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MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪ !

prohero!kirishima x prohero!reader

genre: smut, p with plot (kinda)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con (aphrodisiac pheromones), joke gone wrong, bunnyquirk!reader (like rumi), kiri has an abnormal dick (inspired by @makoodles dragon dick series), hotheaded reader gets drunk on c-u-m, bakugo slander bc why not, copious amounts of cum, mentions of drowning in cum, unrealistic sex, breeding, impregnation kink, cervix breaching (if only i could do this irl, sigh), creampie, overstimulation, and kiri’s dick is sensitive ⛲️

+a/n: this was actually something i’ve had on my mind ever since i read makoodles’ dragon dick kiri. it’s just perfect and so addictive that i think i go back to read their dragon dick kiri works every week.

++ “eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

manga buddies from childhood, you and kirishima were never the type to shy away from a manga, preferring to keep your heads submerged into the pages as you fantasised about the different worlds you travelled through manga to manga. kiri was the silent reader whereas you would admire the heroes in typical hero vs villain mangas, barking at the villains when they got good hits on the heroes.

you swore you would be a hero just like rumi usagiyama and not long after, kirishima joined you in the pursuit of your dreams. even after following each other to ua, you still would end up in either of your dorm rooms, one silent and the other yelling profanities at 2d fictional characters. you were his bakugo 2.0. maybe that was why you couldn’t stand your best friend’s lesser best friend; he was just an extra.

you stuck with each other after ua, deciding to both continue pro-hero work with each other. you were his sidekick; the sidekick that would often be seen butting heads with ground zero in public after missions before being dragged away by an embarrassed red riot.

you basically lived with him, barging in whenever you wanted and sometimes getting tossed back out by bakugo. you would stomp your way into the penthouse after a stressful mission with two mangas in your hand, throw one at kirishima’s face, and then make yourself at home.

“what happened this time?” he grumbles, tired red eyes following you as you stomp past him and towards his bedroom door, noting how your white bunny ears flatten down against the sides of your head.

you pause in front of the brown door and his eyes wince shut, dreading what you’re about to do. you pull your arms back, give a shout and then kick your leg out, demolishing eijiro’s 16th door in the last month. “you have got to stop doing that, ___.”

“stupid fucking katsuki,” you mutter, struggling to climb onto a 6 foot tall bed that seems to always be hard to get onto when you’re angry. “and this stupid fucking bed,” you scream, thrashing about on the bed. kirishima can’t help but smile at how cute you are. with your legs dangling off of his bed and your demonic yelling into his duvet, you still look so precious and adorable to the number 5 hero.

“here, here, stop screaming…” he pushes up on your thighs when you drop your legs, hating how good your skin feels against his calloused hand. kirishima also can’t help but peek at your signature camel toe, eyeing the way the white latex clings onto your puffy cunt, defining your cute clit. his mouth waters. his eyes travel upwards to find your bountiful ass hanging out of your tight leotard; he loved how the latex sat snug in-between your ass cheeks.

your suit never failed to make sure he was trending the day after a mission for the big bulge between his legs.

“who has a bed this fucking tall…?” you grumble, clambering onto the bed. you don’t notice the red eyes burning into your ass as you wiggle your way up, too busy smoothing out the wrinkles and crinkles on your cover of bleach. sitting up, you turn to face kirishima. “oh— you’re red.”

your manly bestfriend stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks redder than his hair, and a hard-to-miss bulge in his grey sweatpants. you furrow your brows and squint at the impressive boner. “do you have a boner?” you ask, leaning over the bed’s edge to peer down at it. a bead of sweat rolls down eijirou’s temple. startled, he stumbles back when your head snaps back up. “did i give you a boner?”

kirishima stands stiff, stupefied at your question. he’s a pro-hero that has to put up with the weirdest shit on missions and off missions. from cowardly villains asking if he could just use their mouths as a replacement for their punishment, to fans asking if they could get a picture of his asshole for their rendition of a more accurate version of his new merch doll— he’s heard it all. but this— this question makes him shrivel up and wish he was six feet under.

“n-no…?” he hiccups.

“don’t you hiccup when you lie…?”

the way you narrow your eyes at him, raising your right eyebrow, like you do when you interrogate villains, and the way you scrunch your face up sends goosebumps through his body. he’s done for.

this time in a much more deeper, grovelling voice, he scoffs, “no, what? of course not!” lifting his chin, his chest puffs up and his jaw locks in place. even though he’s well into his 20s, you know he’s still attached to the word ‘manly’ and still frequently wonders if he’s reached the peak of manliness yet. you think he did ages ago. but you watch the heave of his chest stutter and the sweat roll down his temple (only to be intercepted by a quick swat) and you can’t help but scoff.

“eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“mmph~!”

kirishima was disgusted by your question. so disgusted that he dropped his pants and released his weeping cock within seconds. to say you were surprised about what hid in your best friend’s boxers would be an understatement. how could you have not noticed it throughout your 23 years of friendship?

“glurk glurk.”

now, you were obviously just joking… but it was so hideously marvellous. with bumpy ridges lining his thick, pulsing purple veins and a swollen base that definitely would not be fitting inside of you, he was so different, so ‘h-hot~!’. you made the mistake of sniffing it. after that deep sniff, you weren’t like yourself. it was like cupid’s nastier, ovulating twin had just hit you with her bow and now you were the one ovulating! with hearts for eyes, a leaking, soppy cunt for a vagina, and hentai, breastfeeding tits for breasts, you couldn’t help but give it just one lick…

“ah~…”

one lick turned into two, two turned into three and so on. but it was all just a new experience that you wouldn’t be regretting later on… who knew that eijirou kirishima had a big, fat—

“cooock~!”

trembling, his knees waver and his hands scramble to get a good grip on your hair, tilting your head back. you give him a dazed smile and whisper, “please, daddy~!” kirishima’s eyes almost fly out of his head at your plead. an unfamiliar, foreign rush sends hard, violent shivers throughout his tensing body. and then, kirishima eijirou lets out the most satisfied moan he’s ever conjured up in his 27 years of living.

hot spurts of white cum splatter against your face, almost hitting your eye. “fuuuck~!” your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a taste and, god, he tastes so sweet! you imagine what the insides of his balls looked like; similar to the oompa loompas in willy wonka’s chocolate factory, there would be miniature yous stirring the white liquid with giant sticks, prepping it for your cunt.

you pant, grinding your latex-covered clit against your palm. the sight of kiri cumming is so fucking hot; his eyebrows are furrowed, his head’s thrown back and his eyes are shut. his moans are so melodic you think of recording them to use them as asmr to fall asleep.

but you soon notice that he’s been cumming for over 30 seconds now, and the evidence of his non-stop firehose is all over your face, suit and hair. you know that if you don’t think of something quick, you would drown in his seed— not that you mind.

like a pro, you close your lips around his cock and within seconds, your cheeks are bloated. you shuffle closer to him, taking more of his cock in, because what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t let your best friend use your throat? his cum fires down your throat and straight into your stomach for a good minute before he finally opens his eyes and, god, was he in for a surprise.

his usual demonic, rabid and hotheaded best friend’s stuffed to the brim with his cum. your eyes smile even though a thick string of his cum had flung over your right eye, your cheeks are blown out with his seed and your face is painted over with hot, white goo… was he dreaming? your eyes beam a hot pink and your pupils are hearts. they’re oddly similar to the aphrodisiac villain kirishima fought the day before; the same villain that begged him to fuck their mouth. he thought he was able to deflect the horny asshole’s hits but now, he isn’t so sure.

“oh shit…” he whimpers.

you’re still swallowing what’s left in your cheeks with that dazed, cum-drunk look on your face. kirishima knows that once the horny, aphrodisiac pheromones had left your system, he was in trouble. but… does he really have to stop here?

your lips slide off the head of his cock and you hold a hand to your mouth and belly, struggling to swallow the last portion of thick cum. “mmph~!” dropping your hand to cradle your full stomach, your mouth finally opens with a burp and hot steam slips past your cherry lips. “m-more, eijirou~…” you moan, letting your tongue tease the head of his cock.

you don’t want him to stop, at least in this intoxicated state of mind, so why would he?

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“please, daddy, breed me!” you hate kids. “fucking impregnate me, knock me up, eijiro! please, i need it so bad! i looove you~!” you didn’t love him that much.

this would be an afternoon to regret.

your legs shake and your eyes roll back as kirishima’s mouth lolls open mindlessly. “i-i’m gonna—!” he doesn’t finish the sentence before he’s shoving his entire 9 inches into you, breaching your battered cervix and emptying his entire load inside of your pulsing womb, leaving no space for any leaks.

you’re greeted with another toe-curling orgasm as he floods your inside with a sticky white and ruts into you like a wild man. “i’m s-so s-sorry,” he keens and drops his head to your shoulders, drooling onto you as he continues fucking his cum into you.

your eyes tear up with your mouth releasing the most pornographic moans but the littlest twitches of your hips and clenches of your tiny cunt have him crying out, pressing his hand further into your swelling lower abdomen and spurting even more cum into you. you can feel the obscene amount of cum pooling around where you two are connected, even though he’s plugging you up so much that you think you’re about to split in half.

with a firehose thicker than your arm, a fat knot at the end of his cock, and a scent that drove you crazy, your childhood bestfriend had ruined you for any other man. you’re so painfully full that your eyes roll into their corners and your tongue wags out of your mouth and your hips hump back up into him;just like out of a hentai.

“s-so full!”

“you look pregnant already,” kirishima mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face. “what have i done…”

heavier, leaking tits, wider hips, and a ‘oh, i’m 6 months pregnant!’ belly: you literally tick off everything on what a doctor would call ‘the pregnancy criteria’. you’re lying on your back, cum all over your torn hero suit, and you’ve finally passed out. he doesn’t know how many rounds you went, or more worrying, how many times he came inside of you. if you really weren’t on birth control, he would be in trouble. he doesn’t know what he’s gonna say when you wake up and the dick pheromones are out of your system (hopefully).

but one thing he does know,

is that he’ll be making regular visits to that villain from now on.

#manga buddies; fin.

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BNHA boys when you cook together

Summary: How would Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari, Kirishima and Midoriya go when you have the house to yourself and want to use the kitchen?

A/N: This was also a little bit rushed, I’m trying to get a few things out while I write a larger fic... (Todoroki’s part made me so soft ngl) Please Enjoy!!

Bakugo:

Usually, he’d tell you to stay out of the kitchen

Maybe because he thought you would hurt yourself or if he was trying to treat you to a meal

Yells at you if you try to help, but you laugh it off

Have fun trying to tell him the whole point of your date was to cook together

After some major convincing, he lets you into his mother’s kitchen

Both of his parents were out, leaving the two of you alone

Mitsuki had purposefully made sure she was out of the house so you two could cook without her interfering

Bakugo struggles with letting you do things, not because he didn't trust you...

Yes, it was because he didn’t trust you

He takes cooking very seriously, so he certainly took charge

“Hey, do you need any help slicing the vegetables?”

“NO GO SIT DOWN”

“Katsuki, the whole point was for us to cook together!”

You sneak in and began preparing the meat behind him

He knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn’t stop you because he felt slightly guilty for ruining what was supposed to be a date

Still yells at you if it smells a bit burnt, though

Criticises every move you make, but only because he feels like he needs to yell at something

You laugh at him, though, nudging him as he scoops the vegetables into a bowl

Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you focused on transferring the meat from the pan to two plates

What you didn’t notice was how Bakugo had stopped in his tracks

His eyes were unwavering, trained on your face

The focused glisten in your eyes as you arranged the meat had him mesmerised

He thought he could get away with staring

But you turned to see him directly at you

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finishing the vegetables?”

“Tsk, I was thinking about finishing off the other food in the kitchen”

“Katsuki!”

“I MEANT THE MEAT, IDIOT”

Todoroki:

This boy is lost in the kitchen without you

Before you started dating, the only thing he knew how to make was cold soba

The first time you were alone in your home together and you asked Todoroki if you could make something, he was clueless

He insisted that you decide and that he would do it for you

After pulling out the equipment and ingredients for a simple rice bowl, you left him alone

You had full trust in him

He was smart enough, right?

However, he stood at the bench and stared at the recipe for nearly ten minutes

His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he studied that which was in front of him

He didn’t want to have to disrupt you by asking for help

You began to get worried, not hearing any movement from the kitchen

You got up, and hurried from your room to where Todoroki stood

“Shouto?”

He jumped, putting down the bag of rice he had been glaring at

The expression on his face made you laugh

“Can’t figure out how to cook the rice, hey? What do you need help with?”

“Everything”

“Everything?”

You couldn't help but laugh at him, especially at how his left side turned slightly pink

“It’s okay, Sho. I couldn’t figure out the rice cooker my first time either”

Reassuring him that you weren’t making fun of him, you took him through the steps of making the rice bowl

He started to get the hang of it, insisting that he could cut the vegetables and prepare the little bit of beef

Of course, you stayed close by, monitoring each of his movements

Slowly, he became quick confident in his skills, proud of his meal that he presented to you

The beef was a little burnt and the chives were shredded, but it was his tiny smile of achievement that made you love the meal even more

Cooking together became a fun little date thing for the two of you

You helped familiarise him with many forms of baking and he appreciated it heaps

It paid off, because he was always so proud of his cooking that he’d save you a bit for lunch the next day

Kaminari:

Get him out of the kitchen right now

Kaminari thinks he’s good, and he knows his way around the space, I feel

But something always goes wrong

Mostly over the stove, in the oven, or the microwave, of course

Unfortunately, you couldn’t really cook either

When it came to cooking, the two of you shared one braincell that bounced between you

But that braincell would think that you didn’t need to put water in the pot with the noodles when you cook it

You were screwed

It was Kaminari’s idea to cook a simple chocolate cake packet mix, because you had the responsibility to realise you shouldn’t suggest it

When you saw that it was a packet mix, you agreed

This idiot would try to be funny and mix the dry mix together, only to inhale it and start a massive coughing fit

The eggs would definitely leave a bit of shell in the batter

You’d get ahead of yourself, forgetting to melt the butter before adding it to the mix

The two of you would try to mix the butter into the batter together

Hands over each other’s on the spoon, you slowly began to cream the butter

It took a massive amount of effort and strength, but there were still frozen butter chunks left over

“Hey, maybe I could melt it with a few sparks!”

“Denki, no”

He thinks he’s being smart and innovative but he’s just special

The milk was the only thing that went successfully, measuring the right amount and only having a tiny spillage

You poured the batter into the cake tin and set the timer and heat to what was advised on the package

To distract him from setting the oven no fire, you led him to the couch

The two of you many or many not have snuck in a cheeky makeout session

When the oven’s timer went off, you both bolted to the kitchen

Fixing yourselves up first, of course

Kaminari almost forgot to put on oven mitts and went to grab the burning hot tin with his bare hands

The cake was a little burnt and you could see some chunks of butter that still hadn’t melted, somehow

But, when Kami went to get the cake out of the tin, he stopped

“Babe, did you lube the tin up?”

“No...”

“Damn it”

Yeah, you couldn’t get the cake out of the tin

Kirishima:

Sunshine boy’s actually quite good in the kitchen

Mainly because he’s able to improvise when something goes wrong with a happy attitude

He always gets his meat perfectly cooked, you don’t know how

You’re half decent at cooking too, having done some at school

The only thing that you struggled with was meat, which was perfect when you started dating Kiri

You both cook quite regularly together, especially on study dates to take a break

Kirishima would say it was unmanly to make you cook alone, even if you wanted to

Yes, Kiri, it is manly to help a lady in the kitchen, you’d think

Honestly, you’re whole relationship is you being super proud of him

But anyways

He’s more likely to forget the smaller things

Like, you could be halfway through preparing something for the oven when you call to him without taking your eyes off the food

“Hey, is the oven preheating, handsome?”

“Uh, I’ll do that right now”

Or, you could be preparing a fruit salad, and he dumped a bunch of cut strawberries into the bowl

“Did you wash those, Eijiro?”

“Argh, damn it, I’ll do it now. Sorry, pebble”

“Don’t worry about it”

You’d laugh at how he got flustered about forgetting when it wasn’t a big deal

He’s just trying to impress you, please let him

Doesn’t let you use one of the big knives

If you have to use it, or you insist you’ll be fine, he’ll be hovering over your shoulder just to make sure you don’t get hurt

Anything in the kitchen that poses any threat to your safety he’s doing

You manage to convince him otherwise, but if you do get hurt...

That’s another topic for another day

Whatever the two of you were making would be made to perfection, maybe not Bakugo’s standard but just the way you like it

Remember, in the kitchen with Kiri, you always come first

Midoriya:

Surprisingly, you were the one who couldn’t cook in the relationship

No way Midoriya was able to cook by himself either, so he couldn’t take the reigns

Both of you love doing soft things for dates, so cooking together was something that came up in conversation a lot

He was well aware that you only knew how to boil water to make instant noodles, but he didn’t mind

Sure, he wasn’t much better than that either

So, you decided to set aside a day when his mum could teach you

He’d much rather Inko teaching him to cook than some random he paid

To him, his mum’s cooking is the best in the world

Of course you let out an ‘aw’ when he said that

When the day arrived, Inko had chosen a meal for the both of you to make with her guidance

Katsudon - Midoriya’s favourite

He was so excited that you couldn’t help but giggle

Inko knew this was supposed to be a date for the two of you, so she gave you the instructions and a few pointers

At the beginning, she watched on for a distance

Midoriya would mumble to himself about measuring the ingredients in cups instead of grams

While he’s still trying to calculate it, you had already poured it into the bowl dedicated for the sauce

He apologises for getting distracted, which you wave off

You always found his mumbling moments cute

Once she saw that you two were capable, Inko told you to call out to her when you needed help and left you two alone

Now it was finally a more of a date setting, not that you minded Inko’s presence at all

Midoriya immediately got more mumbly and blushy when you were alone

Mostly because he was kind of freaking out that something would go wrong

“Izuku, baby, the rice is done”

“Oh, of- of course... I’ll get it”

Everything was going relatively smoothly anyway, that was until you had to crumb the pork

Both of you were at a loss, so you called in Inko for help

Midoriya constantly mumbled almost the entire time when Inko wasn’t in the kitchen

This caused for you to have to hold his hand to calm him down

Baby boy thanked you so much, claiming that you were mainly the one to cook

Which was true, he constantly found himself asking for your help

You didn’t mind, finding the whole situation really cute

The katsudon might not have been the best, but he loved it

That was because his two favourite people helped him make it

Slowly, as he got more confident in the kitchen, he’d make you small things all the time

But, being a mama’s boy, there was always a bit of Inko flare