#and kirishima ate rocks

[dawn-till-dusk1]

*Loudly clears throat*

May I present, ✨️them✨️

Kirishima "I ate rocks as a child and never stopped." Eijirou

Midoriya "I ate dirt as a child. It was for science!" Izuku

They're perfect for each other. Just imagine, they're gardening. They come across some rocks and Kirishima picks one up. He swallows it whole.

Later

Izuku, inwardly: And he didn't even ask if I wanted to share!

Katsuki, completely sick of their shit: Leave. Me. Alone!

#kirideku #bnha kirishima #bnha midoriya #bnha #Midoriya ate dirt as a child #and kirishima ate rocks #prove me wrong #oh wait you can't #they're perfect for each other your honour

[xxmaddyxx]

The food baby <3

summary: mha boys react to your beautiful bloated belly <3 includes: Kirishima, Bakugou, and Todoroki masterlist

contains: mention of body shape, swearing (precious bakugou), and insecurity in some parts, reference to death (not a human)

Kiri

he loves u anytime, any day, no matter the circumstance

you had just finished devouring two pizzas together while binge watching your show together

you did get food babies sometimes, but only when you ate big portions, which wasn't that often (mainly on dates bcs this boy makes sure you're happy and healthy)

you became insecure sometimes, but others you would just look in the mirror and love how perfectly round it was <3

Kirishima and you were sitting on his bed, empty pizza boxes on the floor, waiting for what seemed like THE longest commercial break to end.

Your stomach didn't hurt, but you felt the bloating feeling, like you knew you officially had a food baby

Kirishima got up and walked to the bathroom (just pretend the dorms have their own bathrooms) "Holy shit, babe! Look at this, hehe." He chuckled.

You walked into his bathroom to see his shirt held up, with a little belly bump hanging out.

"Shut up!" You smiled and poked his stomach, hard as a rock. (hehe get it)

"Lemme see yours." He touched the bottom of your (his) oversized sweatshirt. You lightly touched his hand and let out an airy laugh.

"What?" He asked, "Does your stomach hurt? I can get you some Tums-"

"Nono, Kiri it doesn't hurt, I just sometimes don't like how my stomach looks after a big meal."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Why? Food babies are adorable! Please?"

You gave in and slowly raised the shirt to reveal your belly.

It wasn't too big, compared to like Thanksgiving Day or Christmas.

He let out a big toothy grin, "It's so cute!" He stood behind you and slinked his arms around your slightly expanded waist.

"Really? I always thought it looked weird." You leaned against him.

"No, are you crazy?" He kissed your head. "You're beautiful, no matter how your body looks, now or ever."

"Thank you." You giggled and lifted his shirt again. "Bro, even your food baby has abs."

Bakugou

no excuses, you cannot feel insecure around him

I mean like he is such a simp for you, it's literally HARD to feel insecure sometimes

But even Dynamite can't stop anxiety sometimes

You just lost your pet, the one you had to leave at home when you moved into the dorms.

The one who got you through grade, middle, and part of your 1st year of high school.

And you had chowed down on some sushi and ice cream, crying and scrolling through your pictures with your late pet (which i don't blame you)

Bakugou had gone out to go grocery shopping (bcs he wanted to surprise you with your fav meal that night)

While scrolling on your phone and emptying the ice cream carton, a text popped up from him

"Hey babe, I'm otw back to the dorms u want me to pick up anything?"

"No, im good thx"

You quickly got up and tried to pull yourself together as much as you could.

You threw away the sushi container and ice cream carton and looked into your full body mirror.

Your tank top and sweatpants outlined your bloated stomach and you turned to the side in disgust

Fluffing your hair, you put on a sweater and laid back down on your bed just as your boyfriend came through your dorm entrance.

"Hey- are you okay y/n? What the hell happened?" You could see the worry on his face.

Putting on a fake smile, you looked at him in his crimson eyes, "Nothing, why?"

"Because your mascara is smeared."

Shit, I thought it was waterproof.

He sat beside you on your bed and wrapped an arm around you.

"P/N died earlier today, and I ate a lot of food and I feel gross."

"Do you feel nauseous?" He asked.

"No."

"Then why do you feel gross?"

"Because of this." You stood up and lifted your sweatshirt to reveal your food baby.

"What?" He geniunely looked confused.

"Do you not see how bloated I am?"

"I mean, I do, but that's why you feel gross? Because of your body's natural reaction to eating? That's fucking ridiculous, you still look hot." You slightly blushed and put your sweatshirt down.

"C'mere." He pulled you into his lap and put his hands on your tummy. "I think it's cute anyway." He kissed your cheek, "How about, we get you some water and have a sleepover in your dorm. In the morning, if you're hungry, I'll make you your favorite breakfast."

"Okay, thank you Katsuki."

Todoroki

he loves food as much as you do, honestly

you both have the occasional big meal together

he doesn't really get food babies but he's seen you with one before, and it didn't bother him at all

if anything, he loved the thought that you were nourished and happy :)

but, you and him just d.e.v.o.u.r.e.d. one of Sato's cakes

sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to finish showering, you continued to sip your bubble tea.

you got up to look at yourself in the mirror, because we can all be narcissistic at some point

and you saw it, quite the food baby staring back at you

"wow wowie wow." you mumbled out loud.

you already had on a big tshirt and sweatpants, but you still felt kinda bad

you just sat back down on Shoto's bed and scrolled on your phone

he came out a few minutes later in boxers and sweatpants, hair still damp

you looked up at him and admired the sight before you

"I'm back, can we cuddle now?" (i love how blunt he is)

"Yeah sure." You put your phone down on the nightstand and waited for him to lie down.

He spooned you and felt your tummy

"Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Your stomach feels hard, do feel sick? Was a quirk accidentally activated on you?" You could hear the true concern in his voice.

"No no no, baby. I'm okay, it's just a food baby." You turned over so you were face to face.

"Oh, that's good." He pecked your nose. "When your bloated it's always so interesting to see how your body looks. It's really cool in a way."

"Oh my God, you are the cutest thing ever, I'm keeping you."

#mha headcanons #mha x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader fluff #mha fluff #mha bakugou #boku no hero academia #mha todoroki #my hero academia #bnha #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugō #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima fluff #mha kirishima #kirishima x you #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima

[saturnsorbits]

Play Away: Part Two

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Frottage, Rimming (M - Receiving), Anal (M - Receiving), Soft Sex, Disussion of Cheating, One Very Mild Panic Attack, KiriBaku. Word Count: 13.4k.

-> Series Masterlist

Bakugo tosses his keys into the small ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter. The metallic clang rings out around the apartment, echoing back at him from empty corners and window'ed walls. There's a numbness in his chest that he can't seem to shake when he pads to the fridge and yanks it open. For a minute he just stands there, listening to the buzz of the fridge and the gurgling of his stomach, but he closes it again without taking anything out. The buzzing of his phone rocks him out of his daze, causing him to drift back to the counter. It's a text message. The new one adds to a notification bar of more until the whole screen is burning bright with a near constant stream of messages.

From: Shitty Hair 'Kaminari ate your lunch.'

From: Shitty Hair '… Are you coming back?'

From: Shitty Hair 'I'm assuming that's a no.'

From: Shitty Hair 'Can we talk?'

From: Shitty Hair 'You can't just kiss someone like that and leave...'

From: Shitty Hair 'Are you okay?'

From: Shitty Hair 'I'm getting worried.'

From: Shitty Hair 'Bakugo...'

From: Shitty Hair 'I'm not doing this. I'm coming over.'

Bakugo sighs. The last message had been delivered only twenty minutes ago, which gave him about five more before he had an irate red-head banging on his door. He could pretend not to be in, could turn off all the lights and hide in his bedroom with the blinds shut, but Bakugo has never been a coward. Busying about the kitchen, he pulls two cups from the stand in the corner and flicks on the kettle. He puts sugar in one, keeps the other black and waits, hands splayed on the counter of the water to boil. There's something bubbling in his chest as he imagines Kirishima, somewhere, making his way slowly to his apartment. It's a new sensation, one that threatens to burn his chest and constrict his throat, but it's not all bad. He swallows, pushing down the faint slither of excitement that worms its way through him as he pictures swinging his door open to see his best-friend, the man he'd learned tasted like honeydew and cream, the man he'd cheated on his girlfriend with...

The kettle boils, snapping him from his spiral. Pouring out the water, he fills both cups and stirs, letting his eyes drift to the door of his apartment. Any minute now, the bell will ring, or knuckles will wrap against the door and – His phone vibrates.

From: Shitty Hair 'It's late, let me in so I don't have to wake up the whole building knocking.'

Bakugo gets to his feet too quickly, called to the door and the promise of Kirishima. The pull is too great for him to refuse, so he doesn't. Almost tugging the door off its hinges, he has to tense his shoulders to stop himself lunging at the man in front of him.

Kirishima's grin flattens as soon as he lays eyes on Bakugo. He reaches out, not giving the other man time to react as he wraps an arm around his neck and pulls him in, forcing him against his chest. 'You've been crying.' He mumbles against his shirt, thankful that his lips meet material and not skin. He'd come over intent on starting an argument, or at least shouting a little, but the sight of Bakugo puffy-eyed and lost, looking at him like he's the only thing that makes sense in his world, shatters those plans.

A strangled sob wriggles up Bakugo's throat as Kirishima fastens his arms around him and gently urges him back into the apartment. 'I -.' He swallows, feeling the pressure of the last few weeks wash over him, weakening his resolve. 'I made tea.'

Blowing air out of his nose, Kirishima nuzzles against the other man savouring his warmth before pulling back. 'Of course you did.' Unravelling Bakugo from his body, he lets his hand slide from neck, to shoulder, to elbow, until eventually, he takes him by the hand. A breath of relief rises in his throat when Bakugo's fingers entwine with his own and he's allowed to kick the door shut and lead him away, towards the kitchen and the cups of tea steadily cooling on the counter. He tries not to think about the callouses scratching his skin, shoves away the thought of those hands on his body, tangled in his hair.

'I -.'

'Sit.' Kirishima cuts him off before he can speak, shoving the cooling cup into his palms before pointing towards the back of the sofa. 'Now.' Bakugo doesn't even think about arguing. With the night drawing on, and the warmth of Kirishima's hand on his palm slowly fading he hasn't got the strength. He slinks off, rounding the front of the sofa before throwing himself back onto it with a soft thump.

A moment and a deep breath later, Kirishima joins him. He perches, despite being more than familiar with the apartment and shuffles awkwardly when Bakugo's knee touches his. 'You look like shit.'

Bakugo scowls.

'What?' Kirishima offers a small shrug, his eyes shining as he desperately tries to lighten the mood. 'You do.'

'You don't look much better...'

'I don't have eyebags.'

'The skin around my eyes is thin – it's the -.'

Kirishima steals the sentence from his mouth with a smile. 'the veins showing through, yeah. I know.'

Bakugo huffs. Licking his lips, he swallows down his hesitance before grabbing Kirishima by the back of his t-shirt and tugging him backwards. 'Stop sitting on the sofa like you've never been invited in before.'

'Fuck – watch out.' Kirishima slips back, almost splashing his tea down his front before he settles again. It's almost impossible to be unaware of Bakugo's arm still propped up along the back of the sofa, of his palm inches from the back of his neck almost touching his skin. The realisation makes his skin itch, makes him want to lean further back to feel Bakugo's warmth, but he doesn't. 'You want to talk about it?'

'About what?' Bakugo grunts.

'About today – outside the cafe, you leaving...'

Bakugo lifts his arm from the back of the sofa, letting it fall back to his side. His jaw is clenched so tightly that he can feel his teeth shake, but without the tension in his mouth he knows he'll fall apart again. There's no point in hiding, he supposes. 'I went to see her.'

Kirishima freezes up. His shoulders tense around his ears. 'Oh.'

Bakugo's voice warbles when he speaks. 'Sero saw us out -. He saw us outside of the cafe. That's why he left... He went to go tell her.'

'How... How did she react?' Shifting uncomfortably on the sofa, Kirishima shifts further away. The tea is scolding in his palm, but the pain centres him, stops him from standing up and screaming. He can still taste Bakugo on his tongue, but with every sip of tea it slips away. Part of him is thankful for that.

Bakugo laughs. A short burst of a noise rocks through his throat, making Kirishima jump. 'She fucked him.'

'What?'

'I put my hand in...' He lifts his hand, recalling the sickening wetness on his fingers, but it's the blossoming purple that pulls his mind back from the brink of free fall. 'Fuck – I hit him. I actually fucking...'

'Hey, hey...' Kirishima abandons his cup on the coffee table in favour of scooting closer to Bakugo. He pauses for a second, hand hovering over the quaking mass of his shoulder before gently, setting his hand down. With a squeeze, he steadies him. 'You actually hit Sero.'

Nodding, Bakugo sets his own cup down and presents his hand. It's hard to ignore now. The skin on his knuckles is red and swollen, small grazes littering thick skin on top of the bone making them stand out stark against the tanned plain of his hand. 'Yeah. Pretty hard.'

Eye's raking over the injury, Kirishima swallows. 'You got a first aid kit?'

'I'm fine – it's -.'

'Where is it?'

'Under the sink.'

Pushing himself up from the sofa, he slips easily back into the kitchen and dips to rummage under the sink. He returns, first aid kit in hand and sinks to his knees in front of Bakugo. 'Hand.'

Bakugo's breath catches in his throat. The sight of Kirishima kneeling and nestled between is thighs makes something stir inside of him, something that threatens to make him forget the Hell inside his skull. 'Honestly, It's -.'

‘Hand.' It's an order the second time it graces Kirishima's lips. He pops open the kit, removing a small packet of anti-septic wipes before holding out his hand, waiting for Bakugo's.

Bakugo gives in. He presents his hand, letting it drop palm against palm into Kirishima's. It only stings a little when he brushes the wipes across the cuts, what hurts more is the look in Kirishima's eye as he works. It feel like being on a see-saw. There's a violence to the storm swirling in his chest that knocks him from heart-broken to smitten within a second and back again, but just as quick as he finds himself floating, the weight is taken straight from under him again. Just a few hours ago he'd been high on your voice, with your waist in his hands and anger on his tongue, but now... Now, his heart stutters when Kirishima's fingers grace his. 'I'm sorry.'

'For what?' Kirishima doesn't look up. He doesn't think he can.

'Everything...' Bakugo swallows his hesitance. 'I'm fucking everything up.'

Kirishima licks his lips. 'You don't know what you want.' Dropping the wipe, he reaches into the kit and removes a cream. Uncapping it, he smears it across Bakugo's skin. 'You don't know who you want. You love her, but you kissed me...' Shuffling back to his feet, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. 'But, until you figure out what that is... I don't think -'

Bakugo's heart hammers in his chest. With each step Kirishima takes away from him his throat tightens, panic rising in his throat as the idea being left alone in the emptiness of his apartment with this weight in his stomach infests him. It hurts to think, to try and sort through the mess of the last few weeks, but with Kirishima there, he thinks he might just be able to try. Stumbling to his feet, he crosses the room, reaching for Kirishima's wrist and catching him before he can stray too close to the door. 'Stay...' He croaks, pulling the other man towards him. Swallowing, he links their fingers. 'I - I don't know what the fuck is going on in my head, but I know I want you to stay.'

Sun shatters Bakugo's slumber. Thin streaks of light slip through the blinds, scattering bright slashes of pale yellow onto plain sheets helping him ease into wakefulness. With tired muscles, he moves to stretch out the aches of a restless sleep only to find that they’re not there. Instead, when he twists hoping to pop the stretch of his spine, his chest soar. Kirishima is asleep beside him. His red hair spills out onto the pillow, still slightly damp from the break-of-dawn shower he’d taken before finally clambering into bed. The plush of his bottom lip is rosy in the cool morning, bright and glowing with the faint redness of a nervous tick that has peeled the skin. Bakugo’s breath catches in his throat. There’s an unsuspecting beauty to him like this, something that begs him to reach out and press his mouth to the soft thrum of his pulse. He wonders if he’d taste different in the morning, with un-brushed teeth and the gentle musk of a night’s sleep in someone else’s bed… Of a night spent in his bed. He swallows. Would he smell like him?

Shit.

Rolling onto his back, careful to avoid waking his bed-companion, several things make themselves known to him at once.

One: He's is hard.

Two: It’s the kind of morning wood that demands to be taken care of. The kind that won’t be defeated with a cold-shower and a stern talking to.

Three: Sneaking off to the bathroom to take care of it is out of the question, because now, Kirishima is awake and he’s staring at it.

Red eyes blink slow, pupils expanding in real time as a steady blush creeps onto tanned cheeks. His lips fall ajar in invitation or prayer as his eyebrows arc, pulling at his skin until shock and his own arousal blend cleanly into his features. Bakugo groans. Squeezing his eyes shut, he forces his head back into his pillow and tries to steady the hammering in his chest.

‘Ah - Haha. G - Good morning, bro.’ Kirishima muddles his way through the sentence even with words sticking behind his teeth.

‘Don’t do that.’ Bakugo doesn’t open his eyes.

‘Don’t do W - what, bro?’

‘Call me bro while you’re staring at my dick.’

Kirishima squeaks. ‘I’m not. I - I haven’t… I didn’t mean too. I just -.’ Shuffling, the bed dips as he prepares the flee, but his knees are barely sustaining his weight before a hand wraps around his wrist and tugs him back down to the mattress. He lands with a soft chuff.

‘Stop acting like you’ve never seen a cock before. Got your own, haven’t ya?’ Bakugo doesn’t let go until he knows Kirishima will stay out of his own volition and even then, he unwraps his hand slowly, brushing his thumb across the back of his skin in an awkward crescent moon before releasing him.

‘Yeah, but…’ Leaning back on his hands, Kirishima flushes.

‘But what?’

‘But that’s… That’s your… your - y’know.’

Cracking open an eye, Bakugo peaks at the man perching on his bed. Despite being well over 6 feet tall, Kirishima has managed to make himself look small. His shoulders have hunched, his chest almost concave with the curve of his spine as he tries to fold in on himself. It’s cute, in a way, that Bakugo’s able to fluster him so completely that he physically shines, despite trying to hide it. ‘My cock? You’re blushing because it’s my cock?’

‘Stop.’ Kirishima shivers. ‘Stop saying it like that.’

‘What?’ Almost fully awake now, Bakugo feels a grin creep onto his face as he sits up on an elbow. ‘My cock… You don’t want me to say my cock, is that it? What’s wrong with me saying my cock?’

Kirishima groans. His face is hidden by his hands now, fingers splayed only enough to peak between them and glare at Bakugo. ‘Stop.’

'Don't think I will.'

'Please...'

'Nah, s'more fun to wind you up...' Bakugo licks his teeth. 'Never seen you blush like a school girl before, and to think all I had to do was talk about my dick -.'

'Bakugo!' Kirishima squirms again, reluctantly taking his hands from his face. 'If you don't shut up right now, I'll -.'

'What'cha gonna do, Kirishima?'

Something burns hot and steady in Kirishima's stomach. It makes sense now he's thinking about it, that Bakugo's stupid fucking mouth would probably be his undoing... 'I'll fuckin' make you that's what.'

With his heart beating in his ears, Bakugo feels the swell of excitement trickle into his veins. It feels dangerous, this, like flirting with his downfall and yet, he can't find it in him to stop. Instead, he licks at his teeth and grins, silently hoping for an outcome he's not sure he's even ready for. 'And how you going to do that?'

Kirishima bites his lip. The air in the room feels stale and electrified all at once as his muscles  unlock allowing him to move and then, he's kissing him.

A gasp slips from Bakugo's throat when firm lips are pressed to his, but he sinks into it all too easily. A moan bubbles in his chest when a palm wraps the back of his neck and he scrambles, hands tangling into the front of Kirishima's t-shirt to steady himself. Nipping at Kirishima's bottom lip, he tugs, desperate to taste more.

The sudden pull off-balances Kirishima, sending him forward onto his hand and trapping Bakugo beneath him. His body curls in an attempt not to crush him, but its not enough to stop their foreheads banging together. 'Oh, shit. I'm sor -.'

Bakugo's hands untangle from Kirishima's shirt, only to skate up the plain of his neck and curl behind his head. 'Shut up. Just... Just kiss me...' It leaves his tongue on a whisper that tangles with Kirishima's breath as it fans across his cheeks.

'Yeah?'

'Fuckin' now, dammit.'

A laugh is on Kirishima's lips as he sinks down to kiss him again. He feeds it to Bakugo, licks into his mouth and steals a stuttered gasp before reeling back again. The hard bar of Bakugo's cock presses up into his stomach, twitching as he grinds down experimentally, giving it sanctuary in the crease of his thigh.

'Can...' Kirishima kisses him, misses his mouth by a millimetre and causes Bakugo to chase him. 'Can I...' The next kiss, he places on his jaw. Then his neck, the turn of his shoulder. 'Can I touch you?'

Bakugo can feel it. Kirishima's cock is hard and pulsing, pressing slightly to the left of his own as if he's trying to keep them apart. He doesn't like that. Desire burns in his veins making it hard to think as a trail of wet kisses find themselves pressed to his skin. He wants it, he thinks, to be touched – to be consumed by Kirishima in any way he's willing to have him. 'Please...'

Reeling back, Kirishima blinks. Now, that, that he hadn't expected. 'P – please?'

'Please.' Bakugo repeats allowing his voice to taper into a whine. He's sure if he doesn't get something, anything, to quell the burning inside of him soon he'll combust. Bucking, he tries his hardest to align their cocks, rubbing desperately into the air.

A moan is kicked from both of their lungs as even the slightest friction sends violent shivers through their spines.

'I'm gonna... Fuck, I'm gonna touch you, okay?' Licking his lips, Kirishima keeps his head above the duvet only long enough to receive a shaky nod from Bakugo before he's scampering beneath it and making his way down his body. His kisses make a path, walk the long road between Bakugo's pecs and down his stomach before lingering at the edge of his boxers.

'Ei – Eijirou...' Bakugo pants when he feels a finger slip under the elastic of his underwear, a hiss following soon after as he feels the material being pulled from him, allowing his cock to spring free. He's soaked, he's sure of it – can feel the soft stickiness of pre-cum on the lowest set of his abs where his cock had kissed them, but he's not given any time to brood on the sensation before Kirishima takes him in his mouth.

The corners of his mouth ache as he stretches his jaw and sticks out his tongue, cradling the head of Bakugo's cock as it slips past his lips. A salty-bitterness slips down his throat, encouraging a moan from his chest as he swallows down more and more.

'Shit – H-Holy fuck.' With his shoulders tensing, Bakugo's spine curves forcing him to press down into the mattress. He clenches the muscle in his thighs, trying desperately not to buck into the warm cavern wrapping around his cock and reaches out, blindly swatting at the air until his fingers can gain purchase on the soft, red locks of Kirishima's hair.

The feel of Bakugo scratching at his scalp makes Kirishima's cock jump and drool against the mattress. It's an awkward position, being curled with his hips lifted, but it's necessary. He's not sure how long he'd be able to last if he was left to freely grind against the mattress. Hollowing out his tongue, he comes off Bakugo's cock slowly, tracing the vein's as he goes, but as soon as lips pop free of his tip there's the faint pressure of a palm on the back of his head pushing him back down.

'M – More?' Cracking open an eye, Bakugo chances a look between his legs. Kirishima already looks ruined. His eyes have blown out, black pupils banishing red to the edges of his iris' as he looks up beneath his fringe. His lips, already swollen, are now coated with the thin sheen of spit and pre-cum that he licks quickly with his tongue. A growl vibrates through Bakugo's chest.

'Yeah?' Kirishima licks a long strip up Bakugo's cock earning himself a hiss.

Nodding, Bakugo tightens his fist pulling at Kirishima's scalp and grins when the other man moans. The discovery makes his chest swell, his brain whirring frantically as he wonders just what else he could learn about his best-friend – what he's been missing out on for all these years. He reaches out, gripping the other man's chin with his spare hand and gently encourages him to drop his jaw with a firm thumb.

Mouth dropping open on impulse, Kirishima finds all of his air caught in his throat when Bakugo slips his thumb onto his tongue and presses down. Closing his lips, he sucks, making sure to look Bakugo in the eye while he does.

'Shit, Red. Just fucking look at you...' He curls his fingers under his chin, feeling out the tension in his jaw. 'Makes me wanna ruin you.' Teeth dig into his thumb.

'You like that? Want me to ruin you, huh, baby?'

A unfettered mewl spills out around Bakugo's thumb as Kirishima's eyes flutter. The low timbre of Bakugo's voice makes something feral and desperate wriggle in his stomach as he whines and tries to keep his hips elevated.

'Come here.'

Kirishima doesn't need telling twice. Released from Bakugo's grip he crawls back up his body and brackets his hips with his thighs. He can feel it, the hard bar of Bakugo's cock pressing up against the crease of his ass. It sends shocks of excitement up through his legs and tightens his stomach, his own cock tenting his boxers and soaking the material a dark red. 'I -.'

'Kiss me, Red..' Wrapping a hand around the back of Kirishima's neck, Bakugo sinks into the warmth of the man over him. Their lips touch tentatively, but there's an unbridled heat behind their movements. One that builds, quickly until its careening out of control. Letting his hands slip from Kirishima's neck, Bakugo finds himself tracing the thick muscle of the other man's back. His shoulders are firm and yet, there's a discernible squish to the skin, a subtle give as ripples of tension spread across his body and disperse when Bakugo kneads at the flesh. Sinking lower, he follows the shivers of Kirishima's back until he reaches the divot of his spine. The elastic of his boxers is an insurmountable boundary, a crossing that there's no way back from and yet, when his hands journey beneath them, he does so with no questions lingering in his mind.

'Fuck... Katsuki – Katsuki, I -.' Kirishima pants into Bakugo's mouth, his stomach twisting as a handful of his ass is squeezed and pulled downwards forcing him to grind against hard pelvis and cock. 'I need... Need more -.'

'Yeah?'

Now, it's his turn to beg. A whine breaks free of his throat and slips straight past Bakugo's lips. 'Please.'

'I -.' Bakugo chokes. A sudden rush of anxiety mixes with the lust bubbling in his stomach and makes him swallow. His thumbs trace half-moods into the plush fat of Kirishima's ass. 'I've never... Don't – I don't know....' His cheeks are burning, he can feel it. From the tips of his ears to the point of his nose is aflame as soft embarrassment glows on his features.

'Can I teach you?' Kirishima's voice is gentle as he leans down to bump their noses. 'Let me show you how to make me feel good?'

Bakugo nods. 'Yeah. Fuck, yeah.'

Shuffling from his lap, Kirishima tosses aside the duvet. The edge of it catches the lamp on the bed-side table, sending the thing clattering to the floor along with a glass of water, Bakugo's phone and Kirishima's bracelets. 'I – shit.'

Wincing, he moves to scramble to his feet, but is stopped as Bakugo sits up and against bumps his chest.

'Leave it...' Curling forward, Bakugo wraps his arms around Kirishima's shoulders.

Kirishima shifts, the faint glow of Bakugo's phone drawing his eye. 'But -.'

'Leave it.' Bakugo scrapes his teeth across Kirishima's collarbone, a wet kiss following just after as he works his way slowly up his neck.

Dragging his eyes from Bakugo's phone, Kirishima's is afforded a singular protesting squeak before Bakugo takes matters into his own hands. A pair of large hands wrap his hips and twist, flinging him back down on the mattress.

'Katsuki...' He squeaks, a giggle wriggling up his throat as the phone is long forgotten in favour of pressing another kiss to Bakugo's lips.

A new heat bubbles in Bakugo's chest as he hovers above Kirishima, his arms bracketing his head. 'So...' He presses a kiss to his jaw, following the blooming trail of blush that spreads down the other man's chest. 'You gonna teach me how you like it, ha?'

It's a fight to resist the urge to cover his face, but he manages it. Nodding, Kirishima swallows the spit pooling in his mouth. 'Can I...' Embarrassment curls his toes.

'Yeah? Tell me what you want, baby... C'mon.'

'Want your mouth...'

A grin takes Bakugo's lip, exposing pointed incisors. Lifting a hand, he trails it down Kirishima's torso, thumbing at a brown, pebbled nipple. 'Here?' He cocks an eyebrow.

Kirishima gasps, but shakes his head.

'No?' Sinking lower, Bakugo's palm drags across Kirishima's stomach until his fingers touch thick, black pubic hair. A shiver rocks up through Kirishima's thighs when he finally takes hold of the base of his cock and squeezes – just so. 'Here?'

A mewl leaves Kirishima's lips. The tension of Bakugo's hand makes his stomach simmer and his pulse sink deeper as his cock twitches pathetically, oozing sticky pre-cum all over Bakugo's fingers. Swallowing hard, Kirishima shakes his head.

Something hungry glitters in Bakugo's eyes as he watches a blush bloom on Kirishima's cheeks. The man squirms beneath him, wriggling somehow closer and further away as Bakugo releases his grip on his cock. Cupping his balls, he rolls them against his palm until a whine breaks through the air and then, he's pressing the pad of an index finger to Kirishima's rim. He grins. 'Here?'

Kirishima nods, a gasp on his lips.

Settling down, shoulders rippling as he makes himself a home between Kirishima's thighs Bakugo doesn't even attempt to resist the urge to lick a thick stripe up the underside of his cock. He revels in the shudder it earns him, in the way he can feel the shake in the thigh muscle under his hands. There's a nervousness squirming in his chest, but it's outmatched by the desire that has burned like fire in his blood for the past few weeks. He needs to touch, to taste...

The first lick makes Kirishima screw his eyes shut. It's teasing, a barely there press of wet flesh on his hole that seems more experimental than anything else, but as soon as Bakugo finds his rhythm he's a goner. Cracking open an eye, he makes the mistake of glancing between his legs. Bakugo's eyes shine as they bore into his. The lower half of his face is shielded, but he doesn't need to see his mouth to know that he's smirking. He can feel it as he laves sin against him making his cock dribble more pre-cum onto his stomach. 'Katsuki... I -.'

'Mmm?' Humming against him, Bakugo revels in Kirishima's taste. It isn't the first time he's eaten ass, but there's something about how Kirishima squirms, about the breathy moans that drift form his mouth unconsciously that has him insatiable.

'You need to – need to prep me...'

'Yeah? You don't want me to make you cum like this?' Bakugo prods his hole with his tongue, unfurling the muscle inside of him.

Moaning, Kirishima has to chew at his lip to stop from crying out. 'No, no... Want. Want you to fuck me, Katsuki. Want -.'

'Say again, baby?'

Curling himself, Kirishima looks Bakugo dead in the eye when he begs. 'Fuck me. Please... I need you – need -.'

Sitting up, Bakugo licks spit from his lips before pressing a thick finger to Kirishima's entrance.

'Lube... Need -.'

'Shit. Okay.' Rocked momentarily from his haze, Bakugo scrambles from the bed to dig around in the bed-side table. He tosses aside a pair of leather cuffs and a small bundle of rope, clatters through a collection of vibrators that make

Kirishima squeak and then, he's scrambling back onto the bed already squeezing a healthy helping of lube onto his fingers. 'You gotta tell me if I'm too rough, yeah?'

Back bowing, Kirishima all, but forces Bakugo to press into him. The first stretch has the air jamming in his lungs and a stuttering moan leaping from his throat.

'Too much?' Bakugo's eyebrows knit together. One of his hands cups Kirishima's ass, kneading the soft flesh there to stop the shake in his fingers.

Kirishima shakes his head, rolling his hips. 'More.'

Bakugo is only too keen to oblige. Sliding in a second finger, he takes his time stretching Kirishima until he's writhing, his hands reaching out and pulling at Bakugo as he pleads for more, still.

'Please, please, please...'

'Sound so pretty when you beg for me, baby... Who would of thought, ha?'

Clenching his jaw tight, Kirishima growls weakly. 'I'll sound so much better when you get your cock in me, fuck.'  

A laugh bounces around Bakugo's chest, filling him with a burnt joy as he finally relents. Pulling back, he slides his hands down Kirishima's thighs before giving himself a single pass with his fist. His cock is hot and heavy in his palm, swollen from neglect and dripping white onto the sheets below. 'Ready?'

Kirishima's chest flutters. He's been ready for this for as long as he's known Bakugo, but the gravity of the moment isn't lost. Licking his lips, he nods tangling his hands in the bedsheets.

Shuffling close, Bakugo presses his tip to Kirishima's rim. He gives the other man one final look over, feeling lust and something more collide in his stomach and then, he presses in. 'Fuck... T – tight. You're so fuckin' tight.' Immediately, Bakugo's eyes threaten to roll back in his skull. Every single nerve in his body comes alive, sings as he feels Kirishima clamping down around him.

'Kat – Katsuki, Ah -.' Kirishima flushes red. His body accommodates Bakugo's like it belongs there, giving and taking in all of the right places as they come together: finally. It makes him whimper, makes his eyes mist and his stomach feel tight, but before he can drop from the precipice into panic, Bakugo is there, cooing at him and wiping barely shed tears from his cheeks.

'Does it hurt?' Curling over him, Bakugo takes Kirishima's cheeks in hand.

Kirishima hiccups. 'Feels good.'

'You promise?'

'Promise.'

The first thrust almost takes Kirishima's breath away. Bakugo's cock grinds directly over his prostate and with Bakugo's eyes looking directly into his, he's sure he'll come undone in mere moments. It's intense, bringing his skin to prickle as Bakugo's forehead comes to rest against his forcing him to see the pleasure as it rolls easily across his features. 'Katsuki... Katsuki, kiss me.'

Bakugo doesn't need asking twice. He connects their lips softy, letting Kirishima lead as he rolls his hips slowly against him. He can feel each twitch of Kirishima's cock between their stomachs, the tension wrapping his cock making it hard to focus as a tongue slips between his lips and a moan is fed to his mouth. There's something building in his stomach, something warm and fierce and uncontrollable, but he's not sure if it's the approach of his impending orgasm or something else.

'Katsuki...'

He can barely hear it. Kirishima's voice reaches and reaches, but it never quite catches him.

'Katsuki...'

Swallowing hard, he tries to block out the buzzing – ignoring everything that isn't here, that isn't Kirishima.

'Kat – Bakugo.'

Snapping open his eyes, Bakugo really wishes it was Kirishima's face, screwed up and worried that had caught his attention first, but it's not. Instead, his peripheral finds his phone. It's turned up on the floor and glowing soft. Maybe it would have been different if he wasn't able to make out your name.

'Bakugo. Are – are you okay?' Kirishima can feel it, the unmistakable softening inside of him before Bakugo pulls out and sits back on his haunches.

Bakugo huffs. 'Fuck.' There's tears in his eyes as his chest threatens to shatter. It's like barbed wire has been wrapped around his torso, squeezing, cutting deep with each breath. How had he been able to forget? It makes him feel sick. Swiping a hand through his hair, he forces himself to look at Kirishima. The pain only gets worse then. 'I – Fuck. I can't. I'm sorry – I... Fucking Hell, I'm so fucking sorry, Eiji.'

Kirishima scrambles to him. His hands hover in the air, unsure if touching him now would be a help or a hindrance... 'No... No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have -

'S'not your fault.'

'But I -.'

Bakugo shakes his head. 'It's not just your fault.'

'Is...' Kirishima hands shake in his lap. His cock has started to flag, his knees pressing together as he mourns the loss of Bakugo's cock inside of him. The fall from grace is never an easy one, but he should have at least expected this. It was all too soon, too much. He'd know that and yet, the allure of Bakugo's touch had him drunk, throwing away his intuition in favour of stealing the kisses he'd yearned for for years. There's a hole in his stomach, one that he's more than familiar with as he watches Bakugo fall apart centimetres from him. He's powerless, lost to the guilt that infests his chest. All he wants to do is touch, to reach out and make him feel better, to press his fingers into the spaces between his ribs and hold him, but he's not sure he's allowed to do that. He's not sure he'll ever be allowed to do that again. The thought makes him sick.

For a moment, Bakugo just stares. His skin prickles, stomach bubbling as he tries to stem the bleed in his chest that makes him want to disappear The phone on the floor stopped glowing almost a minute ago, but he still can't find it in him to tear his eyes from it. Instead, he's frozen, breath hitched as he debates clambering off the bed to reach for it. 'Ei – I -.'

'Can I hug you?'

Kirishima's voice rocks him steady from free fall. He doesn't know why he nods, why he let's Kirishima gently pull him back to the mattress and lay his head on his chest. Their breathing syncs, each struggling lift of Bakugo's lungs causing Kirishima to haul air in through his nose. There's no tangling of limbs this time, no entwining fingers or legs to drag them closer to each other; just the simple embrace of two people, lost, seeking comfort in the only way they can.

Licking his teeth, Bakugo lets his head sink into the pillow. His finger itch, desperate to slink off the bed and click on the missed call he knows is waiting for him, but the fear of your voice, of the words that could shatter him again keep him rooted.

'Can I ask you a question?'

Kirishima's voice is quiet, dying in his throat. Bakugo hates that he's the reason for it. He grunts. 'Sure.'

'...What do you do if you know something is wrong, but you want to do it anyway?' From where his ear is pressed to Bakugo's skin, Kirishima can hear the stutter of his heart.

'I don't think I'm the best person to be asking that.'

'Humour me.'

Bakugo sighs, feeling his words tug at his heart. '… According to my current track record, you do it anyway.'

Kirishima swallows. 'Okay.' Summoning the little strength remaining in his heart, he lifts himself onto an elbow. Craning over Bakugo, he lets his eyes flit from crimson iris' to plush lips before finally, finally leaning down. It's the softest kiss they've shared yet, a barely-there touch of lips as Kirishima lets himself sink, imprinting the memory so deeply into his grey matter that he hopes it'll be the last thing he ever forgets. Pulling back, he doesn't even wait for Bakugo's eyes to flicker back open before moving away. He whispers: 'We'll be okay, won't we?'

Bakugo chokes. He wants to say 'yes', to smooth his hands through Kirishima's hair and tell him it'll all be alright, but they've crossed so many lines in the past few weeks that it's hard to know where they stand. Licking his lips, Bakugo brushes his knuckles over Kirishima's cheek. The thought of losing his best-friend makes him run cold. 'We'll figure it out.' He lands on. 'We always do, ha?'

'Yeah...' Shuffling back to his knees, Kirishima resists the urge to rest his hand on the weight in his stomach. 'I just – I can't... I can't lose you and I've, I've fucked it all up because – because...'

'You're not.' Bakugo sits up to meet him, gingerly twisting their fingers. 'Listen, we're all just – it's fucked, but... We all just need time.'

'Time.' Kirishima parrots.

'Time to sort my head out, to – to -.' Time to choose, he thinks. The thought almost makes him sick.

Nodding, Kirishima wipes at his cheeks and chuffs out a laugh. 'At least now I know why all those girls in college where always dying to get into your pants.'

Bakugo squeezes his hand and shrugs as relief floods his chest. 'What can I say? I know what I'm working with.'

'Eh, you could be better with your mouth.'

A flush breaks out on Bakugo's chest. 'Same mouth you almost came from, ya'mean?'

Biting his lip, Kirishima giggles. 'Maybe I was just stroking your ego?'

'That's it.' Bakugo steams. 'That's the last time I'm ever going down on you...'

'What makes you think I'd let you do it again?'

Shaking his head, Bakugo growls before flicking Kirishima square in the forehead. 'You're fuckin' lucky that I -.' The words jam in his throat.

'Yeah...' Kirishima smiles. He can taste the end of Bakugo's sentence on his tongue. Slipping his hand from under Bakugo's, he collects his limbs and shuffles towards the edge of the bed. 'I - I think it's time for me to go...'

There's no arguing. Bakugo just nods and pushes himself up from the mattress. They dress in the aching silence of the room while still stealing glances behind the others back. The phone in his pocket feels like a dead weight, his hands shaking as he fiddles with the drawstring of his joggers. He wants to call you, wants to hear your voice come down the line and crackle in his ears, but then Kirishima turns around and flashes him that weak, broken smile and it's as if the resolve in his heart crumbles in his chest again.

Kirishima doesn't miss the way Bakugo toys with the phone in his pocket.

'I'll see you out.' Indecision coils low in Bakugo's gut and makes him itch, even as he lays a hand on the small of Kirishima's back to guide him from the bedroom. The warmth of the other man's skin grants him solace, provides something a little solid as he feels his world slip between his fingers once more.

Still, it isn't until he's standing at his door with Kirishima about to cross the threshold that he feels his chest grow tight again. He swallows, turns the phone over in his pocket, lets his hand slip from Kirishima's side. 'I – I think I'm going to try again.'

For a second Kirishima's heart flickers to life, but the flame burns out just as quickly.

'I owe her that much, Ei. I – I fucking love her and... If, if she wants to, I -.'

Kirishima nods even though he feels like screaming.

'I – fuck -.' Bakugo scrubs tears from his eyes. 'I'm not saying that I don't – I... Listen,' Stepping forward he takes Kirishima's cheeks in hand and forces him to look. 'You. You started something... and – If, fucking Hell, if things where different there'd be no way in Hell I'd be letting you go, but, but I -.'

Kirishima covers Bakugo's hands with his own. They're both crying, crimson eyes filled to the brim with soaking embers that reflect such a myriad of emotions that it's hard to pin-point the strongest. 'You love her. I know.'

'I'm so fucking sorry.'

'I know.'

'I really fucking wish things where different.'

'I know.' Kirishima tilts until his forehead touches Bakugo's. His breath is warm on his cheeks, his lips warmer as he gives in, one final time. The kiss is long, longer that it should be, but he savours every moment. Salt hits his lips, his tongue, a mixture of the sadness drying on both of their cheeks. He doesn't know where he finds the strength, but it's him that steps away first.

Retreating back to the door, Bakugo clings to it as if he might fall. The plea 'stay' threatens to dance off his tongue, making his jaw drop as he licks his lips, tasting the maybe-one-day-love of the man in his doorway. He wants to kiss him again, to remember what it's like, so he doesn't forget, but -.

Kirishima shakes his head. 'I'll see you next week – or something, yeah?'

'Yeah.'

'Well, I should -.' Kirishima hooks a thumb over his shoulder. 'Y'know.'

'Y - Yeah.'

It takes everything inside of Kirishima to turn around and walk away, to not rush back and steal one more kiss, but he does it. He does it for both of their sakes.

Sero doesn't bite back the smile that rises to his lips when he opens his door to see you. The weight that had settled in his stomach lifts, his heart beating against his ribs until his chest feels light again. He'd resigned himself to purgatory, content to bask in the unknown with only the memory of your kiss to see him through. The last thing he'd expected was you on his doorstep, not that he's complaining of course – he's never been so delighted to be surprised before. Leaning against the door frame, one arm supporting his weight above his head, he kicks out his left leg and crosses it over his right at the ankle. 'Hi.'

Honestly, you're not quite sure what you're doing here. There's been an underlying restlessness growing inside of you all morning, one that has resisted all of your attempts to calm it. Which was probably why, against your better judgement, you'd sought out the only thing that had granted you any solace over the past few weeks. You chew at the inside of your cheek. There's a shimmering purpleness along the line of his jaw that makes your stomach turn, but if the sore skin is giving him any trouble, he doesn't show it.  It makes you want to kiss it better. 'Can I come in?'

'Yeah.' Sero steps aside. 'Yeah. Of course.' There's an itch under his skin as he closes the door and jerks his head down the hallway, easily slipping in front of you to lead the way.

Traipsing after him, you pause by the open door of his bedroom for just long enough to glance inside. It's surprisingly tidy, with a large open window and dark brown bedsheets that are turned down at the corner, exposing a patterned under-sheet. A faint sorrow slips down your throat as you wonder if he sleeps on firm or soft, if he wakes to splitting sun or a blind-drawn haze, but whatever dejection that had been crawling through your lungs is quickly drown by shock as your eyes fall to his bed-side table. Atop pale wicker, beside a tall reading lamp is small clump of black cotton. You don't need a closer look to recognise the article, but your breath stops short as the implication of a near-by bottle of lube dawns on you. A heat swallows you whole, threatens your already trembling knees, until...

'You want tea?' Sero pokes his head out from a room further along the hall and rocks up his eyebrows.

A squeak escapes you as your head snaps in his direction. 'Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure.'

If Sero notices your fluster, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he flashes a crooked grin and disappears back around the door.

You steal one last glance at his bedside table, before the molten lava flowing in your stomach forces you to move. It blends awkwardly with the anxiety flowing in your veins, making your mouth dry and your fingers tremble.

Sero's waiting for you in the kitchenette when you slip into the living room. He's leaning on the breakfast bar that separates the room clean in two, a spoon caught between finger and thumb as he lazily stirs a cup of tea. His eyes flicker up, then back down again. 'Not that I'm not stupid happy to see you, but... You said you where gonna call.'

'I -.' Your tongue swells in your mouth as you think of the seven unanswered phone calls sitting in your call log. You had called, after all, you just hadn't called him. Guilt bubbles inside of you and rubs against the rawness of your aching heart. 'I'm sorry.'

Plucking the cups from the breakfast bar, Sero slips around it's edge and places them onto the wooden coffee table to free up his hands before placing them on your cheeks. 'No, no, no... None of that, yeah?' His thumbs dig into the corners of your eyes and smooth firm semi-circles into the skin underneath. 'You've got nothin' to be sorry for, baby doll. Nothin' at all, yeah?'

You nod even though you don't believe it. Still, you let him lead you, let him take your hand and sit you down on the edge of the sofa where he places a warm cup into your palms. 'I -.'

'Drink. Then talk.'

Doing as your told, you sip at your tea and let the heat loosen your voice. 'Katsuki, he –'

Swallowing down, Sero schools his features into stoicism, despite the butterflies in his stomach. He balks on his words. 'You guys back together?'

You shake your head. 'I said – said I'd call him to talk things through and... And , fuck.'

'Oh.' Sero does a bad job of masking the drop of his features, even as he attempts to hide it behind his own cup. He licks his lips, savouring the florals in the Earl Grey soothing his throat. 'And?'

'He didn't... He's not answering...' You wring your hands in your lap. 'And the more I call, the more I feel like I shouldn't be, because if he's not answering then -.'

'Okay, let's take a deep breath, yeah?' Slipping the cup from your shaking hands, he pops it back on the table before twisting his fingers with yours. He locks eyes with you, smiling soft, then slowly hauls in a steady breath through his nose.

You follow. The first breath feels like acid. Your lungs feel too full, your chest swollen and fit to burst, but just before you're sure you're about to pop Sero is pursing his lips and letting his air go.

It takes a handful of breaths, each one carefully following Sero's lead before you feel steady enough to squeeze him.

'Feel better?'

You nod, letting your palms slip from his. It makes something swim inside of you, the ease at which Sero Hanta operates. It's as if he always knows, always has a plan and a warm smile, a hand to help you keep steady. Just like he had last night. You shiver. 'Thanks.'

'It's nothing.' He winks, collecting his own cup from the table after offering you yours. 'But, for what it's worth... He's probably not ignoring you.'

'Huh?' Swallowing a sip of tea, you have to sift through the warmth settling in your chest until you find the source of your panic. You drop your eyes from Sero's. 'Yeah.'

'Fuckers probably just on a run – or something.' He shrugs. There's a grain of truth to what he's saying, but there's something ugly and selfish in his stomach that prays for something different, something worse. He stamps it down, re-focusing on you.

You chuff. You don't think about what Bakugo could be doing, something tells you that ignorance is bliss and you listen before shaking your head, dislodging the thought in favour of thinking about the things you know, what you can see and feel right now. 'Yeah, I just... It's just a fucking mess.'

Chewing his cheek, Sero leans back against the sofa. He hums, the sound vibrating the back of his throat. 'You can say that again.'

You pinch him.

'Oi.' Flinching, he lets a grin split his lip as he arcs his eyebrows. ''m just telling you the truth.'

'I wish you wouldn't.'

'Well...' Sero shifts until his shoulder bumps against yours. 'You're always welcome to hide out here.' He gestures the room with an arm. 'It's liminal... Barley.'

If only all of this was as simple as a game of stuck-in-the-mud. 'Thanks.' Huffing out a laugh, you let yourself sink into the plush of his sofa and take your time admiring his apartment.

Sero's apartment looks exactly how you'd expect it to. There's a large yuka plant in a far corner, basking in the glow from the open balcony window. Beside it, swings a hammock and just within reach is a tall bookshelf, adored with tattered books, a twin creeping fig and small various whittled animal figurines. It's cosy. Nothing like your apartment, or Bakugo's for that matter.

'So...' Sero shifts on the sofa, bumping his hip against yours.

'So...' You parrot.

'I, am just now realising that you've never been here before...' He grins, his mouth crooked as he itches at his undercut. There's a faint blush on his cheeks. He can feel it. It creeps like ivy from his chest and up his neck, curling around the backs of his ears to slither over his cheek bones and ripen the tip of his nose.

His fluster makes your bite at your lip. There's something addictive about seeing him forced to wear his emotions on his sleeve and knowing that you're the reason for it brings out a sweetness on your tongue. It's almost pathetic how easy t is to fall back into him. 'You gonna offer to give me a tour?'

'I -.' Air jams in his throat as his blush deepens. He licks his lips and grins again, his eyes shining as he brings his gaze up to meet yours. 'I would, but – uh – my bedrooms a mess and -.'

'And you've been using my underwear to jack off since last night?' Blinking innocently over the rim of your cup, you swallow down the pleased smile that rises to your lips when he chokes.

'You saw that, huh?'

'Hard to miss...' Leaning a little heavier into his touch, you don't bother to ruminate on the reason's you find yourself falling back into him. It's easy, a soft slide back into his orbit that keeps the outside world at bay. No-one could blame you for taking it, the reprieve he offers out to you oh-so easily.

Sero clears his throat. For a moment he freezes, caught somewhere between wrong and right as he leans in closer worried that he's overstepping on already trodden ground. His heart thunders in his chest. It feels like he's been caught, like you're looking straight through him as you tilt your head and pout. 'Does that... Is that okay?'

You take another sip of tea to stop yourself from seeming too keen. The liquid is almost scolding, centring you as you try and control the bubbling inside of your stomach. His lips are shining slightly from where he's licked them and you lean forward, unconsciously pulled towards him as you remember what he had tasted like. The image of him, naked and curled over himself, hand wrapped tight around his cock as he breathed you in – your underwear a mask as he came, hot, white and sticky over his hand and stomach makes your cunt pulse. You wonder how many times he'd done it, what he'd been picturing while he did, if the smell of you alone had been enough to make him loose his composure. Swallowing hard, you slip your tea back onto the table and nod, breathless.

'Yeah... Yeah, it's okay.'

He sets his tea on the floor to be able to take your chin in hand. Calloused fingers curl under your jaw, bringing your eyes to his as he leans so close your breath fans his face. 'Yeah? S'okay I used your pretty lace to get off?'

'Yeah.' It's vicious the way you're lured back in, your pulse sinking lower and lower as you let yourself slip closer until knees are bumping knees. Here, right now, it's all to easy to forget about Bakugo, about the infidelity and the missed phone calls; about the possibility of his decision meaning the end of you.

Sero brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down gently. 'Do you like it? Knowing what I did...'

Nodding, you tighten your jaw to stop a moan from breaking from your lips, but before the muscle can even tense, Sero's there. His fingers dig into the bone, stopping you from sealing the noise away. Instead, you moan, shuffling on the sofa as you struggle to clamp your thighs together.

It's electric. This, whatever it is. He can feel you canting forward, see the way you wriggle, pressing down on the couch cushion for a little relief. Letting his eyes sink to your lips, he allows himself a lingering look at your body before dragging his gaze back. He makes sure you're hanging off his every word when he finally speaks again, his voice low, barely audible as if he's feeding you a filthy secret.  'You wanna know how many times I came?.. How long I spent fisting myself stupid with those pretty little things pressed to my face? How quick I came when I wrapped them around my cock -.'

'Hanta....' You whine as his words settle in your ears. Twisting, you try and stem the prickling of your skin, but it's pointless.

Using his free hand, he brushes his knuckles over your cheeks mumbling compliments under his breath as he makes no attempt of hiding the swell that presses to the thin cotton of his sweat-pants. 'Yeah, baby?'

It's the smile that does it. The one that's crooked in all the right places and causes the edges of his eyes to crinkle as he let's his emotions play out clearly on his face. Lust swims in his eyes, shimmering bright in the inkiness of his iris. 'C'mon...' He coos. 'Tell me what you want and I'll give you it –.' Swallowing, he lets his nose bump against yours. 'I'd give you everything.'

Lifting your head slightly, you brush your nose against his. 'Hanta – I ...'

'Good girl... I can make you feel good, okay... Make you -.'

A vice wraps itself around your lungs. 'I -.' It's as if his voice plays to you on stereo, the soft playfulness of Sero's tones mixing horribly with the rough of Bakugo's. Deja vu repeats on you as you scramble backwards, pressing yourself to the arm of the sofa. You bite at your lip, hoping the pain will provide a distraction from the melody of memories that plays out in your mind, but it doesn't.

'Baby...'

Sero's voice reaches out to you through the fog. His hands come next, they tap gentle against your shoulders, but as soon as he's able to press his palms to your biceps, you flinch. It's too much. The sudden rush of reality leaves you spinning and sensitive as the carefully crafted bubble of the apartment loses it's effect. Your phone feels heavy now, nestled in the bottom of your pocket, but even now you can't find it in you to check it. 'I'm -.'

'No, no – it's okay. I – fuck – I'm sorry.' Lifting his palms in surrender, he shuffles backwards on the sofa to create more distance. His throat burns, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggles to get a handle on the situation. He'd thought he'd been reading the room, but the thought that he had been pushing his intentions sours his mouth. 'I – I came on a bit strong there, I – fuck, I wasn't thinking.' He tries to chuckle, but the sound gets caught in his throat.

'It's not... It's not that, I -.' Your tongue feels heavy. So swept up in Sero's aura, in the space that had been slowly growing in your heart since he had left that night, you'd almost forgotten the reason you'd found yourself back in his presence at all. Knotting your fingers on your lap, you force yourself to pull back. '… I called him.'

Sero opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again just as quick. His fingers itch, his heart still beating, hammering against his chest in it's anxiety to be pressed back to yours. Part of him wants to reach out, to reel you back in slowly until both of you are left to bask in the limbo of each other, but he knows better. He nods, swallowing bile and disappointment. 'Yeah... Yeah.'

The air goes stale between you. A blanket of awkwardness covers the rooms, causing you both to shuffle to try to dispel the itch in your bones as you wait in the new silence. Licking your lips, you clear your throat, preparing to say something, anything, as you feel Sero slip through your fingers in real time. You can't lose him, can't let this feeling spread like mould, devouring everything that you where, that you could have been. 'So -.'

Shaking himself off, Sero stands before you can speak. He needs distance, or he might just do something stupid. Something zips down his spine as he watches panic rise in your eyes, but he pushes on, crossing the room to slump in his hammock and swing his legs over the side to face you. There's a heaviness in his voice when he speaks. 'I've fucked it, haven't I?'

You bite your lip, almost tearing the skin. 'I -.'

'Fuck.' Letting his head roll back on his shoulders, Sero sighs. 'I didn't mean to.' He pauses, flicks his tongue across his lip. 'Well – I did. I don't, fuck, I don't regret it, okay? But, I – I just wish it didn't -.'

Watching him unravel makes your stomach fizz. The acid licks at your insides, making it impossible to stay perched on the edge of the sofa. 'Hanta...'

The use of his given name cuts his rambling short. He pauses, eyes still trained on the ceiling as if revealing the expression you're wearing might be the end of him. Biting on his tongue, he prepares to look, steadies his beating heart for the worst, but before he can sit up and catch sight of you his hammock dips.

'Hanta.' Sinking into the hammock is strange. It's shape caves around you and moulds, sliding you effortlessly next to him. Your shoulder presses to him, joining you by arm, hip and thigh as you both slump into the middle of the material. This time, it's you who rids the room of it's cold air. 'Look at me... Please.'

He does, but only because your hand touches at his cheek, brushing at his skin. 'I don't regret it either...' It leaves your tongue on a whisper, but the instant up-tick of Sero's mouth steadies your stomach.

You're so close that not kissing you is a challenge, but he resists, if only just. Relaxing into the palm cupping his cheek, he tilts his head towards the warmth.

'Good.'

'Can...' His hip is bony where it pushes against yours forcing you to shift somehow closer. Your eyes search his only to get lost. 'Can we pretend that it's just us – nothing else... Just – just for a little bit?'  

Licking his lip, Sero nods. 'Liminal... Remember.' Falling back to his stride, he twists his shoulders and reaches out, giving you time to move away before he trails his fingers up your arm.

His touch is warm and singes your skin. It makes you want to stay forever. 'What -.' He swallows. 'What does that mean – exactly?'

There's air in the room, you're sure of it, but your lungs burn like you haven't taken a breath for hours. 'I don't – I don't understand...'

'If it's just us... Does... Does that mean I can kiss you?'

Part of you expects something inside of you to tense, to push back despite the simmering that is ever present under your skin whenever he's close. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you consider saying no, but that isn't what leaves your lips. 'Yeah -.'

He doesn't need telling twice. Letting his eyes linger on the plush bump of your lips, he closes the distance between you easily. The kiss is soft, a gentle meeting of your mouths that has your nails digging into the back of his scalp to try and pull him closer. He smirks against your lips.

The second you give in to each other, static erupts across your skin. 'Is... Is this okay?' Your breathless, aching as you manage to pull back for only a second.

'You're sure this is -.'

'Kiss me.' It's a plea. He can hear it in his voice, but he makes no attempt to hide it. He's hungry. Too hungry. After all this time, who would have thought he'd been starving.

'But – I...' You kiss him once, briefly, to satiate him. 'I don't want to mess you around -.'

Cutting you off before you can finish you sentence, he licks into your mouth trying to mask the bitterness that spreads on his tongue. He needs this. If nothing else, this, right now will have to do. 'If you're going to go back to him... Just – just give me this, yeah?'

A whine almost leaves your throat when he feeds you his desperation. There's a finality in the roughness of his question, a subtle give to the vowels that makes him impossible to deny. Nodding, you pull back only to press a hand to his chest and urge him down to the concave of the hammock and then, you're kissing him again. Your bodies slot together as you come down over him, blanketing his body with yours.

Spreading his legs a little, he slips a thigh between yours and let's his hands wonder. One takes up residence in the valley of your spine, pressing down and keeping your chest flush to his. The other roams. His knuckles graze your cheek bone, the bend of your shoulder and the joint of your elbow. 'Fuck...' Panting against your lips, he smooths a thumb under your jaw before angling your head and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

There's a fuzz in your head, a warmth that spreads, embracing your entire body until it leaves you tingling and squirming against him. Your hips grind down, rubbing stuttering rolls into his flesh. A lazy gasp trickles from your lips, only to be swallowed up by Sero who offers you a chuckle in response.

'Yeah?' He grins.

You mewl, whining when the hand on the small of your back pushes down and urges a new heaviness into your movements. Rolling your hips against his again you're met with the growing stiffness of his cock. It presses to your cunt, making you gasp and grind down harder, anxious to feel more of him. 'W – Want...' Wriggling, you try and slip you hand between your bodies, but before you can wrap a cautious hand around his cock, he's stopping you.

'Nah-ah-a.' He smiles into the next kiss. 'Like this...' Letting his grip loosen on your wrist, he lets his hand slide over your palm until he can entwine your fingers. Then, he's bucking up as best as he can with the hammock under him and forcing you to feel the thick bar of his cock. Having you over him like this is bad for his health, he's sure of it. His head spins, like he has vertigo and his heart flutters, flapping helplessly against his ribs. 'Just like this.'

Squeezing his hand, you nod before falling back into him. The pace you set is slow, hindered somewhat by the dip of the hammock as you catch hold of Sero's bottom lip and bite down gently. His hair has fallen from it's messy bun, leaving black strands to wisp across his forehead and curl at his cheeks. His lips are rosy, spit slick and red from your kiss and his eyes are wide, with something akin to bare adoration basking in them as he stares back. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, your lips migrate. You grace his cheek and the skin under his ear, trailing softly lower and lower until you reach the bold bruise at his jaw. 'Does it hurt?'

A dull hiss slips his teeth when you press your lips to the bruise. It makes the bone tingle where Bakugo's knuckles had been pushed against it, but the throb soon transforms into a bloom of pleasure as you kiss and lick at his neck. 'Nah.'

'I'm sorry.' You whisper it into his skin while stroking a thumb across the bruise and reeling back just enough to catch his eye.

He shakes his head, a crooked grin spreading his features as he winks. 'Worth it.'

You press your tongue to a back molar to stifle a giggle and press your face into his chest when he makes his eyebrows dance up and down on his forehead.  

'You getting shy 'cos of little old me?' Nipping at your ear, he places a barely there peck against the crown of your head.

Whining, you choke on a chuckle as you feel his hand knead and pinch at your side. The fingers he has slipped between yours dance, tapping out a rough beat on the roof of your hand as he chuckles soft into your hair. The warmth in your stomach spreads, infesting your chest and making your heart feel itchy.

Reaching up, you slip a hand under his shirt and skim across the lean muscle of his stomach and chest before pinching at a nipple.

'Oi, you.' Sero flinches.

'Stop teasing me then.'

He laughs, low and steady, forcing you to hear it from where your head is still pressed to his chest. 'Want me to do something else instead?' Punctuating his sentence with a subtle roll of his hips, he groans when he feels your reciprocate immediately. Your cunt pulses against the join on his thigh and he almost bites clean through his lip when he feels the heat radiate through his sweats.

'H – Hanta.' You settle into a lazy grind after that. His nose touches your cheek, calling you back to him and then, you're sharing each others air only leaving room for the faint gasps and moans that are fed to the other on wet tongues. The heat in your stomach is almost blinding, causing your thighs to shake as you feel his cock catch against your clit again and again and again.

'C'mon baby...' Sero coo's. He's breathless, chest heaving as he breaks a kiss only for long enough to mutter soft encouragements into your ears. 'Cum for me. Know – know you want to... Use me to get off, yeah?'

The moment stretches out in front of you until there is nothing, but you and Sero and the pleasure that rises between you. It's blissful, achingly so as you pull at each other, desperate for more, hungry for everything, anything, the other is willing to give. The noise of your kisses fill the air and sink into your ears, spurring you on as you suck on Sero's tongue and receive a particularly heavy grind in response. It's your end. With a gasp, you curl over him, body quaking as you cum, hard, against him.

'Good girl... Fuck, there she is. That's my girl.' Sero groans low, bucking up against you to try and prolong your high as your eyes roll slow into the back of your skull. It makes him want to bite down on his tongue, or your lip, but he satiates himself by littering kisses against your exposed throat.

'I -.' You're dizzy, wrapped in the tingle of the moment as you come down and collapse onto Sero's chest. He pets down your back, still cooing, the rolls of his hips slower now and more subdued. 'Want – want you to cum too... Want...'

'Wanna make me cum in my pants like a horny teenager, huh?' There's a chuckle in his voice, but it barely masks the raw need that creeps through when your hips press down. He meets your pace again, urging you slowly into overstimulation as your puffy clit is forced to endure the new pressure of his cock. 'Fuck...'

With his head rocking back on his shoulders, you seize the moment to lick up his throat.

'Look – fuck – look what you do to me...' He huffs, the coil in his groin becoming unbearable. 'Gonna – fuck – gonna -.' The rest of his sentence is lost, trapped in his throat and transformed as he cums, pumping hot and sticky into his own pants. 'Shit.'

'Shit.' You agree. Shimmying up his body, you let yourself relax against him and knock your foreheads together. Pressing a soft kiss to his nose, you shift until you can rest your head against his chest and sigh. His heart beat plays a steady drum roll to your ear from where it's pressed to his pec and you find your body relaxing as the tips of his fingers begin to sweep a path up and down your spine.

There's a pleasant ache in your muscles, a calmness in your bones as you lower your lips to his collar bone and blow against his skin.

Sero jumps at the sound, a grin already stretching his features as he shakes his head and knocks his chin against your crown. 'Y'alright there?'

Humming, you rake your teeth across him and bite down, sucking just enough that you're sure to leave a mark. There's already the faint edges of a giggle bubbling up your throat, a new looseness in your bones letting you release it, coating the air in your happiness. Sero joins you.

'You're a fucking menace.' He bites off his laughter, his hand leaving your back to tug at his pants. 'I'm fucking soaked.'

You chuckle and do your best to sit up in the hammock, showing off the blatant wetness on the front of your pants. 'You're soaked?'

'Is that you or me?' Sero cocks an eyebrow, but doesn't wait for an answer before swiping an index finger up the clothed slit of your cunt and popping it shamelessly into his mouth. He hums, rolling the sound around in his mouth for a moment, before nodding to himself.  'Both.' He smirks.

Shaking your head, you hit out at his shoulder a high-pitched 'ew' flying off of your tongue. The sudden movement offsets your balance, swaying the hammock and almost sending you careening over the edge.

'Woah there.' Gripping your waist, he steadies you easily. 'Don't want you to go falling for me now, do we?'

That earns him another light push, one that gives you enough momentum to stand, freeing your from the hammock. Now, stood up and out in the air, your pants stick uncomfortably to your legs, the bold dark spot across the front making your stomach squirm as you watch Sero's gaze settle on it. 'Have you got -.'

'Want something to change into?' He sits up on a elbow and grins when you nod. 'You want a pair of sweats, shorts -?.'

You shrug and pull at your pants, trying to keep the material away from your skin. 'I'm not picky.'

'Okay.' He nods. 'Okay.' The idea of you wearing his clothes makes his cock twitch and his stomach clench, but he plays it off as a stumble when he clambers from the hammock and slips out of the living room. There's a tension in his shoulders when he's confronted with his wardrobe, a dull buzzing that makes it hard to just pick any old pair of shorts or sweats from his selection. It takes him a moment, requires an awful lot of picturing you in various items of his clothing before he's set. Clutching the loose cotton sweats in his hands, he slips back into the living room and hands them to you without shaking.

'Thanks.' You smile. 'Bathroom?'

'Oh, shit. Down the hall on the right. Closed door.' He doesn't tell you that those where the pants he was wearing the first day he saw you all those years ago. It doesn't matter, after all. You're still not his... Just soon to be wrapped in his things. The reality of the moment slams into him hard. He needs to change. Needs to do something with his hands. Fuck. A smoke wouldn't be a bad idea, either. Slipping back into the hallway, set of ridding himself of his own soiled sweats, he almost makes it to his bedroom until he hears the dull and persistent buzzing of a phone ringing against cold tile.  

Stood in the dull fluorescence of the bathroom, you grip the porcelain so hard you think it might crack. The aftershocks of your orgasm still have you weak and deer-legged, struggling to force your knees to bare your weight. You hadn't meant for this to happen, for the thing in your chest that longed for Sero to grow stronger and pull you back to him. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, forcing your body to relax. The relaxation lasts for as long as the breath does. Your phone skitters across the side of the sink making you wish that you hadn't bothered brining it with you. The noise burrows into your skull, ricocheting off of the walls and filling the space. You don't turn the phone over. The unknown reaches out in front of you and makes your hands shake as you reach for the device, but before you manage to flip the thing over it stops vibrating.

Reeling back, you chew at your lip before abandoning the idea of checking in favour of undressing. Changing is difficult with your mind whirring, but you manage to stave off the thought of Sero's sweats warming your legs as you make a grab for the phone. Turning it over, you stare at the small green Voicemail banner glowing on your screen.

A knock startles you before you can swipe at the screen and you shove the phone back into your pocket. Your hand is slippery when it grips the door knob, but it comes open with a little trouble.

Sero digs his socked foot into the wooden floor. He can hear his heart in his ears, the sound of your phone ringing playing back to his ears. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was and if he was trying to get I touch with you, then... 'Are you  -.'

'I need to -.'

You both stop, words only half formed as you stand barely a few feet from each other in the hallway. The lightness of before has gone, leaving nothing, but brittle awkwardness and unspoken words behind.

Sero laughs, hand kneading at the flesh of his neck, but it does nothing to relax his shoulders. He wants to kiss you, but he can't. The thought burns. Still, he'd asked for this, hadn't he? For one more taste before he had to learn to loose you for good.

'You should probably change.' You grimace at your voice, at the way the words are too tight.

'Yeah...' Sero looks down and fiddles with the edge of his shirt. He'd been too wound up after hearing the phone that he'd forgotten to change, placating himself with a few anxious paces of his room. 'Are you – are you gonna stay or? I could -,' He cringes, the desperation clear in his voice now.

You shake your head. In your hand your phone begins to vibrate again. You silence it without cutting the call. 'I think, I think I should probably go?'

'Yeah.' Licking the dryness from his lips, he lets his shoulders sag.

It takes a moment for you to collect yourself. Trekking back to the living room, you stuff your soaked pants into your bag and slip your phone, still unanswered, into your back pocket, but you're still on the doorstep and ready to leave in under five minutes. 

He doesn't mention that you've forgotten your underwear, still sticky, on his bedside table. Part of him doesn't want to lose that part of you too.

'Thanks for the pants.' You dig your nails into the strap of your bag. It hurts, seeing him cave in on himself and knowing that you’re the reason for this, too. It sours your stomach. You really should leave, before you do more damage. Damage you can’t fix.

‘It’s nothing -.’

‘I’ll wash them and pass them back next time I see you?’ Pausing you wait for him to add a date, to offer out a time or place, but he doesn’t. So you don’t push.

Sero nods, lip tugging into a faux smile. It feels odd on his mouth, making him want to frown again. 'Yeah. Yeah, sounds good. I -.' 

Stepping forward, you give him ample time to step away before you lift a hand to trace the bruise on his jaw. You watch him hold his breath as you lean in to brush your lips against it, a small, innocent parting gift. An apology and so much more, you hope he’ll understand. ‘I’m -.’

‘Yeah, me too.’ He cuts you off, biting the inside of his mouth until you step over the threshold and vanish from his line of sight, only then does he let the emotions swirling in his chest crush him. The slam of the door shocks his bones, as does the hardness of the wood as his forehead comes to bang against it heavily. He grits his teeth. 'Fuck.'

He showers when you're gone, trying to scrub you from his body. It's pointless. He knows that much. He isn't even sure if there's a way to rid his heart of your finger prints and there’s no way that drug-store body wash is going to do it. The hammock is a no-go when he finally trudges back into the living room, in fact he might have to get rid of that now. Running a hand through wet hair, he curses his tongue for remembering your taste.

It's almost half an hour after you've let when there's a knock at his door again. His heart stutters, eyes wide as he presses a hand to his ribs to squeeze the air from his lungs. The faint smell of hope ensnares him, has him on his feet and pacing in seconds. He should get the door.

Another knock, this one heavier, unlocks his legs. He's not sure what might have drawn you back to his apartment so soon, but there's no time to question it. Ideas swirl dangerously around his head. Maybe you've changed your mind. Or Bakugo's changed his. Maybe you'd felt it too, the unmistakable thing that had bloomed in his chest as you laid in his arms... Or, maybe, maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe you'd just come back for your underwear, suddenly displeased by the thought of them in his possession. Dragging his hair into a messy bun, he pads his way down the hall swallowing down the noxic mix of anxiety and excitement that threatens to drown him. He shakes out his limbs before taking hold of the handle, then, with baited breath he tosses open the door.

His smile dies, quickly replaced with a frown and a painful roll of his eyes. Folding his arms across his chest, he kicks up a leg and snarls. 'You here to hit me again?'

Bakugo sulks. 'I just wanna talk.'

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[mollisangelus]

Hey hon! I really love your writing! You are amazing, I was hoping I could ask for a NSFW steamy Kiri x Fem Reader x Bakugo? I see Kiri as a gentle giant, full of praise, body worship and a breeding kink and Bakugo as a mean dom, possessive/affectionate degredation and a breedimg kink of his own. I hope this isn't too much, everything else totally creative freedom. Again, I love your stories. 🤗🖤 Hope you're doing well!

A/N: I totally agree, that's absolutely how they would be, and I think Bakugou would only be affectionate because of Kirishima. I find it totally easy to write for them, so this kinda came out, I hope you like it!! Also, I'm so happy you love my stories, that makes it totally worth posting. Sorry it took so long to finally post! 😭🥰 it's short because since I'm back, I wanted to get back to my fic as soon as possible!

TW: Smut, degradation, breeding kink

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Bakugou hated nothing more than when you both started without him, however, Kirishima was needy. Emotional, physically, mentally, sexually, especially sexually. He always seemed to bring you into this position, already spread on his cock, bouncing on his lap, screaming to whoever would listen just how good his massive cock felt. He loved it, ate it up. Orgasm, after orgasm. You had told him you needed to clean up before Bakugou came home, told him he couldn't find out.

Yet the horror that washed over your face as the door was slammed open just as both of your highs started to come down. You knew despite how much blood had rushed to her face before, it was completely drained.

"You fucking brat." Gulp.

Heavy steps made there way to you, and Kirishima made no move to protect you. In fact, in twitched while inside of you, and you knew he planned this. Yes, he was your gentle cuddle bug. He loved to take care of you, make you feel like you were an absolute goddess, he'd use you till you were shaking and crying. Insatiable, especially when you had agreed to stop birth control and such. It was just so much worse when he started to pump as much baby maker inside of you as he could. Bakugou was just as bad, if not worse. It was then when you noticed this other side of Kirishima, the side that liked to see you ruined so he could put you back together, and it was an absolute plus that Bakugou was riled up himself.

Bakugou's heavy breath had you stiffened, if the anxiousness and fear didn't already do that. You were flush against Kirishima, without much room for you to move. Bakugou loved the look you were giving him, although, he'd much rather you be a crying, incoherent mess for him instead. He was a brat tamer after all, and he loved when you got spicy so he could put his little slut back in place.

"If you wanna act like a slut, we'll treat you like one." His blazing eyes left you at that, "Ei, bend her over and stand so I can shove my cock down her throat."

Kiri, the obedient person he is, did as he was told. He was already hard and ready for the next round. Bakugou's jaw was hard, but you knew he wasn't actually mad. He might be tough now, but he was always the best with aftercare. You were bent down, not daring to speak a word. You opened your mouth, hoping he'd like you being good.

"I knew you were such a whore, look at you. Mouth already open. Fuck, I'm gonna ruin your throat, Princess. You've already got me hard as rock." Bakugou was already groaning, and you could feel phantom jaws at your throat from past experiences.

He stood there though, as if he was waiting on you. A few moments go by and when it hits you, you're mentally killing yourself. Kirishima hadn't moved inside of you at all, and it was making you antsy, and on edge. In all of it, you rushed to get his pants down and his cock free, but you knew you were in for it now.

Eventually it was, and as soon as it was free, your hair was imprisoned. A harsh grip to your scalp, he shoved his cock right in your face. A little bit of precum smearing on your cheek. "Fuck Babe, I'm gonna make this messy..."

Your core tightened, butterflies swarming your stomach. Finally the tip was finding your mouth, and you were eagerly taking it in. Then, it was shoved in, gagging you on the monster length. He wasn't as thick as Eijirou, but he made that up in length. It was already pressing to the top of your throat, and you had just started. He grinned down at you, a very Bakugou grin, and then looked to Shark Boy. "Ruin her."

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[mugeesworld]

I HAVE A WATTPAD 🤯

One of my stories has been getting popular so I thought I would share it on here cause why not.

Almost 4k reads ⁉️

Let me give a small summary. (God I lied it ended up long)

This is a child reader x one piece

That means their's no smut or anything like that cause that's gross. The only relationship that is happening is family. Nothing more. It's any age really. I can't remember If I put Y/NS age. But what I picture is like 13-16.

Y/n is a devil fruit user. She ate the rock rock fruit as a kid. The rock rock fruit is inspiried by kirishimas quirk from MHA. That being said this is not a cross over story. I just like his quirk. I changed it a bit also. Y/n can harden her body. Right now their are 4 levels of hardening. It talks about that more on wattpad. I have a 5th it just needs to be introduced. Not only can she harden her body but it also becomes sharp and jagged. Like a porcine almost. Or a human sword. She's a close up fighter.

That being said. No matter how sharp she is. HER CLOTHES WILL STAY INTACT OK??? I have her ideal outfit listed on wattpad but you can change it. I'll give a small summary on it tho. It's has the baggy pants and belt like kirishima. He doesn't wear a shirt tho so I gave her one. It's a tight turtle neck tank top. Ik that sounds lame but it looks cool. She wears kirishimas mask when fighting. And when she's not fighting she wheres long finger less gloves. She removes then before fighting. Back to the clothes ripping. The clothes ripping cause of how sharp she is definitely sounds cool. And I'll add that. BUT! The most that will happen. Is her baggy long pants turning into shorts and POSSIBLY MAYBE the shirt turning into a long crop top. I haven't decided if I want to do the shirt tho. Cause she's a kid ya know. Nothing private will EVER be revealed tho. That's what I'm trying to say. I haven't decided if I want her pants to rip when getting into a big fight or if I want them to un zip or something. But then she will have to carry random ass pants legs💀either way you get the idea.

She got the devil fruit from her father. Her mom and dad met at water 7 when her dad's crew was sailing by. Long story short they fell in love but he made a promise to his captain that he had to keep so he couldn't stay with y/n. He was aware of the pregnancy before leaving. The mother passed away at birth and y/n ended up being raised in a orphanage. (Classic parent tragedy💀)

Eventually y/n got tired of the orphanage and left. She was on the streets for a while until Franky found her and took her in. Ever since then Franky looks after her like a big Brother or even a father. They do everything together!

I won't say anything else other then what the last chapter I wrote ended on. They are currently on the train to CP9. OMG I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN 🤯⁉️🤷‍♀️

Also I want to make something clear. Idc what body type you are. It doesn't matter. All that's gonna happen is you're gonna get sharp. You don't need to be a certain size for that. If you want your outfit to change then please change it. Make it something comfortable for you! Same thing with hair. Long or short it doesn't matter. Its just gonna get sharp🤷‍♀️⁉️ this is all body types/skin tones inclusive. If I ever write something that doesn't involve all of those things LET ME KNOW. IT WON'T MAKE ME FEEL BAD🙏🙏🙏 for example. Blushes that's a light skin tone thing I'm pretty sure.(I might be wrong) I write embarrassed or flustered.

Under no circumstance will their be any kind of romantic relationship. This is a kids story. This is me healing my inner child. No kissing. Only hugging. Maybe a kiss on the forehead or something but that's ALL.

ONE MORE THING THEN I'M DONE. I FORGOT TO ADD. This crap is long. When i write this I'm watching one piece on Netflix. And I'm writing every sentence almost. So if you're not into that then this might not be for you. It started with galley law taking down the pirates that refused to pay and right now we're are on the train talking with lucci as he explains Nico Robin's past. Their are 17 chapters out each one being 1100-2000 words each. Slow passed. Like the actual one piece. WE AREN'T RUSHING. So if you don't like reading "she says, he yelled, they groaned, etc" then maybe it's not for you. Just wanted to put that.

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[kayforpay]

how many times you think kirishima ate rocks or tried to eat rocks bc of his quirk. I think at least 4 times

#kay talks a lot #bnha -- #eiji looks at crystals and is like yummuy

[ao3-deviance]

Pity Party

"God fucking dammit!"

Bakugou clenched his eyes shut, trying to breathe. Inexplicably, he felt a burning behind his eyelids as water seemed to want to spill over. He exhaled slowly, holding the tears at bay.

I will not throw a temper tantrum. I'm a grown-ass man. Shitty things happen. Today has been a shitty day. I will not let this set me back. 

(Therapy had been good for him.)

"Hey, babe! I'm home!" 

Bakugou found it a little easier to relax, tension dropping off his shoulders as Kirishima poked his head around the corner. The redhead immediately looked concerned though.

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," Bakugou denied. 

"No, something is," Kirishima argued. "You're tense. And you look sad. Talk to me, sweetheart. What happened?"

Bakugou opened his mouth to deny it again, only for his voice to crack. He paused, hating that he felt the water returning to his eyes, this time stronger.

"'T's stupid," he mumbled, sight blurring. 

"Talk to me," Kirishima said again, pulling him into a hug.

Bakugou sniffled. "I overslept and was three minutes late to work this morning. I didn't have time to make lunch, so I had to go to the cafeteria. They were out of mapo tofu and I had to eat a quick ramen. Since Deku was on time this morning, he got to go out on patrol and I had to stay in and do paperwork all afternoon. And I got a text that the hoodie I ordered came in and I was looking forward to it, but I just opened it and they sent me the wrong one and I just–I–It's pathetic, nothing bad happened, I just–"

"Hey, hey, shhhh," Kirishima soothed, rocking him back and forth slowly. "It's okay to be upset. You had a bad day. I'm so sorry, baby."

"But nothing happened!" Bakugou cried. "I'm being stupid!"

"You know what I think? I think it doesn't matter what happened, you're upset and that's the important part." 

"I don't need a pity party," Bakugou denied, pulling away and wiping at his face furiously. "Let's just forget it. How was your day?"

"It was alright, better now that I'm with you." Kirishima smiled, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "Go pick out a movie, okay? I'll order some food to be delivered and we can cuddle."

Bakugou squeezed his wrist once before letting go, not arguing as he made his way to the living room. He dropped the hoodie on the table to deal with a return later, turning on the TV.

"Order's in!" Kirishima sat beside him, snuggling close. His smile softened when he saw the romantic-comedy queued up on the screen, and he urged Bakugou to sit in his lap so they could start it. 

Bakugou hid any chuckles that wanted to escape against Kirishima's shoulder, already feeling better with the other's warm hand brushing up and down his back. He felt silly for his reaction earlier. Today hadn't been awful, just maybe not like he'd wanted it to be. 

There was a knock at the door and they paused the movie, Kirishima rushing to get it. He came back with their food and Bakugou felt something warm squeeze his chest as the smell hit him.  

"Mapo tofu?" 

"Yep! From the place you said is the best," Kirishima confirmed, getting out the utensils for them to eat. "I also got you an extra serving so you could take some for lunch tomorrow."

Bakugou immediately burst into laughter that soon broke into hitching breaths, tears finally spilling over. 

"Fuck, I love you," he gasped, not sure if he was crying or laughing or smiling or what exactly. He was just feeling Too Much. 

Kirishima leaned over to kiss him softly, brushing his hair behind his ear gently. "Love you too, Katsuki."

They ate quickly, their feet curled together under the table, occasionally catching each other's eyes and giggling. Bakugou felt like a kid again, even if they'd been together for over ten years and were nearing thirty at this point. Kirishima just had that ability, to always make him feel safe and loved and happy. 

"Next time you want a pity party, I'm spoiling the fuck out of you," Bakugou teased him, after they'd finished eating and he was curled back up in Kirishima's lap. Kirishima chuckled.

"So your pity party was a success?" 

Bakugou hummed, any remaining tension melting as he smiled softly, watching the protagonist of the movie finally kiss the guy she'd been wanting the whole movie. Kirishima nuzzled his hair and Bakugou was surrounded by him, heartbeat in his ear, arms around him, warmth and scent enveloping him. 

"Yeah." 

"Good." 

#kiribaku #bakushima #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #my writing #fluff #i was bakugou today #needed a small pity party

[lostlitany]

Shrine Visit

Kiribaku Month 2022 Day 2

Kirishima usually goes hiking with his bro, Tetsutetsu. But this weekend he was on his own. He had planned to stick to the usual route, but a little, peculiar-looking, green tinted rabbit had stumbled across his path and quickly scuttled away. Curiosity piqued, he followed the little guy until he stumbled across a shrine. A very old, very abandoned shrine. He figured it was as good a place as any, so with a quick prayer of gratitude, he sat down and ate his protein bar, just enjoying the quiet nature surrounding him. It wasn’t until he stood up and pulled his backpack on that Kirishima saw him.

[ID: A very messy, rushed, drawing. On the left, Kirishima is shirtless, with his jacket tied around his waist, and dark pants on. His backpack is slung over one shoulder, his bright red hair is pulled up into a ponytail, and he’s staring, awestruck, to the right where Bakugou is perched on a rock. The blond is in a black turtleneck sleeveless top, and a kimono that hangs low off his shoulders. He’s got two red tattoo lines under his eye, and a tattoo on his shoulder that abstractly resembles a fire. There are bandage wrappings on both his shins and his wrists and nine tails flick out behind him. He is closely staring at Kirishima, inspecting him. The background is sloppy and features some trees, flagstones, and three shrine arches, each in varying states of decay. It is signed Lost Litany, and dated 2022]

#kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #my art #kiribaku month #lit art

[manifestedsun]

so i don’t do quirk analyzations or stuff like that cause that’s big brain stuff and i have smooth brain but sometimes i like to think about tamaki and his quirk and the fact that its got so much to it and since he’s just a side character who had his ~moment~ in the shie hassaikai arc and just pops in from time to time, its never going to be expanded on. 

like its listed that he can manifest the physical characteristics of anything he's eaten. anything he’s eaten so it’s obviously not just food. they demonstrate that in the show when he eats those crystals. but not just that, he can make the manifested parts stronger, bigger and mix them and use several different ones at the same time. tentacles with clam shell points and the like. it says that the strength of the quirk is based on how much he’s eaten and it only lasts as long as he hasn’t digested it but he ate one little piece of hojo? I think it was hojo’s quirk, and he used a massive amount of it in their fight so i figure a little goes a long way. 

obviously he can do food. meats and veggies. animals. and since he can use anything he eats, that probably means minerals too so rocks and stuff? he could probably turn himself into another kirishima or at least use them for defense.  im pretty sure with the right foods he’d be able to breath under water. fly. glow. turn invisible. grow his own food. turn himself into an eldritch abomination of some sort (i read a very very slow burn miritama fic that was super suspenseful and they touched on that last little bit. being shot with a quirk enhancing bullet similar to trigger had him lose control of his quirk and it was chefs kiss) 

and then theres the fact that he likes doing mythical creatures. chimera kraken. chimera centaur. he could do naga or mermaid or arachne. he could be a dragon like ryuku if he got one of her scales probably

then you gotta think, if he can eat other quirks ie. hojo’s crystals (probably things like hawks feathers too) then what would happen if he ate, you know, people? or drank blood like toga. i personally hc that he just takes their appearance. hair color. eye color. any special features they might have. but on the flip side, in his villain verse, i hc that he can use their quirks. like toga now can i think (i dont keep up with the villain stuff. i skip a lot of it in the manga and i am also hella behind) or monoma can but for longer amounts of time.

i dunno. theres a lot he could probably do if he wasn’t crippled with depression and anxiety, and we’ll never see because hes not going to get much more screen time and its a thing with side charries that they don’t get expanded on much more than needed (dont get me going on how dirty they do naomasa quirk wise >.>)

i just think hes neat. 

#word vomit #that really has no point #pretty much everything ive ever said about his quirk before just bundled up in a bunch of confusing paragraphs #tw: cannibalism

[trashytummiez]

Kirishima suffering indigestion from overeating but doesn’t want to miss his workout session with Bakugo so he’s just miserable until he can finally burps

Warning: contains bloating burps indigestion nausea sweating tummyache tummy noises

"Fuck's wrong with you Shitty Hair? Ya been flaggin' ever since we got started?" growled Katsuki who just finished running his lap on track. His shirtless upper body glistened with sweat from how hard his run was. He was only slightly out of breath but nowhere near as exhausted as Kirishima.

The red haired boy hunched and huffed but he didn't look exhausted. He looked almost nauseous. He hunched over and cradled his stomach in one hand. Like Bakugo he too was shirtless and dripping with sweat. But his rock hard six pack appeared a little bloated and gurgled very loudly.

"Ungh...sorry dude. Think I ate a lil too much before comin' out with ya..."

"Then why the fuck didn't ya just sit this one out dumbass??" Katsuki growled.

"And miss workin' out with'cha? I don't think so," Kirishima huffed dismissively. Though he was undercut by his belly gurgling thickly and making him cringe again.

"If you ain't feelin' up to it you shouldn't be out here 'cuz you'll just make your gutache worse. 'Sides, If you puke I'mma fuckin' kill you..."

"I won't I swear," Kirishima promised but Katsuki didn't look convinced.

"You better not cuz we ain't done with our cardio yet."

Katsuki resumed his run. Kirishima all but whimpered but nevertheless jogged behind him. The running rustled his stomach up and down which made it groan even more. It was a miracle all that jostling didn't make Kirishima puke on the spot.

When they finished their laps the two muscular shirtless teens went back into the gym to work with the weight sets. Kirishima spotted Katsuki while the blond laid his bare back on a towel over the bench and started weightlifting around 210 lbs not including the bar itself. He bared his teeth and began sweating even more from how heavy each pull and push felt but he managed.

His biceps bulged as he grunted and heaved pushing up and down. More sweat trickled down his bare body with his muscles becoming more visibly strained and defined with each pump up.

But because Kirishima's belly was right next to Katsuki's head its thick and gastric gurgling practically erupted right in his ears while he did his sets. Kirishima's noisy tummy was rumbling nonstop in Katsuki's ears and making the blond growl angrily while he did his sets.

"Nnf dude shut yer gut up," Katsuki growled through clenched teeth while he lifted.

Kirishima blushed and tried rubbing his lightly puffed out stomach while still keeping at the ready if Katsuki needed him.

Bakugo continued with his sets but grew increasingly annoyed at Kirishima's belly making all that noise right in his ears while he worked out. Of all the times for him to forget his stupid earbuds.

When Katsuki finished Kirishima helped stabilize the bar back in place and winced at the strain to put on his tummy.

Katsuki sat up from the bench and huffed wearily. He used paper towels to clean it up for his companion then tossed them and ran his towel all across his sweaty face and torso glaring irritatedly at his friend.

"How much did ya fuckin' eat anyway idiot?" Katsuki groused lightly swatting Kirishima's bare tummy with the back of his hand.

"...Too much apparently," Kirishima admitted and patted his belly.

He set his own towel down and laid onto the bench. His stomach stuck out a little when he laid on the bench and grabbed the bar which had over 275 lbs on it. Kirishima bared his fangs and started his lift. His own muscles were more defined and a little larger in mass than Katsuki's which became all the more apparent when he pushed the weights up from just above his muscular chest.

He was taking his lift steady but each push up applied pressure throughout his whole torso. And in doing so made his belly gurgle thickly and heavily. Kirishima's face soured in the middle of his lift yet he kept going powering through the pain.

It didn't help him because the deeper he got into his set the noisier his stomach gurgled. Katsuki was spotting him and could hear it even more loudly than when he was laying down on the bench.

"Dude stop being dumb. Your gut can't handle all that strain at once," Katsuki warned and grabbed the bar before Kirishima could continue finishing his set.

Kirishima would have protested but his stomach gave a warningly loud burble that made him lurch and immediately sit up and heave.

Katsuki flinched and inched back worried that his friend was about to puke in the gym. "Dammit I fuckin' warned ya not to overdo it when your gut wasn't up to it you fuckin' ass-"

But Katsuki's words were off when Kirishima grabbed his gurgling belly and let loose the loudest burp Katsuki had ever heard. All that gurgling was building up an enormous gas bubble in Kirishima's belly that came rocketing up his throat and violently expelling so loudly that it echoed all throughout the schools gym. Any students that were working out stopped what they were doing and stared as that massive eruption ruptured out of Kirishima for almost five seconds!

After it ended another sharp burp shot out of Kirishima's mouth and was followed by Kirishima pushing on his belly and working out a really throaty burp.

Kirishima moaned loudly and slumped back leaning his bare back against the barbell itself.

"Hah...hhhhrraaaaah...ohhhh my god I needed that..." Kirishima sighed and slapped his belly with abject relief.

Katsuki just stared at his friend.

"...Next time we work out? Yer eatin' on an empty stomach shithead..."

Kirishima was too busy huffing with relief at first. But he managed a small grin. "I dunno dude...phew...if we do that then my belly might start grumblin' outta hunger..."

"At least hunger burps aren't that fuckin' loud..."

As usual Bakugo wasn't wrong.

#kink fic #belly kink #tummyache #tummy rubs #tummy noises #kirishima #bakugo #burping #nausea #indigestion #workout #cardio #sweating

[miridiums-writing]

Barbarian Bakugou x Plus-sized!Villager!Reader

Summary ; reader loves in village that is ravaged by bararians, bakugou catches them and finds out they are mates

Warnings ; violence, there is implied sexual assault but it never happens kinda like a passing thought. I never actually state gender though reader does wear a dress, so if your someone who doesn’t like wearing dresses then you might have trouble fitting into the narrative. REMEMBER ANYONE CAN WEAR A DRESS, I WILL HYPE YOU UP. They eat in it, also they eat meat so if you’re vegetarian or anything of the sort you probably won’t relate, Bakugou yes he is a warning, swearing it is Bakugou after all.

AUTHORS NOTE ; ill have part 2 out hopefully in a few days, ill link both the petite reader version and the plus-sized reader to each other so whichever suits you better you can read.

Tag list : @squishytenya

Petite!reader version part 1

The village was alight, red ran rampant through the streets, the screams of young and old mixing to create a noise that would give anyone a headache. You were running as fast as you could, no shoes on, trying to pick up your skirts as you ran. You had been woken by a scream and hadn’t thought to put on shoes before you ran to escape the sea of arrows shot at your home. People dragged younger ones through the wreckage, others cried, others shouting for loved ones. Nobody seemed to be left unscathed.

Your feet were in tatters at this point, having ran through rocks and glass to get here. Your only motivation that got you this far, even with the pain you were in, was the orphanage at the top on town. On a slight hill further away from the village, secluded in a way. You hoped against hope the children were ok. You dodged through fire, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You had to make it. You had to keep them safe. Though in your blind panic you didn’t notice the figure stealthily following after you.

You were running up the hill now, twigs that littered the woods floor poking into your poor feet, causing you to slow slightly, but your determination kept you from walking. Just as the orphanage came into sight arms wrapped around your waist. You kicked in attempt to get away, hoping against hope you could escape, get to them. Those kids did nothing to deserve the pain. Your attempts did nothing but tire you more, your hope of escape starting to slip from your grasp. “Stay still dammit” a gruff voice stated. He moved you both back, further into the woods, blocking your view of the orphanage and kept you still.

“Oi Kirishima! Keep those idiots away from the orphanage” He called out further into the woods, not second later a muscular man with spiky hair and even spikier teeth seemed to appear in an instant and disappear just as quickly. With the disappearance of the other man he moved you so you could finally see his face, though his grip on you never loosened. If you were honest with yourself, he was rather pretty. Hard red eyes stared into yours and seemed to judge your appearance as you gaped at him. His blonde locks spiked out, much more naturally than the other mans, he had a defined jawline, and a look that screamed danger. In your curiosity you failed to notice how odd this whole situation was. Here you were being held down by an intimidation and rather frightening man, but you felt no fear towards him.

“Found you” he said, looking at you with a smirk as his face moved closer to yours. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you his face moved lower to your neck and started to pepper kisses and nips into the sensitive skin. You tensed in his hold, not sure what he was about to do, and scared for the outcome that seemed inevitable. Just then he roughly bit into your neck, causing you to shriek at the vast difference from what he was doing before and the pain that started to thump against your neck like a drum. When he was satisfied, he started to lick at your neck, no doubt cleaning up the blood. “There, now that’s sorted time to clean you up and get moving” He tightly grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you close to his body. “If you try and run you wouldn’t like to know the fate of those kids you so wish to protect so behave.” You didn’t want to know what he could to, so you allowed him to pull you away from the orphanage.

He pulled you both down the hill and towards the town, he hadn’t told you his name and didn’t seem in the mood for light conversation, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to anger the man further than he already seemed to be. When you both got back to the village it was silent. A stark difference between the village you had left behind, and it set you on edge. He must have noticed how you had started to shake a little, though he didn’t say anything on it. “Hide you face into my back, quickly” he said, his voice slightly softer than earlier, though it didn’t stop the unease. Just as you opened your mouth to question it, he gave you a glare that made you close it instantly. You ducked your head down into his back behind him and tried to ignore the strares, questions swarming your mind. “right let’s move out” he shouted, his voice seeming even more loud now you were against his back, making you cringe slightly. With one hand now taking your weight he hoisted onto a horse, repositioning you in front of him to lean against his chest. “Get some sleep, its gonna be a long ride teddy bear”

When you woke you were still in his arms, though you were now wrapped up in a fur coat, keeping you warm from the wind. If you didn’t think about the fact he basically kidnapped you it could almost be sweet. He had positioned you in a way that meant the brunt of the wind was hitting against the fur coat, keeping you toasty warm. He was looking ahead, no doubt keeping control of the horse, though you did notice how he would glance down at you. Due to your position you couldn’t really see anything, giving in to the temptation of going back to sleep for now, who knew when you would be able to sleep again, you let your eyes closed and allowed yourself to relax, your head snuggling into his warm chest.

Your eyes fluttered open at a loud shout, startling you from the fragile sleep you had managed to get. “We’re almost there” He claimed, glancing down at your sleepy form curled into him. Cute. The thought was a fleeting one, but it made him freeze up slightly, he hoped you didn’t notice. This mate stuff was making him soft. The horse abruptly came to a stop and the man carefully gave you his hand to help you jump down. You noticed almost immediately this was much gentler than he had been previously, and honestly threw you for a loop. On one hand this was much nicer treatment than previously, even if he hadn’t been particularly bad, on the other hand what does this entail, does he want something in return? The man pulled you inside what looked like a large tent and pointed towards the bed to sit down, it was covered with fur blankets and looked rather nice and warm to cuddle up in.

“Look here’s the deal,” he said, sitting down on the floor before you, making your face in line with his. “You’re my mate, kinda like a soulmate, I guess. It’s a feeling. My name’s Bakugou Katsuki by the way. Call my Katsuki though, it’ll just piss me off if you call me anything else. Just, listen to what I say. Ill go get you some food, you look like you need it.” As Katsuki walks away you could hear him mutter under his breath “Skinny as anything” When he had officially left, and you decided he was far enough away you started to look around. The tent was rather spacious, but not to the point it was cold. If anything, it was so warm in here. Like an invisible fire was somewhere in the room keeping it warm. The tent itself smelled like wood pine and honeysuckle, and a hint of caramel, it felt more homely than your old village ever did. You knew you had to think through what he had told you, but you didn’t want to even think about it. Taken away from your home after it having been destroyed by them and he tells you you’re his soulmate and you need to listen him.

When Katsuki got back you were cocooned in the blankets, sure the room was warm, but as the night air drew in the rooms temperature seemed to drop drastically, so you had taken it upon yourself to collect all the blankets and pile them onto of yourself. Katsuki stood at the entrance dumbfounded at the sight, as in comparison he stood tall in his trousers and fur coat, with his necklace and earrings to adorn the look. He wasn’t used to feeling cold. He would need to thank his parents later for getting on at him to make sure he had enough blankets for his mate when it got cold. He placed the food down on the table and started picking apart the blankets until he revealed you, cuddling into yourself. “Look, I know its cold but you gotta eat, come on” He allows you to get yourself up, though you take one of the smaller blankets with you to combat the cold.

The meal itself wasn’t anything special. A meat of some kind with potatoes and asparagus. You were so hungry you ate it without question, too hungry to care. He watched you from the other side of the table, it made you slightly self-conscious but brushed it off as his thing, he had a habit of watching you. When you finished you made sure to tidy up your area as best as you could, not wanting to seem impolite. This made Katsuki scoff at you, your insecurity coming back quickly.

“Bed time” was all he said, even though you had been sleeping most of the day, the thought of curling up into the blanket seemed heavenly. As you climbed into the bed, securing yourself under the furs Katsuki came in behind you. He simply brought your body to his, circling his body around yours in a protective manner. With him so close to you, you found it hard to fall asleep. Though Katsuki seemed to find it easy, simply snuggling his face into your neck and falling asleep. You decided to go through your options. Option one, stay still and go to sleep unknowing to what could happen tomorrow, though by his current attitude and behaviour you now highly doubted it being too dangerous, or option two, somehow manage to escape his iron grip and run out of the tent, with no knowledge of where you were, how far from home, or what could be outside the tent. The thought of meeting something worse than Katsuki made you shiver and slightly move closer to him. At least you knew what he was capable of, plus you had the added protection that he claimed you as his mate, those usually ended happily. No one wanted to endanger their mate, it went against Barbarian law. Something you vaguely remembered researching when you were young and curious. With those thoughts in mind you allowed yourself to succumb to the warmth Katsuki provided and fall into a broken sleep.

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[yourtamaki]

all yours

kirishima x f!reader

word count: 2.4k 

warnings: size kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), spitting, one ass smack, one bite from shark boy, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight dumbification

being a hero meant you were constantly in the public eye

there was no escaping it when the missions you were assigned were directly tied to your public approval

more people liking you meant bigger, flashier missions

and if they didn’t, well…

at least there was never a shortage of paperwork to be done

you’ve been doing well though! raising through the hero ranks faster than your agency anticipated 

faster than you anticipated 

it was great! it was everything you’d worked your whole life for

it…it was exhausting 

not only did you have a sudden influx of missions to complete as your agency tried to capitalize on the exponential growth

you had also been instructed to have near daily interviews

smiling for the camera was fine until your cheeks started hurting from the strain

it was no wonder that by the third straight month of the endless pattern of gruelling missions followed by repetitive interviews you were physically and mentally drained 

your boyfriend did his best to make sure you were taking care of yourself, cooking you lunches and texting you throughout the day to check up on you though there was only so much a fellow pro hero could do with his own busy schedule to attend to

kirishima knew exactly what you were going through and his heart broke whenever he could catch a glimpse of you before you passed out in bed

so when it all came to a head one day, he was more than ready to catch you 

just open the door. you were stood frozen in front of the door of your apartment, keys in hand. that’s all you had to do. twist the knob, open the door and he’d be right there. your eiji. he would take one look at you and know exactly what to do to make you feel better. love and comfort were a few steps away and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

the day had beaten you down more than you thought possible. everytime you blinked you could see the flash of bulbs, hear the shouts of reporters or was that the screams from your rescue today? it was all starting to blend together. you were an open wound, pulsating and bleeding vulnerability. how could you let your boyfriend see you like this? weak and broken and barely holding it together. it wasn’t just embarrassing. it was shameful. eiji had been living this life longer then you had, had risen to heights you could only dream of and he did it with ease. meanwhile, a few months had left you a shell of yourself. 

you didn’t know a hero could be this pathetic.

just as you were about to turn and take a walk to clear your head, the door swung open. eiji’s head was tilted to the side, his long crimson hair falling over his shoulder loose from its usual ponytail. you couldn’t bring yourself to look in his eyes, afraid of what you’d find. you let your gaze drift upwards, focusing on the small scar above his eye. what if he was disappointed? red riot deserved a partner as strong as him and you did not fit the bill. not anymore. 

“i’m home.” you willed your voice to not shake as you crossed the threshold into your home. 

“baby.” 

“did you eat yet? i’ve been craving pizza from the place down the street we should put in an order.”

“babe.” 

“or did you already cook? you’re right no point in spending money if we don’t have to.” 

“y/n.” large hands held fast to your shoulders, spinning you around until you were face to face with eiji and being forced to stare into the eyes of the love of your life. “please. talk to me.” 

a beat of silence as you bunched the front of his shirt in your fists, vision blurring from unspilled tears. then, “‘m so tired, eiji.” 

he wrapped his arms around you and you told him everything. what your agency had demanded of you, the unending stress, the poisonous thoughts that ate away at you everyday. eiji held you together through it all, clinging so hard you could feel his body shake as you spoke.

“we’re gonna talk to your agency tomorrow. they’re pushing their best hero too hard and we’ll tell them to cut the publicity. the people already love you, you don’t have to put up with this.” 

“you’ll come with me?” you sniffed. eiji pulled back enough to cup your cheeks, lifting your head up until your watery eyes met his. 

“of course i will.” he said, wiping your tears with his thumb. “we’re in this together, you don’t have to go through this alone.” 

you leaned into his touch, covering his hand with yours and marveling at the size difference. it never failed to fluster you how much bigger eiji was then you. your definition of safety started and ended with these hands, with the man they belonged to who had loyalty etched into his bones. 

he held you like you were something worth protecting. 

“i don’t deserve you.” you said, kissing his rough palm.

“don’t say that. don’t ever say that.” he leaned down until your foreheads pressed together and whispered, “do you know how much you mean to me?” 

“i know.” 

“let me remind you anyway.” with that he surged forward, closing the ever shortening distance between you as his mouth closed over yours. 

every kiss with eiji was full of passion, even the chaste goodbyes you shared before heading to work but this one blew them away. he kissed you like he was trying to stitch together all your broken pieces. he kissed you as though he wouldn’t mind if this moment lasted an eternity. he kissed you and he kissed you and he kissed you. 

and with everything you had left to give, you kissed him back. 

when you broke apart, you had to bite back a moan at the sight before you. eiji looked sinful, red hair falling into his face, lips swollen and eyes locked on yours, dark and half lidded. 

“we don’t… we don’t have to… you just got home you’re tired.” he said. 

“eiji.” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to whisper in his ear. “i need you.” 

the world blurred as he lifted you up, legs locking around him on instinct as he carried you to the bedroom. a moment later you were dropped onto the soft mattress, feeling it dip as eiji settled over you. a familiar shyness tinged lust set in as he hovered above you. he was just so big. he was caging you in without even trying, he was that much larger than you. your breath hitched as he bent close to kiss your neck, looking anywhere but at him, something that didn’t escape his notice. 

“where’d you go, pretty girl? eyes on me.” his voice left no room for disobedience and you complied, keeping your eyes on him as he asked. “there you are. tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” 

“i like… being under you.”

eiji smirked, sharp teeth on full display. “yeah? what do you like about it? use your words for me, baby.” 

you could tell how much he was enjoying making you squirm. he knew, of course, the effect he had on you. this was far from the first time your size difference came up in the bedroom but he loved making you say it nonetheless. 

“i like that you’re bigger, eiji. you make me feel so safe.” your voice cracked at the honest. 

he kissed the corner of your mouth. “always. i’ll die before i let you get hurt, understand me?” 

he waits until you nod before snaking his hands under your shirt, removing it in one move. open mouth kisses trails down your neck to the valley between your tits. as much as you loved the foreplay he usually dished out, you were far too needy right now. you grabbed a fistful of his hair, guiding him lower down. 

“baby, please.” 

“so impatient.” he teased. he grabbed hold of your pants and panties, tugging them off before settling between your legs, one thrown over each of his broad shoulders. 

“oh love you’re soaked. who got you this wet?” you let out a small whine of embarrassment, hoping he’d get the message and let you off the hook. a sharp sting on your inner thigh had you trying to close your legs around his head but his grip was too strong to do so. he bit you. eiji must’ve been as riled up as you were, he was always so mindful of his sharp teeth. “i asked you a question, didn’t i?” 

“you! you did ‘s all for you eiji!”

“good girl.” he rewarded you by licking a broad stroke through your folds, ending with a flick on your clit that sent pleasure shooting through you. he pressed two fingers inside you with little struggle, scissoring you open to prep you for his cock. you desperately wanted to rock against his face but with one arm pinning your hips down, you could do nothing but take what he gave you. 

you were close — so close and eiji, who knew your body better than you did, could feel it by the fluttering of your walls, the arch in your back. it was under his heavy gaze you came undone, thighs shaking as he rode you through your high. if you thought he looked sinful before, now he was downright pornographic, the evidence of your orgasm glistening on his face. he licked the remnants of your arousal of his fingers and grinned. 

he pulled away long enough to remove his clothing while you took the time to unclasp your bra and admire the view that was your boyfriend stripping. he caught your blatant stare and winked as he pulled down his briefs, hard cock springing free. 

“see something you like?” he said crawling back over you to kiss you, the taste of you still fresh on his tongue. you could feel his dick pressed against your thigh and you grinded against it, earning a delicious groan that spilled into your mouth. “fuck can you ride me baby please? wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock.” 

when you nodded, he wrapped one arm beneath you and rolled, flipping you both over so you were straddling him. gripping his shoulders, you lined yourself up with him, slowly sinking down around his girth. eiji’s cock, like the rest of him, was stupid large and the stretch was always there when he entered you. but you relished the feeling all the more, a sense of pride bursting inside you when he managed to bottom out. 

you closed your eyes for a moment until the uncomfortable burn dissipated and you were left feeling full, complete with him buried in you. when you opened up your eyes once more, eiji was looking up at you with the softest expression, one you’re familiar with but that made your face warm nonetheless. he looked at you with nothing but love and awe, the corner of his lips quirked in a small smile. 

you held out your hands and eiji laced his fingers with yours, helping you balance as you began to bounce. 

“there you go.” eiji grunted. “take what you need, i’m all yours.” 

“all mine?” you clenched at the thought and he threw his head back at the feeling. 

“all yours this cock belongs to you, pretty girl.” 

the need to mark him as yours bubbled to the surface and you leaned in close, so close you were sharing air, panting into each other’s mouths. 

“eiji.” you moaned, cut off when he bucked up suddenly. “f-fuck eiji i wanna spit in your mouth.” 

he opened up without hesitation, tongue lolling out and waiting to receive you. you let the fluid trickle out, watching with fascination as it mixed with eiji’s. he swallowed and showed you his empty mouth.

“dirty girl, so fucking lewd you drive me crazy.” you were grinding your hips against his now, nearly crying from the friction against your clit. 

“‘m gonna cum ‘m gonna cum.” you whined, powering through when your thighs began to shake from exhaustion. eiji placed his hands on your hips, guiding them back and forth. 

“cum for me baby cum all over your cock.” his words were your undoing, tipping you over the edge as your orgasm washed over you. though you felt boneless after your high, you continued to rock against him. 

“wanna feel you fill me up.” you said. “eiji please fuck me full of your cum.” 

eiji knew everything about you but you knew him just as well, knew what words would stoke the fire in him and make him lose himself to the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him. and sure enough, he shifted to anchor his feet to the bed, wrapping his arms around you until your tits were pressed against him. he began to fuck up into you hard and fast, the wet smack so loud it made you hide your face in the crook of his neck. 

“i got you baby i’m gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll be leaking. that's what you want, huh? wanna walk around with my cum dripping down your leg?” 

you could only moan in response, the quick pace turning your brain to mush and eiji seemed to sense it. 

“did i fuck you dumb, pretty baby?” a smack landed in your ass and you yelped. “answer me.” 

“i want your cum want it so bad, please eiji please.” 

“that wasn’t hard. good girls get what they ask for.” he bucked up once, twice, three times, liquid heat spilling deep inside you. you shuddered at the feeling of his softening cock slipping out of your, a mixture of both your cum dripping onto eiji. 

for a moment you were both quiet, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “‘m gonna get us cleaned up, love.” 

“in a minute i just wanna stay like this for a little bit. is that ok?” 

“anything you want.” together you lay, eiji tracing shapes on your bare back, an eternal gratefulness for the man beneath you washing away all the negativity of the months prior. you knew as long as eiji was on your side, you would always be okay. 

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima imagine #bnha x reader #bnha smut #kirishima eijiro imagine #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro smut #mha smut #mha imagine #mha x reader #bnha imagine

[corruptedconfessions]

last weekend I caved and read everything you ever uploaded here once more agskshkdd this is who i am as a person. but im love your writing so much!!! i have an especially soft spot for the naga stories, are those the ones that are about half-snake people? i always mess up the names but how do you think bakugou (and or kiri) would be as a yandere one, when he falls for the reader? i can't remember you ever writing a snake-version of him and idk if you'd be up for it but i'm super curious! xoxoxo

Aww!! Thank you so much :) 

And yes! Naga’s are the snake people, semi human from the torso up and giant ass snakes from the hips down!

Bakugou: 

If there is one word to describe yandere Naga Bakugou its possessive. It takes a lot for him to chose a mate, he is incredibly picky, picking his mate much past the typical age but once he picks?? Possessive protective to the extreme. You are his mate to do with what he pleases, and absolutely no one is going to take you away from him. Hell, he gets pissy the second another creature, intelligent or not even looks at you. You won’t be leaving his nest any time soon after he snatches you up, even trying to peek over the edges of the flattened down bowl in the ground leads to you being dragged right back to the middle and getting angrily chewed out and huffed at as you get tucked right back into the nest.

I think he’d most likely fall for a darling who hikes or walks frequently in his forest for whatever reason. A hunter, camper, or just any kind of nature enthusiast will quickly catch his eye. You’re so small…and your body is so different than his and yet you constantly come back here, carelessly leaving your scent everywhere, as if inviting him to have a taste. He isn’t one to turn down the offer. He doesn’t have any form of patience, somewhere during a mid afternoon doze and lunch he’ll come to the conclusion that he wants you, all while still ripping the meaty remains of his prey off the bone. Right then and there he decides to have you, still picking meat from his teeth with the jagged edge of a bone. The next time he sees you you’ll be snatched up into his arms and dragged back to his nest, kicking and screaming left ignored as he unceremoniously dumps you in his nest and refuses to let you leave.  

I picture him most likely picking a human mate tbh, He enjoys being bigger and stronger than his mate, justifying the overbearing desire to hide away and protect what's his, something other Nagas wouldn’t tolerate. Even if you don’t tolerate it it doesn’t really matter, he is bigger and stronger than you, and can easily just pick you right up and carry you back to where he wants you to be. Biting, kicking, punching, anything just bounces off his hard scales. Honestly fighting like that is more likely to turn him on than anything else~ If you have this much energy you clearly can put it towards incubating some of his eggs right? Hopefully that fiery spirit will pass on to his eggs once they hatch~

He’ll also be curious, painfully so, eagerly twisting and pulling you in his hold like a doll, poking and prodding as he inspects you. Its not often he sees a human so close without eating them. He’s cruel in the sense that he likes to poke your squishy spots just to listen to your cute noises and watch you try and wiggle away from him. Its hardly ever malicious, though, the claws in your mouth, feeling up your teeth. Or large hands encompassing your entire calf as he feels up your leg is pure curiosity. He’ll look almost childish, eyes wide with wonder as he watches you twist and bend, so small and fragile yet so resilient.

He’ll hiss and throw up a fit if you call him out on this but he is also incredibly cuddly. Maybe it’s just because of that protective nature of his but he loves wrapping around you, snuggling his face into your stomach, tongue darting out to smell your skin. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a breathing furnace compared to the cooler blooded beast. He’s so soft in those moments, eagerly nuzzling you and lapping up any attention you’ll give him, even if he huffs and insists its for your protection and warmth if you say anything. Human skin is so thin and you are so needy for warmth! How did you ever survive without him curling around you to keep you warm and chase off the chill of the night air. You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut about the fact that he is actually sapping your heat with his cold skin. Best not take those rare tender moments for granted, yeah?

 Kirishima on the other hand leans more on the protective side of things. He’s younger than Bakugou, more on the naïve side of things and much more at the whims of his instincts. I think he’d honestly mate with the first little thing he comes across, unable to hold back and be patient at all. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart, in a terrifying, he’ll eat and swallow whoever you’re with whole when he sees you way. He wants nothing more than a happy loving mate, round and heavy with his eggs waiting for him when he comes back to his nest. He wants to protect and provide and snuggle with his cute little mate!

He’s brutal, eating and killing anything that comes close to you, and then immediately turning around and crooning and loving on you, rubbing up against you like a dog, his face still coated with any remains of what, or rather who, he just ate. (Lucky for you he prefers to swallow his prey whole…watching him gag up and spit out the bones that he cant digest isn’t a pleasant sight though.) Endlessly doting and so…incredibly suffocating. There will always be a hand, or head, or tail, or something pressed, wrapped, or snuggling against you. Half the time you feel like a living teddy bear as he cuddles and nuzzles you non stop, curling up in his nest and holding you close to his chest, face buried in your hair. The only time he tears himself from your side is to go hunting, and even then when he comes back you are scooped up and squished in his arms until he calms down again, extremely distressed from being separated from you.

 He is obsessed with being a good mate for you, protecting, providing, and spoiling his partner. He’ll be traditional, hunting down larger pray than necessary just to impress you. Happily puffing his chest out when he dumps a bunch of hay and leaves into the nest, telling you that he knows humans cant sleep on hard rock comfortably, and so this will be more comfy! (Not that it does much, with how close he insists on being when cuddling, you practically sleep on him instead. Trapped against his firm chest as arms wrap tightly around you). Now this isn’t common behavior for nagas, but he’ll also bring you pretty little trinkets that he finds, gems or geodes he finds in his cave, pretty jewelry he steals from humans, rocks that he really likes and wants to share with you. Reacting positively to these gifts, maybe even making a small little pile for them in the nest will put him over the moon. He becomes so gushy and loving towards you for it you can get away with nearly anything after that.  

Unlike Bakugou’s nest which is out in the open, daring any threat to even try and come close to his mate, Kiri hides you away. His nest will be hidden away in a maze like cave (He carved it out himself by hand! Something he very proudly tells you when the two of you can finally converse without you screaming or him fucking you silly). He never leaves your side, determined to protect and love you, but even in the moments he does, escape is hopeless. Even after crawling up the sides of the deep pit carved out of solid rock (you really don’t want to think how strong his claws are to carve out solid stone and made such deep grooves in the sides) you’ll be left wondering and aimless maze, impossible to not get lost or even get near the exit before Kirishima is back, rushing your side and picking you up into his arms in a panic. Naturally, being the innocent thing he is he assumes you missed him and went searching for him instead of trying to escape, but now you’re trapped in an even tighter hold under an even tighter watch as he tries “to make it up to you”.

With Kirishima you have a small chance, though. If you are loving and gentle enough to him, and you ask him so sweetly if you can get out of the cave just for a little bit! Promise! He may take you to a nearby river to play in the water, or a hotspring to soak together. Once you really have him wrapped around your finger you might be able to convince him to go on daily walks (slithers?) with him, only if you look sad and pout up at him enough, insisting that the cave is too dark and scary and you miss the sun. He’ll feel so bad he just might sunbathe with you outside for awhile too.

#yandere #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #naga

[bnhatrashcanons]

they hurt your feelings

w/ bakugou and kirishima

genre: angst to fluff

a.n. i have seen so many people in different fandoms tackle this prompt and now its my turn so suffer along with me <3

bakugou

you knew going into this that katsuki was a little rough around the edges. this was more than fine for you

to make up for his prickly edges you decided to overwhelm him with love and affection, surprise hugs and face kisses all the while you scrounged for any affections you could get from him

he never told you it bothered him, though you should have guessed

you just loved him so much and you wanted to show it

clearly that desire for affection was going to come and bite you in the ass.

you sat with your arms wrapped around his waist, head nuzzled into his back. you peppered soft kisses to the clothed muscle every once in a while. he had been working at his homework which was fine with you. you didn’t mind the silence as long as you got to hold him. but he had been at it for an hour and a half. he deserved a break. you pressed a kiss onto his shoulder before speaking for the first time this evening. 

“hey bubs?” you whispered and were just met with a soft grunt from your boyfriend, sounds of pencil scratching onto the paper louder after you spoke. “bubby?” you asked one more time after a few moments. 

“jesus fucking christ, what, y/n?” he snapped, running his hands down his face with a groan of frustration. you jumped a little bit at the sudden harshness of his tone. you swallowed thickly, unsure if you wanted to answer him now. “you’ve already interrupted my train of thought you wanna fucking talk to me now?”

“i was just gonna suggest that you take a break,” you meekly whispered. “i just think you deserve one. you’ve been at this for so long and i just. i could rub the tension out of your shoulders.” 

“no.” he snapped. wow. okay. shut down so quickly. 

“okay baby, i just-”

“can you shut the fuck up for five minutes?” he pried your arms off him and scooted away. “you’re so fucking annoying jesus christ. i have never met anyone more clingy and annoying in my life. do me a favor and fucking leave i’m busy.” you blinked at him, tears pricking in your eyes. did he really just say that? were you that annoying. instead of putting up a fight and risking more of your feelings getting hurt you nodded and exited his dorm, heading back to yours to cry your eyes out. when you collapsed onto your bed, putting his notifications on mute so you didn’t have to talk to him. if you were clingy then keeping your distance was the best option in keeping your relationship alive.

on katsuki’s end, after an hour of cooling down he began to flood your phone with texts apologizing. nothing big or meaningful just a few ‘sorry. didn’t mean it’ type messages. not that you read them, which was confusing for him. you usually responded within 3 minutes. he set his phone down. you’d answer him in the morning. he tried falling asleep but dreams were replaced with the darkest of nightmares. he woke up feeling like he couldn’t breathe. like there was someone pressing onto his chest trying to get into his lungs and rip them out. he hated this feeling. he hated the memories masquerading as dreams. where were you? you always calmed him down. getting up he scrambled to grab his phone and call you. biting his knuckles he kept calling and calling but you didn’t pick up. 4 times. what the fuck? his heart continued to pound. he couldn’t do this. he wouldn’t be able to get back to bed. slipping on some form of shoe he walked down to your dorm and banged on the door. the nightmare kept replaying in his head and he felt like screaming. you still weren’t answering.

“y/n,” he spoke voice raspy. “i know you’re in there open the door please.” he knocked again. nothing. he knocked one last time. “y/n please i need you open the door i can’t.” after a few moments of you not opening the door, he was going to walk away. but then you opened the door. “y/n.”

“bakugou go to bed,” you demanded with your arms crossed. 

“first its katsuki to you,” his voice was shaky. “and i can’t sleep.”

“not my problem,” you snorted ready to close the door on him but he held it open. 

“please. just let me in,” he begged. you sighed and moved out of the way to let him in. he sat down on the bed and pulled his knees to his chest. he was terrible at asking for this, usually you just caved and gave him the hugs and cuddles he needed but instead you just stood there. he looked up at you. he looked so tired. you wanted to hug him but after that outburst you didn’t think you should. “y/n?” he asked after a moment.

“yeah?”

“i’m sorry. for what i said earlier. you aren’t clingy. i mean you are but it’s not a bad thing. you keep me sane. i’m sorry.” 

“thanks for the apology but-”

“hold me please? i’m not good at this but i need it.”

you crossed your arms. “do you really think i’m that annoying? i’m sorry for it i just want to show you how much i love you but-”

“i don’t. i’m sorry. i’m sorry i’m making you question how you show me your love but please damn it. i know it’s gonna make you uncomfortable but i need a hug. please?” you nodded and sat next to him and held him tightly.

“we’ll get through this katsuki. tell me about your dream. talk it out.”

kirishima

you never in your wildest dreams believed that loving doting eijiro kirishima would make you feel insecure.

he loved you so much and not showing it wasn’t manly, according to him

but with the more dates he skipped out in favor of bakusquad hangouts

you weren’t so sure you were enough for him anymore

this was the third date this month kirishima missed. he stood you up and you were starting to think that the restaurant was going to stop letting you come back if you kept getting stood up. you texted him only for him to leave you on delivered. you texted sero asking about kirishima’s whereabouts for him to respond that they all went out to dinner. you were aghast. you really weren’t enough for him anymore, were you? the moment you got back to the dorm you got into bed, pulling the sheets close to your chest. he would rather be with anyone else but you, huh? you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. you were so wracked with sobs that they eventually rocked you to sleep. 

you woke up the next morning to your alarm for class. groaning you picked up your phone to turn the alarm off. you looked idly at your notifications. 23 texts and 4 missed calls from eijiro. you didn’t listen to the voicemails and all his texts were empty apologies. you didn’t bother opening them. instead you got ready for class and to join the rest of your classmates downstairs for breakfast. he sat next to you at the table as you silently ate your rice. it was quiet between you before he smiled at you brightly.

“so i know i missed our date last night, but i was thinking you and i could check out that botanical garden tonight? to make up for it, you love flowers-” you felt bad cutting off kirishima’s happy, excited proposition but you got up in the middle of his sentence.

“no thanks. i’m busy tonight.” you commented shortly. he blinked, smile faltering a little bit before returning.

“no worries! what about tomorrow? we have the day off from school and maybe we-”

“no. busy tomorrow too.” you cut him off again, cleaning your bowl despite momo’s objections that she would do it herself.

“seriously?” his tone was filled with dejection, his tall frame faltering a bit at that. you just nodded.

“ask bakugou,” you snorted, gathering your materials for class. 

“bakugou wouldn’t want to go. i asked you.”

“then ask kaminari,” you gave him a venom filled smile.

“hell yeah let’s go eijiro!” kaminari beamed. kirishima didn’t even fight to continue the plans. he just accepted that kaminari would be his new hangout buddy. fuming you left the dorm. kaminari winced. “what’s their problem?”

“they’re pissed because kirishima has been ditching them for us,” bakugou snapped, sipping his tea. kirishima’s brows furrowed.

“what? no they’d tell me.” kirishima wanted to shrug it off but something about bakugou’s accusation sat heavily on his chest.

“then why did they say no and tell you to go with kaminari? face it dumbass they think you don’t want them anymore.” that hit kiri like a bus. no. of course he wanted you! and only you! swallowing thickly he got up and ran to catch up to you. you couldn’t have gotten too far to campus. all he had to do was run. he caught up to you and called your name loudly. against your better judgement you sighed and stopped walking. he finally reached you and panted, wanting to speak but his windlessness prevented him from doing so.

“go-go out with me tonight please,” he begged through jagged breaths. 

“i told you i’m busy. besides you have more fun with your friends anyway,” you rolled your eyes and he grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly.

“i don’t want them i want you! i’m sorry i’m sorry i made you think that i wanted to spend more time with them than you i’ll be on my best behavior from now on! just don’t leave me don’t i don’t know what i’ll do whatever you ask i-”

“shut up,” you smiled and hugged him. 

#Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijiro #eijiro kirishima x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha fic #angst #bnha angst

[belliesandburps]

Our Favorites Handling Bellyaches - Part 2

I received plenty of asks about other characters responding to bellyaches, and so, here are another eight based off the characters requested!

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia):  Todoroki is canonically pretty gluttonous, just not ravenous.  So he won’t rapidly stuff his face like Bakugou or Kirishima, but he’ll steadily eat a lot and keep going with that neutral look on his soft face.  I imagine, for the most part, he doesn’t get stomach aches because he doesn’t overdo it often nor does he really change up his eating habits too much.  But from time to time, he’ll try new things which won’t always agree with him or eat just a wee bit too much.  If something he ate isn’t agreeing with him, he’ll be very subtle but blunt about it.  He’ll have this mild yet notable look of strain on his face while using his cold hand to rub his belly.  The cold side always helps to ease his stomach, which was what his mom used to do whenever lil Shoto got a tummyache as a kid.  This might cause a few gas bubbles to gurgle up his throat, but he tends to muffle those in his mouth.  Now, if he overate, he’s kind of winded.  Todoroki will head to his room and huff breathlessly as he tugs his shirt up and exposes his taut, rounded belly, feeling up just how drum-tight it is beneath his hands.  He’ll use both hands to massage his stomach in that instance; hot and cold, and try to use those abilities to ease his gut while he massages the overstuffed cramps away.  When he’s especially full, his burps get much deeper and louder.  If he muffles them, they rumble quite loudly in his cheeks, or if he really needs to get it out, he’ll throw his head back and expel a DEEP belch, which always leaves him huffing with relief after and muttering a small ‘excuse me.’  He tries not to bother Midoriya, but he absolutely loves it when Midoriya rubs his belly.  Midoriya’s touch is always deeply comforting for him and not only eases his stuffed stomach but also makes him feel safe and secure.  Plus, he finds a little amusement in how flustered Midoriya always gets rubbing his tum.

Tamaki Amajiki (My Hero Academia):  Given the way his ability works and the sheer anxiety he feels, Tamaki is incredibly prone to tummyaches.  Canonically, just thinking about something will make his stomach hurt.  Anxiety-induced tummyaches leave Tamaki whimpering and shivering fearfully as he crumbles to the ground cradling his gurgling gut, and whining that he wants to go home.  It’s...kind of the cutest freakin’ thing ever.  But given how his quirk relies on food, Tamaki will very often try new and exotic meals or eat things that don’t agree with one another, which gives him a really gnarly stomachache.  When that happens, Tamaki’s stomach is pressing out noticeably and rock-hard to the touch.  He’ll groan with a notably nauseous look on his face and find himself stifling a series of wet, gurgling belches, some of which he can’t hold in.  He gets very embarrassed about burping in public, but in these circumstances, he’s too nauseous to get anxious and nervous.  Instead, he’s resisting the urge to throw up, and desperately rubbing his belly to settle it down.  Fatgum or Mirio always suggest he drink some ginger ale to settle his tum down.  Problem is, ginger ale makes Tamaki burp REALLY loudly, and even if he’s nauseous, if he ends up letting out a HUGE burp out in public?  He may literally die from embarrassment.  Tamaki’s also a really hungry lad too, so he tends to overstuff himself from time to time.  If he does, he can sport a pretty sizable belly which he won’t admit feels REALLY satisfying, but less so if he overdid it and is suffering some seriously painful grumbles.  When Tamaki is full to the brim, he’ll whimper at the realization that his belly is very visibly bloated and everyone can see it.  He gets even more embarrassed when anyone wants to touch it or even rub it, making him whimper about wanting to crawl in his room and never leave.  But when he’s packed to the brim, he’ll use the powers he gained from whatever meat he consumed to more rigorously rub his belly, especially octopus tentacles.  Doing so works wonders for settling his stomach, but also makes him incredibly burpy.  He’ll try his best to stifle them but many will roll out of his mouth and be both throaty and surprisingly big.  Tamaki generally is a pretty burpy lad, simply because of how his stomach works to intensely process everything he eats for power.  And it’s part of why he dreads eating out with anyone.  But Kirishima and Fatgum are always amused or trying to top him, while Mirio just laughs and tells him he’s got skills.

Dabi (My Hero Academia):  Dabi’s canonically got a weak stomach.  He actually felt sick dealing with Spinner’s driving and complained about having a pretty bad stomachache.  Like Natsu, I think Dabi gets motion sick very easily.  He admits he doesn’t do well in cars, so I think the bumpier the ride the worse off he gets.  If the league is in a van together, Dabi will be in the corner, doing his best not to groan miserably while his stomach churns deeply and unpleasantly from how turbulent it’s getting.  He’ll be muffling really wet belches behind his fist, groaning after each one and mumbling that he feels like shit.  Sometimes, he’ll burp so hard that his stomach lurches and he has to clamp his mouth shut to keep from throwing up on the spot.  A good few times, the league has had to pull over so Dabi could rush out and puke off to the side of the road.  If he throws up, Dabi gets really pissed out and starts shouting at Spinner for being such an awful driver or getting mad at Shigaraki for not having Kurogiri transport them to where they need to be.  He hates showing weakness around the other villains, which is why he shows a lot of anger instead if he feels queasy.  As such, if Dabi overeats or drinks too much and gets full to the point where he feels sick, he’s less annoyed and just groggy.  He’ll slump back on his couch and unbutton his pants to give his belly some breathing room and really knead into his tight, bloated gut with both hands to try and settle it down.  When he’s full, he tends to have really deep burps, which he freely and shamelessly lets out.  Sometimes, he’ll slap the side of his bulging belly as hard as he can to let out the biggest burp he possibly can in an effort to bring whatever relief he can manage.  Dabi knows how to burp on cue, so he’ll often gulp down air and belch it back up to try and ease a lot of the pressure festering in his gut.  He also loves having his belly rubbed for any reason, so running your hands across his taut, distended middle will always help settle it down and leave him humming softly to your touch.  If he’s relaxed enough though, that can also get him ‘riled up’ for NSFW shenanigans.

Idia Shroud (Twisted Wonderland):  Idia is both canonically gluttonous and canonically works himself into getting some pretty gnarly tummyaches all the time.  The mere thought of having to be around people twists his poor tummy into knots that can make him sick.  When he works himself up, poor Idia will whimper and cradle his stomach while it gurgles in discomfort.  He’ll actually tear up a little bit and whine about needing to hide out back in his room, unless Ortho drags him back into place.  The little robot will offer to rub his big brother’s tummy to make it feel better or suggest they get something from Sam’s shop to help settle Idia’s stomach.  Idia will be a whimpering, whining mess either way.  He also tends to give himself really bad hiccups when he’s anxious and nauseous.  He gives these loud, adorably high-pitched hiccups that leave him whimpering and covering his mouth, tearfully worried that someone’s gonna get really annoyed with him for being so loud.  When he’s overstuffed because he ate way too much without even realizing it (as he tends to), Idia will groan and sit down on his bed, massaging his bulging belly and feeling it gurgle and churn heavily beneath his hand.  Idia’s natural warmth processes what he eats faster than most people, which gives his tummy a much softer, sloshier feel to it when he’s stuffed to the brim.  So when he rubs, he’ll actually knead into his temporary belly fat, crooning at how good it feels.  But being stuffed also makes him pretty burpy, especially when he’s just binged on a bunch of sweets, junk food or soda.  Any time he ever eats, he’s in his room. So, if he’s alone and he ends up letting out a huge burp, Idia will cover his mouth but actually giggle with amusement.  But if the Prefect is in there with him rubbing his belly when Idia burps, he’ll whimper and apologize profusely.  If he knows the Prefect likes ‘em, he’ll still whimper because he’s embarrassed about the way the surface of his soft, plush belly ripples when he burps really loudly.  The Prefect will insist that they like that too, and Idia be flustered because he’s not used to people being attracted to him, so he’ll try and hide behind his sleeves adorably or bite on his oversized sleeve anxiously. 

Venom (Spider-Man):  Venom is a ravenous eating machine, so there’s very, very, VERY little that can upset that perpetually hungry belly of his.  But one thing we canonically know doesn’t sit well in Venom’s stomach is other symbiotes OR extra spicy stuff.  So if Venom gobbles up another symbiote, he’ll store it in his belly trying to absorb it, but the thing will savagely thrash around inside of his belly, seeping out to the surface.  Doing so will make Venom very gassy, and he’ll end up burping uncontrollably while fighting to keep the rogue symbiote back down.  Sometimes, Venom will burp so hard that the symbiote will partially spew out of his slimy maw, only for Venom to grossly slurp it back up before it can escape.  If he has to hold it in long enough, it will make him very nauseous, to the point where his burps grow wetter and he ends up looking miserable and whining at Eddie to do something, which Eddie will just exasperatedly tell him this is entirely his fault.  When it comes to overeating, Venom literally can’t eat too much food to make himself sick.  Sooooo, the only overeating he does is if he ever tries to eat more than one person at once, or tries to eat a REALLY big enforcer.  So, if Venom has two dirtbags squirming and thrashing in his belly or just a really really REALLY big guy, Venom will be immobilized.  He’ll be sitting on his thick rump, groaning with his slimy tongue hanging out of his maw while his massive boulder of a belly thrashes around violently.  And the end result will leave Venom groaning and belching hard enough to shake the ground itself.  And if you think Venom has it bad now?  Wait til Eddie has to sleeve it off and wakes up to the mother of all bellyaches in the morning.  Venom is usually good about burping up the bones of his digested prey before letting Eddie take over, but Eddie will still be unbearably bloated and feel utterly nauseous when he awakes to this huge, taut belly that almost makes him look pregnant.  When that happens, Venom’s tendrils will slither out and rub Eddie’s aching belly all over to try and settle it down with Venom assuring him that they’re okay.  Eddie’s only response will be a record-shattering belch and a miserably groggy groan while Venom cackles and says he’s not too shabby for a human.

Rin Matsuoka (Free!):  This shark-toothed lad has an appetite to spare, and also gets stomachaches a lot from not being careful about when he swims after eating.  The latter has seen him throwing up from time to time.  But when he gets cramps from swimming too fast, his stomach feels harder and gurgles a very thick, acidic-sounding gurgle.  When that happens, Rin becomes a nauseous mess, groaning and muffling really wet-sounding burps, some of which he’ll just let out carelessly, too sick to care.  Haruka and or Makoto (dealers choice) usually try to help by rubbing his aching stomach sensually.  Sometimes, this helps quell the ache in his gut, sometimes, it’s too great to prevent him from spewing.  But he’ll always moan and lean into their touch, desperate to have his belly rubbed, even if it’s in vein, because it still feels amazing.  If Rin ate too much, his belly will be surging out and resting heavily against his pelvis, churning intensely and leaving Rin practically weighed down by his own gut.  Rin has a serious stomach capacity and he can be pretty shameless.  So when he’s overstuffed, Rin tends to burp a lot.  He’ll knead his bulging belly and push out some huge, rumbling belches that force their way up his throats for a good few seconds straight and end with him moaning with relief.  He’ll actually have a lot of pressure stored up from overeating.  So after one really good burp, a good few throaty ones will follow back to back after the biggest one, and usually end with a really long one to punctuate his fullness.  When that happens, Rin just smacks his lips and gives his belly a resounding slap of satisfaction, just feeling relieved at getting the pressure out, and no shame whatsoever.  He’s also a giant tease, so if he sees his partner blushing, he’ll flash them a wink and ask them if they enjoyed the show.

Shiki Granbell (Edens Zero):  The precious friend-loving boi is wild to his core and extremely excitable.  And since he’s a gravity-defying powerhouse, he doesn’t get motion sick at all.  He DOES, however, make the mistake of eating too much and flipping upside down.  When that happens, poor Shiki’s tummy will be giving him all manner of grief.  It will feel rock hard and visibly bloated, and Shiki will be a mess, whimpering and burping in his fist while whining about how much his belly hurts.  When he does, he’s practically begging Rebecca to rub his tummy.  Soon as she does, he’ll turn into a freakin’ puppy, the way he smiles and rests against Rebecca’s sides.  That look of happy contentment on his face is all the reason Rebecca needs to gently massage his aching belly, no matter how many times she warns Shiki to stop and think before using his powers after eating.  He’s also a very hungry lad, and as such, has overstuffed himself time and time again.  This usually leaves his belly big and rounded, sitting heavily on his lap and sloshing heartily from how hyperactive his digestive system is.  When he’s stuffed, he tends to get really big, rumbling burps that leave him huffing after they end, but he’ll still whine about his belly hurting.  Rebecca will remind him that it’s his own fault for eating so much, but all he has to do is whimper pitifully to unwittingly win her over to start rubbing his belly.  Like before, he’s very docile and contented when her hands are on his stomach.  But if he’s stuffed, Shiki tends to burp really loudly to relieve the pressure in his rounded stomach, which always leaves Rebecca staring blankly and asking Shiki to excuse himself.  He’ll just shrug and complain that he can’t help it.  And then he’ll usually punctuate it by thumping his chest and letting out a HUGE burp that leaves him sighing with relief.  But when he sees Rebecca’s eye start to twitch, theeeen he’ll sheepishly mutter a small “s’cuse me... ^^;”

Inuyasha (Inuyasha):  Inuyasha’s a bit of a shameless, greedy pig.  So he tends to overeat often or eat things he shouldn’t.  In the latter’s case, Inuyasha’s stomach will be very noisy, churning up a storm and leaving him grimacing with discomfort.  He’ll complain about his gut hurting, really kneading into his stomach, then telling Kagome to rub his belly...before faceplanting when she barks at him to “SIT!” for making demands.  After that, he’ll growl but groan at how much worse his stomach feels from the sudden smash he was forced to do because of his beads.  Then he’ll groggily yet begrudgingly ask “very nicely” if Kagome can rub his belly.  When she does, despite his crass attitude, he’ll pant happily, letting his tongue hang out at how good it feels having his hard, churning stomach tended to by Kagome.  If he overeats to the point where he gives himself a gnarly bellyache, he’ll be stuffed with a huge, medicine ball of a belly, one that’s forced his robes open while it weighs heavily on his lap.  In cases like that where Inuyasha is full to the brim, he’ll knead his giant belly with his palms and claws and work up some of the largest belches he can manage.  Kagome will get annoyed and tell him to stop being so gross, but Inuyasha will complain he can’t help it, he’s too full and needs to ease the pressure somehow.  He’ll really knead and press into his belly too, making his fingers sink into his soft, currently sloshy gut to force up some huge, throaty belches.  In fact, if Kagome complains that Inuyasha’s being gross, he’ll make it a point to make himself burp louder and more frequently just to troll her, especially since he knows if she uses the curse against him when he’s that bloated, he may be sick and even she doesn’t want that.......she’ll totally get back at him after he finishes digesting his heavy meal though...

And that’s your lot!  If you guys have any more characters you wanna see write ups for, hit up my ask box!  :)

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[skullstarz]

bakusquad hangout night!

-> ashido mina, sero hanta, kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, and bakugo katsuki x gn!reader (separately)

once again, the idea, in my head, is frickin god tier and the execution? whoever told her she was cute was lying to her, she's nothing of the sort 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ hate this shit

warnings: denki's is kinda gross LOL, sero's has weed/smoking, overall lots of swearing !!

word count: 181 (mina), 186 (sero), 183 (kami), 185 (kiri), 188 (baku).

alternative title: lemme show you a micropenis

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with the school week coming to an end, kaminari, sero, kirishima, and ashido decided to have a fun night, dragging you and bakugo with them, whether you wanted to join in or not. everyone got in their pajamas, bringing snacks and various activities with them. when you got there, everyone’s doing something different. who’re you joining?

ashido, trying to paint the boys’ nails

✿ well, at first it was just her nails that she was painting

✿ but she finished quickly and she was all sad

✿ “DAMN that was speedy as fuck iida aint got nothin on me but what tf do i do now”

✿ then she starts painting the boys’ nails

✿ started with kirishima but he was tryna fight an enderman and he got nail polish all over his thumb LOL

✿ when you join in you get denki to pull out cards with one hand so that you guys could paint the other

✿ gave him yellow nails with a black middle finger nail and honestly he’s liking it

✿ you two go around trying to paint the boys’ nails and running away from bakugo, before settling down in the middle of the room

✿ kirishima just got red nails, sero’s were multi colored, and bakugo allowed black nails but ONLY black nails

✿ you decide to add details to her painted nails as she plays with your hair, and you two end up watching the tv together cuddled up in a blanket for the rest of the night.

sero, smoking out of the window on the bed

✿he was getting pretty lonely smoking that blunt by himself QQ

✿ but i mean the weed was delectable, chefs kiss 10/10 soooo he didn't mind

✿ he had the company of his tiktok for you page (and this mans is on DEEPTOK so yk that shit’s trippy as fuck)

✿ when you joined in he was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer to watch videos together

✿ which meant every time you exhaled the smoke out of the window BEHIND you guys you had to turn your face towards him which made for some very,, unintentionally intimate moments

✿ “stop kissing over there!!” ashido would laugh every now and then, only leading to you being very flustered and sero yelling “we aren’t kissing!!!”

✿ you were indirectly kissing though, you were sharing a blunt

✿ might as well kiss already anyways >3< pucker up serito

✿ no matter what your tolerance to weed is, you ended up smoking wayyyy too much, but you were having a good time nonetheless.

✿ he took care of you the rest of the night, covering you, bringing you snacks and drinks, etc.

kaminari, playing cah by himself

✿ no one wanted to play cards against humanity with him so he just played by himself

✿ anyone else watching the scene would say it was sad he was playing by himself but he was honestly having so much fun

✿ when you walked in he was cackling loudly, and when you joined him you asked what he was laughing about.

✿ he showed you a group of three cards that said “the entire internet: hours of fun. easy to use. perfect for a cat video so cute that your eyes roll back and your spine slides out of your anus!”

✿ what the FUCK is goin on man 🧍‍♀️

✿ you bet that you could beat him if you guys played together and so the battle started

✿ “hey baby, come back to my place and i’ll show you a micropenis” was his best one, but you won the game withhhh

✿ “when i was tripping on acid, a cooler full of organs turned into free samples.”

✿ it was so gross but fun, and you guys laughed the whole time as you continued, and the game lasted the whole night.

kirishima, playing minecraft poorly

✿ when you walked in, mans was tryna beat an enderman with his LIL BLOCK FISTS

✿ you laughed and joined him, and once the enderman killed him you reminded him that he has to make a sword

✿ he hadn't even made a little hut at that point, he was just wandering around

✿ and he thought he could beat the frickin ENDERDRAGON LIKE THAT

✿as if,, his irl quirk,, would translate into minecraft,, um,,

✿ you start playing on separate controllers and you two became cute lil adventurers together !!

✿ the amount of villages you guys raided together before finally settling on a flower biome (!!) is too many to count

✿ you guys even got dogs and named them pebble, rock, and boulder !! cutest in da world

✿ he did lots of hunting and defending your little base cause he thought it was the manliest

✿ you did lots of farming and building, along with, well, pretty much everything else

✿ you guys would go mining together and he’d always share the ores and such that he got

✿ cute lil domestic minecraft playing. you guys stayed up the whole night playing the game

bakugo, grumbling to himself in a corner

✿ he did NOT wanna be there bruh

✿ he was just in the mf corner, moaning and groaning about how this wasn't fun at all and he wanted to go to bed

✿ then you came and sat next to him and started talking

✿ as much as he enjoys your company he still felt like he had to do something or he was gonna fall asleep

✿ you two ended up leaving the group anyways, going over to the kitchen as you guys looked for something to cook or eat

✿ he decided to cook up some late night instant ramen and when he finished you guys sat on the counter and ate it together

✿ you burned your tongue a couple times and he told you to stop acting like the food’s running away from you

✿ fuckin bitch LMAO but he also bit his tongue so he got what he deserved

✿ you guys talked about everything and nothing, at times the conversation actually getting really deep, like what he genuinely wants for the future

✿ in the end, you got to spend a nice night talking with each other over some bomb ramen

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