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[katsukikitten]

Bakugou body mod/ piercer, he's a bit older than you almost thirty to your 25, you have to have your tongue lolled out for him to work before he can hold it in place with a tool but as he's about to grab your tongue he notices the way it quivers and shakes and for the first fucking time he's having a nasty thought about a client, about his cum hitting your tongue and mixing with your spit that starts to pool onto the sanitary paper bib he put on to catch the blood and drool. "Bakugou?" His assistant calls him, pulling him out of his stupor. With a growl he grabs onto your shaking tongue and tries to swallow desire whole from the pretty groan you make.

Instead he chokes on it.

It doesn't help how your tongue swirls around his cherry flavored gloves as he checks his work, making sure the piercing is in there correctly and that the bar is long enough for the inevitable swelling. Digits still in your mouth as he starts his lecture that most people ignore but your eyes were trained on him.

Hanging on every word.

"It's gonna hurt and it's gonna fuckin swell for the next five days. Don't call us crying about it and if your think it's infected go to the fuckin doctor. Drink cold liquids, rinse with saline or salt water or alcohol free wash after every fucking meal. That means, snacks too dipshit, until it's healed. No licking random shit, no kissing and " he removes his fingers and grabs your chin, something he definitely doesn't normally do, keeping your gaze with his own intense crimson, "No oral."

"Got it?" He lets go and you nod quickly. Eagerly as he can feel your need for praise and approval seep off of you. With his assistant out of the room now he gives a wolfish grin.

"Good girl." He watches your thighs rub together and his cock twitches from pegging you right. He gives his back to you for now to wash his hands like the sis before.

"Um, do-" you clear your throat, "Do you do nipple piercings too?"

That wolfish grin curls up on his face again as he looks you over his shoulder and blatantly stares at your chest.

"I do everything."

[katsukikitten]

Thinking about Bakugou who always gets an oversized shirt or two for his plus sized babe. His normal shirts just don't fit right, the chest too cramped and not enough material to cover your cute stomach that he adores.

But since you aren't a fan of your own body sometimes, he orders a size or two bigger. Damn Bakugou's tapered waist, often times he thinks about bulking up so he can be similar to Kirishima since that's roughly the size shirt he orders for his precious Princess.

He wears it around so it smells like him like you like, spoils you rotten when he runs the bath for you with the best bubble soap or bath bomb. Leaving you until he thinks you're ready to come out, in his hands is a warmed towel, helping you dry off before he shoves you into the skull tee.

"So sexy in my shirt." He looks you over, your powerful thighs that he imagines squeezing his head, your breasts and how they distort the skull graphic, how the fabric clings to your ribs and back and all the can think is how much he loves you. How your body makes his cock ache, weep.

And so he immediately rips off that shirt, lifting you up with ease as he swallows your moans, gripping at your soft skin and the plush of your ass before he slams you onto the bed, eyes glowing like a predator.

"Mine." He snarls gripping at your hips before he licks his lips. Coming closely as he gazes into your eyes to make sure you get the message.

"Yer fucking mine."

[katsukikitten]

Assistant producer you who's helping with this huge fashion photo shoot for Pro Hero Dynamight but the photographer keeps stopping mid shoot. The photographer keeps muttering "There's no chemistry. No vibe between them..." Until eventually they stop the shoot all together. Calling over the designer who's on set to over see. They discuss briefly amongst themselves before announcing together "Thank you for your time but we no longer need your services" to the model. Both turn to survey the set "Someone is bound to have more life in their eyes than that one." The photographer sneers as the model storms off set, your manager is handling it. So it gives you time to admire Bakugou with a soft gaze for a moment.

Suddenly they step in front of you and lock eyes. they are delighted as confusion clouds your face. "Yes yes darling this is what I'm looking for." The designer comes over to approve your look before making quick work to adjust the dress to your size. Taking quick measurements before getting to work.

"uh um wait wait." And before you know it you're in the makeup chair, wardrobe change and all of your nos go unheard.

Now you stand in front of the sneering, agitated Bakugou wondering how the hell you were going to pose with him. He sits on a throne, shirtless and this close you can see every chest hair and scar the hot headed blonde had to offer. This shot was meant for the model to be sitting on his thick, powerful thighs but still you gulp.

"Darling you sit ON his lap." The photographer gestures as they look over the shot through their lens.

"I-I don't want to hurt..."

"Shaddup and sit down would you. I wanna get this over with." When you make no motion to move Bakugou sucks his teeth. Pulling you onto his lap with a snarl as he adjusts you. Keeping his strong hands wrapped around your thigh, pushing up the expensive fabric to expose more of it, his other hand gripping at your ribs tightly, bringing you to him. Through the lens you look like his boon. Won after a great battle or war, one to rival that of Troy.

He gives a devilish smile to the camera as your brows knit upward. It is like a wolf holding a lamb.

The image broke records for the internet, magazines and the designers clothes sold out.

From that point on Bakugou said he wouldnt work with another model unless it was you.

[katsukikitten]

"GUYS GUYS IVE GOT A BAND THATS GONNA PLAY HERE ON FRIDAYS!" Kaminari slams down the band flyer for 'Tits Out'

"You're fuckin joking." You comment, looking down at the flyer with a pair of hand drawn tits before you set the plate down in front of a customer down the bar.

"Live music brings people in!" Denki defends as Bakugou sticks his head out the order window from the kitchen. His basket ball hat backwards, concealing his hair as the kitchen stifles him combined with the summer heat.

"Oi order up." He glares at Denki, "Today ain't your day off. We're swamped. Help."

"But I'm getting us a band." He says exasperated, still his fingers grab for his lightning apron you hold out to him. You and Bakugou share a look before looking over the space. The restaurant is cramped at best, a long bar top and the other wall lined with booths in one neat row. A band wouldn't fit, couldn't. Well maybe if they shoved the drum set between the side of the bar and the window it could work but it'd sound like shit.

"Yer a dumbass. Just get to work." Bakugou comments, putting up a burger and beach fries in the window, "Table four."

"Tits out could bring a huge drinking crowd!" Denki rolls his eyes as Bakugou sends a withering glare.

"Or we could have to owe back rent to Denton because you came up with a stupid idea. Again."

"Mama Mia Meatball has live music." He grumbles as he washes his hands at the small hand sink behind the food bar.

"Yea and a space three times as big. Just send this shit to table four damnit." Bakugou growls adding another plate, "And now spot seven at the bar."

"I've got it." You chime in, grabbing at the white dishes before setting them down. Only to come back with more orders for Bakugou and drinks to be refilled.

"Yea and I'm sure his rent is astronomical too."

Bakugou glares across the way, eyes narrowing as he grumbles to himself.

"But he uses cheap shit to make up for it."

The bell attached to the glass door chimes over head and Denki grabs menus, he charms the couple and talks them into an appetizer before he rounds back to Bakugou's square window.

"Listen. I know none of us actually want to be living above a dying burger joint but that's the cards we've been dealt.

"Do you like someone in the band?" You ask, popping the tops off six bottle neck beers for the group of burnt ass holes that sit at the far end of the bar already on round five before noon.

"Toots I gotta a ten dollar tip for ya if you stop talking and get over here. Now."

"Yea? We'll I've got converse to stick up your ass if you keep talking dollface." You hiss, stopping by the sink, "You already paid for the beer and I ain't scared to 86 ya."

They'd been here for two days and they were already stomping on your last nerve.

"Fucking tourists." The three of you hiss as you carry on with your daily duties and as it gets closer to noon the busier the three of you get.

[katsukikitten]

Imagine Rika still clinging around Yuuta well into his adulthood. And to be frank, despite Rika's and Yuuta's best efforts, the curse gets in the way. Driving people off either by their own jealousy or hers, so Yuuta is happy to be alone. At 30 he's had so few romantic relationships that he can count them on one hand and he only longed for strong, deep relationships.

You don't know him long but immediately you felt your heart race. He was handsome, although a bit shy for someone of his ranking. His smile was small, soft but when no one was looking his eyes would dull, looking out into the world. Of course you've been briefed about Rika before you were sent by the elders to assist Yuuta with some curse work. Smiling you introduce yourself, "I see that you're Yuuta but where is the beautiful Rika hiding? I'd love to say hello."

You peek over his shoulder looking at nothing while his eyebrows furrow. No one had ever asked to meet her before. Although you were briefed you never had the privy of seeing exactly what Rika looked like, you only knew two things, one she was a curse and two she was possessive of Yuuta.

Hesitantly Rika thinks, craning her neck to ask her true love "Should I? "

"If you'd like." Yuuta says softly keeping his eyes trained on you. You who smiles politely and waits for the curse to show herself. Slowly Rika materializes behind Yuuta. White thick flesh, lips pulled back over razor sharp teeth and no eyes to speak of. Yuuta expects you to flinch, most do. Not just from Rika's looks but from her sheer power.

You do not. Instead you smile wider, genuinely excited as you hold out your hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Rika-chan!" Your voice is sweet and it makes his heart race. Slowly Rika reaches out her giant clawed hand, gently grabbing onto yours, "Has anyone told you Rika chan that you have such a beautiful smile?"

They say flattery gets you no where but Rika seems to like it. Love it as she eats up your compliments about how pretty and strong she is.

As missions go by Rika likes you more and more, especially when you round up lesser curses to feed her a nice snack.

"She's pretty." Rika whispers to Yuuta one day, munching on a fresh spirit as you gulp down a water bottle.

"What a-" But you don't finish as your normally docile look goes feral, enraged, as energy gathers around your fist before you jump into the air towards Yuuta.

"Don't you dare fucking touch 'em." You snarl, landing your glowing fist into the face of a patch work curse. It vanishes beneath your blow and your eyes scan the long growing shadows. When you sense nothing you dust yourself off, looking over your smile with a smile.

"What an asshole am I right?" A small giggle escapes your lips causing Yuuta to blush. He loves the sound.

"Oh I like her. " Rika squeals with delight, before gently shoving Yuuta into you, "Talk to her "

He tries, he really does but you just take his breath away.

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: Sold at a young age to the Okasan of a large hostess club you had a life time of debit to repay. The worst part? It wasn’t even yours. The second you’re old enough you’re thrown to the wolves but little do they know that you bite back. After ten grueling years you’re finally seeing a dent in your debt. But your Saturn return in your 28th year doesn’t take too kindly to you, not that life ever did, and you find yourself indebted to an even bigger monster.

Warnings: choking, arson, violence, major power imbalance and spitting

Chapter Three: Humiliation never tasted so bitter. wc 1005

Master List

A/N: thank @/kinjuutsu for this addition! Hopefully vi will simp over him with me 😜

Draken exhales through his nose like a dragon as Kisaki comes and takes his spot beside him. Because somehow Mikey decided he needed two helping hands.

Reckon he did with how much the gang has grown since the big merger made in hopes to keep from washing the streets in a copper tang.

The small army of men, some dressed in suits, others their street jackets, stood segregated with their former alliance despite Mikey's wishes of unity. Draken couldn't blame them, if he were standing in a crowd of hundreds of men he'd rather amongst those he considered kin. Musashi Shrine had a lot of open space and it didn't take a genius to figure out how easily a fight could break out here.

"Where's the Zombie?" Ken inquires, eyes flickering over to the step below him where the Zombie normally stood. Kisaki, per the usual, provides no answer nor expression as his dull eyes look through his golden rectangle glasses surveying. Plotting.

"OI!" Draken doesn't shout, he just raises his voice and the men start to quiet and straighten as Mikey makes his way to the top step just above Draken and Tetta.

"It's important you all listen very carefully this time around." A threat and a promise neatly woven together, should they not heed his warning they'd be dealt with personally.

And they'd all seen how far a kick from Sano could send someone.

Mikey lays out the agenda before his eyes flicker to a car that comes speeding up the narrow gravel drive just before the gate to the shrine. Figures he'd be late.

"One more thing…" The car comes to a halt and if one wasn't familiar with the viridian coupe and just who owned it, they could be a dead man if they weren't careful.

"FUCKIN ASSHOLE!" A rasped voice echoes over the quiet; and even strained it seems to shake the ground. The group keeps a divide between them, a path of sorts as Hanma brings forth a woman.

A gorgeous woman, who's huffing and gnashing at the teeth with her hands pinned behind her back by the taller man guiding her. She fights to no avail and still, even Shuji struggles to keep his footing in his designer dress shoes on the loose gravel and against the likes of a Yokai like you.

You're mostly shrouded by leaning bodies now as a murmur breaks out among the men. Leaning until the very last second to catch a glimpse of whoever is giving the God of Death such a struggle. Hissing death threats and even spitting at some of the men.

Finally the last few men straighten as Hanma makes his way to climb the stairs. Leaning back as he lifts you so your heels do not touch the concrete steps.

As Hanma brings you up, Draken's nostrils flare, his heart free falling into his stomach just to spring back and lodge in his throat.

What

The

Fuck

What the fuck was that damned Zombie doing. You were off limits. Ken Ryuguji made sure of that. Made plenty of examples, harsh ones, where men couldn't walk for weeks when he was through although you were more known to handle things on your own.

When your eyes lock with his, a flicker of emotions bubble up past the rage in your stunning iris. Shame, sadness, worry.

Fear.

A tic forks in his jaw as Hanma tries to settle you to stand next to him, free hand moving to the nape of your neck like a scruffed cat. Once Mikey determines you're settled enough and before a white knuckled Draken can make his move, he speaks.

"In light of recent developments Hanma's house was burnt down and now -"

"She's mine." Hanma interrupts, vying for the satisfaction to announce it himself, gripping at your hair to crane your neck as if he were about to mark you with a bite then and there. Draken's eyes flash murder and as the tall, broad shouldered blonde takes a step with the full intent to bloody his knuckles, again Mikey speaks.

"She's indebted to him since she is the one who committed the arson, anyone who objects or violates this order will have to deal with me."

Draken turns to Mikey only to be met with hard set eyes. The air is charged and it does nothing more than spur on Hanma who laughs loudly.

Manic in the way he's so absorbed in you. It was obvious to Shuji now that the two of you knew one another and that you really thought that Draken could have any sway in your fate. You jerk, grinding your teeth hard enough you think they'll turn to dust. It already feels as if ash is coating your tongue except this time it doesn't taste as sweet as it had all the others.

No apartment complex, warehouse, mansion, or restaurant up in flames before you. Lighting up your eyes with a devious mirth.

Nope, nothing but your own damnation up in smoke, clouding your eyes and crowding in your throat.

"Does it burn Nekomata? Being on holy ground?" Shuji licks a strip up your throat and you risk his grip tearing out a handful of hair as you turn as best you can to spit on his chest. A mix of a chuckle and growl rumbles in his throat.

"Enough." Draken seethes and Hanma can only provide a nasty grin. Relishing the power he holds over not just one but two people he has a personal vendetta against.

"Dismissed." Mikey says with finality and only now does Tetta move or even react. Pulling out a manila folder with official documents that he passes to Hanma.

"Your new address." Kisaki says calmly but his blue eyes ice over as he holds a playfully sadistic golden gaze. Within a few blinks much has been discussed between the two. Mainly 'This is too showy for a stupid slut. Even for you.' to which the dark haired man replies

'Not showy enough. Let me have my fun.'

[katsukikitten]

Villain Izuku has a lot of patience, especially when it comes to you. He lurks in the shadows as he pulls the strings to something much larger than himself, a long term goal he's been dreaming of for a long, long time.

He just didn't expect to fall in love with you. You who turns down every flirty and friendly advance. You who burrows under his skin, getting in his way now that you've moved agencies. Not that you knew any better, he was beneath you at that office at the time, your assistant. But now you had your who agenda, "switching sides" so to speak and as always you were a force to be reckoned with leaving Izuku with a very heavy decision.

Should he continue to turn a blind eye as you fester under his skin or should he cut you out completely?

[katsukikitten]

All I can think about is if you needed help hanging some lights in the trees for your patio, Uraraka would be the first to volunteer. She doesn't like the idea of anyone getting up on a ladder and possibly hurting themselves since she can gently float to whatever height. That and she loves your patio and your little back deck during the summers. Lots of late girls nights were held there with little more than a few candles and the stars for improvised lights. She knows youve been dying to get it set up but unfortunately just never made time for it.

So Urakaka bakugou and momo surprise you. Grabbing the lights you've had stored in your shed for a couple of years. Stringing them up while Denki keeps you busy for the day. So by the time you get home it's evening. The sun is lazily sinking behind the horizon, yawning in mellow oranges and reds. Denki asks if he can have a drink with you on the back deck and you, of course agree. Either grabbing a quick beer/hard seltzer or making him a mixed drink. Tonight you just happen to make slushie margs since it was so hot for this late spring day. Denki makes hard work of making sure you don't face your french doors or kitchen sink window as he expresses his excitement about the day. That's when you notice something is starting to smell really good.

"someone's grilling." You giggle to denki, "We should crash the party."

A jest that Denki laughs at because the two of you had done it before when Bakugou was swamped with work. The neighbors were none the wiser, besides you brought tons of drinks for ever.

"We should." Denki laughs again, "Right now come on!"

He grabs onto your wrist. Sloshing his margarita and yours as you go to take a sip. Stepping outside onto the little deck with two chairs that step down three steps to your gorgeous brick patio. Painted in the soft golden glow of the lights you bought ages ago.

"Surprise!" Shouts and normal voices as the patio is packed with your friends. Bakugou smirking and Kirishima winking from the grill. Izuku teaching Sho corn hole, Mina passing around shots to Jiro, Momo and Urakaka. Tears come to your eyes, threatening to spill over as a light breeze makes your garden flowers dance.

"Wow. I've never been so- so fucking lucky." You grab onto Denki into a big hug before making your rounds to everyone else, fighting tears from having such a great friend group despite you losing your quirk.

"Thank you."