i just had the dumbest horny idea
when you knock on the door to bakugou's dressing room for the fifth time, he finally calls out an unfairly agitated, "gimme a damn minute!"
you have. you've given him several minutes, actually, none of which he had to spare. the announcement for the awards ceremony has come across the loud speakers, the music has started, and his assistant has sniffed you out and made it seem like whatever wardrobe malfunction he's having is all your fault.
you have half a mind to go and find his mother, but you're sure that would only end in bloodshed. and he's already late enough for his lineup.
the door isn't locked, and you tell yourself that if he really didn't want anyone coming in, he would have locked it; it comes open rather easy when you shoulder into it, and bakugou doesn't even bother to look up at you when you barge in.
he's completely dressed, head to toe in the emerald suit his mother designed for him. the pants are cinched at his ankles perfectly, tight enough that he can stuff the material into his heavy boots in a way that successfully comes across as effortlessâeven though it took you twenty minutes of folding to fit everything in its right spot.
he's even wearing the hat, which he'd previously flat out denied to do.
so you're really not sure what the god damn hold up is.
bakugou is half hunched over, his back to you, fiddling with something you can't see. a voice echoes through the ear piece you're wearing and you have to rip it out before you let your anxiety flare and your impatience burst.
"bakugou," you ask, as calmly as you can, so as not to set him off and drag this nightmare out any further. "can i help you with something?"
he lets out a dramatic huff, lifting up onto his tippy-toes as he continues doingâwhatever he's doing. "this fuckin' thing isâwhat the hell is thisâ"
finally he turns to face you, throwing his arms out into the air in exasperation. you ignore the frustration on his face in favor of doing another once-over of his outfit for tonight, and you grin at the result: he looks handsome as ever, formal enough to show he takes the ceremony seriously, but unconventional enough to still feel like dynamight.
and yet he's frowning.
you frown back. "what's the problem? you look great!"
his cheeks flush, and you think it's from his irritation until he gestures to his pants. "the problem," he grits out, "is that the fuckin' zipper is stuck."
oh.
This was pleasantly sensual, and that outfit would look amazing as fuck on him (even if Iâm not feeling the hat đŠ).
Been working on this for months, was a one shot but now it's not. Lol. As usual hope you enjoy.
All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
Summary: You grow tired of Bakugo's bad behavior and after 4 years as a couple, you make a run for it.
Katsuki Bakugo x Black!Reader
Darkfic. Stalking, humiliation, dub-con, mild Daddy!kink. Potentially some untagged triggers.
@palettesofrenaissance as requested I am tagging you on my first part!
My soul needed this â¤ď¸âđĽ
being katsuki bakugous ex girlfriend means fucking every single time you guys run into each other and him whispering words heâs too scared to normally say.
- âfuckkkk come back to me, mama.â he moaned as he softly bit into your shoulder, fucking you from behind.
- âmm, yâknow i still love you right? love you ând this pussy, -my pussy.â he huffed out, dragging your hips quickly up and down his shaft to try and drown out his words he spewed out.
- âplease come back, i miss you more than anything. i canât let you go.â he moaned, pressing his suddenly red face further into your neck as he stuffed his fat long cock into you missionary style.
he never gives you the opportunity to reply, just pounding into you harder to drown himself out.
Say it LOUDER for the people in the back đđ˝đŻ
How are you and I not best friends yet?
this stunning drawing of villain inmate!Bakugo was created for me by an incredibly kind and talented @explosion-island ! Please think about commissioning this artist đđ§Ą
Yan!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, heavy Yandere themes, non con sex, non con groping, sexual touching, headlocks, biting, thigh slapping, non con photo taking, 18+ characters
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You were trying so hard, you just needed a bit of patience from Bakugou. You really wanted to wait for marriage. You felt like it would be so special.
But heâs impatient. Heâs grumpy. Heâs insatiable. And he loves you so much his cock aches and he palms his crotch whenever he hears you in the shower.
And when you come out of the bathroom, wet and glistening with water droplets clinging to you as you adjust the fluffy towel around your breasts, thereâs not much else he can do. He canât hold back any longer.
Katsuki, as if with some kind of panther quirk, pounces at you like a feral animal, mating season be damned. He cups your ass with both hands, groping the fabric of the towel and getting so fucking frustrated as he plants the most passionate kisses on your lips.
A low growl ascends from his throat as he tears the barrier away from your body. Heâs frantically pushing you and pushing you, more and more until you find purchase against the dresser.
The pro hero spins you around, and in your wake of realization, as things begin to catch up and the brain fog dissipates, you finally understand whatâs happening.
âNo, no, wait! Katsuki, you said youâd wait!â
He rids himself of his shirt, pants second. Barefoot, bare back, bare thighs, bare arms, throbbing dick. Heâs all muscle with a pretty boy erection. Cock long and thick enough to induce orgasm after orgasm while the golden hair is kept perfectly trimmed.
Oh, you didnât know what he was packingâŚbut still! You want your first time to be special. You want it to be on your honeymoon in the hotel with your rings on and looking each other in the eyes. You want passion. Not possession. Not this.
Not Katsuki trying to fuck you up against the dresser after you just took a shower.
Tears start to well up in your eyes as you push and shove at his chest. âI said no! No! Stop it!â
His sharp teeth come down hot on your neck, leaving behind a stinging, throbbing pain in your skin. Your head falls back in pain as you arch your back, spine feeling like boiling water as his hands heat up from all the excitement.
Youâre fighting Bakugou too much. He doesnât like that. These past few months have been so painful for him. He loves you deeply, wants to make you happy. You just make his dick so hard, and reallyâŚisnât that kind of your fault?
The ash blonde keeps you bent over the dresser in your midst of what he would deem a âtantrumâ. You face the mirror as he lines up his thick mushroom tip with your little slit, your tight virgin cunt not having tasted the fruit of the opposite sex.
âIâve needed this, Teddy Bear,â he finally rasps into your ear as he plunges eight inches deep.
âNo!!! No! Fuck you! You said youâd wait! You promised! You liar!â
You can see it, can see your eyes shinning with the gloss of fresh tears. Itâs all because of him. You trusted him! How could he take that trust and spit on it, stomping it to little bits and pieces like it was nothing to begin with?
He doesnât even have the capacity to roll his eyes right now at your dramatic flare. Heâs too busy breeding your virgin cunt to even take in anything youâre saying.
He hears the sounds, but heâs not listening.
In one fluid motion, his forearm travels around your neck, his elbow to your windpipe as he rocks into you. He pulls you in closely as he watches you in the mirror. Katsuki canât help but choke you a little with the hold he has you in. A nice and deep headlock while he fucks your sloppy pussy.
Youâre bent over the dresser all the way by now, hips bumping into the wood as your cheek is pressed against your reflection. He forces your feet further apart and thrusts into you faster and deeper, harder and harder.
âYou said-â
âHuh?! Youâre still talking? Should I shove my dick in your mouth next just to shut you up? Fucking slut. Just lay there and take it. FuckingâŚtake it.â
Him inside of you like this is so overwhelming. You feel your thighs shaking, your lower belly clenching around a knot as he plows into you and pulls away before thrusting deep inside again.
The knot finally comes undone, and you feel a sense of ease wash over you. It all goes away when you feel that your boyfriend is still pounding away at your pussy.
Itâs all over, and you feel your orgasm, his come, and your virgin blood spilling down your thighs.
You hear the camera on his phone go off, and you whimper as you try to shy away, but all Katsuki does is land a harsh slap to your inner thigh to make you stay still. You yelp loudly at the painful sensation, the fluids running down your legs making the smack ten times harder.
He wipes the sticky mixture off on your asscheek and laughs. âHehâŚlooks like someoneâs gonna need another shower. Come on. I gotta wash my dick off.â
Bakugou grabs your wrist and leads you back into the bathroom, and you canât help but nod and follow along, absolutely afraid of what he might do if you say ânoâ. Itâs not like he listened the first timeâŚ
Warnings âď¸ A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control.
an: this was so entirely self-indulgent when i started this (and vaguely iâm imagining him as a rockstar around the 80s tho you can imagine whatever you like obvs!) but itâs his birthday so it was about time i revisited this depravity and finished it lol. happy (maybe slightly late) birthday bakugou <3
cw: everyone is an 21+, rockstar!bakugou, fan!fem!reader, idolisation and worship themes, flirting/banter, oral (m!), reader is called âdollâ, biting is vaguely mentioned, reader wears a skirt + lipstick + has cleavage on show â unedited, nsfw, MDNI.
It must have been fate that you were able to score a front row ticket to one of the most highly-anticipated concerts of your time. Not only was Bakugou Katsukiâs tour sold out within minutes, but this venue in particular was revered as The Show to see.
TW: OBSESSION, KIDNAPPING, MURDER, VIOLENCE, GORE, YANDERE THEMES
A/N: This was in very high demand so I hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for all the support xxx
READ PART 1 HERE
(Female Reader)
One cold, dark evening, Bakugo Katsuki walked away from the store you worked at and never came back.
Part of you couldn't care less. Another annoyingly persistent part of you cared far too much. It didn't make sense to you. Katsuki was nothing, and yet you still found yourself searching for those scarlet eyes in a crowd. The eyes that never drifted away as if they were anchored on your visage. Sometimes, in the quiet of your mind, you wondered if anybody would ever look at you like that again.
"Y/N, smile!"
Your cheeks hurt as your lips pulled into a wide grin. When you thought back on it, agreeing to marry the first wealthy man that asked might not have been the best idea.
"You lucky bastard!" One of Yuto's drunk friends laughed loudly, as he slung an arm around you carelessly. His breath stunk with expensive alcohol when he leaned in too close to you. "How did you end up pulling a girl like this when you look like that?"
The group laughed at that and you tittered along dutifully. Yuto smirked. "Laugh all you want but she was all over me from the start."
His friend (what was his name again?) groaned dramatically and your resisted the urge to push him off. Just a few more hours, you thought, and we can go home.
"Come on man, just tell us what you did!"
Yuto shrugged and sipped his drink. "You know girls like her. All they need to see is you throwing some money around and they practically throw themselves at you."
Everyone laughed again, voicing their agreement as if you weren't standing there, still smiling like a fool. It was true that Yuto and his friends were in a much higher tax bracket than you but it wasn't like he thought you were some kind of gold-digger.
...right?
The drunkard, whose name you still couldn't recall, leered down at you, bony fingers digging into your hip. "So she's that kind of girl huh?" His breath reeked. "Tell you what, I've got a five dollar bill, do ya think she'll let me get lucky tonight?"
This time, the only people that laughed were Yuto and his smelly little friend, though by the way his hand kept creeping downwards, you could tell it wasn't a joke. The crowd sort of chuckled awkwardly, many of them glancing at you, and you realized you had stopped smiling for the first time since morning.
Kenji. You remembered his name now. When you looked at him, all you could see was your reflection in the display area of the shop, looking down with a pompous, self-satisfied smirk. As if you were untouchable. The only difference was that you were the one being looked down on. The same way you looked down on Katsuki.
Kenji was still laughing when you swung, fist hitting his throat dead on. You watched impassively as he choked and coughed, eyes bulging nearly out of his sockets. Someone screamed and the creep gaped at you, holding his throat. You hoped it would bruise.
"Your breath fucking stinks," you hissed, just as Yuto pulled you away into the garden, away from the wedding reception. You stumbled and tripped but your husband's harsh grip on your arm kept you moving, deeper and deeper into the dark garden maze. The thought of a steamy escapade in the dark of night would have been promising any other time. But not this time.
You expected Yuto to be angry but you didn't expect him to slap you across the face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you know who you just hit right now?!"
"I could ask you the same."
The sudden voice made both of you jump. What you thought was a shadow shifted, revealing a large, broad frame of a man. He towered over Yuto, who was fairly tall, to his credit, but you could barely make out any features other than his light colored hair.
"And who the fuck are you?" Yuto snarled. "This is a private garden!"
The figure didn't move but Yuto surged forward, perhaps in some convoluted attempt to seem threatening. You wanted to tell him to stop, that something felt dangerous about this man but the stranger beat you to it.
There was a loud crack and you gasped when Yuto fell, struck down by the stranger's weapon. He stepped closer and a beam of moonlight fell over his face, highlighting chiseled yet familiar features. Your breath halted in your chest.
Bakugo Katsuki squatted down and fisted Yuto's hair, dragging him up to face level. "I asked you, do you know who you just hit?" The bat he used was covered in nails and a dark red substance you figured was blood, part of which was flowing from your husband's head.
"P-please," he stammered, all bravado gone. "I didn't d-do anything..."
A scowl marred Bakugo's features and he released Yuto's head, standing up. "Wrong answer, asshole." The spiked bat curved in a powerful arc in the sky before landing on Yuto's face. Again and again and again until he stopped screaming and only gurgled noises came from the mess of blood and flesh that used to be a human face.
You were paralyzed with fear, from the beginning of the assault until Bakugo finally locked eyes with you. Your knees gave way and you slumped to the ground, tears spilling uncontrollably. "Oh god, oh god, p-please- don't kill me...!"
Those eyes, those terrible scarlet eyes that you had stared down at from your pedestal, darkened. "Y/N..."
He recognized you. You sobbed and curled up protectively. "Please I'm sorry, please j-just don't kill me, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I-"
This was it, the moment he would take his revenge on you for all those years of dismissal and mockery. Bakugo frowned and moved towards you but you immediately scrambled up, intending to run further into the garden. You had to at least try to get away.
But Bakugo was much faster and stronger than the scrawny kid you remembered. You barely took two steps before he had caught you, hooking a thick arm around your neck despite your screams and struggles.
"Don't worry, baby, everything will be okay once I take you home."
Darkness creeped into your vision and the last thing you saw was the scarlet blood on your dress that only reminded you of those terrible, terrible eyes.
A/N: Part three anyone? :) if you liked this, please like, repost and drop a comment or request!
Pairing: Dark (aged-up) Katsuki Bakugo x (female) Reader
âśÂ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female Reader
SUMMARY:Â You get away from Bakugoâs toxic clutches. But soon your peace comes to an end.
WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; minor Violence/Abuse.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
I just realized today is his birthday, so here it is :) hope you guys like this.
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Loved this â¤ď¸âđĽ
TW: OBSESSION, DELUSION, YANDERE THEMES
A/N: Don't forget to like and repost if you enjoyed this! Let me know if you want part 2! xxx
A man after my own soul đŠ
I'm not looking to start shit so I'm not linking it or anything, but you may have seen a recent anti-dark-content post circulating with a lot of notes making rounds in the x reader sphere and while I have nothing against people posting their feelings in their own private spaces, every time I see these kinds of posts there's a lot of misinformation that gets regurgitated in the reblogs/replies and I saw what looked like a battlezone in the replies, so.
I know posts like that can be very jarring and affects people like my readers, so to combat misinformation/shaming for anyone who saw it, I'm going to share some of my information on combatting fandom puritanism/misogyny/kinkshaming in its most common forms.
The most important fact, if you read nothing else, is this:
62% to be exact. I think the most pervasive myth on this content is that consumers are "weird" for it, when the numbers don't indicate that. You're in the majority!
The vast majority of people who have rape fantasies do not put them into practice in real life. A variety of factors can determine whether or not they do, particularly specific psychiatric disorders. (X)
To specifically address common harmful and pervasive myths:
Generally any academic or professional resource will immediately tell you that consuming and engaging in "dark" fantasies is accepted and encouraged by mainstream psychiatry and part of the professional education for psychiatrists. (This also used to be pretty well-known until like the last 5 years or so, not sure why that changed.)
Here are some particularly insightful resources:
1) This article by Dr. David Wahl, in my opinion, hands-down does the best job of simply and thoroughly explaining why these fantasies occur and why couples practice CNC, as well as the fact that they are both harmless, psychologically beneficial to those with them, and not at all correlated to real-life rape.
2) Dr. Claudia Six has some of the best and most thorough material out there on the subject, specifically explaining why this is taught in mainstream academia psychology and how it is incredibly helpful to rape victims (X).
3) Lisa Diamond is a professional who focuses on this subject a lot, and was featured in the documentary "The Dilemma of Desire," in which she specifically focuses on how these fantasies are not correlated to real-life desires. (X)
4) Dr. Casey Lyle has specifically talked a lot on his socials about how fantasies, even in men/the perspective of the offender, do not correlate to actual risk of offending.
5) This article is not by a professional, but from the perspective of a survivor discussing how it is beneficial to survivors.
The idea that fictional tastes = what you want to happen to you in real life is actually of misogynistic origin. I don't want to seek out or add links on this one, but if you're really curious, you can research about how the idea that "women read rape fiction, that means they secretly want rape!" was originally a classic "red pill"/MGTOW/4chan talking point that made its way into mainstream dialogue and thus the public mind in the last 15 years or so due to the incel epidemic popularizing those communities.
On one hand, yes it's very important to acknowledge that trauma victims use it to cope, however I feel that over-emphasizing that gives the impression that non-victims should be excluded from consumption of dark content, so to clarify, it's a very valid means for all women. Many women who have not personally experienced rape still fantasize about it, and that's fine.
The full explanation as to why this is true for many of them would be lengthy (and addressed in the aforementioned Dilemma of Desire documentary), but in the simplest terms, nonconsensual sex is the only context in which patriarchal society permits women to have sex at all without feeling guilt. For many women, particularly those in more heavily misogynistic or religious cultures, these fantasies are appealing because the idea of consensual sex may give them feelings of shame, guilt, "sin," etc. These fantasies allow them to experience the feeling of being desired without guilt of participation.
No society on earth is free of the psychological grip that cultural misogyny has on women, and shaming women for adapting to the conditions they are forced to exist under is as harmful as the misogyny that causes it itself.
ALL women experience a form of psychological trauma inherent to female childhood and female adolescence in a patriarchal world, and that is just as valid as coping with individual traumatic events.
Good resources on the subject of why women have these fantasies and how they are helpful in general:
Although the resources above already address this, it's important to establish why this myth is so prevalent and what its origins are.
The idea that consuming media with dark themes leads to or indicates desires to replicate those acts is a residual element of two major events:
1) Puritan revival culture, popularized in the US and UK in the 90s and 2000s (also known as "Satanic Panic"). A major facet of this movement was TV megachurch preachers making money off of exploiting well-meaning but paranoid parents into believing that your child playing Dungeons and Dragons or Pokemon would make them future serial killers and lure them into satanic cults. (X)
2) at the tail end of this, it was cemented in the public mind as a cultural ripple aftershock of the Columbine shooting, where this sentiment became popularized as the general public blamed violent video games like Doom and "dark" music like Marilyn Manson (whose life was temporarily completely upended by the events and took him years to recover/be safe from) for the 1999 shooting. This event had MASSIVE permanent and global effects in all sorts of ways that the public often underestimates the sheer scope of, notably that it solidified, prolonged, and, in the minds of many, "proved" the paranoias of the preexisting Satanic Panic. (X) This established a precedent, leading to virtually any major horrible event being blamed on the perpetrator's media consumption, including murder and sex crimes.
What this myth ignores in the cases it references (the slenderman stabbings, columbine, sasebo slashing, batman shooting, etc) is two crucial facts: that hundreds of millions of people consume the same media with no negative effects (helpful effects even), and that in every single case cited as "evidence" to the claim, the perpetrator had a preexisting psychiatric condition correlated to acts of violence (which usually went ignored, downplayed and even accelerated/worsened by those around them rather than the help they needed).
Sorry for the wall of text, but I feel an ethical obligation to combat this kind of misinformation, and I hope these resources are helpful for those who may be negatively affected by common misunderstandings.
You are not abnormal or wrong for the fictional content you consume or the fantasies you have!
Sharing to support the causeâ¤ď¸âđĽ
If anyone that is on the side of the narrow minded, Incel apologists, or god forbid one of those âadvocate for the rights of fictional characters in fanfictionâ psychosâŚDonât waste your time typing an essay up for my inbox or comment space. Iâm a busy baddy, I wonât take the time out of my day to participate in your foolishness.
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Warnings: Some Katsuki-esque violence this chapter, thatâs all.
Honorable mentions đ
big brother bakugou who always finds a reason to be so in your space just to hear you whine and try to push him out of your room
big brother bakugou who smiles down at you every time you squeal when he pinches you, whoâs red eyes zero in on the tiny bruises he leaves on your thighs and hips
big brother bakugou who gets hard whenever you blush getting cornered by him
big brother bakugou who squeezes behind you a little too close when youâre alone in the kitchen together
big brother bakugou who flips your skirt up just to hear your sweet gasps, to hear you chastise him, to tell him to stop
big brother bakugou who promises oral isnât real sex, none of your friends said they lost their virginity when they got eaten out
big brother bakugou who blows against your wet panties to feel you shiver at how cold they get
big brother bakugou who buries his face in your pretty cunt while youâre pinned against a wall, a leg haphazardly thrown over his shoulder and your fingers twisting in his hair
big brother bakugou whoâs only heard your begging once and already wants to hear it every day, again and again, promising himself heâll be trying even harder to get between your thighs no matter how much you whine about how much of a pervert he is for it
big brother bakugou who pulls away and smooths out your skirt right as youâre about to cum on his tongue because what happened to âits wrong, ki, we canât do that, ki, donât touch there, ki, stop, kiâŚâ?
big brother bakugou whoâs just so so so gross and so so sooooo addictive
