hello, i am raven! i just thought i would take the time to post a fair warning for anyone who should mistakenly stumble upon my blog. although i am not a writer, i am fortunate enough to follow those who have a tremendous amount of talent that i take the time to like and reblog whenever i wish. and the content may primarily contain explicit content that includes dub-con, non-con, and yandere behavior.
and while anything and everything i do reblog is already properly tagged for what could be triggering content, i figured i’d add my own just to be safe and to avoid any annoying interferences.
I'm not sure if this was deleted or if I have just been scrolling past it, but I'm looking for a Rafe Cameron fic in which Y/N is Topper's sister returning to OBX for some reason and Rafe has always had a crush on her despite never giving him any kind of reciprocation. Eventually he drugs her and they sleep together, if I'm remembering correctly..
But it was amazing and hopefully someone knows what I'm talking about.
Maybe I'm tripping but is there anyone else noticing the lack of Stephen Strange fics, dark or otherwise? Like I forgot how hot he is and Multiverse of Madness reminded me and there's like nothing out here for him. Especially Sinister Strange and the universal love each variant has for Christine like come on. You're telling me that's not a catch right there?
Come on, talented people. You know what the world needs.
I can't wait for the onslaught of Moon Knight dark fics soon to come as we watch the series. The more we learn, the more I see so much potential and I'm so fucking ready.
if you see this cry for help, feel free to drop some good fic/writer recs for -
dark!peter parker (preferably andrew's)
dark!bruce wayne
dark!clark kent
and if possible, dark!rick flag and dark!adrian chase/vigilante
i feel like i've actually searched the entire app up and down for some and often times i usually don't look up the right tags, so if you can and know of any, i would appreciate the assist.
I just realized I've never seen a dark!Peter Parker as portrayed by Andrew Garfield. He's got a lot of potential. Never seen so much trauma in my life.
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Peter Parker + crush + bondage
❤no pressure, this is meant as fun inspo only and completely voluntary❤
"Let her go, Peter!"
The New York wind whipped around you, shaking the giant spiderweb a bit, and making you tremble even more. You wanted to pull against the webbing that held you in place, but the fear of falling to your death kept you from moving an inch. The breeze cooled the tears on your face, and you looked up in fear, wondering how you got yourself into this situation.
You hadn't meant to lead him on. That hadn't been your intentions. You didn't think anything of it when he wanted to study at a nearby coffee shop. Or when he'd offered you the extra ticket Ned had gotten for a concert. Why would you when Ned and MJ were there too? You didn't think it was that serious when you'd turned down his date, a little sad as you watched the disappointment bleed into his eyes. It wasn't him, you just didn't want to date anyone, and that was what you'd told him.
You'd thought everything was fine.
You'd thought wrong.
You swallowed down a sob as the man in question crawled towards you, looking much like the spider that he called himself. The web trembled a little, and you turned your head away as he neared you. Tony Stark was nearby, clearing out this entire section of New York once the news had caught wind of some strange woman caught in the hero's web. He'd been trying to talk to Peter for over an hour now, too afraid to do anything that would send you spiraling into the water below.
"All I wanted was a chance," Peter whispered as he ripped his mask off.
His hand cupped your chin, forcibly turning you towards him, lips a hair's width away from your own. His brown curls kissed his forehead, equally dark eyes sparkling with something that made your blood run cold.
"Look what I've done for you. The whole world knows who I am now. I'd happily expose myself just for you to say yes..."
"Peter, please, I-."
"Just give me a chance," he begged.
You had barely begun to shake your head when he grabbed you, and you were flying through the air. The scream that left you was blood-curdling, sure your death was right around the corner when you suddenly stopped in midair. You looked up in horror, eyes widening at the webbing around your wrists before following it up to the bridge.
Peter stood there, looking down at you with an expression that made your stomach drop. You didn't like the look on his face, the determination in his eyes. He was holding you up, swaying in the air, and you blinked back tears when he tilted his head to the side.
"Peter, stop-!"
"One word..."
You shook with sobs.
"3 letters..."
"P-Peter, please-."
"Say it, and this will all be over," he coldly said.
You only cried in response, a shout leaving you when you dropped a few inches. Your wide eyes met his again, realization hitting you as he raised one dark brow at you.
"Peter..."
You dropped another inch, making you gasp, blood cold as it took everything in you not to look down.
"I'm sorry, please-."
"That's not what I want to hear."
Another few inches, and your legs were kicking, hands desperately trying to grab the line of webbing, hoping and praying you could climb up somehow like he often did. Another breeze blew by, and when your eyes met his again, there was no patience, no understanding left.
With a snap of his hand, he detached himself from you, and time seemed to slow down as you hung there for a few seconds. The web fell down around you, and your lips parted in a gasp, flailing in the air before your rapid descent began.
The 10th Commandment (Bucky Barnes x plus size!Reader )
WARNINGS: NON-CON, infidelity/mentions of, fatshaming, jealous!Bucky, housewife kink, Steve Rogers x reader, side of Bucky x Nat
! By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut !
➥ {page breaks done by @firefly-graphics }
summary: Marrying Steve Rogers surpassed all of your expectations, gaining both a husband and a family, but try as you might, you could never quite get his best friend to warm up to you.
could we get slight bully!bakugo, seven minutes in heaven with a darling who constantly laughing and having a blast but is afraid of Katsuki. also Katsuki having a major crush on her, yandere obsessive style
u know I love bully!bakugo!!!!! had a lot of fun writing this, tihi
She was always laughing. Whether it was slight humming, a slim catlike smirk stretched upon her face, eyes like lightning as she tried to contain herself, or a giggling fit where her teeth shone quite like the explosions in his palms, her face contorting into a wide-spread grin and eyes scrunched into blindness, or ugly hiccupping snorting mad-house cackles that rung through the hallways and always seemed to reach his ears no matter where he was. There wasn’t a time she didn’t wear a smile, no matter how soft, how sharp or those shit-eating snickering grins. She was always, constantly, unrelentingly chortling and choking on her own laughs, driving him mad. No matter how many times he’d swatted her books out of her hands, he was met with a larger than life smile and a howl of laughs, threatening him with how she’d get him back with a prank of her own someday, and though that day never seemed to arrive, she was haunting him well enough with her unstifled humor.
And it was all he was able to think about. No matter where he was, no matter who he was with. He could be training with Kirishima, working up a sweat, feeling his muscles ache not only from heavy lifting and sparring with his friend but from scowling so hard for so long because his mind kept spurring and drifting and forcing him to retract memories from the girl who seemed to laugh more than breath. He could be studying, or eating, or in class, or with friends, or with family. He could be buried balls-deep inside some slut, some gorgeous slut who frowned that trade-mark scowl all girls think comes across as mysterious, but all he would be able to think off was the laughing smiling bubbly frizzy clumsy girl, who’d he go out of his way to bump into every single morning. He even dreamt of her. Dreams where he’d let his own mouth shape those same beautiful loud fireworks sizzling from her throat and let loose into the air, where even he would gasp for breath, however not from drowning or dying or anything somber where his dreams usually would lead him, but from overwhelming thrill.
And now, Kirishima having dragged him along to some stupid party in their common-room, having this one time let himself go along with it: there she was, on a table, drink in hand, laughing, laughing, laughing.
They stayed longer than what they’d ever had at any party, past midnight, past Bakugo’s designated bedtime, but he couldn’t possibly be expected to leave now, now that more than half of the guests had buzzed off, gone home or passed out. Now that there could only be found the very strongest of warriors left to keep the party going. Hell no, he wasn’t going anywhere, not when that girl still dared laugh.
He wasn’t overly drunk, but he was good at pretending. Talk loud, slur words, heavy half-lidded blinking, slouch. Kirishima laid passed-out behind the couch, Bakugo’d checked on him once or twice and he seemed to be alright just buzzed out of his mind. He couldn’t tell if she was drunk, she seemed high more than anything, still laughing, a few yawns and hiccups littering in between the snickering but it was still unmistakable laughter nonetheless.
Seven minutes in heaven was a game he’d never humored with his presence before, always scoffing before leaving abruptly each time it was mentioned. But now, having tasted more than he’d like of partygoing life, he realized it was supposed to be a stupid game, that’s the whole point of it. And especially now, sitting across from that star-eyed freak, he understood how stupidly ambitious and nerve-wrecking and hopeful and fun the game actually was.
So much pressure on a coke-bottle, empty as someone had abused its contents for masking the sterile taste of spirits, now spinning, spinning, quite like their heads, quite like the room. Spinning, spinning until it landed on him. Katsuki nearly reached out too quick, nearly made the mistake of seeming too eager. He was being destroyed under the pressure. Slight influenced mind trying its bet to calculate what vigor he should use in the flick of his wrist as he spun the bottle, how much or how little force to make it land exactly on her. It was nerve-wrecking, bordering on insanity, where he felt if he failed he might just have to kill someone. But, thousands of hours of training, perfecting his skills have their affect, and if he couldn’t manipulate a bottle, he would argue it was all for nothing; pointless.
It was strange saying her name. He was half expecting his voice to crack under the pressure, but he remained calm, leisurely, bored. The tip of the bottle pointed point-blank at her, almost too perfect, but no one could suspect him of rigging the game. And as she jumped up, a leap that could have been mistaken for enthusiasm were it not for the wobbling knees that looked as though they would buckle and send her staggering, he felt his palms beginning to sweat, but with the smell of sweet liquor and other fruity punch filtering the air, the smell of caramel went on unnoticed.
Of all the things he could have mistaken for other things, the look in her eye, that lingering hidden look of uneasiness… it was no deception. She was nervous… no, she was uncomfortable. Uncomfortable under his stare, his scowl, his dark featured grimace, his towering height, his brawny frame… him, in all his broody glory.
And why wouldn’t she be? She’d seen him in the sports festival. All raging and raving and deadly. He’d tried to listen if she was cheering for him or not, but any sound she had made, if she had made any at all, was too weak to be heard by him. She didn’t want someone like him. She should want someone like him, but girls whom hearts are made up of dandelion-fluff don’t want someone who can set them on fire, they want someone who’s smile feels like a beach-breeze and not like the onset of death and the promise of having their throats ripped open.
He couldn’t care though. He’d make her see. Make her see how much she could end up needing him. Who did she think protected her from slobbering feral hounds in the hallways at school? Who did she think vouched for her when she walked home every day, keeping the demons at bay just for her safety? Who did she think spread that rumor about her sleeping with one of the guys in class 3A Hero-course? Who did she think left her that card on valentine’s day? It was definitely not Denki like she had wrongfully wished. And what did she think happened to the valentine’s she gave to Denki? Did she think he ignored her? Was that why she cried so much like a little crybaby? Did her widdle itty biddy heart break because of it? So sad. But she deserved it. He wasn’t going to let her fuck this up too.
His calloused hand reached out to cup her cheek, tilting her head slowly, softly, to try and not scare her even more than what she seemed, his own head leaning in closer, tongue strutting, breath wafting, but as her gaze looked up to meet his he saw the flittering panic swirling inside them as clear as day.
Something about his musk bothered her. Something akin to déjà vu flaring up past her eyes, but the feeling of recognition would have to wait as his lips were getting dangerously close to hers. “Bakugo, wait!” He would have said she shrieked, but the sound remained a whisper, her small insignificant hands adding slight pressure as they pushed against his unmovable chest.
He was annoyed, but he didn’t want to seem too offended or disappointed. “This is what we’re supposed to do.” He drawled, trying to imitate nonchalance, trying to ease the atmosphere, trying to act as though he wasn’t going to force his tongue down her throat one way or the other in the span of the remaining next six minutes.
She exhaled in a small attempt for a laugh. There was no describing how uncomfortable she looked, pressed completely against the wall by her own doing, knee jutting out as she leaned her ankle against the wall, the stance actively trying to make the movement of Bakugo’s approach impossible, even though they both knew nothing could stop him if he truly wanted something. Her hands still meekly present in their act to keep him where he was. “You’re funny.”
“You’re not laughing.” If felt less like an observation and more like an epiphany.
Something about his tone just shook her, the air seemed to lick her skin like flames as she felt herself grow sweaty, a weight of some sorts straining on her shoulders. He took a step further, pushing her knee out of the way with the brush of his thigh insignificantly, making her gasp. “I don’t want-” He didn’t care, his large hand finding her mouth, muzzling what protest she was about to squeak.
“Just be quiet for a second.” He breathed the words, bordering on frantic in his tone, large hand squeezing her chin as he pushed her head into the wall. Burning, drooling mouth finding her throat, knee prying her thighs apart, hiking her up and into the wall behind her, as he hunched in his position to suck at her neck, spiky hair pinching the sensitive underside of her chin. He could feel her pulse on his tongue, the drumming spiked and increasing in its speed, hummingbird-like as his teeth started grazing against vital veins, feeling the tremor of a whimper spring up her jugular, her hands striving to get him off.
He felt his hand grow wet over her mouth, not because she was biting, but because the tears cooped up and welling in her eyes had started to spill. He didn’t know why it turned him on, he didn’t know why the sound of her sniffling made his pants tighten and toes curl, he knew he should stop. He should stop before going too far, before giving her any more of a reason to report him. He should stop so that maybe he could strike again at another time, a more convenient time and a more convenient place.
He pulled away, wiping his mouth clean of his drool with the back of his sleeve. A huff that was supposed to sound drunken and stupid and only slightly apologetic, just the right amount of clumsy to make her excuse the whole ordeal on alcohol. “I’m sorry.” He manipulated his voice to sound groggy, slugging and slurring his words, forcing a slight wobble into his stance as he stepped back.
It took some time before she slid back down from the wall, hands sliding, fingers curling as she stared intently into the ground, her focus shifting a couple times as though assessing the situation, weighing her options. “It’s okay.” She squeaked, a sign that it was definitely not okay, her breathing shallow as opposed to his heavy exhales. Her hand soon ascending from her side to grab the doorknob, but finding it was locked. She felt trapped, so inescapably trapped, hopeless, with a drunken beast who’d just made a chew-toy out of her throat.
She gasped as his hand reached to grab hers, only finding he was also questing for the doorknob, not letting the fact that it was locked stop him, breaking the door open with his strength. The sound of metal breaking made her guts sink, yet the promise of a now open door seemed like a light at the end of the tunnel, one she jumped perhaps too desperately towards, but she couldn’t care about protecting his feelings. Right now, all she wanted was to go back to her dorm, fall into bed, perhaps cry just a little bit and wake up with the lingering presence of a hangover, perhaps, if she was lucky, she’d have forgotten how the night ended.
She refrained from apologizing to the rest of the fray as she made her way out of the common room, smiling groggily at her friends and excused herself with saying how she was tired and wanted to go to sleep. None of them questioning the deep red flowering bruise on her neck.
The walk back to her dorm-room felt like eternity, or perhaps it was because she felt as though she couldn’t get their fast enough. She didn’t collapse in bed like she’d sworn she’d do, but rather stripped and hopped in the shower instead. She could excuse the action on wanting to wash away the sweat she’d produced with dancing for hours on end, or the small splatters of alcohol and soda that spilled from her cup, or on the feeling of having residue of her friends barf on her skin. She could excuse it on any number of bacteria that might have found its way onto her skin or in her hair, or on the glitter or make-up that had smeared each time she wiped her face with her clammy hands in the heat of the party. But… she knew what was to blame for her discomfort. He put his hands on her. Hands; triple her size and infinitely more deadly in all their explosive strength. His slobbering wet tongue licking and sucking up her throat as though she was something to devour, his teeth marking their presence on her as if she were his property. His size alone, his voice, his growl, all factors in making her skin crawl. The shower wasn’t helping. She didn’t feel any less dirty, any less used, any less of feeling like less, weak, vulnerable, afraid. Even as she scrubbed at her skin, making blotches of red appear, further indicating just how sensitive she was. It didn’t help.
She wrapped herself in a white towel. The cleanliness almost making her mourn the loss of her innocence. And she knew she was being mellow-dramatic… or… she knew people would think it at least. To say she was taken advantage of would be looked upon as exaggeration and she could already hear the critics were she to say anything. He hadn’t even kissed her, but the bitemarks on her neck must be proof of something, right? But again… he was top three, not just of any course in UA, but the Hero-course, class 3A Hero-course top three, some would probably argue he was the best out of those small margins as well, no matter how big Deku’s smile was or how handsome Shoto was, Katsuki was the strongest, the best, the indisputable champion. What was her word against his anyway? And why was she even upset? To have gotten the attention of one of the most popular boys in the school? But… he’d bit her… he’d… manhandled her… was she just supposed to let it all go? Was there any other choice?
Three sharp knocks, that could have been mistaken for gunshots, sounded on the door, ripping her from her thoughts. Her head snapped to the noise, whipping her wet hair, letting it snake around her throat over the traumatized reddened purplish skin found there, the locks slicking around her like a noose, and her towel feeling forever more revealing and tiny as she went to unlock and peek through the open crack by the slight opening she made with the door.
“Hey…” She recognized the voice at once and quickly made to push the door closed, but… he was quicker and stronger, shoving it back open and stepping into her room. “That’s rude.” She didn’t look amused by his quip, but then again, she was unsure if it was even meant as a joke. He closed the door behind him, locked it and turned around to find she looked serious, scared, pretty with her hair against her neck like meanders, creating curtains for him to peek through to see what bruises he’d made on her neck earlier. They looked good on her.
She stumbled back, one hand clutching the towel and the other held slightly up in instinctive defense. “You’re drunk, Bakugo, go home.” She tried, even though she had a slight irking he wasn’t as drunk as he’d made himself out to be.
He cocked his chin, looking her up and down. Her legs still dripping with water; glowing, with her hand reached towards him, her small insignificant hand that made his hand seem as though he could hold the whole world in his palm. “Don’t even want to hear my apology?” His voice lilted, cocking an eyebrow, stare lingering on the valley between her breasts before finding her eyes again.
She shook her head. “I told you already, it’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, it was far from okay, but lying was a small price to pay if it would mean not having him in her dorm-room at night with her in just a towel. “I just want you to leave.” There was a slight hint of begging in her voice, a sound that made his pants tighten. He was getting pretty fed up with being teased.
A small smile splayed on his lips, so small it was nearly imperceptible, something of which made it that much more gut-wrenching. “Well… I don’t.” He leaned against the door, arms crossed, further signaling that he wasn’t about to do any such thing as leave.
Her bottom lip shook upon his words, but stopped as she bit down on it. “It’s not your decision.” The lilt that sounded like she didn’t at all really believe her own words was so preciously present in her voice, her complacence beckoning something dominant inside him.
He pushed himself off the wall, took three strong steps forward. “Isn’t it?” She was forced to sit down on the bed, looking up at him, her towel parting, exposing her thigh.
She whimpered. “You’re scaring me, Bakugo. Please, just leave.” She tried wrapping the towel back over herself, but in her position of sitting, most of the fabric gathered in the creasing folds.
“It’s Katsuki.” His tone was low, contained, dangerous.
She wanted to slide out from her place on the bed, but he was standing right in front of her, blocking her with his large frame, his large strong body, and she was afraid if she tried to move that one of those large hands was sure to push her back down again. “We don’t know each-other, Bakugo.”
He scoffed, which turned into a twisted smile which made her wonder if smiles were ever even meant as a nice gesture, because when she looked at his teeth she couldn’t help but wonder how they felt when being sunk into the tender flesh of her neck. “No? I know you.” With fear motivating her, her hand placed on his hip to steady him, keep him away, even though his knee climbed up to sit on the edge of the bed, right next to her, trapping her, making her shuffle further back onto the mattress, Bakugo following suite, crawling after, like some animal closing in on its prey. “I know you so much that I have your laugh narrowed down to the very last pitchy detail.” Her brows furrowed, eyes unable to look away from his blood-soaked orbs, her small hands trying to keep the space between them, even though he hovered above her with no intention of budging. “I know you so much that I can see you as clear as day when I’m sleeping.” She wanted him to get off, but too much movement on her side would leave her in an even more vulnerable position than she already was. She couldn’t move much, preoccupied with keeping her towel in place, but also with trying to wrap her head around his words. His head dipped down to be placed beside her own, lips brushing against her ear. “I have your voice repeating my name over and over each time I jack off or when I’m fucking some fucking extra that isn’t you.” She swallowed thickly, beginning to sniffle, bleating when his hand brushed up her side, despite it still being covered by her towel. The fabric seemed insignificant, burnable. “Or… that fantasy is kinda fractured, ‘cause you’ve actually never once, not once, said my name, so please, won’t you say it?” His nose pushed in her temple, his voice bordering on pleading, his hands touching up and down her shape, wanting to push aside the flimsy towel and feel her nice warm soft skin against him. “Or… perhaps I’ll have you screaming it instead.”
She was practically sobbing now, cries ricocheting through her, hands doing their best to push at him, but remained useless. “Ba- Baku- go-” It was barely audible, but adorable, yet not exactly what he had wanted.
“Wrong.” He growled and she jumped in her position beneath him, between his groping hands.
She was thoroughly panicking beneath him, struggling to breath it would seem. “Please, let go, please, please, don’t-”
He had to roll his eyes, it wasn’t like he was asking for much. “Don’t be so dramatic, I just want you to say my name, that’s all, and I’ll go.” He shouldn’t lie, but it seemed like such a good motivator, and probably a good promise that would help calm her down.
She steadied her breathing, sharp inhales that seemed to catch in her throat as she looked at him. Her mouth opening and closing for a while like a fish out of water, before she managed to word the syllables. “Ka- Katsuki.” She continued to tremble, as his thumb made way to stroke the tears away from her cheek roughly.
“There you go, that wasn’t so hard.” He licked the base of his thumb, her tears salty on his tongue and she cringed at the sight so much she thought she might just shrivel into nothing.
And, as she suspected, he made no indication of getting off her. “You said you would leave.” Her voice was thin, windy, jumpy like a record, tired, defeated.
“And you believed me.” He licked his lips, eyeing her bloated red ones, wondering what it would be like to gnaw on them until they bled, what sounds she would make then. “Besides... you still owe me a kiss.” His hand tipped her chin, holding her cheek in place even as she jerked to hide.
“Bakugo, no-” She tried, but he didn’t care for whatever she had to say.
Cutting her off yet again. “Did you already forget, don’t call me that.” His teeth grit as he growled into her face.
“Get off me!” It was made up of sobs more so than words.
His forehead pressed against hers in a means to stop her flailing, hot breaths that didn’t at all smell like alcohol hit her face. “I’m not leaving without that kiss.” His hands had caught her wrists, pressing them into the bedsheets. She trembled, chewing on her bottom-lip, sniffling. She had to second-guess why exactly she felt like she was sick with fever. If it were perhaps just the stress or the crying or... the boy’s cultivated fire-quirk. She didn’t have to wonder for long. The threat of arson more or less making the decision for her. Her chin cocked forward just a bit, hesitating, eyes flickering, nose blaring, breath hitching, lips nearing his, pressed softly against one another, but it all lasted much too short for Bakugo’s liking. “You call that a kiss?” He growled, not giving her much time to prepare herself for what happened next as he pressed on and pushed forward, capturing her lips yet again in what was a much too passionate and violent and hungry kiss than what she had agreed to.
He was so brutish and cruel, his hands finding her ass and pinching the cheek through the fabric of her towel, making her gasp and allowing him access into her mouth, exploring the space with his tongue as he growled like a puppy humping a plushie. His teeth soon grinding her lip as he pulled away, a string of silver connecting their lips, but it was soon destroyed as he dived in yet again, slobbering wet kisses down her neck, on her collarbone, between her breasts. His hand diving between the slit in her protection created by the ends of the towel, between her thighs.
“Stop!” Her freed hand made to grip his hair, prying him off, or at least trying too. He stopped to look up at her again. “Please! I’m… I’m not… please, don’t…” She didn’t have to say it, the panic, the pure fear-stricken hysteria in her eyes said it all.
He smacked his tongue against his teeth, she was unsure if he was more upset with her for protesting or upset with himself for folding, grunting with his face falling into her stomach and she felt like she was seconds away from fainting from how frightening a feeling it was to have his lips and tongue and teeth so close to her exposed virginity. “Didn’t you hear my confession?” He groaned. “I can’t stop.” It was a poor way of saying he was sorry. “I… think I… love you.” He mumbled into the bare skin found between her chest and belly-button, the reverberations sending goosebumps to come to the rescue, the armada doing little to make her feel safe.
She couldn’t help but let the whimper slip past her lips. “Don’t do this, please.” Asking was all she had. Asking, pleading, begging, bargaining. Bakugo had made that much clear. He had made his decision long ago, and even though it had gone unbeknownst to her, she was his with little room to digress.
“I’m sorry…” She was afraid he was apologizing for what he was about to do and not for what he had already done. “I’m sorry” He repeated, dragging himself off her, draping the towel over her body yet again. “You just… drive me crazy.” He breathed, before stepping off with a laugh, a laugh so lighthearted it should have been illegal in the situation they were in. “Perhaps I am drunk.” He turned around to see her dart to the bathroom, but his bark made her stop in her tracks. “Don’t you dare leave.” Her shoulders grazed and she looked back at him with eyes large and glossy and on the verge of breaking down.
“I’m- I just want to change.” She simpered, and he thought she looked awfully lot like a small scolded child; cute.
“Yeah? And lock yourself in the bathroom?” His eyebrow quirked. She might be cute, but he wasn’t about to let that get the best of him. “Nah, you can change in front of me.” He sat back down on the bed, spying at her.
She scratched her arm, wanting nothing more but to change into safer clothes, yet feeling changing in front of him would be the epitome of danger. “Could you… could you turn around?” Her voice was so timid, he was tempted to say no, but decided he’d probably played enough with her, falling onto the bed with his face having a great view of the ceiling, but his thoughts are hard to fend off and he was quickly given an idea.
“Wait…” She paused, pulling the towel back on before he could catch a glimpse of anything. She held tightly onto a pair of panties, thinking first things must be first in situations like this. Her heart beginning to race as she watched him undress, thinking and expecting the worst, thinking he was soon to have her up against the wall, her towel falling to the floor. “Put this on.” He handed her the black skull-headed hoodie he’d been wearing.
She didn’t feel herself in any position to refuse. Her fingers reached out, gently clutching the fabric presented to her. Her voice breakable like glass as she spoke. “Thanks.” That was cute, so fucking adorable, he nearly groaned by the mere sound of it.
She waited for him to look away once again and he did so with a huff, as she felt the slight irking of gratitude warm in her toes. She still put the underwear on first before treading the hoodie over her head. The fabric, too poorly fitted for her small frame obviously, drooping around her shoulder, the sleeves reaching a whole arms-length past her fingertips. It smelled as well. Not at all like alcohol like she’d expected, or smoke, but like caramel. That familiar scent she could have sworn followed her home every day, or was the soap she thought the janitors washed the school hallways and lockers with. She thought it was a strange choice for cologne, but with the amounts of the scent wafting about her room, she was unsure if it maybe was something he was emitting instead of choosing to drench himself with. She broke from her thoughts, eyeing the man taking up two-thirds of her bed. “So… you’re not leaving?” He sat up, running his tongue over his teeth at the sight of her. She never wore anything black, or at least not without it being drowned out in pastel. She looked like he’d fucked her good. Her hair unruly, slowly having dried to a frizzy mess. Wearing nothing but his hoodie, the article reaching to her mid-thighs, meaning he could pretend she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. His purple love-bites adorning her neck much too prettily than any jewelry ever could.
“It’s like you’re wearing a tent.” He smirked, kicking off his shoes, further answering her question. His belt followed suite, landing on the floor with sharp metal clanking. His red eyes made contact with hers, as he unbuttoned his pants, zipping them down, and pulling them off his thighs and legs, leaving him in his boxers and T-shirt. “Come on…” He patted the bed. “I promise I won’t bite.” She didn’t feel much choice left in the request. Knowing how if she stood there for much longer he’d probably come to grab her instead. Anyway, the result would be the same. “I know… this isn’t exactly how normal relationships should start, but… I gotta say… I don’t really give a fuck.” She sat down, sinking into the bed, and he lied down, pulling the covers up to drape them, letting her settle next to him before he shifted to pull her close. “You smell good.” She felt small, so unbearably small, so trapped between his large scarred arms with the smell of burnt sugar so suffocating around her, she was perplexed with how he was able to smell anything but it.
Yet, she replied. “Thanks.” It was a mumble, as she focused on the hammering of his heartbeat against her back, how sporadic it was, how spiked and uncontrolled, wondering if he was as scared as she was, wondering what type of fear it was.
“Good night.” It was strange, she couldn’t point out any of the anxiety in his voice as he spoke, but she supposed that’s one of the many things you learn how to hide in the hero-course.
“Good night…” She echoed, closing her eyes, which made the feeling of his breaths fanning across her neck more adamant, how his lips kissed her jawline and how comfortingly warm his whole body was when pressed against her.
request: “Oh your stuff is great, looking forward to more. What about… yandere Bakugou? Bullying his crush because that’s the only way he can deal with his feelings?”
a/n: katsuki just needed that little push to spill his feelings to his darling…and they just needed a much bigger one to accept them. stalking, obsession, manipulation, bullying, excessive cursing, kidnapping.
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“I’ll fucking kill you, you damned brat!”
His voice was like an incessant shriek inside your ears, only accentuated by the blast of heat that just barely missed your cheek, and singed the ends of your hair. You slid to a stop on the stone floor, ready to duck out of the way of his chaotic explosions once again–but it was then that the bell finally rang out in the gym, signalling both the end of the exercise….and, more unfortunately for you, Katsuki’s defeat.
“Bakugo, you failed to rescue the civilian in time. Victory goes to the villain.”
Aizawa’s monotone voice echoed out across the room, as he scribbled down some notes on his clipboard, and the other students began to disperse at the ring of the final bell. Chatting among themselves, laughing and heading off to the changing rooms as they collected their belongings to go home…everyone seemed to be in high spirits, and normally, you would be too after such a triumphant win.
“Move, brat.”
But the glory faded away just as quickly as it was given, pushed from your mind as Katsuki shoved past you, having you stumble and fall to the ground fully in his intentions. As he disappeared with a grunt into the changeroom, the door slamming shut behind him, you finally let out a sigh and got back to your feet, brushing the dust from your sore knees.
You truly had no idea why Katsuki hated you so much. His anger was so passionate, so intensely focused on you, the only other person that had earned his rage just as heavily as you did was Izuku–and even he got a reprieve most of the time, as long as he avoided him. But for some reason, Bakugo just seemed to not be able to stand even looking your way, and it was making it harder and harder to relax at school, knowing his eyes would be burning into the back of your head. And it had gotten even worse now, considering you had all just moved into the on-site dorms…you really couldn’t get even a moment of peace, when he was glaring at you wherever you were.
Well…there wasn’t anything you could do for the moment. So, choosing to forgo changing from your uniform until you got back to your room, you hurried into the changeroom and scooped up your bag, just hoping you would make it back to the dorms before Katsuki decided to beat another lesson into you.
“I told you to slow the fuck down, did I not?”
Your body stiffened as your back hit the solid wall behind you, Bakugo throwing you against the side of the school so hard, you had to tense up just so your head wouldn’t ricochet off it like a limp ragdoll. His fists had curled up tight in your shirt, holding you up almost to your tiptoes as he leaned in threateningly close, enough so that if he decided to activate his quirk, you would absolutely be blown to smithereens. He despised you so, so much…and all it would take was one burst of nitroglycerin, and your death would be splattered all over the news, just as your blood would do the same over the wall of your school.
“I know you’re not deaf, you little shit. Answer me.”
Fumbling with your seemingly useless hands, you soon worked up the strength to push him off a bit, at the very least getting him to release you, even though he was still close enough for you to feel the hot, seething rage burning from his skin.
“G..Go away, Bakugo! I don’t know what I did to piss you off, but..but I just want to be left alone, okay? I’m sorry!”
Any attempt to sound less than pathetic fell short, when Bakugo was looking at you with those deep, intense eyes. But when they were apparently focused on you every waking hour of every day, there was little you could do to change anything about it.
“‘Sorry’ ain’t gonna fucking cut it. You’re so lucky…if it were anyone else, you’d be six feet under the fucking ground by now.”
…That one detail caught your attention. Certainly, most of the time he spoke, it was in raging tirades and littered with expletives, but even still he always had one of his true thoughts sprinkled in somewhere. And for once, he hadn’t called you a brat–that choice of insult, too, had made you think just a little more about it. You were never an extra, or an idiot, or a mouth-breather–as messed up as it was, it was almost a special insult, fit just for you.
“W..Why am I different than everyone else..?”
You couldn’t halt the question burning at your lips, but as soon as it came out, Bakugo’s expression….changed. He glanced away, muttered something under his breath, shoved one of his hands into his pocket…it seemed like he was trying to come up with a good answer, which meant he was hiding how he really felt.
It was too much, though, that was pretty obvious. The silence was dragging on and he was starting to fidget now, before eventually he let out a frustrated groan, and slammed his hand against the brick wall, just a hair’s length away from your face.
“Because…cause you’re so fucking hot, and you’re all friendly and shit….and you used to greet me every morning, and give me those cute little smiles, but then you started hanging out with fucking Deku, and all those other nerds, and started paying attention to them….instead of me.”
He spat Izuku’s name like it was a curse, and by ‘nerds’ you had to assume he meant both Ochako and Iida–and you would have to call yourself a liar to say that you weren’t absolutely stunned at this particular outburst. In all honesty, the thought that Bakugo had been harbouring a crush on you up to now hadn’t even crossed your mind, you hadn’t even considered it to be anywhere on your radar. If you hadn’t heard it from the man himself, you wouldn’t have believed it…and really, your mind had gone blank at how you would really feel about it, which was why your thoughts seemed to spill indiscriminately from your lips.
“Wh-What makes you think I’d wanna date you? You’ve made me m-miserable…”
His expression fell for a moment, but it was entirely the truth. He had bullied you, harassed you, called you names, and had made your life hellish in excess, every day for the past semester. Even if you did believe he loved you, how could you ever consider loving someone back that had treated you so horribly?
“..I’ll stop yelling at you, for one. I’ll make your life a fuckin’ heaven…you won’t have to work, or cook, or pay for a damn thing. All you gotta do is forget about fucking Deku. You can even talk to those other nerds, I don’t give a fuck–but just stay the fuck away from Deku.”
If the horrendous bullying, chasing you down alone after class, and spilling his feelings in the most crude way possible hadn’t been enough to raise a red flag, then what he just said certainly did. You didn’t understand the full extent of their relationship, although you were certain that it was unhealthy…but for some reason, the intense hatred he had towards Izuku rising when you were involved, well…it was concerning, to say the minimum.
“And…if I say no? What then?”
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, and his expression sobered up more seriously than you might have ever seen him before. You thought he was too close before, but now he leaned in on the hand he had steadying himself against the wall, face coming so close to yours he could have brushed noses with you. He could smash your face in. He was even close enough to…kiss you.
“…Then I’ll break your fucking legs, and drag you kicking and screaming if I have to.”
Everything else you could take or leave, but that just now was enough to make you want to run away from him as fast as your legs would carry you, so fast that even Iida would be proud. This wasn’t normal, it wasn’t what should be expected from someone who proclaimed to like you….and you were starting to realize, more and more, that it might have been best if you had left the gym with your group of friends, as you usually did.
“I-I don’t want to date you, Katsuki…I’m sorry.”
Voice already trembling, you made the move to duck out of his reach, surprised at how easy it seemed–until pain jolted up your arm, and you shakily glanced down to see that he’d trapped your bicep in his strong, iron-like grip. The tighter his hand clamped around you, the more you were starting to believe that his earlier threats were becoming too close to reality for comfort.
“Did I not make myself clear? You don’t have a fucking choice.”
He had free will to tug you around as he pleased, with your arm held firmly in his grip–and he used that power to yank you forward, so you would stumble into his chest, and he could trap you against him with a dangerous smirk on his lips. His skin was hot, and growing hotter by the minute…and though you had a few guesses as to the reason for it, your mind was clouded with nothing but cold, driven fear.
“L..Let go of me, Bakugo!”
You pushed and wriggled and thrashed, and it was like he was simply holding a squirming toddler in his arms, rather than a strong, intelligent U.A student. This couldn’t be real. You desperately wanted it not to be real. And yet, you couldn’t get away from that feral smirk, or the heavy breathing that warmed your skin, as he only made his grip tighter around you.
He was enjoying your struggle. Relishing in the powerless fight, the hope draining from your face the longer you tried to secure your impossible escape. His grin got wider, and then your attempts at twisting and jerking out of his reach switched to you leaning away, fighting so desperately to keep his face as far from your own as you could.
“Nah, I liked ‘Katsuki’ a lot better. You’ve got time to learn though, my spoiled little brat.”
The ravenous hunger in his eyes had finally taken you off guard, and at the first opening, Katsuki stifled your panicked breathing with his parted lips. His kiss was like being choked, lips smothering your own, tongue invading the safety of your throat, and teeth knocking together with a clack, every movement a new tactic to have you struggling underneath him.
The moment he had followed you out of the changeroom today, you had already been his. The fighting, the thrown punches, the cursing and eventual crying as he forced you towards his room…it was simply filler, an alternate path to the same end goal. He didn’t need to tie you up, or burn all your pictures of your friends in his hands, or even make up an excuse to Aizawa for why you wouldn’t be in class for awhile.
You belonged to him since the first moment he laid eyes on you. So no matter what route he took…they would all end with you, looking up at him with those bright eyes, and saying the only thing he would ever need to keep on living.
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• Bruce Wayne never hired anyone. Not once had you ever seen an ad or heard of an opening. It was just unheard of. So imagine your surprise when you happened to be at the right place at the right time, serving at an event he was attending the same day his butler had fallen ill. He needed a temporary replacement and so impressed with your services, Mr. Wayne figured you’d do just fine.
• You do more than fine. You’re virtually perfect. So much so that the dark haired billionaire quickly becomes suspicious. Despite the fact that he’s done more than a thorough enough background check, he just thinks you’re too good to be true.
• But you’re simply just good at your job. You never have to be told anything twice, quickly catching onto his routine and likes and dislikes, you do what he wants before he even gets the chance to ask. You excel at your job. So much so, that when Alfred is finally well enough to work again, Mr. Wayne keeps you on.
• No longer suspicious of you, the mysterious man develops a favorite pastime in watching you work. He tells Alfred it’s simply to keep an eye on you, but he isn’t fooling the older man with the way his blue eyes trace over every curve of your body. His eyes linger when you bend over to dust under the television stand. They focus in your collarbone when you lean over to set down his plate before him, the temptation to lower his gaze eating away at him.
• Mr. Wayne is around more often now. It’s noticeable but you don’t think much of it. It’s his house after all. You notice his lingering gazes, but you just figure that he’s observing you.
• He doesn’t say much to you, but when he does, there’s a heaviness in his tone, a yearning that you can’t place. With every gentle order, you respond with a simple ‘of course sir’ ‘right away sir’ and it’s always met with a darkening gaze.
• Bruce’s dreams are filled of you, your angelic voice and soft curves haunting him even in his sleep. To the point where he’s tossing and turning. Alfred notices the change, the harsh tone, the tenseness in his muscles, the strain on his face. He assures the man he has it under control.
• Until he doesn’t
• He nearly kills a villain one night. Something he doesn’t do. It’s not his way. It shakes him, and unfortunately for you, you are the first thing to greet him when he returns to the manor. The very thing that has been plaguing his thoughts.
• He’s rough when he takes you, startling you in the hallway, hand clasping over your mouth, his other tearing at your clothes. You plead with him, fear and confusion filling you. Unsure of where this behavior came from. Unsure of what you did.
• He grunts against your skin, your back dragging along the wall as he thrusts into you. His grip is harsh as his fingers dig into your thighs, and you have no choice but to hold onto the billionaire.
• You are in tears by the time he spills into you, and seeming to realize what he’s done, he lets you go and you drop to the floor. You’re shaking when you look up at him, and he swallows, his troubled gaze meeting yours. Alfred, tucked away into the shadows at the other end of the hall, witnesses the entire ordeal.
• It’s no surprise when you hand in your resignation. It is a surprise when Mr. Wayne refuses it. In the time it had taken you to muster up the courage to quit, Bruce had accepted what he’d long been fighting. You stumble away when he rips up the flimsy paper, but he catches you before you can get away.
• He fucks you on the desk in his study. And on the floor. And against his bedroom door the minute you’re dragged into his room. And again on his bed. Your job description has changed overnight. In fact, your entire purpose here has changed.
• Alfred now serves you as well, a hint of sympathy in his gaze, but not enough to help you escape. You keep the young master sane. Bringing back a piece of him that Alfred hasn’t seen since before the Waynes were killed.
• Bruce buys you everything he thinks you could ever want. Fancy jewels. Fancy dresses. Pretty ribbons for your hair. You suppose that you should be happy. He is gentler with you now after all. But it is rape all the same.
• You don’t want any of this. You want to leave, you tell him. He tells you that can never happen. You cry in his arms at night and although it pains Bruce to see you do so, he can’t find it in his heart to let you go. He lets you sob against his chest, and if you don’t cry yourself to sleep, he forces his lips against yours, determined to make you find rest one way or another.
