#daddy bakugou

[tazngg]

mid-term results :(

[bbuggs]

excuse you :/

inspiration under the cut

[katsukikitten]

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!

[bruciemilf]

Kaminari: You know what, I’m so tired of you acting tough all the time.

Bakugou: ACT tough? I AM tough, you fucking 1 star, bad bleach job, pikachu ken doll,—

Izuku, holding a super limited edition All Might figure, covering that mf in kisses: Kacchan, you got it for me?! That’s so sweet of you!

Bakugou, combusting on the spot: whatever

[novaneondream]

Girl dad things

[kingkatsuki]

Could you imagine you find out that your kid is fighting with Deku’s kid when they start school together, and you end up getting a call from the school to go and pick them up.

And you’re already mad because you had to leave work early to pick them up, but they’re fighting with a kid they’ve practically grown up with. Bakugou is Godfather to Deku’s son and everything—

So you text Bakugou about it once you get home, and he texts back that he’s leaving work and coming home. And when he comes through the door you expect him to be the strict parent who is going to sit down with his daughter and teach her a lesson.

“Mum told me you were fighting at school today,” He shakes his head, and you can see the slight fear flash in your daughters eyes, even though she’s trying to keep her brave face, before his lips curl into a smile, “Did you win?”

“Katsuki!” Your eyes widen in shock as you reach out to smack your husbands arm.

[onysfavreader]

Big daddy doms who spoil black fem reader way to much >>>>

Kirishima Ony Aizawa Toji Bakugou + your fav

[thief-of-eggs]

“Daddy issues make you a people pleaser, but mommy issues make you like. A sociopath”

Yeah. That checks out.

[joonipertree]

Sadistic men who grin wide when you tell them "it hurts :(" "it's too much!" "Too deep."

They push your leg up higher, spread you further and push in deeper till you're crying pretty tears. It only makes their thrusts harsher.

And they ask you to stick your tongue out, only to berate you for looking like a dumb bitch, for moaning through it. Telling you're perverted and messy and only meant to be a cocksleave.

Sadistic men you don't want to make angry. Because it's different to be bratty and have them settle you, it's another for you to fuck up.

They're slapping your pussy and ass till they're red, no relief or care for where it lands. They're putting a wand against your pussy and stopping it right before you cum. Over and over and over again until you're losing your sanity and crying from how frustrated you.

"Fucking say that again."

Slap

"Look me in the eyes and say it."

You apologise, mumbling out "I'm sorry, daddy" and begging him to go easy on you.

Sadistic men are my favourite

[kaenineteef]

katsuki purposely letting his hero ranking slip to #15 because he wants to compete fairly w izuku once izuku's actively hero-ing again is the only explanation i will accept btw

"hes mean and has a bad attitude" SO?? endeavor was #2

[callsignavalon]

masterlist

minors dni! multi-fandom. mostly nsfw, some fluff, and some explicit dark content. please be mindful of the tw’s.

🩵🦋💗🪐

first date with shoto

enji x daughter (tw:incest)

bakugou x chubby reader (nsfw)

touya x sister reader (tw: incest)

bnha boys x chubby reader (nsfw)

bakugou is possessive headcanon (nsfw)

random kirishima thought nsfw)

bnha boys x reader (flinching, trauma)

bakugou x reader who gets injured

aizawa x teacher reader (nsfw)

wolverine x reader (nsfw)

azriel x reader (nsfw)

a lot of these are older but i’m trying to get new stuff out soon 🩵

[arcpeacegonow]

Oh NO

While making a tiktok with the Bakusquad Kaminari: Hey, Siri, call us 'daddy' Siri: Calling "Daddy🩵" Kaminari: Wait nO! Sero, trying not to laugh: You got something to tell us, Kami? ELSEWHERE Monoma: Hang on, my phone's ringing Tokage: Is it your ~secret~ friend you were talking about? Monoma answering the phone: Hey, Denki With The Bakusquad Kaminari: ... Bakugou: YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING THE ENEMY?! WHAT THE FUCK, PIKACHU?! Kirishima: Sounds like he's been getting fucked, actually Monoma, through the phone: ... Denki you better explain yourself Kaminari, bright red: I swear I have an explanation

[hanasnx]

pro hero!babydaddy katsuki who’s quick to fold you in half at the edge of your bed. it’s creaking and shit but he doesn’t care, not when your pussy’s sucking him in like she doesn’t want him to go. it’s all because he saw you out at some restaurant having dinner with a quirkless nobody and it pissed him off. and you left his daughter with a friend. why not him? why didn’t you ask him? fuck— he would’ve never let you leave, would’ve kept you fed and fucked you way more nicer on his bed. now he’s gotta do it on your shitty bed in your shitty apartment.

his eyes watch your pussy open physically more around his cock, flexing and his lips split into a grin. “tryna fucking replace me or something? get my daughter to call another man daddy? tch.” he dryly chuckles. “nah, that shit won’t slide with me, now open your fucking pussy more, gotta knock you up again it seems.” - 🧃

i came to marvel at this in my inbox a couple times because i loved that you sent it in so punctually aligning with my bakugou mood. the bits about your pussy sucking him in, the quirkless nobody comment, and the dialogue???? “get my daughter to call another man daddy?” i could bite through steel. “nah, that shit won’t slide with me, now open your fucking pussy more, gotta knock you up again…” exactly the kind of bat shit wild type of shit katsuki says just cos. like open a pussy up more?? knock your ex up again?? he’s so crazy. loved it loved it

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OK but being Plug!kiri's needy babygirl

oral m receiving, cum swallowing, ddlg, riding, cockwarming, squirting, size kink, petnames(daddy, baby, princess, pretty girl ect), praise, orgasm denial-ish,

Be nice this is my first post

Being in the living room of his friend's house while they talked about business. You sitting pretty on your knees in front of him until you get needy. You got off the floor to sit next to him and pressing yourself against his arm. Not saying anything as you kiss his neck. Waiting until plug!Bakugou started speaking before kissing his lips. You heard plug!Sero chuckle at your antics but ignored it. Kirishima plays into your game until your whining every time he pulls away to speak.

"Use your words" "Want you to touch me" "Get back on your knees" He exhaled "Please daddy" You pout. "Just listen" He says giving you a kiss. You listen kneeling back on the floor but between his legs this time. You smile clapping your hands when he unzipped his pants.

"Here baby" He said stroking himself hard. You leaned forward sticking your tougne out. He placed a hand on the back of your head slapping his tip on your tounge. Sero and bakugou continued their converstion knowing this is nothing new between you two.

"You got it or you need daddy's help" "I got it daddy" You say kissing up the side of his dick until he moved his hand from the back of your head. "No no need youre help" You say putting his hand back. "Ok" He chuckled keeping his hand resting in place.

You looked up at him licking your way to his tip. "Thank you" You say spitting on his tip. "Shh just keep sucking ok pretty" Nodding you take him into your mouth.

"Obidient ass" Bakugou tsked watching your head go further done. "You know that praise kink of hers fat ass fuck" Sero chuckled lighting a blunt. You knew they were right you loved being praise. More then anything being praised by kirishima. You were so good to him and he had no problem acknowledging it.

"Just like that" He said lightly pushing your head down to his base. He holds you there until your hand went to squeeze his thigh. Letting you up you jerk him off spreading your spit around. You held your hand at his base beginning to bob your head. You hum contently allowing yourself to suck your little thoughs away.

Slowly lifting your head up you gasp catching your breath. You spit twisting your hands to spread it around his dick. Taking his tip back into your mouth you circle it eith your tougne.

"Fuck" he groaned pushing your head down. "Let daddy use your throat princess" you hummed holding your hands behind your back even crossing your ankles.

"My pretty girl so good for me" He moaned as you allowed him to use your throat. He slowly moves your head up and down. You moaned softly feeling him moving in and out of your throat. He looked down at you making you squeeze your legs together.

"Gonna make me cum down that throat of yours huh" He groaned throwing his head back. You closed your eyes as he held your head down. Your throat squeezed him as he came.

"Oh fuck" He groaned pulling your head back after you placed your hand on his thigh. You open your mouth showing the little bit of cum you didnt swallow.

"You took me so well" He said placing his thumb in your mouth. You hum sucking his thumb as you swallow his cum.

"Daddy please fuck me" You say around his thumb. "She's too cute when she's needy" Sero said.

Kirishima patted his thigh helping you onto his lap. You straddled his lap pulling your panties to the side. He rubbed his tip through your folds lowering you down.

"Shh baby I know you can take it" He said as you whined feeling your cunt stretch around him "Nee- ehh~ needed you so bad" "Yea needed your little cunnie filled" He said holding you halfway down his dick. You nodded clenching around him. "Make yourself feel good on daddy's dick ok baby" He told you resting a hand on your hip.

You listened holding his shoulders as you eased yourself down his dick. "Youre so-so big daddy" You say feeling the sting of him stretching you. "But your pussy takes me so well doesnt it" "Uhh~ huh" You moan.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck" You whine when he slams you down. "Shit" He hissed feeling your nails digging into his skin. "Look at her whining like she didnt beg for it" Bakugou huff.

If you could you wouldve shot him a glare but you were to focus on riding kirishima. He went back to their conversation letting you please yourself.

"Feel so good" You whine into his neck. He always made you both feel so good inside of you. "Yea you feel good" He groaned holding your hip tighter. "Mm- hmm~ thank you daddy" He chuckled squeezing your ass.

You took your time riding kirishima feeling him against every spot in you pussy.

You hid your faces in his neck when your moans started to become whines. He moved both hands to your hips bucking his hips into you. Again ignoring the conversation to cum for you. You reached back pulling your panties further out of the way. "Da- mmph~"

"Wanna cum please" "Fuck" He groaned fucking into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He'd lift you slow off of his dick before roughly slamming you down.

"Take it fuck just take it baby we're so close yea" He groaned. You tried to respond only letting out choked moans. "Wanna- wan- ngh~" You moan "You want what baby" "Hmmm" You whined "Talk to me princess" He said grabbing your jaw. "So good daddy feels so good gonna cum m so close please" You say as tears spill from your eyes "Mmm" He groaned.

Every time he slammed into you your mind became more and more clouded. You only could focus on how good your daddy made you feel. You were so close to cumming all you needed was his cum.

"Think you fucked her dumb" Bakugou chuckled and he was right. "Surprised she hasn't come" Sero added.

"Are they right" Kirishima asked pushing his thumb into your mouth. "My baby's been fucked dumb" You just look into his eyes moaning around his thumb.

"You cant even cum with permission thats why your pussy's squeezing me so tight"

"Make a mess for me"

You finally give into your built up orgasm holding yourself closer to him. Your incoherent moans of kirishima's name making his dick twitch as he came in you. Your cum spills out wetting his pants and lower stomach. "Mmm" You moan feeling his cum spill into you. You smiled rolling your hips to ride out both of your highs. Kirishima's hands moved to rub your back when your body went limp. Your face was pressed against his chest. A wet spot forming on his chest as drool spilt from your mouth.

"See the mess you made" Kirishima said grabbing your jaw again "Mhm" you hum leaning forward you press your lip to his. You move your hips just a little as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

"M so full thank you daddy" You say pull away with a smile "Youre welcome baby" He chuckled wiping the rest of your tears away. "Go to sleep pretty ill take care of us later" Kirishima said lying your head on his shoulder "Wanna keep you warm" you say clenching around him. "You don't want daddy's cum to go to waste" You nod pressing your hand to your stomach "love you daddy" You yawn kissing his neck. "I love you too baby just go to sleep for now" He says rubbing the back of your head.

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Y'know, it's really unfair just how fucking FINE these anime men are.

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YES PLS!! Yandere sugar daddy bakugou! Do u also have any recommendation for a fic like that??

Yandere! Sugar Daddy! Bakugou

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, I had uni and literally 0 inspiration lmao, I hope you like it!!

Being the number two hero means that there is hardly any time to meet someone. Bakugou with his brash nature has always struggled finding connections with people and even though his attitude has changed as he grew older, he still struggles to let people get close to him. Bakugou is often in the media for not having a partner, this is where his HR team come into play. Bakugou never wanted a partner as he viewed them as a waste of time when he should be focusing on hero work, but even the number two can admit that it can get a little lonely.

With the hero gala approaching, Bakugou's HR team thought that it would be a good time for him to get a date. Well. Not an actual date, a fake one. Bakugou's HR team approached Kirishima and asked if he knew anyone who would do the job, Kirishima mentioned you, a struggling student who can pay their bills even working in a coffee shop. They had Kirishima approach you and ask if you would be willing to. At first you were a bit hesitant but after Kirishima told you about the money, you decided to go for it, after all, you've always found the blonde attractive.

Bakugou blew up at his agency when he found out that they reached out to you, one of the only people he can stand talking to in the morning, but after some convincing he agreed that it would take less pressure off of him. He gets in contact with you and sends money for a new outfit, for your hair, makeup and nails and some extra on the side, you might as well have some fun if you're doing him a favour.

He was absolutely stunned when he saw you at the hero gala and that was all it took for the seed of obsession to be planted.

Bakugou is a kind sugar daddy, anything you want, you get, you don't even have to ask.

It started with just a couple of hero galas, then with being seen together in public to spending any free time with him.

After a while you try to break it off with him stating that taking his money didn't feel right to you, however a series of unfortunate events changed this.

He got you to move in with him after a couple of months when you suddenly got evicted (he threatened your landlord).

You felt even more at a loss when you were fired from your job because of a complaint (I wonder who sent that in 👀)

So you ended up relying on Bakugou more and more and he liked this, he liked having this control over you and what you do.

He is a very possessive and obsessive man, he loves seeing you wear the things that he bought for you *cough* his initial necklace *cough*

Overall he is mostly harmless but if you accept his gifts, let him take you out and pamper you, you will have an absolutely luxurious life.

A/N: I hope you like it, I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get through it!!!