lily--lilac

[uwtloml]

Ok so what if we accidentally send the mha boys nudes

- 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n i hope i added all the characters u wanted 🤍

[angel-sweets666]

Waking up to them

bakugo katsuki, eijiro kirishima, Hanta sero, Denki kaminari, Hitoshi shinso x reader

established relationship

Katsuki bakugo

You rolled over and came face to face with your beloved boyfriend, his normally angry and bitter face now peacefully asleep. You admired him, thinking how handsome he looked in his slumber.

"Katsuki," you whispered, patting his broad chest softly to wake him. He began to stir, his blood-red eyes slowly opening and locking onto yours. "Mmm… hello, baby," he grumbled groggily, crawling over to you and lowering his fluffy blonde head onto your chest.

You smiled down at him, your fingers threading through his hair as he nestled closer, seeking warmth and comfort. His usual fiery attitude was replaced by a rare, softness.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you murmured, continuing to gently stroke his hair. "Did you sleep well?"

Katsuki let out a sigh, his breath against your skin. "Better now," he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. "You're too comfortable."

You chuckled softly, feeling a rush of affection for the boy who was often more explosive than affectionate. "Glad I could help."

He shifted slightly, wrapping his arms around you more securely as if afraid you might disappear. The weight of his body on yours was comforting, a reminder of his protective nature even in his most unguarded moments.

you began giving him a gentle head massage. "Mmph… that feels good," he mumbled, his voice muffled against you. Smiling, you leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, feeling his body relax even more against yours

“your so cute..”

Eijiro kirishima

You woke up to a pair of solid arms wrapped around your waist and a thumb gently rubbing your plush tummy. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a groggy redhead. "Morning, Eiji," you cooed to him, he was obviously awake just really sleepy… really really sleepy

"Mornin'," he grumbled back, burying his face into your neck and taking a deep sniff of your scent. You chuckled and managed to roll over in his tight grip, facing his sleepy face . "You good there?" you asked, starting to rub his cheek affectionately.

“m’ sorry… you just smell so good” eijiro mumbled and pressed his forehead against yours gently. You smiled softly and kissed the tip of his nose, earning a giggle from eijiro.

You wrapped your arms around Kirishima's waist and pulled him to lay on top of you. "How's my manly little guy?" you asked, staring down at his sleepy form.

"Better now that you're awake," he replied, his voice soft and warm.

"Awww… you're so loving," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His face turned a warm pink, and he smiled”

Kirishima leaned up to peck your lips, his touch gentle and affectionate. "I can't help it. "You make me feel so... loved

“love you baby”

“love you shark teeth”

Hanta sero

You woke to the sound of a grumble, slowly opening your eyes. Turning around, you saw a certain black-haired boy, Hanta Sero, burying his face into your shoulder, looking defeated.

"Morning, Hanta," you whispered, your voice still thick with sleep. He groaned in response, tightening his grip around you.

"Why'd you have to wake up so early?" he mumbled, his breath warm against your skin. "I just want to sleep in for once."

You chuckled softly, reaching up to run your fingers through his messy hair. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," you said, your touch gentle and soothing. “We can stay in bed for a bit”

He sighed, relaxing slightly but still keeping his face buried in your shoulder. "Yeah, that sounds good," he murmured, his voice softer now. "Just five more minutes… or maybe ten."

You smiled, feeling his body gradually relax against yours as he drifted back to sleep

Denki kaminari

You woke up at 3 AM because Kaminari had accidentally whacked you in the stomach. He was in a deep sleep, sprawled out across the bed, his snores filling the room. "Denki," you whispered, trying to push his arm off you. As soon as you let go, his hand flopped back down, hitting you again.

"Denki, come on," you whisper-yelled, trying to shake him awake. He stopped snoring for a moment but then kept going.Frustrated, you huffed and yanked at a blonde lock of his hair, finally waking him up.

"Ow! What was that for?!" he exclaimed, now wide awake ans shirtless, rubbing his head where you had pulled.

"You're the worst bed partner," you whispered back"Ouch… my feelings," Denki pouted, looking genuinely hurt.

You sighed and opened your arms to him. Almost immediately, he took the offer and laid down on top of you, burying his head into your neck. His warmth were comforting despite the initial annoyance. You gently ran your fingers through his hair

"Sorry for waking you," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.

"It's okay,"

“Ughh howd I pull such a hottie”

Hitoshi shinso

The loud bang of something metal crashing against the wall jolted you awake. Your heart raced as you found yourself nestled against Shinso's chest, his steady hand rubbing your back in soothing circles. You glanced around, disoriented, and noticed the alarm clock lying on the floor, its incessant beeping finally silenced. A noticeable dent marked the wall where it had hit, evidence of Shinso’s frustration.

"Sorry," Shinso murmured, his voice groggy but tinged with concern. "That thing was driving me crazy."

You let out a relieved sigh, feeling the tension ease from your body as you relaxed against him. "It's okay," you whispered, nuzzling closer to him. "I guess we overslept a little”

Shinso chuckled softly, his breath warm against your hair. "Yeah, we did. Guess we needed it after the week we've had."

You nodded in agreement, thinking back to the long days of training and the late-night study sessions that had left you both exhausted.

"Did you throw the alarm clock?" you asked, teasing him lightly as you traced a pattern on his chest. “Yeah… cuz it said we were late by 2 hours

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE OVER SLEPT A LITTLE?!?!”

Guess who wanted to try a new aesthetic to the thing? Meeeee! Anyways I decided to try writing for hanta sero bc while he got weird ass elbows he’s cute

Also bc it’s denki AND sero @b0o0o

[a11eya]

kirishima’s the type of boyfriend who always wants to hold your hand when you guys are out and about.

if you’re a couple steps behind, he’ll hold his hand out behind him until you take it. and if you take too long to do so to tease, he’ll start making little grabby gestures with his fingers, turning his head to look at you with a big frown until you slip your hand into his, laughing.

[skymar13]

The gentle hero Eijirou Kirishima

Aged up

The gentle hero who doesn’t treat your little cunt so gently

The gentle hero who loves the way you moan out his name in praise

The gentle hero who loves to suck and play with your nipples making you squirm and moan

The gentle hero who loved that his cock is way too big for you

The gentle hero who loves seeing the bulge in your abdomen every time he plunges in deep

The gentle hero who will never let you touch yourself because your his toy

The gentle hero who will have a three way with his bestfriend lord explosion murder as long as you know who you belong to

The gentle hero who loves to use toys on you finding out which ones make you squirm and cream the most.

The gentle hero who loves to under stimulate your pussy before overstimulating you to tears

The gentle hero who fucks you standing in front of the mirror because you need to see your face as you cum and cry for him

[iwassupremacy]

Pro hero Kirishima Eijirou with a pillow princess because hello? All he ever wants to do is settle between your thighs and have you tremble every chance he gets. He doesn’t need you to do anything. In fact, he wants you to just lay there and take it. He had a stressful day at work? He eats pussy. He had a fight with Bakugou? He eats pussy. He hasn’t seen you in a long time because of his job? He eats pussy. He loves how gorgeous you look laying down on his bed and arching your back. And of course you love it too. Who are you to complain when all you ever have to do is look pretty and moan his name.

mdni

[tootiecakes234]

Smut warning:

Men that have huge , thick ass dicks but try so hard to be sweet when they are entering you.

“It’s ok pretty girl, it’s gonna fit. Relax for me while I stretch your tight little pussy out.”

And all you can do is lay there and take it. It always fit, but it always takes time for him to work his way inside.

Gentle fucking giant he is.

*Izuku, Eijirou, Ushijima, Tengen, Yuji, Reiner, and of your faves

[jackkilmerlvr]

your breaths came out soft and slowly, his tongue and lips caressing your neck as he cuffed your boob softly. kissing your chest, he slowly moved down your body, your hands fingering through his hair.

his lips felt hot and needy against your body as he played with the band of your small night shorts. your small fingers brushed around his nipples, feeling his bigger hands start to slide your night shorts off your waist. his breaths were fast and needy against your skin.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby. Now take these off.”

| bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima

[tired-teacher-blog]

There was one time when Kirishima was so taken by the seductive moans of his name spilling from between your quivering lips as he railed you from behind, that he absentmindedly bit down hard on your nape.

At that exact moment, your legs gave out and your chant of his name turned into an unintelligible slur of heavens know what, as a stream of hot liquid gushed out of you to trickle down your trembling thighs.

It was a sight to behold, one that drove him straight to madness as he bursted deep within your stimulated core, filling you up to the brim before his hips finally stilled.

That was one of his favorite discoveries to date, adding it to his bag of tricks for when he feels particularly randy even when you're both in public, surrounded by friends, acquaintances, or even other pro heroes.

All he has to do then is lean a bit towards you and whisper sweetly about how pretty you look or how nice you smell, grazing the sensitive skin of your neck lightly with his sharp teeth, before straightening his back and watching with a delighted smirk as you struggle to keep your cool.

Do you always pass the test? Obviously not, and it's something he counts on each and every time, because watching your dazed and flustered state is his ultimate prize.

[whirlybirbs]

— NOISE COMPLAINT ; eijiro kirishima ; 切島

summary: red riot feels really bad about absolutely wrecking the shit out of your treasured plants, or eijiro kirishima falls in love at first sight. pairing: f!reader / pro hero!red riot word count: 3.7k tags: mutual pining, fluff/comfort, humor, very gentlemanly make-out, reader is a fan of red riot, mention of ingenium thirst (truth) a/n: kiri might be a twenty-seven year old pro hero in this fic but he is an absolute lovesick virgin who gets all his romantic cues from k-dramas. you cannot force me to think otherwise.

This is exactly the sort of night you needed.

The television, low and quiet, drones on as a deep-dive video on terrariums plays. Your apartment is clean — dishes done, laundry folded and trash taken out. There's a new candle burning on the coffee table, and a Dynamight-themed, cucumber-melon eye mask plastered to your delightedly thoughtless expression.

It's supposed to be good for dark circles. It kinda burns. You wonder if maybe that's, like, part of the gimmick. Y'know. Burns. Dynamight. 

Whatever.

No thoughts. Only the pleasure of turning everything off — brain included — for a perfect Friday night, complete with a mediocre glass of wine and no pants. 

The oversized Red Riot t-shirt clinging to your frame is your favorite. You've had it since college — it's a simple red tee with REAL MEN RIOT blazoned across the front, complete with your favorite hero popping a cheeky, shark-like grin and a double bicep. It's faded, stretched out, and broken in but it's also clean, and it smells like fabric softener and comfort.

This is the life. 

Even Twitter is decidedly pretty calm tonight. 

You're scrolling through your timeline, snickering at your friends' recent thirst tweets over Ingenium's recent GQ Japan shoot when it starts.

Apparently, your upstairs neighbors are home.

You thought those guys were out of town for the week. 

You've had beautiful, silent bliss for too long. The buck stops tonight, you suppose.

There's a shout overhead, then a scramble. Another voice joins the fray, and you swear you hear someone call someone else an idiot. You frown deeply as your eyes trail upwards. You wait, expecting more noise, but unsettling silence follows.

Your eye twitches.

Annoyance tips into a simmering rage.

The apartment complex is old. It's in decent shape, and the rent isn't half bad, but the walls are thin. Your upstairs neighbors have been like this as long as you can remember: shouting, stomping, fighting... Some nights it's like being subjected to musical chairs, modern contemporary tap dance, and experimental sound drum solos all at once. 

Your first week was the worst. You dragged yourself up the back to knock on their door and politely negotiate some silence — but the man who opened the door was less than pleased to have his little dude-bro circle-jerk interrupted. He told you to fuck off, get bent, and leave him the fuck alone. 

Then, before he slammed the door in your face, he procured the sort of audacity only assholes possessed and laughed at your Red Riot shirt — which is just plain unforgivable, frankly. 

"That guy's a fuckin' pussy." 

Sure, sure, sure, right, right, right.

The interaction told you everything you needed to know about the two (or four?) men who lived upstairs. They were losers. And they were fuckin' annoying. 

And, as it turns out, manufacturing bad batches of Trigger. 

You don't know that yet, but truth be told it isn't exactly shocking.

Maybe it's your fault for picking an apartment complex in this part of Tokyo. This part of Arawaka Ward is rarely found on those top-ten-neighborhoods-for-young-professionals lists, but it's affordable! And for day laborers like you, it worked. And hey, in recent months, the crime rate has gone down at least 5% — which only quelled the anxieties of your mom and dad by about the same percentage. 

The candle on the coffee table flickers, and you're about to turn back to your slow Twitter feed when there's another bang upstairs — this one admittedly loud enough to send a wave through your wine beside you. You slip your eyes slowly to the glass, perched on a coaster, as another bang rattles your apartment. You reach to still the vibrating glass on the side table. 

That's when the shouting really starts.

And it's when you notice the growing brightness of red and blue lights outside the window.

The apartment complex is pretty big. There are about sixty residents and six floors. You lucked out and managed to snagone of the last available Western-facing studios with a balcony — which made for a perfect plant haven. 

It was a recent hobby, but one that quickly became your calm after the chaos of the day-to-day. Working for the city's Heroics Response Department left you picking up the physical pieces (literally) of a lot of lives. Your quirk might be the usual, run-of-the-mill strength-based ability, but it comes in handy in the aftermath of property damage due to — what the Nation's Safety Commission has labeled — "villain-aggressed encounters". 

All in all, it's a good gig. It's physically demanding but rewarding. The pay is good, you've got union benefits, and you even have a per-diem schedule. It keeps you busy, and though it's not your father's construction business, it's a career path your parents are proud of. 

The slice-of-heaven balcony is bustling with plants. Some are happier than others, sure, but it's pretty. You've admittedlyformed an emotional bond with those vines, leaves, and flowers. 

It's perfect.

It's also perfect for snooping whenever things like this go down in your complex, or the sister complex across the parking lot. 

The shouting match upstairs is escalating, and you take the moment to tip-toe towards your balcony door to peek outside. It looks like two or three police cruisers have pulled up outside. Maybe someone called for a noise complaint? Maybe the property manager was tired of dealing with those losers?

Cackling to yourself, and hoping for a vindicating show of revenge (NO ONE CALLS RED RIOT A PUSSY), you yank open your balcony door and slip outside just as the sound of a pot crashing meets your ears.

Then:

"Shit, shit, shit—"

There's someone on the balcony. That someone's boot is currently stuck in an empty terracotta pot you were saving for spring. Your eyes are wide as you watch the shadow leap to his other foot, lose his balance, and unceremoniously knock over your entire, six-foot-tall, and well-treasured plant stand. You slap a hand over your mouth mid-shriek, hands flying to try and save whatever you can. 

You fail.

Eijiro Kirishima freezes.

What the fu—

It takes a second.

Like, a full second. Maybe even two. Your brain can't make sense of the sight before you. Neither can his, really. 

There's a girl on this balcony. A pretty girl. Like, mega pretty. Like soft and warm and cute and you smell kinda like vanilla — and there's... You're wearing his merch. His merch and... nothing else. Nothing else but a Dynamight eye mask and a pair of fluffy socks. 

...Is this what it's like to fall in love at first sight?

Shit.

Red Riot is on your balcony.

The Red Riot.

Red Riot, the hero in question, catches himself staring. His wide eyes openly wander over your figure (woah, okay, hello thighs), and the second he realizes it, he quickly snaps his eyes up to your face with a mortified expression. "Uh... hi!"

"...Hi...?"

Your expression is tied between shame, fear, and sheepishness as you blink once at him, then twice at the mess of your hobby's destruction. There's dirt everywhere, a plant stand blocking the doorway, and carnage. Your precious babies have been murdered. 

By Red Riot.

And... Red Riot is on your balcony. 

You repeat: Red Riot is on your balcony. 

Abort mission, abort mission.

Your lips part, your mouth hangs open, and every single thought in your head seems to stutter. Kirishima winces as you look down dejectedly at your plants (or, what remains) before he speaks.

"I, uh— is it cool if I..." he points upwards, "Use your balcony?" 

You're speechless.

You draw your mouth shut and nod hurriedly.

"Thanks," he grins, giving you a thumbs up — and a smile. A toothy, cute, nervous smile, "Lemme just... I gotta handle something. B-But, I'll be back. I'll help fix this mess — just... five minutes, okay?"

It hits you suddenly that his voice sounds different from all those interviews you've watched. It's a little warmer, a little raspier, a little less heroic. It's cute. 

Your brain is still having a hard time connecting the words coming out of his mouth to the scene before you — like, yes frontal lobe, this is real. This is happening.

Red Riot is real and Red Riot is on your balcony. 

He's shockingly gentle when he finally frees his boot from your terracotta pot, setting it down with purposeful delicacy — he even whispers 'please stay' as he props it upright — and then steps back to eye the balcony above yours like an athlete remembering a gameplan. 

He's trying to figure out the best way up. 

How he even got up here is news to you. 

(It was Uravity, as it turns out. They've been patrolling together more in this Ward.)

Red Riot is huge. Like, huge. 

Broad shoulders, rippling biceps, and long, fluffy crimson hair. It's daunting to realize how tall he is in person. The guy is a beast — everyone knows it — but his chivalrous nature is that thing that usually draws in his fans. It's no secret that Red Riot is sweet. He openly champions the need to be a good role model for men everywhere. Y'know, you can be strong and nice!

A sharp canine glints in your apartment's light as he pokes his tongue out and thinks for a second. 

Then, he settles on his plan. 

"You might wanna head inside," Red Riot says as he rolls his shoulders and bounces on the balls of his feet; he's readying up for a fight — and you blink as the beautiful realization dawns on you, "This could get kinda loud."

Loud?

Oh my god.

Is he here for your upstairs neighbors?

Oh my god, he is. 

Your jaw falls open as you bark out a laugh — it's an incredulous rasp that sends you into a spiral of joy; you're not a vengeful person by any means but...

"They're gonna shit themselves," you grin, your eyes alight with pure delight and a spark of something that reminds Kirishima a lot little bit of Bakugo, "They called you a pussy—"

Kirishima's brows shoot upwards as he pauses. He was about to jump and dig his hands into the underside of the balcony, but his quirk is stalling at your words. There's a roaring fire blazing in your eyes, one that screams retribution. 

It's... comical.

You cackle again at him with a wide grin, hissing conspiratorily. "They made fun of my shirt!"

You point down at the REAL MEN RIOT tee with both hands, your face set in a look of vindicated glee. Then, the second realization of the night hits — that you've got no pants on, and that stupid, goofy Dynamight eye mask is still on your face. You make a soft sound of embarrassment and tug your shirt down lower, trying to cover up. He cannot see your underwear. No. No way, no fucking way. Without a single word, you reach up, snatch the Dynamight eye mask off your face, and whip it off the balcony without a second thought. 

Slowly, Kirishima's face splits into a pointy grin. 

Holy shit, he's so fucking hot. 

"Oh, man," Red Riot rumbles, his face cracking into a sharp, playful smirk, "That's real rude. I might have t' teach these guys some manners."

Your smile returns, washing away the wobbly look of embarrassment sticking to your cheeks. 

Man, it sure is cute.

You are really cute, Kirishima realizes.

"Right! And who calls Red Riot a pussy?" you counter excitedly, before reigning it in and awkwardly lowering your arms as you try to tug your shirt down to hide the tops of your thighs again. Your glee has stifled a little bit, but it only reaffirms Kirishima's duty to wrap this all up. 

"Yea, that's, like, super misogynistic," he muses as his quirk kicks in and his hands flick into a hardened state. It's insaneto witness the way his large hands transform into weapons with a single breath. You can see the jagged extension of his quirk working up his large arms, too, "Lemme just have a lil' word with these boys, alright? Head on inside, I'll be back in a sec'."

Then, with graceful ease, he hops upwards with a little hup before latching to the base of the upstairs neighbor's balcony. 

It's insane how effortless it is for him to haul himself up the balcony, his hands dug into the cement. His upper body strength is insane. He's scaling the terrace, alternating his grip. He disappears into the dark, swinging his body upwards and reaching his destination.

You tamp down your awe in favor of heeding his directions: head inside.

You're closing the balcony door when you hear Red Riot's voice greet the unexpecting gaggle.

"Hey, fellas! I heard you guys are some super fans. Got anything you want me to sign?"

You snicker to yourself as you hear the beginning of a fight. 

Again, as it turns out, the guys upstairs sucked. Like, mega sucked. They'd been responsible for several recent Trigger overdoses; Uravity and Red Riot were working with law enforcement to track the small-time manufacturers — which explains why they'd been so quiet lately. They suspected someone was on their tail. 

As Red Riot scaled their balcony, law enforcement waited to break down their door. They arrested the four men (Seriously? Four? In that studio?) without much incident — however, you did spy a broken nose on one of them as they were hauled into the back of the awaiting cruisers. 

Sweet, sweet revenge. 

By the time your neighbors are carted off, you've shimmed into some sweats and made a half-assed attempt to look sort ofpresentable, all while firing off a few contextually incomprehensible texts into your group chat.

red riot has seen me in my underwear wtf do i do know kiss him?

You're really weighing your options when there's a knock on your balcony entry. It's gentle and cordial. You turn, head snapping, and spy that trademarked (and a dozen times retweeted) smile through the glass. He waves. 

Your heart leaps into your throat. You try to remember to breathe as you shuffle over and tug the balcony door open. The night air is cool.

Be like the night air.

Stay cool.

Eijiro feels so silly. And guilty. And honestly? Really into you. 

You're still wearing that shirt — the one with his face on it. You have opted to put on pants, but Kirishima still reminds himself to keep his eyes on your face. No ogling. That's not very gentlemanly. 

There's a beat of awkward silence as the two of you wait for the other to speak, and Kirishima is the one to break it with a raspy laugh.

"I wanted to apologize about your plants," a large hand moves to rub the back of his neck, "I cleaned up as best I could. I'm really, really sorry."

You wave him off, leaning into the doorframe. "No, it's okay! It's nothing I can't... fix. I think?"

You look beyond him to the catastrophic mess of plant matter. He must have tried tidying up while you rattled off the rapid-fire texts in the group chat. 

Red Riot's face warbles into something tied between mortification and guilt. "Please forgive me."

"Seriously!" you cry, waving your hands as you try to placate his dejected expression, "Please don't feel bad. It's a fair trade, y'know. Those guys upstairs were, like, the worst."

"I can only imagine," Eijiro concedes, frowning a little, "They didn't give you too much trouble, did they?"

You shake your head and laugh a little, "Aside from insulting my favorite hero to my face? Not really."

Kirishima can feel his face get a little hot. He shifts from boot to boot. His smile is a little woozy. "So... you're a fan?"

You don't need to tell him the underwear you have on matches the shirt — red, with an embroidered RR on the front. You keep that to yourself. You just nod happily.

"Really?" his grin cracks into something so excitable it makes your entire stomach flip, "I don't meet a lotta fans who are..."

His words drift off.

He's staring at your eyes. You're so... soft. Warm. Your eyes are swirling with quiet, astonished adoration and it's making Kirishima feel like he's floating. 

"Who are...?" your brow quirks as you lean deeper into the doorframe, trying to coax out the rest of the sentence.

"Gorgeous," he breathes, his posture relaxing a little as he soaks in your expression.

It's like getting sucker punched to the sternum.

All the wind rushed out of your lungs.

The soft moment only lasts a beat, because suddenly Red Riot's face screws up and he waves his hands hurriedly. "Wait, no. Hold on, I mean — all of my fans are gorgeous, because, uh, they're my fans and I love them, right? It's not like they're not gorgeous, I just — I'm... I... My fans are, like, usually dudes? A-And that's totally cool because dudes can be gorgeous, too, y'know? But—"

You're laughing.

Kirishima is realizing he was not paying enough attention in his agency's PR training last month and you're laughing.

"I get it," you giggle, crossing your arms and grinning up at him, "I mean, I definitely don't think I'm gorgeous but—"

"You are," he assures firmly, his expression serious.

Are you dead?

Are you, like, literally ascending to a higher plane right now?

There's no fucking way this is happening. 

Your lips part in quiet shock as you bite back a smile that threatens to cramp up your cheeks. Kirishima eats it up, his posture perking up at the way you seem to melt at his compliment. His smile is boyish — almost dizzy. 

You duck a bashful look towards the tiled floor of the balcony, not really giving a singular shit that your beloved monstera has been stomped on.

Kirishima clears his throat, then — in a move he totally hasn't swooned over in those K-dramas he's secretly obsessed with, that'd be ridiculous — he props his arm up against your door and leans over you. Your faces are close in the warm light of the balcony. 

Your eyes stutter up his abdomen, chest, jaw, lips, and eyes. Kirishima notices. It's really, really cute.

"Are you, uh... Are you seeing anyone?" 

Of course, Red Riot would ask that. Red Riot, the king of chivalry. How is something like that so endearing? For the tenth time tonight, he makes your stomach flip.

You shake your head no, a little too stunned to speak.

"Cool," Eijiro musters over a shake of nerves, "Cool. Okay. Uh, then would it... would it be okay if I bought you some new plants?"

You nod, swallowed entirely by his shadow. He's so fucking huge. 

"And if I took you to dinner?" 

Another nod.

"...And — shit. You're, like, so cute," the smooth persona he's put on melts a little as his eyes roam your face; you feel so... shy, "I was gonna ask you something else but..."

"My number?" you offer, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you maintain eye contact. 

Is it hot? You're sweating. Is he sweating? He's hot. 

Eijiro nods, absolutely mesmerized by the way you tug your lip between your teeth. "That. Yea."

He has to fight back the urge to bite his knuckle when you turn away and move towards your kitchen to snag your phone. Kirishima stays put, allowing himself one moment of ogling. When you turn around, he's clearing his throat and crossing a boot over his ankle. 

He's still leaning up against the doorway.

"Here," you slip him the phone.

Eiijiro takes it — then hesitates for a second.

"...You're not gonna leak my number, are you?"

You have to laugh. You rub your cheek and shake your head before crossing your arms and looking up at him. "If you think I'm going to do anything to fumble this, you're wrong." 

Fumble this? Fumble him? He's the one that is at risk of fumbling, are you serious?

Eijiro barks out a surprised laugh as he enters his number, shoots a quick text his way then ignores the buzz in his back pocket. He hands your phone back and tries so fucking hard to ignore the way your fingers brush his. 

He got your number.

Holy shit, he got your number.

"Hey, Red Riot?"

He blinks down at you. "Y-Yea?"

You gesture for him to come closer, and he obeys easily — he bends a bit at the waist, his hair falling along his shoulders as he smiles down at you in the threshold of your apartment.

"Is everything alri—?"

You pop a chaste kiss against his cheek. 

Or, try. 

As you hop up onto your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, Eijiro is turning his head at the sound of Urvaity calling his name simultaneously. Trajectory failed, and now it's lips and lips instead of lips on cheek — and honestly? He owes Ochaco one for this. 

Red Riot melts — actually, truly, genuinely melts. His posture slumps down as you let out a shocked little sound of apology. But, Eijiro doesn't mind, and fuck, neither do you — because one hand braces against the doorframe above your head while his other hand is suddenly on your waist. He steadies himself, and damn. Damn. 

He breaks away when Uravity calls his name again. Kirishima is breathless and blushing, and your knees feel like jello. 

"I... Uh, I gotta go—"

"Yea, totally," you breathe, swallowing down the burn of unfiltered attraction, "Sorry, I was trying to kiss your cheek—"

Another call of his name. Red Riot curses softly before hollering a 'COMING!' over his shoulder, out past the edge of the balcony. 

When he turns back, he's fast to sweep you into another kiss — this one hotter than before. This one draws you into his chest, sending your hands colliding with the hot skin of his chest. There's muscle and scars and heat beneath your fingertips. His hand curls around your lower back, and you nearly moan. 

He peels himself away with an apologetic look as he backs towards the edge of the balcony. "I gotta go — I'll text you once patrol is over. Is that okay? I'm serious about the plants. And dinner." 

All you can do is nod.

Eijiro is kinda proud of himself for stunning you stupid with that kiss.

This is exactly the sort of night you needed.

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 This is some depraved, freaky deaky shit.. Literally just porn without plot, because I love me some mean Kiri — anyways, come get ya juice!

You were practically panting out your moans, breath fogging up part of your reflection as his hands pawed at your chest. The fabric of your shirt bunched around your collarbone, and the cups of your bra haphazardly folded down to reveal your breasts while he fucked himself into you from behind. His pace merciless, fat cock bullying its way in, and it felt all too delicious with the feeling of his crimson gaze watching you bounce in the mirror.

Your hips are digging into the ceramic edge of the sink, making you push your ass back into him just to escape the sharp sensation of it. The sound of his skin against yours, and the indecent squelch of your weeping hole was setting your skin alight. Maybe thats why you couldn’t stop the sounds from escaping you, eyes lulling back at the way he knew all the spots to make you feel so fucking good.

The feeling of his big, manly hand on your throat brings you back to reality. Your upper half pulled back into him, pressing the entirety of your back flush against his chest while he rails you. Pins you in place with sheer strength. The new depth makes you yelp, letting out mumbled ramblings about his cock being too big.

“You can take it.” he’s nodding at you in the reflection, eyebrows drooping in faux pity as he flashes you that shark tooth grin. “You can fucking take it for me, angel.”

Tongue starting to loosen with your approaching bliss, you can’t stop yourself from nodding along. Delirious on that dick. That familiar coil was winding in your belly, burning hotter by the second until you were cumming around him hard enough to make him stall his hips with a drawn out groan of approval.

It was too good, too much.

The tears rise up, a glistening threat at your lash line as he starts a pace of hard, deliberate thrusts. “Eijiii~.. fuck!” a feral noise tears out of your throat, starlight twinkling and fizzing at the edges of your vision. “s’too much!”

The redhead dips his head back, and laughs at that - so full of jovial warmth and venom. “Awww..” he tuts, a mocking sound, tongue pressed to his teeth as one hand slides from your throat to hold your jaw, the other landing a sharp smack to your ass. “No tears, baby.. nuh uh~..”

“You don’t want our friends to know what a nasty fucking girl you are, do you? Huh, pretty baby?”

He was getting close, balls heavy and aching to do the only thing on his mind. To fill you up, and send you back to the table of your friends as it leaks out of your tired little hole.

“Gonna have to make up some excuse for why that makeup is all over your face..” he moaned, smiling mirthfully as your sloppy cunt grips down at his words, earning you another swat to the ass. Fucking into you with the primal dedication that nature intended, he’s wrapping a thick arm around your neck to hold you in a loose chokehold. Depraved, and unrelenting as he crushed you against the sink with his weight. “You’re such a bad girl, baby. I can feel that pussy milking me, fuck..”

You thanked your lucky stars that the music from the party was hiding your moans, incoherently raving about how good he was fucking you, because you were far too gone to control yourself.

Scattering wet kisses along the side of your face, sloppy and hot with the feeling of his breath, he flexes that strong bicep slightly to give your neck just enough pressure. Just enough that you have to gasp a bit for each breath, soft lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“You love the idea of everyone knowing who owns you, don’t you, honey? Whose pussy is this?”

His thoughts run rampant at his own words, chasing that high as he uses his weight to keep you from wriggling free. Pressing himself all the way into you, grinding against your cervix with slow, decisive thrusts as he lets out a whining growl. You can barely think as he runs the rough pads of his fingers along your thigh with his free hand, enunciating his question by circling your clit until you’re both coming undone.

“It’s yours. Always yours.”

[with-my-calamitous-love]

FASTER THAN THE WIND, PASSIONATE AS SIN

eijiro kirishima x reader

things he’d say to you

a/n: loving him (kirishima) was red <3

some nsfw content, you are responsible for what you read

“morning, babe. hm? why are you blushing? like my morning voice? gah, you’re so cute.”

“c’mon baby, you can do it. just one more set. i’m so proud of you. c’mere, i wanna show you off.”

“oh, i’m just posting a pic of me at the gym? hm? you’re worried some other girls will see? awh, beautiful, you know i only have eyes for you. besides, all my best posts are about you.”

“oh, your pussy tastes fucking amazing. want me to use my fingers too? hm? of course, babygirl. anything for you.”

“hm? you’re giving my hoodie back? what, it doesn’t smell like me anymore? you can take my cologne too. anythings thats mine if yours, babe. you know that.”

“can you help me touch up my roots tonight, baby? bakugou pointed it out… you think i look good with it? stop, babe. you’re too sweet.”

“what are you doing, always in front of the mirror? wish you could see yourself how i see you… you’re so beautiful. cmere, i want you in my arms.”

“god, just like that babygirl. fuck. your mouth feels so good, yeah? ugh, i’m gonna come.”

“you’re the best thing thats ever happened to me.”

[uwtloml]

- accidentally texting mha boys about smut

ft. katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, shoto todoroki, and eijiro kirishima

[satorisoup]

⌗ 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 ⁝ ( ᰔ )

— eijiro kirishima

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ﾉ fluff. petnames ( baby ). brief mention of children. kiri who would do anything for you !! <3

𝐖𝐂 ﾉ 420

kirishima who is just so eager to do absolutely anything to see that sweet, honey coated smile on your face.

he’s eager to unbuckle the strap of your heels and take them off slowly, and eager to bend down on one knee to tie your shoe laces without so much as a second thought.

eager to buy that one thing you couldn’t stop staring at in the store, rushing to buy it without you noticing, and eager to package it nicely and leave it on your bed as a surprise.

eager to invite you on a date he knows you’ll truly enjoy to the fullest, and eager to feed you your favorite foods until you can’t take another bite.

anything, everything that you want, kirishima has vowed to make sure you get. he can’t call himself a man if he can’t even give you the simplest things. no, that’d be just plain stupid. he wants to see your eyes light up, your lips curved, and your teeth shining in what he knows is true happiness, better yet, happiness that he was able to provide for you.

“ your back hurts ? do you want a massage, baby ? ”

he’s rubbing away at the tension in your muscles with calloused hands and a strong grip before you can even give him an answer.

“ for you, sweet thing. ” he’ll say, casually handing you the biggest, most extravagant bouquet of your favorite flowers that he could possibly find. his reasoning ?

“ it wouldn’t be manly of me to not buy my beautiful girl flowers, would it ? ”

when you tell him what you’d like for your future, your wedding dress, how you want your home to look, how many children you’d wish to have, he’s making a mental note, ink bold in the fine lines of his mind.

and when your older, you better believe he’s made your wishes come true. he’s slipped a ring on your finger, not too fancy, just how you wanted. your dreams of a white picket fence and a wrap around porch, your yearning of two children, daughters, that run around in your front yard, giggling in the damp clovered grass, are all a true reality because kirishima promised to make it happen for you.

that’s who he is. he wants to give, give, give until you believe you’ve run him dry, and even then he knows you haven’t, and you never could.

because kirishima is, and always will be just so eager.

[deathc-re]

your audiophile bf who just can't bear to be away from you this long. his heart has a hole and his cock is throbbing in his boxers. the way you so energetically answered the phone, a smile coming through in your voice. he couldn't bare it, pictures of you flashed through his mind and unconsciously his hand slipped into his pants.

thick fingers wrapped around the base of his dick as he listened to you rattle on about your day.

at first you didn't notice, just thinking his hums meant he was multi tasking. but when your speech slowed and you could clearly hear the shuttering of his voice, something inside you stirred.

your voice became more sultry as you sat back against the couch, legs folded, cunt twitching as you put the phone on speaker. he breathing was all over the place and you could've sworn you heard the rhythmic pull of his calluses hand up and down his shaft.

"my love," you cooed, " what are you up to?"

"hm?" he breathed, paying your words no mind and simply focusing on your voice. bringing up memories of when it cried his name.

"are you jerking off, baby?"

"fuck- i am, yeah."

you let out a giggle and uncrossed your legs, shifting positions and letting your hands slip past the hem of your sweats.

"yeah? are you missing my voice baby?"

he hummed and you clicked your teeth, "answer me, sweet heart."

"i am, i really fucking am. i- i miss your moans sweetheart."

you pussy clenched and you slowly circled your clit, letting out a sigh into the phone that was dropped right by your head.

"i miss yours too. let me hear them baby, i know you're keepin quiet."

"mhm," he whined, squeezing tighter "but it'll never feel as good as you baby."

"i know, i know, but you can still make yourself cum right? do it just how you like it."

he did as he was told, and shuddered at the increased pace. fuck did he miss you. the softness of your hands, the wetness of your mouth, the twitch of your cunt.

like the true lovers you were, your mind was in the area. the feel of his hands on you, the drag of his cock along your walls, his mouth on your nipples. fuck did you miss him.

your fingers moved quicker and as did his hand. you both moans into the mic of your phones, cursing and whining and "oh i wish you were here"s until your bodies felt alight with ecstasy. dots clouding your vision, toes curled and backs arching off different couches you both laid on.

"fuck- i love you so much." he breathed, simply looking at the white ropes that coated his hand and stomach.

"i love you too baby. hurry home yeah?"

YUUJI, gojo, yuuta, kirishima, deku, sero, bokuto, tendou, shinra + others

[skymar13]

more kirishima smut I’m begging 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Your wish is my command.

The manly hero kirishima eijirou

The manly hero who will open the door for you but will also open your legs.

The manly hero who has a size kink and loves the way you hole takes him in

The manly hero who loves your boobs because it proves that he can focus on two things at once.

The manly hero who has a breeding kink and just wants to see you filled up with his children.

The manly hero who loves to fuck you raw and begs to let him not use a condom

The manly hero who hates your fan base especially the fan boys who gawk at you as you sign their forehead.

The manly hero who wants to be gentle and kind to you but leant hold himself back.

The manly hero who loves who you tangle your hands in his hair

The manly hero who will fuck you in any position no matter how much you weigh he will fuck you mid air

The manly hero who loves you so much he will take excellent care of you after he just destroyed you

[im-so-tired-sorry]

and if i said your boyfriends played animal crossing with you and you visit each others islands all the time? what then?!

bakugo, debt free with his well terraformed island that he spent a LOT more time on than he’ll ever admit. he wears a customized shirt you had gifted him that looks like his irl skull shirt. and he has a room in his house specifically for the useless shit gifts that you and kirishima send him. he’s basically speed running the game trying to pay nook off to accomplish the next task the rat raccoon gives you.

kirishima is in deep debt 😭 he sometimes commits to advancing in the game but he always gets distracted trying to expand and improve the museum. he likes taking you and katsuki there for “dates” when you visit his island. he wears a tank top and swim trunks and always competes with katsuki to see who can catch a bigger fish. his house is still small but he always makes sure he has three beds for when you sleepover.

you play the most often and are constantly updated when there’s a specific event going on in the game. which leads to making your bfs enjoy the event together. your island is well terraformed and organized, making it convenient for romantic “walks”. you wear a clown outfit and katsuki always makes fun of you for it while eijirou calls it cute. you tried making your house as close of a replica to your house that you share with your partners.

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a/n: quick little thing i needed to jot down on the spot 🤭 lmk what you think! i’m open to suggestions and writing prompts!