#Kirishima Drabble

[tteokdoroki]

kirishima gets love boners from you taking care of him — the idea that you made him a lunch for his patrols or a protein shake before he left for then gym so he didn’t have to spend extra cash really gets him going.

when you do laundry for him and all his clothes end up smelling like your detergent or your bed sheets kirishima gets a little stiff between the legs ‘n tucks his nose under the collar of his shirts, closing his eyes and trying to hold back his whimpers in public.

he knows that you’re just being nice, kind to him but in the back of eijirou’s slightly twisted mind he thinks there’s some ulterior motive to it — like you want his cock dripping between his thighs whenever you do an act of service for him.

[scarlettriot]

WARNING: Body image discussion, fat phobic comments. Sexual comments mentioned.

Sorry I made Denki shitty in this one.

Minors and Ageless Blogs: Do Not Interact

“You see the new heroes that joined up for this mission?” Sero asked over a beer at the end of the shift, a smirk settling on his face as his eyes glance over to where a few of them had gathered at the bar.

There was a briefing for a massive joint mission set to take place in a few days and a few of them opted to go for drinks afterward.

“That one with the elemental quirk is pretty great.” Sero comments, his eyes finding the woman in question and wiggling his fingers in a little hello to her.

Everyone had fantastic skills perfectly suited for the task at hand. But everyone was also pretty easy on the eyes.

And Denki had an opinion on every single one of them, “Gods yes, she’s so cute and petite too.”

“I sorta think the woman with the teleportation quirk is pretty great. Her laugh was real pretty.” Kiri adds.

“Really? Her? Of everyone who joined up, you pick her!?” The energetic blonde scoffs, “her laugh is about the only thing she’s got going for her.”

Kiri was never a man to look down on someone for having a preference, the gods knew he sure did, but when that preference came with shaming others, then he had a problem.

“C’mon dude,” Sero tries smoothing it over before Kiri had a chance to say anything, “she’s exactly Red’s type. And her smile is super sweet too.”

Denki just insists on digging himself further into a hole though. “I know but come on, that’s a lot to deal with and there are WAY better options here.”

The beer can crumpled in Kiri’s hand.

“Shit— Red, he just drank too much—”

“Nah.” Bakugou cuts him off, “he deserves what’s coming to him.”

“I’m just being honest!” Denki laughs, not seeing any issue with his words, “you mean to tell me if both those women came onto you, you’d pick teleportation quirk over elemental?”

“Yup.” He isn’t in the mood for this little game but Denki seems to be the only one who isn’t picking up on that.

“Crazy man, you should—”

“Just say you can’t handle her.” Kiri says calmly.

“Excuse me?”

He leans forward and repeats, “just say you can’t handle her. Say you’re not man enough for it.” He words are nice and even as he gets a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips and he pushes himself up, “you don’t have the skills to satisfy a woman like her. Don’t have the dick? It’s alright, man.” He pats his shoulder, “some of us know how to please a woman no matter her size.”

He didn’t hear whatever Denki sputtered because he was way too busy walking up to the bar to buy that pretty woman her next drink.

[maroonswan]

Bf!Kirishima Eijioro is the purest golden retreiver boyfreind! He's extremely sociable, loves the outdoors, and can't contain himself when he gets excited.

Yet, there are drawbacks to being with such a dog coded man. Part of that freindly attitude is that he's extremely curious and gets very persistant for answers when it peaks. Therefore, whenever something new arrives, he's determined to investigate it.

So, when you moved in with him, it was like open season. His brain neurons were on fire as he pried through all of your different iteams. You'd come home to find pairs of your worn underwear soiled and spread halfhazardly about the apartment. Your leftovers picked over. The trinkets in your workspace/hobby corner always out of place.

Yet, he was the worst about your cosmetics. Precious newly purchased iteams that were nearly worth their weight in gold were cracked open by unfamiliar hands and tampered with. That 1.5oz moisturizer that you use only for under your eyes? Half gone by tomorrow. Your special shampoo and conditioner? He uses it liberally. He takes naps wearing your bonnet, and for God's sake, he'd eaten like a good chunck some your shea butter before you were able to convinced him its not food safe!

You try talking with him about it, telling him how much they cost and how each are intended for a specific purpose. And, all the while, Eijirou acts like a puppy with a tail between its legs, giving you his most remorsful look as he repeatedly apologies and promises to replace each and every one of them, which he does succeed in doing with a few extras. You'll be stocked up for months!

It's things like this that while sometimes Kiri can sometimes be a little bit ...much, he's always be your goodest boy.

[lilacgaby]

hear me out.. is he proposing or.. with kiri

HEARD LOUD N CLEAR OMG

is he proposing or did you overhear him call mina just to ask for your ring size?

is he proposing or did he drive you to the highest rated nail salon, get a pedicure done with you, and chose french tips with a gel flower on top for your hands?

is he proposing or did he also give you his black card to go dress shopping with your friends, all of them eyeing you knowingly as they helped you pick a perfect array of expensive, pure material dressed?

is he proposing or did he randomly ask you what places you want to travel to, and asked you to take time off?

is he proposing or did he rent out a giant private jet, with beds and everything for an overnight flight?

is he proposing or did he off-handedly mention that he'd went to visit your parents by himself one day, to talk to them about something important?

is he proposing or did he rent out a penthouse for the next week?

is he proposing or did he take you out on an expensive date, asking you to dress in your most favorite dress?

is he proposing or are your friends and close family being inside the restaurant just coincidence?

is he proposing or did he-- holy shit he's down on one knee.

as eijiro got down on one knee in front of you, he scratched his head and smiled softly, realizing that he got so nervous he forgot his whole speech he planned. so instead, he held out the dessert he'd ordered for you, that said 'marry me? pretty please?' in fancy cursive letters. you laughed and nodded, to which he sat the dessert on the table, and placing the ring, which had a huge red ruby in the middle of it and was surrounded by dozens of miniscule diamonds, onto your finger. you pulled him into a kiss, your first one as fiancés.

everyone came up to congratulate the two of you. you two were so happy and smiley, basking in the afterglow that was being dedicated to your one and only. <\3

this inspired me sooo much so like lmk if anyone wants ones with like shoto or izuku !!

[sierra-r-a-e]

ProHero!Kirishima w/ an overstim kink x fem!Reader

wc: 792

cw: overstimulation kink, multiple orgasms, PIV sex, male and female overstimulation, multiple rounds, use of quirks, missionary position, implied oral sex (fem-receiving), aged-up Kirishima (obviously)

MDNI under the cut

Ejiro Kirishima had always considered himself to be somewhat of a composed man, one that was able to keep himself together in just about any situation. This was one of the few exceptions to that.

Here he was inside of your warm, wet walls that was always so snug around his thick cock, as if your pussy was specifically made for him. He felt like he was about to burst any minute, but he held on, determined to make you finish one more time; despite the many orgasms he had already given you.

He just couldn't stop himself, not when you looked so pretty writhing in pleasure underneath him, hot tears streaking down your face. "One more baby, give me one more", he'd say, gently wiping your tears away with his thumb; even though that's what he said two orgasms ago. You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall over your lash line any second, your lips slightly swollen from how much he'd been making out with you.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure. "t's too much", you say, almost completely drunk off his dick. "C'mon sweet girl, you can take it", he says in your ear, his words making you tighten around him. His gentle words the complete opposite of the brutal pace at which he thrusted his cock into you.

The way he's panting and moaning around your ear was driving you closer and closer to your sweet release. "Oh fuck, I'm so close~", you moan as he tries to muffle his own sounds in your shoulder. "Cum for me, baby", he moans out. You feel him shift his weight, one of his hands sliding between your bodies to rub your clit.

All it takes is for the pad of his thumb to circle your clit twice before he has you convulsing around his cock, crying out his name in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you in waves.

The feeling of your pussy tightening around him oh-so-sweetly as you cum, completely sends him over the edge. His worn-out body desperately humps into you, filling you up with a load of his warm, sticky cum. He moans out your name as he reaches his high, letting out a few whimpers from how hard his release hit him.

You thought that he'd stop there, thinking that he's finally finished. Oh, how you were so wrong; he used his quirk to harden his cock again right after he came. Then, he began fucking into you with newfound stamina— not that he didn't already have an impressive amount to begin with.

Your pussy was still overly sensitive from your previous orgasm, and with the way he ruthlessly continued to rut into you, he not only overstimulated you, but also himself in the process. He lifted his head out of the crook of your neck, and you had never seen such a fucked-out expression on his face.

His bottom lip was between his teeth, his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull, his brows were furrowed, all with a pretty pink blush coating his cheeks. The only noises that could be heard were the incoherent moans and whimpers of each other's names and the astonishingly lewd squelching sound that came from your soaked pussy every time his pelvis met yours.

He has his eyes on where your pussy and his dick connect, a white ring forming around the base of his cock from all of your previous combined releases.

Soon enough, you began to feel a familiar sensation bubbling up in your abdomen— except this time, something was off. The tip of his dick perfectly kissed your sweet spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. "You feel so good, m' gonna cum again~!" You moan, already beginning to see stars from the overwhelming buildup of pleasure in your core.

You didn't even have time to register the weird feeling building up in your gut before your high hit you like a truck with hardly any warning, making you squirt for the first time in your life. Seeing you gush around his cock like that, it was almost too much for him to handle. "Oh, fuck", he moans, cumming unexpectedly from the sight alone.

"Holy shit, did you just squirt?" He asks breathlessly after he came down from his high. "Do you think you can do that again? I want it on my face this time", he says, getting off of you and practically manhandling you to the edge of the bed. Then, he kneels down to be face-to-face with your pussy.

That's when you realized that this is going to be a very long night.

I apologize for the rushed ending, my back was killing me 😭

Please let me know your thoughts on this, it was kinda bad bc I'm not entirely familiar with this character 🙏

Divider credits go to @ saradika-graphics

Request by my one and only best friend: @arwenisepik

[foxfracture]

honestly, what makes kirishima so charming is that he is so unabashedly sure about you.

i mean seriously, this is a guy who throws every bit of himself into everything he does. and he takes that seriously. he strives to be someone people can trust.

i feel like he’d fall fast and hard for you, and wouldn’t hesitate about letting you know unless there were seriously extenuating circumstances involved. he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to those he cares about.

this is especially true if he senses you’re insecure about yourself; he just wants to love you and help you understand how lovely you are. you totally consume him.

oh you know he LOVES to show you off too. bakugo, kaminari and sero would totally tease him for being so whipped smitten but this boy doesn’t give a single fuck

[sunarinscat]

Hi! I just read your waves one shot and I really thought it was adorable. I’ve been craving some fluff with Kirishima x Reader so If you have a time please write it! 🤗

Of course lovely, here you go..

4:26 am Eijiro Kirishima

The world thinks kiri is rough around the edges but you know he’s a big softie

When Eijiro Kirishima flashes on tv the public sees him as a rough and rugged hero. From his spiked hair to his hardened quirk he is anything but soft. You’ll watch interviews where he walks on screen all big and manly and he’s pestered with questions like:

“how do you stay so sharp?” Or “how are you so strong all the time?” “What motivates you to keep going?”

He’ll smile into the camera and give a general answer about saving people, but then his eyes will twinkle and he’ll mention that he has someone at home waiting for him who keeps him motivated.

You can’t help giggling like a school girl and kicking your feet a little. He’s reluctant to hard launch you because he doesn’t want every villain around to know who you are and use you to get to him, but if he could scream your name to the world he would.

After a long day your rough and rugged man will come home soft and dopey. He’s anything but rough to you. His words drip off his tongue like honey..

“How’s my baby’s day been? Did you miss your manly hero? All pretty in the kitchen makin dinner f’me..”

He rests his hands on your hips and rubs circles across your skin with his thumbs. He latches onto you until your ready to sit down and eat with him. He’ll coax you to tell him the details of your day before he talks about his. He nods as you speak, watching the words leave your lips. An occasional:

“Yeah? Tell me more..”

Then he’ll tell you about all the things that reminded him of you today, before he finally tells you the details of his day.

“I saw the prettiest flower. It looked just like you.. woulda brought it home but that villain got me distracted and I dropped it..”

“Eiji tell me more about the villain, how was the fight? Are you hurt much? Did he get away?”

“No it was all fine, we got him… but that reminds me of this thing I saw…”

When the food is gone and the dishes are washed he whisks you off to take a bath with him. He loves baths, especially with you. He’s got one of those bath trays and you two will relax and watch an episode of “your show” while you shampoo each other’a hair, the bubbles making Eiji’s hair look like an Oompa Loompa. He massages your back with calloused hands and you lean into his touch. You rest your head on his shoulder and trail kisses along his jaw until your fingers are prune-y and its time to drain the water.

You’ll giggle and talk as you go through your nightly routine. You brush your teeth together and he’ll look at you like your an angel. No make up? A baggy T shirt, and foam on the sides of your mouth? He’s in love. He’ll try to kiss you while your still brushing your teeth and you have to bat him away with your hands while you spit and rinse. Once your done you stand on tippy toes and wrap your arms around his neck giving him a gentle kiss.

Finally you sleepily stomp off to bed, eyes heavy. Your head is fuzzy and content as you slip under the covers with Eijiro and dim the lights. He sets an alarm while you play with his hair. He pulls your body flush against his and curls around you. You can feel his chest rise and fall.. rise and fall. You can hear his breath in your ear. You crane your neck to see his red hair (unstyled) falling softly around his face. Your hero is by no means rough or sharp to anyone but his enemies. Even then he’s probably a bit too nice to them… You fall asleep to his heartbeat, knowing your safe and sound with your softie hero Eijiro Kirishima.

[skiiyoomin]

ʚCont: none, just tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral

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a/n this is just a short little drabble i made cause Kiri has been on my mind all morning thanks to the most adorable fanart i saw 🥹

If anybody asked Kirishima what one of his favorite moments with you is, he´d say it´s the little domestic routine the both of you created.

It didn´t take much to convince him that splashing water on his face and spraying 10 kilos of Axe deodorant wasn´t an actual skincare routine. Then again, he always gives in to you and to him your word is the law. If his pretty partner said he needed a real skincare routine, then that´s what he needed, no questions asked. But...what does he even have to do? He has no clue what each product is for, what order it goes in, he´s watched you do this millions of times, why can´t he remember? is-

"Baby, sit down please"

Your honey sweet voice snapped him out of his stupor, and obediently as always, he sat down on the vanity chair. His eyes were wide open and following your every move as you grabbed the countless bottles of god knows what. Whatever nerves he felt immediately eased away when you turned to him with that giddy smile on your face he loved so much. Oh how down bad he was for you.

You placed a beauty band on his head, pushing back his red hair that you loved running your hands through, though he´s sure he loved it more than you did. His eyes fluttered close when you began applying the products, your hands patting his skin gently.

He felt the liquidy coolness of the serums, and the hydrating feeling of the lotions and creams. He lost track of time, had it been 10 minutes? 5 minutes? Well, either way, he didn´t want that moment to end. The feeling of your soft hands touching his face in the softest manners made him feel like he could drop fast asleep right then and there.

The sound of your giggle made his eyes open once more, a sweet smile tugging at his lips. "What´s so funny sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hands on your waist and instinctively pulling you close.

You giggle once more, your own hands finding purchase on his jaw and tilting his head up. He looked up at you like you were his whole world, and you couldn´t help but feel your heart swelling with adoration for him. Your body answered before your mind could even think as your head tilting down to kiss his soft lips. He was always fully convinced your lips were an addiction, because when you began to pull away, he quickly leaned up chasing after your lips. A few more pecks afterwards, you fully pulled away and smiled down at him with the softest look in your eyes.

"I just think you´re cute"

Is it normal to feel so giddy inside? Well, he doesn´t really care.

"Me? Cute? You got that wrong, you´re the cute one"

He says teasingly whilst tickling your sides. You squeal and try to pull away from his touch, but alas, all those hours at the gym weren´t for nothing. The joyous sound of your laugh made Kirishima feel like he was in heaven, a laugh errupting from his own throat.

"No! You´re cute!"

You scream out between laughs and squeals. His strong arms engulf around you and pick you up with ease, carrying you over his shoulder. He spins around until you screech. "Put me down put me down!"

He gently sets you back down on your feet and cackles at the way your air looked like it went through a tornado and the way your cheeks were flushed. He leans down to press kiss after to kiss to the soft skin of your face, murmuring in between "You gonna admit you´re cuter? Or you wanna be a sack of potatoes again"

You giggle at the ticklish feeling of his skin on yours. And as prideful as you were, you in fact did not want to be slinged around like that again. "Fine fine"

"Good" He says, pulling away and giving you some space. Wrong move, because in that small space, you quickly ran off while waving your crossed fingers around "I lied!"

It didn´t take long for him to snap out of it and quickly chase after you. Oh you were so going to pay for that.

Yup, these were definetly his favorite moments with you.

[misssmina]

Remember when you met Eijirou?

You had been attending UA University for a few months now, you’d been having tons of fun.

Maybe a little too much. You may not be in the hero course, but that does not mean you can keep slacking off!

One of your girlfriends convinced you to finally go to the campus gym together.

Good god it was MASSIVE. And not so unexpectedly, it was absolutely full of other students. It was maybe a little (very) intimidating.

The first few workouts you just kept feeling like there were eyes on you. Maybe it was just nerves, you were a little out of practice, after all.

But the next workout you were sure. You were struggling a bit to hit a new squat PR. You were wobbling a bit too much for his comfort.

Next thing you knew, some buff redhead with a goofy smile was helping you bail out. Pointy.

He was happily giving you tips and pointers on your form, routine, protein intake, seemingly anything he could think of.

“The names’ Kirishima Eijirou. I could show you my routine sometime?”

You agreed, he was cute, and you definitely wanted a little help.

Soon you guys were working out together a few times a week. Then you were eating out together every once in a while.

At some point you found yourself dyeing his dark roots his signature bright red. Him sitting between your legs, idly stroking your shins, face masks quickly hardening on your faces.

“Babe, it itchesss.” He whined, looking up at you with those pretty crimson eyes.

“We’re almost done, 10 more minutes, sweet man.”

[maroonswan]

Imagine coming home after a rough day at work to wrap your arms around Kirishima's waist. Your gracious husband being so much taller than you; you're essentially burying your face his back. You can feel the muscles move under his tee as he laughs, broad sholders bouncing.

"Babe, that tickles." He says, words muffled in your ears by the thump of his beating heart. He's so warm and homie like this, prepping dinner for you both on a week day. Veggies and meat sizzling deliciously away on the stovetop so that you'd have a hot and healthy meal without ever having lifted a finger. Really, this talented charismatic man could be doing a million other things right now, but instead, he's here thinking of you.

It just makes you want to nuzzle your face into him more and drown in the clean but musky scent of his cologne. So, you do to Eijioro's disbenefit.

"Hey! Seriourlsy," He wheezed between uncontrollable giggles "if you keep that up I'm going to burn this shit!"

A serious concern, yes. But, you didn't really much care as your fingers worked under his top, darting along along his stomache and ribs.

Let dinner be ruined, let you have to order take out, if only you were able to stay with him like this forever.

[lilacgaby]

title: i'd fight the sun for you, my love

pairing: barbarian!kirishima x borrower!reader

summary: when kirishima finds you, a tiny human(?), stealing from his things, he finds that you've stolen his heart as well.

notes: ask, secret life of arriety inspired bc that movie is so cute, yandere kinda

kirishima was sunbathing out in an open field. he had just finished a long treck through the caverns of a dragon. he was finally shutting his eyes.. when he heard a scuffling noise behind him.

he turned around to see.. a small human grabbing all his jewels? a needle keeping your hair held up, a fitted red leotard and leggings encapsulated you as you stuffed thing after thing into your small bag.

at the realization you'd been caught, you'd dropped all your splendors and ran to go back to your home, a hole in the ground.

it was too late though, the barbarian was faster and caught you easily.

he looked you over, sitting you in his palm as he examined.

"do you.. understand me?"

you nodded, feeling odd under his gaze. you were taught to fear people like him, to never let a human see you, to run as fast as you could away.

this guy was making all your red flags go off. sharp teeth? jewelry? tall? he had abs?

"what are you? some kind of elf?"

"i'm a borrower! not some elf!"

"huh? okay.. ms borrower.. why were you stealing my stuff? that's really expensive you know."

"it's what we do! and you can always get more random guy."

"that's not the point-- it's the principle."

"whatever! let me go to my home!"

"what's wrong..?"

he let you down, bending down to the grass to let you scurry to your home.

he turned around, getting ready to lay back down when he heard rushed running back. you tapped on his legs, tears in your eyes.

"[name]. and there's a- a spider. can you kill it for me? it's in my house!" you wailed, clinging to his leg.

"oh. i got you [name], im eijiro, just.. hold on."

he put you on his shoulder, looking at the small hole you called home.

he set off a bit of fire into the hole, killing the spider,

but burning all your things along with it.

".. did you just incinerate all my stuff."

he rubbed the back of his neck. "oops?"

you yelled directly into his ear, making him promise to travel with you until he got back all your stuff.. plus interest.

he agreed, and so it began.

he grew infatuated you to a strange degree, you'd catch him staring at you often, always wanting you in his arms.

you'd be safe that way, he assured you.

if anything so much as made you flinch it'd get incinerated.

it progressed as your travels did, the satchel with your stuff getting bigger and bigger.

he'd make note of all the things you'd like to eat, to do, to read, he'd fill your days with stories and happy memories.

he'd make sure you slept comfortably, foraging cotton and leaves so you'd sleep on a plush bed.

he'd never make you go hungry, adding days worth of travels onto his journey just to get you your favorites.

he'd dress you now too, grabbing flowers and snipping pieces of his fabric to decorate you.

like a little doll.

but his possessive nature grew too, it started only with bugs, but it ended with creatures. other humans too, he'd even hurt one of your own kind.

but it was all for you wasn't it? don't make him feel guilty, you're just so helpless, so small.

you couldn't leave, you needed your stuff back right? you needed him.

you realized, even though you weren't in a cage, you'd been caught.

and you could never escape the barbarian, who was now planning on taking you to his home. forever.

tag: @eyeofthetiger501

[feralfangirll]

Thinking about prohero!Kirishima an unhealthy amount lately 😫 I don’t know who I am anymore… what is this chokehold?

Anyways…

Big fat breeder balls are slapping your clit hard as he fucks his way-to-big dick into your sopping pussy from behind. You aren’t even making intelligible noises anymore. It feels too good and even though you’re in an alleyway off the main road during the quieter hours of the night, you know people can hear you. The unmistakable *shlap shalp* of his nuts on your puffy little pussy echo through the narrow passageway you two had found for a quickie during patrol.

“Quiet down, babe… gunna make the whole neighborhood think you’re being attacked or something…” Kiri pants in your ear but he loves making you loud and dumb like this. He loves that you can’t handle his size no matter how many times you take it. And loves fucking his pretty little slut in alleyways during patrol hours. Makes him feel like a manly hero.

[foxfracture]

what started as a casual, lowkey makeout sesh on the couch has quickly escalated (like either of you expected anything else) and now kirishima’s making the smallest, most pathetic noises, grunting and gasping as he grinds into your thigh. the sounds only getting more desperate when you grab and tug on his hair.. he gets so hard whenever you manhandle him lmao

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Kirishima is 100000% the boyfriend that will come up behind you and plonk his cheek on your shoulder to see what you’re doing on your phone. You don’t even jump when he does it now, just sat playing on your phone when you feel a familiar weight on your shoulder.

“Hi baby, how was your day?”

“It was so cool -you can move that yellow candy there- Bakugou and I learned so many cool things in training today,” he rambles happily, careful of his volume.

ACK HE COMES AROUND THE COUCH, CASUALLY PICKS YOU UP AND SITS YOU ON HIS LAP SO HE CAN SMUSH HIS CHEEK NEXT TO YOURS AS YOU PLAY CANDY CRUSH TOGETHER LIKE LITTLE OLD PEOPLE. OCCASIONALLY RUBS YOUR CHEEKS TOGETHER AND PRESSES SMALL KISSES TO YOUR CHEEK AND NECK.

Someone put me down, I’m not normal about him.

[seraphicloves]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

⊱✿⊰ summary: you can't sleep and kirishima helps you

⊱✿⊰ warnings: insomnia due to quirk, this is a request so this is specified towards the requester, also it is implied reader has unmedicated adhd

⊱✿⊰ notes: it should be fluffy I think. Idk man It will also be short probably.

Kirishima woke up, which was very strange. Well the strange part was that it was in fact 2 in the morning and Kirishima has never had trouble sleeping through the night before.

Even still, he decided to get out of bed and head to the common room to get a glass of water. As he got closer, he noticed the sounds of the TV on. How weird...why was anyone awake? Having a good sleep schedule is very manly.

"Hey? Anyone out here?" He called out, eyes darting around the room until they landed on his girlfriend in the middle of the room. She was curled up with blankets, her phone in one hand and eyes on the TV.

He walked towards the couch and sat behind her (she was sitting on the floor in front of the TV). "Baby, why're you awake?"

She jumped around, a gasp escaping her lips before she realized it was just Kirishima, her boyfriend.

"Oh, hey! Wanna watch some cartoons? Wait, Kiri, why are you awake?" She asked, moving from the floor to sitting beside him on the couch. He could already tell what she wanted: cuddles from her boyfriend, even if she wouldn't ask for it.

Kirishima wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, letting her rest her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, twirling the strands.

"I just woke up randomly. But you never answered why you're awake." He said, giving her a slight suspicious look, " Plus it seems like you've been awake for awhile."

She paused for awhile, not seeming like she wanted to say. Her eyes watched the floor and her hands interlocked together.

Finally she spoke, "sometimes with my powers, I take too much energy from the sun and I'm too awake to fall asleep."

He nodded and brought her to cuddle with him once more, as he thought about what to do. What was something that could help her sleep?

While he contemplated what to do, he continued to pet her hair, letting her rest her head on his chest. She could feel the soft rise and fall caused by his breathing, the gentle exhales escaping his lips.

When he looked down at her, to his surprise, she had fallen asleep. He chuckled softly, amused he no longer had to find a solution to her sleep. Then of course, per the manly thing to do, he carefully picked her up and carried her to her dorm.

She had left the door unlocked which in hindsight was not a smart decision (especially with Mineta running around) however Kirishima tucked his girlfriend into bed. He kissed her cheek and locked the door behind him.

He hoped she wouldn't have this issue again, but Kirishima knew he was more than willing to help her throughout the night, every night, if needed. He would do anything for his girlfriend.

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✩࿐TRACK 02: ONOFFONOFF. eijirou kirishima (2K)

about. by day, kirishima fights crime to keep everyone he loves safe. by night, you’re fighting to keep your relationship alive, even while everything else is crumbling to pieces.

warnings. minors, ageless and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, angst, hurt-comfort, hopeful/open ending, toxic relationships, dry humping, civillain + fem!reader, pro hero!kirishima.

things to note. happy saturday homies, i hope you enjoy this second instalment !! i adore writing angst pieces so it was nice to go back to that, enjoy mwah ! <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / playlist ✩

how could anyone ever hate eijirou kirishima. 

by day, he’s everybody’s favourite pro hero. though number five on the ranks, red riot has a comforting charm that dazzles the public. fear dissipates almost instantly whenever he was on the scene, as if there was never anything to be afraid of in the first place. he is calm while he works, caring. holding crying babies to his plush chest as he breaks through burning buildings, pulling dazed strangers out of the way of speeding cars, taking out criminals with brute force and bright banter. 

he’s wonderful with kids as well, which by extension, makes kirishima popular with the parents — often using their starry eyed little ones for a chance to get close to the bulky hero. of course, your boyfriend doesn’t realise. he doesn’t take note of the lingering touches during touching family photos with him, numbers slipped into his hero costume or how people lean against kirishima desperate for a messy signature to be scrawled across inappropriate parts of their bodies. 

eijirou is too nice to say no, to set boundaries. he’s warm and friendly — the perfect aura of sunshine. in some ways, you can understand the way the world almost revolves around him. why all the people and their planets make him the centre of the universe. after all, it’s part of the reason you ended up dating him. 

but the press adore him too, they really do. their beloved red riot is always willing to stop for interviews even when he’s busted and beaten, they love the way he leans down (all 6’5 of him) to hear the reporters better. they eat up the way he blushes and bumbles humbly whenever he’s asked about the status of his relationship. to which he answers “i wouldn’t say there’s anyone in particular that’s in the picture right now…” while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, accidentally showing off his bulging muscles and firm chest. 

how could you ever hate eijirou kirishima. 

by night, he’s supposed to be yours and only yours. but you can smell floral perfumes on his collarbones from fans that get too close and you can feel the distance grow between you like an invisible barrier.

you hate that kirishima lies about your relationship to the public just as a ‘precaution’ when it’s clearly a ploy from eijirou’s marketing team to keep him the lovable, single, himbo hero. you hate that it makes you want to push him away. 

it’s not just you and him in this partnership. it’s you, eijirou and the whole world that eagerly watches his every move — and it’s starting to make you feel like a third wheel, like less of a priority, like more of an accessory.

you don’t know when loving eijirou kirishima becomes difficult and starts to feel like a chore — in your mind, you’re under appreciated. he comes home from work, sleeps, and leaves before the sun rises without giving you an ounce of attention (aside from the money dropped into your bank account as an apology). the dates that you plan become less frequent too, or when they do happen, kirishima leaves halfway through with a lopsided sorrowful grin. 

“the world isn’t gonna save itself, yanno. someone’s got to be on the scene.”

you fill the void in your heart with your work, spending time with friends who don’t offer the same comfort as your long-term partner and lazing about the house. but being alone gives you the space to begin resenting kirishima, giving into the toxic comparisons of your relationship against that of others — todoroki and his girlfriend are getting married soon, why aren’t you and eiji?

it’s not like you haven’t brought this up before, over quiet dinners interjected with snide remarks — it only ever leads to screaming matches that end with your throat raw and kirishima slamming doors so loud that the house shakes. but brought back together by the toxic cycle of love, you end up back in his bed and he ends up back inside you — taking root in your ribcage right where your heart lies, the thorns on his roses piercing the beating muscle. 

you cough up perfumed petals like you would blood, kirishima leaving fatal wounds on the inside  of your chest cavity. 

it doesn’t stop the way you so brokenly make love, tearing one another apart and piecing you back together like patchwork. 

“careful.” your boyfriend mumbles through swollen lips as they press against your own. he lets your tongue slide into his hot mouth, your noses pressed up against each other — breath ragged. 

your hands reach for eijirou’s shirt to tear through it. each of your movements are calculated to replace what traces from others linger on him. you pull, bite and scratch at golden skin that is already littered with scars from his battles. those where he protected the country he loved, the people who loved him. “slowly…” kirishima ushers, you gently, tilting his head back when you tug on the black roots of his hair to gain access to his neck.

“d-darling, what’s the hurry?”

you love him so much that you think you might hate him even more. he’s so perfect, he doesn’t colour outside of the lines, he touches you like you’re a house made of cards even though his fingertips set your entire body on fire.

blood rushes through your ears, carrying a heat that blossoms in your lower tummy and intoxicates kirishima as you kiss him again — teeth sinking into his lower lip until it bleeds. 

“c-can we talk?” kirishima stutters out as your tongue glides under his earlobe next and your hips slot against his perfectly, grinding down into his hardening cock. “w-what’s going on? fuck,” he curses, hips bucking up instinctively. “what’s going on with you?” 

“nothing.” stop talking.

“darlin’, you’re being a little rough…” shut up.

“you usually like that.” you utter breathlessly, switching sides to leave marks on the unmarred portions of his neck. 

this time, however, the red head grips your hips a little tighter — halting your movements and pushing you back so he can get a better look at your face. “baby, let’s just—“ 

“what, kirishima?” finally, you snap — glaring at him long and hard. “what could you possibly have to say now? that you can’t fuck me tonight because you’re too busy working? cause you’re busy thinking of bending over that pretty, ditzy little reporter from work today ‘cause she’s a little more tolerable than me? what is it eijirou?” you punctuate each of his words with a jab to his muscular shoulder, though the man is sturdy enough not to feel it. 

you’ve had this fight before, dozens of times and on more occasions than you can count on both hands. eijirou either tunes out to play innocent or he snaps  back with all teeth bared and fangs on display.

“you’re being unfair.” is all he says, tone dull and lifeless just like it’s been before. it’s like he’s given up on the two of you, not that you’d blame him. there’s no more fight left in the two of you for your love, only fuelled by the anger and resentment  you feel towards  each other. 

“what next? bet you’ll think i’m being unreasonable.” 

“you are being unreasonable.”

“oh i’m sorry, is that a problem for you? am i inconveniencing you, riot?” 

“come on, what’s with the attitude?” 

“excuse me?” 

kirishima exhales shakily, letting go of your hips to pinch the bridge of his nose. his ruby eyes shoot everywhere but you, he can’t even stand to look at you when arguments like this come up. those eyes of his, they carry too much shake and guilt.  “you always get like this. when i come home and i just want to be close to you and you get all…aggressive.” he spits out harshly, like the words are poison on his tongue, like he can’t stand to see what your love has soured into. “angry like you want to hurt me when i’m trying to love you.”

you scoff, rolling your own jewelled eyes. “love me? don’t make me laugh, eijirou. you don’t know the first thing about loving anyone except for you and your job.” 

“will you at least fucking explain what i did tonight, ‘cause i’d love to know what’s got you so bitter, sweetheart?” hurt echoes in his timbre voice. you wish that you could tell him, but you flounder for words and react with rage instead — how can you tell the man you wanted forever with that you hate the hero he’s become? 

“fuck you, red!” you stand, retaliating instead of communicating your needs properly. “fuck you, mister red ‘righteous’ riot, mister eijirou ‘incapable of doing wrong’ kirishima.” 

kirishima’s face crumples but he follows suit, standing, but he doesn’t make a move to come closer. “what’s your fucking problem? what did i do?” 

“the blame is never on you, is it?” 

“well i’d like to know why it should be! if you’d just—“

“it’s like you have no sense of accountability—“

“i’m trying—“ 

“—like honestly, fuck you, eijirou.” 

“you’re not letting me talk!” the redhead damn near screams, the base in his voice shaking your house, bouncing off the walls. he sounds drained, pained and no amount of medication can fix it. you’ve blackened his heart with scorch marks and danced amongst the flames and now you’re finally seeing that it’s not just you who this relationship is crushing. 

each word you spit kirishima cuts him into the shape you want him to be, wounding him deeper than any battle scar. 

“and you’re not letting me fucking breathe!” you shout back rather than listening to logic. it’s a low blow, you’re highly aware — a reference back to the early days of your relationship when kirishima overcompensated his absence for affection. he thought you’d worked through it. you liked to throw it back in his face when you were mad. you’re stubborn, you always have been, but for some reason you want to hit kirishima where it hurts. you want to cut him up into the perfect shape, until he feels exactly how you feel. 

when he finally makes a move, you become aware of his sheer size for the first time that night. eijirou would never hurt you, he couldn’t harm a fly even if he wanted to but that doesn’t mean you’re not scared of his presence. kirishima touches every corner of the room, his anger flooding through it and pushing you under so that you’re drowning in your own mistakes and his too. 

“you’re suffocating me too,” he mumbles, voice just above a whisper and you relax into his arms. “i’m trying so hard to be the man that you want me to be. you take so much, you want even more. you want a house and you want kids and i want to give you that too but you make it so hard. when you hurt me like this.” he’s being honest, the truth scratching at his throat as the pro-hero vocalises what you’ve failed to communicate for months. you’ve been selfish and he’s been avoidant, the pair of you only hurting one another, carving cuts so deep the wounds won’t heal and the blood won’t stop pouring unless either of you do something. and fast. 

“where do we go from here?” you don’t even realise that you’re crying until your boyfriend swipes the pad of his thumb underneath your eyes, leaving no time for the salty droplet to hit your skin. 

your teary gaze is tied to his as kirishima’s ruby eyes glisten under the moonlight. “i don’t know.” he hesitates. “i don’t want you to leave me. you need me.”

you whimper and curl up against his chest. “i don’t want that either.” 

kirishima wraps his arms around you like a safety blanket, shielding you from the ugly truth of your own relationship. it’s always on and off with the two of you, but this time you’re determined to make it work — you hope that he is too. 

“we have to work on this, on us.” he says firmly, but he squeezes you close as if you might disappear — holds you as if you’re a flower that might wilt if it’s touched. “none of this on and off, we…we gotta talk to each other from now on. yeah?” 

“yeah,” for the first time in months, you sink into kirishima’s touch — accept his rough edges and hardened shell, and turn your pain into a promise. “we will.” 

a promise to keep dancing together like it’s the first time even when the world around yourself and eijirou kirishima is burning.

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