Pairing: Bakugou X Reader

reblogging even though i have been so fortunate to never have been exposed to being mistreated so horribly and everyday i am thankful for that but just because i haven’t doesn’t mean that 1 in 6 women aren’t. The fact that men think they are so entitled to our bodies is absolutely disgusting. If you are a man reading now, remember this. you are owed NOTHING, you are not entitled to ANYTHING. you can’t make us feel bad for not putting out for you. And if we don’t give you what you want you call us sluts and whores??? in what world does that make any sense? And to ANYONE that has ever laid a finger on someone without their consent, hells got a special place for you.

trigger warning: rape

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just kept saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

i want a car

can someone please find me the fic of you bad mouthing yourself and bakugou goes over each part of your body and why he loves it and then makes you feel good when he gets to the more intimate parts?? please please pleaaaasee

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bakugou coming home from a slow day at work, bored out of his mind just wanting to hold his girl and he reads the lil note you left him and the squirt gun ready to attack😈😈

Link.

Omg this is me and my bf but with nerf guns!🥺(and nerf guns fucking hurt)

But I love the idea of his face just instantly lighting up the moment he steps through the door and reads the note, and he’s instantly in Dynamight mode as he searches for you with his own gun.

And of course you picked the bigger, better gun as he ends up dropping his and tackling you to the ground as you’re both there a mess of limbs laughing together🥺

katsuki x f!reader + suggestive fluff? + katsuki holding your boobs | masterlist

okay how do we feel about taking pictures w katsuki holding your boobs

like imagine you just bought this new furry top looking bra — jewels decorated down the sides of the straps, strings wrapped all around your body and a cute little silver heart centerpiece in the middle. you’re taking pictures in it for instagram when he walks in — crimson eyes raking over your figure as you pose in the mirror.

“what’re you doin princess” he gruffs walking towards you shirtless with some sweatpants on —taking his place behind you in the mirror hand resting on the open skin of your stomach. “m’ taking pictures, got a new top”. he hums pressing kisses to your neck sliding a palm up to cup the fur of the top. you move back a little giggling at him. “stop it kats m busy” you say trying to push him away — with the prettiest smile gracing your lips.

“m’ not doin nothing wanna take a picture too” which you know is a lie because you can feeling him smirking — but you do have something else in mind. “okay,” n now you can see his smirk grow wider until you move away from him untying your top and letting it fall. and the second you do his pupils dialite a little bit — adams apple bobbing the act catching him off guard before a grin tugging at his lips

“thought you wanted to take a picture” he tuts “i do! lemme show you” you move back into your previous spot infront of him taking his hands in yours and placing them over your breasts making your breath hitch at the feel of him calloused hands brushing over your pebbled nipples the skin soft. “like this” you say through a soft smile turning to face him and gauge his reaction grin faltering and a blush spreading across his cheeks as you turn back to the mirror with your phone in hand.

n being the little cheeky shit he is as soon as you’re about to take the picture he runs a finger over your nipple making a whine spill from you — your expression lewd while he has the biggest shit eating gin splitting his face in the picture — needless to say it’s one of his favorites.

[10:51am]

mdni

bakugou x shy!reader

masterlist

Katsuki was sitting on the bed reading as he normally did before the two of you went to sleep, however he was interrupted when you waltzed in twiddling your thumbs and looking down.

“What’s wrong, baby? Somethin happen?” He moves to take off his reading glasses and set them on the side table so he could go over to you.

“No! No stay there!” you speak almost panicked while he sets his weight back down on the fluffy mattress. “Nothings, um nothings wrong, ‘s just you’ve been busy with um work a-and i had some free time today, so I um went shopping…” You speak with your head down.

“I miss you too baby but why’re ya telling me about going to the grocery store?” Katsuki looks at you with confusion written all over his face.

“Noo,” the whine that you only made when you just wanted him to get something without having to say it. “I-I went … clothes shopping…” You say desperately trying to convey to him what you mean.

“Ah, I see” finally you thought. “Show me whacha got, pretty.” He says smiling at you.

“Um o-okay…” you step forward and make your way to the bed where you slowly climb into his lap, katsuki’s back against the headboard legs strewn out so he looks relaxed.

“Hah? Thought you were showin me your new clothes, baby? Whater you sitting here fo-” He quickly shuts up when he sees the hem of your shirt begin to rise to reveal the sexiest piece of fabric he has ever seen.

“Do you um.. do you like it, suki?” You let his hands slide up your waist to paw at your tits, feeling the intricate lace underneath his finger tips. He chuckles at your cuteness, “Do I like it? Baby, i love it. Now how bout i see the bottoms while you ride me yeah?”

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a/n: okay so one thing everyone knows about me is that Tangled is my ALL time favourite movie. like it’s number one, and the boat scene has me crying every single time but i just watched the little mermaid and that boat scene had me giggling like a five year old again so i think i’ve got a thing for romantic boat rides idk. this just popped into my head and it’s v unedited cause my computer is fucked and i’m lazy and i’ll wrote it properly one day but for now please enjoy some bakugou fluff

okay so very early on into your relationship with Katsuki you have a marathon of all your favourite movies (mostly disney, studio ghibli, the occasional super hero/action movie thrown in) but it’s your reaction to the boat scene from Tangled that is imprinted on Bakugou’s brain. The way you clutched at his arm and mouthed along to all the words, smile wide as Eugene and Rapunzel leaned in for the kiss. Everything about you being completely absorbed was beyond adorable and that’s when the idea popped into Katsuki’s head.

Two and half years into the relationship is when he pops the question. Setting up a boat complete with flowers and lanterns (he even calls in a favour with the local council to recreate the endless amount of lanterns in the sky) anyway, there he is once again staring at you so full of love that he almost just blurts out the question.

“hey, so remember when I told you about wanting to be number one hero?” his voice is thick as he swallows the lump that forms in the back of his throat.

you turn your attention from the sky full of lanterns. “Is that why were out here? Did you get the spot?” you bounce your knees excitedly.

“well, no but… remember how it was my dream?” Katsuki can feel his cheeks blushing.

your eyes narrow and he can practically see the wheels turning in your head as you connect the dots.

“no, you’re not- Bakugou, I” you shake your head as you finally register what is happening. “you’re not going to do this and make a joke, ‘Suki that’s mean”

“can you shut up and let me talk please?” the words are soft as he reaches into his jacket pocket.

your eyes follow his hand, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I had a dream which I honestly thought i’d never reach and i was always second guessing everything each time i was beat out and you know how upset i get over it but i don’t care about that anymore” fingers grip the small box. “I don’t care about it because I have a new dream. You”

you sniffle and grab onto Katsuki’s free hand. “ ‘Suki…”

He shakes his head, knowing if he deviated from his planned script he would burst into tears. “My new dreams is to be with you and live with you and love you until we’re old and have a million grandkids. I don’t care about anything else, you’re it and I- fuck, this is so hard” his voice breaks as tears start to fall. “I love you so much and I never want to be without you so please, marry me.”

apollo’s debut

you see this dog? this dog right here? im running away to go and kidnap and it. take it to a dog place. and play and cuddle with it. this dog is now mine. hehe <3

im painfully attracted to hockey players.

bakugou hockey fics???

Every tutoring session with boyfriend Bakugou in your rooms eventually turns into a heated make-out session to which he always puts a momentary stop to take off his glasses and toss them on the desk before he either pulls you to his lap or backs you onto the bed, not realizing just how crazy that little gesture drives you every time