented their society and the world they lived in. Hunter vs Hunted. Predator vs Prey.

Wolves vs Bunnies.

#izuku x reader #bunny reader #bunny hybrid #bunny hybrid deku #bunny deku #izuku midoriya x reader #bully bakugou x reader #bully bakugo

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i want yandere bully bakugou but like redemption kinda? like, after becoming a pro hero he tries asking darling out and treats her nicely and stuff, trying to make up for being a bully, but still yandere and kinda toxic???

BNHA ! FIC

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: yandere, NSFW, dubcon, bullying, manipulation WC: 3.5k

GIRLFRIEND

Normally, it would be strange to ask yourself why you’re someone’s girlfriend. But in your case, given who your boyfriend is, it would be weird not to doubt why.

Part of the answer is that you wouldn’t know how to tell him no.

But… more the question is,

why would he even ask you in the first place?

Try as you might, you couldn’t remember Kachan ever being interested in you in that way. Between calling you a quirkless flat-chested snot-nosed loser extra and telling you how your freckles made you look like you’d been rolling around in shit, he’d not once made you feel as though he was attracted to you in any way.

It had been nearly five years since your high school graduation. The last time you’d seen him. Other than on the news or posters on every corner of the city. Where in that time, he’d gone and made himself a renowned pro-hero. While you…

Well… you’d made your own valid achievements. Though… not nearly amounting to anything as impressive as him.

Which was one of the big reasons why you felt so out of your depth. But not the only reason. And certainly not the main one.

You weren’t convinced it was Kachan when he’d first approached you. Something between meeting a celebrity and a ghost and some other thing you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something that somewhat reminded you of the feeling of visiting someone in prison, you bet.

Granted, he, no doubt, still looked like Kachan. Though older, stronger, and taller now, he was still that ash-blonde red-eyed boy you used to know.

It was still Kachan. With his signature straightforward thoroughness and, though more refined and with some resemblance of calm now, that same old brashness of his lurking beneath the trained attitude. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, nor did how his eyes demanded your attention, despite your wish to act like you didn’t recognize him.

You had expected him to growl at you, to laugh and mock you for working at a café, no mind to you being the assistant manager, as you were sure such a feat had no sway with someone as important as him. You’d in the least, if not the former, believed him to ignore you with a sneer. But, though he smirked, it wasn’t a smirk you were any used to. In fact, you’d actually go so far as to call it a smile.

He was still Kachan, but he'd become strange. A stranger, actually. A strange stranger who asked you out. Which is what made him so very strange a stranger to begin with.

But not entirely a stranger as you were still, despite having grown up, a little afraid of what he’d do if you turned him down.

You thought he was joking at first. Playing his same old cruel schoolyard pranks despite being a full-grown man, not to mention one of the highest-ranking pro heroes in japan. But, for a mere joke, he sure seemed serious. Holding up the coffee line in wait for your answer, with fans recognizing him and looking at you as though you were insane for not answering and even more hardcore fans looking at him as though he was insane for asking you.

At least a dozen were filming. And the cardboard coffee cup ached more and more in your palm the longer you waited.

You didn’t really have a choice.

Did you?

Your first date was a lot more expensive a taste than what you were used to. In fact, you realized you weren’t really used to being pampered at all.

You felt underdressed even in the leather seats of his car and even more when the gold lighting of the restaurant dawned on you.

Your breath thinned as you found yourself stared at by what felt like absolutely everyone as the two of you were led to your table overlooking the city.

Kachan noticed your flighty gaze and how you shared fluttering looks with the other people surrounding you and the marble floor, though never with him.

“You can’t blame them.” He said. And your doe-eyes finally returned his stare with an adorably puzzled look of your own. “Your own fault for looking like that.”

You paused, first instincts telling you how it in no way was a compliment, before realizing you were being silly before further deciding how it didn’t really matter. “It’s you they’re staring at. They’re just wondering who I am to be here with you.” You dismissed shyly, chewing the inside of your cheek. “And frankly, Kachan… so am I.”

He smiled, and you, without knowing how else you should respond, stilled in suspense until potentially prompted to move.

You were nervous enough around him from before without him acting so strangely, without him giving you those unfamiliar yet somewhat pleasant smiles you hadn’t even seen him use when addressing his fans on TV.

You would even go so far as to say he seemed to be admiring you. Or… you wouldn’t really know what to call it.

A blush of drunkenness rouged his cheeks and sugared his eyes after the third glass of wine, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d noticed the same had happened to you.

You were a cute drunk, he thought. While a small quirk played in the corner of his lips on account of the heavy hoods pulled on over your eyes, and how your lips struggled to keep close and instead formed a pout so kissable, he was struggling not to reach over and take the offer.

But, not wanting to scare you away, he exercised restraint. On your behalf, because fuck knows you wouldn’t have done or said anything to stop him. He can see it on you even now. You haven’t got it in you. You never have. And you probably never will.

He asked you about your things. Knowing how you’ve heard about him from the news and every other channel and platform. Acting like your answers somewhat surprised him even though he’s been keeping close tabs on you as the media has on him. Probably even more so.

You’d put on a dress for him. It was nothing special compared to what he’d seen others wear at hero galas, but the thought alone was sweeter and more intoxicating than the wine in his glass.

To think, he could just lift the frill and see you. Touch you. Feel you. He probably would have if he were still your bully, but over the expanse of his hero training, he’d realized he wasn’t any such silly thing as your enemy.

No… Pro-Hero Dynamight may have his admirers and his foes, but as for the man behind the mask.

Bakugou Katsuki,

is your number-one fan.

And he wasn’t embarrassed by it anymore. He wanted you to know it, wanted to smother you with it. He loved you. He wanted you. He needed you.

And he’d make sure no one else would dare even think about taking you from him.

And he’d make sure the thought wouldn’t dare cross your mind either.

He announced your relationship in interviews, had it written on all his platforms, and told every single one of his pining fans. It hadn’t even been a week since you met, and he’d already claimed you before the world, and you…

Well, you didn’t really know what the fuck you were doing.

You’d been ambushed and stormed into surrender before you even knew what was happening. All that was left now was to try and… well… make peace with it.

Kachan was like a new person. You were unsure whether that was a fact or just you trying to convince yourself you don’t feel his old self in how he brazenly puts his hands on you. Having you swallow your own shaky breaths as he wraps his heavy, hefty, muscled arms around your much smaller body.

Or how you fear being bitten, swallowing your heart, when he leans down to kiss you.

Even now, a week into your relationship, you’re still on edge. Awkwardly regarding yourself in his bathroom mirror. The one-week anniversary present he’d gotten for you lying open on the glass counter.

Pretty shades of chiffon were still left inside the expensive box as you’d taken its primary contents and layered your naked self with them.

Dewdrops from your shower disturbed your reflection. Though within the streaks you’d made with your hand, anyone could see how clearly uncomfortable you were. Dressed in the new set of clothes he’d gotten you.

Or…

Clothes was a generous term for it as it was nothing more than silky lingerie.

Rich red lined your skin in sexy floral patterns as the sheer lace perfectly caressed your curves in expensive designer you could never afford and transparent in a way you would never dare buy for yourself even if you could.

And along with the looming disorienting surreal understanding that your childhood bully was no doubt expecting to fuck you tonight, your chest felt tight, and your head was so horridly hot, reeling with memories, flashes in the reflection of the mirror staring back at you. Times you’d cry your eyes out for hours looking at yourself because the boy on the opposite side of the door had you convinced you were the ugliest thing in the entire world.

The dinner you’d shared together earlier must have made you sick since you could taste blood on your tongue, or perhaps it was just the hopeless situation. Nevertheless, you feared that if you left the safety of the bathroom now, you might just vomit from the fever. Or faint-

“You pass out in there?” Came a loud knock on the door, shaking you from your thoughts and reminding you to breathe again. “Come on out, I wanna see you. I don’t care if it’s a little tight.” He ordered, in a voice similar to the schoolyard punk that sometimes still haunts your dreams. Though now belonged to the man he’d grown into, the one waiting for you on his bed just behind the door.

You bit your lip, brows crinkling, a small sigh leaving you in the pitiful form of a whimper before you swallowed a mixture of pride and anxiety. Ripping your gaze from yourself, you made to unlock the door and reveal yourself.

You couldn’t look at him, but looking down at yourself was equally embarrassing, where you stood nearly naked in the nippy air of his bedroom while he, still fully dressed with suit and tie, sat patiently or impatiently waiting for you to come closer.

“Fuck-” He groaned, his tongue gracing the top row of his teeth as his eyes drank in the pretty sight of your perfect body all dressed up for him.

You were too pretty to be this shy. But then again, that was probably his fault.

“Come ‘ere.” He urged, wringing his blazer off and loosening his tie before throwing it to the single chair placed in the corner of the room, keenly watching as you took your small cautious steps until you were just within reach, where his hands hungrily pounced for you.

His hot course fingers touched your skin with greed. Grabbing into your soft flesh, he pulled you to him. Having no reservations about what and how he touched, as his entire hand squeezed your ass like you were playdough.

“Sit.” He ordered while tugging you down on his lap. His thick arm wrapped around your waist as you sat on him like Santa. Fingering the straps of lace at your hip, he stared at your cute nipples through the see-through lace of your bra.

He popped open the first few buttons to his dark burgundy shirt, finding himself getting hotter, and you had to bite your lip at how tight the smooth silk of it was around his muscles and how warm he was against your naked skin.

He hugged you closer against his chest, and your breathing thinned again into a tiny gasp, making him show teeth. “So skittish-” He chuckled, his voice softly amused while kneading your thigh in his toasty and textured palm. “You still afraid I'm gonna push you around like back in middle school?” He asked with a grin, his hot breath fanning against your neck while his lips ghosted the peachfuzz of your cheek.

You fidgeted with your hands on your lap, squeezing your thighs tighter together. Eyes bashfully staring down at the large bruise-knuckled paw petting your knee. Scars littered it like a cutting board.

“Come on…” He drawled as his hand lifted, leaving your thigh cold in its absence, where he made to handle your chin and cheek for you to look at him. “I ain't that shitty anymore, am I?”

You wiggled a bit on account of his raw ruby-red eyes connecting with your shy gaze. Ears on fire since teased by the smooth tone his voice had slipped into, surprised by how it slithered around your pounding heart and pooled in your gut and tickled your cunt where you sat on the bump on his slacks that only hardened the more you squirmed.

“No need to be scared, princess. I don’t bite like I used to. I promise~” He blew against your lips. “I've matured.”

The nickname princess sounded so similar to something else he used to call you. The memory of it taking an equal toll on your body as his touches, further making you shiver on goosebumps while his hand dipped from caressing your face to stroking the soft skin of your neck. Slipping between the valley of your breasts until he settled for cupping one of the two in his hand. Playing with the lace while teasing the visible nipple beneath, smiling once it perked beneath his fingertips.

“You've matured too, huh?” He added, his lips at your ear, ticklish and warm, making your head drum, a tiny squeak leaving you once he flicked your earlobe with his tongue. “You used to look like a little boy before.” He laughed, and you bounced and swallowed thickly as his hand dropped down to your lap again. This time close to your panty, where your thigh was fattest and most sensitive.

The other hand remained at your hip and pulled you even tighter against him while the former stroked the plush chunk of flesh, visibly getting drunk on your softness where his breath had become rugged with restraint.

“I mean, I didn't even think of you as a girl before you started wearing those cute little school skirts.” He reminisced.

Elementary school…

When new uniforms separated boys from girls and you from him.

“You fucked us up with that, y'know?” He scolded, giving you a harder squeeze. “You were one of the guys, and then, boom-” He tsked. “Suddenly, such a tease.”

Your brows furled as your lips pursed into a pout, while your stomach started to fold in all types of uneasy ways by the even darker shift in his tone.

“Too pretty to play in the mud.” He scoffed in a whisper, his nose bumping your temple as you bowed your head even lower, swallowing thickly while suppressing the familiar urge to cry and beg him to stop. Almost expecting him to bite you. “Too pretty for me.”

“Ow-” His hands pinched you just a bit too recklessly, and you popped up from your seat on his lap with a jolt and a wince.

“Sorry.” He offered lazily, keeping his hold on you.

Spreading his thighs, he pulled you between them.

“It’s hard to control myself.” He excused, his hands lowering on your waist as he leveled his head with your belly before crouching forward to cuddle you with his cheek. “You're just so fucking perfect.” He mumbled while giving the pinch mark on your thigh a kiss, his stubble scratching the delicate skin found there.

His words made your head ache, splitting you between contradicting emotions for him, tormenting you to the point that tears pooled in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks, dripping onto his shirt.

“Don’t cry.” He murmured while his warm worn thick fingers snaked about in between your spread legs and dragged heavily up the thin fabric protecting your cunt.

And despite everything, you still moaned out, though a somewhat feeble whine. And he voiced in another rumbling tone soaked with lust he no longer could contain.

“Let me make it up to you.”

You were a second later thrown down on your back with a bounce on the bed, where he undid the intricacies of your lace-up in a matter of split-felt moments like the single beat of your galloping heart.

“I know you don’t trust me.” He added amidst the heat of his actions. “But I love you, princess-” He urged while kneeling near the bed-end, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. “And I’m gonna prove it to you.”

No part of you was ready for him, but at the same time, all of you were too accepting. With the moan that spilled from your chest like overfilled honeycomb and how your hands stilled in surrender at the feel of his hot eager tongue meeting your cunt.

His spikey ashen hair tickled your thighs as the stubble on his chin and cheeks lightly scratched you with every word of worship his lips mouthed into your core. And your chest arched off the bed as you lost your mind to what you’d gotten yourself into.

Torn between fear of him and lust for him, wondering if you had any pride left in you whatsoever or if he’d finally tightened the chokehold and squeezed it free of any life.

His tongue focused on your clit as he raised a hand between you, filling you with one of his thick fingers. Smirking against your heat at the feel of you clenching on him.

He saw you grip the sheets in tiny fists and looked up to see you trying to hide your embarrassment in his pillows. Chuckling, he added another finger and listened to you whimper out a moan with an involuntary buck of your hips.

He began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt with his free hand, bottom to the top, wrestling it off with somewhat of a handicapped struggle. Growing impatient as he moved down to unzip himself, pulling down the restraints before tugging on his own needy arousal. With precum spilling in pearls from his head, the pent-up beast sprung with a surge against his abs as he jerked himself and continuously gorged on you.

He dropped his pants and boxers entirely as he made to crawl on top of you, sloppy kisses laid in wet trails up your body while his fingers slipped from your cunt so both hands could grab into your soft thighs and spread them to each side of his torso until you felt the weight of his throbbing cock bob against your belly.

You looked down to see it blushed red and wet with arousal, swollen into a threat and pumped to attack you. He noticed your stare and how he made you squirm, prompting him to grab your chin and have you look up at him instead.

You were the tiniest thing beneath him. And under the shade of his dark red eyes, you had your heart in your throat as well as a never-ending thrum of whimpers.

“You ready for me, princess?” He asked with a kiss to your lips, smeared wet across your cheek to nip at your neck.

And though you were anything but certain, you still made to tell him what he wanted to hear. But, with his hot mouth softly biting all the weak spots on your throat, you could only hum in return. However, managing to give a slight nod while your hands lifted from the sheets. Caressing the warm toughness topping you, your gentle fingers slid over the toned muscles of his back, tangling themselves into the short ashen locks at his neck while your legs wrapped around his torso.

All in an effort to tell him yes, as you were all but rendered speechless by the delicate way he handled you.

You were as cute and timid with humility as always, he thought, like a breath of fresh air and clear blue skies after breaching the rubble and smoke of battle.

He cupped your breast in one hand, teasing your nipple between his thumb and index, and grabbed himself with the other. Rubbing his cockhead over your pearl and dipping in between your folds.

He pushed inside, and you whined, tensing at the stretch, and he stopped as though worried.

“You okay?” He asked, and your heart leaped while he messaged your hip in encouragement until you relaxed again before continuing.

He dug his hands into your thighs, spreading you wider as he bottomed out inside you. And your toes curled with your moan as you clenched around him, his teeth gritting at the tight fit while groaning right at your ear.

“Fuck-” He sighed, his lips ghosting your cheekbones as his eyes scanned your pretty face. Hugging onto him with your hands, with your legs pulling him closer. Moaning so sweetly, small little mews just for him.

He could never get enough of those sounds.

He was going to wait at least a month. He figured that would be enough time. Enough time to make all the right moves. He was going to date you, breed you, reunite you with his parents, reintroduce himself to yours, have you move in with him, and then endgame.

But with the ring box in the drawer right next to the bed, he thought he might as well…

There was no way you’d say no anyway.

You’ve already let him get this far.

There is just no way…

No way you’d dare.

tip-jar: Kofi

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imaginekhaos · 2 years

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Thinking about Bully!Bakugo and Chubby!Reader with glasses

Minors DNI 18+

Everyone mentioned is of adult age, meaning 18 or older. I am imagining UA as more of a collage setting.

Warnings: obsessive behavior, name calling, dacryphilia, very hateful Bakugo.

Bully!Bakugo who fell in love with you the first time he got a look at you. The way your thick thighs spill ever so slightly over your thigh high socks and the way the buttons on your shirt were strained enough that he could just make out the color/pattern of your bra, drove him insane. Love might be a strong word, obsessed might be a better term, either way he knew that you were his and his alone.

Bully!Bakugo whose sharp smile alone sends your heart into a panicked rhythm. You’ve never met someone whose grin looks so predatory.

Bully!Bakugo who would scare off anyone who even looked in your direction, especially if they thought they could bully you just because he did. No, that was his privilege. You were his prey.

Bully!Bakugo who is borderline obsessed with making you cry. He loves seeing big fat tears roll down your chubby cheeks as he whispers raunchy and mean things in your ear while he has you cornered in the hallway.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing a skirt like that to school. It’s like you’re asking to get fucked. Is that what my little piggy wants?”

“Are you sure you want to be a hero, y/n? I just don’t think someone as dumb as you should be setting their sights so high. I’d hate to see you fail.”

“Aww are you already crying, y/n? I haven’t even said anything mean yet. Go ahead, my little cry baby. You know I love it when you cry for me.”

Along with other countless mean things.

Bully!Bakugo who gets paired up with you as a study partner and spends the entire time you’re together pinching and squeezing your hips and thighs when you get an answer wrong or can’t remember where you were at in the reading. “I guess you have to learn the hard way. Luckily I’m very good at teaching like that.”

Bully!Bakugo who decides to bend you over his dorm desk and fucks you till you’re a babbling and drooling on the hard surface. And now that you’ve let him fuck you dumb once, he’s going to do it every chance he gets.

“Who knew my little cry baby was such a useless cocksleeve?”

Bully!Bakugo who uses the poor grade you received on the group project– the same one he spent fucking you stupid and making sure you never got any actual work done on– as an excuse to have more “study sessions” together. You were always hopeful enough to bring textbooks even though you knew you’d spend the whole time with his thick cock pounding your fat pussy.

“You should just drop out, y/n. At this rate you’ll never learn anything. You’re being so selfish wasting my time like this, and after all the hard work I’ve been putting into our tutoring. Just look at the stupid faces you’re making.”

Bully!Bakugo who never pulls out. You better hope you stay on the pill because Katsuki it going to fuck every ounce of cum into your womb. After all you should be thankful for such “valuable seed” In fact he won’t let you leave any study session without fucking a load or two into you.

Bully!Bakugo whose second favorite pastime (besides making you cry) is cumming on your face and all over your big round glasses. Seeing the white spunk on your face and glasses drives him insane. Especially with how the frames sit crooked on your face from the rough fucking he just gave it. You manage to look so cute and innocent with his cum drying on your flushed face, eyes wide behind thick rims.

Bully!Bakugo who makes sure to take photos of your debauched face and text them to the squad group chat, making you read all their hateful and perverted comments out loud while you sit on his cock

Part 2

#bnha smut #bnha #bnha bakugou #mha #mha smut #my hero academia #bakugo smut #bakugo x y/n #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fanfiction #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bully!bakugo #bully bakugo

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35c4p15t · 4 months

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Powerless (Yandere!Bully x Reader)

E.g. Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi/Touya Todoroki (BNHA), Gojo Satoru (JJK)

CW: yandere, referenced bullying, verbal abuse, pet names (doll, love, sweetheart), nonconsensual kissing and dry-humping

NSFW- MDNI

Arrogance first compelled him to approach you, entranced by your demeanor, before immaturity pushed him to insult and assault you, angered by your initial indifference towards him. Interactions thereafter snowballed as his intrigue evolved into infatuation, which soured into possessiveness, until his role in your life was that of an abusive, toxic, unpredictable bully. Despite wishing things were better, he'd play any role if it meant hogging your attention and scaring others away from you.

Cornering you was concerningly easy; even after all he'd put you through, your efforts to avoid him were pitifully easy to overcome. “Miss me, sweetheart?" Panic was written all over your face as you turned to look at him. Jolting away from him, about to run, he catches your arm, securing you next to him. Where you should be. “Where you goin', doll?" Squirming in his grip, you manage to plead, “Away from you. Please, let me go." It hurts, that you're always so desperate to get away from him. “You wound me, love," he smirks, masking his actual feelings, as usual. “I jus' wanna spend some time with my favourite person, don't you?" He tugged you closer to him, pressing his toned chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your front, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. “I am your favourite person, right, sweetheart?" His breath tickled your ear uncomfortably, causing you to wiggle in his grasp. “Careful, love, you're gonna make me excited." You cease movement immediately, eyes brimming with tears. He notices, sighing in disappointment. “C'mon, doll, lemme take you somewhere nice, yeah?"

Confused, but powerless to resist, he forces you into his car. “P-please, I don't want to go anywhere… with you." He stares at you, overwhelmed: enraged by your disinclination, frustrated at his own distreatment of you, and desperate to keep you with him. Consequently, he shoves you into the back of his car, climbing in after you, closing the door behind him before crawling over you, distressing you as you attempted to shuffle away.

Undeterred, high on adrenaline, and too elated that you were finally beneath him to think clearly, he grabs your face- unintentionally harsh in his haste- and you whimper, immediately flailing under him in distress, becoming more frantic while he lowered his face, his nose brushing against yours as he planted his lips on yours. Frenzied, you started thrashing, prompting him to drop his body, weighing you down, and briefly lift his mouth to murmur in a husky, confident tone, “Don't bother, doll, you can't stop me." “N-no! Please, I'll go wherever you want, b-but, please don't do this!" “Oh, but you've upset me now, love. Make it up to me, yeah? Just relax, sweetheart." Returning to kissing you, smirking when you stopped writhing, instead laying limp, tears flowing down heated cheeks. His free hand snaked down your body, finding and squeezing your ass while he pushed his tongue into your mouth, and his leg forced itself between your thighs to begin grinding against you. Feeling a hardness pressing on your thigh reignited your anxiety, however, struggling under him simply pleased him, groaning hotly into your mouth. Pressing his leg harder against you, the hand holding you face in place dug warningly into your cheeks before sliding down to your chest, groping- selfishly, so hard you flinched in pain- his breathing quickening, almost heavily panting on your face, withdrawing his mouth from yours momentarily to mutter near nonsense, “You're mine, I own you, sweetheart. No-one else loves you, doll, you're nothin' without me."

Despite hearing his words numerous times since he started harassing you, it still stung. Dejected, you turned your head, unable to face your tormentor, now also molester. You felt sick. Swept up in his own pleasure, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, mouth open, licking, kissing, biting at the sensitive skin there. His hips accelerated, hand roaming your body, grabbing, squeezing, and rubbing as he pleased, until he buried his teeth possessively into your neck, sighing through his teeth, jerking against you a few more times before he stilled, panting in your ear for a moment. Eyes screwed shut- burning from crying- and stomach aching with disgust, you felt more shame, repulsion, and powerless than ever. “Least you're not completely useless, huh, doll?"

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tabbyrocks · 7 months

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one thing I don't see talked about enough is how much better prototype Bakugo is compared to current bakugo.

I mourn the loss of prototype bakugo EVERY. DAY. he would of been funny. and not actually an asshole.

but most importantly, he would have been autistic coded.

HE COULD HAVE BEEN. AUTISTIC.

#bnha #mha #anti bakugo #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki #also it would make bakudeku significantly better #and before you say “b-b-b--b-b--but izukus trauma!! it would never work!!”#dont act like izukus trauma ever gets acknowledged in anything other then bakugos character.#and if its that important #then make it so izuku was still bullied #by other kids. side characters.#and just an idea #but maybe prototype bakugo just never really stood up for him and feels guilt in that way instead #could of been childhood best friends that fell out or somthing #like there are so many possibilities. but we got “asshole that bullied him for a decade”#mha critical #bnha critical

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bluerosety-blog · 8 months

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Dudebros really thought Deku would hate Katsuki because of the bullying, meanwhile this mf folded as soon as he saw him crying and told him his quirk was given to him! 😭 Izuku is Kacchan's #1 fan! 😌🤭

#bakudeku #my hero academia #bkdk #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #The bullying was wrong but Katsuki has changed and had shown his regrets #He really cares for Izuku and wants to be by his side #Izuku would defend his Kacchan 😌

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thecuriousquest · 11 months

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You Know You Love it Part One

Yandere!Bully KiriBaku x Reader

Warnings: Bullying, bondage, violence, degradation, masturbation, masochism

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Today is a bit different. You wake up, put on your glasses, get dressed, have a quick bite to eat, and then head to class. You’re early as always by thirty minutes.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turn around to see who’s invading your personal bubble. It’s someone you don’t even know. You can’t remember if you’ve ever even met this guy before.

He shoves your back into the locker before you can question him, hard. It knocks the breath out of you.

This boy gets up in your face and hisses, “I heard you do people’s homework. Looks like it’s my lucky day.”

You sputter and wriggle around in his grasp, but his hands don’t falter as they keep you pinned to the metal lockers. “I’m not doing your fucking homework!” Feistiness pumps through your veins, giving you enough energy to try to fight off his strong grip.

“You will do it, or I’ll beat you every day until you do,” he threatens.

You close your eyes. His breath smells awful. You could vomit right in his ugly face.

Out of nowhere, you don’t feel his hands on you anymore. Peering through your glasses, you see Katsuki and Eijiro pull him off of you and push him to the floor.

“Picking on our little mouse, hu? That’s our job,” Kirishima tells him while Bakugou delivers a hefty kick to the boy’s stomach.

“We. Own. Her.” Every word is accentuated with a stomp to his corpse.

The redhead and blonde finish up beating this guy, and your heart flutters at the masculine energy they emit. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, attempting to create a bit of friction.

Kirishima turns to you and pulls you by your hand. He seems as though he’s checking you over for any bruises, but he never asks if you’re okay. “You’re so weak and helpless,” is all he says as he finds a bruise on your wrist.

It’s Katsuki who is more determined to get this message through your head. Taking a chunk of your hair in his grip, he pulls you in close. “Why did you have to go and get bruised by some fucking extra? Hu? Can’t even fend for yourself? Fucking pathetic. Bruising you is our right, nobody else’s. You got that?” His gruff voice sends shivers down your spine.

You want to moan. By God do you want to let such a naughty sound escape your mouth. Your scalp burns horribly in his punishing hold, but it hurts so good you can’t even comprehend why.

“Fuck off, Bakugou!” Is what comes out of your defiant mouth instead.

It’s Eijiro who gives you a malicious chuckle. He puts a hand on his best friend’s shoulder and tells him, “How can such a little nerd have such a big mouth?”

“Beats me, but we oughta do something about it.” His grin grows wider with an idea.

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They use the tie from your school uniform to bind you to the shower head. Frightened yet completely turned on by what’s about to happen, you struggle to fight your way out of the situation your loud mouth got you into.

“Please, don’t do this. Kirishima, Bakugou, you don’t have to do this. Please?!”

You watch Bakugou reach for the faucet right behind you. “Don’t you do it! Don’t you dare fucking do it! Gah!”

Cold water rushes over your skin, drenching your clothes. It shocks you, and for a few seconds, you forget to breathe. Then, you’re crying out pleas for them to turn off the shower because the temperature is biting through your flesh as it saturates your uniform. You stomp your feet, you pull on your binds, and you beg at the top of your lungs, but they just watch you with amusement on their faces.

The utter dominance. It riles you up.

It’s sickening how this kind of shit gets you off. You never know what to think about it. How can your tormentors make you want to fall to your knees and masturbate until you’re so exhausted that you fall into a mini coma? That’s probably what you’re going to do when you get off to this little scene later on tonight if you’re being honest with yourself.

The frigid water washes you horribly, making you tremble. They love to talk about you like you’re not even there.

“I guess we should turn it off now,” Kirishima says.

The ash blonde shrugs. “Give it another minute.”

By the time they turn the water off, your teeth are chattering. You have slight burns from where your wet tie rubbed against your wrist, but you don’t pay any attention to it as you try to warm up your arms. Shaking and rubbing your long sleeve shirt is all you can do to try to gather warmth.

“Aw, look at her, Kirishima. She looks so cute, like a little mouse caught in the rain.”

The redhead walks over to you and brushes your chin with his knuckles, making you look up at him.

“Learn your lesson?”

“Y-y-yes,” you barely manage in your current state.

“That’s adorable.” He laughs at you.

They both laugh at you.

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You have just enough time to run back to your dorm and change into a new uniform. Your hair is still wet, and you’re afraid you might catch a cold, but your grades are much more important than your health.

Hating having to rush, you make it back to class just in time for the bell to ring.

Katsuki and Eijiro corner you at your desk and demand their homework. You comply, giving them the papers that will ensure a good grade.

They leave you with that fluttering feeling in your wet pussy.

#my hero acedamia #yandere #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo my hero academia #yandere katsuki bakugou #bully bakugou #yandere kirishima #yandere kiribaku #bnha eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima #triggering content #bullying

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