#baka tsuki n co (bnha)

[thelustdevil]

Hear me out…

Chubby Chaser!Kirishima.

It’s no secret Kiri appreciates the thicker babes in life. And you certainly caught his eye.

He sees you out with friends at a cafe near his agency.

To be honest, your laugh caught his attention first, but as soon as he saw you, he needed to know your name.

His eyes were glued to you. The way your tummy squished while you sat. Or the way your thighs moved when you did.

He just needs to dig his fingers into your plush hips while he fucks you.

When he gets the courage to say hi instead of just staring, you greet him warmly. He’s a favorite hero of yours.

Conversation flows easy for the few minutes he’s there, how are you so hot? The way your breasts squeeze when you move forward has him by the throat.

He leaves with your number and a smile on his face. He texts you daily now.

Soon enough you find yourself on a late-night food date with him. It’s a spontaneous plan, he’s off patrol decently early for once.

Invites you over to watch a movie while you eat. You make it though the first movie, the takeout contains in various states of almost empty on the table.

The second movie is where it happens.

You stood up to clean, not wanting to settle in too much and leaving them out. A pair of chopsticks falls onto the floor and you bend over-

He has his hands on your thick ass in an instant. You almost jump from the contact. Instead you lean into it.

You’re in his arms and in his bedroom faster than you thought he could move.

His self-control is running so damn thin when he sees the Red Riot underwear barely covering your fat pussy lips.

No you will not be walking tomorrow. He has thought about burying himself between those thighs since day one.

He’s a messy eater but fuck you taste just as good as you look.

You look hotter than he imagined bouncing on his thick cock. The fat of your ass being squeezed and slapped by him.

He wants to take you again in the morning when he sees you lying there in one of his shirts.

Spoiler alert: he does. You’re a happy lil mf.

Part 2.

A/N: Kiri has me by the throat. Idk why but my size kink and him are besties at this point. My chubby ass (yes this was self indulgent what abt it) just wants to be thrown around by his 6’whatever frame. I know this mans hands are bigger than my face. God grant me this one thing damn.

[thelustdevil]

!!!Minors DNI • EXPLICIT content!!!

It was supposed to be just a chill night with Izuku…

The two of you made dinner together earlier that night and picked out a movie for afterwards. It was your normal Saturday night plan if he had the night off. Dinner had just been cleared away and Izuku was debating where to play the movie. The living room or in his room.

“What do you think?” He turns to you, hand on his chin. “The room makes more sense to me…”

“Oh? Is it that kind of night?” You smirk at him and laugh as the blush grows on his face. He begins to stammer a reply before you wave it off. “I’m just kidding, it does make more sense. We’ll probably fall asleep after.”

The blush is still covering his cheeks and he turns towards the room. You’re still laughing softly as you finish cleaning up. It was easy to make him nervous, and made you feel a bit better about your nerves.

Though your friendship was fairly new, you found that you carried a lot in common with each other. It made hanging out all the much easier. Sure you still got a little shy around him. But who wouldn’t? He stood so tall over you but was such a sweetheart, it almost made your teeth hurt.

And you’ll be the first to admit that when you first met there was definitely interest there. But, the weight of both of your growing careers and the lack of time made it hard for anything to come of it. You both had agreed that being close companions until things settled would be the best option. Honestly, you were just ecstatic to find such a warm hearted friend in the end. Regardless of where your paths ended.

You’re still stuck in your thoughts when you make your way into the bedroom. He’s already under the covers, a spot flanked by his arm and pillows waits for you. Turning off the lights and closing the door, you get into his bed. Not even a few seconds pass before he’s pulling into him, resting your head against his chest and securing his arm against your lower back. Snuggling closer you smile, content with your position and the smell of his cologne so close to you.

The first half of the movie passes uneventfully. Izuku’s hand traces small patterns against your back. Up and down, the rhythm matching the pace of your heart. Occasionally he’ll squeeze you a little tighter and you’ll let out a giggle. When you call him out on it, he claims it’s his way of knowing you’re awake.

“What if I was already asleep?” Looking up at hun, you raise a brow. “What about that, hmm?”

“Why are you falling asleep during the movie?” He teases back. “Is it boooring?” Dragging out the word, he tickles your sides. You’re laughing and trying to roll away. Your yells of “no” being drowned out by the large gasps of air being pulled into your lungs.

Finally he gives you mercy and stops, staring as you catch your breath. Looking up, you catch his eye and smile. From this angle the two of you are only a few inches away from being face to face. You blush and look away, rolling your eyes.

“You know, you’re a dor-“ Your teasing insult is cut short as Izuku rushes forward, crashing his lips to yours. One hand moves from your sides to your hip, while the other makes its way upwards. He’s caressing you as he continues kissing you deeper. You place your hands around his neck, tongue poking out between your lips to softly lick at his, deepening the kiss as his mouth opens.

There’s a battle between the two of you, tongues dancing around each other, the grip on your hips becomes bruising, and you can feel the warmth growing between your legs. You catch his lip between your teeth and bite down, pulling it with you slightly as you lean away. Izuku lets out a nearly pornographic moan and chased you back. Pressing his lips to yours rougher than before.

“I ah, I really like when you do that.” He breathes into your mouth. Pulling away, he leans back, resting against the wall. You tuck yourself against his chest again, looking up at him. Looking down, he smiles, “Sorry, I just needed to do that and now I need to calm my heart down… among other things.” He blushes and rubs the back of his head.

The blush tells you everything you need to know. Looking down, you trail a hand to the prominent bulge in his sweats. Teasing him over his pants, you turn your head to face him, “I can always help with that, ‘Zuku” he groans softly and you continue, “if you want me to, of course.”

He gives a soft yes and a nod of his head. Taking your cue you help him pull his sweat and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring up. It’s semi-hard and already looks like it could split you. Settling between his bare legs, you get to work. You let yourself get used to the feeling of his thick cock in your hand. Opening your mouth, you tilt towards it. The head slides into your mouth and continues until it touches the back of your throat and you force yourself to swallow around it.

Izuku groans and throws his head back, “Oh fuck”.

You continue taking it deep in your throat before pulling up for air. Gathering spit in your mouth, your hands slowly pull his cock up and down, once you’ve deemed there was enough you spit on it. Your eyes on Izuku’s the entire time. The warm cavern of your mouth is quick to follow once more, but your hands stay in the same position. Allowing you to jerk him off while you focus on the tip. And focus you do.

Izuku moans once more and his hands find purchase in your hair. You whine as you feel him pull slightly, adjusting his grip before slowly moving your head down his cock once more. “There you go. Oh fuck baby, your mouth is heaven.”

He brings his hips up to meet you in the middle and you let him. You’ve never felt so needy giving head before, all you want is for him to use you while he lets out those beautiful sounds.

“Oh fuck, just like that. So good to me.” He pants loosening his grip slightly. Taking the opportunity you removing your remaining hand and press forward fully. Your nose is buried in the light shadow of hair at the base of his cock. You can feel the tip hitting the back of your throat. Staying there for a pause, you work your tongue around what you can. Pulling back up to the tip, you place your hands around his length once more and begin a fast rhythm. Up and down, while the mix of drool and precum drip from your mouth.

“Please, baby, I’m gonna cum” both hands are on your head once more and the pace of his hips increases. “Just like that, fuck fuck fuck,” he stills as the warm salty liquid spills into your mouth. You continue sucking until he’s whining once more, pulling you off and up towards him.

He pulls you into a deep kiss. Running his hands up and down your body, massaging you softly. Izuku smiles as he pulls away to look at you.

“I think it’s time I return the favor.”

[thelustdevil]

!!Minors DNI • EXPLICIT Content!!

Remember Chubby Chaser!Kiri? Here’s another thought for ya…

Chubby Chaser!Kirishima constantly buying you shorts, undergarments and lingerie that are just slightly too small. A pant size lower, a cup size down. Small changes that he figured you wouldn’t notice. But god did he. (So did you but seriously would you stop dick like that??)

These tighter clothes were molding to your body. Forcing them to dig into the plush fat along your hips, thighs and tummy. Causing your tits to spill out of the top of your bra. He loves seeing the way the fabric settles into the natural contours of your body. Leaving nothing to the imagination. Every curve, bump, roll. He can count every one and he’s pretty sure he cums every time he does.

And don’t worry about any uncomfortable feelings from how tight the clothes are. They never last that long on you.

[thelustdevil]

Complicated

18+ below the cut MDNI

NB!Reader x Various, no specific characters mentioned but my personal list is at the bottom.

CW: Sexual content, romantic themes, relationship dynamics, gray romantic area.

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The two of you had a complicated relationship… it wasn’t always terrible. But people didn’t understand it. So you didn’t talk about it much, and they didn’t ask.

Going to high school together, then university. Falling in love between the two. Then breaking up halfway through your third year of university. By the beginning of your last year, you rarely said a polite hello in the hallways. In public you were nothing more than a previous flame, all burnt out now.

In private, that all changed. Those embers would never go out.

He’d bury himself inside you just to feel the warmth of your soft, wet walls. Running your fingers up and down his spine as you sit on his lap. Strands of his hair tickle your neck while his forehead rests on your shoulder. Sometimes he’d lay you down on your side, cock still buried inside you, and the afternoon would be spent sleeping in each others arms. Only to wake up to his slow thrusting, strong arms caging you in while they hold him above you. Your legs are pushed to the sides. He’s loving you right now, savoring the feeling of your like he’d ever have the chance of forgetting it.

Are you thinking about me? Is it going too far?

Little things he’d ask you. He’d whisper them against your back while his arms are wrapped around you. Every time you’d reassure him. If you really weren’t okay with this, you wouldn’t be here. Simple as that. You remind him that both of you have grown up a lot since you first met. Conversations like this flow easier. Communication flows easier.

He’d laugh. He knew that was jokingly directed at him. Before you’d even had time to think, he would be between your legs, apologizing once more for his previous juvenile actions. You both knew he’d been forgiven ten times over but you also knew he wouldn’t stop.

You don’t date anyone else. Or sleep with anyone else. Not that either of you wanted to.

It didn’t feel like your relationship was a secret. Nor did it feel like a relationship. But it felt right. Privacy had always been thing for you two. Your relationship was public conversation when you had a history of academic prowess and extracurricular athletic success. But it was also your little oasis amid busy lives and building future careers, being functioning young adults. And it still was. Only now, the two of you were the only souls that knew of it.

Dates were a thing, they just happened at home or far from it. Pictures of the two of you smiling in front of different dazzling views sprinkled both of your bedrooms. He wouldn’t admit it but you tell him you know he just wants to fuck you near every landmark. So this whole country has your touch lingering everywhere. He’s says you’re being dramatic and he couldn’t possibly help how hot you are in vacation mode.

Call it an obsession but every free moment is spent together. Or spent texting each other, quick Snapchat videos and goofy memes sent back and forth. Even if you weren’t directly interacting with him, he was on your mind. The image of him clouded your thoughts while you daydreamed. You felt his touch ghosting over your skin while laid in bed at night. His voice beckoned you from your dreams, promising visions of a future starring only you two.

You knew he felt the same. He’d confessed his feelings during late nights, your bodies intertwined keeping the nights chill at bay. Hushed whispers escaped his lips as he buried himself closer to you. Telling you how he sees you when closes his eyes at night. He can feel the way your touch warms his body even when you aren’t there. Visions of you in his mind flashing around. Nothing felt as real as you. Nothing felt as right.

Those were the nights you spent the longest ruining the sheets. Those nights he buried himself deep inside you every time he came. You knew your body would never accept someone as deeply as you did him. He touched every part of you when he fucked you. The feeling stronger than any drug you’d ever taken. This shit was soul deep, and both of you thrives in it.

You knew one day things would shift. Paths would align and finally the two of you could build the life you actually wanted. Nothing framed by contracts or business. Just you and your man against it all.

EREN, Levi, Connie, BAKUGO, Izuku, KIRI, Sero, Hitoshi, SHOTO, Shouta, YUJI, Megumi, YUTA, GOJO, TOJI.

[thelustdevil]

Help! I dunno what the next post should be:

[thelustdevil]

Just thinkin’ about the boys

who love to go down…

…the ones who will gladly spend the afternoon, and every afternoon, with their head buried in between your thighs. Saturating every single sense with you. His tongue makes focused ministrations, traveling up and down, dipping in and out in a rhythm only a man starving could compose. The sweet taste of you is the only meal able to satisfy his appetite.

The warm wetness dripping from you coats his mouth, chin, up to his cheeks as he loses himself in your delicious ocean. He’s groaning and moaning into your pussy as he makes a mess of it. The muted vibrations against your sensitive skin have you arching up in added pleasure. Your breaths are airy, mouth stuck in an “o” shape.

The sounds you make are the perfect encouragement for him. hands buried in his hair, pulling and tugging him along. Your soft thighs and hips grinding upwards for just a little more friction as you chase your orgasm. His name is a chant that spills out as you cum. But he’s not done yet, this is just the first few of many. For him the waters warm and he’s just getting started.

[thelustdevil]

Fueling those café au’s in my head... Part 2!

This time let’s look at what baked goods they would enjoy. 🫶🏼 (based on what I offer in shop & some new ideas!)

Part One: Drinkies!

Hitoshi S.

Will buy the cute seasonal sugar cookies, especially the cat themed ones during the spring & fall. Otherwise a blueberry muffin will suffice. If he’s really hungry a baked cheese & plant “sausage” turnover.

Denki K.

Frosted muffins, loaves & scones. The frosted matcha & vanilla crème Swiss roll is a favorite of his. But the frosted strawberry scone is a good second choice. Will be the one to order a breakfast bagel when super hungry.

Katsuki B.

He enjoys spice over sweet that much is true. He’s not one to order baked goods often, but there’s a hatch chili bread released during the later fall season that he will buy a slice or two of. If not, a savory maple sausage pull-apart roll every once in a while never hurt.

Izuku M.

Flaky pastries!! Always always. Chocolate croissant? Yes. Spinach feta croissant? Also yes. Spiced ham & pepper Jack cheese blossom? … yes. Quiches with buttery crust. Biggest yes. It’s used in so many dishes and so yummy in his opinion.

Shoto T.

Plain/simple flaky pastry or biscuit. Usually something to go along with his tea. There’s an orange blossom and currant biscotti that he’s grown fond of thanks to midoriya’s suggestion. Will have some quiche if offered. Not the meat heavy ones though.

Eijirou K.

Sweet boy loves some sweet loaf slices. He will indulge in pumpkin spice during the season. Otherwise the spiced loaf or apple crumble loaf are great choices. Will get the warm breakfast sandwiches on fresh bread.

Hanta S.

Contrast to his drinks and similar to bakugo, Sero likes the more savory pastries. The rosemary & tomato tart is the perfect snack. While the chili, egg & spinach blossom is a good breakfast option in his eyes.

Tenya I.

Cinnamon roll, no raisins but yes to cream cheese icing. Only once in a blue moon though. He allows himself to enjoy this with his classmates. Otherwise a buttery croissant will do, there’s no need for the excess sugar all the time.

Dabi

Again this mf doesn’t go to coffee shops… Will take warm bread, he likes the softness of it when it’s freshly baked. The topped toast options are usually what he goes for. The special spices Ogura jam with everything bagel seasoning is a go to.

Hawks

Learned to like the Ogura jam pastries because of Dabi. Will get the baked Ogura & sea salt stuffed rolls. There’s also a seaweed flakes croissant he enjoys with a sweet plum jam.

Mirio T.

Loves to try just the most American sounding baked goods. Apple strudel with cinnamon, strawberry & rhuebarb blossoms, Canadian bacon and cheddar boomerang? All yeses! Tamaki has told him countless times that two of those things are decidedly not American but Mirio is too busy ordering to hear him.

Tamaki A.

Is less shy when it comes to ordering pastries from his favorite bakery. Enjoys trying the new seasonal items. The sweet Sakura dango was a big hit with him. Will also get the milk bread toasted with a semi-runny egg & chives on top.

Shota A.

A bagel. He enjoys trying to different toppings but prefers having something easy to eat between classes and napping. Open to trying different kinds of bagels as well. Hizashi once bought him a breakfast bar and he enjoyed it. Still gets bagels though.

Hizashi Y.

Much like Tamaki, Hizashi likes trying the seasonal pastries. It only makes sense if he’s trying the seasonal drinks too! It’s the full experience. The toasted coconut & pineapple loaf was a surprising new favorite. So was the miso & cucumber tea sandwich.

*based on my view of them & their personalities*

Might do this for JJK or another fandom next. This has also given me new ideas for some trial goods in the bakery next week…

[thelustdevil]

My brain keeps bouncing around a chubby!reader x ProHero! Kirishima lil Drabble

Y’all wanna read it or no?

[thelustdevil]

SØS

Toxic!Bakugo x Toxic!Reader drabble.

CW: swearing, mentioned/referenced physical violence (on both parties), I see them as a little tipsy or slightly drunk but that can be ignored.

“I cannot fucking believe you!” He stormed across the bedroom. His hand roughly fumbling with the knot in his tie. “You- you fucking punched her. In front of everyone!”

“She had her hands all over you! And the shit she was saying to you?” You were so angry, spit was flying. Shaky hands pull at the pins in your hair, letting it fall free.

“We were in the middle of a fucking gala. Did you really not think? How fucking stu-“ his massive frame turned towards you, arms crossed. Katsuki’s anger was almost as big as he was.

You lunged forward, knees at the edge of the bed. One gripped the sheets while the other pointed at him accusingly, “Don’t you dare finish that fucking statement”. Eyes wild you shook at him.

“Why the fuck not.” He snapped at you. Dark eyes glared back, brows drawn and angry.

“Because. Because Kats! It is no different then when you beat someone’s ass for looking at me weird” you mocked his gruff tone.

Rolling his eyes, he let out a gruff laugh. “Yeah sure, whatever you say”.

You yelled out, cursing him and this stupid connection you held. “Tell me I’m wrong”.

“We were… together then. Obviously.” He shrugs his shoulders and continues his staring contest. “We aren’t now”.

“Be fucking forreal”. Scoffing, you lean backwards. “You and I both know that only time we haven’t been together was before we fucking met Kats”.

A/N: this is technically part of a bigger work but I wanted to get this out cuz I really liked it. I’ve been listening to SZA and oof. I promise I’ll get y’all some fluff as a redemption.

[thelustdevil]

The honeymoon scene from Twilight but it’s Kiri x Chubby!Reader. He’s throwin ya ass around and you wake up in the morning spotted like a mf cheetah.

[thelustdevil]

Take this next bit of writing however you want. It’s mainly me rambling based on a mix of things I’m going through right now & the idea of grieving a significant other. This isn’t written in any universe but I did rewrite my original thoughts with the ability to imagine a chosen character as the POV.

When sudden tragedy strikes the small home you’ve built with your partner. They find struggling with your absence is never a linear process.

tw: grieving, death (no explicit description), depression, hopeful ending. Written from their POV.

I wake up in a cold sweat. Gasping for air as I frantically pat the space next to me before abruptly stopping. What am I looking for? You’re not there, not for a while now. I sigh as I run a hand over my face, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Time to wake up I suppose.

The floor is cold when I slide out of bed and stand. The ache in my muscles greeting me as I stretch. It fades as I walk, while the ache in my heart remains.

I’m missing the comfort of your energy. It’s painfully obvious at this point. The house is quiet, empty even, without you here. You were the warmth that kept it together. That kept me together.

Grabbing a single cup for coffee feels wrong now. Only making enough breakfast for one carries a weight I’m not fond of. Now it’s just Señor Mittens and I sitting at the kitchen island. Poking at our food because you’re not here laughing and telling stories as you relax after your graveyard shift.

Everything only felt right when it came to you.

You, you were the moon shining the way for all the other stars. The excitement you carried was infectious and the wisdom you shared was beyond your years. You carried the youngest and oldest soul I’d ever encountered. Every interaction I had with you left me with something new to cherish about that gorgeous, bright soul of yours.

Breakfast is left half eaten while I decide a shower is the new focus of this morning. It’s been longer than I want to admit and even Mittens is giving me a look at this point. He follows me to the bathroom, probably to make sure I actually go into the tub. I can’t find the effort to be offended by this helicopter cat behavior. You probably told him to. A small chuckle escapes at the thought before trailing off. The sound feels hollow in this moment, wrong even.

I can’t bring myself to look into the mirror while I undress. Letting my clothes fall to the ground before kicking them out of my way. The baggy shirt and boxers practically dwarf me when I wear them but it’s all I can bother to wear. You never cared what I wore. Even a paper sack would’ve made you holler about how cute I looked, how unbearably hot I was. And I started believing you.

Every insecurity died in the face of your unwavering support & confidence. Beyond looks and clothing even. You believed in me even when I didn’t myself. Every day was a new adventure, a new challenge for you, and you were always so ready to bring your loved ones along for the ride.

Turning on the water, I step into the hot shower before I decide to break down on the bathroom floor. It wouldn’t be the first or last time but I know I need this. You would have told me the same. The water is a heated distraction from the hurt I want to wallow in.

But you hated being sad or upset.

And I promised myself I would never not be grateful for being allowed to know you in this lifetime. To love you.

Every day, I loved you.

Every day, I still love you.

Every day, I will always love you.

The promises I made to you and myself in the dark hours of the night. Both before and… after. Quiet whispers against pillows that float into the starry sky, carried by a soft breeze that lingers against skin. You looked beautiful under the moonlight.

A choked sob tries to force its way out of my throat. I lean against the tile of the shower, letting my shoulders drop and the tears flow, mixing with the water from the shower head. There’s a dark feeling that rises when I think about you, how beautiful you are… were. Like it’s a crime, a betrayal, to take something so pretty away from the world. From me.

At this rate I’m going to ruin this whole shower idea. The soap and shampoo remain untouched and I’m unbothered by that fact. Choosing to focus on my emotions and grief.

And I know that, in my heart of hearts, you rest easy now. Peaceful and angelic as always. They’ve always said;“The prettiest flowers get picked first”. Which, I get it now. That corny line finally resonates. You were the most breathtaking creature I’d ever seen.

As I reluctantly reach for the soap I try comforting myself by telling myself that I know I’ll see you again one day sweet girl. That you haven’t left me. You linger in the scent of your body wash as I lather it along myself. In the memories of hearing you sing from the kitchen while I get ready for work and you get ready for bed. In the way Señor M meows when he hears his food can because you taught him to say please and thank you like a true gentleman.

God you were the definition of perfect. An angel on earth.

Shutting off the water, I step out and grab a towel. Throwing it around my waist and heading back towards my bedroom. Small paws patting as they follow me from the bathroom. Sitting on the side of our bed I stare at the closet door. Knowing your scent will pour out once I open it. I flick my eyes over the the dresser instead, knowing majority of my clothing lies in there. My stomach rolls as I think of reaching into my drawer, hand brushing the velvet box in the corner.

Which option will hurt less? Do I really have to put clothes on?

A meow pulls me from my thoughts and I sigh before tossing a look at the cat and standing. Drawers it is, at least my clothes just smell like me. I make a point to grab from the opposite side of the drawer. Small steps. Right? Whatever, it’s just a ring, I lie to myself.

As soon as the thought crosses my mind I throw it out. You mean more than that, you always have. If you heard me now you’d definitely give me shit for my attitude.

It’s definitely not just a ring. Not when it came to you. Months, years, went into this ring. I wanted to give you the perfect ring, something as unique and gorgeous as you. Something you could show off in your own little way.

By the time I’ve gotten dressed, I’ve made up my mind. I’m tossing a loving thought up to you as I grab the velvet box, my car keys and a one of the many collars you painstakingly picked out for Señor. He adored you just as much as I did & you took great pleasure spoiling him.

I decide to pay a visit to your parents too. And then the jewelers.

[thelustdevil]

Walking around in your massive Red Riot t-shirt feeling like his biggest whore fan.

[thelustdevil]

The Song of a Warrior

CW: death; descriptions of, blood, major character loss, grief, panic relating to. War; battlefield description, no explicit combat. Major angst, sadness. This is not a happy time at all. Queer relationships; M/M.

Bakugo and Kirishima, inspired by the song of Achilles.

The battle raged around me, copper saturated my tongue while the dying calls of men filled my ears. I hear my name among some of them but none, not a damn one of them matter.

Not unless it’s your voice. You, with your handsome, stupid smile you have for me. The way your eyes glint with an emotional conviction that shapes me. I won’t stop until I find it. Find you.

Here, even amidst death, you hold my whole being in a vice grip. Every part of me knows I must see you, now.

And like the most captivating mirage, there you laid; bloody, beautiful, and still. The sun catches the colors of your skin like melted gold and shines against the metal of your armor. My heart soars as I close in.

I want to call out to you, I almost do. But the words catch in my throat when I finally realize, the blood is yours. The painful reality of why rattles in my mind but I refuse to let it settle.

You, my sun, are bleeding and still. Laid limp over the bodies of other men. The red of your hair mingles with the ribbons of scarlet blood winding in and around you.

The scream of your name tears it’s way out of my throat. Devastation mauls and carves every syllable as I push myself towards my lifeline, towards you.

Achilles to Patrolicus Bakugou to Kirishima

[thelustdevil]

A snippet of something I’ve been cooking up…

No context! Let’s jump in, shall we?

…

“The Ichi Lounge is a lavish spot in the heart of Tokyo’s most electric, vibrant and alluring district. The suave club boasts a sleek, perfectionist aesthetic bolstered by an air of secrecy. Black, gold, and white color the scene, highlighted by tastefully bright neon lights. Color flashes across the room, bouncing from one of the many reflective surfaces to the next. It persuades you to melt into the atmosphere around you, flow with the push and pull of bodies. The club catered to everyone who walked in as a VIP, promising you could let go as you wish. After proving time and time again that their word was true, the Ichi lounge claimed it’s rightful place as number one.

In reality, no one knew much about the owners of the popular club. Everyone knew enough that they didn’t need to ask more. Plus why fix something that isn’t broken? They did their job well and the pro’s weren’t about to give up their new found oasis.

So Ichi stayed and business grew. Word spread around and soon it became the most popular spot for the most A-List of heroes. All because they knew that when they walked in there, they could leave it all behind. Whatever took place behind the doors of Ichi, stayed there.

And while the pro’s played dream house, Ichi found another place to make a name for itself. And keep the business funded of course. What started out as providing neutral ground for meetings and leisure turned into drug trafficking and the involvement in organized crime.

Ichi belongs just as much to the “heroes” as much as it does the “villains”. Everyone seems to understand that, everyone but him. I should ki-“

“God girl, we get it. “Protect la familia” and all that shit” Lupe rolled her eyes as she jumped down from the counter. “If you’re so mad then talk to him”.

“I sent Mei to go grab him already, he sent her back because he’s busy with heroes. We have a meeting with a fucking villain in ten minutes. He can’t keep blowing this side of business off to gawk while he dick rides Japan’s top ten”.

“Then go get him, but behave. I saw the top two come in earlier”. Lupe turned back to her papers, waving her guest away.

Nodding and walking away, the other woman made her way to the man in question. Her soon-to-be former business partner. She knew exactly where he’d be, based on the seating plan on the tablet she snagged from the greeting stand.

A private table in the back corner of the club, in a seating area hidden by well placed curtains. Her eyes needed a second to adjust to the dim lighting coming from the below-table lights. She found him quick enough though.

Remembering Lupe’s warning she approached in a friendly way. Catching Tai’s attention softly.

“Hey! Hey buddy! We gotta go!” She whisper-called to him, like a mother herding a child. Her hand rested on his upper arm, the grip she held looked deceivingly light. The intent was to let him know he didn’t have a choice while letting the table know nothing.

“Huh? Oh-! We’re talkin’ here, give us a moment would ya babe?” He smiled and turned to move out of her grip. She took a step towards him as he did, keeping her arm steady.

He turned to her, confused, as she leaned in towards his farthest ear, whispering.

“Hey buddy, I’m getting tired of this. If you don’t come with me right this second, I’m gonna kill you where you stand. Pros or not, they won’t save you. I don’t give a fuck if my sister has your baby growin’ in her. Yeah”?

Leaning back out she smiled, “So let’s go, huh?”.

He nodded shakily, bidding a quick goodbye to the heroes. She turned and smiled at them, trying to keep her cool and not end a life right there. Her eyes flashed onto each hero quickly, some connected their eyes while others just missed her glance.

Dynamight, who was seated closest to her, held her gaze a flash of a moment too long, leaving her with an awkward flush. Turning, she decided this interaction was over and moved to turn and walk away, shitty cargo in tow.

Before they could turn the closest corner, a call stopped them. Dynamight calling Tai’s name. Both of them turned around, breath bated.

“Congrats on the baby. And you, congrats on being an aunt”. He raised his glass to each of them in turn, before taking a drink, gaze unwavering and strong.

She groaned inwardly and smiled, raising the hand holding Tai and waving quickly. Turning away once more, she waited until the left the seating area to smack Tai across the back of his head.

“I fuckin’ hate you and this job sometimes”.

“At least you met Dynamight-“ Smack. “Ow!”

…

Well… there it is. This little nut has been in my brain for a hot minute now. I really wanted to put this out there though. I like it and i really like this little story I’ve built. Maybe I’ll put out more in a bit. But enjoy this for now!

[thelustdevil]

I kinda want to do an event, just because… we’ll see.

[thelustdevil]

Writing updates:

Just letting y’all know what I’m working on!

Rock Lock Request- NSFW

Bakugo Request- SFW

Dabi Headcannons- SFW & NSFW

NSFW alphabet with Toshi, Kiri, Sho & Kats. (Inbox me for more characters)!

NSFW alphabet with Itadori, Yuuta, Toge, Megs.

Part two^ with Nanami, Gojo, Toji.