Dont Have Enough People That Like Me Tho. Also Havent Written In A Long Time Cuz Been Feeling Down Latelyyyy

Squirting Headcanons

Someone mentioned that I hadn’t done any headcanons for a while so what better way to fix that than squirting? I hope you guys enjoy~

Warnings: 18+, squirting. 

Characters: Amajiki, Bakugou, Dabi, Kaibara, Kaminari, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Shindou, Takami/Hawks, Tokoyami. 

Headcanons under the cut cause it got kinda long~

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Dragon! Bakugou x Knight! Reader Pt. 3

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Unsure if there’ll be another part after this but if y’all want one and have ideas, lemme know!

Three months had passed since you left Bakugou lying in a pool of his own blood in the woods. You didn’t return to town and instead wandered in a new direction down an unfamiliar path. The kingdom probably assumed you’d finally died at the hands of the dragon; maybe that was for the best. 

The fights you’d survived against the dragon had taught you many things in addition to honing your strength and reflexes. While lying in wait in front of his cave, you sometimes captured your own food and had learned where to search for nearby water. Now without the comforts and safety of a town, you truly put your skills to the test. 

With most of your armor long-discarded due to its weight and reminders of those whose goals you used to serve, you relied more on your own abilities to not only survive…but thrive as well. 

You often wondered what happened to Bakugou; since you didn’t finish him off, he surely healed and went about his way, right? Did he continue terrorizing the town? Did the King hire more willing fighters to face off against him? Or did he flee to find his own path as you had done rather than wallow in painful memories of things he could not change? 

As the weather grew colder, you found yourself building fires in caves to shield yourself from the biting wind. “I might have to find a town soon…it’ll be hard to find meat once most of the animals start hibernating,” you mused while huddled up to the warmth of the flickering fire. 

The flames reminded you of him…quick, burning, dangerous, and an almost beautiful mixture and red and orange. Ever since you left him in that clearing, you couldn’t stop thinking about him…but why? 

Because you’d finally beaten him?

Because he trusted the truth of his past to you in some deathbed confession?

Because a part of you didn’t actually want to leave him there?

You pulled the fur you’d skinned a while back tighter around your shoulders and swept the thought away, caught in the embers that licked the dark cave ceiling before disappearing into the air. 

Several more days passed in your struggle to stay warm as the first dry flecks of snow fell to the ground. Eventually, you came upon a worn dirt path that wound through the woods to an unknown destination. “This is my only chance to get somewhere without a map…” Even though you felt more fulfilled on your own rather than under under the scrutiny of a King, being on your own and without knowledge of the area since you’d just sort of started wandering made you question your choice. 

Your feet crunched under the building snow as you walked, step by step, towards somewhere you hoped was habitable and warm. A sound to your left made you stop. A snapping twig? An owl, maybe? 

Then, out of nowhere, a dark shadow burst out from the treeline in front of you splintering wood in all direction with a deafening roar. 

The creature - no, a monster really - was covered in pitch-black hair and stood on four legs. Larger than a bear, it turned towards you with snarling white teeth and glowing yellow eyes. 

Can I fight this? What the hell is it?! Quickly, you whipped out your sword and stood your ground as the bizarre creature stepped towards you ominously. Many animals were still hunting and storing up food for the long winter, desperate to survive the cold; was this thing searching for its next meal?

Like lightning, it leaped towards you and you barely managed to dodge, swinging your sword down in a wide arc. You managed to catch it on its hind leg but not deep enough to do any real damage. That obviously pissed it off so it turned and lunged once more. You held your sword aloft but the monster had learned from that one mistake and barreled right into you, knocking you to the ground. 

The back and forth struggle lasted only minutes but you felt as though it were hours from how exhausted you felt. This was nearly as difficult as fighting with Bakugou except you couldn’t reason with this monster since it did nothing but snarl and growl at you ferociously. 

Finally, it swiped you with its large paw, your sword spinning out of your hand before you slammed your back against the hard, cold wood of a large tree trunk with a painful grunt. You fell into the snow, your energy depleted. “After all that…this is how I die, huh?” 

You listened to the crunch as heavy footsteps padded towards you. With no sword and no strength left in your bruised muscles, you flopped over on your back to look up at the gaping maw that dripped saliva as it prepared to swallow you whole. 

…But it didn’t. Just as it reeled back its head, a deafening roar came from the woods yet again and you wondered if it was another beast. Maybe they’ll fight over me? Maybe I can-

A red streak zipped through the air and slammed into the black creature, knocking it back into the trees on the other side of the path. The strong gust of wind that swept up your hair stung your eyes but you tried to will them open to see what the hell was going on. 

“…Is that..?” you asked with shaking breath. A red and orange dragon stood ominously, wings outstretched and teeth bared before it lunged at the other creature. You winced in pain and wondered if you had a cracked rib or if you were just beat to shit. 

Your eyes fluttered closed as the dragon and monster fought, pain and exhaustion overwhelming you. Sleep sounded so good…tired…

It was hours before you stirred awake, wincing as you shifted. 

“Moron, don’t move much,” a gruff voice ordered from somewhere you couldn’t see. What had happened? The fight, the monster, the…dragon…?

Your eyes snapped open and, rather than looking up into the canopy of barren trees you were met with the rock ceiling of what appeared to be a cave. It wasn’t cold in here, either, and you noticed the warm glow of a fire to your right. 

And to your left came anonymous footsteps…well, they were anonymous until a head filled with straw-colored hair and smoldering red eyes leaned over you. “You actually lived through all that - I’m mildly impressed,” Bakugou said with a small smirk. He had a scrape across his cheek and his cloak looked torn. 

He looked exactly how you remembered him, his face burned into your memory like an embossed letter. 

Was this a dream? You lay on the ground with your mouth agape at the half-dragon man. Apparently, your silence displeased him. “Your voice busted too? You got a cracked rib and you’re pretty bruised up…so, say somethin’!”

“Why did you save me?” was all you could think to ask. Your voice was hoarse from the dryness that parched your throat. 

Bakugou scoffed and sat down next to you, his wings folded behind him like an oversized shield. “I pay my debts.”

The confused look you gave Bakugou made him roll his eyes. “You spared my life so I spare yours. We’re even, now.”

You attempted to sit up but winced in pain and he put a hand out as if to push you back to the ground, but you weakly swatted his clawed hand away. “You…you’ve been following me? How else…would you know…where I was?”

Whether it was the casting of red light that bounced off his wings reflecting the campfire or something else, you swore a warmth spread across the center of his face as he sat back and looked away. “I couldn’t even things out if I lost you so I’ve been keeping my distance. Got a problem with it? You’re alive, aren’t you?”

Maybe that’s his way of saying he doesn’t want to be alone, either. Your arm wobbled until you slid back to the hard ground. “I see. So you left it behind to find something new like I did.” You turned your head to him and smiled. “Thanks for saving me, Bakugou of the Fire Clan.”

“Whatever. Don’t get used to it; this was a one-time deal,” he claimed, although you weren’t sure how honest his words were. 

Changing the subject, you asked, “Did you beat that monster? What was it?”

A triumphant grin split his handsome face from ear to ear. “Stupid question. Of course I won. I’ve heard of those things but didn’t think they lived this far out. It must’ve been desperate for food and saw you as a meal.”

You opened your mouth to talk but your rumbling stomach stopped you in your tracks. Bakugou burst out laughing while you attempted pathetically to hide your face. 

Even though you insisted that you could feed yourself, his stubbornness won out when you gave up arguing. He’d roasted some meat over the fire - maybe it was the creature’s but you didn’t care enough to ask -  and fed it to you…well, more like dropped it onto your face, obviously missing your mouth on purpose. 

“It’s snowing outside,” he said while looking towards the entrance of the cave in a direction you couldn’t look at from your angle on the floor. “It’ll be cold tonight.”

“I was trying to find a town, you know.” He looked towards you. “Wasn’t sure if I could go all winter by myself. Drive to move forward can’t keep you warm. And I missed…” You hummed and let the words disappear into the air, his smoldering red eyes staring at you unblinking. “Nevermind. Once I’m healed you can-”

“Don’t even think about it,” he ground out, cutting you off. “You’re gonna build up your strength and then we’re gonna fight again. Got it?”

I understand, you thought as you closed your eyes. “Mmhm, got it.” 

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep when a warm shadow was cast over you. Opening your eyes, you saw one of Bakugou’s wings had extended itself across your body as he lay next to you on the ground. Warmth radiated off him and you felt it rise into your cheeks. 

“W-what are-”

“Humans are so frail,” he commented flippantly. “You’ll freeze if you aren’t warm and I’ll be pissed if I find you like an icicle tomorrow.” 

Arguing seemed pointless…and if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t want him to move away. 

Stay close to me.

You closed your eyes.

Keep me warm.

You smiled softly. 

Be free with me. 

Eyes of rubies kept watch as you slept. 

Heya!! Could you please do hcs or scenarios with Kiri and Baku turning into babies/toddlers from some quirk and how their s/o would have to deal with it? Thanks and keep up the great work!

Idunno…nothing…about children?? So I’m legit guessing at whatbabies do I guess besides cry 24/7 idk man I’ll do my best ha

Kirishima:

It was just supposed to be a normal fight against an averagevillain. And he was winning! At least he was, until he startedshrinking…smaller…smaller…until he was less than half hisoriginal height. A shrinking quirk?!

No…looking at his hands, they were pudgy and short and he nolonger fit in his hero costume properly…oh, oh sh-

“Wh…Kirishima?! Oh god what happened…?” A familiar voicemade his head turn as his s/o came running at him, a concerned lookon their face. For some reason he felt like crying. “You’re solittle now! Oh no, c'mere, don’t cry…”

They wrapped him up in his oversized costume and picked him up ashe clung to the front of their shirt, fat tears rolling down his nowpudgy cheeks. “Mm…sowwy..” Kirishima said, sniffling.

“Hey it’s ok, manly men cry, too! I assume this quirk will wearoff at some point…are you hungry?” Kirishima, now approximately athree year old, nodded enthusiastically at the mention of food,sadness forgotten for the time being.

They carried him to their home, setting him down on the couch ashe sucked his thumb. “Jeez you’re a cute kid…sit still and I’llget you a snack, mk?”

“No!” he yelled, an adorable pout on his face. “Pick me up!Pick me up!” His s/o sighed before picking him up again andcarrying him to the kitchen.

“Cute…but clingy. Alright lets see…ha, I don’t really havebaby food here. How about…cereal?”

“Candy!”

“No candy, you need real foo-”

“Candy!” He pounded his little fists into their shoulder,about to throw a tantrum if he did NOT get some candy in his mouthsoon.

“Cereal or you’re going down for a nap!” The raised voice andthreat of a nap made his big red eyes water. “Oh, oh no sorrysorry…fine! Candy it is!” The tears dried up as quickly as theyappeared.

After cleaning up a mess of candy wrappers they managed to brushhis sharp teeth for him. He really did not like the taste oftoothpaste, but too bad.

Wrapped up in a blanket toddler Kirishima was now sucking histhumb watching one of the few animated movies you owned, eyes lookingsleepy but still glued to the screen. “I’m tired…babysitting istiring. Hopefully you’ll turn back tomorrow…” they yawned out.

They both fell asleep on the couch, the movie still playing in thebackground.

The distinct sound of loud snoring woke them up, drool seepinginto the old couch cushions as they felt a heavy weight on top ofthem. A grown up Kirishima was snuggled up into their chest, strongarms wrapped around them like a pillow. The blanket he was wrapped injust barely covered everything since his hero costume didn’t fit theprevious day, making his s/o blush furiously.

“W-wake up, ding dong!” They pinched his nose until Kirishimasputtered awake, sitting up from the couch rubbing the sleep from hispretty red eyes.

“Huh?…What…oh, hey! I turned back!” Kirishima looked athis s/o. “Thanks for taking care of me, yesterday…sorry I ate allyour candy, ha!”

“Eh, you aren’t so bad as kid…glad to have you back though,”they said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Now, please put on someclothes…”

“Huh…? Why am I naked?!”

Bakugou:

“Get back here you shit!” Bakugou yelled at the villain whododged and skittered around fleeing civilians. He jumped into the airready to tackle them to the ground when he suddenly fell flat on hisface. What?! He never missed! What happened?

“Bakugou!” He heard his s/o yell behind him. They werefollowing the villain as well, but of course he wanted to be the oneto catch him. “Where are you?!”

“I here!” What…his voice, what the hell was wrong with hisvoice?!

“Baku…oh my god. You’re a baby!” His s/o finally caught upand they stood…quite a bit taller than him now, looking down with aquestioning expression.

“I not!” Bakugou yelled, his face turning red fromfrustration. He wasn’t a kid, he was a big boy! They triedunsuccessfully to hold back a laugh; he tried to kick them in the legfor good measure but tripped over his now oversized hero costume,tears welling up in his angry eyes.

“Oh, c'mere…don’t cry.” They picked him up off the ground,wiping the tears from his face. He struggled in their arms, notwanting to be picked up or treated like the temporary child he was.“Hold still!”

“Put me down!” People around were starting to stare at thispoint, so his s/o decided it was best to move away from the publiclest someone call the police on a negligent non-parent. They wrappedhim up in his hero costume like a cocoon, carrying him like aswaddled bundle to their home.

“I’m so sorry, Bakugou…you’ll probably turn back soon. Butuntil then you gotta be a good boy, alright? If you are I’ll give youa treat!” He sat in a comfy arm chair struggling out of hismakeshift wrappings with an angry face, but the word “treat” madehim stop. If there was one thing that motivated him right now, it wasthe possibility of a reward. He could be a good boy, the best boythere ever was!

“I good!”

“Aww that’s my boy! Now sit here for a minute, OK?” They lefthim alone for only a second, wanting to find some clothing to put himin…but while sifting through their drawers a pair of small handsclung to their pants leg. “What’s wrong?”

“Mm…” Baby Bakugou rubbed his face into their pants, hidinghis embarrassment. “You left…”

“I’m right here, don’t worry.” They found an oversized shirtto put him in that acted like a long blanket. “Want to play hideand seek?” Wanting to tire him out they hoped a couple of gameswould make the day go by faster so he’d turn back quicker.

Unfortunately, little Bakugou was bustling with energy and woreTHEM out before he was even close to tired.

“Ugh…” they moaned on the bed, Bakugou jumping up and downusing it as a trampoline. “C'mere you!” It was weird having atoddler for a boyfriend, but he still made a pretty adorable kid.After a tickle fight Bakugou’s big red eyes finally started to close,tired from the day’s activities.

“Sleepy…” He cuddled up next to them on the bed as hepromptly fell asleep. They pulled the covers over him before settlingin as well.

“Yeah, me too…goodnight, Bakugou…”

Bakugou woke up first, unfamiliar smells making his nose scrunchup. “Wh…” His arm was wrapped around something warm andsoft…oh. OH.

He was in his s/o’s bed, an arm drapedaround them. Memories of the previous day flooded back as he growled,waking up the other person in the bed. Before they could speak,though, he put a rough hand over the mouth, eyes glaring daggers.

“Tell no one,” he gritted outbefore pulling them in close and closing his eyes to drift back offto sleep, enjoying a few more moments of warm comfort before settlingback into adulthood.

...like a dickhole anus mouth

CreepShow Art 2020

Correct me if I’m wrong but I feel like the people who read the manga were much more excited for the Class 1A dance

Dabi: *reading his book aloud to annoy everyone*

You: *walks in the room*

Dabi: *reading* "...I'll kill you"

You: Not if I kill myself first

Dabi: ...

Dabi: Y/N no

Proximity

(Bakugou x f!Reader)

Summary: Bakugou struggles to deal with a physically affectionate classmate Length: ~900 TW: Bakugou has the emotional intelligence of a sandbag A/N: I originally wrote this with an OC in mind, but I figured it’s generic enough to share. This is the first thing I’ve written in about a year, so plz be kind 🥺 Take care friends! 🥰❤️

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She was always touching him. 

He hated it.

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This is a sfw choose-your-own collaboration by the bnharem discord server!

April showers bring forth May flowers. Because of our previous sfw collab, flowers have taken root from the shed tears. Flowers adorn any story with different meanings or as decorations. Choose a character and let’s see what blossoms from your choice!

Amajiki Tamaki — @katsukisprincess

Asui Tsuyu — @antigenius​

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) — @emlovewrites​

Awase Yosetsu — @lady-bakuhoe​

Bakugou Katsuki — @lesbian-peanut-writer

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice)  — @kirishibi

Chisaki Kai (Overhaul) — @add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism

Dabi — @trafalgar-temptress

Fukukado Emi (Ms. Joke) — @bnhcs

Hagakure Tooru — @thoserosecrimes

Hatsume Mei — @joyousandverywarlike

Iida Tensei — @reciproburstbaby​

Iida Tenya — @lordexplosionsextra​

Kaibara Sen — @burnedbyshoto

Kaminari Denki — @nyxdelanuit

Kirishima Eijirou — @makoodles​

Kurogiri — @jazzytriestowrite

Midoriya Izuku — @sunkissedneptune​

Sero Hanta — @kingexpl0sionmurder​

Shigaraki Tomura — @sanurrwrites

Shirakumo Oboro — @oktamaki

Shouji Mezo — @sunnieskies02​

Shindou Yo — @yuueimagines

Shinsou Hitoshi — @justabstractthings​

Takami Keigo (Hawks) — @bakugotrashpanda

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum) — @heyybrittannia​

Todoroki Natsuo — @secondhand-trash​

Todoroki Rei — @jojosmilktea

Todoroki Shouto — @mmalfoydraco​

Togata Mirio — @candychronicles​

Tokoyami Fumikage — @iwvs-on-ao3​

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) — @simpingh0e​​

Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko) — @cutesuki–bakugou​

Yaoyorozu Momo — @bnhabadass​

Day 3: Bakugou Katsuki + Kirishima Eijirou; CNC

Kinktober Masterlist

TW: Rape, noncon

WC: 928

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This was kinda fucked up. It was hot but you were still questioning if it was worth it. Rape was wrong and you knew it, but this was very consensual. You had a safe word and you wanted to try things out in the bedroom. That’s why you had this idea that you proposed to them, it was sexy enough for them to agree. 

You were flipped over from your position of being thrown to the bed. You put up a (fake) fight but it was hopeless against two well built heroes. They just picked you up, Bakugou did, as Kirishima stopped you from hitting either of them.

Bakugou had your arms pinned to the side of your head and your struggling legs spread by his own. He ground his knee onto your wet cunt, making it stain your panties. You let out a breathy moan, your face trying to hold up a mad expression, as Bakugou chuckled, “Giving in, Princess?”

You shook your head and bit your lip in order to suppress your moan but with a rough grab to your face, Bakugou pinched your chin down and crashed his lips onto yours. He basically shoved a tongue down your throat, forcing a moan out of you. You forgot for a split second that you had to resist, melting onto his lips for just a moment.

He pulled away with a huff, a string of saliva connecting the two pairs of lips. He smirked wickedly while you glared at him, a jerk from his knee caused you to wince, a whimper escaping you. 

Meanwhile Kirishima palmed himself through his shorts impatiently, “Can’t we just fuck her already?” He whined

Bakugou looked back at you, licking his lips, “Yeah, we should do that”

A string of protests left your mouth contradicting how you actually felt. They lifted you by your wrists and restraining your ankles and adjusted you to be in the middle of the bed. 

Bakugou ripped the pajama shorts you wore, and the panties you need giving a silent promise to buy you another pair of each. Your wetness was enough for him to slip in without preparation knowing it would hurt but you could take it.

Kirishima had revealed his length, stroking it slowly while looking intently at your entrance. Small puffs of breath left his lips in anticipation. His thumb had brushed over his slit, smearing his precum on his tip. He licked his lips and gulped, soothing his dry throat.

Bakugou had moved, you felt his tip prod at your entrance, “What, cat got your tongue?” He taunted. 

You gave him a cold glare, masking the arousal that you felt in your very core, “Fuck off” you spat

He slowly pushed in, enjoying the way your face contorted into feigned discomfort. And maybe it was the fact that you didn’t prep, or the roleplay that got to you, but he felt slightly different, bigger almost. When he reached halfway in you you breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to show any evident sign of pleasure.

“Is it all in?”

The question had stroked his ego, did he really feel good enough, big enough, that barely anything more than half felt like his full length? He grinned and so did Kirishima, bearing his sharp teeth. 

You looked at them suspiciously before realizing what was happening. 

“It’s in, all right-”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m putting it all in right now!” He huskily exclaimed.

Your eyes widened before you could get prepared. He sheathed himself fully in you, you gasping for air like it had been knocked out of you. Your eyes crossed and rolled back. Your tongue lolled out and the sight of you like this had them both crazy.

Kirishima had saw it too, his hand speeding up. Bakugou growled, pounding into you. Your back arched and Bakugou had taken one of your nipples in his mouth, pulling it between his teeth. Your moans got loud, one hand shooting up to cover your mouth. He got mad, pulling away from your face, making you mewl in pleasure.

You got close and finally reached your high, you clenched and came quickly. Tears pricked your eyes as you clenched around him. Bringing him to his high. 

“Ahh fuck, I’m gonna pump you full of cum. Fuck- I’m really gonna test your birth control huh?” He released in you, you felt his seed fill you up. It was warm and filled you to the brim. 

He pulled out, pushing Kirishima quickly to fuck you, knowing he was edging himself the whole time. Kirishima rushed to enter you, in your blissed out state you moaned at the intrusion. “Aww, Baby, you want us that much”

He brought his hand to your face making you nod, “Aww but that’s different from what you said earlier” he mocked. “Okay, I’m going all out. Be ready”

Almost immediately he thrusted into you. Going at an almost inhuman pace he brought you to your second orgasm. He took in the sight of you fucked into pure bliss. He climaxed way before he thought he would. The slippery-ness of previous cum in you and how tight you were had him releasing in you while you jerked around. 

You felt some seed drip out of you. Kirishima pulled out and Bakugou looked closely at just how filled you were. You were fucked out of your mind, still basking in the after glow. They panted, catching their breath. They then nodded to each other, agreeing to start getting you cleaned up

PET ROCK

fic trade for @bnhaxxassociates! Sorry for such a long wait, I was struggling with ideas for this one and was nervous about the word count not reaching the fic you gave me ;; 

special thanks to @lady-bakuhoe and @ikinabi for providing me ideas

desc. | after waking up and finding your dear husband on the floor, surrounded by pots and pans, you and him spend the morning bonding together. 

genre. | fluff

word count. | 2043

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The sun’s rays peaked through the curtains, caressing your face lightly. You sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. Your eyes glanced over to the clock and saw that it was 7am. The space beside yours felt cold. A sinking feeling could be felt in your heart, realizing that your husband hasn’t come home yet. You remembered his words when you called him 2 days ago. 

“Hey, baby!” His voice was bright and cheerful. Even just hearing his voice filled you with joy, reminded of his radiance. 

“Ei! When are you coming home?” You asked, your voice imbued with a strong sense of hope. “I really miss you.” 

“Aw, don’t worry, I promise I’ll be back this Saturday morning. I can’t wait to be with my loving wife,” You could hear the grin in his voice. “I’ll see you then!” 

“See you, Ei,” You gave him one farewell before hanging up. 

You sighed. You suppose it couldn’t be helped. The job of a hero wasn’t easy, people were constantly in danger and villains were relentless. Not only that, but since he was one of the top heroes, the media is thirsty for more of him. It was hard to blame him, honestly. Of course, sometimes you wish he’d have more time for you. However, you held off on telling him in fear of seeming selfish. 

Looking into a special desk, your eyes spotted your pet rock on it. You had followed an online tutorial to make it look like your dear husband, all because you were bored and lonely. It had red hair like his made of felt as well as sharp teeth. Red rhinestones were used for the eyes, shimmering in the morning light. Your hands gingerly picked it up and placed a soft kiss on it. 

“Good morning, honey,” You cooed, caressing the slightly rough sides of it.

Your footsteps were light as you walked towards the kitchen, yawning into your hand once more. Your senses were still somewhat groggy. 

But then, a few noises came from the kitchen. 

Your eyes widened and you rushed to the room. The sight that you were met with was of your husband surrounded by pots and pans on the ground. He looked up with a sheepish smile. 

“Hey, honey,” He greeted you, rubbing his neck. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed but… Well, the surprise was ruined.” 

A chuckle bubbled from your throat. You smiled back at him. “I’m just happy you’re here, Eijiro,” You told him, kneeling to help him pick up the pots and pans. You placed a kiss on his lips once you two were finished. 

“Aw, but I really wanted to do something special. We haven’t seen each other in so long,” Eijiro wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you off the ground. He buried his face into your neck, his breath tickling it. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close, closing your eyes and relishing in the moment. His embrace was warm and his presence smelled of teakwood. 

“Alright, why don’t we cook something together? That should be fun,” You suggested to him after a short moment of just enjoying each other’s company. 

The redhead looked up, his eyes lit up. If he had a tail, it’d probably be wagging like crazy. How endearing. 

“That’d be great!” 

He put you down. “So what should we make?” He asked, curiosity sparkling in his crimson eyes. 

“How about pancakes? It’s a special day today now that you’re finally here,” You replied, giggling at how he looked. You looked into the pantry to find the ingredients for it, then realized that that flour was placed on the higher shelf where you couldn’t reach. 

You turned to him and pointed at the item with a sheepish expression on your face. “Uh, could you grab that for me, Ei?” You asked and immediately regretted it because his face morphed into one of cheekiness. 

“Of course, shorty,” He responded, putting a ton of emphasis on the “shorty”. This made your face heat up in embarrassment, glaring at him. He stepped closer and took the box with ease, then placed it on the counter. 

“Anything else, baby?” Oh that little (well, not so little) shit.

“How about you take the measuring cups and spoons?” You answered, taking the rest of the ingredients off of the shelf. Then, you looked into the fridge to grab the milk, eggs, and butter. You placed the items onto the granite countertop along with the rest. 

Eijiro held the measuring tools in his massive hands. He put it down on the counter as well and grabbed a bowl.

You mixed all the ingredients and when the mixture was ready, you kneeled down to get a pan and put it on the stove. You started cooking the pancakes, a sweet scent of vanilla wafted through your nostrils. 

Your redhead husband watched you do all the work and pouted. “Wasn’t I supposed to be the one to make you breakfast?” He whined, wrapping his massive muscular arms around your waist and hugging it. 

You chuckled. “It’s too late for that now. How about you cook some bacon and eggs? I’m sure you’d love extra toppings on your pancakes,” You told him, flipping the pancake. One side was a perfect golden brown. 

His eyes lit up. “Great idea!” He went ahead to grab the eggs and bacon and started cooking alongside you. Sizzling came from his pan as he laid the bacon on it to cook and a savory meaty smell mixed with the sweet vanilla. He glanced at you for a moment. 

“So how’s Rocky?” He asked, a smile gracing his face, probably reminiscing the time you sent him pictures of the pet rock. He thought it was adorable how you managed to make it look like him. 

“Rocky?” You raised your eyebrow, an amused glint in your eye. The first pancake was finished so you put it on a plate. One down, 19 left to go. 

“Yeah, you haven’t given him a name yet so I just called him Rocky,” Eijiro shrugged and replied, flipping the bacon. 

You snickered lightly. “That sounds like a name an 8 year old child would give to their pet rock.” You poured more of the mixture into the pan, creating a second pancake. 

“Well maybe when we get our 8 year old a pet rock, we can see for ourselves,” He rebutted, placing the bacon on the plate that sat on his side of the counter. He replaced it with more pieces of bacon. 

Your eyes widened and your face expression was basically that surprised pikachu meme at that moment. “I- Uh- Is that a promise?” You stammered, then panicked when you realized one side of the pancake was about to burn and flipped it. 

He winked at you from the side. “Of course, we’ve been married for a while. If you wanna get kids, we could give him or her Rocky one day.” He said, placing the finished bacon pieces onto his plate and then starting to cook the eggs. 

You pecked his cheek. “That sounds wonderful.” 

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Once you two finished cooking, you set the table and he served the plates, carrying all of them with such ease that it was unfair. He placed the plates down onto the table, sitting down beside you with a grin. 

“This looks great! I’m proud of us,” He spoke as he placed even more toppings on his stack of pancakes until it looked like a mountain of breakfast foods. You put your own preferred toppings on your stack and both of you dug into your meals. A symphony of flavors graced your mouth and you gave a blissful sigh, satisfied with the result of your cooking. 

“So, baby,” Eijiro spoke up, making you turn to him in question. 

“Hm?” You hummed, some food still in your mouth. 

“I had this idea that we could do after breakfast,” He swallowed the piece of bacon that he was chewing. “How about we make a pet rock version of you? I hate to leave you alone, so we should give Rocky a lil partner.”

You also swallowed the piece of pancake in your mouth and grinned. “That sounds so cute, Ei. I love that idea. Let’s do it!” You told him. It should be easy to do, at least considerably easier to do than when you created Rocky since you didn’t exactly have a type of hair like his, nor did you have sharp teeth. You still had some materials for it and all you had to do was find another rock in your shared yard. 

He nodded and started scarfing down his breakfast, eager to do this with you. After you two had consumed your meals, you went to the living room. You had the arts and crafts materials and he grabbed a cute rock from outside and washed it. 

“How about I make it since you were the one that made Rocky? Think of it as like painting your portrait,” Your husband offered, taking the materials from your hands. 

“Pft, paint me like one of your rock girls,” You giggled at your own joke. 

He also chuckled at it, finding himself amused by your sense of humor. He put down the materials on the coffee table in front of you and picked up the rock. He started working on making your hair, cutting up smaller strands of yarn to create it. The yarn looked like a mere strand of literal hair in his massive hands. Fortunately, he managed to be careful with it. Honestly, he could easily crush your skull with one hand if he tried to. 

Then, he plugged in the glue gun into the socket nearby and used it to glue in the yarn wig onto the top of the rock’s head, making sure each strand was in the correct position. Once that was finished, he glanced at the rhinestones and seemed to ponder something for a moment. 

“Do you still have any leftover swarovski crystals?” He asked. 

You looked up and tilted your head in question. “Well, yeah but wouldn’t you want to just use the rhinestones here?” You responded. 

He sheepishly smiled, glancing at you. “It’s just that… when I think of your eyes, I feel that they’re sparklier than regular rhinestones. And you told me Swarovski crystals have extra sparkles in them.”

Pink dusted your cheeks and you internally swooned. He’s just too cute. You rushed to go find the crystals and quickly came back, handing it to him. 

“These are perfect!” Eijiro’s eyes lit up when he looked at the crystals. He picked out two of them that matched your eyes and glued it to the rock, positioning it correctly. Then, he gently put down the rock on the coffee table and grabbed the pink felt paper, as well as the scissors. He cut the felt so that it would form tiny lips and glued them to the rock. 

Once he was satisfied with the result, he turned it around so it would face you. “Here,” He said with a grin on his pearly whites. 

You gaped. “Aw, that’s adorable, Ei! I love her!” You squealed, taking it into your hands and gazing upon its sparkling crystals for eyes. 

“You think our future children would like her?” Your husband asked. 

“Absolutely.” You put down the pet rock beside Rocky and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. 

“I’m so glad you’re finally here, Ei. I’ve missed hanging out with you like this so much.” 

“And I’m happy to be here with you too, baby.” His smile turned into one of fondness for his dear wife. “I’m so sorry that I’ve been so busy lately. It’s really unmanly to leave my wife alone so often. But I promise that I’ll be taking a vacation soon and we can spend more time together and travel to a nice island.”

You leaned into his warm and firm chest, closing your eyes and breathed in his musk. His presence comforted you, lulling you to sleep. “I’d like that a lot,” You whispered as your consciousness faded to darkness, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.