My art^^^ that's what Anzhong (the evil dude) looks like (hmu up my art Instagram if you'd like :) @angryone1_  )

⚠️ MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ASSAULT ⚠️

SERIOUSLY DON'T READ THIS IF YOU THINK YOU MAY GET TRIGGERED
I didn't think this'd end up happening when I started this fic 🤡 pls just skip it if u don't want to read it
No rape but lots of sexual assault
I will put a brief overview of this chapter in the Author's Note at the bottom, so anyone who needs to can just scroll past and read that instead
-Angry
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Everything feels like floating. Calm, smooth, fluffy...?...floating. Limbs...wafting and weightless. There are no colors, but it also feels like there is every color at the same time. Breaths easily fill lungs. Air noiselessly shifts around. Is there air? It feels like a void, actually. But...good? It's a good void. It feels nice...

A feeling of pleasure zaps through this whelming emptiness like lightning, and Bakugou's head twists to the side in reaction, neck stretching. What is that? That's...nice....

Bakugou's fuzzy mind whispers to him calmly as he contentedly remains in the realm of his good...pleasurable sleep.

"No. Get up! Fucking stop this—" a voice at the back of his mind screams, but the good feeling flows over the voice, rushing over it in waves and covering it up. There are no thoughts here. There is no need to think. Everything is just peaceful right now.

What had that voice even said? It sounded so...mad...and angry.... There is no need for such feelings as those here. Right now, everything is peaceful and good.

Bakugou feels his body twist around him, the pleasure making its way over his skin and deep into his muscles. His neck. His stomach. His thigh. His peck.

"FUCKING WAKE UP! IT'S HIM!"

Eyes shooting open as his head snaps forward, Bakugou's pulse races from the abrupt awakening. Then his heart drops down to the depths of the Earth, and his blood runs cold. In front of him, a large portion of Bakugou's vision is blocked. Wide eyes slowly looking up, Bakugou's sight is engrossed by the expression of a maliciously smiling man whose eyes are filled with a disgustingly familiar glee and gratification. His face hovers mere inches above Bakugou's. The man's disturbing smile twists across his face too widely, making his glowing golden eyes squint and pink eyebrows gyre upward.

Bakugou's face drains of blood, expression frozen in shock, horror, and fear. "This is a nightmare," he mutters to himself disbelievingly. Squeezing his eyes closed tightly, Bakugou tries to wake up; his brows press together and push down on his eyelids in his desperate attempt to rid himself of this wretched dream. "It's just a fucking nightmare. Wake the fuck up, dammit!" The broken plea goes unanswered, and Bakugou's eyes shoot open again as he feels a hand sliding up his shirt, pushing the flimsy pajama shirt up.

It's a dream. It's a dream. That bastard is locked up in jail. It's a dream. He can't fucking be here.

A sharp pain and the sickening sound of splitting flesh wrench a mixture of a scream and pleasured gasp from Bakugou's throat. Bakugou grits his teeth, and tears leak to the ground from the corners of his eyes. Why does it have to feel good? he thinks desperately.

His eyes roll to the left, glaring pathetically through his side-eye at the mop of pink hair slowly lifting away from his neck, where Anzhong sunk his teeth into Bakugou's flesh. "You're in jail, you bastard," Bakugou whispers disbelievingly as the sick and unwanted reality sinks in.

Face once again just above Bakugou's, Anzhong licks some of the droplets of thick crimson liquid decorating his mouth and chin from his lips, smiling lasciviously. "I couldn't help but come find you again because you are just so lovely, baby boy," he compliments smoothly. "I even found this lovely gentleman with a fantastic replication quirk that made a large doll look just like you. It cost me an extraordinarily large sum, just like the services of the fellow with the transportation quirk I enlisted, but it was entirely worth it. Before I whisked you away like the gorgeous damsel you are, I took the liberty of recording some of your precious sleep-talking and left the recorder in the doll in your place. I wanted to be prepared to give us as much...time...as possible..." he trails off, bending down again. Anzhong latches his teeth onto Bakugou's peck and bites down, eliciting another scream from the pinned boy, Bakugou's head slamming backwards as his body twists, trying to escape even as his limbs and something appallingly deep-rooted in his mind try to convince him that he wants this.

Why...can't I move, Bakugou thinks desperately, trying to make his limbs do more than twitch where they lay beside him...uselessly. He twists his head, the only part of him working to some extent, around to see the nearly empty room he is in—a room that lacks almost all light besides an old lamp in the corner behind him and to his right, has two doors, one of which is opened and holds all sorts of...materials that Bakugou does not want to think about...and one which he assumes is the exit, one dilapidated chair in the corner by the "exit" door a ways in front of his feet, and the old yet cleanly king-sized mattress that he lays on now atop one layer of sheets.

Bakugou snaps his head back down, setting his jaw. "Th-the fuck did you do to m-me?" he gasps out between the tears, pain, pleasure, and terror overcoming him. He stops his trembling jaw by slamming it shut again. Despite his circumstances, Bakugou will retain as much of his dignity as he can.

Offering a squinting, close-lipped grin, Anzhong sits back, spread-eagle on top of Bakugou, lower body thankfully clad in jeans, and Bakugou realizes with a terrified tremor that the man is shirtless...on top of him, muscles on display. His eyes shoot down as far as they can, his head lifting weakly from the ground to aim toward his own body. Thank God. Bakugou still has all of his clothes on, though the sight of his shirt pulled up over his chest, blood seeping into it at the neckline and bottom near his peck, and his undone fly make his stomach lurch dangerously.

"Do not worry, darling. I only gave you something to knock you out and then some paralytic drugs. I measured them out perfectly, so they'll be out of your system not long after we are done here. I would never permanently damage this gorgeous body of yours," Anzhong drawls suavely as he trails his hands down Bakugou's sides, making him gasp and throw his head back again.

Fuck this man's quirk, Bakugou thinks vehemently, face twisted with anger as he does his best to hold back the tears that trail down his face despite his efforts, jaw trembling. Fuck him, he savagely shouts in his mind. Fuck him! Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, fuckhimfuckhimfuckhimfuckhimfuckhimfuckhimFUCKHIMFUCKHIMFUCK—

A chuckle interrupts Bakugou's internal monologue of terrified and enraged profanity. "Oh, don't worry. You'll be doing that quite soon, doll." Tracing his hand over Bakugou's cheek, Anzhong leans over to put his lips against Bakugou's, shoving his tongue into his captive's mouth before Bakugou can so much as think about how he accidentally spoke his thoughts aloud.

Eyes wide again, Bakugou twists wildly, but Anzhong shoves Bakugou's shoulders to the ground sturdily, arms and body forming a cage around Bakugou's smaller figure as he messily attacks the teenager's mouth. A few minutes later, Anzhong pulls away, leaving Bakugou bleary-eyed and gasping for air underneath him.

"Stop trying so hard to act like you don't like it," Anzhong whispers huskily. "We went over this last time, baby boy. The sooner you let yourself fall into the pleasure, the more you'll enjoy this." Anzhong shifts until his mouth is centimeters from Bakugou's ear. "We both know you enjoyed everything so much more once you finally gave in the last time." Bakugou twists his head away, his tears dripping down the right side of his face to drop to the mattress, leaving wet marks to remind of their presence, and Anzhong smiles knowingly. He takes a moment to lean further and put his nose in the midst of Bakugou's spiky blonde hair, taking a deep breath of it behind his ear, eyes closing as he savors Bakugou's sweet scent. After another moment, he leans away, but not before turning his head a tad and licking slowly inside the curve of Bakugou's ear, dragging his tongue carefully over its ridges and bend, eliciting a yelp.

Anzhong hums, pleased by the sound. "Now, how about we move on," he says happily, hand slowly trailing over Bakugou's skin sensually, making it feel like terribly enjoyable pinpricks crawling down him, and Bakugou has to do his best not to whimper, biting through his tongue and drawing blood to stop himself from making such a revolting sound.

Then, as Anzhong's hand makes it to its destination, Bakugou cannot help the moan that frees itself from his chest. "Good boy," Anzhong groans back, his body shivering in delight. "It won't be long before we take this even further," he promises with a broad grin, adding, "I'll probably draw a bit more blood this time than the last since the others had you first and caused more damage to your beautiful little ass than I had the chance to. You'll be so tight for me, maybe even more than last time, but I know you like the pain, no matter how much you refuse to admit it."

A long-fought sob frees itself from Bakugou's chest, and Bakugou feels his body shake and convulse with the tremors his sobbing brings, eyes clouded over with tears, jaw chattering and lip wobbling while Anzhong continues his ministrations. "Shhhhhh shhhhhhh, baby boy, my darling. No need for that," Anzhong says in a soothing voice that does nothing to calm Bakugou. "Though, you are such a pretty crier, so I really don't mind all that much," he adds on, licking a trail of tears off Bakugou's cheek. Drawing his tongue back, Anzhong runs it over his lips, making them glisten with the salty teardrops. "Save some tears for when we get to the main event, if you don't mind."

A knock on the door halts the man's movements, and the smile drops from his face along with some of the joyous glimmer in his eyes. "Who is it?" he calls, unhidden irritation in his voice as his eyes continue to roam over Bakugou's body that is oh-so-wonderfully close to his own.

"Suzuki," a muffled high-pitch male voice squeaks from behind the door Bakugou deemed the exit.

Anzhong sighs, putting his elbow and forearm down beside Bakugou's ear and leaning down to it, agitatedly shaking his head. Bakugou holds his breath the best he can with shuddering lungs. "They should know not to interrupt me," Anzhong complains to him in a deep whine.

Pulling himself off of Bakugou, Anzhong stands up and frowns as he heads over to the voice. Pulling the door open slightly and leaning on the door frame, one hand protectively blocking the entryway, he asks, "What do you want? You know I'm busy, so this better be important."

"Uhhhh," the scruffy young man fumbles hesitantly, looking nervous and terrified. Anzhong raises an eyebrow at him. "Sorry," Suzuki forces out before Aizawa, who had been hanging onto the wall just above the doorway, falls down on top of Anzhong.

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Bakugou was drugged, kidnapped, taken to a small place in a secret location, and sexually assaulted by Anzhong (this didn't get to the point of rape)
Some of the drugs are paralytics, so he can't move beyond mini movements, twitches, and twisting his head around. He can talk tho.
Btw I have NO IDEA how paralytics work so let's all play pretend and act like that all made sense.
Then there's a knock on the door, a coworker(?) distracting an irritated Anzhong, and bam Aizawa hops on Anzhong
✨End scene✨

Slight headcanon: when Bakugou is EXTREMELY scared, such as in this scenario, more scared than in his canon kidnapping situations, he gets more quiet than usual

Also, I tried to make this as creepy as I could, and my thought process was "what can happen next that's extremely uncomfortable and gross" 😀🤚 I'm so sorry. I was literally cringing with half the words I wrote down.

-Angry
Word Count: 1872