#— c: eijirou kirishima

[sagechan]

Movie Night

Fandom: BNHA, Boku no Hero Academia,

AO3 Rating: E

Words: 4346

Tags: poly bakusquad, everyone's fuckin each other, kiribowl, kirishima eijirou has a big dick, kiri has big balls, size difference, PWP

Summary: It's as if Eijirou gives off pheromones, and his friends are bloodhounds for it. Denki sits up a little straighter on the floor. Hanta, his head resting on one of Eijirou’s thighs, stiffens his back just a bit, almost bringing his head off that thigh so as not to spook Eijirou into thinking he can’t touch himself if someone’s head is too close. They all have to be strategic with their big guy. They have to be patient, and make sure he’s feeling good, before they can pounce.

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[kaphyr]

The Long Defeat Ch31 + Teaser

Chapter Summary

“Individuals can resist injustice, but only a community can do justice.” — James J. Corbett

Eijirō tries to do the right thing; it doesn’t work out. He goes on a second date; it does work out.

Fic Link: The Long Defeat

[Updates every 2 weeks on Tuesday]

KRDK | An Excerpt 

Deku strips like no one is watching―which is to say, with no flirting. Mina would―no. Deku’s different.

It’s still hot―or at least cute. He looks back and catches Eijirō’s eyes on him and his face gets red. He smiles a little, biting his lower lip. He gets the lube and condoms and crawls over Eijirō, dropping the stuff somewhere by the pillows.

Eijirō pulls him down and they’re kissing again. Deku’s hand is on his dick, stroking it lightly―which is great because he’s using nothing but spit. Eijirō doesn’t know where to touch. He wants to grab his ass, but every time he put his hands there, Deku moans and Eijirō needs to put his cock in that hungry mouth.

“Want to feel you, Ei. Open me up?”

Eijirō groans and slicks up his fingers. He doesn’t know how much he should use exactly, with Mina―

He uses a lot.

Deku squirms and giggles as it drips on his back. “So cold, Ei,” he moans against Eijirō’s mouth.

Eijirō laughs but starts with a finger. Deku’s so warm inside. And soft and slippery. There’s no resistance like―like Eijirō expected. He still feels too tight for Eijirō to fuck, but he’s loose enough that Eijirō feels confident he can ask,

“Can I add another finger?”

Deku nods and takes his mouth again. Close like this, he smells like a fruit basket―warm and bright and sweet.

Eijirō pulls at one ass cheek and slowly, sinks in two fingers at a time. Deku’s hand stills and it’s like he melts, getting heavier above Eijirō.

“Still okay?”

Deku nods, mouth open a little, eyes clenched shut.

“Want it harder?”

Deku makes little grunts at the same pace as Eijirō’s fingers inside him.

“You look so hot like this… but―” he takes out his fingers and Deku opens his eyes, “―want it harder? Use your words, babe.”

Deku licks his lips. They look flushed and a little more plump. Like they had looked after sucking him off.

Eijirō circles his hole. “Or we can go slower?”

Deku whines. “No~! Want your fingers, please Ei. Put them inside, fingerfuck me hard, please. Wanna be ready for your―” He gasps, eyes shut.

Eijirō sinks his fingers as deep as they will go and pumps them faster.

“Faster, Ei, please, I’m good.”

He goes a little faster and it must be exactly what Deku wants because he groans into Eijirō’s mouth and fucks back against his fingers.

“Another, please.” Deku doesn’t wait for an answer, he kisses him again and lets go of Eijirō’s cock so he can grab at his other ass cheek and spread himself a little more.

Eijirō fits the third finger in and waits until Deku’s moving his hips before fucking him again.

Deku lifts off, cutting their lazy kiss short so he can fuck back a little harder. “Can I ride you? Please? I promise we can start slow.”

Eijirō winces at that. “Can you take another finger for me?”

Deku licks his lips and nods. It takes a few tries for them to find a good rhythm that keeps Eijirō’s fingers in Deku without hurting him or slipping out, but once they do, Deku’s moaning, eyes barely open.

“You okay?”

“So―much―” Deku shivers and his thighs clench around Eijirō. “Stop―stop―stop! Too good, don’t wanna―”

Eijirō pauses, four fingers still inside Deku. He trembles and reaches down and holds his cock at the base. It’s hard and leaking.

“Want me to suck you off?”

Deku groans. “Shut. Up. Trying not to come.” He takes a deep breath and then kneels, fully upright. “Please, can I have your cock, now? I don’t think I’ll last but―”

“I’ll last 5 minutes tops.” He fits a condom on his cock.

Deku giggles. “Okay, okay. We can do it again after or whatever.”

Eijirō smiles and Deku opens his eyes and looks down at him with this soft, giddy look Eijirō has… has never seen thrown his way. He takes Deku’s hand. “I… I like you a lot.”

“I like you a lot, too.” Deku laces their fingers together and then keeps them like that as he shifts to take his cock.

 As promised, Deku lowers himself slowly. Their hands are still clasped so Eijirō guides his cock in while Deku holds himself open. Achingly slow, Deku moves down, down, down his cock. His thighs don’t even tremble.

Eijirō wants to buck up so bad, but he keeps himself still and squeezes Deku’s hand. He’s so tight around his cock. And wet. And warm. Not like a pussy, but Eijirō likes it just as much. Likes the way Deku squeezes and clenches and twitches.

Fuck.  “Gonna cum,” Eijirō strangles out. “Look so―hot. Feel so good.”

Deku groans and picks up speed. “Gonna f-fuck me again?” His face is flushed and his eyes are hooded, relaxed.

“Yes―fuck―yes!” Eijirō reaches for Deku’s cock and strokes it just as fast as he’s bouncing on his cock.

He bites his lip to hold back a scream but keeps riding Eijirō, clenching and squeezing, dick shooting cum all over Eijirō’s stomach and face and still going, still bouncing.

Eijirō stops stroking and Deku moans.

Eijirō cums to that sound, hand at Deku’s hip to feel him keep that pace then take him deep and keep him there as he cums, twitching and groaning and finally coming down.

 Eijirō goes lax everywhere but his hand still laced with Deku’s. A hand petting Eijirō’s stomach, Deku stays seated on his dick.

“Feel good?” Eijirō asks.

“You’re splitting me open,” Deku slurs.

Eijirō snorts. “A good split?”

“So good I wish I could just keep―keep riding you.” He rolls his lower lip between his teeth.

Eijirō passes a hand over his thigh, watches the muscles there spasm when he goes near his flushed, half-hard cock. “Gonna keep me in there until I get hard again?”

Deku moans and his dick gives a half-hearted twitch. “Wanna keep you inside, but…” he shifts his legs and his face twitches with pain, “starting to hurt, sorry.”

“Nothing to feel bad about.”

Deku lifts off his cock and Eijirō gets to watch that gape struggle to close. He’s already got a blush going on; it makes his freckles look even darker. He smiles that small, shy smile of his and looks at Eijirō through his lashes. “Wanna see how open I am? How your big cock wrecked me?”

Fuck.

This excerpt was tweaked a bit. If you like it, you might like my Dekubowl fic The Long Defeat on AO3. Updates every other Tuesday <3

Fic Summary

After a decade of separation, Katsuki and Izuku meet. They are both heroes but on different sides where it matters.

Eijirō has a lot of figuring out to do. He’s got OFA and no clue how to honour this legacy and is even more confused about the feelings he’s having for a middle-ranking hero.

Shigaraki is lost in the wake of AFO’s defeat and frustrated with the League of Villains and its partners’ progress. He’s got destruction at his fingertips and he’s itching to use it.

Or: The way too political dekubowl no one asked for.

[cei1ne]

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

დ”*•.Summary:

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

◌⑅⃝♡⋆Pairing:

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

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

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰Wordcount: 1.3k

❧◦°˚A/N:

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

Pt. 2. Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course not! You’re fine, idiot.”

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

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

ஐ| Kirishima Eijirou (While working out together)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❦| Sero Hanta (While watching a movie)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe.”

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

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

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

Shoto Todoroki (During a quiet moment in the garden)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gamblersdoll]

Hi DV! Hope you’re having a wonderful day

If it’s something you’d write, I’d LOVEEEE to request Kirishima and Bakugo brat taming their fem best friend together.

I adore the dynamic of Kirishima being a soft dom and Katsuki being rough and desperate.

Hopefully you fw this too! Thanks DV <3

hey baby, im good, craving a triple dipper so bad :/

brat taming, spanking, softdom! kiri, harddom! bakugou,fingering, spit, praise, degrading, restraining, (kiri using his quirk.) pussy slaps

“now youve pissed him off, babydoll.” kirishima frowns, having his knees under your legs as katsuki swats a hand against your ass.

“stop talkin’ to her.” he warns the red head, glaring daggers into your back. “just had to piss me off all day today, huh? do you like shit like this?” he asks, not really looking for a answer. he swats again, reminding you to count.

“fifteen!” you yelped, the cold air of katsuki’s room trickled along the welts and bruises on your rear, and kirishima coos.

“dont you think this is excessive, kats?”

“do you have a fuckin better idea? you act like shes never pushed your buttons and wanted to fuck her up.” katsuki barks, swatting his hand at your ass again, hearing a ‘sixteen!’ from your lips.

“she has, but i wouldnt have her not be able to sit for four days because of it.” the red says, scooping you up and putting you in his lap. katsuki grumbles, sitting in the chair that sat before you and the giant above you.

he activates his quirk, holding you in a place so you cannot run, even squirm. “whats got you so worked up, baby?” he coos in your ear, a hand reaching to your clit. katsuki scoffs, of course eijirou would be nice with you.

“mm mm.” you grunt, trying to get out of his grasp.

he takes his unhardened hand and softly smacks your clit,drawing katsuki’s attention. “you just in a mood, hm?” he asks, taking your nipple and pinching at the nerve, tugging at it. you nod, earning another slap to your cunt. “thats not good, youre lucky im here so you can at least live the next day.”

“yeah, because youre soft as fuck.” you spit, watching the man above wipe his lips. he clicks his tongue, katsuki yanking your legs around his waist and then swats at your clit. you yelp, a heat of blush around your cheeks.

“see, now katsuki has to step in.” kirishima sighs, holding you up still as he watches you whimper from the assaults to your pussy. both pairs of red eyes look at your clit, all swelled and aching for pleasure instead of the pain mixed with pleasure. “yer goin too hard, katsuki.”

“no the fuck i ain’t, look at her.” he tilts your head up at the red head. “she’s enjoying this shit, thats why we’re even here.” he spits on your clit, slapping it again. “you just wanted a reason to get used, didnt you whore?”

kirishima sucks in a breath, a nervous chuckle as he kisses your earlobe. “is that right, baby? wanted a reason for us to be all over you?”

you feel his fingers dip into your walls, curling around that gummy spot that has you seeing stars and trying to snap your leg’s together.

“not even our bitch, and you want some dick from the both of us.” katsuki seethes, slapping your thigh and fingering your velvety walls with a meaner pace. “hm? is that what you want? to be our personal cocksleeve, ha?”

“dont be too mean—“

“i know what the fuck im doing, red. she loves this shit.” katsuki reminds him again, eyes back on you. “i know you like that used and abused shit you find on twitter, slut.”

your heart drops, eyes rolling back and he leans up, spitting into your mouth and slapping your clit. your eyes snap back to red venomed eyes, tears welling up.

“oh, shes so close.” kirishima coos, kissing your neck and shoulder. “i can feel it, shes so close.”

“beg for it.” katsuki stops, halting your hips from grinding on his fingers. “either you beg for me to let you cum, or we all stop and you can deal with that pathetic rose you got to make you have a weak orgasm.”

you try to catch your breath, but its too much. “please let me cum..” you whine out, hearing a chuckle from kirishima.

“thats the best youve got?” he asks, and gets cut off by his friend.

“shes being better, kats. least let her cum.”

his fingers move slow, moving away from your g-spot to another spot that only makes your orgasm die out. “until you learn how to beg properly, you dont get to cum just yet.”

you sob out, hips trying to move, but kirishima holds them. he whispers a ‘dont you think you deserve to cum, babygirl?’ and you cry out. “pleasepleasepleaseplease let me cum, ill be good, katsu, please!”

the blonde chuckles mean, flicking his fingers right back to where they were and curling around your sweet spot again. “then cum, cum on my fucking fingers, bratty little bitch.” he orders.

you feel that coil in your stomach snap broken, eyes rolling back and you sob a choked cry, both men watching his fingers go from glistening clear to a creamy white.

“did you have fun, kats?” kirishima asks, finishing his time on wiping you and and putting his shirt back on.

“yeah.” he replies, hands being dried by the microfiber towel and he taps on your thigh. “you okay?”

“yeah, im okay.” you reply with a beaming smile on your face, standing up and embracing the hug that katsuki initiated.

“didnt go to hard, did we?” the blond asks, patting your head.

“i mean, you couldve been rougher, sometimes one of you bitched out.”

a switch flips in kirishima’s head, him reaching his arm out to the back of your neck and pulling you into his chest. his eyes are low, and his grip on your neck and hip is tight.

“i bitched out, huh?” he asks, a growl in his throat.

“red—“ katsuki says, watching his teeth go into your neck and you writhe. “you fucked up, now.”

[kisabesworld]

hear me out….. walking in on katsuki giving kirishima head(poly!relationshipau)

hi yes actually

warnings : S/H pronouns used, afab reader, degradation, cum eating(….) creampie, cunnilingus, overall dirtiness <3!

WARNING : NSFW (+18)

After a long day at the agency, you’d walked into your apartment, kicking your shoes off. You sighed, finding it odd your two boyfriends hadn’t come to greet you at thn door, despite the two of them getting home earlier than you today. Especially Eijirou, who was like a puppy in the way he greeted you and kissed you when you got home, sweeping you off your feet. You smile at the mere thought of the two, hanging your jacket up and walking towards the bedroom. You figured since they hadn’t come to greet you, surely they were asleep, so you were as quiet as possible when you tiptoed to the bedroom and creaked open the door.

What you saw was far from them sleeping. Katsuki sat kneeling in front of Eijirou who sat on the bed, manspreading as Katsuki, while having tears in his eyes, took the red heads thick cock in his mouth. Your eyes were wide, and for a moment you were dumbfounded as you watched the two, Eijirous breaths coming out in short moans as he coaxed Katsuki further down on his cock. Only once you let out a shaky and needy whine do they realize you’re there.

Eijirous eyes widen, focusing on your frame that stood in the doorway. A toothy grin replaces his surprised expression. “Hey, baby.” He says sweetly, despite the fact he was holding Katsuki down on his cock so far that the blondes nose hit Eijirous pubes. You could hear the slight sound of gagging before Eijirou cruelly pulled Katsuki off by his hair. The blonde was breathing heavily, glaring at Eijirou. “What the fuck was that for?” He’d spit, his voice a bit raspy from his throat being abused. He turns to face you, lips glossy.

You’d simply grin, undressing quickly and sitting in the chair opposite of the bed. Unceremoniously you’d press a hand to your cunt, watching the two. “Keep going.” You’d say, watching the two carefully.

Katsuki was going to protest, before Eijirou pressed his mouth down on his cock again. You’d moan, watching how the large appendage stretched out his throat to the point of tears. Eijirou let out a breathy moan, throwing his head back and brutally fucking into his throat. Despite his actions, a big brute like Eijirou never meant any harm. He’d coo down at Katsuki, telling him how good he was doing and what a good boy he was.You could see the way the blonde gripped Eijirous thighs, staring up at him with tear filled eyes.

You’d move forward across the room, kneeling behind Katsuki and reaching an arm around his body. With a kiss to his tear stained cheek you took his cock in your hand. It was already rock hard, twitching and leaking. The pretty pink tip dripped precum down to his thigh, but he didn’t seem to care. He was too focused on trying to breathe with the monstrous dick down his throat.

You squeeze his dick lightly, smearing pre down from his pink tip as you slowly jerk him off. He moans against Eijirous dick, causing the redhead to buck his hips. You ignore the sound, quickly beginning to pump him. He bucks his hips, eyes rolling back in pleasure. It was as if just sucking Eijirou off already almost had him cumming. You’d giggle, nipping at his neck and squeezing down hard as you pump him again, feeling his cock twitch. I hear Eijirous breathy voice ring out. “C-Cumming- Cumming! Fuck- Take it all!” He’d whine, pressing the blondes head all the way back down against him before blowing his load down his throat. Almost on cue, Katsuki cums with a whine, squirming and trying to get away as you continue to pump him.

Eijirou lets Katsuki pull off of him, who was panting and trying to catch his breath. Despite this, he turns and grips your face in his strong hands, pressing his lips to yours. The redhead above simply laughs, still catching his breath as well.

You could still taste Eijirous cum on Katsukis tongue, the taste causing your tongue to lick into his mouth. He would growl, pushing you back. You lay back on the floor as he spreads your legs, pressing a finger to your wet cunt. “What a fuckin’ slut.” He’d scoff, a grin on his face as he pressed your button harshly. Eijirou would step down from the bed, kneeling beside you carefully to take one of your soft tits in his mouth. Despite your whining he keeps going, simply biting down when he felt you were being a bit too loud. You whine loudly, even more so when you feel Katsukis tongue begin to greedily lap at your slit. Eijirou pulls off with a pop, moving up to kiss your neck. He’d simply laugh, leaving nips on your neck that had you jolting. Katsuki was relentless with his tongue, the muscle delving into your hole deep. He looked up at you as he did so, meeting your eye with a lustful gaze.

Suddenly you’re flipped over, and Katsukis cock is cruelly pressing into you in one fell swoop. The motion has you seeing stars and gripping at Eijirous big hands as they guide your face towards his cock. He’s much more gentle with you, running his hand through your hair as he guides you down. Katsuki, seemingly feeling cruel, thrusts into you particularly hard. The feeling had you moaning around Eijirous cock, being pressed down even further as your nose is pressed against the red heads pelvis.

They use you at a relentless pace. When Katsuki would pull out, you’d pull off of Eijirous cock just a bit. And when he’d slam back into you, you’d be forced to take Eijirous thick dick down your throat again. You could barely hear with the pleasure you felt, feeling your pussy begin to clench hard around his dick. I felt Eijirous cock begin to twitch, and he calls out yet again, breathy and whining. “Gonna- Gonna cum! Gonna cum all down your throat, sweetheart.” He’d coo, before blowing his sticky white load down your throat. You’d swallow it, Eijirou pulling back before Katsuki pulls you up, moving you around like a doll before he has you ass up, face pressed into the ground dumbly. You were practically drooling, eyes glazed over. He only laughed, slapping your ass harshly before pressing back into your cunt with a groan.

Eijirou watched, eyes wide as he pumped his thick cock with his hand. But you wouldn’t notice, as you were too busy focusing on the immense pleasure you were feeling. You feel your pussy clench around him, grip vice as his dick scrapes against your gummy walls. Katsuki would pinch your asscheek with a groan. “Fuck- You like that? Like it when I fuck you like the whore you are?” He grins, looking full of himself as he fucks into you. You clamp down harder at his words, moaning loudly before cumming with an almost scream. You grasp at Eijirou to ground you, feeling Katsuki still roughly fucking into you before feeling his dick paint your walls. He pulls back, slumping against the bed with a sigh. He’d look over at you with a smirk, face looking fucked out and blissful.

Eijirou pipes up first. “We really took it out of her, huh?” He chuckles, patting your head affectionately. Katsuki rolls his eyes but leans forward to give your side a gentle caress.

“Guess we did.”

[chuuniversal]

KISS ME THROUGH THE PHONE, BABY!

☆*:.｡ the pro hero red riot finds himself in a hard situation during a night away from you… how will you help him is the question

note from chuu: kiri has been picking at my brain since i saw the leaks and…i needed to scratch this itch. this is from an old fic i posted years ago but revamped <3 i hope you like!

cw: time-skip pro hero! kirishima, phone sex, mutual masturbation, sex toy, f! reader, pet names used (baby, pretty girl, baby boy, dollie), established relationship, slight praise, slight begging. MDNI!! BLANK/ AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED <3

distant overnight missions were always hard for pro hero red riot. he was forced to sleep in a cold, desolate hotel room that lacked the warmth you radiate, forced to sleep on a shitty queen mattress alone without your touch, and more importantly forced to handle his aching hard on. alone.

the clear, flesh light wrapped around kirishima’s cock can only do so much. it just doesn’t feel the same as you do. it can’t pull him in closer and leave deep red marks on his back and shoulders when he hits that sweet spot deep within you, definitely doesn’t whine and mewl his name the way you do. different fluctuations and pitches of his name that push him over the edge, but all he has right now is a poor excuse of “good pussy” and a limp dick.

he can’t help but call you, praying to whatever higher being that you respond and are willing to humor him.

“hello?”

“baby…n-need you…”

need you. it’s hiccuped and groaned, faint squelching in the background telling you the purpose of this call without anything being verbalized. he’s adorable when he gets like this, all clingy and in need of your voice to get off. you can’t help but giggle to yourself.

“hi baby boy, need me?” you greet him with the same softness he’s fallen in love with, a little sultry added to the tone of your voice as you wait for him to tell you his needs.

“i…want you to say my name, it’s r-really pretty when you say it…please” he’s embarrassed, the pro hero red riot is currently on the phone whining to his girlfriend and begging. he feels like a fucking loser but he can’t help himself, his hips bucking into the toy in anticipation.

eijirou leaves your lips multiple times, spaced out and delicate enough to make your boyfriend feel tingly inside. you can hear the slight hitch in his breath and the gentle schlick of the toy on his shaft over and over. you imagine it’s covered in a shiny glimmer of precum, his tip collecting a good amount of it inside the clear toy. god you wish you were there…to see his face flushed and in pure ecstasy, pathetically humping a cheap toy he found online.

“you close, eiji baby?” you ask with a slight impatience. not because you’re rushing him but because you’re getting worked up yourself, rubbing your thighs together and biting the plush of your bottom lip.

“c-can you just touch yourself? i know you want to.” you hum a soft okay, tugging at the pebbled bud imprinting your shirt. he can hear the restraint in your sighs of pleasure, your quietness making his need bubble up again. “angel, what’re you doing? why did you get quite on me.” kirishima groans as he continues to stroke himself off. he needs to hear you, needs to know what naughty things you’re doing while he’s not there. you’re coy at first, telling him you’re pinching and tugging at your nipples and massaging your tits through your old school shirt you sleep in from time to time. “wish it were you, eiji... they’re so s-sensitive, ngh.”

you’re getting whinier and whinier, fully groping your titties as you rub your thighs together for whatever friction that can sooth the growing ache. “i know baby, i bet that pussy is soaked from the way you’re moaning. ah f-fuuuck!” he couldn’t take it anymore, biting the inside of his cheek as he listened to you writhe on the other end, stroking his cock even faster. “keep playing with your tits, angel. you sound fucking gorgeous- shit! so fucking gorgeous!”

you whine in frustration as you tug harder, “e-eiji, wanna play with my pussy…don’t you wanna hear me?” the thought of your delicate mauve, pinkish center oozing juices of your desire put your boyfriend’s stomach in knots. fuck hearing it at this point, he wants to see it, switching the audio call to video as he scrambles to prop his phone up.

you answer and immediately hear the harsh squelching of the faux pussy gliding up and down kirishima’s length, crimson hair disheveled and matted to his sweat kissed forehead as his face twisted and contorted in frustration and pleasure. he was coming undone and at his breaking point, hips stuttering desperately while groans and whimpers escaped him. “play with it for me, dollie. wanna see you fuck yourself nice and pretty. the way i like it.” you put on a show for him, slowly pulling your panties down revealing your soaked cunt. your legs spread and your fingers delve in, your finger rubbing frantic tight circles into your aching clit while the other hand’s middle and ring prod at your hole. fuck you’re gorgeous, glistening folds and puffy lips in full view as you look into the phone camera. “l-like this?” you say sheepishly as your reflection causes waves of heat to radiate your cheeks. you feel embarrassed having yourself spread like this, the way you avoid looking at the camera makes kirishima’s cock twitch.

“there she is, just like that. such a pretty girl, my pretty girl – f-fuck.” he watches your fingers push in and out, the loud squelching of your pussy and your whines making him give in. “this thing ain’t any good, i- shit! n-need you, wanna bounce you on my fucking cock until i’m empty. u-until you’re dizzy, baby please.” bouncing on his cock would be ideal right about now, stuffing you full and being able to feel the desperate throb of his shaft.

a few fast pumps and twists of his wrist was all it took for spurts of hot sticky cum to coat the inside of the clear plush plastic, so much of it that it drips down to his balls. kirishima’s haggard breaths die down as he goes at it again, working himself up with lazy strokes.

“f-fuck, m’close…s-so close.” you hiccup as you squirm against your soft sheets, whining and rapidly rubbing your clit until it finally hits you, a rush of euphoria shooting up your calves. strings of curses and your lover’s name are ripped from you. “m’here angel, right here.”he talks you down with sweet praises, shushing your hiccupy pleas for him to come over and fill you up. “don’t worry your pretty little head, eijirou’s gonna take good care of you once im back from this mission. promise”

☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆thank you for reading! if you enjoyed feel free to like, reblog and or comment! send an ask if you want, i don’t bite :3!

[throwawayhero]

could you give more hcs or a drabble about bakugou with a crush on reader!! pls i feel like ur fics are the closest ive seen to canon... i need more

No problem, and thanks! I try to make them seem canon, but sometimes it's difficult T-T. Just realising now that a few of these sound stalker-y and I'm sorta regretting writing this but oh well. I hope this is satisfactory!! c/w; social media au, buzzfeed, eminem (idek), karaoke, not proof read

!Katsuki who unintentionally catches himself playing with his hair while talking to you. Not in an obvious way (that's what he thinks at least), but more so absentmindedly fiddling with his side burns and such. It's kinda funny when he accidentally curls them and leaves them like that for a while. He also has a habit of playing with his baby hairs on the back of his neck.

!Katsuki who "accidentally" managed to copy your handwriting style down stroke for stroke? He doesn't really know how it happened, to be honest. He just noticed it one day during a group project after Jirou pointed it out to the two of you. You found it funny, but he found it outrageous and claimed that you had been the one to copy his handwriting.

!Katsuki who allowed you to tag along on one of Kirishima's and his study sessions. He beat the shit out of Eijirou and was gentle with you, more or less. He wouldn't hit you of course, but he certainly wasn't scared to yell. At least the first time. The look you gave him made him writhe with guilt, so he shut the fuck up out of embarrassment.

!Katsuki who heard you talking about a band you loved and decided it was his god given right to go through their whole discography and criticise it in his own time. But turns out, you have good taste, so he keeps to himself about it. "Accidentally" bought a spare ticket to their next concert and offered the spot to you. No big deal, right?

!Katsuki who did extensive searching for your socials, scrolling through his friends friends following, mutuals, and genuinely just word of mouth. When he did find your accounts, he stalked the SHIT out of them. When you requested to follow him, he freaked out and accepted straight away. He didn't follow you back until a week later, "just to be safe".

!Katsuki who unironically took one of those "Do I have a crush on my friend?" quizzes when he started to feel things towards you. 100% went down a rabbit hole on buzzfeed. He wanted to call his "crush" ANYTHING other than what it was. Mentioned it to Kirishima once and was left even ore confused than what he had originally been.

Unrelated but he just looks like he would listen to Eminem. Probably gets a good chuckle out of the whole "You gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen Z me brah?!" thing. Don't ask me to explain why I think this, it just makes sense.

!Katsuki who more often than not is watching you out of the corner of his eye. Not in an overly-creepy way, he's just "aware of his surroundings". He says that to anyone that mentions it, which is literally just his paranoia.

!Katsuki who secretly loved the fact that you hung out with him and his friends almost daily. Because then he wouldn't have to initiate hangouts and look as desperate as he really was. It gave him a plausible excuse to absorb every single opinion you uttered. It gave him an excuse to get even closer to you.

!Katsuki who freaked the FUCK out when everyone (besides the two of you) got sick and couldn't do the bi-weekly hangout everyone had played a part in organising. The group had settled on doing karaoke, so you can imagine how it went down with just the two of you there. Although, the two of you did make an amazing duet. (No one was really sick, Mina just mentioned Katsuki's behaviour and put 2 and 2 together. She also wanted to see if he would take initiative for once.)

!Katsuki who went out of his way to make changes to his hero costume that he knew you would like. Small details here and there, for both style and practicality. While it was cold he would use the neck warmer to hide the smirk that creeped onto his face when he saw you checking out his new look. He also started to make himself look nicer in general, indulging in a bit of jewellery (stud earrings, a ring or two, and a silver necklace), nicer shoes, wearing the uniform properly and such.

!Katsuki who has your number pinned in his contacts, as well as giving you your own message & ring tone sound. He has everyone but you, Kirishima, and his parents on silenced. He also has your contact saved as a nickname he assigned you without you knowing with a heart emoji. It's simple, but endearing.

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— phone calls from far away + katsuki bakugou.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — katsuki get's grumpy when he's away from you - but luckily his groomsmen know just who to call to make him feel better.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, crack? smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, slight praise!kink, pro-hero!bakugou, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2.6K.

⭑ notes — hello my lurvs! i feel like its been ages since i wrote the main man bkg so here's an old wip i found and ended up finishing so i could practise short form! twas picked by you guys! enjoy ! - m.list ✩

“i need you take this phone, drop your panties and have sex with bakugou. now.”

“kaminari— what?” 

you’d just picked up the phone, halfway through a peaceful afternoon relaxing before your own bridal shower in a few days and hadn’t been expecting a call from some of your husband’s closest friends. 

“you heard me! take the phone, take off your underwear and fuck—“ 

“please!” kirishima pleads with you next, looking like he’s about to cry. “he’s driving me insane!” 

“what’s he done now?”

“he’s grumpier than usual, threatened to skin deku alive for chewing too loud and nearly ripped the damn bolt out of my hair when i asked him to pass the salt at breakfast— please, be my saving grace here and have phone sex with your fiancé before he kills us all!” 

you smile and cock your head, picking up the kettle to finish your tea. “that just sounds like regular old katsuki,” kaminari’s bottom lip wobbles and kirishima groans in the background— it was obvious you were their last resort. a guys only holiday for your lover’s bachelor party had been their idea despite your warnings but you did miss katsuki and you were feeling pent up from being away from him. you were sure he felt the same, he was clingy and pouty, threw tantrums when he couldn’t have you. 

“we’re begging you here,” shouto cuts in as he enters the frame— ice cold drink in his hands and his face calm. though his mismatched eyes blaze with stress. “thirty minutes of your time and i’ll let you take a spin in my father’s private jet.” 

you note sero tugging on his hair in the background.

“i thought hush money wasn’t your thing, todoroki.” you’re coy with your words, watching the boys fall into a pit of despair at your boyfriend’s tantrums. 

izuku speaks next, his green eyes large and glassy.  “please.” 

in the end, you relent in amusement and send the boys off to give the phone to bakugou while you make yourself comfortable in your shared bedroom— surrounded by his lingering scent of caramel and sweet musk woven into the threads of the expensive linen sheets the blonde insisted on buying.

you can’t stop your heart from fluttering once your fiancé pops into view— he’s decked out in a lose fitting button down, open to reveal his perfectly cut washboard abs and the expanse of  his skin, slightly golden and tanned from the caribbean sun. katsuki’s luminous red eyes soften as soon as they settle their sights on you, love flickering amongst the darkened flecks that spiral within them. “hi baby, how’s your vacation going?” you sing, sinking back into the blankets and holding your phone up above so that he can get a good view of you.

“awful. these idiots wouldn’t know how to plan a trip outta this damn resort if they tried.” bakugou comments, going quiet as he waits for your laughter. he gets clingier when he’s away, finding himself souring over the fact that he can’t just roll over and bury his face in your neck every morning— instead he’s met with eijirou or stupid izuku trying to drag him out for some bachelor’s fun…when really all katsuki wants is to be with you. “miss you, wish you were here.” 

“i miss you too kats, so much.” with a voice that drips like honey, you lower your tone until it’s sultry— your siren’s song running smoothly through  bakugou’s ears. he quirks a brow at you, recognizing it as he mumbles a quiet ‘yeah?’ “mhm…wanna see how much i’ve missed you, baby?” 

“‘course i wanna see you, pretty girl…” acknowledging his hum as one of approval, you pan your camera down the expanse of your lounging body. using one hand to hike up your (katsuki’s) shirt— revealing plush thighs and a soft tummy and the stretch marks that curl around your waist and curve of your hips. the low groan bakugou lets out from over the line shoots straight down to your clit, the little nub pulsing with need as you drag your fingertips over your skin just like your fiancé would.

both of you develop a hitch in your breath when you hit the waistband of your panties— they’re nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary but katsuki finds the comfort and confidence you have in yourself incredibly sexy. you can tell by the intensity of his stare, ruby gem eyes honed in on your every movement, that he’s hungry for you— like a feral animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks. 

“how bad d’ya wanna see, katsuki?” you ask him shakily, toying with your waist band, hips wiggling as if to prompt an answer out of him. 

bakugou’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and even though the service on your call isn’t the best, you’re still able to pick up on his ragged and uneven breathing. “you’re killin’ me here, sweetness. show me.” 

“m’kay, let me get you a better view.” 

feeling the flame of desire ignite in your core— you make quick work of propping your phone up against spare pillows and spread your legs either side of the frame. he does the same. there’s a growing wet patch from where your slickness seeps into the crotch of your underwear— obvious to katsuki even from over the screen, painted in darker shades of pixels. you’re so wet that it defines the puffiness of your folds pulsing between the material and for a bit of relief, you slide the length of your middle finger between them, whimpering out your fiancé’s name. 

“that’s it, touch yourself f’me,” the blonde slurs, his eyes hooded and voice hoarse, entranced by the way you slap three fingers against your sticky and clothed cunt. “can you take your panties off too, sweetness? wanna see that pussy ‘n how she’s doin’ without me.” katsuki knows how turned on you get from him watching you, admiring you like you’re a work of art belonging to one of the finest galleries in the world— so he takes it upon himself to guide you softly, command you even when he’s thousands of miles away.

you do as your fiancé says, peeling your panties off despite how thick, clear strings of arousal glue them to your sex before you toss them into the room somewhere. a choked moan rattles around in katsuki’s throat, watching your unused, tiny hole quiver around nothing after being exposed to the cold air— he can’t help but whine next, all high pitched and desperate, wishing it was him who was circling two digits around your entrance and occasionally dipping them into your salacious sex instead of you.

that should be him stretching you out, should be him in his bed— touching up his girl and playing with her swollen clit as blood carrying lust and happy hormones rush to it. “such a…such a good fuckin’ girl for me, baby.” bakugou goads, his eyes damn near rolling back at the sound of your lewd pussy squelching around your fingers echoing around his hotel room. your hips slowly rocking against the palm of your hand so you slowly fuck them into yourself. 

his camera picks up on every detail, the way your cunt glistens with arousal and the way your thighs twitch the more you give yourself— curling your fingers against your soft velvet walls bakugou’s been dying to be inside since the night he left for this stupid fucking bachelors trip. the more he sees you stuff yourself, the more his cock twitches to life and strains against the netting on the inside of his swim shorts, the first spurts of milky precum smearing against it.

before you get too lost in the pleasure, you sit up and pull your fingers from the snugness of your selfish sex and spit onto them as if to give yourself more lube to fuck yourself deeper— taking a break to reel katsuki in.  “take your cock out f’me kats, i know you’re hard.” you say breathless, the tail end of your words tapering off into a quiet sigh while slap down on your soaked pussy for his viewing. “probably so pent up, miss your pretty cock. miss havin’ you inside me.” 

bakugou shudders at your praise, moving quickly to kick off his shorts and letting his aching cock spring free— the length of it smacking against his tummy, precum beading just above his belly button. “i miss you baby. fuck…so sensitive,” he hisses, forming a fist around his shaft, rough palms from his quirk brushing up against the pretty blue veins that wrap all the way around him. you’ll never get over how beautiful his cock is, how beautiful your fiancé is with his skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat— chest heaving rhythmically as whimpering as he touches himself to you and spits in his palm to mimick the wetness of your pussy around him.  bakugou’s cockhead, a bright shade of red, bleeds white against his knuckles while he matches the pace of his hand to your fingers sliding sloppily in and out of your fluttering hole. “rub in circles baby, don’t forget. jus’ like that… jus’ like how i do it.”

pressing a thumb into your clit and dragging the hood of it back, you squeal— seizing up and gushing all at once. “ooh, shit ‘suki!” you stutter, bucking your hips up eagerly to meet your hand— imaging your fiancé stuffing you full instead of your tiny fingers. “w-what do you miss about me, kats? t-tell me baby.” 

“miss…y-your…fuck! you’re so pretty. mm’god, baby…” it’s impossible to focus on anything but your pussy on display for him— your movements syncing up with each other, touching yourselves as if you’re fucking one another. the glisten of your nectar around your fingers only serves to turn the explosive pro hero on even more and he only hopes the view of his precum dripping down his balls and his knuckles has the same effect on you. 

“don’t be shy kats, focus.” 

“miss your skin, s’so soft. your lips on mine. my tongue in your fuckin’ mouth… fuck, your pussy wrapped around me, squeezin’ down on me just like that…” bakugou grunts out over the sound of his fist slapping wetly up and down his dick. “cant wait to get home ‘n sink into your tight little hole, fuck you like your fingers can’t.”

“i should make you wait until after the wedding day. s’what you get for leaving me.” you tease him despite your pout, saliva pooling on your tongue as you just about manage to brush at your g-spot, something katsuki wouldn’t have struggled with if he were here making a mess of you in person. you suppose fucking him over face time would have to do for now. 

“no baby, please. please don’t make me wait, ‘m gonna fuck you so good i promise.” katsuki begs and you believe him, how can you not? with his cheeks all red and face twisted in desperation… perhaps agony from not being able to grind his girth into the deepest parts of you— sufficing with his soiled fist and the memory of you instead. he’s only been away from you a week, but it feels like eternity. “if you wanted to wait until after marriage i’d have put a ring on your finger the day we first fuckin’ met.” he somehow quips, his voice falling just underneath the sound of skin on skin as he pumps himself towards orgasm— matching how you get yourself there with rapid circles on your pleasure nub and fingertips pressed against your g-spot. 

if he were there, you would have cum by now— squealing on his cock like the little princess that you are, your juices running down your inner thighs even more than they are now. the thought of you ruined like that that nearly kills the blonde. 

“are you close katsuki? don’t hold back for me.” the way you say his name and pull him back into the present has bakugou’s hips lifting from the bed in his hotel room, the course pad of his thumb swiping eagerly over his burning cockhead as he rubs his seedy arousal into his sensitive slit.  his fist around his cock mimics the way you would squeeze  down on him every time you curl your fingers in your pretty cunt. 

the pro hero shakes his head, the tips of his ears flushing red too even though it’s grainy from over the face time call. “d-don’t wanna cum without you.” 

it’s not that he doesn’t, it’s that he can’t. katsuki can’t cum unless he’s got his eyes on you, watching every detail and shift of your facial expressions when you’re close— when you’re mewling out for him and crying for his cock just like you are now… except on the other side of the world. he can’t cum unless your body tells him that you’re close too. 

“i’m there baby. let go for me.” it’s your turn to make a promise to him, throwing your head back into the pillows so you can take in bakugou’s scent— picture him rutting into you from above, droplets of sweat running down his forehead as he pounds you into oblivion. the ecstasy running through your system threatens to make the dam burst, the symphony of your moans harmonising over the call only dragging you closer and closer to your highs. “c-cum with me. please.” 

neither of you can hold back, bakugou pumping his dick until it hurts— a raw and needy cry ripping through his sticky chest as his thick load shoots up it, painting him white with his own seed and contrasting against his sun kissed skin. you’re no better, gushing so hard that you force your fingers out of you, clear streams of your juices spewing out of your cunt and soiling the sheets below. 

for a moment, the pair of you lay on call with each other, panting in unison as you come back down to earth. katsuki cleans himself up with a tissue and you lean down to grab your phone, wanting to see him better.

“i really do…fuck… made me cum so much. i really do miss you baby.” he’s the first to speak, his voice gravely from all the cursing and groaning he had been doing but his facial expression soft and satisfied.

“i know. i can’t wait for you to come home, have fun for me okay? i’ll be waiting.” you whisper to him, smitten and longing— mentally counting down the days until he’s back from his bachelors vacation. “no more tantrums. behave.” 

“m’kay sweetness,” bakugou laughs at your warning, rolling his eyes albeit fondly. “drink some water ‘n eat somethin’ good yeah? you always forget if you fall asleep right after you cum.”

“i will. you eat somethin’ too. i love you.” 

“love you more.” 

it takes a while before either of you hang up— clinging onto the few moments you have with one another before one of the boys come looking for katsuki and whisk him away. 

you manage with shaky legs to get up and pee before fixing yourself some cup ramen so you can head to bed for the night on a full stomach ( as your fiancé had wished ).  when you wake up the next day you have several happy texts from kaminari and an attachment, so you rub your eyes to clear your bleary vision to check them. 

kaminari dunce face - 13:52PM: thank you for whatever the fuck you did to kacchan tonight. 

kaminari dunce face - 13:53PM: he’s literally never been nicer.

kaminari dunce face - 13:55PM: (attachment.mp4)

downloading the video, you can’t help but grin— adding the video of katsuki drunkardly hugging deku and singing his love for you in the middle of the resort at night directly to your camera roll.

[riiriiwrites]

passive lover

ProHero!Eijirou Kirishima x Reader

synopsis - A fan gets too touchy with your prohero partner due to the lack of crowd control, much to your dismay.

a/n: reader is kinda insinuated to have some type of telekinesis quirk. (Todoroki next b/c his timeskip look is sooo amazing.) english is not my first language, please excuse grammar errors.

Kirishima’s passiveness was something that was constantly apparent in your relationship. He hated arguing and conflict between you two, but of course like every relationship, it is and in this case, was bound to happen.

Don’t get him wrong he is a very respectful, very loyal and loving partner, and an even friendlier and caring hero. With being in the top 15, he was well known throughout japan. But fame comes with fans, and within fans are hardcore fangirls who practically threw themselves at your manly, sweet, one of a kind partner. It all started when you had a day off, but Eijirou was called into work.

With the click of a button on your remote; there he was, smiling nervously, cheeks tinted and his hands hovering the figure of a girl as she clung onto his neck. Not to mention the hundreds of hands grabbing onto his biceps and whatever they could reach. Crowd control failed him. You could see the cluelessness his eyes as he looked around, he pat her back lightly, smiling at her before he gingerly removed the girl’s arms from him. His lips quipped into a tight line as he bowed and excused himself from the scene, dodging the crowd and reporters, obviously embarrassed.  

You were pissed, no, fucking furious. You knew it wasn’t his fault but god you wish he had handled that better and didn’t let it go on for so long. Though you had good control over your quirk, being a pro-hero and all, it still managed to slip sometimes. Your vases shattered, and windows began to crack. You quickly breathed-in, and out, deciding it was better to get away from any breakable objects all together. You slipped into your closet, thinking it’s better to just change and get ready for the day instead of letting something so irrelevant ruin your day. 

At around 11:50, almost two hours after the incident you’d gotten a text from your lover. The text read “I’ll be over with lunch in a few, love ya babe” and a smiley face. You smiled, getting up to make sure you were presentable still and could organize a bit. You and Eijirou were in your very, early twenties, so even though he slept at your place most of the week, you didn’t live together, yet.  

Your mind only flashed back to the image of your boyfriend in the crowd with a girl around his neck, and several others on his sides and trying to cop a feel. It boiled your blood that people had gotten so bold, so comfortable with him. But your thoughts were interrupted by a knock, to which your quickly unlocked the door and opened it, to be greeted by Kirishima’s dopey grin and him holding up a bag of food from your favorite lunch spot. 

You smiled big at him, opening your arms to cling onto him from his neck how you normally would, but you paused, much to his dismay. You were fighting the urge to be petty so bad but god was this eating you up inside. His head tilted as he dropped his hands to his sides. “What? no hug?” He said, his voice wavering as he studied your expression. He could tell you were thrown off, irritated almost. You placed your palm on his chest, patting him lightly before turning around for him to let himself into your apartment. “I think she gave you one long enough for the both of us.” You retorted, just as kirishima had closed and locked the front door, he quickly whipped his head towards you, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Babe, you watched me pull her off and walk away..right?” He replied, his voice soft and gentle as he made his way to your frame from behind. Your turned to face him, leaning against your kitchen island as his hands came up to meet your waist as he looked down at you. When you were this close, the height and size difference was very clear between you two. “Yeah but- it took you so long, and you were blushing- it just really pissed me off.” Your voice was stern as you looked away from him, avoiding eye contact as you bit your bottom lip. “You’re 100% right baby, im so sorry i let it go on for so long, ill even have a talk with my crowd control from the agency, hm?” His hum was muffled as he’d leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You found yourself leaning into the softness of his lips before leaning back to look up at him. “You’re not mad? that I’m pissed at you over something stupid?” You asked, looking into his eyes for any sparks of annoyance or anger. 

He let out a light laugh before he moved his big hands to cup your face. His calloused and scarred hands against the plush skin of your face was a feeling that was incomparably comforting. You don’t know when or why you started liking and longing for his touch this much, but boy was it making it hard to even want to be mad. “Of course not, if it bothers you then it’s not dumb.” He replied, smiling at you before quickly adding on; “Plus i think it’s adorable you don’t wanna share me” He pressed your cheeks together, making your lips pout as he quickly kissed them before releasing your face. 

You stood there a little dumbfounded, before quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss, a real kiss. Your lips against each other was gentle, but eager enough to draw a low groan from the hero. He lightly tapped your hips, signaling he needed air. When you pulled away, his cheeks were bright red and his lips were glossy. “We should continue this after my shift- but let’s eat, I’m starving.” He pouted, turning to your table and moving you with him by placing his hand on the small of your back. 

you didn’t quite register what he had said about the after work thing til 10 minutes later. 

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Mr player | BNHA x Seme Male Reader Harem

Chapter 3 Innocent Redhead

Kirishima Eijirou, first time, dirty talk, sensitivity

You awoke earlier than you expected. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it read 3 AM. You sighed, seeing as you didn't get much sleep. Turning to Shoto who was beside you, you chuckled seeing as your length was still somehow inside him. You pulled away, as he softly whimpered in his sleep. You, of course, considered waking him up with a blowjob, but you didn't feel like it for this morning. Perhaps because you rarely feel the need to continuously do someone after a rough, passionate night. You stood up from your position, taking a mental note to change your sheets as you took a hoodie from your closet and pulling it down over Todoroki's head. You ruffled his hair, placing the sheets back over his sleeping body as you entered the showers.

You rinsed off your body, and after a couple of minutes, you were done. You felt your sleepiness wear off, yet sighed as you saw that the time was merely approaching 4 AM, wherein classes start at four more hours.

You put on your uniform over a black tank top and shoved your grey sweatpants in your bag before heading out. Of course, you made sure to place an extra set of your uniform and a towel on your bed for when Todoroki wakes up.

You decided to train with your quirk since you had to improve your dependency on people's seven deadly sins. You found a spot near the woods, placing your bag down and changing into sweats, you began to activate your quirk, alternating between using your own negative emotions, and nothing.

•••

Some days, he would get up early to train, as he wanted to catch up to the people in his class. Some, he would sleep in, but this morning was one of the days he wanted to improve his use of his quirk.

He had been there for an hour, panting as his own rigorous training caught up to him. He took a sip from his water bottle, deciding to rest for a bit so he could replenish some of his energy.

A musky, honey-like scent suddenly hung on the air, a spicy hint to it as his whole body froze. He couldn't move, feeling his body heat up, his panting got louder, as blood rushed to his cheeks and more horrifyingly, down his trousers.

He couldn't think straight, even as his body stood up and began walking to a certain point in the woods. His cloudy, half-lidded eyes caught sight of a mop of (h/c) standing still, with glowing red eyes as the new person seemed to release some sort of energy.

He didn't know what was happening, and his quirk began to suddenly activate.

"Kirishima?"

Your voice seemed to snap the red-haired male out of his trance, his body hardening made it to halfway from his chest and slowly began to deactivate. "(M/n)..." He muttered under his breath, approaching the (h/c)-haired male. His eyes scanned his form, gulping at the black tank top that did nothing to hide his toned body, and his bottoms that seemed to slightly trace his crotch. Kirishima's eyes were clouded, his body shivering as you looked at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Crap. I didn't know someone else was here." You cursed, realizing you released a lot of your pheromones, thinking no one was training with you. You bit your lip as you felt arms wrap around your hips, with fingers trailing down your tank top. You looked at the lust-driven male, finding him painfully attractive despite the situation. You stopped releasing your pheromones, as he seemed to slowly register what was happening.

However, the bulge in his pants didn't disappear.

An embarrassed look morphed on his face as a pink hue crept up to his cheeks. "I-i'm sorry! I didn't know what came over me!"

'Cute' you thought, and soon, strong arms gently pinned him against a tree. "(M/n)...?" His voice was noticeably a whisper.

"It seems you have a bit of a problem. Would you like me to take care of it for you?"

Cue the red, hot, blush and the stunned silence.

"H-h-how..?" He found his voice, yet he wanted to smack his head for vocalizing a stupid question. You merely chuckled, as you held him up and support him with your body, pressing him further against the wall. Your bulge rubbed against his, and he almost moaned.

"I'll show you how."

•••

"M-mhmm... A-ah... (M/n).."

Not even ten minutes later, Kirishima was a moaning mess. He looked delectable, a different kind of lewd from your previous nights. His body was hard, his quirk becoming semi-activated, especially his bulge that seemed to poke out from his shorts, yet he was moaning from how you were grinding on him.

You checked your watch, clicking your tongue at the limited time you had, seeing as you still have to go back to class. Pushing him against the trunk of the tree, you let him raise his leg and wrap around yours, your strength lets you hold him up completely with no difficulties. You smirked, pulling down his boxers to his knees as well as yours.

His teary red eyes widened at the lewd sight of his tip rubbing against yours. He blushed red as he looked at it, unable to keep his eyes away from your long, hard, and throbbing cock. It was the first time he had ever been in such a lewd situation, he had never watched explicit videos, and being in such a position drove him to new heights.

"So innocent, hm? It's lovely that I get to take that innocence away, Kiri." You whispered huskily against his ear, his lips quivering at the words you have just said. His mind was hazy.

"C-Call me Eijirou please." He found his strength to whisper. You chuckled at this, finding it quite cute. You pressed your body against his as your tongue licked the shell of his ear.

"Well then, let's make this quick~ Wouldn't want to get caught now do we, Eijirou~?"

His soft hands caught you off-guard. Wrapping his arms around your physique, he let himself get closer to you, his rock-hard body against yours. "Please." His needy voice whimpered beside your ear, and a lustful smirk grazed your features as you slowly entered him. Your tip stretched him open, and he swore he felt the most euphoric he'd ever been, just from your tip.

Your overflowing precum lubed him up, yet your huge cock penetrating his virgin walls made him flinch as he took you in. He bit his lip. He couldn't believe his first was with you.

You smirked as you felt him tighten, seeing his cock twitch as well and leak with his own precum. "What lewd thoughts are you having? Is it because I'm taking your purity~?"

His lips quivered, his whole body feeling hot as he gulped at your words. He couldn't help but reciprocate your dirty talk. "A-ah-ahn... (M/n).. Please fuck my virgin hole~"

He couldn't believe he just said that, you couldn't either, as you had lost control of your teasing and began to pound into him without warning. You started off roughly, each thrust being fast and so hard that his body jerked upwards. You held his legs around your body, spreading his legs as you went deeper. His moans reached your ears, loud and seductive. You could hear him crying your name out.

You chuckled, leaning forwards to kiss him so you could muffle his loud moaning. Sure, the image of him being utterly fucked by you in such a risky place was hot, but you wouldn't want to be caught and be given detention. That'd be a bother.

"M-mgfhh— A-ngh–mfgh..." His strangled moaning was pretty cute, and he tasted sweet too. Sweet and innocent. You didn't picture Kirishima to be such a pure sub, but seeing him now you realized he was just the cinnamon roll you needed. Perhaps he could be the one you go to when you're in the mood to defile such an innocent virgin. Well, was, anyway.

You pulled away as a string of saliva connected both of your tongues, yet you didn't stop pounding hard into him, instead, you focused all your energy into entering him deeper, reaching his prostate and all his sensitive spots.

His mouth hung open, attractively so despite his sharp jagged teeth. You didn't notice he was already close to climax, that is until his eyes rolled back to his head, his body shivering as his cock twitched and his thick, hot semen spurted out. That was probably his first release ever, and you couldn't help but go even faster as he basked in his orgasm.

"W-wa-wait..! I-i just c-ca-a-A—AAH..!" His moan sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. You just loved how they would cry out, their voice hoarse, pleasured, and utterly ruined.

"But I haven't come yet~ Don't be so selfish and let me cum inside you, Eijirou~"

Your words made his cock throb, added to the fact that you were pounding into his sensitive, once virgin hole even as he came. He was definitely in cloud nine. Kirishima couldn't care less as his body jerked and unconsciously continued to shake lightly, his legs quivered around you as his hole began sucking you further.

"D-deeper~ A-a-ahh G-god... P-please.. I want you so deep i-inside..."

His pleads didn't go to waste, and you were quite breathless at how far you were reaching in. Your hard, throbbing tip poked at a certain spot which made his legs suddenly raise up, tears flowed down his gorgeous clouded eyes and his whole body felt almost paralyzed from the pleasure. He didn't even know he came again, even as his cum dripped down his thighs. You let out a low groan, and all he could focus on was how your thick, hot semen filled him up to the brim. He felt his walls become coated with you, all his sensitive spots, his prostate and so deep too.

You pulled out, breathless as you let him slump against you as he tried to catch his breath. You pulled up your sweatpants, biting your lip as you caressed his body. "You were so good."

He couldn't help but whimper, a natural response to your thick, husky voice. He pulled away from you, looking up as he fell to the ground, his back against the trunk and his legs wide open for the world to see. You smirked, bending down as you fished your phone out from your pocket.

Before he could comprehend, he heard the snap of a camera and a sudden flash. He blushed red, embarrassed, and a bit angry. "D-delete that! (M/n)!"

You chuckled, your camera in videotape pointed towards him. "That won't do. You just looked so hot with my cum dripping from your hole. Don't worry, I'll never show it to anyone~"

"S-stop f-filming..!"

[xmanicmushroomx]

mirrors || eijirou kirishima

tags: fem!reader x eijirou kirishima, established relationship, mental illness, fluff, comfort, mha, bnha

cw: reader has an eating disorder [anorexia], depressing thoughts, difficulty facing the mirror

your head is spinning. your stomach feels like it’s on a roasting spit, constantly turning with nausea. your body is achy all over. everything. hurts. that’s all you can think as you lay down in your room, curled up in a ball on your bed, staring at the wall.

training in your third year at ua has been nothing short of demanding, and with your recently diagnosed eating disorder, it’s been especially hard.

against your better judgement, you heave a sigh and sit up, gripping the edge of the mattress. after waiting a few moments to steady yourself, you stand up and walk to the other side of your dorm, grabbing a water bottle and taking a sip in hopes of settling the unease in your stomach.

you frown as you glance at the mirror next to your desk. capping the bottle and setting it back down, you square your shoulders and situate yourself in front of your reflection, hesitantly pulling the hem of your shirt up.

tucking the end of your shirt into the band of your sports bra, you pinch the skin of your stomach gently. you can’t help but feel disappointed when you’re able to grab enough skin that it actually gathers between your fingers.

am i not doing enough? no. that can’t be it. you’re in hero training, for fuck’s sake. your workout routine is practically religion at this point, followed to a T and then pushing yourself to do more.

am i not good enough? am i just… too fat?

the questions ricochet around your brain until tears gather in your eyes, slipping down your cheeks with silent sobs. you grip your hips, staring at your reflection with disdain. your hands move down to palm your thighs, inhaling shakily.

a knock on your door has you immediately pulling your shirt back down and wiping at your tear-streaked cheeks. “c-come in,” you call. dammit. that came out way too croaky.

your door opens slowly, and you watch your boyfriend walk in. eijirou looks over you immediately, taking in your puffy eyes, your quivering lower lip, your position in front of the mirror. it takes him mere seconds to put the scene before him together, and he frowns. “oh, baby,” he whispers, his voice empathetically pained. he crosses the room in three long strides and envelopes you in a hug.

you break down all over again, tears wetting his t-shirt, shoulders shaking, your entire body giving out as he holds you against his lithe frame.

eiji’s known about your struggles with your body image and eating since the two of you were in first year. he was at your appointment last month when you were diagnosed with anorexia. he’s been there for you every step of the way, always quick to shield you from any of your classmates’ prying questions.

he gently guides you over to your bed, sitting on the edge and pulling you into his lap. he rubs soothing circles into your back. “it’s alright,” he promises, his voice soft and sweet. “i’m here, baby. you’re going to be alright. it’s going to get better.”

you lean back on his lap, shoulders slumped, still sniffling. “but what if it doesn’t, ei?” you whine. you don’t want to argue with him, but getting ‘better’ feels unattainable. you’d compare the idea to another galaxy — visible, if you’re looking with the right lens, but light years away and impossible to reach.

“hey,” he urges you softly, “you can’t think like that. if you don’t believe it, then your body won’t, either.”

he’s been paying attention. your therapist said the same thing to you a few weeks ago. you sigh deeply, wiping at your wet cheeks. “it’s just… i don’t know. it’s hard.” your admission is quiet, your voice shaking.

eijirou smiles softly, intertwining his fingers with yours. “no one ever said it’d be easy, love. but i’ll be here for you, every step of the way. i promise.” he brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it softly.

warmth flushes your cheeks. he continues to press small kisses to your skin, trailing his lips up your arm, lifting the sleeve of your t-shirt to kiss across your shoulder and up your neck. “babe,” you giggle, gently pushing at his chest.

“nope,” he mumbles against your skin, his sharp teeth grazing your collarbone. “i’m making my girl feel better.”

a smile gently lifts the corners of your lips, and you sigh. “what would i do without you, eijirou kirishima?” you ask teasingly, tangling your fingers in his spiked hair as he continues to pepper kisses along your jaw line and the base of your throat.

“don’t know,” he chuckles. “wanna come with me to bully bakugou into whipping something up for dinner?”

your stomach grumbles painfully, and as weak as you feel, you know you need to get something in your system before you end up in recovery girl’s office again. “okay,” you relent, gripping his hand and standing up from his lap.

eijirou grins, pulling you toward the door. his hand encircles the knob before he turns back, abruptly pulling you into him by the back of your neck. his lips crash against yours, and you two stay like that for as long as you can, only stopping when you’re both gasping for breath.

“okay. now we can go,” your boyfriend declares with a smirk.

you huff as he pulls you along. “you better finish that after we eat,” you warn him, squeezing his fingers.

it’s an empty threat, and he knows that, but it still makes him laugh. “anything for you, babygirl.”

a/n: this scenario is dedicated to my little sister. she read and helped me edit this, so i owe her a huge thank you!! i love you so much, B.🩵 additionally, if anyone ever feels they need someone to talk to, I AM HERE [shamelessly typed this with all might in mind, btw].

♫ inspo while writing: smaller than this by sara kays

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snowy days !

✎ᝰ — snowy days with the mha boys !

★ — deku, kirishima, bakugo, shoto, kaminari x gn!reader

★ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings

★ — a/n: an old post that was deleted and thought it was perfect for the winter season <3

꒰ IZUKU MIDORIYA ꒱

ꔛ izuku already knew that it was gonna snow the day before. he was all too prepared with his scarf, winter costume pressed and clean, and even his uniform layered up

ꔛ deku even had your stuff prepared, after he rambled on about how you could get sick and cold if you’re not prepared

ꔛ when the sun came up that boy was wayyy more excited than finding out all might is teaching at u.a

ꔛ he called you to see if you were up and if not, he would give you more time to sleep since he didn’t wanna bother you. but if you are awake, then he’s walking to your dorm to share his thrill of seeing small fluffs of white falling down

ꔛ for the time being, you guys would draw small shapes on your dorm window, drink hot chocolate, and nap in each other’s warmth

꒰ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA ꒱

ꔛ WHEW! this boy is wayyyy too excited when he wakes up and sees snow outside his dorm. literally taking 2.5 minutes to get ready so he can grab you and enjoy the snow together. just as excited as he is, until you tell him that snow isn’t enjoyed in a shirt and shorts

ꔛ kirishima reassures you plenty of times that he will be fine but of course listens to you since it is the “manly” thing to do. now he is overdressed but at this point, you wave it off

ꔛ surprisingly, and unintentionally, you guys match in cute snow outfits and your beanies are the two of your favorite colors. kiri is wearing a f/c beanie and you with a red beanie! once you guys realize, you take pictures and kirishima is complimenting you every chance he gets

ꔛ you guys enjoy the snow with snowball fights, polaroid pictures, making snowmen, and snow angels

꒰ KATSUKI BAKUGO ꒱

ꔛ bakugo was mumbling and grumbling in his sleep when he found out that it was gonna snow. he’s really not too fond of snow due to his quirk but deals with it anyway cause you absolutely love it

ꔛ for himself, bakugo would rather stay inside and sleep all day since school is more than likely canceled for the day and training was definitely not the move for the day. but of course, he’ll go along with any plan you have for the day

ꔛ when he hears you at his door, he drags himself from his bed and opens it to see you doing your happy dance. now he can’t even say no to your invitation of s’mores and snowball fights because of your starry eyes and gleeful smile that had your cheeks poking

ꔛ not a surprise that bakugo turned the snowball fight into a competition and almost hit you too hard with one throw. he almost won if it wasn’t for someone distracting him and you getting your last hit

ꔛ he claims you cheated but bakugo knows good and well that you won, just won’t accept it. for now, snowballs thrown back and forth until a winner is declared

꒰ SHOTO TODOROKI ꒱

ꔛ shoto isn't really biased on what the weather is tbh, but he definitely leans on the winter and spring time. more so winter, ‘cause one, he can build onto his quirk, and two, the holidays + his birthday :)

ꔛ but he can’t deny that he DEF enjoys the snowy days. he enjoys the pure white flurries that race down to the ground and layer up as he walks to class or to practice. sometimes he hopes it snows too much so class he can spend the winter day with you <3

ꔛ also ‘cause of his quirk, he pretty much knows how to handle the snow and how to prepare for it. then again, he can make it snow in july if he wants to. during the summer, he’ll order hella snow coats, (sometimes for you and him if he’s feeling generous) beanies, gloves, etc.

ꔛ when he feels the breeze slightly colder than usual, he immediately text you that alert that it’s a snow day ! now, he won’t get ready until you are awake and getting ready yourself

ꔛ while you are getting ready, he is planning out the day for the two of you. he usually relies on the typical snow forts to build, a snowman, snow angels, and end the night with hot chocolate and holiday movies :)

꒰ DENKI KAMINARI ꒱

ꔛ kaminari, similarly to kirishima, is all too excited for the winter season. he may as well run in the snow with just shorts on…which he almost did (don’t ask)

ꔛ ngl, he was definitely checking the weather every single day for when it’s gonna snow. that’s his sign that the holiday season definitely started and two, it’s the white christmas that he’s been dreaming since halloween

ꔛ at first, he was quite nervous to step out cause of his quirk. who knows what could happen if electricity meets snow ? what if he creates a blackout ? well…won’t be the worst that happens but then again, shoto and momo will side eye him for cutting off the heater. now they have to create one for the entire dorm building

ꔛ but as some months pass and the snow becomes heavier, he’s careful but enjoys the fluffy ice in his hand and how the snowflakes tickle his face. his hair and face only, he’s not too fond of the snow touches his hands (again, don’t wanna mix electricity with snow)

ꔛ as he becomes more and more comfortable with the snow, he barges into your room and babbles about the pretty snow outside. he rambles on and on about how you HAVE to join him for the snowball fight that’s happening with the class. don’t trust him tho, he can get sneaky

𖥻 my first winter post on this blog ;p ! hope you guys liked it and I haven’t wrote for mha in a while actually

𖥻 lemme know if you guys want more winter hcs or even winter scenarios with mha :)

𖥻 bye babes, drink your water and I love you MWAH 💕

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 chronicles 16:10-11

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[these-written-reveries]

KiriBaku Masterlist

➼ Main Masterlist ➼ Katsuki Bakugou ➼ Eijirou Kirishima

• All UA students are aged up and are intended to be read as adults, even if not explicitly stated in each fic. UA is a college/university in my fics!

• Unless specified, all writings are character x gn!reader (gender-neutral).

• NSFW/Smut writings will be tagged (18+). Minors, please DNI.

• Have an idea for a fic you’d like me to write? Send me a request here. But first, make sure to read my Request Info!

• If you’d like to join the taglist for KiriBaku, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, or be tagged in all of my future MHA writings, let me know by sending me an ask/message, or leave a comment on this post!

*Masterlist Created: 7/28/24

*Last Updated: 7/28/24

F= fluff, A= angst, (18+)= smut/nsfw, C = crack/comedy

*All fics are KiriBaku x Reader, unless stated otherwise!*

Selfish (kiribaku ver.) (F, A)

‣ Summary: Katsuki is convinced that you and Eijirou are in love with each other, but not him. His plan to keep his feelings hidden from you both quickly begins to fall apart the moment you confront him, and his selfish urges take over.

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

Masterlist

I'm currently editing old pics between studying for the MCAT and I'm posting them here as I go.

If you have a request, I'll happily take it but it very well might take me a while to get to it! I mainly write fluff & angst. I don't write smut (b/c it never ends up how I want)

Fics & One-Shots

Teen Wolf > Sterek

The Human Bit the Werewolf?

AO3, Part 1, Part 2

Stiles's neurodivergent love language is biting. Most people frown on it but werewolves(and were-coyotes) take it a different way.

Stiles is Supernatural Crack

AO3, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

This was it. Stiles was going to die. He was going to bleed out with his friends mere feet away.

No. No, not like this. Not without a fight.

Stiles reached for his bat. He screamed in pain at the stretch or his damaged muscles. He couldn’t reach it. He hurt. It hurt so bad. His arm felt like it would rip off if he stretched anymore. he had to. He had to make it. His fingers brushed the Nemeton and he lost his breath. It was like being lit on fire. It was white hot as it burned through his body. Stiles screamed in pain. Stiles’ eyes roll into the back of his head and he fell limp.

Not today. He wouldn't die today.

~41k words

Five Times The Supernatural Ruined Stiles's Dating Life And One Time It Helped It

Read on AO3 | Tumblr

Stiles swears that the Nemeton and Supernatural things in Beacon Hills are trying to ruin his love life and it's succeeding.

~12k words

(This is a personal favorite)

The Day Stiles Snapped

Read on AO3 | Tumblr

Twenty-five years of war and supernatural annoyances makes you pretty close to the people you have left. It also means the peaceful portion of Beacon Hill's the supernatural population has rules for living peacefully. The number one rule: don't hurt the pack, their humans are crazy and will not stand for it.

~3k words

Who's in Love With the Big Bad Wolf?

Read on AO3 | Tumblr

There was something creeping around Beacon Hills but what else was new? At first, they had thought it was random. They had been finding an unusual amount of dead animals recently. There didn’t seem to be a pattern until it was too late. A particularly creepy string of “gifts” clear it up: something was after Stiles. Again.

~14k words

Spider-Man > x Reader

What Makes You So Amazing, Anyway?

AO3, How You Met Peter Parker, How You Met Spider-Man

A series of snapshots into your relationship with Peter Parker

Bullet points, Imagines & Blurbs

My Hero Academia

Angsty KiriBaku

Aro/Ace Bakugou

Coming Out (BakuDeku)

Autistic Katsuki Bakugou

Autistic Izuku Midoriya

Dating Katsuki Bakugou

Dating Denki Kaminari

Dating Eijirou Kirishima

Dating Himiko Toga

Teen Wolf

Stiles is a mix of Deadpool and Dean Winchester