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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

<Katsuki Bakugou Masterlist>

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Misreable - Bully!Bakugou x reader

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

One day he takes it too far and you snap in front of everyone. And he can’t do anything but watch as you loose your fucking shit.

Angst, bullying, suicide mentions, suicide threatening, bakugou gets what he deserves, lots of cussing, violence

I been wanting to write this for a while but I couldn’t figure out the format. I hate this sm but Lmk if yall want a part 2 in the comments.

The hate between you and Bakugou was not complicated. He was a bully, you were his victim. Simple as that.

Bakugou would go out of his way to fuck with you every single day without fail. You had started to hate school because of it. You only had two classes with him and yet he decided to target you out of everyone else.

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

“Watch where your fucking going, stone-blind bitch.” He spat at you. He bumped into you, you had even tried to move over for him. But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

You continued on with your day like always, ignoring the harrassment you faced. UA was a guarentee to a successful life, like an infinate amount of money to a grocery store. With UA on your resume, your dream job was yours. So you bare through it, you only had two years left, including this one. You can survive.

Others caught onto what Bakugou was doing and began to isolate and bully you too. He was one of the most popular boys so that immediately made you a weird kid. They laughed and giggled when Bakugou harrassed you. You could still survive.

Atleast you thought you could but your patience is running thin. The last piece of rope twitched as you come back to the lunchroom from the bathroom to find Bakugou and his goons snickering at you.

You sat at a single seat lunch table, one on the more sucluded side of the lunchroom. You had work to do, always. With all the AP classes you took, knowing damn well you’d be screwed, the work load never ended. You needed that extra credit though and nothing was gonna stop you from passing those classes, not even the bully that occupies them.

Thats why when you looked down at the summative 5 page essay you had been working on smeared with the expensive ass milkshake you got at the small cafe next door, you lost your fucking shit.

The whole lunch room had gone quiet, reduced to static in your mind. It was ruined. You knew you shouldn’t have done it on paper. You should’ve just told your professor your computer was in the shop and it’d be late. You should’ve just went to the library and worked on the sticky computers there. You shouldn’t have just went with paper even if you like it better anyway.

On top of your report was a note written in clean, cursive handwriting. Handwriting you knew as Bakugou’s.

Maybe if you used all the money you spent on stupid shit like this milkshake, you could afford to get a computer.

just as you finished reading the note a flash or liquid was thrown straight at you.

Bakugou came over to you with a cup of bright colored juice and pretended to trip just to throw it right into your face.

“Oops.”

You hated him. You wanted him to die. You were going to kill him.

The whole lunch room was watching. They pointed and giggled with their friends. Some put their hand over their mouths with a gasp. They looked to their friends for approval to laugh. You were humiliated.

His friends cackled loudly in the back, slapping each other and jumping around. The liquid seeped into the s/c t-shirt you wore, leaving an undeniable stain like a scar after a war. It told everyone what just happened to you.

You hated yourself. You wanted to die. You were going to kill yourself.

You snapped. You didn’t know when your body started to move from the drunken feeling of adrenaline. Your fist slamming against his chiseled jawline sobered you up.

The wind up and deliver almost threw you to the floor. You put everything into that punch; your pain, your embarrasment, your tolerance, your suffering, and most of all: your anger.

The sound of your fist reverbed through the lunchroom. The laugher was gone. There were gasps, then there was silence. Dead silence.

The strength of the punch made him stumble backaway from you. He held his cheek in his palm as he looked up at you with a look of surprise and fury. He had no time to block since it was so spontaneous. His cheek began to swell.

The look of bloody murder would’ve made you shit your pants normally. Something about the act of pure revenge coursed through your veins.

“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!” Your scream bounced off the wall into everybodys ears. “For all my years of highschool you have hurt me and insulted me! You made my life a living hell! And you wont even tell me what the fuck I did wrong!”

Tears began to well up in your eyes but you swallowed them down to continue your speech. “And I know why you won’t tell me, YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW!” You stepped closer to him to scream the last part in his face.

You pushed him back, he let you. “For YEARS ive been waiting for you to get bored and leave me the fuck alone but you just WONT. I don’t know why the hell you do this to me but I’ll tell you one thing,” you shoved an accusing finger in his face. As you met his fiery eyes you yelled at the top of your lungs: “GROW. THE FUCK. UP.”

The push him back again, he lets you once more. “We’re about to graduate and your going out of your way to fuck with ME! Tellin me I dont have friends, YOU LEFT ALL THE FRIENDS THAT CARE ABOUT YOU! Now your with a whole bunch of fakes that talk shit about you when your not around. YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS TOO! Friends care about you! And NOT ONE, and I mean NOT ONE of your fucky ass hype master ‘friends’ over there give a single fucks ass about you.”

Your voice lowered, “You might be popular but you are fucking insignificant. You’re a sadistic asshole who makes everyone around them MISREABLE!”

Everything from the past 2 years pours out of you like rainfall and you can’t stop it. You want him to feel how you feel. Embarrased and isolated. You want him to feel like a fuck up just like he makes you feel. And he lets you, too shocked to even say anything.

Tears finally pour out of your eyes but you keep pushing. This was your chance and you were not gonna drop it.

You balled up his shirt and dragged him down to meet his widened eyes. His face twistsd with a look that said he was out for blood. He looked astonished where he was petrified to the floor.

He watched the tears fall down your face with his eyes bulging. “You make me misreable.” You spit through gritted teeth. “You make me want to give up and just end it all.” His eyes widen even more at this and his face twists into something sour, like he bit into a lemon of truth and self awarness.

You lower your voice to speak in a clear tone that only he could hear. “And if I do end up just jumping off a building or taking 3 whole bottles of pills or maybe even slitting my wrist, I want you to remember that this was your fault. That you pushed me to this. No one else but you and your influence. And I hope you take it to the grave and die on that hill cause the way that things are looking, I will too.”

The next thing you remember you were pulled away by staff into the office. You were suspended for a week.

You were not excited to go back to school.

[touyastearss]

These Violent Delights (Bully!Bakugou x F!Reader)

Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader

WARNING: noncon, humiliation, slapping, bullying, blowjobs, possessive behaviour, AGED UP characters

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'Let 'em down softly', right?

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Never in your life had you questioned the efficiency of your hearing quite so much.

"What?"

You pulled out your second earbud, just in case the music that you had on lowest volume had been blasting in your ear so loud it had somehow interfered with your comprehension.

"You heard me", the man in front of you accused, eyes narrowing as he glared down at you,   "So are you gonna answer then?". You could sense the impatience and irritation in his words from a mile off, so being stood unnaturally close to him didn't help ease how uncomfortable and nervous you felt.

"I uh….I'm really sorry, Bakugou...I just… I don't feel the need to date anyone at the moment". You cringed at how hesitant and unconvincing the words came out, despite the blatant truth behind them. It seemed as though you were trying to make excuses to the blond man in front of you, but though that wasn't the case at all, you just couldn't help feeling guilty for saying no. "Not that...Not that I don't appreciate it though, I just have other things to focus on, and I'm sure you're a lovely guy but I-"

'It's fine", his gruff voice cut you off from your desperate attempt at consolation. You scanned his face sceptically, and felt a bit of relief when you saw he truly looked unbothered. Should you really feel relieved? Or should you be mildly offended at the implications? Either way, you were now feeling awkward, so you stuffed your notes into your bag, and threw on your coat.

"Well, I guess I'll see you next week then so uh….have a good weekend." You flashed a quick smile, awkward but genuine. He responded with a grunt, and you headed out the door, cheeks slightly flushed.

~~~

Work was surprisingly dull that weekend, and you found yourself lazing around with your friend, Midoriya, who’s cheerful attitude and wild stories always left you entertained. You were used to a bit of a crowd, the diner you worked at was far from secluded, and definitely advertised itself well with bright neon signs, as if it had come straight out of a cheap hollywood film set in the 50's. But the typical red seats were empty today, with the exception of one booth in the corner, where a small family sat enjoying their meal. Though the sound of the bell on the door told you you’d soon be having an extra table. You turned at the ringing and put on your best smile to welcome the customers, but found it faltering slightly at the sight of the quartet in front of you. Though you didn't know them all personally, you'd seen more than enough of the infamous group: Denki, Sero, Kirishima, and unmistakably, Bakugou.

"Yo, Y/N right? Fancy seeing you here”, Denki’s voice was painfully loud above the calmness of the diner. “You got a spare table anywhere?” He gave you a playful smile, eyes darting round the empty diner, as he raised his eyebrows at your unimpressed silence. You cleared your throat and motioned to the table at the opposite end of the family, with a soft “Yeah, follow me”.

You walked quickly, almost stiffly, your shoes clicking in a steady rhythm as you passed by the other tables, feeling the scrutinising gazes on your back, and trying your best to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You’d always had a strong distaste of your uniform, no doubt there to cater to the many regulars that were friends of your boss, a sleazy, greasy middle aged man that looked like he’d come straight off of some sort of wanted list. But he paid well, which was all you needed.

They all sat down at the table, and you waited until they'd all settled in to start your routined monologue: menus were at the side, sauces and cutlery was provided in the holders at the end of the table, if you had any issues kindly ask your waiter or waitress, and would you like to try today's special? A unified "No" was your answer, though you hadn't been expecting any different; throwing cheap chillies on a burger and raising the price by half didn't seem too appealing to you either, so there were no hard feelings. You nodded, telling them you'd be back in a few minutes to take orders for drinks, and quickly hurried off to the counter where plates stood to be served. Truthfully, you'd never been more grateful to your boss for his impatient shouting, as it earned you a quick distraction from the nerves you could feel bubbling in your stomach.

A momentary pleasure of course, because whilst the kind smiles of the family of four you served were enough to bring warmth to your heart and a smile to your face, turning back to face the table at the back proved to do the opposite.

"Are you ready to order?", the faux smile on your face was uncomfortable as you avoided the gaze of any of the men in front of you, eyes flicking between the table and your notepad in a mildly unprofessional manner. You scribbled the orders down quickly, ready to make your leave once again before being physically held back by the redhead with a bright smile on his face.

"Woah, no need to rush off so soon! You can’t have that much to do in here" He was right, you had absolutely nothing to do other than rearrange the ornaments on the counter, but you held back a sigh as you looked back down to him. Kirishima gave you a bright smile and let go of your sleeve, leaning back into his seat as he waited a few seconds to speak, much to your annoyance.

"So how long have you been working here then?", a surprisingly normal question that you answered with little hesitation.

"2 years.” Short and simple, no need for details. He hummed lightly, before creating a string of questions that you answered in a similar fashion, and made you feel like you were being interrogated more than having a conversation. You glanced around every few seconds to hope you were needed elsewhere but un fortunately, it didn't seem like you were; there were no new customers, and you were sure Midoriya would have no issue with handling any of the smaller tasks as you unwillingly entertained your customers, as your boss had instructed you to so many times before. And you must have been very entertaining, because every time Kirishima nodded his head, or gave a slightly over-enthusiastic "Yeah?" or "Really?", Sero and Denki seemed to burst into a fit of childish giggles as they looked at each other across the table, their snickers causing your cheeks to flame. You reached the conclusion that Kirishima’s innocent-sounding questions were part of some big inside joke between the four of them- though Bakugou seemed anything but amused- and hurriedly excused yourself from the table in embarrassment.

“Woah, woah, Y/N what’s wrong?” firm hands reached out to steady you as you rushed round the corner, almost slamming into Midoriya, who was busy refilling the fridge. You shook your head, sighing.

“Table 9” you answered simply, and Midoriya boldly peered out from behind the wall, motion pausing as you could only assume he made eye contact with one of the four.

“When did they come in?” he asked, a look of frustration on his face. You knew Midoriya didn’t have a good history with the four of them, particularly Bakugou, which had actually been one of the main reasons you’d turned him down so hastily that day.

“Like five minutes ago, and they’ve barely even done anything so far, but they just make me uncomfortable , y’know?” Midoriya nodded solemnly,

“Did you say something to Bakugou?”, Midoriya questioned, looking down at you with furrowed brows. You shook your head.

“No, actually, he didn’t say anything . It was kinda weird”, you commented, equally as confused.

“Well he was staring right over here, looked like he wanted to fucking kill me or something. Wouldn’t be the first time though”, Midoriya scoffed, the plate in his hand coming into contact with the shelf a little too harshly as he spoke, and you felt a pang of pity in your heart as you looked down at him, though you knew he wouldn’t appreciate it if he saw.

Why had Bakugou been glaring? You assumed he was still a little annoyed from your encounter earlier that week, though you couldn’t really blame him. Looking back, you might have been a little too harsh, maybe a little rude, even, but he had seemed alright with it at the time, so why would he suddenly be mad about it? You sighed, deciding that it most likely had nothing to do with you, and that Bakugou had probably just fallen into one of his notorious bad moods.

“Everything okay with your meals?” Midoriya had offered to be the one to check up on the table, and you’d never felt more grateful to him in your life. As he walked up to the table, Sero greeted him with a nod. Kirishima turned too, eyes trailing past Midoriya to where you stood, trying to act as if you were busy with something.

“Y/N not want speak to us anymore? What did I do?”, you could hear the fake pout in his voice without seeing him through the reflection of the glass beside you, but you ignored it completely and continued your miniscule task with as much effort as possible.

“She’s a bit busy at the moment, sorry”, Midoriya waited patiently beside the table as he spoke. You knew he never really spoke to any of the four when he had the choice, but you noticed the way he pretty much ignored Bakugou completely.

“Midoriya, haven’t seen much of you in a while” Denki commented with a smile as he looked up at the man in front of him.

“Uh yeah, I’ve been training a lot recently”, you watched as Midoriya responded calmly, and as he spoke you took in his form, acknowledging just how true what he’d said was.

Midoriya had been training a lot more over the last few months, and it was evident in his build. He had certainly grown in more than one way since you’d met him; he was stronger, mentally - more sure of himself and his abilities, but he’d also grown bigger . A lot bigger. Had you not known him as well as you did, you might have even found him a bit scary, if you were being honest. But at the end of the day you knew he hadn’t changed that much, and that he was still the smart, thoughtful softie you knew and loved.  But as your eyes secretly trailed up and down his well-built figure, they caught sight of a pair of red eyes through the glass, the crimson red seeping into your skin and your mind and your vision.

You looked away quickly.

~~~

“Oh, shit, was that your locker? Damn, sorry about that Y/N”, Kirishima gave you an apologetic look as you stared at the mess of metal in front of you, and the mess of your project behind it. Hours of work and planning completely destroyed by the force of Denki’s body as he went crashing into it with a laugh, right in front of your eyes. And right before 4th period. When it was due. You could almost feel the tears rising in your eyes out of pure frustration. You wanted to get angry, but Kirishima looked so apologetic, there was no way he could’ve done it on purpose, right? But why did Sero’s smirk tell you something else?

You barged past Kirishima, anger clouding your vision as you practically stormed down the hallway. But you were stopped as you hit something solid and unmoving.

Bakugou. Of course.

He looked down at you as you stood in front of him, eyes bloody and cold. You could only watch as his gaze trailed behind you, to his friends, to your locker, and then, ultimately, to your hands, and the broken project you held. His lips curled into a smirk, and with a scoff, he pushed you off of him, ignoring you to join his friends with a loud complaint about the ‘dumb fucks’ in the school. Your shoulder stung from the impact of his shove, and you had to catch yourself as you stumbled, mumbling some curses of your own under your breath.

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“How’s your shoulder?” Midoriya's voice was soft as he sat down beside you, a sandwich in one hand and a drink in the other.

“It’s better. Did he really have to push so hard? Jesus Christ” You rolled your eyes at the memory, turning slightly more to face Midoriya, who clenched his jaw in response.

“He’s just a dickhead who gets a kick out of being an asshole to everybody, we’ll be out of here soon, and then we’ll see how it goes from there” You nodded in agreement, biting into the sandwich Midoriya had placed in front of you.

“Have you had any luck with your notes?” You let out a grunt, feeling frustration rise at even the mention of your notes, which had conveniently gone missing that morning. You’d first noticed halfway through the first lesson, and spent the remaining minutes in complete stress, worried that you’d misplaced them somewhere in the classroom. But you eventually reached the conclusion that their disappearance was not a coincidence.

Your eyes travelled over to a table on your right, hearing every detail of the conversation between Kirishima and Sero, who were talking at an unnecessarily loud volume. You were certain it was one of them who had taken the notebook you’d kept in your bag, you just didn’t know when , or who . But from the look Denki gave you as he met your eyes, you could’ve taken a pretty good guess. Just as you made eye contact, your vision was invaded by ash blonde hair and a deep scowl, eyes meeting yours and sharply shifting to Midoriya quickly, who sat blissfully unaware, before shifting back to you. You stared at him, his cold eyes glaring back, and you unintentionally held it for a few seconds, too caught up in confusion and stress, before realising that the two of you had been staring at each other for over 10 seconds straight.

“It was Bakugou wasn’t it?” You snapped your head towards Midoriya, who you found staring directly at you, concerned eyes holding the slightest fury that was so uncommon of your best friends.

You shook your head vehemently. “No, no, I think…” you sighed, “I think it was Denki”. Midoriya scoffed.

“And I wonder who set him up to it.” His eyes narrowed at you now, as if he was trying to piece things together.

“What happened between you two?” You contemplated telling him. It was Midoriya, there was no way he’d be mad. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything wrong anyway.

“He…He asked me out” The look of shock on Midoriya’s face made your face flush red. You really hadn’t wanted to tell him, but keeping it from him felt wrong.

“And you said no, right?” You nodded quickly.

“Is that why they came to the diner?” Midoriya looked pissed. Angrier than you’d ever seen before, but he looked at you with soft eyes. You nodded in response, and he let out a heavy exhale.

You glanced back to Bakugou, still staring in your direction, but now focused on Midoriya wih a murderous expression.

~~~

“Leave Y/N alone. She did nothing wrong.” Midoriya had wasted no time finding Bakugou after school.

Thirteen years. Thirteen years of Bakugou taking out his anger on Midoriya, and thirteen years of Midoriya taking it with little resistance. But that was over, they were adults now, and he’d be damned if he didn’t act like one for once.

The blond man showed no surprise at the sudden sound of Midoriya’s voice, simply turning around to rest against the lamppost beside him.

“You’re painfully obvious about your stupid little crush on her, you piece of shit. You trying to lose your virginity, finally?” amusement was heavy in Bakugou’s eyes.

“You’re pathetic”, Midoriya spat the words at Bakugou, voice shaky in anger and a nervousness instilled in him all those years ago that he’d never truly lost. “She rejected you, and now you’re making them take it out on her. When will you stop being a pathetic bully?”

Bakugou let out a loud laugh, genuine humour on his face as he regarded the green haired man.

“Have you finally grown a pair, Deku?” The nickname was spat at Midoriya with a familiar spitefulness. “Took you long enough, it’s a shame you’re all bark and no bite.”

With an unpredictable quickness, Bakugou lunged at Midoriya, fist heavy as it hit right in Midoriya’s gut, sending the green haired man stumbling backwards. After all those years, they were almost physically equal, but Bakugou’s experience and naturally violent nature was evident between them. Nonetheless, Midoriya rose to his feet, ignoring the ache in his jaw as he landed a hit in response. It was a hard hit, and blood dripped down Bakugou’s chin from his split lip, but he ignored it, eyes burning as he swung his fist so hard the loud crack from Midoriya’s face resonated in the empty parking lot. It was quick and it was enough, because Midoriya didn’t get back up.

A phrase flashed in Bakugou’s mind.

‘Never kick a man when he’s down.’

He stepped backwards and smashed his boot into Midoriya’s face.

~~~

To: Midoriya

Hey, I haven’t seen you today, are you at school?

Minutes passed. No response.

You looked down at your phone in concern. It wasn’t often Midoriya didn’t reply to you quickly, usually you’d hear the ping of a message moments after you sent your own. Maybe he was ill. You hoped not.

To: Midoriya

I hope you’re feeling okay. Make sure to rest, and text me when you can :)

“Midoriya? Nah he won’t be in today.”

Sero loomed over your shoulder, dark hair falling across his face as he stared down at your phone screen. You jumped in surprise, quickly shoving it in your pocket and spinning on your heel to face the trio who’s unnerving smiles seemed to have become a familiar sight. You furrowed your eyebrows as your brain took in his statement, but he suffocating unease the three brought to you was too much for it to matter at that moment.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You asked with an exasperated sigh, eyes scanning around to look for the ash blond hair, but as per usual he wasn’t there.

“Well, we just have a question for you. It’s only quick, don’t worry.”

You braced yourself, but nodded quickly in hopes to get it done with as soon as possible.

“When was the last time you got fucked?”

You coughed in surprise, eyes wide. You had expected something along the lines of this, but not so blatant and loud in the hallways. Your eyes darted around desperately, horrified to find the flustered look of a student you didn’t recognise that told you she had clearly heard Sero’s question, and you had no doubt a few of the others around you had to.

 “Oh, sorry”, he leant in close, lips inching closer to the shell of your ear, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, “Have you ever been fucked?” You blushed bright red, silent in response. He backed away, smiling as he looked down at you. He let out a light laugh. “Didn’t think so. No wonder you're wound up so tight That’s one more for the ‘hot virgin’ tally, boys. You owe me and Kirishima a fiver each, Denki”

“Damn, you telling me she’s not some dumb slut? Hah..give it a day and we’ll try again”, Denki gave the other two a knowing smile, before they turned away, Kirishima giving you a heavy pat on the shoulder as he left you in an embarrassed mess in the hallways.

~~~

Too much. Five days without Midoriya had become far, far too much for you to handle. And two weeks of incessant torture was piling up on your back, ready to snap your spine in two. Every day you debated going to school, every day you debated showing up to work in fear that Bakugou would make an unwelcome visit. It was ironic, because so far Bakugou had personally done nothing to you but a hard shove in the hallway, or given you menacing glares that you carried round throughout the day. But you knew he was behind it all, that he was making his little lackeys push you about and fuck up your life., no matter how willing you were sure they’d been. It was his idea, you had no doubt. And even though it scared you, had you biting your nails raw and your lip until it bled, you found yourself hovering over his Instagram, bracing yourself before you sent a message.

I need to talk to you

Please

You waited hours for a reply, late in the night when you laid awake sick with nerves. Finally, the buzz of your phone had you jumping in the dark.

Room 5C 16:30

You better not waste my fucking time

16:30. That was tomorrow, you checked the time, today actually. Fuck.

And on the brink of nauseousness, you fell asleep.

~~~

"B-Bakugou?", your voice was meek as you stood at the door, heart beating violently in the empty corridor. He didn't answer, so you hesitantly stepped into the room, scanning around quickly for any signs of his friends; a semi-closed door or a window conveniently cracked open.

Nothing.

You approached close, coming to stand beside him. "Bakugou?", you tried again, meek and afraid, to receive no sign of acknowledgement once again. Gulping, you stepped in front of the desk. You opened your mouth to try one more time, but the rough voice cut you off.

"What?", simple and threatening. You inhaled a shaky breath, wringing your hands in front of you as you failed to meet his gaze, ashy blonde hair and bust lip.

“Listen, I just wanted to say that..” you gulped, “that I’m r-really sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings or anything, I just…”

"You're sorry? Really? Doesn't seem like you're very sorry to me". The impassive look on his face brought nausea to your gut, as you thought about the humiliation of the situation. His gaze gave you anxiety as you suffered beneath it.

"I am sorry, Bakugou I swear, I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you, please just make it stop. " You were begging now, blubbering whatever it was that came into your mind. The tears in your eyes had fallen long ago, and the thought of somebody seeing you like this was more than you could bear as nausea rose in your gut.

"Do you ever stop fucking talking?", he groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance at your meek state. He was annoyed. No, irritated was probably the better word, but he couldn't help the feeling of his cock stirring in his pants. Your cries just sounded so fucking pretty to him. Did Sero hear them too, when he humiliated you for being a virgin? Did Denki, when he pushed you about in the halls? Did Midoriya when you ran to him for consolation?

Bakugou's fists clenched at the thought of that bastard anywhere near you, and a sudden rush of rage threw his head back up.

"Get on your knees", he demanded.

"W-what, no, no Bakugou-" you shook your head quickly.

 "I said", he grabbed your forearm roughly, pushing you to the ground so harshly it'd leave a bruise, "get on your fucking knees". You gave in, collapsing to the ground in an uncomfortable position below his feet, head facing the floor and dripping with tears.

He scoffed.  "Thought you wanted to show me you were sorry? Thought you wanted me to forgive you? Maybe if you’re any good with your mouth, I won’t fuck you today. But no promises", he snickered, vermillion eyes blaring into your skin. You were shaking, but looked up to face him.

"J-just this once?", you asked, hesitantly.

Bakugou was silent for a second, taking in your form beneath him. Your eyes were red and puffy, leaking tears that dripped down your face and down to your lips, quivering in fear. They looked so fucking soft. He reached down, the pad of his thumb gently wiping one of the tears that had trickled down onto your lip. "Yeah, baby, just this once", his tone was unconvincing, but all you could do was rely on the words he spoke and hope he wasn’t as cruel as you believed him to be.

"O-ok."

You gulped, hands shakily raising to his jeans. You struggled with the button, movements clumsy and slow, and Bakugou had to force himself not to rush you. Your lack of experience was amusing to him. By the time you'd pulled his cock out, you were crying again.

"What's wrong baby? Don't know what to do?", he mocked, slapping the tip of his cock against your lips. "Think I'd start with putting it in your mouth and sucking . It's what the others do.”

You sucked in a breath, slowly moving your head forward, and lightly running your tongue over the tip. You gave it a light suck, grimacing at the salty taste, and slowly took in more. No teeth, like you'd heard people say before. You didn't want to make him any more angry than he already was.

But hearing about it proved to be a lot harder than doing it; you struggled to breathe as you took more into your throat, and your jaw quickly began to ache, the discomfort becoming too much. You whined in discomfort as his hands found the back of your head, slowly pushing you further, and you found yourself gagging uncontrollably, sputtering for air, your throat constricting around his cock. He held you still for a second, the sound of your choking filling the room, before pulling you off in a sudden movement.

“Fucking hell ”, he was almost shouting at you as you collapsed onto the ground, sobbing painfully as you tried to breathe. Your lungs ached and your throat was in agony as your fingers curled into fists on the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Breathe through your fuckin’ nose unless you wanna choke to death on my cock. I swear to God, you dumb fuckin’ bitch, can’t do anything right.” He grabbed you by your hair again, a violent tug on your scalp that burned as he pulled you upwards. Your mascara was a mess, dark lines running down your face and red eyes from the tears you had cried.

“You wanna try again now? And fuckin’ breathe this time, cos I’m not letting you off so fuckin’ easily again.” You couldn’t respond, breathing deeply as you stopped hyperventilating, you were trying hard to listen to what he was saying, but the pounding in your head had drowned everything else out. He seethed out, hand grabbing at your jaw and squeezing tightly.

“Answer me, slut” You choked out a spluttered ‘yes’, despite not having heard a word he’d said.

“C’mon, you can do better than that”, his growl had your body tensing, a tight fist in your hair sending alarms throughout your body. For only a second, his hand rested there, before you were pulled back down, mouth convulsing around his length; it was too much. You couldn’t breathe, the saliva gathering in your mouth as you choked on his cock. Tears fell down your face as you desperately attempted to breathe through your nose. Your hands reached out to slap his thighs, desperate and wild as you closed your eyes out of sheer humiliation and fear. Loud grunts came from above you, your whimpers of pain drowned out as his cock pounded into your throat. You felt lightheaded, and in one last attempt, dug your nails into his calves as hard as possible, hoping to cause pain, or draw blood, or do anything to get his attention.

“FUCK”, he shouted, yanking your head back painfully. You choked, grabbing at your throat and throwing yourself backwards, away from Bakugou’s legs, almost sprawled out on the floor as you took sharp inhales. You raised your hands as a signal that you needed a break, but Bakugou was in no mood to be nice, his hand wrapping around your forearm, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the sudden sting on your cheek- not too hard, but definitely enough to count as a warning. “Listen, sweetheart, I’m all for that sort of shit, but not right now. I swear to fucking God, you pull that shit again and I won’t be nice enough to pull you off. Let you choke on my fucking cock. Got it?” You nodded, unable to wipe the falling tears on your cheeks.

“Now you’ve wasted all that fucking time, we’ve got 15 minutes before this class starts so you better get back to work unless you want an audience.”Your eyes widened, gaze skirting to the clock that mindlessly ticked away at the back of the room. Bakugou sneered down at you, “No? That’s what I thought”.

Without another word, he pushed your head back down, and you took his cock into your mouth again, trying your hardest to do a good job this time. There was no way you’d let anybody else see you like this.

“Fuck, maybe I should let Midoriya see this. You on your knees, speared on my cock and crying your eyes out. He’d probably get hard as fuck, beg me to let him have a turn.”, you unwillingly whined at his words, body squirming uncomfortably. Bakugou let out a cruel laugh, “You like that? You Dirty. Fucking. Slut.” He emphasised his words with a violent thrust. “Tough shit, nobody else is getting you. Just me. All mine.”

As if those two words propelled him, Bakugou’s grip on your hair grew tighter and his speed became brutal. You couldn’t breathe, fuck fuck fuck you couldn’t breathe, but his pace didn’t let up.

“Oh fuck, fuck I’m gonna- fuck ” with a sharp inhale, your head was pulled to the base of his cock, and you felt his cum, hot and sticky in your mouth. With little other choice, you swallowed around him, and after a few seconds, he pulled out, peering down at you through hooded eyes.

“Good girl”

~~~

You were dragged out of the room minutes later, given no time to wipe the black tears that trailed down your face or your messy hair. You stumbled after Bakugou, footing clumsy as you came face to face with the last person you wanted to see that day. Bandaged and bruised, Midoriya stood in front of the door with Kirishima and Sero holding him by the shoulders, a knowing look on their faces.

Bakugou turned to you. "Want to tell him what you told me?", you shook your head, tears falling down your face silently as you hid your gaze from the green eyes that stared at you in confusion. Midoriya looked so concerned, and your stomach was twisting in guilt and disgust at yourself. “Oh but I think you do . Go on, Y/N, tell him what you were crying about to me.”

You turned your gaze back to Midoriya in the hallway, Bakugou’s tight grip still digging into your arm. He looked bad , the purple and blue marks that littered his skin were swollen, and you were sure there’d be more under his shirt. You knew instantly how he got them; he fought for you , and look at how you repaid him. Your eyes fell on his, mouth ready to open and spill out the words that bubbled like acid on your tongue ignoring the audience. Denki, Kirishima, and Sero, each watched you with their own sinister leers.

“I…I shouldn’t have turned him down earlier. I was,” you hiccupped, “I was playing hard to get because…” your voice trailed off, only to be brought back with a harsh shove from behind, “because I'm a…I'm a cheap slut". A broken sob. The tears fell quickly now, hot and wet down to the ground where they collected in a little puddle. Midoriya’s shocked face was too much, his mouth open in an abandoned protest, and you ignored the look of betrayal in his eyes, of hurt, of….disgust.

You were disgusting. Fucking filthy .

Bakugou pinched your skin in impatience - you weren't finished yet. You turned to face the man beside you, you couldn’t even see him through the tears in your eyes. “Will you..will you please go out with me. Please. " You choked on your desperate pleas, shaking and feeling nauseous in front of your audience, and the momentary silence that greeted you did nothing to help settle your nerves.

Bakugou looked down at you, and his hand descended to wrap tightly around your neck as his lips pulled up into a sneer.

"Yeah", and he pressed his lips against yours.

[habken]

all might vs crimson riot stan flame wars

+ my biggest headcanon of them all is that deku and kirishima are unknowingly enemies on socmed <3

(this was one of my first tries at animating :’) audio is from amazing world of gumball)

[35c4p15t]

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?"

[delawaredetroit]

Why does he fight like a bitchy middle school girl?

He really went straight to hair pulling like some schoolyard brawl

[willowser]

i just think katsuki is a very pinch their nose, tug on their ear, squish their cheeks, grab their whole face in his hand, hold them upside down by the ankles, put them in a headlock kind of dad.

[1-800-cybersaint]

are you willing to expand on bully bakugou 🤲

i like to think about you wandering through campus one day while everyone else is in class and you turn a corner and there he is. you're both surprised to see each other, but his face immediately goes red, because you haven't seen each other in a minute. you take that for him getting annoyed, like he's gonna bully you again like he always does, knock your bag out of your hand and laugh when you trip, so you turn right around and try to run away, hoping that he leaves you alone.

but before you know it, he's got his hands on your arms to stop you and he kind of pushes you into the wall a bit, so you have to turn your head to look back at him. and he's breathing so fucking hard and his chest presses against your back and you can feel the press of his cock against your ass.

bakugou is pissed and panting in your ear. "this is your fuckin' fault," he growls. "see what you fuckin' do to me?"

you make a tiny little noise, somewhere between a quiet moan and a whine, and one of his hands slips from your arm to your waist to hold you firmly still. he just stands there for a moment, breathing in your ear like he’s thinking of what to do, when you roll your hips back.

and his head lolls back and he moans like he can't help it, before his eyes are shooting open and he's glaring at you. "oh, yeah? wanna fuckin' play like that?"

and he's got you pressed up against the wall, trapped, humping the swell of your ass like he can't fucking help it. every now and then, a moan slips out from his lips and when you moan at how thick his cock feels in his trousers, he bites you on the shoulder. his hips get frantic and he grinds into you so hard that you're pushed flush against the wall, and he buries his face into your neck and hair to hide how he moans when cums in his pants.

you both stand there in shock and silence for a moment before he pulls away from you, awkwardly tugging at his undoubtedly wet boxers.

he warns you, "better not tell anyone about this, brat," before he's storming off, leaving you wet and dripping and aching.

[modjisan]

that’s a sketch for @ miithers and @ daniartonline prompts on twitter and ig go check them out!!!!

also happy spooky month to everyone

[yanderenightmare]

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

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou is….a pervert. Through and fucking through, and honestly, you would’ve never believed he could’ve been described in such a way.

His little creep habits begun before you two even started dating. He’d ask you if you’d like to train with him, spar a little bit to work on your skill. And you agreed, even though he made you a little nervous with his impending size. He was great though, despite the occasional grope of your thigh and the quick sniff to your hair whenever he’d pin you. As much as he physically intimidated you in stature, you’d manage to pin him once or twice, and told yourself you imagined the bump under your thigh and how shaky his breath had gotten.

He picks you up after you two finish, bench presses you just to hear you giggle. It’s an excuse to grab you more though, feel how soft your skin is under his palm. He throws you over his shoulder when Kiri and Denki walk in with the excuse of wearing you out, which in turn only makes you giggle and kick your feet at him.

And after you start dating, he becomes unabashed with it. You wear a mini skirt around him, and his hands and eyes are glued to your peeking ass. Even kneels behind you when you stand in the entryway, readying yourself to leave, but he can’t let you go until he’s tasted you. Kneels there like some lowly beggar, ready to worship, his tongue asking for a miracle, his teeth biting for more of whatever he could hope to get.

When you go out for date nights, you’ve learned you can’t wear a low cut top around him. His eyes are glued to your chest the entire time, mutters just how pretty you look in the low lighting of the restaurant. And you thank him, ever so gracious and genuine, unaware of the thoughts that rest in the forefront of his mind.

You’re surprised when he pushes you against the passenger door of his car afterwards, face buried in your neck, hands groping at your chest. He pants against your skin, asks if he can fuck your tits when you get home, just one time, please, can he just try it with you once? And who are you to deny him? How could you when he looks so fucked out above you—eyes crossing and fluttering closed as he holds your tits by your stiff nipples to fuck his cock between the slick slide between them?

He’s gross and so perverted and you love it. Love it when he thinks he’s slick stealing your panties just to jerk off in them. When he thinks he’s getting away with coming inside of you when he thinks you’re asleep during the night. When he records your naked silhouette in the shower with the excuse of needing something in the bathroom. Gross, icky man that you can’t help but to love.

[tabbyrocks]

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.

[thecuriousquest]

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

Checkout my Master List here.

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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.

[sapphic-agent]

Let's Talk About Izuku and Bakugou's Relationship

Happy New Year, everyone! Thought I'd kick 2024 off with a new post. I haven't written an in-depth analysis in a while, so I figured now was a good time.

So, I've touched on this before, many times in fact. If you've seen my other posts, you know that I think that the BKDK relationship is a clusterfuck of codependency, abuse, and toxicity. But I don't think I've ever analyzed it frame-by-frame, so here's an attempt.

Childhood

The lake scene has the most focus than any other flashback in the series. It's meant to show us why Bakugou hated Izuku; he assumed Izuku looked down on him and saw him as weak. It's supposed to support the idea that Bakugou has an inferiority complex that's been present since he was a kid and that's why he lashes out at Izuku and wants to be rid of him. Because Izuku makes him feel weak.

But this isn't true. Or, it doesn't paint the whole picture.

One thing the lake scene seems to gloss over is the fact that Bakugou was always mean to Izuku. Maybe he wasn't as harsh and could be written off as just a kid being a kid, but he still made fun of him. He still went out of his way to make him feel bad about himself and humiliate him. He called him "Deku" way before either of them were (or weren't) given a quirk.

And he only ever did this to Izuku, not the other kids part of his posse. He, even at such a young age, saw Izuku as an easy target, someone he could easily shove around because he knew Izuku wouldn't fight back (this would persist for the next ten years).

It's important to note that there's only one instance where Bakugou's behavior towards Izuku turns violent. It's when Izuku defends a kid that Bakugou and his posse are picking on. This is the moment where Bakugou becomes physically aggressive; not when he found out Izuku was quirkless, during the lake, or any time before. It's here, when Izuku stops being the defenseless wimp who won't stand up to him. He doesn't like that Izuku stepped out of the mold he had confined him to (I'll come back to this later).

The truth of their childhood together is that Bakugou was always inherently awful to Izuku. It wasn't like he experienced one bad moment that flipped a switch, Bakugou liked picking on Izuku from day one.

Middle School

There isn't much to say about their days at Aldera other than it's just a progression of escalation from their childhood. They've settled into their roles as abuser and victim. Bakugou knows he can say and do whatever he wants and Izuku won't defend himself because it's been the status quo for a decade.

He revels in that power he has over him, likes to remind Izuku of his "place." And if he steps out of line, Bakugou exerts that power over him to shut him right down, stressing his inability to do anything about his situation. It's a cycle of abuse.

Deku vs Kacchan Part 1

I've already talked about this scene before, but this is also another example as to what I was alluding to above.

As @delawaredetroit pointed out in a post from a while ago, Bakugou isn't feeling betrayed here. He himself has said time and time again that he and Izuku weren't friends. He cares about the fact that his victim now has power of his own.

All their lives, Bakugou had the power and Izuku was powerless. That was the dynamic they were used to and the one that Bakugou was aware and repeatedly took advantage of. But now, Izuku isn't powerless or defenseless. He no longer fits the mold that Bakugou had tied him to since childhood. That's why Bakugou is so upset; not because Izuku kept something from him but because the power imbalance between was shifting.

And it's why he tries to use guilt-tripping here. He wants Izuku to feel bad, wants to reestablish some of the control over him he just lost. And it works, because Izuku tells him he inherited his quirk completely unprompted after the fact. Bakugou knows he has the power in their relationship and has no issues abusing that power.

Sports Festival

I don't have much to say here, but I would like to point out something very inconsistent concerning Bakugou's interpretation of his relationship with Izuku. He claims that Izuku kept following him around and that he couldn't get rid of him, which attributed to his dislike. But even if that was true when they were 5, it's actually the opposite at least from middle school on.

Bakugou went out of his way to target Izuku in the first chapter/episode. He also tracked him down after the Sludge Villain incident. He's initiated every one of their confrontations in UA. And here, he deliberately eavesdropped on Izuku's conversation with Todoroki.

I don't know whether to call it hypocrisy or ignorance, but Izuku was content to leave Bakugou alone. Bakugou's the one who's constantly harassing and obsessing over him.

Final Exams

Izuku daring to display confidence and competence invokes immediate physical violence in Bakugou. He doesn't like that Izuku is talking to him like he's an equal, he doesn't like that Izuku dares to step outside of his role as a victim. Bakugou wants Izuku to act like he's below him and gets agitated when he doesn't do that. He, in this moment, cared more about putting Izuku in his place than his own grade.

Deku vs Kacchan Part 2

I mentioned that BKDK is codependent in the beginning of the post. This is what I mean.

Bakugou can't cope with the fact that he isn't the best and takes it out on the only target he has. Izuku had nothing to do with his shortcomings, but he still felt the need to establish superiority over him; a grasp for some measure of control.

Like I said above, he's well aware of the power he has over Izuku. Do you think he would have tried this with Todoroki? Or Tokoyami? Or Iida? No, because he knows that none of them would have even dignified him with a response. But he knows he can control Izuku in a way he can't with other people. He feels comfortable treating only Izuku as his emotional and physical punching bag.

The Apology

It's interesting that prior to apologizing for treating him badly, Bakugou proceeds to treat Izuku badly.

This interaction is important because it's their first major conflict after Bakugou's "redemption." We're supposed to be at the point where he's changed. But he still resorts to insults and goading. His first instinct is still to put Izuku down.

I've said most of what I needed to about the apology. But I do want to mention that coming from Bakugou's mouth, it grossly understates what happened during those ten years. Because the abuser is the one telling the story, his transgressions don't seem that bad. He's the one controlling the narrative, so his classmates- Izuku's friends- don't know the full story. They don't know what Bakugou put Izuku through. Bakugou comes off looking sympathetic to their peers by speaking "his truth."

Was this his intention? Probably not as Bakugou doesn't really care what others think about him. But it does raise the point that this is the extent as to how Bakugou sees his past self; as a stubborn, overzealous child and not the abuser that he was

[willowser]

your son is in that age where he's throwing a lot of fits for not getting what he wants, and you get so fed up with him one day that you wrap him up tight in a blanket and scoop him up into your arms, hugging him to your chest so he can't move.

you come into the living room and tell katsuki, "look at this fussy little baby!" and you force a bunch of kisses all over his face as he squeals with laughter.

and then eventually katsuki takes him from you and rocks him around violently, before ticklingly him under his little pits. "a baby? didn't know we had another damn baby in the house,"