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[katsukiisshawty]

Also someone plz explain why I haven't gotten one note on my latest ff😭🙏

[katsukiisshawty]

Hey😭🙏

I know it's been a little over a month since I've posted but I've been having terrible writers block so I'm gonna ask for y'all's opinion.

[katsukiisshawty]

A Moment Alone - Vil! K.B. x Vil! F! Reader

Hi! As I promised, here it is! I hope you enjoyed that little HC also 🤗

Anyways. As always, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (+18)

TW: Oral sex (Female receiving), overstimulation, pet names.

Side note: May make part two. Not sure yet. Be watching for that if I decide to. Song: RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose

Katsuki walked into their apartment, exhausted after a week of long and grueling missions. He took off his shoes and collapsed onto the couch, letting out a tired sigh. Just as he relaxed into the couch, he heard the sound of the door opening and you walked in, equally weary from the mission. Seeing you, Katsuki's eyes softened and he couldn't help but smile a bit. "You look like hell." He said, leaning back in the couch. You gave him a tired grin in return, kicking off your shoes and flopping down on the couch beside him. "Hey, at least I still look better than you." You teased, poking his cheek. He rolled his eyes, swatting her hand away. "Oh yeah? You're one to talk." He said, but there was no real annoyance in his voice, only fondness. You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his and leaned into him. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. "I'm so tired," you mumbled.

Katsuki softened at your touch, his irritation melting away. He wrapped his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. He could feel your fatigue, and he couldn't help but share your exhaustion. "Yeah, me too. That was one hell of a mission."

You hummed in agreement, snuggling further into him. "I don't think I've ever been this exhausted." You said, burying your face in his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was a comforting rhythm that soothed your tiredness. He chuckled softly, his hand coming up to lightly stroke your (h/c) hair. Your scent was familiar and comforting, and he found himself relaxing even more. "You're just a little weakling." He teased, knowing full well he was just as exhausted as you were. As the two sat in comfortable silence, a silence broken only by their soft breaths, Bakugo's mind started to wander.

He glanced down at you leaned up against his chest, your head tucked under his chin. His eyes trailed down your body, appreciating your curves and the soft slope of your back.

Despite the exhaustion, he couldn't help the way his body reacted to your presence. He had missed you, missed your touch, your scent, everything about you. He shifted a bit, his arm tightening around you.

You could feel his gaze on you and you opened your eyes, looking up at him with a slight smirk. You could feel the shift in his demeanor, the subtle change in the air around them.

You were tired, but his attention was enough to make your heart skip a beat. "What are you staring at?" You asked, your voice soft and teasing.

His eyes met yours, a glimmer of desire in his gaze. "You." He said bluntly, not bothering to hide the lust in his voice. His hand moved, tracing a path down your spine, stopping at the small of your back. His fingers dug in slightly, pulling you closer to him.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his fingers on your skin.

You could see the heat in his eyes and it made your stomach flutter. You shifted your position, straddling his lap, your legs on either side of him.

"Is that so?" You asked, your voice dripping with mock innocence.

He raised an eyebrow, enjoying your little act. His hands came up to rest on your hips, holding you in place.

"You're such a little shit..." his voice was low, but steady.

He couldn't help but smirk at the way you were perched on his lap. He could feel your body against his and it made his blood thrum with desire.

You smiled at his reaction, loving the way you could affect him. You leaned in, your face dangerously close to his. You could smell his scent, a mixture of sweat and something else you couldn't quite place.

It was intoxicating.

"And you love it." You whispered, your breath fanning against his skin. His hands tightened on you hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He could feel your breath on his face, your words going straight to his fat cock.

He tried to maintain his cocky demeanor, but he was struggling to keep his composure.

"Fuck yes, I do.."

He admitted, his voice gruff and strained. His mind was racing, all he could think about was ravaging her right then and there.

You chuckled softly, seeing right through him. You could tell that he was as affected by your presence as you were by his. You shifted again, your body now pressed even closer to his.

You could feel hard dick against you and it made your heart skip a beat.

"Aw, what's wrong, baby? Finally feeling what you're doin' to me?" he chuckled in your ear. You felt a shiver run down your back at his words, the realization setting in that you were in for a long night.

He pushed you down onto the couch and settled down between your legs, slowly running his hands down in between your thighs.

"I wanna ravage this pussy," he hummed deeply and started unzipping your pants. You felt yourself getting wetter with each word coming from his tongue. The heat between your legs was palpable as of now.

He licked up your slit through your underwear, earning a soft groan from you above. His tongue softly teased your clit through the underwear, the fabric becoming doused in his saliva.

Your clit twitched at the feeling of the wet muscle applying more pressure. "Ah, mnh... Kats- Ah!" You moaned a bit louder this time, gaining a soft chuckle from him. His fingers hooked the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in one go. You gasped softly, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Ready, princess? Ready fo' me to ravage this pussy of yours?" he smirked up at you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded softly.

He used the tip of his tongue to lick at your entrance. He knew exactly where to lick and what spots would make you scream. He practically has your pussy mapped out in his head, knowing exactly when to do something and where. He licked up your clit, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. His lips closed around it, sucking.

You whimpered and ran a hand through his tresses. You tugged at his hair as your back arched. His tongue felt like heaven on your clit. You began to feel that knot in your stomach, moaning louder as you tried as hard as you could to not close your legs around his head.

"Oh, close already, sweetheart? Guess what? You can't cum until I say you can. Got it? Cuz' if you cum before I say you can, it's gonna be hell fo' ya'." Katsuki narrows his eyes at you as he dives down on you once more.

This process repeats multiple more times. Until... You come. But wait... He didn't say you could, did he...? You're eyes widen in shock as you came, your muscles convulsing.

"Mm. Did I say you could come, [name]?" his eyes darkened as he held eye contact with you. "N-No..." you shivered.

"Then why did you?" he squeezed your thigh.

"I-I tried not to..." your bottom lip quivered as you felt him dive down again. "A-Ah! Katsuki!" He began to slip his tongue in your cunt.

His tongue wiggled up and down until you were practically convulsing once more.

"You wanna cum? I'm gonna make you cum. Over and over again." Katsuki said against your cunt.

After a few round of making you scream and cum, he soothed you down from your high one last time.

"Gonna do that again, baby? Gonna disobey what I say again?" he whispered against your neck as his hand drew light shaped on your side.

"You're such an ass Katsuki. But I love you."

"I love you more, [name]."

[katsukiisshawty]

Men suck! So why not drain their bank accounts for wasting your time?! It would be foolish not to. Even more foolish to push the buttons of a very powerful man in the underground world of Tokyo.

But hey wait! He messaged you first! He wanted you to be his sugar baby so badly it makes him look stupid!

Although Bakugou Katsuki is anything but stupid.

It was supposed to be an easy mark. He followed all of the rules of the unspoken game between sugar baby and sugar daddy. He reached out to you first. He set the time and place for the first date and he asked about your pricing.

To which you told him was a steep two thousand consultation.

Immediately there was a notification with your fee plus a little extra for the expedited meeting in your bank account before he messaged you again.

Wear somethin nice.

His profile was vague as most marks were. Choosing to keep their identity a secret, embarrassed to have to buy a woman's time with their endless cash flow for one reason or another.

Some because of their looks, some their abhorrent attitude, some because they were too busy drowning in their work and some because they just couldn't be bothered for much of anything real only to fall in love after the third date thinking they could buy your heart like they did everything else.

Because at the end of the day all of these marks had something in common. Something to exploit.

They were all terribly lonely.

And despite how forward this mark is, like others have been before him, he was no exception to this rule.

You roll your eyes as you doll up for tonight's meeting. You always wore something nice and appropriate for the setting yet undeniably sexy. Something that made every eye rove over you with the heated gaze of envy. Something that made you everything those men wanted you to be.

A trophy, a status symbol, a yes I'm fucking that.

Scrolling his profile or lack thereof, a little bit more in an attempt to be his perfect baby girl. Knowing that to have a good long lasting con to afford you the luxuries you sat in now, you had to shed your true skin and stuff yourself into something two sizes too small.

Because all men expected that of all women. Of anything of their desire. One must cut away the truest, deepest parts of themselves in order to hold a man's attention span for longer than five minutes. The second you start to look anything relatively human and anything more than a walking sex kitten or cock sleeve is the second they lose interest.

A man often times doesn't want to actually fill the loneliness, not with anything long term, they just want to relieve the ache in their cock.

At least that's all you've ever known and so who was anyone to judge you to exploit them how they exploited others.

Smiling at your reflection as you apply dark eyeliner to your lid, dragging it across your lash line as you go for a more noire mysterious look since you cannot find out much about your potential benefactor. Not that that worried you, you'd worn many skins before.

A recently divorcee, a 'single mom', but most benefactors liked a heavy power imbalance. They lived for the broke college girl act. Showing up in threadbare dresses that were still cute in an old shit box car you'd borrow from a friend and some classical piece of literature those fucks could recognize but knew they'd never read.

Mostly you figured they enjoyed that broke college girl act because they felt they were "helping you build a solid future" all while neglecting their own real daughters at home that they constantly compared you to. Showed you pictures of, similar in age to you and you'd have to stamp down the disgust at these men who probably didn't even know their real baby girl's favorite color.

Absolving themselves of guilt you supposed.

However this new benefactor was something to be excited about, mostly because of the unknown that he seemed to shroud himself in. No interests filled in, no movies or hobbies or songs that he likes.

Not even a profile picture or his name. Just GZ for now and when you checked the banking information on your wire in, it didn't give you any real leads. Received from a business or estate account that google results had no address or number for.

Only his age, 32. Three years your senior.

Which wasn't too bad of a gap well to you anyway, he saw your age as 25 because anything older than that, even one fucking year, men's interest dropped by sixty percent.

Another message comes through the little app.

GZ: Give me your number.

Aggressively forward as you giggle to yourself reading the message, let the read receipts show your interest when you lock your phone and don't reply. Taking the time to apply a nice dark shade of lipstick that made your mouth absolutely sinful as you wore a skin much too close to the real you. Going to your closet for your dress, knowing he was taking you to a very expensive, very highly rated restaurant, most likely to both flaunt and prove he has money.

Zipping up the velvet body con dress with a halter top, the hem stopped just above the knee and you knew it would ride up when you sat down or walked in your black heels with the pearl strap. Pulling on bicep length lace gloves and putting on an onyx ring on your middle finger before adding your pearl necklace to make a suggestion of what he could do to you at the very steep price of seven thousand dollars.

Some men even paid it and even asked to do it in the parking causing them to pay an expedited fee of four thousand. It meant nothing to you and every bit of power they thought they held over you to them.

Opening a drawer to your vanity all with unused pairs of underwear. Choosing a black lacey pair where the ass would be half exposed by lace and strings digging around for the to go tide pen so you could lightly bleach the crotch to make it seem as if they'd been worn all damn day "just for him"

Fuckin gag me.

Your phone pings again, another notification from the SDSB app.

GZ: I don't like waiting, Sweetheart, give me your number.

This time you reply but only after looking over your outfit in the mirror, debating if he'd be into stockings and ripping them before you realize it might make you look a little too conservative for his tastes.

Bbgrl: tell me what GZ stands for and I'll give you those special digits

GZ: I don't barter

Bbgrl: Everything comes at a cost. You know this otherwise you wouldn't be messaging me.

You watch the bouncing bubbles pop up before his quick reply.

GZ: Ground Zero

GZ: Now give me your fuckin number Princess.

Bbgrl: maybe in person, Mr Zero.

Not giving away your actual number was your number one rule and because the last sugar daddy you cut off went full tilt you had to disconnect your other phone and just hadn't had a chance to get a burner yet.

Picking up a small clutch purse you shove inside your lipstick for the night, your phone, the doctored pair of underwear and you don't even bother to bring any sort of wallet.

Walking to a public place a block or so from your luxury condo before you flag down a cab giving them the address as the man smiles down at your cleavage. Enjoying the view in the rearview and it's a wonder he doesn't crash and kill you both. Leaning down to meet his gaze with a disarming smile, wearing a skin to protect both you and him from harm as you force a giggle.

"Eyes on the road silly." When really you wanted to take the knife strapped to your ribs and slit his throat for thinking he even deserved to stare at you like that.

You wore this dress for attention yes but there is a fine line between appreciation of a body and straight up eye fucking you.

And just because you wore this dress didn't give him the right to stare. Counting down from ten as you have pretty visions of gouging his eyes out only for him to pull up right to the restaurant, acting as if he was going to get out and help you.

"No need." You smile politely, "And the fare?"

You look at the triple zeros and his eyes flash to it in embarrassment, so busy eating you alive with his eyes he forgot to start it.

"On the house for a pretty lady."

Forcing a smile as you give him a thanks, leaving the cab as quickly as you can before you walk inside, twenty minutes late for the date.

Tardiness was a big part of the game, whether it agitated them or made them anxious, it would certainly place a little more power on your initial interaction. Gaging their reaction to your power play always determines how you'll respond. Clueless, lost, down right stupid.

The hostess gives you a warm smile as she welcomes you into the restaurant asking of your party size. You're quick to tell her you're here for GZ.

"Or maybe under the name Ground Zero if the initials are too vague." You smile and watch the hostess blanche a moment before she fixes her face.

"Right this way." Expect she doesn't lead you all the way over there, stops just before the darker corner of the restaurant making a gesture with her hands and you chalk it up to nerves. That maybe he owned the whole fucking restaurant.

Watching his large palm swirl a bourbon straight, watch his other heavily ringed hand card through his ash blonde locks.

"Mr Zero?" You ask with a cat like smile, coming to stand beside the table. He glares up at you either oblivious or acting it as you wait for him to pull out your chair.

"Yer fuckin late Princess." He doesn't wait you out though can tell from a glance you'll stand there with your sexy ass heels rooted to the hardwoods of the restaurant before you'd ever sit down. He doesn't give in, this just happened to give him a chance to show his stature. He slams his drink down, clattering the water glasses and your wine glass filled with a pinkish color. Most likely something sweet. For a moment it makes you wonder if he read your profile considering most men didn't bother and showed it often on their first dates that they hadn't when they ordered you red wine. Which you had as your top dislike.

When he rises he's much much bigger than you. Tall enough you have to crane your head up to look at him, broad shoulders and now that he's fully facing you you can see his scarred face. A deep fissure of discolored skin from just over his eyebrow cutting through his eye flaring over his cheek before tapering off at his throat before it meets another deep scar that's hidden under his shirt.

He didn't even bother with a dress jacket, only a dress shirt, black, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his tattoos and even more scars, his black vest if swirling velvet on the front only emphasizes his broad chest and tapered waist.

He stands there a moment watching you take him in and he cannot lie he is surprised. Most women cowarded at his size especially when they see his scar and his half clouded bromine eye but you just smile. Maybe even a bit of excitement flashed in your eyes but you stand unmoving still that fuckin cat smirk on your dark stained lips.

"My chair, Mr Zero." You remind him and he snarls, leaning in close to your face tipping your chin up to him. It's here you realize how large his hands are, especially when the other settles at your ribcage a moment. You just hope he doesn't feel the knife nestled there and take it as a threat to himself.

"I told you I didn't like waiting." He growls, "So what makes you think Imma continue this date?"

"You're still here aren't you? Besides," You half guide him by moving your face gently from his grip, stepping towards your chair and he follows, "You wouldn't want to cancel a date with such a pretty girl would you?"

"A pretty woman." He corrects with a growl, pulling back your chair and shoving it in roughly when you sit, leaning behind you to whisper in your diamond clad ear, "Yer no girl that's for sure."

As if to say a predator recognizes a predator but you feign ignorance.

"Year?" You ask, smelling your wine before taking a sip. It's fruity, peach you realize with hints of citrus and angel food cake.

"Didn't ask." He bites waiting for you to ask where the menus were, he makes eye contact with the waiter to signal to start their meals. Oblivious, you take another sip of this amazingly delicious wine.

"Bit of a dessert wine isn't it?" You comment, usually men would blunder by now realizing they aren't as prestigious or well versed as they pretended to be but this man proves to be different once again.

"Peach pairs well with spicy and smokey." Glaring right back at you before a mean smile curls his lips, "Unless ya lied twice on your profile."

You set the wine glass down thanking the waiter when they leave fresh bread. Zero is faster than you grabbing for the crusty pre dinner treat as he butters the rich white center before placing the slice on your plate before starting his own.

"Hmm, I haven't lied on my profile." You refuse to touch his offering for now.

"Sweetheart, you may look twenty five but I know that you're closer to thirty than what you want to admit." There's that cruel smile of his again.

"It's quite rude to make a woman seem older than what she is. Touchy subject ya know?" Going back to sipping your wine as you've decided you may need a buzz to endure this date, "Or maybe you don't have a lot of experience with women. Is that why I'm here?"

Smirking over the vein protruding from his throat but the satisfaction only lasts so long, thoughts rounding back to wondering how the fuck he knew your real age and so quickly.

Suddenly you feel his fingers wrapping around the back of you knee as he pulls you forward leaning over the table.

"Haaah? Ya think I don't have experience with women? Oh sweetheart I could have you begging to take my cock in this bathroom in under ten minutes. But I need you for somethin else." He lets his bruising grip go when he sees a flash of the real you, sees your pretty lip snarl in disgust before you fix your face so quickly it would have him wondering if he ever saw that snarl or not.

He thinks he likes this version more than what his right hand picked out from your profile.

Your profile was vague but your photo album was filled with a lot of photos that men could easily project on or imagine themselves with you. Looking demure, easy going, a submissive.

Really Bakugou can tell you're a fucking brat at best and far from demure.

"Is that true Mr Zero? Sex on the first date is quite expensive." You smile cutely, make it a giggle all while the steak knife whispers to you that it belonged shoved through his hand on the table.

"I bet it is sweetheart." He spits back.

"So…our contract?" You're ready to rush this along thinking that maybe this benefactor isn't going to work out and that you'll have to save your underwear for another time.

He leans back, finally looking a little more relaxed as you bring up business as if contracts and dealings were part of his expertise. Taking a sip of his bourbon as he looks you over in that fine velvet dress he imagines on the floor of his expensive bedroom.

"Dunno can ya behave long enough to talk about it?" Deadly smirk on his lips now, one that makes your stomach clench.

"I always behave, Mr. Zero." A purr, one that changes the tone of the entire dinner, at least for now.

A light scoff but he's smiling, genuinely and he looks so handsome like that. His eyes catch something you don't see before the waiter comes over with two starter salads.

You look down at the fresh bed of greens matching his and try not to grimace that he's most likely ordered dinner for you. Hating when benefactors took it upon themselves as they never paid enough attention to order even remotely right.

"Let's see how dinner goes first yea, princess? Gotta make sure I like it before I buy it." A clear taunt and stab at you to which you give a tight smile. Him placing himself above you but you were determined at the very least to secure the after dinner deposit fee from him that was clearly stated on your profile.

Any dinner lasting longer than two hours or is set after eight thirty pm is considered to be equal to two consultation fees.

He already violated the time since he messaged you at exactly six pm tonight and you were always sure to take your time getting ready.

But you had to finish the fucking date first.

"Okay." Agreeing without issue as you bite your tongue. Finishing your salad and your wine, asking him to order you another glass. Batting your eyelashes and for a second you see his face flash with something other than his gruff nature. Standing with the brief explanation of "freshening up."

Annoyed as you enter the ladies room, looking at your reflection as if to share a what the fuck glance with a friend before rooting around in your bag. Touching up your lipstick, spraying yourself with a bit of your perfume that made all the men insane for you before turning your attention to your hair.

Making sure it was still in perfect placement as you angle your pretty face this way and that. Clutch open on the vanity, the dummy pair of underwear threatening to fall out. Checking your account to see if the rest of this date was worth it when you see your stipulation fee is sitting in your account despite the date only being an hour long thus far.

Figuring you'll make this date worth it now, mostly curiosity getting the best of you over what is going to make this contact so fucking special he's more than willing to pay everything upfront.

To deal with your more cheeky side you used to scare off weaker men.

Clawed fingers curling around the soft pair of underwear, rubbing them between your hands vigorously to make them warm to the touch. To have him thinking that this sexy lingerie style underwear was nestled right to your cunt.

Balling them up as you make your way out of the bathroom while the waitresses gossip over the fact that some violent ringleader was dining there tonight and that he was "dangerously hot." Hushing when they see you pass the refreshment nook before you make your way back to the table.

Thankfully his left hand with all his rings is resting on its side on the table giving you more than enough space to press the warm fabric into his palm and curling his fist around it before sitting back across from him. Giving a flirtatious smile to the large blonde who turns his hand to see what you placed into his palm. Smirking and shaking his head as he looks down at the fabric.

Unfurling it with his large hand and seeing the pair of underwear with a little spot on the crotch that makes him chuckle.

You look over your meal that's been set out, can tell he was polite enough to wait for you as the aroma of spicy smoked meat sits before you. Breathing deeply and hating to admit that you'd actually like this dish. Picking up your fork as you let him become dumbfounded over the thought that you were bare under your dress when that was far from the truth.

Bakugou leans over the very expensive meal on the small table. Grabbing at your jaw a bit tightly so he can turn your face to husk in your ear.

"Now gimme the ones you're actually wearing, Princess." He growls, pulling back to hold out his hand expectantly.

Feigning innocence you look up at him and bat your eyelashes since that worked earlier, even letting your eyes get a little glassy.

"Wh-what are you talking about Mr. Zero?" Voice soft and going softer still when you add, "Those are my underwear. I wore them just for you."

He laughs loudly in your face and his grip tightens, mouth back at your ear with a deadly tone. A mix of playful flirtation and restrained anger.

"Now Princess, 'fore I get mad."

It sends a chill down your spine and a jolt to your cunt. Breaking your facade entirely when you let sharp nails bite into his thick wrist as you yank away your face. Looking around trying to come up with an excuse that this was too much of a public place before he adds.

"We're secluded enough." Letting his fingers wave impatiently with his palm up. Your eyes widen as you see how serious he is. Unable to hide the snarl on your lips or the flash of deep seeded anger in your eyes as you obey a benefactor's command instead of tricking them into thinking they had control.

Shimmying up your little bodycon dress, hooking sharp clawed thumbs into the band of the underwear to bring it down past your thick thighs that part for just a moment exposing your pretty mound to Bakugou by accident. It makes saliva coat his tongue and his cock twitch in his expensive pants.

Quickly fixing the hem of your dress that still tries to ride up thanks to your hips and thighs, balling up the black underwear and slapping it into Bakugou's waiting palm harshly. The corner of his lip curls up as he realizes it's a thong, much better than the dummy pair you gave him moments ago.

"You're such a fuckin pervert." You cross your arms over your chest, pushing up your tits giving the ash blonde a snarling pout. Wholly forgetting about your dinner now as you look away from him, can't believe he's won this round.

"Yea? Who's fault is that? Yer the one who gave me a clean pair of underwear to make me love sick for ya so I'd cough up all my cash." He makes no move to pocket the thin pair of underwear you've just given him, making your eyes dart to look for the approaching waiter, "This work on most men Sweetheart?"

"Tsk, yes." You scoff, "Then they send me whatever I fuckin want."

Pushing away a bit, thinking of leaving from how condescending his tone is. Inspecting the first pair you've given him now that he has the actual pair you'd been wearing, looking closely at the crotch.

"Did ya use a bleach pen on these 'fore ya came in?" He laughs when he watches your face blanch, most men couldn't tell. Just thought it was real and went with it, asked for more.

The waiter starts to come back to the table with another glass of Bakugou's bourbon and your wine, trying not to crack. Shoving down the panic and letting your nails bite into your palm letting crescent moons form in your soft skin. To try not to shove his hands into his lap to save you the embarrassment because the last thing you want him to know is that he's actually getting under your skin. He looks over his shoulder to follow your gaze, feral smile on his mouth.

"Besides, who's the real pervert here, Me for enjoying a pretty woman's time," He rolls the dark fabric around in his hand, still warm from your cunt and when he gets to the crotch it's damp, sticky, "Or you, for getting off to playing some dumb ass men outta thousands."

"I'm not-"

"Not what? Wet?" He laughs, letting his thumb slide through the slick of your underwear, uncaring that the waiter is here now. Setting down the drinks and forgoing asking how the meal was quickly slipping away in hopes of not bothering Ground Zero.

"Sweetheart I bet I could run my fingers through that sticky cunt and everyone in this restaurant would hear it." Bringing his thumb up to his mouth licking at it as one would to get sauce off their fingers, his eyes flutter and suddenly your cheeks burn.

"You're insufferable." You hiss, crossing your legs now, still unable to look at him.

"Ya know, I hate liars." He tosses your fake pair of underwear, pocketing the thong you wore with one hand while the other swirls his drink, "Ya've lied three times now."

"I have not."

"Ya have. Yer age, yer whole personality, yer underwear." He lists them on his fingers and funny enough you chose to die on only one of those hills.

"I am twenty five." You hiss, grabbing at your wine and downing it in three swallows.

"But yer not." He chuckles, eyes flicker to your face, you don't have foundation on, going for a mostly natural look, and Bakugou has good eyes where most men didn't, "Ya've got crows feet sweetheart. Seems like ya've smiled a lot in your life."

Reflexivity you go to hide the corner of your eyes, they crease heavily when you really smile. Everyone who knew you, actually knew you, always made the comment of "you smile with your eyes."

"Ah come on they're barely noticeable and nothin to be ashamed about." He chuckles, pulling at your wrists so he could see your face again, "Gimme a smile."

"Fuck off." You hiss waving him away dismissively trying to regain control, "The contract Mr Zero."

He sighs, annoyed as he leans back, "We haven't finished dinner."

"I'd like to skip to dessert." A snarling hiss as you push away what was probably the best meal you could've ever had.

"Oh would you?" Deadly smirk, "I could skip to dessert iffin ya want. In my car or the bathroom, your pick Princess."

"Again you're fucking insufferable." You make motion to stand, to leave, only for his strong hand to catch your wrist and pull you into his lap making this somehow worse.

"What's wrong? Embarrassed now?" He tilts your chin to him and you squeeze your eyes shut in defiance he chuckles lowly, "Tell me yer real age and I'll stop teasing, for now."

You open your eyes to glare at him for a long, long time. No judgment in those bromine eyes as he patiently waits for your answer. You sigh, scratching roughly at his undercut with your long nails whether it was a strategic move or your fingers having a mind of their own, you weren't sure. The only thing you were sure of was that this man was trouble.

Big trouble.

Yet you answer honestly anyway.

"Twenty nine." It's soft, genuinely this time as if you might be a little embarrassed about it when you know you shouldn't. He smiles up at you, letting his thumb linger at one of the corners of your eyes before he lets his fingers trace your face down to your jaw.

"See, won't so bad to admit it was it?" Genuine gentle tone, his hand on your hip squeezing at the fat there.

Your heart races and that foreboding feeling creeps up your throat as you're slowly realizing that you are no longer the one who was hunting.

No, no, now you were being hunted.

Nails bite harshly into his nape as you stand, snarl to your lips and all he can do is chuckle at your flippant attitude.

"M leaving." Holding out your manicured hand, "Give me my underwear back."

"No, I paid for it." He growls really spurring on your temper now.

"All you men are the same. Pigs who want to keep their dicks wet." A scoff as you snarl your pretty lips.

"And I can say all women are the same. Bitches who want to keep their pockets full." He retorts forcing your sharp claws to grab onto the cheeks of what you don't realize is the most powerful man in the entire country.

Even making sure your nails bite into the skin of his cheeks, "I don't need your fucking money."

"Then why're ya here sweetheart?" He smirks up at you, grabbing onto your wrist tightly.

"Fuck you. You don't know me." Shoving his face and escaping his tight grip before you begin to stomp from the restaurant with your head held high.

"You'll be crawling back to me, princess." He calls out with a chuckle.

"I won't!" You send a snarling growl back, unable to get through the too quiet dining room to the exit of the five star place.

Hissing through your teeth with an echoing groan as the night air hits you doing little to cool your temper while you hail a cab.

Pulling up the sugar baby app on your phone going to his profile to block him but before you can a message pops up.

GZ: See ya in two months sweetheart.

You'd never blocked a mark faster in your entire life.

But the thing you don't know about him yet is that Bakugou Katsuki always kept his promises.

A/N: yay! You've gotten to the end! Thank you so much for reading! Now I have plans to make this a series however I'm not very good at long term things if I'm being honest. Lmfao but please! If you liked or loved this reblog it! I'd love to hear in my inbox or in the body of the reblog or even in your tags of your reblog what you thought of this!

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just existing😝

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Does anyone ever just want to get railed until they pass out and denied of their orgasm so many times, they begin to cry?

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Lil headcannon for you as I finish writing the Villain Katsuki ff

okay, so. Katsuki Bakugou. Age 24. No.1 in the hero ranks. Y'all are married and shit. Imagine he's on patrol or eating somewhere with his guys. You text him and say "code red". Katsuki: "Okay, I'm headed out." Kirishima: "Aw man, but why?" Katsuki: "Gotta take care o' my wife." Next thing yk, he's at y'alls apartment/house with your favorite snacks, heating pad, and his at most love. Get ready to be taken care of by your husband for the night bc you sure as hell aren't getting up anytime soon.

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Hi! 🤗

I'm gonna start writing the Villain Katsuki x Villain reader but I want to know it should be smut or fluff? 🤔

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reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

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imagine if katsuki bakugou went to karen’s diner

Karen's Diner: the infamous restaurant where the staff are rude, the customers are sassy, and no one leaves without getting roasted. So naturally, Katsuki Bakugo thought it was a perfect place to test his temper. He was no stranger to confrontation, and if anyone thought they could out-yell him, they were in for a rude awakening.

He pushed through the door, his scowl already in place. The diner was buzzing with loud chatter, sarcastic remarks flying from waiters and waitresses like bullets. He spotted a table and sat down with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest.

A waitress in her mid-twenties approached, chewing gum obnoxiously loud. She gave him a once-over before rolling her eyes.

"Wow, another angry dude with a superiority complex," she said flatly. "You must be fun at parties. What do you want?"

Bakugo's eyes twitched, but he kept it together—barely. “Tch, I’ll have whatever's the quickest. I don’t have all day to deal with your half-assed service.”

The waitress raised an eyebrow. "Oh, someone's got a hot head. What, you run out of hair gel or something? You look like a discount Super Saiyan."

Bakugo’s hand gripped the edge of the table. His eye twitched again. “What the hell did you just say, you extra?”

She smirked. "I said, you look like a Super Saiyan knockoff. But hey, it’s cute you think you’re intimidating."

Bakugo could feel his blood boiling, but part of him knew he came here for this exact reason—to be challenged, to see if anyone could really get under his skin. And damn, they were trying.

“Cute? I’ll show you cute when I blow this whole shitty diner sky high!” His palms began to spark as tiny explosions crackled from his hands.

The waitress, completely unfazed, snapped her gum. "Wow, big threats from someone who can’t even handle a little banter. You want a sippy cup for that attitude, sweetie?"

That was it. His chair scraped back violently as he stood up, leaning over the table.

"Listen here, you—"

Before Bakugo could finish his sentence, another waitress passed by with a tray of food, purposefully bumping into him, spilling a drink all over his pants.

"Oh no!" she said in the most monotone voice possible. "My bad. Guess you can’t stop blowing things up long enough to dodge a little water, huh?"

Bakugo stared down at his soaked pants, his fists clenched at his sides. He was on the verge of exploding—literally—when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A group of customers at a nearby table were recording him, their phones aimed right at his face. The smirk on their faces told him everything he needed to know.

They wanted a reaction. They wanted him to lose it, to go full "Bakugo" in Karen’s Diner for the entertainment of social media.

Bakugo took a deep breath, the explosions in his palms subsiding. His eyes narrowed at the waitress, who was still standing there with her smug look.

"You’re not worth it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The waitress shrugged, unimpressed. "Good choice, blondie. Now, how about that order?"

Bakugo plopped back into his seat, glaring at her. "Just give me a burger. And make it fast before I change my mind and torch this whole place."

As the waitress walked off, muttering something sarcastic under her breath, Bakugo sat back, arms crossed tightly, his scowl deeper than before. Karen’s Diner might have won this round, but Bakugo knew one thing for sure—no one would get the last laugh on him for long.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d come back. Just to see if they could do better next time.

Requests are open. Send as many as you like.

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clown bakugo anon here

if its easier, then give him a wig. if you want him to be easier to recognize then you could replace the full clown costume with just his regular hero costume with clown features like a clown nose or bow tie

Thankfully I was able to draw his hair so I didn't need to give him a wig 😆

(This may or not be Aizawa's punishment to Bakugou for teaching Eri how to swear)

Bakusquad's reaction:

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Surprise! It's a Shigaraki x Reader one-shot! Fluff!

Tw: None today!

Just a little one shot abt playing video games with Shigaraki and confessions!

The time was around seven at night when you decided to play some video games to pass the time. The weather outside was cold. 

Extremely cold. 

The amount of time you had ever since the last mission was abnormal. 

You had a full week off and you planned to spend it doing absolutely nothing but sleeping, eating, and playing video games. 

You took a drink of your (f/d) and sighed with content. Picking up the controller and turning on the TV, you leaned back into the couch.

You spent the next two hours playing Stardew Valley on the shared Xbox. Until… Shigaraki walked in and sat next to you with a sigh. 

His gaze wandered to the TV to see what you were busy with.

“You play Stardew Valley?” His gruff voice caught your attention as your fingers twisted on the controller. “Mhm, why?” You hummed, keeping your eyes on the TV. 

“Mm. I dunno. Just didn’t see you as a video game person.” 

This caught your attention. 

You feigned surprise as you looked at him. “You didn’t know I played video games?” 

He held his hands up in defense. “Sorry, sorry. I’ve just never actually seen you play.”

“I guess I don’t play as much as I used to…” You pouted slightly, putting the controller down for a moment. 

“Do you play Stardew Valley?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, Yes I do. Do you have a problem with that?” This time, it was your turn to hold your hands up in defense. “No sorry, sorry!” You both started laughing. 

“Wanna play?” You offered, handing him a controller. 

He hesitated but took the controller and nodded. “Yeah.. Yeah, I'll play." 

About twenty minutes later, you both were bonding over the game. Stating your opinions, arguing over who should do what, etc. 

“No! I wanna do it!” you whined. 

“Fine!”

There was a moment of silence. 

“(Y/n)?”

“Hm?" 

“Do you… uhm… like me…?"

“What? Of course I like you. You're like one of my best friends,” you paused the game. 

He frowned for a moment. “That's not what I meant, dumbass. I meant like… Love me." 

“Ohhhhh… Uhm…" You blush slightly. “Yeah… Yeah I do…" 

His bright red eyes widened for a moment before they softened. 

“Me too… So… Get your ass over here…" 

You smiled and set down your controller. 

You scooted over to him and hugged him, burying your face in his neck. 

“I love you, (Y/n).” He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. 

(F/s).

“God, you smell amazing…" His arms wrapped around you. 

“Shiggy… What does this mean now?” you pulled your face away from his neck. 

You raised an eyebrow and went to hold his face in your hands. 

“I dunno… You're my girlfriend now?" he said with a smirk. 

“I'd like that… I'd like that a lot,” you smiled. 

He leaned in to kiss your lips. Carefully,  taking your cheek into his hand with four fingers.

You both pulled away after about a few seconds and rested your foreheads against each other. 

“Scoot over more,” he demanded. 

You scooted over and let him lay on your chest. You picked up the controller and continued playing the game…

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First one-shot of the day! Surprise! It’s a Kirishima x reader!

E̲i̲j̲i̲r̲o̲u̲ K̲i̲r̲i̲s̲h̲i̲m̲a̲ x̲ F̲̲e̲̲m̲̲! R̲e̲a̲d̲e̲r̲

Tw: Angst to fluff, Domestic abuse. You and Kirishima have been in a relationship since your graduation of your second year at Yueii (UA). What happens when you tell him that you have to break up because of family problems?

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As you cuddled up beside Eijirou in his dorm, he kissed your temple gently and intertwined your fingers with his. You drowned out the sounds of the movie playing. He had finally convinced you to watch a Crimson Riot movie with him because you would ‘like it’. You doubted him but gave into him because you loved him. But… Something had been gnawing at your insides since yesterday.

Your mom had called you, told you to come home and so you did. You arrived at her house late and you both ended up arguing about your relationship with Eijirou. Your mother stated that ‘you spend too much time with him and hadn’t spent enough time with your family’. The fight got… physical once your mother had had enough of you arguing with her. She had hit you. Hard.

And you weren’t having it.

You had been contemplating telling Eijirou about it, knowing that he would get extremely worried and ask you to take a break from him and push himself away. And that brings you to now. You spoke up, “Eiji?” Your boyfriend looked down at you. “Hm?” He smiled. “I uhm… Think we should take a… Break…” His smile faded into a frown. “Wait baby… Why? Did I do something wrong? What’s wrong?” He paused the movie and feigned surprise.

“No I-… Uh… Eiji, I just feel like we’re like… Spending too much time together… It’s just my mom said I’m not spending enough time with her and my family. She also said that I should just break up with you… So that’s uhm what I’m doing because… Uhm… She says I should take a break… Yeah… A break… from you… ”

You lied. You hated lying to him but you had to. You knew that you just broke his heart. “Baby… I-…” He sighed, “Okay… Uhm… If that’s what you want…” You frowned, slowly getting up from his bed. His warm bed that you’d miss so much. You left his room with tears threatening to spill down your face.

A week later, you and Kirishima had been avoiding talking or seeing each other. Your friends were worried for you. You had distanced yourself from everyone. The amount of crying you had done was abnormal.

Sitting in class was hard, especially because you sat right next to him. You had tried to convince Aizawa Sensei to let you move but he said no, fortunately. You had noticed him glance at you during the lesson more than many times.

After class, you and Jirou went to the cafeteria to have lunch. You sat down at your usual table with your trays and watched as Eijirou and Katsuki sat down in front of you both. Kirishima sighed and ate his wagyu meat n rice. “'the hell’s wrong with you?” Katsuki asked. Eijirou shook his head and said, “Nothing, Kats. Thanks for asking though.”

After lunch, there weren’t anymore classes that afternoon so you all settled on going back to the dorms. You walked up to your dorm but you were stopped by Kirishima. “Hey uhm… Can we talk?” He scratched the back of his neck and frowned. You nodded hesitantly and followed him to his dorm.

“I know we broke up, y/n. But I can’t be away from you anymore. I will literally do anything to have you back in my arms.” Eijirou said to you. He looked serious. As serious as he was while doing hero work. “I-… Eijirou…” He sighed and grabbed your hand to guide you to sit next to him on his bed. “I know, hon. Your mom said we’ve been spending too much time with each other so why did we have to break up to fix that…?” You looked guilty as you looked at the floor. “I couldn’t think of any other way…” you told him.

“Okay, sweets. How about this… What if we get back together and we’ll work together to figure out when we should spend time together and when it’s too much… Yeah?” He asked and intertwined your fingers. He knew you loved his hands. You loved everything about him, from his eyes to his personality.

“Mm… Yeah… Yeah I’d like that… ” You furrowed your eyebrows and smiled. He leaned in to give you a small peck on the forehead and then rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, hon. And I wouldn’t give you up even for the world,” he whispered. You kissed him. God, his lips still felt amazing.

Soft and warm.

You both eventually ended up cuddling in his room and finishing the Crimson Riot movie he was so set on the fact you’d like… ✰ —————————————————————–

Reblogs are appreciated! katsukiisshawty wrote this, not you so please don’t steal or repost on any other source! ✰

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Hi, I'm new to writing on Tumblr. Anyway, my sources are Wattpad and I'm eventually going to start writing on ao3. I normally write Katsuki Bakugo x reader fanfictions, oneshots, headcannons, etc. I will do polls (if anyone even like this blog😭.) I also do character ai bots. All requests are free and I'll be posting and pinning a schedule for that. Normally, I'll take requests in the summer time or between the beginning of June to the end of July for the people who don't have the same time zone as me. I live in the United States. Anyway, I would love to hear everyone's requests. I also take them over Halloween to Christmas. Or if you don't celebrate those holidays, October 31st to December 25th. Thank you for reading! Reblogs will be appreciated and so will likes!! 🤗🫶🫶

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all i wanna do to bakugou

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Tinkerbell and Bakugou have the same personality and my mind cannot be changed 😔