still fangirling all over this bitch

because I didn't find any when I was originally looking so...here:

"Do you know how long I've watched you? You're perfect."

"It doesn't matter what you think. You're mine. You always have been."

"Did you not like the gifts? I bought them off of your wish list."

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple."

"Don't act like this means nothing to you! You're the same as me!"

"You need someone to take care of you."

"You really think they're going to keep me from you?"

"...what have you done?" "What I needed to. Now come. I'm taking you home."

"Try all you want, princess. You're not leaving."

"We belong together. Don't you see that? Don't you know how perfect we are?"

"Now you want mercy? After running from me? It's too late."

"I saved you. Don't you think you should be grateful?" "Grateful? For this?" "Everything I'm doing is to keep you safe!"

"Step away from the window. Come back to sleep. Don't make me have to come get you."

"It's not your fault, it's theirs. They're the ones trying to keep us apart. You see that, right?"

"We're meant to be. You'll see."

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."

"Let me in! Trust me, sweetheart, it'll be easier if you do. Don't run from me. You won't like what happens when I catch you."

"This was the last time, okay? I got you. I'm here. I'm not leaving anymore."

P@rnstar Bakugo x Fem! Reader

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Excerpt: His hand bypassed your shoulder to cup your cheek with the pad of his thumb caressing your lips with practiced ease. Regardless of the seamless acting, the intimacy of it all had your heart picking up speed in your chest. Not to mention the distance he was closing allowed you to smell the cinnamon spice body sprayed he’d been spritzed in before cameras rolled.

It was a great distraction until you noticed Bakugo got out of his seat to come up behind you. One of his hands  actually did rest on your shoulders before his lips met the skin between your neck and collarbone. 

“And when was the last time that company made you feel good? As good as me and my boy could?”