Another side blog for me to obsess/manifest my personal idea of beauty. Natural looking plastic surgery, research and inspo as I create my own brand of beauty. The goal is to be a Spoiled Plastic Barbie.
One of you guys just asked me a question and it got deleted but here's the response!: This is also addressed to the newbies.
Things I wish I knew before I became a SB:
How to deal with Pots who constantly brought up sex, I mean always. I just do the same, bring up money as many times as they bring up sex so that it makes them uncomfortable. Like I count, for serious . And those situations either go one of three ways: they realize how sleazy they were being and simmer down, they were just looking for sex all along and offer money (and I turn it down since I’m seeking something long term), they call me a money hungry blah blah blah and we end things there.
I wish I knew of how many time wasters there were. I mean it would have saved me loads of time. You can also kinda tell when you’re messing with a time waster though, you start to get better and better at noticing as time goes by.
How time consuming it is. You have to look, act, and be your best to get the turnout you want. This means hitting the gym/staying in shape, buying/wearing clothes that intrigue a man, developing a healthy skin care regime and diet, and like 500 other things.
Don’t take things to heart. If you get turned down or someone doesn’t respond or stops responding to you, keep going. If your profile isn’t getting a lot of views or you’re not getting enough messages from men, revamp and then SPAM and then keep going. You know your worth and you know what you deserve and if others can’t see that too damn bad for them. Don’t ever stop until you get what you want.
Other than that there weren’t too many things. You kinda just learn as you go along. If you need help with something just creep in the tag. The answer to everything is already there, you just have to look. If you can’t find it then feel free to ask another sb or me or google. Don’t be a little shit when a SB gives you a snarky remark if you ask a simple ass question! She’s or he’s most likely gotten the same shit 5-6 times and its not anyone’s else’s duty to educate you.
Red Flags: Listen closely to what every Pot has to say in the beginning because it will give you the general idea of how the relationship is bound to go. If he’s all over you and not respecting your decisions and voice then that’s how the entire arrangement will be. I talked with a guy on SD4M for about a month and thought he was so nice. We talked all the time, he was very well off with a house/condo in about a few states. He quickly brought up an “incident” with a supposed prostitute who was posing as a SB who called the cops on him because he wouldn’t pay her when they went out to dinner. Turns out he has a few sexual assault and assault charges against him from said girl and a few other women including his ex-wife. I obviously ended things there, no explanation necessary, my life is worth more than anything he could’ve offered to pay. So basically research research research, no matter how smart you think you are it could save you a lot of time and more importantly, your life.
Be harsh when it comes to getting what you want. If its 3K and a pot is offering 1.5, tell him to move it up or don’t take it. Actually thats how I work but if you’re willing to settle for the time being then settle, just do whatever’s comfortable for you. If you find a guy giving you that 3K but he’s giving you shit, drop his sorry ass. You’re not obligated to anyone but yourself.
Just make sure you’re safe and keen when it comes to screening and meeting pots.
Tips:
Be Proactive: Stay on top of your shit. Exercise to look your best, stay in contact with everyone, tie every loose end. Its better to make sure that a POT lost interest than to assume that he did. The SD that gave me the most gifts/allowances to date was one that I lost and got back into contact with after a month or so. Make sure to tie every loose end.
Do everything with class: Nothings better than a classy bitch who won’t take anyone’s shit. I mean seriously, I’ve gotten strangers to pay for my $200 grocery bill because of how perfectly I handled the situation and bitchy/complaining customers behind me. When you get dressed do it to look classy with a hint of sexy. When you get hate mail or called a gold digger/whore, respond with class. Nothing pisses off a person more than a lady who doesn’t give a fuck about their existence. You can’t just look the part, you have to act it too.
Be organized: Try to remember every pot you’ve talked to. It will save you a lot of time because a lot of them have more than one profile on more than one site. If he sounds like the guy from that other site who waited 2 months to tell you that his definition of spoiling is $600 then make sure of it. Thats two months you could’ve had with your future/perfect SD. Also remember little details of Pots that you’re currently talking to, nothings sexier than the sugar baby that can remember your favorite drink or ask you about the college you went to that you mentioned earlier or last 3 places you traveled to. They love it and will love thinking that this beautiful young girl in front of them is actually interested in them for more than $$$$. They’ll become completely smitten with you.
Get the Money: And be about that life. You’re not here to make friends or argue with girls. You’re not here to sympathize with men who “really like you and think you’re beautiful” but can’t afford the allowance you want. Don’t get too caught up in what gift your Pot will bring you, Jennifer Stano and those other trophy wives, or designer things. If you dedicate all that time to thinking about it you’ll never get there. Once you become about the money you’ll be rolling in it.
Sugar Daddies are people! Everything I’ve written here should be kept in your head, even if you are scheming don’t let your sugar daddy know. It will make him feel like crap. Treat your POTs and SD the way you wanted to be treated. Don’t demand a hefty gift on the first date just as how you don’t want him to bring up sex or a hotel room. Don’t treat him like an ATM just as you’d expect him not to treat you like a sexual object. The best arrangements are built on mutual respect.
I hope this helps some and again I apologize for the delay. If you have anymore questions feel free to come back here. Welcome to the bowl and good luck.
Let's talk allowance! How I make sure I maximize the allowance. Part 2
In the previous post (here) I emphasized on the importance of a good relationship with your SD before discussing allowance. A good relation is easily formed over 1- or 2 dates, however during these first dates make sure you know he isn’t salt so that you are not wasting your time. (more tips on weeding out salt soon!)
Sugar daddies will give more allowance if they genuinely like YOU as well. All sugar daddies will of course be attracted to your beauty, however if he likes your personality as well it’s just : ka-ching!
The whole ‘mutually beneficial’ stuff it based on that you both have power: he has the financial power, you have the sexual power. This means that while we are pondering about allowance increases, he looks for ways he can have more intimacy. Of course he is a generous and respectful sugar daddy, he won’t pressure intimacy but he remains a man…
The more comfortable he is with YOU, the more allowance he gives. Think about it like this; the more comfortable you are with any guy the more likely you will have sex with him. The more appreciation a guy shows you, the more likely you will have sex with him. Therefore the more appreciation you show your SD the more allowance he will give you.
Invest in developing a good relation during the first two dates, show your best side.
Allowance talk usually starts with me during the third date, AFTER I have received a present on the second date that shows he’s serious.
1.During the second date I will hint subtly my favorite brands, so he will know what I like. Then after we leave we ‘coincidentally’ (planning remember?) bump into my favorite store. Since he remembers what I like; he’ll ask “Shall we have a look”? :)
2.Another tip to get your SD in shopping mood (especially if your SD is rather insecure/introvert, that is how I like them btw since I can shape them into my idea of an arrangement): go lingerie shopping. This maybe sounds a bit hypocritical since I said previously to avoid any sexual references, but I have done this quite a few times successfully. Lingerie shopping is indirectly more a gift to him, he will see it as useful (instead of a bag for example) hence he won’t mind spending on it. Go to La Perla or Agent Provocateur, pick a nice set, let him have a ‘sneak peak’ (only if you know he’s decent etc/not salty, you get what I mean) and leave the store with a 1000$+ lingerie set.
He’s a man, he will think about that ‘sneak peak’ he just saw. That is not being a pervert, that’s just how men are. Next you go where you want to go “Won’t a pair of heels (pointing at Jimmy Choo) go nice with it?”. Success guaranteed, since he wants you to feel pretty and appreciate him.
After the second date, send him a picture (no lingerie/nude!..well that depends on you but it’s not advisory) wearing your newly purchased bag/shoes/idk. He’ll feel even more appreciated. Send that you are looking forward to the next meeting. He’ll me like a puppy next time you meet him ;)
3. By the third date you should know he’s SD material. You know he likes/loves you since you make him feel appreciated/young again. This time you have invested in the beginning will now pay off since you are more comfortable with him, reversely he is definitely more comfortable with you.
What I noticed (since I genuinely became to like my SD’s, I would advise any SB to pick one out that you like spending time with) I can comfortably ask for what allowance I need, the reaction was that they were comfortable with that too since they saw me more ‘like a friend’ then a stranger.
Additionally since you have done some shopping with him he is more familiar with ‘prices’ of designer goods, hence he knows why your allowance is high. (I usually say why I need more allowance is that “I want to look nice, and I think you like me to look nice as well ;)”
Maybe the above seems natural to you, however I think that this approach results in the best long-term arrangements, since I know that wherever I’ll be, I can ask my SD’s for help.
Of course I have made the mistake to start about allowance too soon, as I thought that it is ‘natural’ but I came to realize that the SD’s I pick out, don’t like the idea of randomly giving money to a stranger although you spend a dinner with him. With a wrong impression the chances you can correct it are low, and if you can.. it will take much longer.
I know as well that the Sugar Bowl can be exhausting, those endless e-mails/contacts that result in nothing, that it makes you think you can minimize your wasted-time by immediately mentioning the allowance you are expecting. Wrong! I made this mistake, it results most of the time in nothing.
Lastly this all can be difficult when you are desperate for money, luckily I have never been really without since I escort as well, but try to hide your desperation as much as possible. I see how this can be really hard, but try your best.
The right SD is human too, and doesn’t want to make this a business deal since he sees enough business on a daily basis and just want a real, great and beautiful girl like you to get a chance to have fun and relax again, and he’s willing to make your life more comfortable in return.
Good luck!
X
note: I’m talking from my experience. I’m kind of the person that always evaluates what went wrong, and tries to learn from it. This approach has been the most successful from all. It can also be that this approach is particularly adjusted to the type of SD I’m looking for (more here), I’m not really sure :)
This is going to be a long post, but it could potentially save your reputation and protect your identity.
Everyone advocates a fake name etc. and this is excellent advice as it makes it that little bit harder to trace you. Nevertheless, fabulously wealthy individuals need to take security precautions of their own and they can hire a team to find you if they want to know who you really are. There’s a few steps that will make it almost impossible for them to trace you, so I’ll explain how to implement them :)
1. The absolutely most importantthing you can do to cover up your tracks is to download Tor. Tor is a piece of online anonymity software that The Silk Road, among many other sites, used. It will stop any SDs or people in their employment from tracing your IP Address. If an SD gets your IP, he can use it to find out your name and address. Tor hides your real IP address, which avoids any paper trail that links you to your sugar baby persona. I haven’t seen this tip suggested by anyone else, so please share it with everyone on the tag. There’s been a lot of outings recently so its important that we stay safe online. You can download tor at https://www.torproject.org
2. Buy a prepaid mobile and pay for it in cash, or use the google voice app. I would advise you more towards a prepaid mobile for sugaring (even ask an SD to buy you a phone) since it is a different phone and so avoids you accidentally answering your phone with Hello, its ******* out of habit and giving them your real name.
3. Build up your online persona. Create a fake facebook with only a picture and put on extreme privacy settings so that even your friends list is hidden (since there probably aren’t any friends on it). Comment on blogs etc. If they run a background check on you and nothing turns up, it is a bit suspicious- if they find stuff that links back to the name you’ve given it seems more credible and they are far less likely to dig any deeper.
4. Get your facts straight. Keep records of your supposed birthdays etc and stick to stories. Any disparities risk raising suspicion.
5. Disappear. When you’re done with sugaring it is time to obliterate any records of who you ever were. There are firms that can do this for you, please send me a message. (Make sure the message isn’t anon, since this isn’t information that I will post publicly).
I’m glad to be back to blogging now. I missed you all ! So since I’ve been gone for quite some time, I figured why not come back with a banging post. So here lies and official Bronzy advice post that you’ve all missed so much.
There’s this big issue that I’ve noticed in the bowl and that is “women being unable to communicate their standards, to Salt, POTs and SDs and even fellow sugars.”. I see it al over Tumblr- a girl get’s offered a low amount of allowance from a POT, ensue, all hell that breaks loose in her response to him. Actually this is something I witness more on Instagram than anywhere else. Sorry IG ladies, but it’s true.
Time and time again on IG, I’ll stumble across screenshots of arguments with POTs. Forgetting about whatever silly things these men said (this post is focusing on the women as there aren’t men here I can talk to), I see SBs desperately try to scramble to communicate their self worth and standards. But so, so, so many of you go about it the wrong way. You start firing off, cussing and condemning Craig and bashing and belittling Ben. Granted some men warrant these kind of responses, there is no excuse for a man to be hateful, disrespectful, racist, sexist, etc. But a lot of what I see doesn’t fall into this category. And women are going about demanding more respect from men in completely the wrong way.
See there are three types of women that spring to mind when I imagine women who try to communicate their standards. Some of you may recognise these characters from my Instagram.
1) The Salty Sass.. lets call her ‘Messy Morton’, she’s the salty kind.
2) The Sickeningly Sweet … We’ll name her ‘Silly Stevia’
3) The Golden Goddess.. her highness is called ‘Boss Bitch’
*this is going to be my longest one yet, so grab a cup of tea and get comfy*
Before we delve into these personas and their complexities, lets discuss the challenges they all face.
AWARENESS
This is usually where the problems begin for a lot of women. They actually aren’t even aware of what their standards are in the first place. They’ve never really thought about what is acceptable and unacceptable behavior when it comes to interaction with everyone, not just men. What treatment they expect is not something they’ve actually taken a moment to really think about.
Expression
Even when we are aware of our standards, we don’t always know how to articulate them without coming across as bitchy, high maintenance, confrontational, crazy, psycho, batty (insert synonyms for psychotic here). Sometimes we fear confrontation. We may not like the way someone treats us, but at the same time, we don’t want to start an argument or risk the other person getting upset and leaving, or even risk losing our precious allowances.
You know, a lot of people are actually afraid to talk about how communicating your standards can be a very tricky thing. I know when I was younger, the fear of confrontation would paralyse me from telling people that I would not be treated in disrespectful mannerisms.
But knowing how to communicate your standards is essential in standing out from the crowd. It’s vital that you get away from the basic SB persona and become the woman of High Value I’m always going on about. If you can’t do this, you are stopping yourself from being able to influence the way men treat you.
The Scenario
Your on your date with Simon from SA. You’ve had an amazing time, he’s really impressed you with his choice of restaurant and he even brought you a little gift, despite this being the first meet. It’s getting late and as you and Simon make your way to the taxi bay (that’s cab for my Americans) he asks you if you would like to share a taxi back to his hotel.
Messy Morton
When Simon asks Messy Morton back to his hotel, she immediately goes on the offence. Her response is typically something along the lines of “are you fucking kidding me?!! Do you really think I’d ever fuck you on the first date?! You must be out of your damn mind. You are looking for a prostitute not a sugar baby. Get the heck of SA, you obviously don’t know what a sugar baby is.”
Now ladies, lets analyse MM’s response. Not only has she brought down other sex workers with the self righteous way she talks about other SWs (this is shade at many SB’s that piss me off with this kind of mentality kmt), she has single handedly cut him down, bruised his ego, insulted him and now Simon is never going to ask her out again, there goes the chance of a good relationship out the window.*
Silly Stevia
Silly Stevia is that sweet passive girl. Problem is she’s too sweet. Remember that girl in school that was too nice, she would let all the popular kids boss her around for their own gain: yet she wouldn’t say a word about being uncomfortable with how she was treated (and even when she did, she said it in her room when she was with a friend rather than to the people who actually needed to hear it). She basically let herself be treated like a door mat and because of that no one respected her, in fact they probably felt pitiful or disgusted. This is Silly Stevia, and many people out there, and me, I was that little girl in school.. but that’s a story for another day.
In the situation with Simon, SS does either of two things.
She either makes excuses: “ Actually, my friend is waiting up for me, I’m helping her pack for her trip to NY. But maybe next time”. Or …She goes to his hotel and sleeps with him, or just hangs around and uses the ‘period excuse’ or whatever. But whether or not she sleeps with him, she lets herself be put in a situation that she doesn’t even feel comfortable with by being complacent. So what happens in both these possibilities is that Simon never really learns that he was moving to fast for her, all he knows is she made an excuse or she acted weak.
Neither Morton or Stevia have gotten anywhere here. One displayed their standards but didn’t arouse any excitement while the other lowers her standards and compromises her integrity.
The Golden Goddess
GG has mastered the optimum mixture of salty and sweet that keeps men from treating her badly, while still not being satiated and always has them wanting more: and building attraction on top of that.
Here’s what GG says: “I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight, you’ve picked a great restaurant. I must say, I’m quite impressed (*insert smile here*). You know what, a part of me wants to get in that taxi with you because i find you sexy, but in all honesty, I’m not one of those girls that moves with things that quickly. It’s just never really been my thing, but, if you want to take me somewhere as lovely as this next week, i’d love to go, you seem to have an eye for quality”
Go back and read that quote again!
The Break Down
“You’ve picked a great place … impressed”
This first line communicates that you are a woman of high value. It gives of the impression that you are not easily impressed, yet he’s managed to make an impression , and trust me, that will make him feel special. He’s probably thinking “Score, I’ve impressed her”. What I love about this is it also reverses the status quo. A lot of times, men, particularly wealthy ones, are used to women trying to impress them and get their attention, but you are subliminally telling him that “he has to be the one to impress you”. This will catch him off guard and separate you from all the other women he’s dated… Unless they’ve read this post too, in which case, he’ll be used to dealing with Boss Bitches. ;)
“There’s a part of me … sexy”
This is where we’ve elevated things to a more sensual and playful level. You are creating sexual tension and desire and his mind is on fire. “OMG, this beautiful woman finds me sexy ! Yesss !! She wants me !! “ (This always makes me laugh when i write it, but its true :D ). In reality the majority of men are not nearly as accustomed to compliments like women are. So whether he even believes you or not, he’ll be flattered with the gesture.
“I’m not one of those girls”
This little gem we have here is a technique I’ve discussed before on Instagram, so I’m not going to delve too deep into it, but it’s a concept called “Distancing”. In summary, its the art of intentionally removing yourself from all the other people (in this case women) in someones life. So you don’t fall into the category of ‘friend’ or ‘girlfriend’ or ‘thot”, instead, he creates a separate little category just for you, in his head. I will say though, that this line is very cliche and woks best when genuine, or accompanied with Oscar worthy acting skills.
“It’s just never really been my thing”
The simplest yet most important part of it all. This is when he understands that you are not going to sleep with him yet (or whatever scenario you are utilising this for) and that you don’t appreciated being asked for such a thing.
“if you want … eye for quality”
Leaving things on a sweet note while subtly telling him to up his game is my favourite part of it all. You’ve suggested he takes you somewhere just as nice, or even better, without coming across as pushy and in his face. Make no mistake, I’m not saying “take me !”, i’m saying “if you want, I’ll accept”. Make him feel like he’s the one who came up with the idea. He now has the opportunity to ask you out: men like to feel like they are doing the chasing, you never want to come across like you are chasing a man.** In other words, you’ve communicated another standard and he now knows that you expect to be wined and dined and now he has the task to keep impressing you. This also works if you find that men often take you to nice plces and treat you really well when you first meet them but later change their attitude and lower their standards.
This is the difference between a normal girl, and a goddess. This is how you keep men coming back for more. This is how you separate yourself from Basic Becky, Sleazy Sarah, Silly Stevia, Naive Nancy and Messy Morton. What I’ve learned is the best way to get positive action from men who have fallen slightly from the tracks of gentlemanly and how I got my super Hunky Director to see me as a Goddess even when he’s surrounded by beautiful actresses/models all the time, is what I’ve tried to embody in this post.
I’ll be posting more on attraction*** and giving examples of situation in the future so keep your eyes peeled.
In the mean time, don’t forget to share and your welcome.
XXX
BronzedSugarUK
(feeling frustrated or confused? got something on your mind about what I said? take a quick look at this disclaimer)
*Disclaimer, as annoying as it is when men try and sleep with you early on, that's what men do. In fact if a man wasn’t thinking about having sex with you when hes on a date with you then I’d be quite worried. But this doesn’t mean that just because its normal, that you are obliged to entertain their thoughts. I’m just making you aware that if you are an attractive person, people will want to sleep with you on the first or second date. Get over it. You hold the Punan, so you are the one who control whether or not it happens.
** While you don’t want to come across like you are chasing a man, I do actually encourage all my followers to chase what they want, whether that's a man, or their dreams. But what i’m always trying to teach you is how to make it look like you are not actually the one doing the chasing.
*** if you are interested in the inspiration behind this post, DM me.
Look SugarBaby Chic without Breaking Your Bank Account
So I’ve come across a lot of questions in the past on how to look good without compromising your bank balance. Sugaring is competitive, and as much as we love our sugar sisters… We’re all in the same bowl. There’s sugar babies who are stunting in red bottoms flaunting Rolex arm candy, and there’s sugar babies running around in denim and tops. (Totally not looking down on either.) We often forget that men are visual creatures, and most of them are attracted to a woman that knows how to dress well. If you want to be a rich man’s choicest arm candy, then you best start dressing the part. You can’t expect to have the Ritz Carlton experience with a Holiday Inn & Suites package. Money attracts money. Starting out not many of us have designer this and designer that. I certainly didn’t own anything designer starting out. Other than a few presents from family & vanilla men. So here’s how I started out… Firstly I got myself a vanilla job. Retail is great for this, plus one for those employee perks! I worked a few months to save some money for a decent wardrobe. I shopped at places like: Ross, TJ Maxx, Marshals, Nordstrom Rack, Plato’s Closet, Amiclubwear, HotMiamiStyles & Tradesy. This allowed me to purchase new, previously loved, and discounted clothing at a fraction of the MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price). I purchased dresses, ankle pants, chiffon tops, blazers, accessories, & lingerie (new of course). The key is to avoid anything flashy for instance a black top with Boss B#%* or something like that written on it. The key is to dress professional, chic, & keep versatility in mind. When I say versatile, I mean a blazer that can be professional with a collared shirt but still look chill with a pink chiffon top when you roll up the sleeves. As a sugar baby you’ll be exposed to things women your age aren’t. Things like flying private or taking weekend/ day trips with your SD for pleasure or work. Each and every occasion needs to have an appropriate outfit. Think of all the scenarios you could possibly be in and purchase outfits accordingly. A sugar baby can never be over dressed. These men are willing to pay top dollar for women out there. Your first few sugar daddies are like your foundation pillars. Make sure you sift the salt daddies away! The first few ones need to be taking you shopping for items you cannot buy without breaking your bank account. For example, it’s Cocoa Cathy’s 22nd birthday, and her daddy asks her what she wants. Cocoa Cathy should be saying, “Well Daddy, for my birthday I’d like my allowance as usual, but I would absolutely love it if you’d be able to get me a handbag I’ve been eyeing for quite a while!” If Daddy is pure sugar he will say, “I’d be more than happy to buy you that handbag! Look it up & I’ll forward you my card details.” This is sugar! Cocoa Cathy knows that this daddy just went through a brutal divorce so she knows not to ask for a Celine. She instead opts for two handbags from the $800-1K range. She lets Daddy pick which one would look better, and of course daddy goes for the expensive one. This shows how much Daddy enjoys Cocoa Cathy’s company, and he knows that Cocoa Cathy has sophisticated taste. (just an example) You should utilize your allowance to purchase staple sugar clothing items like palazzo pants or cardigans. There’s no need for a sugar baby to be a brand ambassador wearing 20 different designer labels. Often, this gives your sugar daddy the vibe that you already have it all. Be smart when purchasing your initial sugar wardrobe. You don’t have to break your bank account doing so. We all know we’re sugaring to one day run into a Whale Daddy, but until then those 2-3K/ month daddies aren’t bad! Also make sure you still have personality! Your wardrobe can only sell you so much! Your personality really signs seals and delivers your arrangement. For my new babies, please do not wear your heart on your wrist. These men are brutal and will try to talk down to you. They will try to make you feel like you’re not worth that 2-3K allowance. That’s a huge red flag for you to move on! Never compromise your allowance range.
Disclaimer: This post is in no way a drag or pettiness to SBs who utilize the term however they like. Especially Adriana is one of my favorite babes out there winning the game big time and giving slay advice.
I haven’t written a #tip post in forever and I think this is a very overlooked part of the game. While I appreciate all the advice on looking expensive out there, I thought I’d add my 2 cents and just leave it here for whoever would like to benefit from it.
Most SDs are practical people due to being businessmen. They’re result oriented and they’d like seeing their employees adding value to their business in tangible ways rather than hearing them rave about what a valuable asset they’ll be to the company. That’s also why your CV should be full of facts, accomplishments rather than promises. Any promises you include should be based on the facts you list.
How does it apply to SBs? I see many girls saying they have expensive taste so I want to tell you how to demonstrate it rather than saying it without having to break your bank account on designer items because imho designer items lack to act as a demonstrating factor alone.
The reason for that is, designer items, luxury lifestyle, gourmet dining, beautiful interiors are desirable to everyone. Any jane doe would love to drape their body in Chanel rather than H&M, live in a beautiful condo and dine at Zuma. It’s a no brainier. It doesn’t make us special or unique. It gets boring when a SD hears it for the umpteenth time.
1. Your State of Mind
Work on this before rushing to the mall. It holds the utmost importance. First, reflect it on your wording. Start at square one and get rid of two words: “Expensive” and “Cheap”
Swap them with “Exquisite”, “High value”, “Good value”. There’re so many ways to say something without actually saying it. Just like you should replace “Rich” with “Successful”, “Well off” etc.
When you’re asking for an expensive item be smart about it and say it’s “High value” and mention the cost per use. And that you’d like to keep your treasured gifts for a long time. Remember, you’re not rich enough to buy cheap stuff. I will talk more about that but by hitting these notes you’re already winning and demonstrating that you’re making an educated decision and not lusting over a handbag just because it’s expensive or your friend Sally has it as well.
2. Clothing
Follow all the advice on how to dress classy without breaking your bank account. There’re amazing advice out there. I won’t repeat them.
We all know that you can buy a dress/bag/pair of shoes from anywhere at any price but the “high end” items has a certain je ne sais quoi to them that sets them apart from high street items. Like you know it when you see it and feel it under your hands, right?
Figure out what gives these items that value and talk about that instead of how irresistible they are.
“I love the calf skin/couture stitches/mastermind design/unique color about that bag. It’s almost a work of art, don’t you think?”
Educate yourself about that stuff. It’s easy. Ask salesperson what makes that bag special, what material they used, what was the inspiration.
Talk to your shoe repair guy and learn about the tidbit information.
Google it.
Also spin this on him. While complimenting on his watch/car/wine collection give him specifics of what you like about it with facts. Because everyone will appreciate the audemars he’s sporting. Know exactly what is there to appreciate about it.
This way you’ll be able to tell him what he’s paying for while buying that item for you. Have you seen the sentence on SA “I don’t want to fulfill your materialistic whims of Hermes and LV.” I did. Plus you’ll know when you’re paying for quality or name of the house. If it’s the latter, drop that item off your list.
Never ever pay for the logos or wear them. Aristocratic approach to it is very stern: Wearing other’s logo/stamp is for the footman. I’m sorry if this comes off as classist, this is not my personal view but just a reflection of how these people think.
3. Gastronomy
“Take me to Nobu.”
No. Rave about the restaurants chef and how the philosophy of his cooking. How he combines spices like nobody else does or what a unique dining experience he offers. Trust me, he’ll be racing to the phone to make a reservation. Because you know your thing and he’ll get to enable someone with such vision and passion to experience her exquisite endeavors. He’ll know it’s not all about the thrill of eating at an upscale restaurant and that you’ll appreciate being there more than Molly.
While ordering a bottle of expensive wine or champagne have an idea about what makes it that pricey and why do you want to try it. Is it harvesting or rare grapes or the eloquent process? “I can almost smell the Canaiolo in this delicious Chianti.”
Drop a hint about cruelty-free foie gras. You’re the queen. You don’t go for things for the sake of the hype about them without having the first idea.
4. Art
“I love how that yellow sofa is reflecting the sun drenched yellow period of Van Gogh while he lived in Arles… It will bring the wheat fields and sunflowers to my living room and brigten up my day every morning.”
So my sdbf went through my laptop and found my ho email. 😒😒😒😳😳😳 Yeap you read that shit right. He approached me about it. Wondering why im being called a different name. Is this why I’m I cancel or can’t come over sometimes? Bbbbbbiiiiiiittttttcccccchhhhh I was fucking caught ASF. I just stood there thinking. Wtf am I going to say.
Literally me in my mind. ^^
I flipped the script about how he doesn’t trust me and why was he even in there. He didn’t know what to say. I just walked away and said I didn’t want to talk about this. I ran upstairs to grab my shit and leave. I go into the bedroom and I see his work phone. It was like something telling me grab it. Grab the phone. A while ago I saved my fingerprint in his phone to open it. Men are so fucking stupid. I take the phone and go Into the bathroom. And guest what the fuck I find. Guess his ex fucking wife botched Barbie
Talking about how she misses him and them being a family. And how the house feels so empty without him there. And then I see a fucking pic of her dry chewed up cat. I’m going to tell you something NEVER I REPEAT NEVER piss of Sagittarius. We are fucking savages. I actually have savage tatted on me. We will murder. You probably won’t ever experience a level of anger and disrespect and hurt from alot of other signs.
I opened that door so fucking fast. And showed him the phone. His face was white as a ghost. He was silent as hell. He couldn’t get words out. He knows the look on my eyes. I’m on go. Ready to fuck some shit up. I run to the Kitchen and I start breaking plates and cups. ( Not my proudest moment I will admit) he is crying at this point scared I’m going to leave at this point. I’m saying why the fuck did you just do all that romantic shit on vacation. If you are going to even let that kind of conversation to take place?
I will probably never get feelings for him. He’s my like regular client. I say I love you . Fake dreamy eyes. Its all apart of that game. It’s his fantasy. Im just starting to care for him like a friend. 🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️
I flipped the script on his. It was kinda crazy. I felt like a man. I had the power. I just walked upstairs grabbed my shit. Took the Porsche to leave and didn’t answer his calls or text. The next morning I get a call from the owner of one of our favorite restaurants. Asking what time I would like to have dinner and which table. The owner. This man knew he was in trouble and he was kissing ass hard core. I loved it. I arrive at dinner. About 15 mins late. He wants to talk. He knows I won’t get crazy in public. ATL is small. Some I will probably see some of these people in the restaurant again. Especially if you have money it’s small.
He wasn’t even really talking about my ho email. He was more sad about me leaving him for evening talking to his ex wife about something that didn’t involve their kids. We came to an understanding if he ever does that again. I’m gone. I don’t care what he does. He won’t disrespect me. Later he brings up the email and I could tell he didn’t know what to say.
He asks me about it. I tell him it’s not mine. Its my friends. She was using my laptop. He said ok just be safe. And he basically said he will do anything to make me happy. I want to be added to his bank account. He accountant come over his house one a week. So I gotta get in there. And I want my student loans paid off. I say all of it with a straight face.
Don’t play with me. I will break you in the worst way. Being a black woman and Trinidadian bitch you have a power over men. I’ve always be told me eyes are almost to hard to look into. They suck you in. Thanks Dad. He said. Ok. Let me get some things in order. ☺️☺️☺️☺️ Dinner is over and he kiss leave holding hands. Moral of the story is. Hoes we gotta to be more careful. And remember even though they have the money. You are in control and in power.
Illegal ( Drug Lords, Mafias etc,Majorie Harvey notoriously dated two drug dealers before marrying Steve- I ain’t encouraging nothin )
Types of ladies
Models/ Actresses/Beauty queens/Presenters
Lingerie, print or runway models(or women who look like them) can often be the desire of wealthy men. There’s something inherently ego-boosting to some about people able to say they’ve dated a woman in a magazine or on TV! Almost as if they’ve captured a rare pokemon or something. I guess it is how some girls get delighted when they say “I’m dating a whale”.
Business women
I love the phrase “business women” because it is such a multifaceted term. Anyone can be one whether you are a makeup artist to the stars or venture capitalists. Business women are able to attend exclusive events and conferences!
Society women/ IT girls
Women in the right circles who are able to enter into exclusive events, galas, resorts, leisure activities, country clubs and elite parties.
Bombshells/ Trophies
The Evelyn Lozada types, who have made a career out of hustling & gold digging. They could also be society women depending on their social stature. They sometimes accompany one type of guy in a single industry for instance only athletes or mostly men in oil.
Students
Knowing that you’re working towards something is important to some daddies.
Jet Setters
Ladies who have made it their business to be at all the hot spots at all times. They are in Ibiza during the summer, London during the fall and St Barth’s for Christmas. They are always in the baddest clubs & high class venues.
Career women
Career women whether they be air hostesses,strippers or junior analysts can often encounter potential.
Places to meet
Online
We all know about SA, Sugardaddie, Tinder & Luxe
This is probably the fastest way to meet daddies, whether it is efficient, it depends on the ladies in question. I love the online method because of the simplicity, you aren’t having to pay $30 admission fee to go to a gallery to get your hustle on!
Social media can be a good option if you’re smart and saavy. Instagram & snapchat has become a revolutionary way to meet people you otherwise could not!
Bars and Restaurants
Most cities have places of recreating designated for wealthy crowds. In some bars, it is impossible to not see someone famous or excruciatingly wealthy.
Escorting/ Sex work
A handful of wealthy men use our services.
International
We all know about "going to Dubai”. The old age way of securing a Middle Eastern daddy or wealthy clients. Lagos, LA & the French Riviera are places where women congregate to find the daddies of all daddies!
Cocktail Parties
Work
Working where these men work or working for them can be a dangerous game. But makes sense logically because many whales are workaholics!
Clubs
I used to feel such places where the haunt of new money rich kids & it is. But everyone wants to shake it down everynow & again so clubs are a fun option especially if you’re a regular.
Galleries, Museums & auctions
Wealthy people congregate these places like a church!
Trade shows
This is the haunt of executives & business men.
Gyms
Charity balls & galas
Another place where you are guaranteed to find wealthy men.
Memberships
“ everything from Country Clubs to Yacht Clubs or Hobby Clubs or art clubs”
Sports
“sailing, horseback riding, snow-skiing, tennis, and golf”are often associated with wealthy people. You do not have to play, you can merely attend.
White Tie & Black Tie events
Opera/Theater/Perfoming arts
The best tickets are usually boxes, center orchestra, and grand tier—for opening nights, only—if you want to mix and mingle among the Rich. The Rich want to see the first performance. It is new and fresh. That is also when the critics will be there, as well as any social photographers for the media society photographs - Ginie Sayles
* This is all very simplistic, but it makes it so much easier to delve into the psyche of our targets. See Meet the Rich by Gine Sayles for more :)
“For example, tech savy dude: loves math and computers, he’s an engineer. I start by breaking down the personality, ex: he likes math solving a problem makes him tick.
So i play mysterious and in control. “ - Vanitythynameiswoman
Complaining about your boss to Katsuki and he tells you just to quit and let him take care of you 😍
JUST QUIT
cw: this ended up a bit long . smut n emotions ahead !
in my bkg universe i like to believe this leads to arguments between you both often LOL especially because he means it seriously and your number one rule which your mother told you is to never ever rely on a man. especially for your livelihood. sometimes the arguments are big ones of you getting annoyed like, “i’m not going to let you pay for everything for me! what happens if something happens?” and he’s frowning, voice neutral, “what’s gonna happen? you break up with me? i’ll still look after you.”
it feels like he’s missing the point and he only kinda understands where you’re coming from.
until one day he comes to visit your apartment after work and you’re so tender. work was bad, you’re dying to get promoted so you can leave your current branch and your boss but it’s taking forever.
he always knows what you need when your upset. what food, what show to put on, to ensure cuddles are constant. he lets you bitch and he agrees, adding what he knows from what you told him previously.
he’s dying to fix it for you, he can fix it for you if you let him. he’ll look after you, joint bank account, buy you anything you need, keep you safe and protected. it’s on the tip of his tongue.
until you cup his neck with your palm and bring his head down for a slow make out. it’s tongues and warmth and love. a distraction for your current problems and it has bakugou groaning down your throat.
your touch makes him a little loose, his brain not working very well so he mumbles what he’s thinking. lips brushing against yours, his large hand under your top. “let me look after you. you never have to worry with me.”
and you groan. you’ve been through this with him. instead of talking, you just push him on his back, reattaching your mouth with his. you sneak a bite to his lip, his gasp becoming a moan and you yank up his tshirt to lay your hand across his chest.
you know he means well so you soften your words, “i don’t want your money. just you baby.” you both continue your kisses and groping. bakugou becoming impatient by the second. he’s not sure what for, your body or for you to understand.
“but i can fix this for you. never have to worry about this shit for the rest of your life,” he promises, hands on your cheeks to hold your face. his ruby pupils dart between your irises, still slightly wet from before but hard in your views.
you pinch his nipple, shaking your head out of his grip to lay nibbles across his jaw. bakugou’s body jumps and jolts at the sensitivity, his hands now holding your bare waist. what’s the point of having all his money, his success, if he doesn’t have somebody to reap the benefits with?
“i’m not a citizen in distress, you don’t need to save me,” your voice breathy and breath hot on his cheek. “i do enjoy my job…” you look away from him for a moment and he presses your body into his, “just not the people at the moment. i’ll be good after i get promoted, promise.”
he begins to grind up into you, greeted with your eyes rolling back at the sweet friction before closing. he knows there’s more behind what you’re saying.
“lemme pay your bills while you look for a new job, baby. at the position you deserve.” he moves his hands to your hips to grind you back onto him, his words coming through his gritted teeth. there’s a vein popping in his neck and his desperation. for you to use him, to take everything he’s got. his clothed cock under his shorts knocks against your panty covered clit and it snatches your breath out of you.
having a serious conversation like this isn’t ideal but at least you both get your frustrations out at the same time. “i-i don’t need your money and i don’t want a new job… it will be fine soon. you’re not listening.”
you push back on him harder, reaching back to grip his cock in your hand. bakugou hisses at the contact, his hips jutting up.
“fuck, fine. i hate seeing you get upset because of that dickhead,” he takes control yanking off his shorts so you can rock on him bare. “i just wanna look after you. never wanna see you worry.”
he bites down on his bottom lip when you pull your panties to the side to rub your slick onto him. you love him, adore him for wanting to care for you so much. you don’t stop moving your hips as you give him another kiss, slotting your lips over his to suck on his tongue and lick around his mouth.
“i love you. i appreciate that, katsuki,” you confess, so precious against his mouth. then it drops, “i just don’t want to rely on you.”
it comes out because he’s got you softened. kneaded like a ball of dough ready for the oven. his hand goes to your panties, pulling them down your legs as you wiggle out of them. he takes the chance to push you onto your back and the look on his face has you shocked.
he’s dripping with offence, hurt, misunderstanding. like you told him you don’t love him and you don’t want anything from him again.
eyebrows are furrowed, jaw is clenched and the arousal rests heavily in his pupils. he opens your legs wide to have his body between them, one hand pressing on your thigh to have your knee bent by your chin.
“the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he rumbles and the experience is different now, overwhelming.
he’s rocking against you now bare, using your wetness and his pre to create a loud sound which vibrates in the room. every time his head brushes against your hole, you groan and when he goes against your clit you moan.
you’re breathless easily, “i don’t want to need you.”
it only gets worse.
he rests on his forearms close, so his face is less than an inch away from yours. “what the fuck are you on? we’re in a relationship, i need you like, like i need fuckin’ air baby.”
you see him grip his cock, angry and red, and slowly slide it inside you. your arms circle around his neck, a loud moan slipping out your throat. bakugou grunts, studying how your eyes flutter shut and your lips part.
“y’tellin’ me you don’t need this?” he punctuates his comment with a thrust and your eyes open on command. then another, his thick cock filling you so much that you feel him everywhere. you clench around him and he chokes. “so if i stopped right now baby, you wouldn’t ask for more?”
you meet his eyes, eyes following the stubble on his cheeks and his plush lips. he’s tempting you, trying to prove you wrong.
you nod sloppily, eyes wet from the pressure, “i would. i do need this.”
“why’re you tellin’ me you don’t then?”
you’re not sure how to not tell the truth. not with him looking at you like you’re ruining him by not wanting him. he presses a kiss to your lips hard, to coax it out of you.
you say the words on his lips, as he drags his cock out of your walls, “because i don’t want to.”
you’re beginning to blubber now, hugging him close like he might slip away, “b-but just your money. i want you. i just can’t rely on you for my life.” you link your legs around his back to get him to move again but he’s still looking at you with the darkest eyes you’ve seen. “you need to understand that.”
he thinks he does. you both grew up differently, different environments. but he’s not like other men, other people you’ve heard of. he’ll stay with you and look after you, never leave you with nothing.
he runs a thumb over your clit, loud squelches in the air as he slowly thrusts in and out of your pussy. he tries to take a different approach, noticing your pleading eyes. “y’know you can ask me for anythin’ right?” he knocks his forehead against yours and you’re already nodding.
“yes. yes i do.”
“what’s it take for you to want to want it? me to marry you? put your name on everythin’?” he tests, thumb rubbing circles on your clit and your eyes widen.
you don’t answer because you can’t, “i’m close, ‘ki.”
he chuckles but it’s harsh, “answer me and you can come. what’s it take?”
you don’t have an answer. you love him, you trust him but you’re realistic… you can’t need him to survive. right?
“need to come, let me please,” you plead. his thumb slows down to draw the answer out of you.
“answer me, pretty girl. c’mon,”
“i don’t know,” you say, strained and pained. there’s tears on your waterline and your back is arched from being on the edge, “i just know i love you. so much.”
he doesn’t want to see you upset and he loves giving you want you want. even if he doesn’t get an answer yet. bakugou sighs, picking up his thrusts, “i love you too, baby.”
you come immediately, eyes squeezing shut and breath stuck in your throat. your vision flashes as your muscles tense around him, quickly sending him into his own euphoria. he comes inside of you, merging his come with your wetness.
he lays on his back and pulls you to his chest, resting in the afterglow.
it’s a few moments until you decide to speak. “i just want to know i can be secure on my own. completely separate from my love for you. you must understand that, gorgeous.”
you peak up at your boyfriend to see him not frowning at all. instead he’s looking at the ceiling before dropping his gaze to you. he does get that, he understands the need to do some thing’s on your own and to come together later.
“yeah i do. was just in my head about it,” he sniffs, arm tightening around you.
you kiss his bicep, “didn’t appreciate that marriage comment either.”
he groans aloud, ashamed, “sorry. i get fuckin’ stupid when i wanna come.”
you laugh as he mumbles another apology under his breath, kissing your forehead then your cheeks.
then in a few weeks you do get your promotion, along with a raise and no more annoying boss.
synopsis: how can you say you don't need him when he so wretchedly needs you?
warnings: flreader, nsfw, minors dni, established relationship, miscommunication, yn doesnt 'need' bkg, make-up sex, handjob, fingering (f), cunnilingus, dramatic bkg, doggy style, fluffy&intimate, emotional bkg, needy bkg, what more do i tag lol
a/n: for you, saint @saintokkotsu !! thank you for being so lovely to me. based off that one lyric in i drink wine by adele!
what bakugou feels right now is akin to heartbreak. his heart is broken, raw and missing every other beat. instead of crying over whatever is left of his heart, the feelings have morphed into silent rage, especially at the fact you’re sitting beside him in his car unaware of it all.
he’s not sure if he’s being dramatic, he did only hear less than half of the conversation you were having with your coworker but it’s enough to feel as if his head is being dunked underwater repeatedly with no time to breathe for air.
you’re confused and unsure, as shown by your finger tapping on your knee instead of grabbing his hand like you usually do. your boyfriend looks like a bubbling pot beside you about to spill over.
“did you have a bad day at work?”
your voice makes him wince, memories of how it sounded just this morning, joyful and loving, embarrassing him.
“yeah,” it’s a lie, it sounds burnt on his tongue.
“ah,” you nod in a show of understanding but really, nothing has changed.
in your year of knowing bakugou, half of that time being in a relationship with him, you’ve never quite seen him like this. jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, fingers so tight on his steering wheel you think it’s close to snapping. it’s not the explosive anger you see the news reporters talk about or you hear stories of his friends telling. rather, it’s stone cold brewing. you think this anger is reserved for you.
“did i do something?” you whisper.
you sound hurt and that makes bakugou ache.
he doesn’t know how to reply to you and luckily, he’s just pulled up outside of his apartment so he can starve it off for longer. he doesn’t even know why he still wants to be in your presence but he desperately does. this is his love, still aflame during his anger.
he parks and presses a button so his car engine shuts down. with no rumble of the engine, you’re both sitting in quiet. you make no turn to move as bakugou opens his car door.
“katsuki, i am not coming out until you tell me what’s wrong. there’s no point in me coming inside if you’re not talking to me.”
bakugou freezes. you say the words to his back, measuring how all the muscles are tense beneath his long sleeve black t-shirt. he huffs, then groans aloud before roughly wiping his face.
“i heard what you said earlier.”
“to who?”
“your fuckin’ coworker, that guy.”
he was leaning outside your work building, waiting for you to come out.
“your sugar daddy’s waiting for you outside, huh?”
bakugou’s never liked that guy, he always seemed slimy and hopelessly in love with you. you just called it his ‘boyfriend brain’ whenever he spoke about it.
you snort, “he is not my sugar daddy.”
“doesn’t he practically buy you everything? new bag, new shoes? why’re you even working?”
bakugou knows your tones like your facial expressions. you’re disgusted when you reply, “how is this any of your business? i don’t use my boyfriend for money. i don’t even need him.”
that’s all bakugou heard before a needle popped his heart and blood began to spill over his shoes.
if you don’t need him, why are you with him? what is your relationship built on if there’s nothing you need from him? all his other ones need him. his presence to save, his strength, his knowledge. his parents have always needed him to keep their relationship strong, his agency is built on their need for him to stay alive. everyone needs something from him. how can you say you don’t when he so wretchedly needs you?
he retreats into his car seat, slamming the door shut. silence swallows you both.
you want to question why he was even listening to your conversation but it’s pointless anyway. you’re not sure which part of your conversation would deserve this reaction.
“how much did you hear? what was wrong with what i said?”
the first time he properly looks at you today comes with an annoyed, nasty frown.
“you said you didn’t fuckin’ need me.”
now you frown.
“i said i didn’t need you, yes.”
a tether of his temper snaps, “so why the fuck are we together?”
“don’t talk to me like that,” you snap.
silence. both of you watch a man across the street walking his dog.
“we’re together because i love you but i don’t need you. if something happens and you leave, i’ll still be here. alive.” you watch his face for a reaction but he’s still looking ahead. “and he was talking about your money. i work for my own.”
bakugou realises he’s never admitted to himself the things he needs. he doesn’t ever need people the same way people need him. minus perhaps other heroes for certain missions. though this premature heartbreak he’s been feeling, a rush from zero to a hundred, makes him think.
“i need you. without you, i’d be nothing.”
you shake your head softly and bakugou turns to look at you. you take his hand and it’s warm.
“that’s not true, gorgeous. you’d still be bakugou katsuki. you’d still be dynamight.”
“i don’t want any of that if it’s not with you.” you kiss his knuckles.
“katsuki. baby,” you take a deep breath, “i think you’re used to people relying on you all the time. your family, the country, the world. i want you to know i want you for you. i don’t want anything from you. i don’t need you for your money or your strength. you make me better and happy by being you. there’s nothing more i ask for.”
bakugou feels his heart mending itself, stitching each tear and slowly beating back to normal. perhaps this is what he’s always needed to hear. you don’t need him. you don’t want anything from him, just him.
bakugou sniffs, meeting your eyes. your hand comes to cradle his cheek and he presses your forehead together.
“fuck, i’m sorry. i should probably go back to therapy, right?” he chuckles breathily, his eyes glossy though no tears fall.
his breath is hot on your face and you begin to smile at the feeling of his nose brushing against yours. he’s beautiful with his fluffy dark eyelashes and shiny ruby eyes.
“probably, but we can sort that out later.” you press a kiss to his mouth, then another but this time he holds the back of your head to keep you close to him. he inhales like it’s the first time he’s kissed you in years.
once you pull away, you mumble against his lips, “let’s go inside now. i’m starving.”
when you’ve both finished eating, dressed snuggled in your pyjamas, you notice that your boyfriend is oddly embarrassed about his outburst earlier. you never see him embarrassed, perhaps a couple of times at the beginning of your relationship when he’d stutter accidentally or he tried to open the door for you and it smacked him in the forehead. but since then, never. you want your boyfriend back.
you decide to bombard him when he’s hand washing the dishes instead of using the dishwasher beside him.
you lean on the kitchen island with your elbows, chin resting on your palms.
“gorgeous?”
he can always sense you, knows where you are. stupid hero tingles.
bakugou turns his head to look over you, “baby.”
“i miss you.”
“i’m right here.”
“no, you’re still caught up about what happened earlier.”
he rolls his head back to look at his soapy hands, “‘m not.”
you sigh softly, padding across the floor in your fluffy socks. you circle your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed against his back. here you were connected, heartbeats simmering to one.
“i love you,” you murmur, pressing a kiss through his t-shirt.
you can’t see his hands from this angle but you can hear the water sloshing about as he cleans the plates.
“yeah. i love you too. i think too much.”
you gasp jokingly, laying your palms flat on his toned chest, “you say it like it’s a bad thing!”
he shakes his head, “it’s not. just that it felt like you stabbed me earlier and now i’m in fuckin’ recovery.”
“oh baby,” you coo. you never realised how deep the roots of his need for people to need him really were. you brush the tips of your fingers against his dick, hidden away in his shorts. your touch is only light, hovering, and you feel his abs tense. “will this make you feel better?”
bakugou’s laugh is strained, humming at the feeling of you pressed against his back. “yeah, it fuckin’ will.”
you take the yes with glee, slowly pulling down his shorts and boxers in one go. his hands are still in the soapy water, squeezing the life out of a sponge when you bring your palm to your face to spit on and then cradle his length.
you don’t say a word when you flick your wrist over him. it’s not too fast, not too slow. a comfortable pace for him to slowly harden in your hand. you indulge in the feeling of knowing him so well, without even seeing his face.
how his breath switches to breathy grunts, his fingers becoming pale white from clenching the sink. you can barely look around him to see but you can tell from only the sight of his neck that he’s looking down, mesmerised by your hand.
you’re warm and treat him with skill. you look after him, is all bakugou thinks. he can just relax, worries of before slipping off his shoulders and he focuses on the burning desire building.
“oh fuck,” he spills, hips bucking involuntarily into your palm. you bite down on your lip, the feeling of him getting heavier, slick with his own pre.
“there’s nobody i want more than you,”
“shit,”
you pick up the pace, moving your wrist how you’ve seen him move on himself. you match his hip thrusts and bakugou feels his vision blur. he clenches his eyes shut, biceps thick and bulging.
a slick, wet, pat pat pat, fills the air. you feel all the muscles in his body tense, his head flinging back as finally, he lets go. his hot release covers your fingers and you keep pumping till it’s all out.
“motherfucker. oh fuck, you feel good. this is so… urgh,” he groans and you let him, even rubbing his stomach soothingly.
his come drips to the floor and unsurprisingly, you’re turned on by the sight. making him come while not even seeing what you’re doing.
once he’s all done, catching his breath and wiping his forehead, you push.
“are you still too busy moping away to sort me out?”
“watch your mouth,” he snaps.
you think he’s back. you grin.
after wiping your hand with a paper towel, bakugou pulls up his shorts and picks you up in one swoop, swinging you over his shoulder.
“katsuki!” two large wet hand imprints are at your waist.
he’s on a mission stomping through his home into his bedroom, “i’m gonna do more than just sort you out, baby.”
bakugou throws you back onto his bed and you get to see his face. the sadistic grin you love to see, the desire for you swimming in his ruby pupils. he yanks you by the legs so your pelvis is at the edge of the bed.
“if all this shit didn’t happen today, i would have already made you come by now. i’m gonna have to catch up.”
you don’t know what beast you’ve created until it’s too late.
your lover pulls down your shorts and lifts your oversized t-shirt so your lower half is exposed to him.
“and i was thinkin’ this was it between us. it’s never gonna be it between us.”
“you’re so dramatic.”
“are you sure you wanna be sayin’ that right now?”
you rest up on your forearms, well aware he can see the wetness between your legs. it’s your favourite sight having him there, hands like paws spreading your thighs wider. he only blows on your centre, over your clit and your body tenses at the rush of air.
you flop down onto your back, pleasure shooting up your spine, “oh shit. no, no, i take it back.”
he smirks, “yeah i thought so.”
bakugou is tender with you, prodding you with his tongue like you would a sleeping animal with a stick. though he knows what gets you moving, he just wants to draw it out.
he swipes his tongue from bottom to top, not paying too much attention to your clit which is exactly where you want him. you mewl, hips jumping to try and push him in the right direction. he just holds you down and continues.
his wet tongue circles your hole, around and around and you’re just about to beg him until he thrusts his tongue inside. your moan is loud, exactly what bakugou wanted.
“she tastes so fuckin’ good, baby.” he pulls his tongue out to see you pulsing around nothing. “fuck.”
you’re whimpering, heat blossoming throughout your body, “more ‘suki.”
bakugou slides his palm onto your stomach, his other lifting your thigh. “patience baby.”
finally, his soft lips suction around your clit. he sucks, drawing out the sweetest, honey dripping moans from you. it feels electric, body twitching and it only increases when he slides two fingers into you without warning.
you grip a clump of his hair, holding him to you restlessly.
“oh my… baby,” you whine, and you feel the vibrations of his chuckle muffled between your legs.
his tongue is swift, practised. he curls his fingers, brushing against your favourite spot and that’s enough for you to be on the edge of bursting.
then he stops, and you find two hands on your waist flipping you over onto your stomach.
“katsuki, what?! i was almost there!” you whine but your boyfriend only lightly slaps your bare ass to silence you.
“wanna feel you come ‘round my cock. wouldn’t you too?” his voice deep with control as you lay your cheek on the mattress to watch him pull his t-shirt off his body in one sweep.
you hum at the sight of his toned chest, the scars, marks and beauty spots. he wastes no time finding your ass again, two hands on each ass cheek. he roughly massages with his thumbs and you can’t help but rumble a moan, trying not to arch in the air.
“yeah, i do,” he leans over with one knee beside you and kisses your cheek, “want you ‘suki.”
“i’ll look after you, pretty.”
bakugou yanks off his joggers, one hand guiding his cock through your ass cheeks. back and forth and your moans come out like a melody in unison. he’s thick, veiny and he’s fixated on how his head pops out at every thrust.
“could fuckin’ come like this, baby,” he grunts, leaning over your body. kisses are pressed along your shoulders and back like raindrops.
it feels good, so good but not enough. “no, don’t,” you reach for his arm behind you and bakugou meets your pleading eyes. “inside, baby.”
how could he say no to you when it’s so natural to say yes? “okay, okay. fuck, i’d do anythin’ for you.”
he grips your thigh to position you for him, guiding his cock through your folds. your breath hitches when he hovers by where you need him the most. need. right now, your craving is turning into a need.
“n-need you so bad, come on,”
and he usually would have poked you for your tone but instead, your lover grins. alive and full of energy. slowly, he pushes into you, immediately feeling you tense around him. together, he grunts while you whimper.
“oh ‘suki,”
“i know baby, i know.”
you’re made for him, he fits tight and perfect and he knows if there’s a heaven on earth, it’s between your legs.
“why do you f-feel bigger?” you rock against him, your ass hitting his chest.
bakugou’s laugh comes out rough, holding your hips, “‘m gonna move, yeah?”
you hum back and he begins to thrust. he tries to be controlled to take his time but it all gets too much so quickly. the messiness of it all, your slick soaking his cock desperately, creating loud wet slaps in the air. you’re both lost in each other, you reaching up on your forearms to fuck back into him, you’re not sure who’s moaning more.
“fuck,” you screech and bakugou feels like he’s close to passing out.
“come, baby. you feel perfect, squeezing the shit outta me,”
he doesn’t even need to touch your clit before you’re shaking on him, stuffing your face in the mattress for some grounding, your fingers clenched.
“holy… fuck, ‘suki,” you mewl, “i love you.”
his orgasm rocks through him before he can take hold of it, spurting inside you. his hips keep going and instead of flinging his head back, he leans forward over you, stuffing his head in your neck. his thrusts jolt your whole body on the bed and it’s only when he’s all spent, he stops, murmuring a tired, “i l-love you too, pretty.”
it’s a few moments of trying to come back to earth together, bakugou flipping you onto your back to lay kisses over your hip bone and stomach. your hand brushes through his hair relaxingly.
when he stops, you look down at him to find him already staring at you. you move your hand to cup his cheek. his eyes are half lidded, sleepy, lips shiny and although you say you don’t need him like one would need food or water, maybe you crave him like one would a hot meal. like one would happiness and peace of mind.
“you know i love you, right?” you breathe and his eyes widen.
bakugou nods, rubbing against your palm like a puppy. he really looks anything but with his stubbled jaw and scar across his eyebrow but he’s still stupidly sweet.
“course i do. i get what you meant before, don’t worry,” he sniffs, pretty eyes looking over you. he grips your wrist tightly, kissing the palm that held his cheek, “i love you too, pretty girl.”
bakugou crawls up to you on his forearms, stopping until his face is before yours. “i’d die if you left me though.”
his face is serious, stone cold until his smile drops and you slap his arm. “katsuki! don’t say that,” he stuffs his head in your neck, his chuckle tickling.
“i’m not lyin’ though.”
you circle your arms around his neck, holding him to you tightly, “but you shouldn’t…”
“yeah, yeah, i know. if you ever wanna leave me i won’t actually. i’ll just think about it till one day i wake up and don’t.”
“you’re really not helping and i don’t wanna leave you any time soon. unless you’re still planning on being dramatic.”
“nah, i’m finished. i love you a normal amount.”
you roll your eyes playfully and he pinches your side, pulling you into a fit of giggles.
This post was possible bc of @shima707 they commented on my bkg dad post for more so i decided to write more :D
"Daddy, Shoko's cryin' again." Mayako says shaking her father. Katsuki usually sleeps in on Sundays with you by his side but for some reason he's waking up upon the fact that the newest addition to the family is crying.
"Where's mommy at? Tell her to get Shoko." He mumbles under the covers. Mayako gets off the bed to open the blackout curtains which causes Katsuki to groan loudly.
"I looked for mommy but she's not here!!" Katsuki perks up at those words, where could you be early on a Sunday morning?
"She's not here? That's weird, she woulda told me if she was goin' somewhere." Mayako glares at her father, it's actually pretty ironic. Katsuki feels like he's staring at himself.
Your blond husband rises from bed to brush his teeth, this was not how he imagined his day would start.
"Can you get one of Shoko's clean bottles off the rack, Maya?" he asks between brushes.
"Mommy already made a bottle for her its in the fridge left with a note to warm it up." Katsuki finds it strange that you left without saying anything. The hero jogs his memory trying to remember if you said anything about going out on Sunday.
Once he's freshened up, he makes his way to the nursery with Mayako by his side like a little assistant or something.
"Your brothers 'wake yet?" He asks opening the nursery door, he is met by loud cries from his little one.
"I think Kaien is awake, not sure about Kitaro." Katsuki nods, he picks up his daughter with his washed hands. He wanted all of his kids to have K names like him but you argued it'd be too confusing. You agreed on both your sons having K names but you named Shoko and Mayako.
"Alright Shoko, that's enough crying." She's only about four months old which means aside from eating, pooping and peeing, crying is all she can really do. He cradles her and puts the bottle in her mouth. The cries stop immediately and she sucks on the bottle harshly.
"Daddy, please don't get mommy pregnant anymore. I'm tired of hearing crying everyday." She admits in a tired tone as if she's the one who cares for all the children. She does contribute to her siblings care though.
"Hah? I hafta hear crying every day, more than you did and how do you even know I'm the reason mommy has babies?" He's shocked to say the least, Mayako is only nine.
"Well for one mommy was always like 'I swear on my life all that man wants to do is get me pregnant' or 'I'm not having anymore of his kids after this one' so I asked Aunty Mina what she was talking about and she gave me as she called it 'a watered down version of how babies are made'." Mayako explained to her father. He should've known it was Mina.
He switched Shoko's postion so he could burp her, then he realized he needed her towel or he'd have spit up on his shirt.
"'N what exactly did Mina say?" He completely ignores that fact that you've complained about pregnancy, he's heard it all before. Whatever Mina told his daughter was something ridiculous he already knew it.
"She said that you slid your hotdog into mommy's bun and the mayo created a baby hotdog." Katsuki cringes hard. Out of all the things Mina could have told his daughter it had to be that.
"I hate that idiot so much." He mumbles. Shoko gives a good burp and a few coos. Katsuki adores the fact that Shoko has your eyes and your nose.
"Go tell Kaien to brush, Kitaro too if he's 'wake." Mayako gives a silent nod and stomps out of the nursery. Katsuki predicts that Kaien will come crying in a little bit, he and his sister clash often due to Mayako's firey temper and his softness.
He's determined to change Shoko's diaper and clothes before Kaien comes in crying.
Katsuki gets lucky and is able to start breakfast when Kaien comes crying in the kitchen. "Daddy, Mayako's being mean. I hate her!" He yells folding his arms.
"Woah kid, we don't say hate. Especially not about family." Katsuki says, he's in his 'Kiss the chef' apron in courtesy of you.
"You say hate all the time!" Kaien argues, and well, he's right. Katsuki doesn't want his child outsmarting him, though.
"That's cuz I'ma grown up." It's the best thing he can come up with at the moment. A father of four with his wife away can only do so much. He's got Shoko strapped to his chest while he's cooking.
Katsuki gets no respond from his son, so it's time to do some digging.
"What did your sister do, Kaien?" He was not at all prepared for Kaien's answer, he expected that she was bossing him around or something.
"S-she said that I can't use the spicy toothpaste because I'm a baby!" Spicy toothpaste? Oh, he must mean the mint toothpaste.
"What did you tell her?" He quickly scarmbles the eggs with the cooking chopsticks.
"I told her six isn't a baby and she said it is." Katsuki almost laughed, not at Kaien. It's just that cute little pout he has on his face.
"Maya-"
"Yeah?" She responds before her father can finish calling her name. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was lurking around the corner waiting to interject and say that her brother was wrong.
"Why can't Kaien use the spicy toothpaste?" The eggs are done so he plates them and checks on the rice. Shoko was drooling all over his collarbone even with her baby towel.
"Cuz he's only six, he should use the kid toothpaste." She says in her 'as-a-matter-of-fact' voice.
"Are you Kaien's ma?" Katsuki asks, he doesn't miss a beat while chopping the spring onions.
"No but-"
"Aht, no buts. You're not his ma so you can't go around telling him what to do. Unless of course, you're babysitting 'em." He sets the chopped onions aside and puts the rice and eggs into bowls. He makes sure all the servings are equal or he'll get complaints from his mini critiques.
"Mkay." She's sour right now.
"Where's Kitaro?" Katsuki garnishes the the food and sets it on the table.
"We both tried to wake him up but he kept saying he was tired." Mayako comments and sits in her normal spot.
"Ain't nothing for him to be tired for, he's eight." Mayako shrugs at her father's words and says thanks for the food. She and Kaien dig in.
Katsuki heads up the stairs, Shoko still strapped to him. His eyes scan the hallway and it's covered in toys. The blond makes a mental note for his kids to clean up later.
He walks over toys to reach Kitaro's room, the door's closed which isn't normal. You enforced the 'no closed doors' rule, unless someone's in the bathroom or changing.
He opens it half expecting Kitaro to be doing something bad. Instead the eight year old is snoring like he hasn't slept in years.
"Get up kid, time to eat. Go brush." He shakes Kitaro.
He just groans, pulls his covers over his head, and yawns.
"I'm tired." Katsuki raises a brow.
"Tired from what?" Once again, Kitaro's only eight, he can't be doing anything that energy consuming.
"Video games." He mumbles from under the covers.
"Tch, 's why you don't needta be playin' them. I don't know why that old hag got you a gaming system." Kitaro is sluggish getting out of the bed. Katsuki's watching him like a hawk. He watched him all the way until he was at the table.
He sees you sitting with Kaien in your lap eating some of his food because he's not likely to finish it.
"There's my baby girl!" You coo to Shoko. Katsuki undoes the baby carrier and takes her out of it. Those ruby red eyes scan your body for any indication of your activities this morning.
"Where have you been all mornin'?" Shoko babbles while Katsuki starts eating breakfast.
"I went to the gym, I'm trying to lose baby weight." You explain with a small smile.
"Tch, why's it matter? I'm your man 'n I like you the way you are." He never understood why you were so insecure.
"I'm not doing it for anyone besides myself." Kaien whines when you pick at his eggs.
"You aren't gonna eat them, little boy." You boop his nose and he tries to bite your finger.
"Too slow, Kai." He pouts, and it looks just like when Katsuki pouts.
"Why didn't ya tell me you were leavin'?" He huffs.
"Cuz you'd tell me I look good and convince me to stay." You're met by his silence which tells you you're right.
"Date night?" Katsuki asks with a sly smirk.
"No more babies!" Mayako protests.
"I agree- wait how do you-?!"
"Mina." Your husband and eldest daughter say at the same time.
"Oh I love her." It doesn't take a genius to know Mina probably told her some crazy watered down version of sex.
"Ki, hon, you look tired." He yawns at your words.
"He stayed up all night on that gaming system the old hag gave him." Your eyes widen.
"Katsuki! Your mom is not the 'h word' and I've been meaning to put parental controls on that thing." He rolls his eyes at your pg language when you normally have the mouth of a sailor when the kids aren't around.
"Whatever." The hero scoffs.
"Love you too, Kats!" You wink at him obnoxiously and he groans.
Thanks shima707 for giving me the motivation to write more, and I'm glad you enjoyed the first part! Love you guys and see ya next time <3
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