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miggiisdumb · 3 months
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Fem Deku humps her pillows to the thought of you and Bakugou knows this. That’s why he gets away with picking on her so much, because “you wouldn’t want your best friend in the whole wide world to know you squirt thinking about her now do you? She’ll think your gross, all messy and sloppy.”
Bakugou’s wrong ofc he finds that out when you two scissor your little hearts out in front of him.
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1-800-cybersaint · 6 months
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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.
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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
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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.
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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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thecuriousquest · 10 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.
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keisukebajimipatron · 3 months
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Bakugou smut
Dude what the actual fck.
I just saw something with bakugo that said "A hole in the wall" I'm totally sure, the hashtag page refresh and I lost it, I searched for it on Google and no results, It was a minute ago like what the hell.... Help 😭
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heizlut · 1 year
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taking a lil break from my first fanfic and have started writing a quirkless college au with bully bakugo, my new OC (Sakura Cho), and cutie kirishima. Hehehe this one is going to be way better than my first story i can already tell. Go ahead and give it a read if your into the bully bakugo/enemies to lovers trope 🥴 Link
look at them.. they have so much tension 😮‍💨 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss! *chanting*
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glaeciere · 1 year
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Chapters || p a g e 0 1
Y/N, is a young woman who loves to spend her free time getting lost in the world of manga and anime. She was a voracious reader and loved discovering new series to immerse herself in. But Unfortunately she was running out of manga to read since she’s been going through it so quickly. So she set it for herself that she would go out and browse to her regular store to figure out what to read next. Little did she know that the moment she would flip the crisp pages of the mange, would change her life momentarily.
“Alright. Keys–check. Wallet–in my bag, check. Phone–okay it’s not here.” Muttering under her breath, y/n hurriedly searched for her phone only for her to find out that she had left it on the kitchen counter. “Battery check? 43%? Screw it.” She said. She knew that it was going to  be a quick run to the store so having her cell at a low state of battery would not cause any hiccups.
The drive towards her stop was short and only took like a 15 minute drive to get there. She parked and made sure that her doors were locked before proceeding to walk towards the local bookshop. With a single push of the door and a quick inhale, the scent of crisp books filled her senses. The rows of shelves filled with books, the soft light filtering through the windows, and the quiet chatter of patrons all contribute to the peaceful ambiance–To Y/n, it is a place where one can escape from the distractions of the outside world and immerse themselves in the boundless worlds of literature, history, science, and more. It was perfect.
As she roamed the aisles, she was struck by the sheer variety of books available. There were classic novels with timeless stories, contemporary works that explored the human condition, and everything in between. Y/N felt overwhelmed by the options, but she was determined to find the perfect book for her. She took her time, carefully scanning the shelves and reading the synopses of each book until she finally stumbled upon a title that caught her eye. She eagerly made her purchase so that she would be able to read the said literature quickly. Excited by her discovery, Y/N eagerly picked up the book and began to read the first few pages. From the first line, she was hooked which made the quick stop at the bookshop turn into a whole afternoon full of reading. “Ah, this one is really good.” She complimented it, but kept on reading.
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Y/N was lost in her reading at the library, having spent the entire afternoon lost in the pages of her book. But as the hours passed, she began to feel the pangs of hunger gnawing at her stomach. She tried to ignore it, determined to stay focused on her reading, but her hunger grew stronger with each passing minute. Finally, she realized that she could no longer concentrate and decided to take a break to grab a bite to eat. “Jesus–what time is it?” Checking the time on her phone, she was surprised that she had spent 5 hours just on reading in the library. 
With that she left the library, making her way to a nearby café, and ordered a sandwich and a drink. As she sat down to eat, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for taking a break from her reading. She enjoyed the first few chapters because of the events that happened but ever since Bakugou Katsuki showed up, the young attractive crimson eyed boy who was well of with his quirk, she was getting annoyed under the surface. Y/n knows for sure that she wouldn’t stand anyone with an attitude like that. “I probably would have slapped him if he talked like that to me.” she chuckled as she took another bite of her sandwich. That was when she felt her phone vibrate. Checking on the notification, it was her best friend.
“Y/N ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?” 
Scrunching her forehead, she replied. “Hey! What’s up?” 
"OMG Y/N, you won't believe what just happened! My boss is hitting on me and it's freaking me out!" Y/N quickly put down her sandwich and started typing a response.
"What?! That's crazy. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I mean, he's my boss and it's so inappropriate. But I don't want to lose my job either."
 Y/n tapped on the screen, biting her fingernails as she thought of options for her best friend.
"No, I'm scared to. What if they don't believe me or I end up getting fired and just end up in a lot of trouble?"
"I understand, but you have to do something. You can't let him continue to hit on you. Have you considered finding a new job?" Y/n replied but followed up with another message. "Besides, It's not a problem.  It's a valid complaint. Your safety and comfort at work should be a top priority. I think you should definitely bring it up with HR. They can help you handle the situation without jeopardizing your job." 
Y/n waited for a few minutes but seeing that her friend has not replied she fixed her things by taking the purchased book in hand before proceeding to the counter to get a cup of coffee to go. 
“Hi there! What can I get for you?” The barista asked, leaning over the counter as if he was eager to take her order.
Y/n took a quick scan of the list of available drinks. “Uhm–can I get an Esspresso Frappuccino, Double shot, and a pump of salted caramel?”
The barista scribbled down her order. “What size would you like that to be?”
“Venti please.”
“Alright, would you like any pastry to go with that?” 
“No thank you.” Y/n sweetly smiled at the barista.
“Your coffee will be ready in just a minute.” The barista returned her smile as he placed Y/n’s order and asked her to wait at the side counter for it where Y/n happily obliged. Once she had gotten her coffee, she gathered her things and left the café, her mind still swirling with thoughts of her best friend's situation. As she walked down the street, she took a deep breath, trying to clear her head and focus on the present. 
She was looking forward to curling up with a good book and relaxing for the evening. The cool evening breeze whipped through her hair, and she hugged herself, enjoying the feeling of the wind on her skin as she walked toward her red Toyota Corolla. “Time to go home.” Y/n got inside her car and finally drove back home. With her windows rolled back down, she was surrounded by the sounds of the city, the smell of fresh-baked bread from a nearby bakery, and the buzz of excitement from the crowds of people hurrying to and fro. It was simple in the small little town she lived in, it was as if everyone knew everyone around here. It was where a writer like her, thought she belonged. 
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As Y/N walked up the steps to her apartment building, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was finally home, and she could put the stress of the day behind her. She dug into her pocket for her keys, feeling a sense of excitement as she thought about the hours of reading ahead of her.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar sound of the door closing behind her a comfort. She kicked off her shoes and made her way over to the couch, eager to get comfortable and start reading. 
As she settled in, she reached for her book and opened to where she had left off while taking her now half cold coffee in her other hand. "Ahh. Rest now, Work later " She muttered as she finally went back to reading.
And read what she did. Spending hours, lost in the world of the story and somehow even got attached to the character especially towards the red headed boy that everyone seemed to love and truly respect. However, as she turned the page, she was suddenly faced again with the character of Bakugou Katsuki, who she had been both fascinated and frustrated with.
"Ah Bakugou Katsuki, you're such a dick." Y/n rolled her eyes at the crimson eyed boy despite him being in a page of a manga. As Y/N read, she found herself becoming increasingly irritated with his behaviour, feeling as though he was being selfish and not considering the feelings of those around him.
She couldn't help but feel that he was ruining the story, and she found herself getting angrier and angrier with each page. She slammed the book shut, frustrated with the character and the way he was affecting her reading experience. Y/N let out a sigh, feeling drained and frustrated. She had been looking forward to a relaxing night of reading, but now she felt like she had wasted her time on a character she couldn't stand. She tossed the book onto the coffee table and leaned back into the couch, feeling overwhelmed and disappointed. “What a piece of work” She huffed as she wrapped herself with her blanket., annoyance written all over her face because she couldn’t be there to defend the sweet boy Izuku. “I’m gonna punch you hard in the face if you were real.”
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wander-wren · 11 months
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chronic midnight poster ✌️ emerging from the grave is QUIRKLESS DEKU AU
are y’all excited. i’m excited. just a little thing but hey. it is here
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heroes-among-us-all · 7 months
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Anger Management
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summary: after discovering that Izuku has gotten into U.A, Katsuki decides to take out his frustrations on you.
tags: NSFW, explicit, non-con, fem!reader
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Katsuki can’t believe what he’s hearing.  
“It’s just incredible!” the principal gushes. “To think that not only one, but two of our students managed to get into U.A! And your acceptance in particular is a miracle among miracles, Midoriya!”  
Izuku chuckles sheepishly, and beside him, Katsuki stands perfectly still. Surely, his ears must be deceiving him. Otherwise, how in the fuck did a Quirkless piece of shit manage to pass the most difficult entrance exam in the entire country?  
He must have cheated. There’s no other explanation. Katsuki grits his teeth, having to suffer through the rest of the principal’s spiel, even though he wants nothing more than to unleash a few explosions and completely blow up the room.  
But against all odds, Katsuki manages to hold himself back.  
At least, until he’s away from the teachers’ discerning eyes.  
“Deku, you fucking asshole!” Katsuki roars, grabbing Izuku by the collar of his shirt and screaming unabashed. “What kind of tricks did you pull to get into U.A? How in the hell did you cheat your way through the exam? I told you from the start to go somewhere else!”  
God, how badly Katsuki wants to beat the shit out of him right now. He has no qualms about doing it. Who does this bastard think he is, constantly undermining him and acting like he’s the hottest shit to walk the Earth? At the end of the day, he’s nothing but a Quirkless, spineless wimp. Any moment now and he’ll start crying like a little bitch, just like he always does.  
But much to Katsuki’s horror, for the first time ever, Izuku stands his ground.  
“Someone told me... that I can become a hero,” Izuku grits out, swallowing his tears before they can overflow. “I’ve worked hard... and I’ve earned the right to do this. So, no matter what you say, I’m going!”  
With a hasty gasp, Izuku pushes away from him and breaks free. Once again, Katsuki finds himself standing still with a blank, disbelieving expression.  
Deku got into U.A. That loser Deku... he seriously got into the same school as me?  
Katsuki feels sick to his stomach, and the rage bubbling up to the surface is so overwhelming that it threatens to swallow him whole.  
You have the misfortune of crossing his path at the worst possible moment.  
“Katsuki?” you call out with a frown. “What’s going on? Why are you just standing there? I’m pretty sure you didn’t have cleaning duty today.”  
It takes a few moments, but he eventually turns towards you.  
Quite frankly, he’s in no mood to be dealing with anyone, let alone one of the most talkative people in his entire class. You’re a social butterfly in every sense of the word, which is probably why you’re almost never alone. Really, seeing you all by yourself like this is an oddity.  
“By the way, I heard you got into U.A,” you beam. “That’s awesome. You said you were gonna do it, and then you really pulled it off. I’m happy for you.”  
Katsuki narrows his eyes. He has no use for words of empty praise. It makes him feel needy, and he knows he’s better than anyone else, so why should their opinions of him matter? Normally, he would’ve probably told you to piss off and get lost, but right now, he’s so angry that it’s actually making him stay rather quiet. 
Suddenly, he has a thought.  
You’re incredibly popular. Not just because you’re so friendly with everyone, but it’s common knowledge that a lot of people in the class have a crush on you. And as much as it pains Katsuki to admit, he can understand why. He’s always thought you’re very pretty—not that he would ever consider wasting his time with dating someone, but still. Based off appearance alone, you’re quite easy on the eyes.  
So, even though Katsuki doesn’t have a crush on you, he knows that Izuku does.  
Izuku’s never been good at hiding his embarrassment. It's clear as day how he feels about you, based on how quickly he turns red whenever you spare him a few words in class. Granted, Izuku is shy around most girls in general, but Katsuki can tell that you hold a special place in his heart.  
Izuku likes you. Izuku wants you.  
If Katsuki takes you for himself, then maybe, just maybe, some of this anger will dissipate.  
“Come here,” Katsuki mutters. He grabs you by the arm and starts pulling you back inside the school, much to your bewilderment.  
“What’s up?” you blink. “Where are we going?”  
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he leads you through the hallways, up until he finally reaches his destination. 
The boys’ washroom.  
“Um, I can’t go in there,” you protest, but Katsuki pulls you inside anyways, and he doesn’t let go until you’re locked inside one of the stalls with him.  
You glance around nervously. “Katsuki, seriously. I get being rebellious and all that, but if I get caught in here, the teachers are probably gonna give me detention.”  
God. You’re so hot, but you just never shut the fuck up.  
Katsuki decides to shut you up himself.  
He slams his lips against yours, and he can feel the way you flinch in surprise. You try to pull away, flustered beyond measure, but he grips the back of your head and holds you in place, deepening the kiss as much as possible.  
Finally, you manage to push him back. 
“Fucking hell!” you gasp, cheeks burning. “Katsuki, you... what the hell was that about? You scared the shit out of me!”  
Katsuki runs a finger across his lips. That kiss was a lot more enjoyable than he’d been expecting. It was also his first kiss, but he’s not the type to place any importance on that kind of stuff. Besides, this won’t end with just a kiss. 
No, if he really wants to stick it to Izuku and steal something from him, he’s going to need a lot more.  
Before you can say anything else, Katsuki grabs you by the shoulders and forces you down until you collapse to the ground on your knees. You splutter, caught off-guard once again, but he doesn’t let you rise to your feet. He stands above you, holding you in place, and then, much to your horror, removes his belt and pulls out his stiff, throbbing cock.  
Your eyes are completely wide. “Wh-What the hell are you doing? Stop that. Katsuki, I’m serious. You’re scaring me.”  
Katsuki wishes he could say that he cared, but in this moment, nothing matters other than his hatred for Izuku.  
You part your lips as if you’re about to scream, but Katsuki thrusts his cock into your mouth before you have the chance.  
“Suck it,” he demands, and he resists the urge to shudder, because holy hell does your mouth feel amazing. To think that he’s having his first kiss and his first blowjob all in one day. It’s funny how things work out.  
Tears well up in your eyes, both from fear and shock, as well as the unwelcome intrusion in your mouth. Since Katsuki isn’t an idiot and he knows that you could very well rat him out for doing this, he quickly pulls out his phone and snaps a lovely picture to commemorate the moment.  
“Look,” he chuckles cruelly. “What a great shot. I’m warning you, but if you dare to use your teeth or go around telling people about this, I’m spreading this picture everywhere, and you can kiss your future goodbye.”  
Realization flashes through your misty eyes, and instead of attempting to fight back, you whimper as a few tears roll down your cheeks.  
Katsuki doesn't want to admit it, but the sight of you crying really turns him on. 
“Now, suck,” he says again.  
It’s clear that you don’t have a choice. Swallowing yet another sob, you squeeze your eyes shut out of sheer mortification, then start guiding your lips up and down his cock, licking and sucking to the best of your ability.  
Katsuki lets out a deep, content sigh. Fuck, this feels so good. He wonders why he didn’t ever try it until now. He’s really been missing out.  
Get a load of this. Deku’s bitch is choking on my dick right now. If he knew what I was doing with her... he’d probably lose his mind.  
A devilish sneer cuts across his lips, and he doesn’t stop to think for even a moment that what he’s doing right now—taking advantage of an innocent girl— is the furthest thing possible from being a hero.  
Instead, he steadies his hand more firmly against the back of your head, then pushes down hard, forcing you to deepthroat him. 
“Oh, shit,” Katsuki moans. He swears he’s seeing stars right now. It feels like he’s melting inside your mouth. It’s so, so hot. Already, he can tell that he’s getting addicted.  
You gag violently, thrashing in protest as his cock bottoms out against the back of your throat. You’re sobbing without pause now, and Katsuki never thought that someone could still look so good while crying. Pretty bitches like you definitely have it made. Even if you don’t end up becoming a hero or finding a reputable career, he’s sure you could still make a nice dime from selling your body.  
“You’re so hot, [Name],” Katsuki says, praising you one moment, and laughing at you the next. He’s outright fucking your face now, no longer holding anything back. His thrusts are sloppy and erratic, and the hand he’s using to hold onto your head is mainly just so that he won’t lose his pace.  
Perhaps he’s going a bit too hard, because your eyes are glassy and unfocused, as if you’re on the verge of passing out.  
“Hey. Come on.” Katsuki lightly slaps your cheek a few times. “Stay with me. I’m close. Keep sucking until the very end.”  
You stifle yet another sob, having to choke it down so that you can take a proper breath. Katsuki grins crudely, cheeks flushed in delight as you continue to endure his cock being brutally rammed down your throat.  
The sight of your pretty face choking on his cock is already good enough, but when Katsuki imagines Izuku crying if he were to walk into this scene, all of a sudden, his arousal spikes a hundredfold.  
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Katsuki pants, fucking your face harder and harder. “Shit, I’m really gonna—swallow it! Make sure to swallow all of my cum...!”  
He comes the very next second, making no attempt to be quiet as he lets out a deep, guttural groan. He holds your head in place and doesn’t dare to loosen his grip, not until he’s positive that most of his thick, milky essence has gone down your throat.  
Finally, he pulls away and allows you to breathe.  
You gasp, assaulted by a sudden influx of air. A few droplets of his cum spill from your lips and splatter onto the bathroom tiles. It’s so overwhelming that you keel over, dizzy from asphyxiation. You lay on the ground, helpless and weak, and your tears soon mix with the leftover cum that’s dripping down your chin.  
Katsuki takes one last look at you, then decides to snap yet another picture, just so he can look back on this moment and recount it in graphic detail. Perhaps he’ll have to solicit your company again some other time. This was actually pretty fun. 
He leaves you on the bathroom floor and walks out. There isn’t the slightest twinge of guilt in his chest. There’s no shame or remorse over what he’s just done.  
Instead, the anger from earlier has almost completely cleared, and his shoulders feel lighter.  
I win, Deku.  
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bakakughoe · 1 year
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imagine former bully! jock! bakugo getting humbled hard when puberty comes around. up until then, you were his precious little nerd. teasing you was almost as fun as winning.
and every day, you kept your eyes on him at all times, for your own safety. knowing what he was up to was crucial. and baby bakugo found himself oddly pleased by you only having eyes for him, as he thought. as it always should be.
except neither of you could remain kids forever. you developed a healthy distaste for his arrogance. you were sick and tired of his limited free time being spent on torturing you, so you just stopped responding to any of his hair pulls, taunts or jokes. he wouldn't be wasting any more of your time or tears.
and when he writes out a love letter and a heartfelt apology within it, you're not amused in the slightest. within seconds you march up to the jock table in the cafeteria, the "love" letter crumpled into a ball in your hand.
"nice joke, asshole. very funny. next time at least try to make it believable."
never in a million years would bakugo imagine you'd consider his honest, vulnerable letter a damn joke.
let alone that you'd launch it into his face before storming off as if he was the nuisance.
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miggiisdumb · 3 months
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You and Izuku propositioning Katsuki to teach you how to be with a guy. Tell him how you’ve never gotten to suck cock… Izuku begging him to stretch her out while you sit on her face
And he all yeah whatever😒 like doesn’t daydream about fucking both of you and is literally chubbed up at two sets of round puppies begging for his cock.
The pride he feels when you and Izuku stare at his cock like it’s some kind of monster when he lays back and pulls his pants down. A little mean in the way he fucks because he goes hard and deep in Izuku’s poor pussy while you sit on her face panting and grinding with a little too much familiarity for supposed “best friends”.
And when it’s your turn he puts you on your tummy and drags you back by the hips onto his cock, with your mouth shoved on Izuku’s pussy to slurp up the cum he pumped her full of.
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1-800-cybersaint · 6 months
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hahaha wouldnt it be crazy if you continued that bully bakugou post hahah/j
wtf i didn't get a notification for this but i can't stop thinking about you finding out how hard it makes him.
he pushes you down again and you frown up at him, and he's just standing over you with his eyes a little wide and his breathing off, and he watches your eyes shift down to the bulge in his pants and he can see how embarrassed it makes you.
and god, that makes it worse, doesn't it? because it embarrasses him too, but now he's staring at you from across the room and you won't make eye contact with him. he's trying not to palm himself through his pants, but you're shifting in your seat awkwardly and the idea of his cock being on your mind nearly makes his eyes roll back into his skull.
(meanwhile— of fucking course you're thinking about it. bakugou katsuki, who has been bullying you all your life, getting hot and bothered at the puny sight of you. you've never thought about him that way because he's always been such an ass, but now you can't stop wondering if he'd keep that same cool facade with his cock down your throat.)
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yanderenightmare · 1 year
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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
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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. 
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thecuriousquest · 10 months
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You Know You Love it Part Four
Yandere!Bully KiriBaku x Reader
Warnings: Bullying, sex, spanking, slapping, degradation, masochism, sadism
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As the class files out of the room for the day, you lean over your desk to grab your bag. Your glasses fall off of your face, and you mutter a curse.
Your face blushes bright red as you jerk up in response to someone raising your skirt to your hips. Turning around, Eijiro has that signature shit eating grin.
“Nice panties. Blue. It’s cute on you.”
You struggle to see more of his facial expression without your glasses, but you know he’s smirking at you. It’s blurry, but you can just make it out.
He grabs you by the hips when you try to pick up your glasses from around the desk by your book bag. His muscular form easily lifts you up onto the wooden surface.
“Let me get my glasses,” you demand in a small voice.
“Oh, someone forgot their manners.”
Katsuki is the one who picks up your glasses and holds them just out of your reach. “What? You want these? Are these the glasses you want?”
Anger bubbles just beneath the surface, but something begins to mix with it. “Yes, I want those glasses.”
“Well, what are you gonna do to get ‘em back?” Kirishima asks this time.
You feel the redhead nudge his way in between your legs. You grow hot when his thigh bumps that sweet spot at the apex of your thighs. You bite back a moan, not wanting him to know that you want more.
You couldn’t help but want them. You hate them, but your mouth waters when you see them shirtless. Your wanton sex dripping like a juicy peach, ready to take both of their cocks and deliver satisfying speed.
The bullying is something you can’t live without. It’s part of your whole dynamic. Something within the bullying lies passive aggressive dominance. It’s the way the duo marks you as theirs. Kirishima and Bakugou honestly treat you like a rag doll. They taunt you, degrade you, treat you like absolute trash, but it just makes the inside of your thighs slick with lust.
You hope they haven’t caught on. You hope they never do.
Trying to fake a protest, you shove at Kirishima’s chest. You don’t really want him and Bakugou to go away, you just want their reaction to you putting up a fight.
“Leave me the hell alone, and give me back my glasses!”
Katsuki reaches out and slaps you. It’s not enough to send you falling off the desk, but he does cause your head to turn. A hand instantly flies to your cheek to soothe the redness, and you feel heat rising in your womb. You’re needy. You want more, and you’re gonna fucking get what you want.
“It really does look like our little mouse forgot her manners and all of her lessons,” the blonde teen says to Kirishima as he glares at you.
“We oughta do the right thing and re-educate her. What do you say, Bakubro?”
They talk about you like you’re not even there, and by God do you love it.
Kirishima pushes your thighs farther apart and cups your cloth covered cunt. You can’t help but gasp as you welcome the invasion, not doing anything to stop him. It’s the first time he’s touched you like this, and you hope it’s not the last.
A devilish smirk appears on his face. Your panties are absolutely soaked with arousal, and he can feel it. “I think someone’s enjoying this.”
“Holy shit, really?” Bakugou questions.
“Yeah, man, she’s fucking dripping. Feel.” He moves his hand and lets his best friend have a turn feeling you up.
He feels your southern zone and mutters, “No way…” Raising his red eyes to look into yours, Bakugou’s smile is sardonic, sinister even. “You little whore. What? You really get off to the shit we do to you?”
You bite your lip and shake your head, lying to yourself and them. Trying to anyway.
The ashen blonde moves your underwear to the side and sticks two fingers in your soaked pussy. He rubs his digits along your wet walls three times before pulling out and shoving his slick fingers in your face. “What the fuck is this then?”
When you keep your eyes closed and shake your head again, he slaps your bare thigh. The sound is just as bad as the pain, but you relish in it. You can’t help but open your eyes and let out a gasp.
“I asked you a question, bitch!”
You look at his fingers covered in your juices and moan. “I don’t fucking know. Let go of me!”
You want to fight. You want to be fierce, but you also want them to force your submission. You want the feeling of someone not giving up on you. That’s another reason why you’re so attracted to them. Despite all of your rebellion, they never walk away.
“Like hell we will,” they both say at the same time.
You still don’t have your glasses, and you think the world is spinning as you’re tossed over one of their broad shoulders. You can’t tell who it is until they start walking out of the classroom with an arm wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady. You push yourself up and see red hair walking right behind you.
You let out a whine, and Bakugou smacks your ass. “Be quiet, slut.”
You whimper and let your cheek rest against his lower back.
Kirishima stands right next to his best friend. “Your dorm or mine?”
“Eh. Yours.”
———
You arrive to the dorm room faster than you thought it would take. Bakugou dumps you onto the bed unceremoniously. Your head bounces against the mattress before your body settles, and you try to push yourself up only to have Kirishima pull you onto his lap. He pins you with a strong headlock. You can just barely manage short breaths. It feels so good.
Bakugou works on removing your skirt and blue panties. He even unbuttons your shirt, sliding the long sleeves down your arms. He wraps his arms around you, hands going underneath your back to unclasp your bra, discarding it on the floor with your pile of clothes.
You wriggle, trying to fight your way out of Kirishima’s strong grip, but it’s a fruitless task. There’s no way to get out of those strong arms. They laugh at you for even trying.
“That’s your problem,” Kirishima starts. “You think you can do all sorts of things. You’re school smart, but you’re one stupid fucking bitch if you think you can beat me in a strength match. You can’t stop thinking. What you need to do is just let us think for you.”
Bakugou begins rubbing that little clit of yours. You release a sharp breath as his fingers work you into a climax. Hunger. Pure unadulterated hunger lingers within your needy cunt. You’re not even ashamed as you grow wetter by the second.
Kirishima holds you tightly against him as he plays with your bare tits, whispering salacious things into your ear as if they were sweet nothings. “You’re being such a good little whore for us. Listen to you, moaning. Where is your place? Tell us where your place is.” He nibbles on your ear, waiting for your answer.
You, however, haven’t been tamed yet. You still want to be a defiant little brat. You bite your lip and shake your head as much as you can in his stiff headlock.
Bakugou chuckles and removes his hand from your stimulated bead. It takes you a second or two to notice what’s missing. Opening your eyes, you look at him with desire and impatience. You’re practically drooling with lust.
He pays your low growls no mind and simply pats your thigh where he smacked it earlier. “Kirishima gave you an order. What do little sluts like you do when someone gives you an order?”
‘Follow it…’ Just say the fucking words! “Fuck you!”
Bakugou looks at Kirishima. “She’s gonna take a while to learn her lesson.”
The redhead looks down at you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “That’s okay. It’s the weekend, and we don’t have anywhere to be.”
The explosive blonde grabs your ankles and pulls them up with one hand. You wriggle as your ass is vulnerable to his touch. You squeal when his palm cracks down upon your bare backside.
“I can do this all day, Little Mouse. Go ahead and push us as hard as you want. We’re not going anywhere.”
His words don’t come off as threatening as he intended. They come off as comforting. A part of you wants to cry at his promise, but you swallow your tears and moan when his heavy hand crashes down upon your tender skin.
He makes quick work of beating your flesh, striking you until you’re a crying mess and apologizing, all the while you’re loving how red he marks you.
Putting your legs back down, he leans over you with his hands on either side of your hips and looks you in the eyes. “Now, tell us where your place is.”
“Underneath the both of you.”
You feel Kirishima’s erection poking your back, but you don’t mind how hard he is. If anything, it makes you even wetter.
Bakugou lightly slaps your face. “Good girl. You can listen. It looks like there actually is something in between those ears after all. Might not be much, but it’s something.” He smirks at you.
Kirishima pinches your nipples roughly as Bakugou begins to delight in your pussy again. You feel something wet chase your clit. Something slippery swirling around it. You look down to see his mouth pressed against you like he’s eating his last meal.
Nobody has ever done that to you before, and you want him to do it over and over again. You can’t help the squirming. It’s so good that you can’t stay still. Your loud moans fill the room, and you barely register Kirishima’s grunts as your writhing creates friction against his hard cock.
When you come, you come hard. Your orgasm is sticky and tastes wonderful on the ash blonde’s lips. He cleans you up with his tongue and smacks your pussy. There’s nothing he likes more than seeing you get off, but he loves the fact that he made you get off.
Your eyes begin to close. You feel so tired, like you could drift off into a good sleep for a few hours.
“Alright, our turn.”
And suddenly your eyes shoot open. You look up at Kirishima as he releases you.
“I wanna stuff her mouth.”
“I’ll take her cunt. We can take that cute ass later. A slut like her is probably used to it though.” Bakugou tells his friend.
You sit up and shake your head, denying that anyone has been…back there.
They don’t pay any attention to you as Kirishima and Bakugou strip in front of you. The muscle. Oh Christ, the muscle on these beautiful bastards! You could come again just by looking at them. Your thighs quake with lewd suggestion.
Kirishima chuckles as he kneels on the bed on your left. That leaves Bakugou to manhandle you so that you’re on your hands and knees.
Already soaking with anticipation, Bakugou sticks his hard cock between your slick folds. He buries himself inside of you, pumping you with a mind blowing speed. Your jaw goes slack, giving Kirishima the opportunity to sheath his sword with your mouth.
Everything you want to say becomes muffled. “Oh, fuck, I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be such a good girl for you. You won’t even recognize me. Please, don’t stop!” Your words are incomprehensible, though.
Your bullies grip you in different ways, smack you in various spots. Kirishima gropes your breasts, clenches your hair in his fist. Bakugou leaves punishing bruises on your hips as he rocks you backwards and forwards. He has full access to slapping your ass, and he takes advantage of it.
Tears of pleasure fall down your cheeks as they fuck you stupid. That’s all you are. Their stupid little slut. Your place is right here: under them, between them, getting railed by them. It doesn’t matter. As long as you have their cocks in you, you’ll be on your best behavior.
It seems as though Kirishima is trying to specifically torment you further as he comes halfway in your mouth before pulling out and squirting jizz all over your face. The thick liquid fills up your mouth, but he orders you not to swallow until Bakugou comes.
He holds you by your hair firmly, making sure that you look at him to know how serious he is. You nod with understanding.
Bakugou releases his seed into you. He rests on your back, needing a moment to collect himself as he huffs with relief. Giving your ass a good smack, he stands up.
“Okay, you can swallow now,” the redhead tells you.
Obeying immediately, the thick fluid goes down your throat smoothly. You kneel on the bed, feeling Bakugou’s come dripping out of your soft cunt.
“We’ll have to get the whore a pill.”
“That’s okay. There’s a pharmacy not too far from here. We can go there once we get her all cleaned up,” Kirishima suggests.
“Yeah, but first…” Bakugou pulls out his phone and captures a picture of you kneeling naked on the bed with come coating your face while feeling your drenched pussy.
———
On Monday in class, you take your seat next to Izuku. You say a quick “hello” to him.
Your bullies saunter in, looking for you. You shrink down a bit, but it’s useless. They see you and walk over to your desk.
Standing in front of you, Kirishima and Bakugou look at you expectantly.
You know what you have to say, but here? Really?
You look up at them with pleading eyes, but they don’t budge. They have that picture of you, and they’re willing to share it with everyone at UA if you don’t follow their new rule.
You sigh and look at Kirishima mumbling, “Good morning, Daddy.” You look at Bakugou. “Good morning, Master.”
Bakugou grabs you by your chin. His gruff voice grumbles in a warning, “What was that?”
Your voice only goes up a few notches as you try again. “Good morning, Daddy. Good morning, Master.”
Satisfied, they return the greeting with a “good morning, Little Mouse” before going to their seats.
Izuku gives you an odd look, and you slump your shoulders. “Don’t even ask, Midoriya.”
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habken · 1 year
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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)
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delawaredetroit · 2 months
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Why does he fight like a bitchy middle school girl?
He really went straight to hair pulling like some schoolyard brawl
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