#aged up denki kaminari

[enigma-and-oasis]

Smutfics for Izuku Midoriya (and Denki Kaminari) BNHA (Rated 18+, all characters are aged-up)

1. Natural Instinct - Boxer!Izuku AU series

2. Number 1 Pro-BDSM (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

3. Sinnamon Dekubowl (Izuku Midoriya x neighbor!reader)

4. My boyfriend is a freak and a pro hero (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

5. The sexual adventures of Izuku Midoriya and his partner (Izuku Midoriya x female/male reader)

6. Gardener!Izuku Midoriya x reader

7. Mr. & Mrs. Midoriya: An erotic divorce (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

8. Gym's horny (Personal Trainer! Izuku Midoriya x female reader)

9. The Dekubowl Smut (Izuku Midoriya x readers/canon characters)

10. I will keep you in the ring if you let me fuck you and your girl (Reader x Izuku Midoriya x Kaminari Denki)

11. Chargebolt is a frisky hero (Kaminari Denki x Female reader)

12. He’s a pornstar!? (Kaminari Denki x reader)

13. The Handyman is fine as hell (Kaminari Denki x reader)

14. Something about that Hero (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

15. Such a rare pairing (Izuku Midoriya x reader x Kaminari Denki)

[cei1ne]

—How the MHA men would react to you wiping their kiss as a a prank!

დ”*•.Summary:

Reaction of male My hero academia character of you wiped their kiss after they had kissed your lips

◌⑅⃝♡⋆Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki ; Denki Kaminari ; Kirishima Eijirou ; Sero Hanta ; Shoto Todoroki

✩•̩̩͙*˚Tags: Fluff, funny, prank, loving, married life, aged up, kissing

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰Wordcount: 1.3k

❧◦°˚A/N:

I hope I included the very important sexy men ‌​and maybe I’ll do a part two but I’m not very famous right now but I think I will but also please don’t forget this is one of my first ‘story’? And English isn’t my first language! Ily guys!

Pt. 2. Masterlist

ᰔ ᩚ| Bakugou Katsuki (After he comes home from work)

The front door slammed, signaling Katsuki’s return from work. His heavy boots thudded against the floor as he dropped his bag and ran a hand through his messy hair. His usual scowl was deeper than usual—clearly, it had been one of those days. You greeted him with a soft smile, moving closer to help him shed his jacket.

“Tch, don’t bother,” he grumbled, but his tone lacked its usual bite.

“Well, hello to you too,” you teased, standing on your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He froze for a second, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he leaned into the kiss. It was sweet, rare, and enough to make his bad day feel distant. But the moment he pulled back, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated grimace.

“Ugh,” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear. “Tastes like explosions.”

His crimson eyes narrowed, and his brow twitched. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?!”

“I don’t know,” you said with a casual shrug. “It’s like… smoky. A little bitter, maybe.”

His mouth opened as if to yell, but then he stopped, his expression shifting from irritation to disbelief. “Are you messing with me right now?”

You tried to keep a straight face, but the smirk tugging at your lips gave you away. “Maybe.”

Katsuki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re a real pain, you know that?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so sensitive!” you teased, poking his chest. “You’re not mad, are you?”

He scoffed, but the tips of his ears turned red. “Mad? Tch. Please. I don’t care.”

But as he turned away, you caught him muttering, “Next time, I’m making you taste like explosions.”

ঞ| Denki Kaminari (After he gives you a gift)

Denki burst into the room, grinning from ear to ear as he held a small, brightly wrapped box. “Guess what I got you!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing in place.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Hmm, is it a puppy?”

“Better,” he said with a wink, handing you the box. Inside was a handmade bracelet, colorful and slightly mismatched, with beads spelling out your name and his. It was endearing and so Denki.

“Aw, Denki! It’s adorable,” you said, slipping it onto your wrist. “Thank you!”

Unable to contain your excitement, you leaned in and kissed him. He melted instantly, his cheeks glowing pink. But as soon as you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated motion.

His face fell immediately. “Wait… what was that?”

“Just… something tasted off,” you said, feigning confusion.

His eyes widened in horror. “Off?! Like, bad? Oh no, am I a bad kisser?!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as he started pacing, mumbling to himself. “Maybe I need to brush my teeth more. Or chew mint gum before—”

“Kaminari, relax,” you interrupted, unable to hold it in anymore. “I’m joking.”

He froze mid-step, blinking at you. “Joking? You mean… I don’t taste bad?”

“Of course not! You’re fine, idiot.”

Relief washed over his face, followed by a mischievous grin. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”

Before you could react, he tackled you onto the couch, peppering your face with kisses. “Let’s see if you wipe these off too!”

ஐ| Kirishima Eijirou (While working out together)

The gym echoed with the sound of weights clinking and Kirishima’s encouraging voice. “C’mon, just one more set! You’ve got this!”

You groaned, your arms trembling as you completed the last rep. “Done!” you announced, dropping the weights and collapsing onto the bench.

Kirishima laughed, offering you a water bottle. “Good work, babe. You’re getting stronger every day.”

“Thanks, coach,” you teased, taking a long sip. He leaned in, his red hair falling slightly over his eyes, and kissed you. It was quick and sweet, but as soon as he pulled away, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated grimace.

His smile faltered. “Uh… what’s wrong?”

“Just… sweaty,” you said, wrinkling your nose.

His face turned red, and not from exertion. “Wait, I’m sweaty?!”

“Yeah, kinda gross,” you added, biting back a laugh.

For a moment, he looked genuinely hurt, his hand subconsciously touching his lips. “I—I didn’t think I was that bad…”

Unable to take it any longer, you burst out laughing. “Eijirou, I’m kidding! You’re fine.”

Realization dawned on his face, and he broke into a wide grin. “Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?”

Before you could escape, he grabbed you, pulling you into a bear hug. “If I’m sweaty, you’re gonna be too!”

“No, Eijirou, stop!” you laughed, squirming in his arms. But he just held you tighter, his laughter joining yours.

❦| Sero Hanta (While watching a movie)

You and Sero were sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by snacks and watching a cheesy rom-com he insisted on. His arm was casually draped over your shoulders, and every so often, he’d glance at you to check if you were enjoying the film. As the leads leaned in for a dramatic kiss on screen, Sero smirked and turned to you.

“Bet you didn’t know I can do it better,” he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. It was sweet and unhurried, his grin lingering even as he pulled back.

You wiped your mouth dramatically with the back of your hand, scrunching your face. “Ugh.”

Sero blinked, confused. “Uh… what was that?”

“Just… felt sticky. Like tape residue or something,” you said, fighting the urge to laugh.

His jaw dropped, and he let out an exaggerated gasp. “Oh, no you didn’t. Are you saying I kiss like tape?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe.”

He stared at you for a moment before his lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Okay, you’re asking for it now.”

Before you could react, he launched himself at you, pinning you down on the couch and peppering your face with kisses. “Let’s see if you can wipe all these off, huh?”

“Stop! Hanta!” you laughed, squirming beneath him, but he only laughed harder.

Shoto Todoroki (During a quiet moment in the garden)

The garden was peaceful, the air filled with the soft scent of flowers and the warmth of the sun. Shoto sat beside you on the bench, his mismatched eyes fixed on the petals of a nearby bloom. You loved moments like this, where his normally stoic demeanor softened into something tender.

“Thanks for bringing me out here,” you said, leaning in to kiss him gently. He returned it, his lips cool against yours, and for a moment, the world seemed still.

But as soon as you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated frown.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Mm, kind of tastes… icy,” you said, smirking. “Like kissing a popsicle.”

He blinked, his face expressionless, but you could see the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips. “You knew I was cold, and you kissed me anyway. Complaining now seems counterproductive.”

You burst out laughing, and his smirk became more evident. “You’re such a troll,” you teased.

“I’m simply stating the facts,” he replied, but there was a rare glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Next time, I’ll use the hot side.”

[love-me-satoru]

Body worship

i love denki kaminari mg i think this just fits him for some reason

aged up! denki

warnings: smut,denki being a tease, pussy eating

Denki loves to worship you. your body everything about you. He’s been teasing you for the last two hours.

“Denki, Please..”

“Please what sweetheart?”

“Want more please..”

“Not yet baby. I’m not done yet.”

you’ve been laying in bed naked. dripping on to the bed. Denki has been running his soft hands all over your body. Leaving soft kisses randomly on your body. when you start whining.

“Denki..”

“Don’t worry baby. I got you”

he places himself in between your legs kissing slowly up your legs biting your things then finally meeting your core. licking a long stripe along your cunt catching your clit in between his teeth.

“Denki!” you moan out.

he’s sucking and licking through your folds you’re pulling on his hair trying to pull him even closer to your cunt. he’s sucking hard on your little nub.

“wanna cum please!”

“cum for me baby”

You came all over his face pulling him even closer to you. riding his face hard. when your high was fading you let go of his hair. that man makes you go dumb. and you love that.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“want.. more” you said half asleep.

“wake up for me and i’ll give you more baby.”

a/n: the ending was rushed im sorry. lmk if you want more of Denki. 💛

[soppingwetlegs]

MHA HeadCannons x fem reader (AgedUp!MHA guys (early 20’s))

Jealousy jealousy jealousy

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*********Katsuki Bakugo*********

soooo handsy, the moment he sees literally anyone looking at you he’s grabbing your waist, your ass, your hands, anywhere he can touch.

he will definitely full blown make out with you while making direct eye contact with the person looking at you.

“do you wanna die?!”

“the fuck are you lookin’ at, extra?!”

death glares every person you walk passed to make sure their eyes stay where they should be.

“I will obliterate you with you no hesitation.”

“You know you’re mine, right?” Of course you do, you smile and kiss his cheek.

“I’m gonna make you wear a bag over your head next time we go out.” he’s joking obviously…kinda..

absolutely NO hesitation to blow up on some rando in your Instagram comments. “WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU COMMENTING ON MY WOMANS STUFF?! I WILL FIND YOU I PROMISE!!!”

loves to post himself on your social media stories, whether it be pics of him kissing you, holding your hand, his hand on your ass, you sleeping on his chest, etc. he’ll always caption it “just reminding her followers to stay in their fucking place. 💣”

definitely gives toxic vibes but he means well, wouldn’t be bakugo without a smidge of toxicity.

“I love you, woman…but dammit I wish you were ugly sometimes..”

**********Izuku Midoriya*********

honestly it takes a lot to make Deku jealous, he’s very comfortable with people looking at you because he sees it as admiration and takes it as a compliment.

sometimes people push his limits though.

“oh wow, that man has been staring at you for a while.” He’ll say as he moves to block you from the strangers eyes.

“excuse me, sir. you’re staring at my girlfriend, i know she’s beautiful, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that anymore, please.”

handsy but not too crazy about it, he’ll rest his hand on the small of your back or take your hand in his when he sees too many wandering eyes.

will always stand in front of you if you have to adjust any part of your outfit.

doesn’t hesitate to grab something for you to prevent you from bending over. “oops, no need to give anyone a show, they don’t deserve. I’ve got it, beautiful.”

ensures that the waiter at any restaurant you two eat at talks to him the most, he has no problem ordering for you.

“I feel like he hasn’t said a word to me since we got here. I’m still gonna tip him 20% of course, but I am not happy about it.”

always encourages you to wear his clothes when you go out by yourself. “I’m not jealous! I just think you’d be more comfortable in my shirt is all!”

prefers to stay in on date nights.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m starting to think it’s a curse.”

**********Eijiro Kirishima*********

genuinely finds humor in his own jealousy.

“what the hell is that guy looking at?”

loves PDA and will sometimes take it a bit too far and piss you off. only for a sec though. “sorry, babe…too much?”

he will absolutely walk over to the person checking you out and talk with them about how hot you are, encouraging them to flirt with you before walking over to you with them and laughing in their face when you tell them he’s your boyfriend.

“HAHAHA dude you totally fell for it! now keep your eyes to yourself, perv.”

love love loves when you wear revealing clothes for a date night just so he can be mean to strangers.

smirks at people checking you out before pulling you into a kiss.

“hey man, MY eyes are up here. got something to say?”

Denki is truly his biggest opp. “Dude I promise I will break every bone in your body if you keep looking at my girl like that.”

will carry you over his shoulder when there’s too many people looking at you. “alright, shows over everyone! let’s get the hell out of here”

“man how did i bag such a babe like you? it’s kinda infuriating.”

*********Denki Kaminari*********

literally doesn’t get jealous. just agrees with everyone that compliments or flirts with you.

“I know dude, she IS so hot.”

will purposely point at your cleavage and give a thumbs up to anyone looking.

everyone tries to mess with him but it just doesn’t work out.

“she’s way too hot for you, sparky.” he laughs “man, tell me about it!”

posts you all over his social media, treats you like an actual prize.

“how did i get so lucky?!😍🔥” “guys look how hot my girl is!!!” “she is unreal”

makes sure everyone looks at you at least once when you wear a dress or anything slightly revealing. “have you guys seen her?! I mean look at that!!”

he’s literally the biggest green flag ever.

loves to shower you with compliments and affection at any given time.

“I’m so lucky you’re mine…”

not jealous of literally anybody…except Shinso. “dude don’t smirk at my girl…”

***these were so fun to do omg. sorry if they don’t seem super accurate but they make so much sense in my mind lmfao***

[a-sound-sol]

SELF SABOTAGE // Denki Kaminari x reader

m.list

synopsis: Denki is pushing everyone away post-war, reader won't let him :)

cw: sadness, hurt/comfort, depression, isolation

inspo: self-sabotage by waterparks!

Ring ring ring

Denki hears his phone buzz as he lifts his head from under the nice warm comforter. He had been sleeping a lot lately, more than usual. He picks up his phone and glances at the screen with half open eyes. It's you, his best friend and significant other.

He's hesitant to answer, but he does.

"Hey my love, are you almost ready for our date today?" your tone is hopeful over the phone. You two haven't gone out on your own in a while, and you miss him.

"Oh... about that..." his voice is groggy and lacking enthusiasm. You brace yourself.

"It's okay Denki, I understand." you try not to sound too disappointed. Your partner hadn't been around you much lately, and you were starting to worry.

At first, you thought maybe it was something you had done. Then, as the weeks went on, you noticed he was isolating from his friends too. Retreating into himself. He was lacking confidence, his usual charisma, and the smile he always wore.

When you ask him about it, he doesn't give you a real answer. He says he's tired.

But he's been 'tired' for a month and a half now.

"We don't have to go on a date, but can I come over? I miss your face." you practically beg.

"If you want, sure" he replies shortly. After you agree to go to his place, he covers himself in his blankets once again.

When you see him, you can't help but feel concerned immediately. His eyes were heavy and his face was pale. He looked exhausted. You think that maybe he was telling the truth, that he was just tired.

But, when you get closer, you see something else in those eyes. It's pain. It's anger. Sadness. You see the swirls of emotions turning through, paired with an emotionless face to hide it all away.

That's when it clicks for you; Denki Kaminari, human sunshine, is depressed. When the war first ended, you were all in shock. But Denki kept his usual jokes cracking where he could. He seemed alright - even when you asked him to make sure he was doing okay. You realize now that he was lying through his teeth.

"Denki..." you whisper as you crawl into bed next to him. You wrap an arm across his chest and face him, laying on your side as he lays on his back, eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Sorry it's kind of dark in here" he mutters.

You shake your head and look at his face. You examine each part of him, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek. "I don't mind the dark when it's with you."

He cracks a small smile, but it fades quickly. He breathes deeply and you feel his chest rise and fall beneath your arm.

"I love you Denki." you whisper to him, "and I don't care what it is you're carrying, you don't need to do it alone."

"Everything feels so heavy," he says after a beat of silence.

"It doesn't have to be heavy if you let me carry it with you." you smile slightly but keep your eyes locked on his.

"I'm sorry I'm such a mess" he sighs.

"Messes get cleaned up faster in groups, don't you think?" You smile again and close your eyes as you rest your chin against his chest.

"Why don't we call our friends up for a movie night? Being around them could be fun" you suggest.

"... can we make it a pajama party?" he asks, peaking at you from behind his heavy eyes.

"Of course, but you should probably shower first. Don't want them to do you dirty like you did Izuku" you start to giggle, and that breaks him in the best way. He smiles, his first genuine smile in weeks.

"I love you" he breathes.

"I love you more" you press a kiss to his nose.

"I love you most" he smiles again.

“We’ll be okay, I’ve got you” you whisper before pulling him in for a tight hug.

[slurpyboii]

Todokami fantasy yuri... see my vision...

[thatonefandomjumper]

You ever just read a fanfic that rots your brain so much that you had no choice but to make a comic out of it? Yeah.

Anyway, here's the first 1000 words of A Mirror in the Dark by Fastern on Ao3 illustrated.

(Click for better quality)

I know I could have picked some sort of big scene to illustrate, but idk man, I felt like going from the beginning even if it doesn't seem like much is happening. Trust me when I say this is the best Traitor Kaminari fic I have ever read. My initial plan was to do the whole first chapter but then I realized I didn´t have infinite time so have these 8 pages instead!

Anyway, go read the fic right now. You will not be disappointed.

[syngasm]

“ OUTTA TOUCH “

includes ; my goat tenya iida, open relationship kirikami, virgin tenya

pairing : eijirou x kaminari x tenya

—————-

Tenya’s eye twitched, staring blankly forward at the television as Eijirou held Kaminari close, whispering his ear and kissing along his jawline.

To be fair, the four, including Izuku, decided to split an apartment. The three were much closer to each other than Tenya, but the raven hair was suggested when they all pivoted at the point where they didn’t want to pay much for rent. Tenya however seemed to be better off than the other three, or at least much more than they let on.

Eijirou and Kaminari had allowed themselves to be openly affectionate during the morning, Tenya worked hours as a pro hero, following his brother, and Izuku as a teacher, it was usually just them in the house on days Kaminari they both had off, which was contrast to Izuku’s every working weekday, and Tenya’s working as much as possible.

“Hey, Iida!” Eijirou noticed his existence, nudging him on the couch. “Eijirou.” Tenya spoke, his voice coarse. Kaminari watched with careful eyes, lingering amongst their faces.

“So, while Midobro isn’t here, I have a weird..question.” Tenya’s eyes bored over to Eijirou’s face to look at his actual features as he introduced the nature of his question.

He wondered quickly about what he would ask, maybe the question he’d been wondering all day, why is he here? Just in general, what made Izuku ask him to move in with them. Tenya’s lips parted as he noticed Eijirou didn’t seem to be ready to say anything.

“Are you a virgin?”

Tenya blinked, almost frozen in time. “What?” It came out fast, like he had never spoken english before. Kaminari averted his eyes, looking at the TV.

“I won’t judge! Denki wanted to know, really- Ow!” Kaminari slapped his arm, not looking at his face. “You fucking asked me! You said ‘Kami, do you think Iida has a girlfriend?’ and I said ‘Probably not, he never brings anyone around’ and then you said..”

Tenya got lost somewhere in that conversation, did he seem lonely? He didn’t feel lonely, their apartment only had two bedrooms, and he shared his with Izuku. Izuku was a good roommate, he was cleanly and..

No, Tenya, he was getting distracted, he synced back into the conversation. “and then you said ‘Maybe he’s a virgin!’”

Tenya tenses, he missed most of the conversation. He tends to do that nowadays. Eijirou rolls his eyes. “Basically, he asked. Anyways, are you?” Tenya squinted, attempting to remember.

“You can..touch me, y’know.” She said, guiding Tenya’s hand to her chest, to which he pulled away quickly at the sound of the front door opening in his head. No one came in, he worried nonetheless. “Maybe another time!” He then quickly put his hoodie and shoes on, then left.

That was his only even slightly sexual encounter, not counting the girl at the amusement park who strapped in his belt and touched his lower stomach, to which he jerked to for weeks.

Eijirou looked slightly concerned at Tenya, which alerted him that he had zoned out again. “Oh, sorry. I’m a virgin, yes.” He said, really trying to pull back the blush from his cheeks.

“Are you gay?” Kaminari asks, leaning forward and looking up at Tenya.

“Do you like me?” The boy asked, Tenya’s best friend at the time. “Of course I do! You’re my best friend.” He smiled softly as he held his hand. The boy leaned in and kissed Tenya hard. His eyes widened, out of shock, he pushed the boy to the ground, then ran away blushing.

“I don’t know..?” He scratched the back of his neck, never really labeling himself had not paid off like Jirou said.

Eijirou looked over to Denki, it was almost as though they had a conversation wordlessly.

Tenya turned his attention back to the television, and played with his fingers absently.

“Would you fuck us?” Eijirou asks, both his and Denki’s eyes reading over him. “We’re both switches, but as soon as I wanna top, Kami wants to top, and you’re not very busy-“ Kaminari hits Eijirou yet again, making him yelp.

“Basically, we need a submissive. Midoriya is in a relationship with Kats, Sero is a top, and Todoroki is apparently straight?”

Tenya blinks slowly yet again, very slowly comprehending the offer. “What.” he repeated the same as earlier, then as it hit him, his eyes widened. “You both wanna have sex with me?”

Kaminari nods and Eijirou smiles. They weren’t kidding. Tenya’s mouth went dry, he didn’t have much of a reason to say no, so he just nodded.

“Okay.”

Eijirou clasped his hands together. “We got an okay!” Kaminari takes his wrist and walks him to their shared bedroom. “Right now?” Eijirou hums in confirmation as he pushes Tenya’s back.

——

Tenya covered his chest with how Eijirou and Kaminari looked at him in hunger. “Look at him, Eij.” Kaminari grins, running his hands through the raven strands of soft hair. “He’s so pretty.” Eijirou leans down, and kisses along the strong jawline. “Shit, and he’s sweet.”

Kaminari’s eyes travel along the nipping marks that Eijirou left, smiling as he continues to play in his hair. “Iida.. how are you a virgin?”

“I just usually say no.” He says, his hands leaving his pecs and rubbing his arm. “We’re special, Eiji. Now we’ve really gotta make it special for him.” Kaminari lowers his tented boxers, his cock springing free and slapping Tenya’s chin, the light yellow pubes stick out to Tenya’s receptors.

He sways his hips, slapping Tenya’s cheek with his hard length. “You gonna open up for him, Pretty?” Tenya parted his lips as Eijirou egged him on, Eijirou grabbed hold of Kaminari’s length and guided him into his mouth.

“Oh shit, it’s so warm.” Kaminari moans, he tugs on Tenya’s short hair.

Beginning at a slow pace, he thrusts into his mouth. Eijirou stands beside Kaminari, Tenya slowly takes his cock into his hand, stroking it at the same pace Kaminari holds with his mouth.

Eijirou’s whine comes out strangled, Kaminari turns his face to kiss his boyfriend, it’s a sloppy kiss, jyet Tenya can feel his own length twitch at the sight.

“Shit, your mouth, Iida-!” The pace quickens, Kaminari chasing his peak. Eijirou hissed at how quickly Tenya’s hand moved now, taken aback momentarily before rolling his hips into his hand.

Tenya let out an attempted sentence, the vibrations has Kaminari’s eyes rolling back. There’s a moment, a singular moment before Kaminari’s length is spurting cum down his throat.

It’s a loud cry that follows suit, which has Tenya making a mental note of Kaminari’s loud orgasms, as he swallows and makes a sour expression. “Hope you’re ready, Ten-ya.” Eijirou says teasingly, and it makes Tenya question whether he is ready.

——

He, in fact, was not ready.

Eijirou pushed him to the middle of the bed, capturing him in a mating press, which he wasn’t ready for.

Kaminari’s cock flooded his throat yet again as he turned his face to the side so he could use it, which he wasn’t ready for.

Eijirou was vocal, he made sure to tell Tenya exactly how it felt, as Kaminari could only moan i groan as he fucked his throat.

“T-Tenya!”. Eijirou gasped. “F-Fucking swallowing me up, aw fuck!” His hips began to stutter but he showed no signs of stopping. The clap of skin to skin was pornographic, which only spurred Tenya’s cock to dribble with precum even more.

He let out whines around Kaminari’s length, which was more than he usually stretched his mouth to fit. Both boys were abnormally thick, which had Tenya known..

He would’ve still said yes.

“I’m gonna nut in you, gonna fucking nut in your tight little ass.” he growled into Tenya’s ear, just hearing it sent Kaminari over the edge, groaning as he shot down Tenya’s throat.

Kaminari pulled out from his throat, overstimulated. He collapsed beside Tenya. The mating press only deepened, Eijirou took that as an opportunity to connect his lips to Tenya’s, as he bred the boy’s hole full.

——

Eijirou sat up beside Tenya, and just stroked his hair, Kaminari laid on his chest. “Next time, I wanna fuck him.” It’s more to Eijirou than Tenya, who just smiles warmly.

[meganwiththeknees]

Introduction

This story actually has two owners, meganwiththeknees and ethvera. Meganwiththeknees controls the A03 account while ethvera controls the Tumblr page, which is this!

Distant Chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

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[thisisxli]

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. - 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊. 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛/𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛)

Rs: Denki Kaminari x GN!Reader (afab/amab)

Warnings: unrequited love, ANGST

Tags: reader is shitty at feelings, reader is SUCH a good friend.. Denki is kind of oblivious, happy ending but not rlly

Summary: You set your eyes on a certain yellow blonde haired man but you learn that he was never yours for you to set on.

wc: 0.3k

When you first met him, he didn't seem too bright at first. More or so, a lot dense than a person should be.

It wasn't until the sports festival, he about nearly had you foaming in the mouth when he used his quirk on you. That was when you took the time to actually get to know him. Denki Kaminari, the boy who became the sunshine of your day.

You didn't even realize how much you liked him until the license exams. He's gotten stronger. And he got better gears for his hero costume. You were basically his number one fan girl when you saw him in action; but of course, you didn't show it. Not at all. You never shown one ounce of emotion besides visibly showing how annoyed you got from his stupids antics. Sure, he wasn't the top at the class or the best at using their quirks like Bakugou, Todoroki, or even Midoriya. But you still admired him so much, regardless of those facts. And sure, he was pervy like Mineta but he backed off. You respected him for that. At training camp, one of the villains nearly hit you with their quirk, just before Denki came in and carried you away as your other classmates fend them off and helped others to safety. You weren't even sure if that was the first time you caught feelings. But in that moment, it was as if time stopped.

Denki stands at the alter, looking up when you come into view. His face turns into an expression of surprise for a moment before softening, smiling gently at you as you walk up in the aisle. You smile back at him, your heart fluttering in your chest, taking in his suit. He looked really good in a suit. You're just glad you got to see him like this.

Quickly following after you, was Jirou and her aging father. You detach from someone's arm as you walk to stand beside the alter. Your eyes follow Jirou the whole time, watching her step up the steps and slide her fingers through his. You watch through everything. And when they officially get declared husband and wife, you smile. Denki looks to you, mouthing the words, 'thank you.' Yes, thank you for making them realize their feelings for each other when you guys were in high school. You nod your head and clap along with the others, laughing heartedly when he looks away, a single tear slipping from your eye.

a/n: I hope you liked reading this angst. :) if you enjoyed this work, you can read more in my masterlist. <3

[enigma-and-oasis]

That KiriKami oneshot I hope you still plan to write because the way it looks, sheesh! I always headcanon Kirishima as a dom and a total top. But I wouldn't mind seeing Kirishima switching for once and being a sub top! Sounds intriguing and I can't wait to read more!

Nonnie🥵🥵 trust me what I have prepared for that KiriKami oneshot is just pure smut and porn. It's going to be lewd and nasty🔞🔞 I am going to publish it soon.

Honestly Kirishima is definitely a total top and a total dom. Because dom top Kirishima is just🥵😵‍💫🥵😵‍💫 *chefs kiss* He is lewd and perverted but is a casanova about it😩 I headcanon him as a dom top and total top. But that 1% sliver I can see him being a dominant bottom because he can do it well but I see him as a total top.

But sub top Kirishima😳😳👀👀 oh that is very hot. I will be writing some sub top Kirishima content and this oneshot will have Kirishima being a sub top😵‍💫 so just you wait nonnie~

[candleshopmenace]

the things that hide you. | pt. 1

SUMMARY

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mina says, frowning down at the floor. Eijirou doesn’t respond, and, even though she knows that he’s doing it intentionally so that she feels obligated to fill the silence, Mina finds herself admitting, “I mean, Bakugou is still really angry, but there’s nothing wrong with that.” Eijirou blinks at her. “I’m pretty sure that there is something wrong with that, Mina.”

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Everything is fine.

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“You’re kidding me.”

It's the only thing that Mina can think of to say when she steps off of the elevator at six o’clock in the morning and sees Yamada-sensei sitting on the common room couch like it's the most natural thing in the world. Stranger than that, though, is the little boy sitting beside him, the little boy that looks a lot like Bakugou Katsuki but can’t possibly be Bakugou Katsuki, but, when he glances over at her, Mina sees that his eyes are the color of blood fresh from a vein, and her knees go a little weak because those are the eyes she’s seen nearly every day since the school year first started.

She says it again, numb shock spreading like frost under her skin, “You’re kidding me.” 

Because, sure, Aizawa-sensei explained what had happened, but hearing about something and actually seeing it are two completely different things, and she can’t decide whether she’s amused or terrified by the fact that her friend is actually now a fucking child. 

“Holy shit,” she says. “Holy shit.”

“Good morning, Ashido!” Yamada-sensei says, looking over at her with a smile firmly in place, like this is an everyday thing, like he regularly invites himself into the 1-A dorm building with a miniaturized student in tow, and Mina feels a bit like screaming. “This is Bakugou! You haven’t met him before -” and his words are careful, deliberate “- but Eraserhead and I are taking care of him until his parents return from their trip.” Then, nudging Bakugou to get his attention, “This is Ashido. She’s one of my students, and she’s training to be a hero!”

“She’s pink,” Bakugou points out.

“Yes, I can see that,” Yamada-sensei says, giving Mina an apologetic glance. It's a look that she’s long since become accustomed to, the look that said, I’m sorry that my kid is staring at you, and it's weird, really weird, to receive it from her English teacher. 

Somehow, Mina says, “It's nice to meet you, Bakugou.”

Bakugou studies her for a moment more, scrutinizing, and then hums, “Mhm,” before turning back to the book in his lap.

Yamada-sensei’s smile turns a bit exasperated. “Don’t be rude,” he chides.

“I’m not being rude,” is Bakugou’s muttered response. He’s curled against the arm of the couch, one finger dragging along the margins of his page to keep track of what line he’s on, and he doesn’t pay Mina the slightest bit of attention when he says, “I don’t want to talk to her.”

Mina can’t help but feel a bit offended. “I literally just met you,” she reminds him, frowning. “Like, five seconds ago.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bakugou says, eyes finally flicking over to her, assessing. “Still don’t want to talk to you, though. I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

Yamada-sensei pinches at the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to stave off a headache, and Mina notices for the first time that her teacher looks exhausted. She wonders if watching over Bakugou has really tired him out that much, and, like he can read her thoughts, he shoots her a weary grin. “He wouldn’t go to bed until midnight,” he says. “He’s a bit cranky.”

“I am not,” Bakugou says, glaring first at Mina, who holds her hands up in surrender, and then at Yamada-sensei, who simply raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

“I’m not talking about you like you’re not here,” Yamada-sensei sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m just trying to explain that you’re not at your best right now.”

“The Hell is that supposed to mean?” Bakugou asks, defensive. “I’m feeling fine.” He turns his page with more force than necessary, and Mina can see the way his hackles are rising. He’s probably mulling over the words in his head, getting more irritated by their assumed meaning with each passing second, and Mina thinks, cynically amused, That’s nothing new. She’s almost expecting it when Bakugou slams his book shut and snaps at Yamada-sensei, “How long are you going to stay here, anyways? You can fucking leave, you know.”

Yamada-sensei tilts his head. Behind his glasses, his eyes are smudged with sleepless shadows. “Do you want me to leave?”

Bakugou glares at him for several long seconds, then admits, “No,” in a begrudging way that implies that he’s not very happy about what he does and doesn’t want. “But you’re going to leave anyways, so.” He shrugs and opens his book, grumbling, “You made me lose my fucking page.”

“I’m not going to leave, Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei says, and he sounds like he’s talking in the middle of a different conversation, like this is something that’s been discussed already. “Not unless you want me to.”

“You’re a fucking liar,” Bakugou says, as brutally honest as ever, and Mina silently adds this to her checklist of things that apparently haven’t changed at all throughout the years. “You’re going to go away and leave me alone and you won’t come back until you want to.” He says this all while continuing to read his book, eyes fixed on the pages like he’s intentionally avoiding looking at Yamada-sensei. “That’s what adults do. That’s what parents do.”

The silence stretches like a rubber band being pulled too far. Yamada-sensei stares at Bakugou, and Bakugou stares at his book, and Mina stares at both of them, wondering what the fuck just happened. “Okay!” she says, trying to relieve some of the tension. She finds herself using the same peppy voice that Eijirou used when he was trying to hype people up, and the attempt sounds ridiculously fake, but it's better than sounding as confused as she feels. “So, I’m just going to make some breakfast, alright? Is anybody else hungry?”

“Breakfast?” Yamada-sensei echoes, like he isn’t sure that he heard her correctly. When Mina nods, he shakes his head and stands up, saying, “You don’t need to make anything. I’ll do it.”

“No, it's fine! I don’t mind! It's pretty early, and you look really tired, so…” She trails off, unsure of what point she was trying to make.

“I’d feel guilty if I made a kid cook for me,” Yamada-sensei says, and there’s that trademark grin of his, the one she grew up seeing on posters and news reels. Without giving her a chance to argue, he looks at Bakugou and asks, “Hey, what do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” Bakugou says, and his voice is clipped and sharp. “I keep saying that.”

“Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei says, frowning down at him, “you barely ate anything yesterday. There is literally nothing you can say that will convince me that you’re not hungry.”

“If I were hungry, don’t you think I would’ve eaten by now?” He glares up at Yamada-sensei with an expression of frustrated bewilderment. “Why are you still here, anyway?”

“I already said that I wasn’t leaving,” Yamada-sensei says. “And, on the off chance that you really aren’t hungry, I’d still like you to eat something.”

“You don’t have to take care of me.” “Well, I’m going to.”

Bakugou stares at him for a moment, then shakes his head and mutters, “Leave me alone.”

“I’m going to make you some breakfast, alright? Do you like eggs? And toast?” When Bakugou doesn’t respond, Yamada-sensei tries, “Do you still like apples?” Bakugou gives a half-hearted shrug, obviously meant as a dismissal rather than an answer, and Yamada-sensei sighs. “Alright,” he says. “Got it.” 

Mina blinks as her teacher walks towards the kitchen. “Hey, are you sure you don’t want me to do it?” she asks, not very thrilled at the concept of being alone in a room with an obviously antisocial kid. “It’d be no problem.”

“No, it's fine,” Yamada-sensei says, shooting her a smile over his shoulder. “I’ve got it handled.”

“... Alright,” Mina says, then reluctantly walks to the couch. She sits down on the far end from Bakugou, crossing her legs and turning on the TV while periodically sneaking glances at her classmate-turned-child. She clicks over to one of the many shows Kaminari roped her into watching, muting it and making sure the subtitles are on before asking, hesitantly, “So, Bakugou? How old are you?”

“None of your business.”

“Okay.”

Bakugou gives her a particularly unreadable look, then says, “I’m seven.” 

“That’s…” Mina frowns, trying to figure out how such a young kid could be so angry at the world. Sure, she herself was a little shit at that age, but she’s pretty sure that she was never as bitter as Bakugou is right now. Without thinking it through all the way, she asks, “Do you get into a lot of trouble?”

Bakugou startles, then narrows his eyes at her. “The fuck are you talking about?” he asks, sounding incredulous. “What kind of trouble?”

Mina thinks about where she was at seven years old, wild and full of restless energy, then forms her response around it. “Do you get into a lot of fights?”

Bakugou considers both her and her question, then shrugs. “Yeah,” he says. “I guess.” Then, as an afterthought, “It's not my fault, though.”

“Oh, really.” The words come out more disbelieving than Mina intended them to, and she winces as Bakugou’s expression snaps into something more defensive. Great. Good job, Mina. “Whose fault is it, then?”

“Not mine,” Bakugou says. “All of them were fucking asking for it, and then I’m the one who always gets blamed, which is bullshit. It's not even my fault!” He huffs and stares blankly at the pages of his book, obviously not even reading the words. “It pisses me off so much. I get in trouble for shit I don’t even start.”

Sympathetically, Mina says, “That does sound pretty unfair.”

Bakugou side-eyes her for a moment, then pulls himself into a sitting position, closing his book. “Why are you asking, anyway?” He still sounds suspicious, but also genuinely curious, like this conversation is some kind of dangerous animal that he probably shouldn’t be touching but can’t help but want to do exactly that. “You don’t even know me.”

Mina opens her mouth to protest, because, yeah, she likes to think that she knows Bakugou pretty well. Not as well as Midoriya knows him, since that was an impossibly high score to beat, and definitely not as well as she herself knows Ejirou, but, still. She knows that he hates horror movies - not because he thought they were scary, but because the sight of all the blood and gore made him sick - and that he kept his dorm so clean that it looked like a cut-out from some kind of home-and-living magazine. She knows that he smokes when he’s stressed and he drinks when he’s sad, and she knows that he smelled like nothing but cigarettes for at least two weeks after he got kidnapped. She knows a million little details about him that add up and multiply until he’s a completely different person from who she thought he was when she first saw him. She knows him. She knows that he’s her friend. She knows that she would die for him in a heartbeat. She knows that he’s precious to her in a way that few ever manage to be.

… But none of that counts right now, does it?

Mina closes her mouth. Opens it, then says, quietly, “You’re right.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Bakugou says, insistent. His wariness has given way to full-blown curiosity, spurred on by the lack of response. “Why’d you ask about the fights and stuff?”

Deciding that honesty is the best way to go, Mina shrugs. “I got into a lot of fights when I was your age,” she says. “I was just wondering.”

“Did people get mad at you, too?”

Mina thinks about the first-aid kit she bought from the convenience store when she was six, how she brought it back to an empty house and treated her wounds herself, the bruises and cuts and scrapes that came with being young and pissed at everything that moved. She thinks of her mother, too busy darting from place to place to attend the meetings that her principal tried to set up, and she thinks of her father, his grip tight on her wrist or arm or hair - anywhere he could reach, anywhere that would hurt - as he told her to stop acting out, to stop being dramatic, to stop being everything he hated about her.

“Yeah,” Mina says, and feels her lips pull into a wry grin. “They did.”

Mina swallows a mouthful of food and then asks, “So, why are you here?”

Yamada-sensei looks up from where he’s trying to coax Bakugou into putting down his book. “Bakugou wanted to meet Eri,” he says. “He’s been wondering about whose room he’s been staying in, and - Bakugou, please, what’s so interesting about that story?”

Bakugou takes a bite of toast for the first time in ten minutes. “It's got a bunch of stuff about weapons,” he says, turning another page. “Swords and knives and shit. I like it.”

Yamada-sensei stares at him for a long moment, then leans over and reads the book over his shoulder. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again and says, sounding both concerned and impressed, “Bakugou, I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to be reading this.” A pause, then, “I’m pretty sure that you shouldn’t be able to read this.” He points at what is presumably a long and difficult word and asks, “Do you even know what this means?”

Bakugou bats his hand away without a second glance. “Yeah,” he says, still reading. “It means to be really confused about something.”

Yamada-sensei shakes his head and turns back to his food, muttering something about kids who are too smart for their own good, and Mina finds herself saying, “Hyperlexia!” in a voice that is way too loud for her to be able to deny that she’d spoken. In the silence that follows, Yamada-sensei blinks at her, and even Bakugou looks up from his book to stare at her. Mina clamps her hands over her mouth and glares down at the coffee table, face burning. 

Finally, carefully, Yamada-sensei says, “Yes, I guess that could explain it.” He looks over at Bakugou, taking advantage of his sudden attentiveness to ask, “When did you learn to read?”

Bakugou narrows his eyes like he suspects that Yamada-sensei has some kind of ulterior motive, then says, still sounding slightly suspicious, “When I was four.” He glances down at his book, then closes it with a heavy, long-suffering sigh. “Deku still can’t fucking read properly, and it's annoying as Hell.”

“Annoying and Deku don’t always have to be in the same sentence, Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei points out.

“Maybe he should stop being annoying, then.” Bakugou chews thoughtfully on a bite of toast, then says, “He cries too much.”

“That seems to be your main complaint about him, kiddo.”

“Well, it's true. He’s a crybaby.”

“That’s the same exact thing that you said yesterday.”

“That doesn’t mean that it's not true. It makes it more true. He’s a fucking crybaby shithead and I don’t like him.” 

Yamada-sensei looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh, and Mina has to admit that it is kind of funny to hear a seven-year-old talk shit about someone who is currently sixteen. Someone who is currently sixteen and her classmate. Who also has no idea that said seven-year-old is actually talking shit about him. Plus, she concedes, trying to justify her own amusement, Midoriya really does cry a lot. Not that she’s any better, but, still.

“Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei says, failing to hold back a grin. “That’s not a very nice thing to call your friend.”

“We are not friends,” Bakugou shoots back, scowling at Yamada-sensei as if the teacher has just cursed him and his entire bloodline. “At all.” And then he glances over at Mina, his eyebrows furrowing as he asks, “Why the fuck are you smiling, huh?”

At the too-familiar incredulity in his too-young voice, Mina’s self-control snaps, and she laughs until she cries.

At around seven o’clock, Mina asks Yamada-sensei if he wants her to go get Eri, to which he responds, “Where is she, anyways?”

Mina pauses in the middle of putting a plate away, considering the question. Then she says, “I’m pretty sure she’s with Eijirou.”

“Oh.” When Mina glances back at him, she sees that her teacher is frowning as he rinses off the breakfast plates. “I thought that Shouta was joking about the sword-fighting thing.”

“... Sword-fighting,” Mina echoes, then resists the urge to drop her head into her hands as realization strikes her like a physical blow. “Oh my God, Sensei,” she says, completely mortified that her best friend had the common sense of a literal rock. “I am so sorry.”

Yamada-sensei stares at her, then asks, sounding worried, “Does Kirishima actually know how to swordfight?”

“Yeah. Yeah, he’s just - he knows how to swordfight, I just can’t believe that he would try to teach that to Eri. Actually, I can, but…” She groans and closes the dishwasher, walking past Yamada-sensei toward the elevator. “I’ll go get him. And Eri.”

“Are they even awake?” Yamada-sensei asks, glancing down at his watch. “It's still pretty early, and it is a Sunday.”

“He wakes up before I do,” Mina explains. “I don’t know if Eri is awake, but I’ll bring her down if she is.” She presses the up button on the elevator, then looks over at where Bakugou is once again sitting on the couch, sprawled out on his stomach and still reading the book that he supposedly should not be reading. Mina shakes her head and steps inside the elevator, calling out, “I’ll be right back!” as the doors slide shut before her. She selects Eijirou’s floor, then buries her face in her hands. 

This, she decides, is going to be a long fucking day.

The door to Bakugou’s dorm is hanging open, and Mina closes it without a second thought, knowing how pissed Bakugou got when people went through his things without permission. She supposes that it technically didn’t really matter right now, but, still. Old habits die hard. She knocks on Eijirou’s door, raising her eyebrows when there’s the sound of muffled cursing from inside her friend’s room, then stepping aside as the door flies open and rebounds off the wall with enough force that Mina has to grab it to keep it from slamming into Eijirou’s face.

“Oh,” Eijirou says, breaking into a grin when he sees that it's her. “Good morning, Mina!”

Mina looks him up and down, eyebrows rising higher as she takes in his appearance. His shirt is splattered with red, which means that he’s either just redyed his hair or he’s just murdered someone, and there's a mottled blue-black bruise on his arm that honestly looks really painful. 

Following her gaze, Eiirou’s grin turns sheepish. “Eri launched a surprise attack on me,” he says. 

“Ah,” is Mina’s response.

Eijirou steps aside so that she can walk into his room, then closes the door behind her. Looking around, Mina sees that Eri is sitting in the middle of Eijirou’s bed, humming to herself as she organizes several sheathed swords in front of her. “Eijirou! Are those real?”

“Of course not!” Eijirou says, sounding offended by Mina’s accusation. “Those ones are just for practice!” He waves a hand at his closet and says, “The real ones are in there.” Then, seeing her doubtful expression, he puts his hands on his hips and gives her that grin that has endeared so many teachers throughout the years. “Have a little faith, will you? Do you really think that I’d let her touch anything sharp?”

Helpfully, Eri pipes up, “He let me hold one of them.”

“Eri!” Eijirou hisses.

Mina crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at Eijirou, unamused. “What were you saying?” she asks. “Something about not letting her touch anything sharp?”

“Oh, shush.” Eijirou turns to his dresser and yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and pulling on a new one. He glances over his shoulder at Mina and asks, “So, are you just here to criticize my babysitting methods, or do you actually need something?”

“Your babysitting methods need a lot of criticism,” Mina points out, then looks at Eri. “Hey, Eri,” she says. “Your dad is in the common room.”

“Really?” Eri asks, already clambering off the bed. “What’s he doing here? Doesn’t he have work?” And then she pauses by the doorway, eyebrows furrowing. “Is Bakugou here?”

“Yeah,” Mina says, slightly surprised. “He’s with your dad.” 

She glances over at Eijirou, a silent question, and he nods in confirmation before saying, “Eri, do you remember what I told you about Bakugou?”

Eri nods. Very solemnly, she says, “He got shrunk.”

“That’s not the exact word I used, but, yeah. Basically. What else did I say?”

“He doesn’t remember being older.” Eri bounces on her toes, obviously anxious to go see Yamada-sensei. “And Deku has to stay in his room when Bakugou is here. And I can’t talk about him. I know.” She looks between Eijirou and Mina, then asks, impatient in the way that only little kids can be, “Can I go?”

“Sure,” Eijirou says, and Eri is down the hallway in a heartbeat. There’s the sound of the elevator reaching their floor, and Eijirou sighs, shaking his head. Fondly, he says, “She’s a handful.” And then he sits on his bed, patting the spot beside him. When Mina obligingly takes her seat, he asks, “So, what’s wrong?”

Mina jolts, startled. “Me?” she asks, as if he could possibly talking to someone else. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Why would anything be wrong?”

“You’ve got that look. The one you get when something’s wrong.”

“I do not,” Mina says, frowning down at the floor. Eijirou doesn’t respond, and, even though she knows that he’s doing it intentionally so that she feels obligated to fill the silence, Mina finds herself admitting, “I mean, Bakugou is still really angry, but there’s nothing wrong with that.” Eijirou blinks at her. “I’m pretty sure that there is something wrong with that, Mina.”

For some reason, Mina feels as if she’s just been insulted. “What? No, there isn’t.” Eijirou hums, which is what he does when he disagrees with something but doesn’t want to outright admit it, and Mina feels herself bristle. “I was a menace at his age, and there was nothing wrong with that.” 

The, There’s nothing wrong with me, is unspoken.

Eijirou leans forward, bracing his forearms on his knees and staring at the Red Riot poster on his wall as he speaks. “Well, think about it this way,” he says. “What reason does he have to be angry?”

“There doesn’t need to be a reason,” Mina says, exasperated. “Some kids are just like that, and there’s nothing that anybody can do about it.” When Eijirou doesn’t respond, she sighs and changes the subject. “Anyways, he’s really good at reading.”

“Really?” Eijirou asks, sounding politely interested, like his mind is on other things but he doesn’t want to seem rude by ignoring her. “How so?”

“He was reading this book about weapons and stuff that Yamada-sensei said he shouldn’t actually be able to read.” Mina shrugs and falls back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “And he speaks pretty well, actually. For a seven-year-old, I mean. He told me that he gets into a lot of fights.”

Eijirou tilts his head, considering. “That’s not that much of a surprise, actually,” he says. “I think that Midoriya said something about that.”

“Hm,” Mina says. She rolls onto her side so that Eijirou can’t see her face and then says, as casually as possible, “I bet he spends a lot of time alone.”

“You think he’s lonely?”

“He’s not lonely!” Mina snaps, speaking with a vehemence that surprises them both. “I said that he’s alone. Being alone and being lonely are two completely different things.”

“Okay,” Eijirou says, placating. “Alright.”

Mina deflates. She picks at a stray thread on Eijirou’s comforter and mutters, “There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s perfectly fine.”

Even as she says it, Mina wonders whether she’s trying to convince Eijirou or herself.

They step out into the common room to see that Yamada-sensei is standing by the front door and talking on the phone, periodically glancing over at Bakugou, who is completely ignoring Eri’s attempts to cajole him into playing some kind of board game.

Eijirou watches both of the kids, studying their interaction - or, rather, lack thereof - for several seconds, then says, thoughtfully, “He’s not acting like a kid.” When Mina snorts, incredulous, he looks at her with a frown. “I’m being serious! Look, he’s not even paying attention to Eri, and all she wants to do is play with him.”

“Wow, he’s ignoring people,” Mina says, and her voice sounds scathing even to her own ears. “What a surprise.” When Eijirou doesn’t respond, she tries to dial it down a bit, unsure of why she’s even angry about what he’s just said. “He said that he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He’ll probably get pissed pretty soon if Eri doesn’t stop bugging him.”

Eijirou winces, clearly not overjoyed at the prospect of Bakugou getting upset, no matter how small their friend happened to be. “Yeah, you’re right,” he says. “I’ll go distract her.”

And then he leaves, expertly diverting Eri’s attention from Bakugou, coaxing her away. For lack of a better thing to do, Mina sits down at the end of the couch. Bakugou glances at her, looking unsurprised, and then goes back to his book. 

It feels like they’re in a cage, like the world doesn’t exist outside of their little bubble of space. The silence is thick and heavy and makes Mina’s skin prickle with unease, and she finds herself watching Bakugou out of the corner of her eye. He’s so small, and he looks even smaller like this, curled protectively around his book like he thinks someone might try to take it away. Mina wants to say something, anything, wants to start a conversation about some kind of bullshit topic, but, for once in her life, she can’t think of anything to say. 

And so she just sits there, listens to the sound of her own breathing, and says nothing at all.

It's eight o’clock by the time Mina realizes that she should probably tell Midoriya to stay in his room. She takes out her phone, prepared to do exactly that, but finds herself typing out, Why is Bakugou so quiet?, and then hitting send without really thinking about what she’s doing. She stares at her screen, anxiously waiting for a response, and simultaneously feels relieved and nervous when she sees Midoriya start to type. 

What do you mean?, he asks. 

Mina looks over at Bakugou, who hasn’t said anything for the past thirty minutes, then types out, He’s not talking to anyone. She sends it, wincing at the number of typos in the short message. All he’s doing is reading.

Midoriya asks, How old is he?, and then, before Mina can answer, He’s seven, right?

Yep.

Midoriya doesn’t respond for a long moment, and Mina wonders if she’d woken him up, if he’s still somewhat asleep. He says, He likes to be alone. That’ll probably change by tomorrow, though, so don’t worry. And then he keeps typing, and Mina doesn’t want to interrupt him, and so she just watches as the three dots at the bottom of the screen darken and lighten, getting more and more concerned with each passing second. She hopes that he isn’t about to send one of those text walls that he had a bad habit of sending in the class group chat - they were like the digital version of his mumbling fits, and reading them always made Mina’s head hurt because Midoriya honestly sucked at spelling things. 

Finally, Midoriya says, That wasn’t a good year for him.

Mina blinks, because that amount of time spent typing surely didn’t justify seven short words. She asks, What do you mean?, and then, curious, What happened?

I don’t think that I should be talking to you about this, Midoriya says, then proceeds to go offline.

Midoriya?, Mina asks. Midoriya, get back here. Then, after several more demands that he tells her what the Hell was going on - all of which receive no response - Mina gives up, groaning in frustration as she scans her eyes over the room - Eijirou is still playing with Eri, putting his expertise with little kids to good use, and Yamada-sensei is still talking to whoever he’s talking to, seemingly deep in conversation - before looking at Bakugou. “Hey,” she says, feeling gratified when he actually pays attention to her. “How long is that book?”

“I don’t know,” Bakugou says, which isn’t very helpful at all. “Pretty long, I guess.” He hesitates, like he’s unsure as to whether he wants to go back to reading or continue the conversation, then says, “I found it on that girl’s bookshelf.”

“That girl?” Mina echoes, then grins in realization. “Are you talking about Eri?”

Bakugou shrugs. “I guess.” He looks over at Eri, watching as she chatters happily to Eijirou about something, then says, “I’ve been staying in her room. I think she’ll want it back.”

“Probably,” Mina agrees. “But we’ll figure something out.”

Bakugou makes a humming noise, then says, bluntly, “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Okay.” Mina starts to type out a message to Kaminari, one of the few others who were crazy enough to wake up early on a Sunday, only to pause when she feels Bakugou’s eyes on her. She asks, not unkindly, “Do you need something?”

Bakugou opens his mouth, closes it, and then shakes his head. He goes back to his book. Mina watches him for a moment more, then continues typing. She lets herself get pulled into a conversation with Kaminari, bickering back and forth about the conducive properties of certain kinds of metal, and Mina is getting way too invested in her opinion for someone who doesn’t even know how the topic came up in the first place. She’s so focused on her side of the argument that she startles when somebody taps her on the shoulder, looking up with wide eyes to see that Yamada-sensei has somehow managed to approach her without her noticing. Mina feels herself flush, embarrassed by her own inattentiveness and reaction. She straightens, turning off her phone and putting it back into her pocket, then asks, “Can I help you?”

“Not really,” Yamada-sensei says. “I just wanted to let you know that Eri and I are leaving for a moment. She said that she needs to get something from her room, and, well.” He shrugs, then looks over at Bakugou and asks, “Do you need anything from the dorms, Bakugou?”

Bakugou makes a vague sound that somehow manages to convey the word, No.

Yamada-sensei asks, “Are you sure?” and then sighs when Bakugou doesn’t answer. “Alright, then,” he says, walking towards the door, where Eri is waiting. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Predictably, Bakugou says nothing. Yamada-sensei leaves, taking Eri with him, and then it's just Mina and Eijirou and Bakugou in the common room. Eijirou watches Bakugou, clearly debating whether or not he should attempt a conversation, and Mina can actually see the moment he decides that it's not worth the effort. She’s not surprised when Eijirou says, “I’m going to go get something from my room, okay?” and then hurries into the elevator without waiting for a response.

… And then there were two.

After several minutes of silence, Bakugou sits up and asks, “May I have something to eat?”

“Yeah, of course!” Mina starts to stand, only to pause when Bakugou slides off the couch and pads toward the kitchen. Seeing as he just asked her to get him something to eat, she’s more than a little confused. “Where are you going?”

“I’m getting something to eat,” Bakugou says, like the answer is obvious.

Mina blinks and follows after him. “You just asked me to get you something to eat,” she reminds him.

“What? No, I didn’t.” Bakugou looks around the kitchen, spots a stool, and starts to drag it toward the counter under the pantry cabinets. “I asked you if I could have something to eat. I didn’t ask you to get me food. I can do that myself.”

Oh. So he was asking if he could eat, not if she could get him something to eat. “Do you usually ask if you can have food?”

“No,” Bakugou says, “but I do when mom is home.”

“I’m not your mom,” Mina points out.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Bakugou says, and the sarcasm in his voice is damn near lethal. When Mina laughs, the sound shocked out of her, he winces. “Sorry.”

“No, it's fine,” Mina says, grinning. She shoos Bakugou down from the stool, not wanting him to fall, and opens the cabinet he’d been reaching for. “What would you like to eat?”

Bakugou shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says. “I didn’t think that you’d say yes.”

Mina’s humor fades. She frowns, looking down at Bakugou. “Why wouldn’t I say yes?”

“Because I already had breakfast?” It's probably meant to be a statement of fact, but the way Bakugou’s voice turns up at the end makes it sound like a question.

Mina glances over her shoulder, checking the time on the microwave. “Yeah, like, three hours ago,” she says, which is a rough estimation. “And you barely ate anything.” To drive the point home, she says, “You ate a piece of toast.”

Defensively, Bakugou says, “I wasn’t hungry.”

Mina sighs. “Yeah,” she says. “Okay.” She looks at the clutter of snacks lining the shelves, then asks, “So, have you decided what you want?”

“No,” Bakugou says.

“That doesn’t help at all,” Mina says, slightly annoyed. She shuts the cabinet door a bit harder than necessary, then immediately feels guilty about it when Bakugou takes a fast step back. In what she hopes isn’t an accusatory tone, she says, “You should’ve figured out what you wanted before you asked.”

Watching her warily, Bakugou says, “Sorry.” He edges to the side at a snail’s pace, like he thinks that Mina won’t notice that he’s moving if he takes small enough steps. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“You just said that you were,” Mina says, feeling her pool of patience - never full in the first place - dry up even further. “So, either way, you’re lying.”

“I’m not,” Bakugou protests, eyes flicking between her and the doorway. “I just - I wanted to see what you’d say.”

As evenly as she can, Mina echoes, “You wanted to see what I’d say.”

Bakugou shrinks back. “Yes?”

Mina closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Fine,” she says. “That’s fine. Since you got your answer, you can -”

Bakugou is gone before she can even finish her sentence. 

Eijirou steps out of the elevator and then pauses. Bakugou doesn’t look up from where he’s curled against the arm of the couch, his book forgotten as he distractedly watches the muted TV. Mina can feel Eijirou’s eyes raking over her and scowls, glaring down at her phone and pointedly ignoring the near-palpable tension in the room. 

Hesitantly, Eijirou asks, “Is everything okay?”

Mina’s response is automatic, because when people asked that, the only answer they really wanted was, “Everything is fine.”

Eijirou pauses, and she knows that he wants to press harder, but, in the end, he just sighs and asks, “Bakugou, what about you?” Bakugou remains silent, and, this time, Eijirou doesn’t let the topic drop. “Are you okay, Bakugou?”

When Bakugou speaks, saying, “I’m fine,” in a voice that’s so quiet that it's barely audible, Mina can see Eijirou frown out of the corner of her eye.

“... Alright,” Eijirou says, sounding unconvinced. Then, “Mina, can I talk to you?”

“You’re doing it right now,” Mina says, sarcastic and pithy, knowing damn well that Eijirou hasn’t done anything wrong but finding that she’s unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Eijirou doesn’t say anything, and Mina shoots a glare at him before standing and stalking toward the kitchen. When he follows her, she crosses her arms and asks, “What do you want?”

“That depends,” Eijirou says. “What happened?”

Mina runs her fingers through her hair, resisting the urge to yank at it until she feels like she’s not floating through a haze, until everything makes sense. “I don’t know,” she says. “I don’t know. He was just - I was -” She groans and drags her hands down her face. “He’s so difficult.”

She used to hate it when adults called her that, difficult, like she was a puzzle to be solved. She hated the way they looked at her as they said it, hated the glint in their eyes that said, Yes, that’s exactly what you are!, and she hates using it now, but it's true. Bakugou is difficult.

Eijirou starts, “Mina -”

“It's fine,” she says, cutting him off. “It's fine. Everything is perfectly fucking fine.” She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and shoves all her anger so far back in her mind that the bitterness of it is nothing but a ghost on her tongue. Once she’s sufficiently convinced that she’s not going to destroy anything, she smiles at Eijirou. “See? Everything is fine!”

Eijirou stares at her. “That can’t possibly be healthy,” he says.

Mina ignores his comment, asking, “What did you want to talk about?”

Eijirou flicks his eyes over her face, searching, and then sighs. “I was talking to Midoriya,” he says, watching her, gauging her reaction. She keeps her face carefully neutral. “And he told me that Bakugou was seven when his parents started leaving him alone for long periods of time.”

“Wow,” Mina says. “Midoriya seems to trust you a lot more than he trusts me.”

“Nah.” Eijirou shoots her a grin of his own, sharp-toothed and devious. “I’m just good at getting what I want.” And then his smile fades, and he frowns as he leans against the counter. “I told you that there was something wrong with Bakugou.” “There’s nothing wrong with him,” Mina says. “He’s fine.”

Eijirou gapes at her. “Mina,” he says, sounding completely confused. “He isn’t talking to anybody!” “He talks to me,” she says, stubborn. “He’s talking, so he’s fine.”

“You can’t just say that he’s fine and think that that’ll fix everything. It won’t fix anything. That’s not how it works, Mina.” “It worked for me.”

“Mina, no.” 

“Are you saying that I’m not fine?”

Eijirou pauses, his jaw visibly clenched as he stares at her. “I don’t think that there’s a right answer to that,” he says. “But, Mina, seriously. How can you look at him and say that he’s fine? Have you actually looked at him?” “Yes,” Mina says. “I have.” She crosses her arms and scowls at Eijirou, who simply glares right back. “He’s fine, Eijirou. He’s just a little quiet.”

Eijirou opens his mouth like he wants to say something, then closes it so hard that Mina can hear his teeth click together. He shakes his head and says, sounding disgusted, “Fine. You can think whatever you want, Mina. Just keep out of my way when I try to actually help our friend.”

And then he walks out of the kitchen, leaving Mina alone. She stares after him, feeling like she might choke on the anger and resentment boiling in her stomach, and clenches her fists so tightly that her nails cut into her palms. From the common room, she can hear the sound of murmured voices, and can’t help but wonder if Eijirou has actually managed to coax Bakugou into speaking. 

Bakugou is fine. Bakugou has to be fine. He’s so much like her and if he’s not fine, that means that she hadn’t been, either. That she isn’t fine.

Bakugou Katsuki is perfectly fine.

Mina wants so badly to believe that.

Mina is hiding. Today is the worst thing that has ever happened to her and so she is hiding. She’s sitting on top of the toilet lid in her bathroom, knees drawn up to her chest, and finds herself hoping that the ground will open up and swallow her whole so that she doesn’t ever have to come out again.

It's pathetic, she knows, but that doesn’t change her mind.

Mina sniffs and swipes her arm across her eyes. She doesn’t want to cry anymore. She shouldn’t cry anymore. She should smile, because that’s what her mother always told her to do, one of the only pieces of advice from her that has seared itself into Mina’s heart. When things got hard, you had to smile. You had to smile and keep on smiling, even if you didn’t have anything to smile about, and for fuck’s sake, please don’t break anything. Go home and pretend that everything is okay, play the dutiful daughter because the world didn’t need another sad girl. Sad girls didn’t make headlines. They didn’t get anywhere. Don’t stop smiling, don’t stop playing your part, don’t stop pretending. If you want anyone to like you, don’t stop fucking smiling.

Mina digs his thumbs into her ribs and forces herself to breathe.

No sooner has she calmed down is there a knock at the bathroom door, and she almost starts crying again out of surprise. But she doesn’t, just manages a watery, “Who is it?” and feels proud of herself when her voice doesn’t crack.

“Ashido?” It's Kaminari. She should’ve seen this coming. “Kirishima told me to check up on you, to make sure that you’re not dead or anything.” There’s a pause, and then he says, “Well, he didn’t say that, but…”

“Yeah, I get it,” Mina says, wiping again at her eyes. They don’t get bloodshot, obviously, but her face gets all red when she cries and there’s no escaping that. She can’t bring herself to care. “You can come in.”

“... Are you sure? I mean, this is a bathroom, and you are a girl -”

Despite herself, Mina laughs. “Just get in here, Kaminari.”

“Alright,” Kaminari says, still sounding reluctant. “But you can’t call the police on me, okay?” He turns the doorknob and steps inside, glancing around like he expected literally anything other that what he had in his own bathroom, and then settles his eyes on Mina. Blinks, then says, “Wow, you look like shit.”

Drily, Mina says, “Thanks.”

Kaminari seems to process what he’s just said. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he yelps, waving his hands back and forth. He relaxes once it becomes clear that Mina isn’t actually upset, leaning against the sink and asking, “So, do you wanna talk about it?”

Mina sighs. Stares at the wall, then says, “No.”

Kaminari nods like he’s been expecting that answer. His foot taps impatiently against the tiled floor as he says, “Well, let’s at least get out of the bathroom, then.”

Mina finally stands up, shooing Kaminari away from the sink so that she can splash her face with cold water. She looks at her reflection in the mirror after she towels herself dry, then tries for a smile. It looks somewhat convincing, which is probably the best that she can hope for right now. She follows Kaminari out of the bathroom, turning off the light and shutting the door behind her, then sprawls out on her bed. She complains, “I’m fucking exhausted.”

“It's not even noon, Ashido.” Kaminari sits down beside her, and she reluctantly turns her head to look at him. “It's, like, ten in the morning.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Kaminari confirms. He leans back against the pillows piled at the headboard of the bed, then sighs and stares up at the ceiling. “So, Bakugou, huh?”

Mina scowls. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it,” she reminds him, because after what’s just happened, she’s pretty sure that she won’t be able to put a positive spin on this situation.

“So this is about Bakugou.”

“Kaminari.” “I mean, he’s, what? Seven? Eight?”

“Seven,” Mina says, relenting. “He’s seven. He’ll be eight tomorrow.” And then, realizing that she’s allowed herself to be drawn in, she grabs the nearest thing - a stuffed bear that Bakugou won for her in a crane game months ago - and throws it at Kaminari’s head. He laughs and catches it before it can hit him in the face. “Oh my God,” Mina groans. “You’re such a bastard.”

Kaminari grins at her. Sparks flick across his teeth. “You know you love me.”

“Jackass,” Mina mutters. She flips over onto her back and folds her arms under her head, sighing. “Is there something wrong with being too quiet?”

Kaminari blinks at her, his fingers drumming a beat against the comforter. “I mean, no? I guess? Depends on the context, I suppose. Like, if you’re in the middle of a test, no. If you’re trying to give a speech, yes.”

“That didn’t help at all,” Mina says.

Kaminari shrugs. “You didn’t give me enough information,” he says. “Is this about Bakugou?”

“Isn’t everything?” As soon as she says it, Mina winces. “That was mean.” “Yeah,” Kaminari agrees. “It kinda was.”

Mina sighs again. “He’s just… difficult. Really, really difficult. He doesn’t talk, and, there’s nothing wrong with that, but - and Eijirou - Midoriya -” She grits her teeth and shuts the fuck up while she still has the chance.

Kaminari is silent for a moment, and then he says, “Well, that’s Bakugou for you. He’s a piece of work.”

Mina closes her eyes. Without opening them, she says, “Yeah.” Her laugh is dry and humorless. “He really is.”

[a-sound-sol]

For the wrapped drabble thing, how about umm Kaminari Denki and if you are willing to do ships then shinkami for the number uhhhhh 26 yeah let's go with that

"Would you leave when it gets hard?”

m. list

song as inspo: the end by halsey synopsis: shinsou struggles with accepting the love he deserves. a/n: i love being a multishipper bc fuck these two are so cute dsjhsdhj

“Shin, what’s going on in your head? Lost in my eyes or something?” Denki jokes. 

But Hitoshi feels his heart race at the sound of his boyfriend’s words. 

“I’m sorry if I push you away sometimes.” He blurts out. 

Denki raises his eyebrows. “An apology for something you have every right to do after what you’ve experienced? You idiot.” 

His voice is soft and light like the drops of rain falling around them. 

“I’m here for the long-haul, Shin. So shut up and get used to me, no more pointless apologizing.” Denki smiles.

Hitoshi's cheeks turn red. 

Peace, at last. 

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MHA BOYS NSFW HEADCANNONS

[•~featuring- AGED UP!! Izuku Midoryia, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou~•]

[•~a/n- haven't written in months!! excuse my writing but im getting back into it!! send requests!!, TY FOR 1K FOLLOWS 🙏🏼~•]

₊˚⊹♡ Izuku Midoryia

-Definitely a closeted pervert. have you seen the way he reacts around other girls?? you can't tell me that he hasn't watched a whole bunch of porn. his mind is definitely filthy and has no limits, very imaginative.

- but he tries his best to hide it, of course. he gets really embarrassed knowing that he's fantasizing about such sexual ideas and how it isn't right, but he can't help it when you wear those low cut shirts that expose your cleavage so well, or whenever your skirt rides up your thighs, showing off so much skin he doesn't even know what to do.

-100% a tits guy. any size is perfect to him, because to him it's not about the size. as long as he can grope and squish them or even seeing your hardened nipples poke through the thin fabric of your shirts. It's just enough to get him going.

-he gets super shy the first couple times you two do fuck. I'm talking constant rambling, the cherry red blushed cheeks and all those whimpers. he really doesn't know how to act. he's been waiting for the moment your soft delicate hands wrap around the base of his cock, or when he could feel your slick walls tighten around his shaft. he's been dreaming of this night for so long, he can't believe it's actually happening.

-he gets fucked out so so quickly. it's already so hard to not just cum as soon as he enter your tight wet walls. so after a couple thrusts he's mumbling about how good you feel and how much he loves you. when he gets closer, his hips buck into yours in an unsteady pace. his thrusts are more shaky and harder as he's whispering both quiet praises and curse. shutting his eyes tightly as he reaches his high, mouth slightly agape too.

-he loves eating. he prefers giving rather than receiving, simply because he'd rather please you. hearing your soft angelic sounds and watching as your face reacts with every little thing he does is already enough to make him cum. like I said, he has watched so much porn, he has analyzed them for moments like this. and he's analyzing you too. taking mini mental notes of what makes your hips shuffle, or what makes your cries go a pitch higher. he's so good at giving head, it makes you question if he even is a virgin anymore.

₊˚⊹♡ Katsuki Bakugo

-a throat fucker. you could start off going slow and taking him in little by little, but every time you end up with mascara smeared all over your eyes, spit mixed with precum dripping down your chin. and your mouth full of his cum. bakugo gets impatient, and needs to feel your throat around his cock. he's thrusting into your mouth like he doesn't care that your sobbing, gagging on his cock so hard your stomach aches, because he knows you like it when he's rough with you.

-he's an ass guy. and back shots with him are like no other. he bends you over his work desk, arms pinned to the middle of your back as hers leading his leaky tip to your entrance, ramming it in. a hand sneaks over to the fat of your ass, grabbing a handful as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after all he isn't that mean to make you feel pain. once you give him the green light, he instantly starts pounding into you, watching the as your plush ass ripples with every thrust. even spanking it a couple times.

-prefers to cum on you. don't get him wrong he loves to cum inside, his ego only grows as he watches his cum drips out your hole. but seeing your face, your gorgeous face decorated with the opaque ribbons of his cum, it feeds the possessive side of him. knowing that you're only his. but cumming on your ass? it's just enough to get fully hard again and ready for round two.

-imagine katsuki having you on your stomach, your upper half being shoved into the mattress by one hand. the other hand gripping onto your mouth. he didn't tell you to be quiet, because he doesn't want you to be. he loves hearing your pleas and mewls but he knows how loud you are. the neighbors would be pissed if they heard you two all night. but you enjoy this moment ever more. the angle he's holding you at makes his angry tip ram into that spongey spot repeatedly. making his attempts to silence you go to waste.

-he gets jealous super easily. especially if he notices you're hanging out with Midoryia more than him. you're his. and only his so why should he have to share someone like you with anybody else? he needs you to understand who you belong to, so jealousy sex is a common thing for you two. he's a lot rougher with you, doesn't show you any mercy. he'll keep edging until he gets tired of it, bring you so close to your high only to pull out last second. he needs to let out his frustration some how.

-his favorite position is definitely doggystyle. like I mentioned he's a big ass guy, but he likes the position mainly because you're at his mercy. he controls the speed, going painfully slow or brain numbingly fast. he craves power and control. a big hair puller too, the position allows him to yank on your hair whenever he wishes too. mainly to make you moan louder, or to bring make you listen to all the humiliating things he has to say about you.

₊˚⊹♡ Eijiro Kirishima

-definitely talks you through it. he is big. and he knows it. so the first time he slides himself in, he's peppering you with many kisses to your forehead. holding your hand and telling you about how well you're taking him. he pushes himself in, slowly snd gently do he doesn't hurt you two much. he would hate to see you cry. just reminding you there's only a little bit more to go, snd when you do take all of him in. he tells you how proud of you he is. he's such a sweet gentleman<3

"c'mon just a couple more, I know you can do it princess..."

"you did it baby, took me so well, you feelin' alright?"

-he loves hand holding. mainly because of the size difference. your hand is so much smaller than his. your palms are gentle and soft, contrasting his own. he fingers curl around yours perfectly, almost like they were meant to be together. but his favorite part is whenever you squeeze his hand. it makes him feel so strong. like you're telling him you feel safe with him, he just loves all the intimacy.

-he's a decent eater, he can get the job done of course. but nothing will ever compare to his fingers. they're long and wide, and at the perfect size to make you see stars. his digits curl just right while they thrust repeatedly. and his thumb is focused on your clit, rubbing smooth tiny circles on the bud. making your back arch and pelvis shake from the pleasure.

-hes such a gentleman, and he prioritizes your pleasure of his. one way he shows you this is by always making sure you cum before him. no matter what the situation is. he could pissed at you, but he'd still make sure that you cream all over his wide fingers before focusing on his own throbbing erection.

-is super big on consent. he does not play around about that. he would never EVER want to hurt you in any way, so he always triple checks to make sure you're okay with everything. always asking before he slips your panties of you, or reminding you that you don't need to force yourself for him. he also does not play about that mumbling stuff. he needs to hear an audible answer from you're lips before he can continue.

"you know better than that baby, c'mon use your words"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanta Sero

-he's such a tease. always leading you on, whether that be the heated make out sessions, or the way he whispers dirty things into your ear in public. he'll even pretend that he didn't just tell you how much he wants to bend you over the restaurant table and fuck you dumb Infront of all the people here. he doesn't actually mean it, it's all just to rile you up for later.

-has a big humiliation kink. it's so selfish but he can't help it. hanta lives to see your cheeks flush a baby pink as you hide your face away from him. he find it's so cute, knowing how easily he can break apart your attitude so quickly. he's always reminding you of how dirty you sound moaning for him like this, or how pathetic you look struggling to take all of him in your mouth.

-a big wrist holder. type of guy to always pin your wrists above your head as his hips buck into you swiftly. you're at his grace and he has all the control right now, which he tease you about of course. you look so desperate and downright helpless being held like this that's he can't help but remind you of it.

-this ties in with humiliation, but he also has a really bad dumbification kink. he wants to fuck you so dumb you won't even be able to straight for the rest of the night. whenever he's thrusting up into you as you run your mouth babbling about how good he's making you feel, hanta just wears the most shit eating grin ever. because everything you're saying doesn't make sense, not even in the slightest but his ego boosts exponentially knowing he can get you in a state like this.

-he loves THIGHS. especially if they have stretch marks or cellulite on them. he finds them so appealing. your thighs looks so soft and plushy, he can't help but just want to lay on them. but his favorite thing about them is whenever he's eating you out and you squeeze them around his head just right. gosh it feels like he's about to suffocate to death, but he wouldn't even be mad about it. he'd let you crush him with your thighs any day of the week.

-if you had one complaint about hanta, it would be about how many hickeys he would leave on you. after every night you'd wake up to finding hickeys all over your body. you see it as mainly annoying yet a little cute, but hanta does it just for both his own pleasure and for his possessiveness. seeing you marked up because of him just turns him on so much especially seeing your inner thighs decorated in the purplish red bruises. everyone knows who gave you all them too, giving him the greedy satisfaction he craves.

₊˚⊹♡ Denki Kaminari

-he is such a pervert. and he doesn't even hide it. now he's not like mineta, he's not going to go around and flirt with every girl he sees and harass them. no, his eyes are only focused on you. and just you. and whatever he does, he always makes sure that you're okay with it of course but that's not stopping him from whispering dirty things in your ears when you're in public. the worst part is, whenever you confront him about it he'll play dumb, acting like nothing ever happened.

-both an ass and tits guy. denki can't just pick one, they're both so hot to him. lowcut and tight shirts have him in a chokehold. he loves the way your boobs are somewhat exposed in low cut shirts, and tight shirts that show you're figure make him feel all mushy. but on top of that, he's a sucker for short miniskirts and short shorts. anything which just reveals your shape just makes him want to act up.

-the biggest tease you'll ever meet. he will mes with you about everything. did you just squirt on him? yeah he's never letting you forget that. oh did you want him to go faster? he'll make sure to go extra slow for you. he does it all just to make you angry (he finds it oddly hot seeing you annoyed) but his favorite part is teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance. no matter how much you beg for him, he'll repeat his painfully annoying little actions. only stopping whenever he feels like you've waited enough. overall he's just so unserious.

-D1 eater. that man knows what he's doing. well scratch that, no he doesn't. he doesn't know what he's doing to be real with you, he's eating mainly for his own selfish pleasure. drool and arousal is all over his chin but he doesn't care, he hasn't had enough yet. his tongue is thrusting into your hold viciously as a finger is rubbing desperate circles on your bud, even sending a couple light zaps to help him stimulate you.

-his favorite position is definitely cowgirl. it's the way you're on full display for him, tits bouncing as you grind yourself on him. he also likes the position because it allows you to have control. denki is a big switch and wouldn't mind you taking the lead for once, and if he needs to he won't hesitate to lift you up by the hips and thrust up into you.

-BIG dumbification kink. for both himself and you. seeing you so cock-drunk turns him on so much, because you look so good. your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as your eyes are half lidded and hazy. but on the other side, he wants you to the same to him. denki secretly wants you to ride him so well that he short circuits and can't think straight. the effect your wet clammy pussy has on him puts him in a trance.

₊˚⊹♡ Hitoshi Shinsou

-LOVES THIGHS. he is 100% a thigh guy. he doesn't care what you do to him. you could try to crush his head and he'd thank you for it. his favorite part though, is whenever you sit down and your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing so much more. just seeing your bare exposed thighs only makes his thoughts even worse than normal.

-headboard grabber!! he definitely is rough with his thrusts and grips the headboard to steady himself. and he looks so good doing it. imagine hitoshi, all sweaty and looking back down at you with his natural sleepy eyes as you both lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure. he looks absolutely majestic.

-hes definitely into somno. of course he'd only act on it if he had your consent. but once you gave him the okay, the stars aligned for hitoshi. we all know he's an insomniac and that he usually has trouble sleeping, so it's not unusual to wake up, feeling his girth stretching you out in the middle of the night. he'd try to be super gentle and soft at first so you didn't wake up. but he gets impatient quickly and ends up risking it, usually always waking you up.

-A BIG HAIR PULLER. loves to pull your hair, mainly to force you to keep eye contact with him and so he can you're fucked out expression. and the mewl you let out whenever he tugs on your hair extra harshly makes him want to let loose right there. but he's also a big sucker for getting his own hair pulled too. your soft delicate fingers getting entangled in his dark lavender locks,the sensation is merely indescribable.

-he loves it whenever you praise him. he'll act like he doesn't care about it much, but deep down his heart is pounding rapidly. just hearing how good he's making you feel, especially with your shaky voice. it's such a turn on for him. whenever you praise him about anything he melts, feeling so confident in himself. which only lead him to be even more determined to make each time unforgettable

-face sitting with hitoshi is such an experience. imagine this, you've begged him to let you try it, just so you could understand the hype behind it. and hitoshi agrees, pretending to not be just as excited as you. (he's been dreaming of his head being squished with your thighs). but once you lay your cunt over his face, he gets to work. now im not going to lie, yes not the best eater but this position makes up for everything. this man is eating like he's been starved for months. and don't you dare try to live yourself off him, he's only going to pull you back down.

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[minkoq]

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texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari.

! you send them a naughty pic

warnings: sfw but suggestive

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HOW THEY ARE IN BED. [NSFW HCS]

☆ includes: aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, todoroki shōtō, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, takami keigo.

☆ warnings: 18+ content, fem! reader, lots of nsfw

— MIDORIYA IZUKU.

he’s a sweetheart in bed, and outside of it! he loves to call you ‘baby’, and very occasionally, during a slow and soft session, your name or something cheesy yet cute like ‘love dove’

however, he has an extreme breeding kink holy fuck. he will pump you full of cum and beg to stay inside you, just so it won’t drip out. he hasn’t told you yet, but deep inside him, there is a desire to be a father. anyways the idea of breeding you turns him on to the max

missionary + mating press are his favorite positions; both are intimate yet so sexy

as i’ve said before, he is very curious when it comes to trying new things. the second you say something like “zuku, could i try touching your ass?” or “could we experiment with ropes?” he immediately researches all there is to know about that topic, and then returns to you and says yes. there is nothing off limits to him.. see here (except for 3somes tbh)

he eats pussy like a man starved. he’s real sloppy about it too — he will come up from between your legs panting, sucking on his wet fingers, the whole lower half of his face wet completely

— BAKUGŌ KATSUKI.

ass man!! slaps your ass all the time, sometimes during doggy style, he’ll make some very small explosions in his hands and then spank your ass with it

wants to fuck your ass at least 3 times before he dies.

complains when you give him hickeys, but gives you WELTS. they always bruise so horribly it looks like something beyond love bites. if he was jealous over something, he’ll give you a few on your neck, but most often he goes for your belly/waist and thighs

fucks your face and throat during blowjobs. he loves the feeling of you gagging on and/or choking on his cock; by the end of it, your face is streaked with tears and covered in spit. lowkey sexy to think about him using your mouth to get off.. but he always makes you cum hard afterwards

he has no issue fucking you in front of someone else, especially when he’s jealous (usually he contains it but sometimes it eats him alive)

he buys you so many thongs and panties, and when you take them off for sex and they’re wet with your slick, he pockets them and wraps them around his cock to jerk off to you later

— TODOROKI SHŌTŌ.

he cannot contain himself when you take control. when his hands wander while you’re riding him, you’ll grab them and pin them down above his head, or at his sides. every single time, his face glows bright red, and he feels himself get closer

when your tits are out, he always asks if he can lay on them, or play with them. while you’re having sex, he will immediately start sucking on your nipples or pressing his face into your chest. probably has a secret lactation kink

he likes blindfolding you. sho has so many silk ties, and he lets you choose which one you like best, and then he puts it on you. when you’re blindfolded, he kisses every inch of your body, brushes his fingers along the softness of your inner thighs. when he finally makes it to your pussy, he’ll lap at your wetness like he’s in a desert. he lavishes your clit with the best attention, and when you cum, he keeps going. he has a standard for himself: you need to cum 2-3 times before he fucks you

for the longest time, sho thought that women could only cum if they squirted.. he’s fucked you through 4 orgasms, trying to get you to squirt. of course, he forgets about the cum you’ve already sprayed all over his chest, because he didn’t know those were squirts. same thing when eating you out — won’t move at all until you’re gushing. i could see him enjoying water sports tbh

— KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

thighs man all the way. eiji is always wrapping your thighs around him, or making you cum hard enough for your thighs to choke him out when he’s eating your pussy. he really likes thigh riding, but it’s hard for him to be patient and let you cum from that without flipping you onto the bed and fucking you

red is his favorite color. he fucks you on your period

very quick to praise you in bed, and he gets shy when you do the same with him. unrelated but he really likes when you tug on or pull his hair. his scalp is definitely an erogenous zone

when you give him handjobs, he loses himself. if you’re not doing it already, he’ll start pulling his own hair; when you give him a hj be sure to suck on his nipples at the same time. eiji gets very loud and desperate. also, he’ll sometimes wrap his hand around yours, and move it faster in his cock. it’s not that it means you’re doing something wrong, he just enjoys the extra closeness and speed

— KAMINARI DENKI.

denki is quick to cum when he fucks you, unless you tell him beforehand you want him to last longer

he enjoys creampies, but prefers quickies with creampies, so his cum can drip out of you and into your underwear. honestly he has a huge cum fixation — he’ll cum inside you and eat you out, use his own cum as lube to keep going even though it makes him start to cry from overstimulation

he enjoys edging, giving/receiving. when you edge him with a handjob or blowjob, he begs you to let him cum, but then switches up when he’s about to, and begs to be edged more. if he’s edging you, he will show no mercy. you have to be crying if you want to cum

blowjob enthusiast! he is so eager to have your mouth on him, and is loud and whiny when it is. he loves when you deepthroat him, and pushes your head down almost every time or tries to fuck your mouth. when he fills up your mouth, he pulls you up and kisses you, moaning when he tastes himself on your tongue. also every time he cums, he gets super cuddly

“just the tip” guy 100%, then it turns into full on fucking, and you walk away with cum dripping out of your swollen pussy

— TAKAMI KEIGO.

he has a few erogenous spots on his wings, which must be touched with care and delicacy because he goes from 1 to 100 when they’re touched. if you tease him, he will push you down and fuck your brain out. sometimes, the right touch at the right moment will turn him into a begging mess

kei is a switch at heart. he’ll always tell you what to do, or do what you tell him. when you take control, he gets flustered but is very happy.

he LOVES face sitting so much. “but what if i hurt you?” “dying with my face in your pussy and you sitting on my face is my dream.” the second you agree, you find yourself slowly lowering yourself down onto his face, not even planning to sit all the way down when he grabs you and yanks you right down onto his tongue. and he’s so messy about it too. his slurping and quiet moans always make your face get hot.

istg deep down he’s always wanted to be a pornstar.. he enjoys filming videos of the both of you having sex, taking pictures of you with his cock in your mouth, etc etc. he really enjoys mirror sex as well. his wings always spread out a bit more when you’re both in front of a mirror