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A/N: there’s no excuse for this. Outlaw Kiri is just a mean fucker, and my imagination got away from me. oops?
TW:  MDNI Biting, marking, blood, crying, cream pie, overstimulation, praise, hair pulling
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Outlaw! Kiri doesn’t mind roughing it when the gang’s moving. Doesn’t bother him one bit to have your warm body pressed up against him in his sleeping bag, just makes it easier for him to slip his cock between your thighs in the morning, not giving a single damn if he wakes the entire camp with how rough he’s fucking into you. 
But god does he love the rare occasions he’s able to rent out a room in the nearest town’s hotel. He doesn’t have any problem shoving you up against a tree, or pulling you into the grass when he wants you, but the sight of you on a soft mattress splayed out beneath him does something to him. 
It’s the same routine every time. As soon as that door is locked and closed behind you, his hands are everywhere, squeezing, pinching, tugging. And then he’s hoisting you over his shoulder so he can drop you on the bed, his cock twitching when you bounce a little from the landing, eyes wide as they look up at him. 
He’s never particularly gentle when he fucks you, unless he knows you need that, but he’s especially rough when he’s able to press your soft body into a mattress. 
Loves to flip you over so your face is buried in the comforter and he can bully his cock into your tight cunt, already drooling and dripping slick just for him. He loves to watch the way your fingers grip the sheet, your eyes squeezed shut as you whine and keen underneath him. 
He’s able to be louder than normal, the imprint of his hands glowing up at him from how hard they came down on your ass cheeks. He’s sure to send you hurtling over the edge multiple times, until all you’re able to do is whine his name, tears spilling down your pretty little cheeks. 
Sometimes it’s too much and on instinct, you attempt to crawl away from him, off his cock and further up the bed, and hes quick to grip your hips and slam you back against him, hands catching yours as they scramble back to push on his thigh. 
All the air rushes out of your lungs when his weight falls across your back, his hands easily forcing yours back by your head as he leans down to breathe in your ear, his hips slowing to fuck you deep and slow, cunt squelching around his base from how many times he’s made you cum. 
“Gonna be my good girl n’ keep those hands up here, right?” he coos breathlessly, a single finger tapping your knuckles as he peppers kisses along your sweaty neck, and it’s all you can do to shake your head, although you keep your hands right where he’s placed them. 
“T-too much, Ei, please,” you whine, and he clucks his tongue, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he speaks, rolling his hips slow so he hits that one spongy spot with drag of his cock. 
“Come on, pretty girl, I know you can give me at least one more,” he reasons, hips lips back on your skin when he speaks again. “Still want me to flood this tight little pussy with my cum, right?” 
You whine, your body begging for a break even as you find yourself nodding, the thought of him filling you too tempting to resist. You can feel him grin against your skin as his pace picks up slightly, sending a fresh wave of tears down your face. 
“That’s my good girl, always takin’ care of me,” he drawls proudly, leaning forward further to swipe his tongue along your cheek, groaning at the salty taste of your tears. “So pretty when you cry for me, honey,” he murmurs, planting his hands on either side of yours as he pulls his hips back until only the tip of his cock is nestled in your tight heat before slamming forward, his pace faster and rougher than before, spurned on by your cries and the way you fist the sheets beneath you.
“Look what you do to me, fuck,” he snarls, head dipping down to sink his teeth into your shoulder, the skin breaking under the pressure and blood coating his tongue. He doesn’t bother to clean the wound, just moves further along your neck to leave another, thin rivulets of your blood staining the white cotton beneath your trembling body. 
When he pulls off again, his fingers tangle in your hair to yank your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze while he speaks, your blood staining his lips. “Can feel you tensin’ up again, darlin’. Cum for me one last time,” he orders, mouth dipping down to slide against yours, groaning when your tongue slips against his lips, tasting your own blood. You come with a harsh sob into his mouth and he growls, hips becoming sloppy as his own high crashes over him, cock pulsing as he coats your walls. 
He releases your hair after a moment, both of you breathing heavily into each others mouths before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering praises before you slump down against the mattress, body trembling. You whimper when he pulls out, eyes squeezed shut and ready for sleep to claim you, even in your messy state, when his fingers pull apart your pussy lips, watching his cum seep out of you. It’s seconds later that you feel his breath against you and then his tongue is licking a long flat stripe along your slit, pressing against your sore clit, and you can’t help the way your hips lift to get away from his mouth. 
He chuckles, but leaves you alone, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Sorry, sweet girl, just wanted a taste of us,” he apologizes before standing and disappearing into the washroom. 
Moments later he’s back with two damp washcloths, running one over the fresh bites on you until he's content that the blood has stopped beading up on your skin. He’s gentler with the other one, swiping it between your legs to clean up his mess, careful to pay attention to the way you wince or try to move away if he's too rough. 
After that, he’s shoving the ruined blankets to the floor and crawling into bed next to you, grinning at the way you crawl over to nestle yourself into his arm, eyes already closed and breathing evening out. “You alright, sweetheart?” he hums quietly, and you nod, lips parting to puff out a sweet “Love you, Ei,” before you drift off. 
He smiles to himself, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before he lets sleep overtake him. “Love you too, sweet girl. I’ll try to go easier on you next time,” he promises. 
Except you both know that it’s a damn lie. 
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bloodywings · 1 year
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Okay but like, dragon!kirishima.
Specifically, his horns being tiny.
Imagine for me, if you will, this big burly man. Standing at atleast 6 ft, large wings, with a big tail to match. Meant to be a protector and companion to prince!bakugou.
A walking stone, with sharp shark-like teeth to match. Wide red eyes, with a welcoming smile.
With Itty bitty black horns, barely going past his hairline.
AOSDUEHE IM MELTING, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH <333333333
Kirishima and bakugou >>>>> any other character
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rosieandthethorns · 4 months
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i don't WANT to read smut right now
i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia
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curtsycream · 3 months
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Cg kiribakudeku x little reader where kiri and deku use the reader to tell bakugou when they die something wrong bc they know bakugou wont be mad at her like they Set her in the floor so she can crawl to bakugou and tugs on his pants to get his attention and is like "dada makes the Vase bwoken" and bakugou chase them everytime they do it 😂💗
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Broken Vase
BakuKiriDeku x Little!Reader
Hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request, was a cute idea to write for.
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It was an accident Midoriya wasn’t looking where he was going as he typed on his phone. It was no secret that he wasn’t the most coordinated even when he was being careful. He was simply walking down the hallway when he bumped the stand. A hiss left his lips the second his foot made contact with it.
He didn’t notice the way the vase rattled and tilted before it fell off the table. By the time he reached out for it the vase was broken on the ground. There was a puddle of water and flowers. The mess was easy to clean up but the simple fact that it was a vase Bakugou received from his mother made it special.
Panicking Midoriya picks up the vase pieces outing them on the table. In his frantic attempt to clean up the mess he passed by her play room. Inside she was happily building a house with her legs with Kirishima beside her handing her parts.
An idea came to mind one that always seemed to prevent Bakugou from going into a fit of rage. “Pardon me Eijirou, I’ll be borrowing her..” he said picking her up by the waist.
Let out a noise she wraps her arms around his neck believing he was going to play with them. But as they left the playroom and she was carried into the hallway she noticed the bag of vase parts. “Uh oh..”
“Big uh oh..which is why I need you to tell dada..I’ll give you three scoops of icecream after dinner tonight.”
That was all she needed to know before she was nodding her head eagerly. “Okay!”
Bakugou was busy in the kitchen he was focused on cleaning the stove. Until he noticed Midoriya place her down on the kitchen floor before jetting off. He stood frozen watching as she crawled up to him holding out a bag of broken vase pieces. “daddy makes the vase broke.”
His eyes darted between the bag and the smiling little in front of him. The anger he was feeling boiling under his skin but he didn’t act on it. Instead he smiled as he picked her up placing the bag on the counter. “Hey muffin, what did daddy promise you this time?”
“Three scoops!”
The enthusiasm in her voice was met with a chuckle on his end. Carrying her out of the kitchen he makes his way to the playroom. Placing her down beside Kirishima he looked around the room before spoofing a tuff of green hair in her playhouse. “Deku..” he growled out before walking over and picking up the man by the waist.
“Wait Katsuki! I didn’t mean to-”
“SHUT UP!”
Kirishima shrugged before looking at the happy little, “so what kind of house are we building?”
“Boat,” she said pointing at the Lego pieces randomly out together. Nodding his head Kirishima got to work helping her as the two ignored the pleads of Midoriya.
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doumadono · 6 months
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Sinful Sunday is here! How about a romantic and passionate wedding night with Kirishima? 😍😍😍
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Warnings: aged-up Kirishima (+25yo)
SINFUL SUNDAY
In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candlelight cast flickering shadows on the walls. A sea of rose petals adorned the large, canopied bed, and the air was heavy with the scent of lavender and vanilla. The scent of desire was even stronger. It was the wedding night, and you and Kirishima had been eagerly awaiting this moment.
The room seemed to hum with anticipation as you stood before each other, dressed in the finest garments that seemed to vanish with each delicate touch. Kirishima's intense, crimson eyes locked onto yours with an unspoken promise, and his rough, calloused hands gently cupped your face.
He brushed his lips against yours, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. "You look amazing," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. His warm breath danced across your skin, igniting a fire within you.
You couldn't help but smile, your fingers lightly tracing the chiseled contours of his chest beneath his crisp, white shirt. "And you, my love, are simply breathtaking," you replied, your heart pounding with passion.
With a deep, passionate kiss, the world around you disappeared. It was just the two of you, locked in an embrace that seemed to transcend time. Kirishima's hands slid down your body, caressing every inch with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to his usual rugged demeanor. He slowly lowered you onto the bed, the softness of the rose petals beneath you adding to the sensual atmosphere.
As your bodies entwined, the fabric of your clothes seemed to melt away. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered declaration of love seemed to build the flames of desire higher and higher. Your whispered words of affection and longing filled the room, creating a symphony of love that was both intoxicating and beautiful.
"I've never wanted anything more than I want you right now," Kirishima confessed, his voice raw and honest.
You gazed into his eyes, lost in their intensity. "I've waited for this moment for so long," you replied, your heart brimming with love. "I love you, Eijiro."
The night continued to unfold with an intensity that left you both breathless. Kirishima's fingers explored the contours of your body, igniting a trail of sensations that seemed to converge at the very core of your being. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your collarbone and making you gasp with pleasure.
The soft rustling of the bedsheets accompanied your movements as you rolled over, straddling him with a teasing smile. You could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath you as you ran your fingers through his vibrant, crimson hair. "Eijiro," you whispered, "I want to make this night unforgettable for both of us."
His eyes gleamed with desire as he watched you, and he nodded in agreement. The two of you shared a deep, lingering kiss that spoke of your love and longing. With slow, deliberate movements, you both shed the remnants of your clothing, exposing your bare bodies to each other.
The sensation of skin on skin was electrifying, and you reveled in the warmth of each other's bodies. Kirishima's hands traveled up your back, his touch igniting every nerve ending. Your lips met once more, a fiery kiss that seemed to transcend words.
The culmination of your wedding night was a slow and passionate lovemaking session that transcended mere physicality. It was a celebration of your deep connection, a union of hearts and souls.
With your bodies intimately entwined, you guided Kirishima's dick inside you, and the sensation was electric. Every movement was a testament to your love, a dance of desire and affection that seemed to blend your very essences together. Your eyes never left each other's, the intensity of your gaze reflecting the depths of your emotions. His dick soon nestlead comfortably in your pussy. "I love you," you whispered, leaning forward to steal a kiss from his parted lips.
"God, you feel so good around my cock, my love. My beautiful wife," he whispered.
His thrusts were deliberate as he bucked his hips into you, meeting all of your movements as you slowly rode his cock, each one filling you with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. The room echoed with soft sighs and whispered words of love, the rhythm of your lovemaking echoing the cadence of your hearts.
You rocked your hips back and forth, taking his hands and placing them on your boobs.
Eijiro eagerly rubbed your aroused buds, getting his upper body off the bed to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, sucking the bud in his warm mouth.
You whined quietly, his name was the only thing to leave your parted lips as you were gasping every now and then.
As you moved together, your bodies responded to each other's desires. The passion built like a crescendo in a symphony of love, rising higher and higher until it reached its peak. In that moment of pure ecstasy, your bodies and souls merged, and you felt a connection that was beyond words.
Kirishima held you close, his fingers entwined with yours as you both experienced the ultimate release. It was a shared climax that left you both breathless and spent, a physical manifestation of the love and passion that bound you together. Your slick juices covered his shaft, mixing with his seed that milked the velvety walls of your needy pussy.
"I love you," Kirishima repeated like a mantra, his voice a constant reassurance. "Don't get off me just yet, please, my love. I wanna feel your wetness for a little longer…"
"I love you too," you responded, your heart feeling as if it would burst from the intensity of your emotions, slowly laying your chest on top of his, gently rolling your hips a few more times, earning a gasp from your husband.
"God, you're driving me crazy, babygirl. My wife."
As you rolled your hips, yur mixed releases gushed out of you, even if you were still stuffed with his flaccid dick; the juices slowly streamed down his dick, covering the pool around the hilt of his penis.
The night seemed to stretch on forever, a testament to your love and desire. In the quiet moments that followed, you lay entwined, bodies glistening with sweat, and hearts filled with an unshakable bond. As the world outside the window gradually awakened, you and Kirishima knew that your wedding night was just the beginning of a lifetime of shared passion and love.
And as the first rays of dawn broke through the curtains, you and Kirishima lay tangled in each other's arms, the promises of forever etched in your hearts, and the memories of this unforgettable wedding night etched in your souls.
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summerinthecloudsx · 1 year
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Warning: minors DNI. All characters 21+, drinking, suggestive content, gross pervs, protective Kirishima
Kirishima is so…unassuming at the club. He’s so sweet and bubbly, so no one gives a second thought when you give him a short kiss before you leave his side to go dance with your friends. And he’s just watching idly while he talks to his friends at the bar, smiling whenever your eyes meet.
You’ve had quite a bit to drink at this point. It’s obvious with the carefree way you tilt your head back, royal blue lights casting an ethereal glow across your skin. Your arms are in the air while your body sways hazily with the music, eyes closed as the feeling consumes you. And the way people are staring at you doesn’t even bother Kirishima. He trusts you. Knows you’d never even entertain the idea of giving your affection to someone else.
It isn’t until he sees some asshole at the bar shoot back his whiskey with his eyes on you that he feels the first spark of anxiousness enter his bloodstream. The second strike has his adrenaline pumping, buzz long gone as he watches the man stride to your figure. And sure, you have your friends but a couple of them have gone to the bathroom leaving you with one other friend who’s just as drunk as you, neither of you paying attention to your surroundings. Certainly not observant of the perv circling you like a lion would to its prey. And it has Kirishima’s fingers curling around his amber filled glass.
“You good, man?” Denki asks, a nervous chuckle following his question as he watches his friend release the iron grip he had on his drink.
“Watch my stuff.”
His tone gives it away. He’s never short with his friends like that, especially not when he had been laughing and smiling only moments ago. But Denki’s gaze follows his friend’s figure through the crowd, and he swallows hard as he spots his destination.
The other man has already reached you, smirking at the way your hips are circling in front of him. Not for him. Not for anyone but yourself and your own happiness, but it’s obvious he’s too ignorant to understand the difference.
And just as he reaches his hand out to graze across your skin, Kirishima’s there. His large, calloused palm is on the man’s wrist before he even gets within an inch of your body, and you haven’t even registered the intrusion.
“What’s your deal, man?” The guy asks as if Kirishima has interrupted his date.
The red haired man just tilts his head to the side, a dangerous smile spreading across his features. Sharp, pointed teeth glow under the light of the dance floor, and his hand never leaves its place holding the man back.
“Go back to the bar.”
Kirishima leaves no room for discussion. It’s not a request. His harsh, crude tone demands to be followed. And when the man attempts to disobey, Kirishima tightens his hold on his wrist.
“I won’t tell you again,” he spits, stepping closer until he towers over the other. “Go. Back. To the. Bar.”
And when he releases his hold, the man turns with his head tucked low, hand rubbing at his bruised wrist. All while Kirishima grabs your hips and pulls you against him so you’re dancing together. Because he might be sweet. He might be understanding and kind and a perfect gentleman. But he doesn’t tolerate unwanted advances. And he’ll remind every person in the club if he has to.
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w0lfplague03 · 1 year
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Just thinking about your big muscly boyfriend shoving his big dick down your throat multiple times a day. Have you sputtering, choking and crying on his cock, only to be ready to do it again a few hours later.
Bokuto, kuroo, atsumu, toji, Gojo, Bakugo, kirishima, Todoroki, your fav
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trashland-llamas · 1 year
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I Think We’re Alone Now
Prompt; they fall asleep on you
Katsuki, Eijirou & Izuku x GN! Reader (separately)
Written in 2nd person
Gn reader
Katsuki
Bakugou liked when you ran your hand down his spine, lightly over every duvet. It made him feel oddly delicate. Releasing long drawn sighs as his blonde hair brushed your neck. It’s the only time he feels truly safe with the quiet. He doesn’t have to run or fight for his life. He also doesn’t have to put up face for anyone when he’s alone with you, half asleep. His little snores just as loud as you’d expect. ‘Good night Bakugou,’ maneuvering to lay your head on top of his. Wrapping your arms around his waist, closing your eyes, and placing a kiss on the crown of his head.
Eijirou
Kirishima loved to talk your ear off with anything and everything. To the butterfly that fluttered outside the window during Aizawa’s class to the dog that stole a random’s ice cream during patrol. He genuinely loved life and all that it encompassed. If there was someone he wanted to share it with, it’d be you. Always the rock to his rampant seas. Running out of steam eventually, he tiredly laid his head on your shoulder. Taking your fingers to fidget with, twisting the rings on and off. ‘T’anks for listening.’ Kissing his cheek, you got him to lay down. Kirishima resting his head on your stomach. ‘Sweet dreams my little rambler.’
Izuku
Deku could never wait for movie nights to come sooner in the week. Going to a local Redbox next to the corner store. Taking y’all’s sweet time to pick out a handful of titles. Piling up on your two’s favorite snacks, knowing it’ll turn into an all nighter. It always does. Deku at first would keep his comments to himself, thinking his mumbles weren’t that noticeable. But over time with encouragement, he’d point out all the plot holes and inconsistencies. His head laying against your lap as your cascaded your fingers through his hair. These nights a reward in and of themselves, a quick reprieve from your two’s busy schedules. ‘Oh, has the critic fallen asleep?’
‘S’comfy,’ is all he murmurs in response, placing a kiss on your knee.
‘It’s alright love, sleep well,’ turning off the tv, you rest your head against the back of the sofa.
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writersmorgue · 11 months
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BNHA characters and their Mario Kart mains
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Midoriya Izuku - Toad
"They always tell me to play Luigi, Toad is more fun."
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Bakugo Katsuki - Dry Bowser
"Fucking obviously. He's made of lava and bones, it's badass."
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Todoroki Shouto - Tanooki Mario
"I thought it was a cat."
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Kirishima Eijirou - (wet?) Bowser
"He has red hair and spikes!!! It's so manly!"
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Mina Ashido - Peach or Baby Peach
"Sero keeps telling me to play Birdo. I hate Birdo, she looks like a diseased salamander. Peach is my baby."
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Ochako Uraraka - Toadette
"I dunno... We have the same vibe I guess. Also when I tried to take Rosalina, Hagakure got really mad."
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Tsuyu Asui - Yoshi
"I'm a frog, he's a strange green alien creature. It's meant to be, kero."
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Tokoyami Fumikage - Shy Guy
"He's consumed by darkness, you can see it in his eyes."
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Kaminari Denki - Link
"I like playing the non-series characters, it pisses Bakugo off."
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Cowboy! Kiri who nearly gets banned from your city’s most popular dance club for how often he’s caught getting head in the bathroom
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zincbotted · 1 year
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bnha class 1-a randomly generated quirkswap au blurbs
(also in this au mineta is replaced by shinso)
Yuga Aoyama - Acid
He sparkles and shines, too bad he accidentally sprays acid everywhere with his grand gesturing. He just wants to be famous! Why does he have to have such a gross quirk?
Mina Ashido - Navel Laser
Her pink skin, hair, and horns were all very eye-catching, but most eye-catching of all is her ability to shoot a bright powerful laser from her bellybutton. Only for a second though or she gets massive cramps.
Tsuyu Asui- Zero Gravity
She accidentally floats herself a lot, so holds her arms out from her body to prevent this from happening. She loves the water, but swimming through the air is almost as good.
Tenya Iida - Brainwashing
Despite not having his family's prized quirk, he's resolved to prove that he can still become a hero and uphold their legacy. He makes a point to be as honest and straightforward as possible to make up for his more sinister quirk.
Ochako Ururaka - Frog
She comes from a poor mutant family that had to face a lot of discrimination. She's going to use her frog-like powers to become a successful hero that makes lots of money to support them.
Mashirao Ojiro - Explosion
He's a pretty normal teenager, and teenagers sweat a lot. Unfortunately his sweat is explosive nitroglycerin. With a lot of training, he makes it work for him.
Denki Kaminari - Creation
He can make anything if he knows its composition! Unfortunately he's... really bad at memorizing what different things are made of. Mostly he just makes useless junk.
Eijiro Kirishima - Dark Shadow
He's a friendly and manly guy! His sentient quirk, not so much. The shadow version of himself that emerges from his body in the darkness is a terrifying quirk, but if anyone can wrangle it, he can!
Koji Koda - Earphone Jack
He's a quiet gentle guy with a tough rocky exterior. He hears everything though, with his sound-boosting quirk. And he can get Real loud when he wants to be.
Rikido Sato - One For All
He grew up quirkless, and with no great ambition other than to be kind. He gave his food to a skeletal man he met on the beach one day. They became friends, and eventually, the man revealed he was truly All Might, the number one hero. He was chosen as his successor, and now he had a motivation, to do as much good as possible by becoming the next symbol of peace. Through kindness, anything is possible.
Mezo Shoji - Invisibility
He always wears a mask. Not that it covers anything up. He's tall, buff, and completely invisible.
Kyoka Jiro - Anivoice
She's a punk-rock music lover. Unfortunately, animals can understand her, and most of the time they don't agree with her style. If you need an angry swarm of any creature that might be nearby, she's your hero.
Hanta Sero - Half Cold Half Hot
He has one of the world's most powerful quirks by total luck. Too bad he just wants to chill out and have fun.
Fumikage Tokoyami - Hardening
He has an unrelated mutation giving him feathers and a beak. His quirk allows him to turn those features to steel by hardening them to an incredibly sturdy substance.
Shoto Todoroki - Tape
The pro hero Endeavor was trying to create the perfect successor. And sometimes, a kid with a perfect split of white and red hair develops a totally unique quirk through a strange mutation. He can create tape. And shoot it from his elbows.
Toru Hakagure - Dupliarms
She's a totally normal girl! With six arms. That she can grow extra body parts on. She just wishes there was a cute guy out there with a thing for weird arms.
Katsuki Bakugou - Tail
He's determined to be the greatest. He may be pretty normal aside from a powerful prehensile tail, but that thing is a constant lashing force of destruction under the force of his rage.
Izuku Midoriya - Sugar Rush
When he was a kid, eating sugar would make him absolutely bonkers. His mother cut it out of his diet, but turns out his quirk transforms sugar into the motherlode of all rushes, granting him superhuman speed and strength. Only, afterwards, his body totally gives out.
Hitoshi Shinso - Engine
He's got engines in his legs. He's a speedster but never really figured out how to use his quirk for combat, so didn't manage to make it into the hero course. He wants to prove himself though, and worked hard for this transfer.
Momo Yaoyorozu - Electrification
She is a top-level student, her intellect is her pride. Unfortunately, if she uses her quirk too much, that prized intelligence is shocked away to nothing as her IQ drops tremendously until she recovers.
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rosieandthethorns · 4 months
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HELP I CANT FIND ANY FICS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY RN
PLEASE
SAVE ME
TELL ME WHAT TO READ AND ILL READ IT
LET ME BE DELUSION WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS PLEEEEEEASE
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slayagami · 1 year
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he always loved watching you put your makeup on. maybe it was therapeutic, or just an answer to his curiosity of the makeup realm. but sitting next to you as you sat in the floor, rummaging through the small makeup bag as you looked for your products was an odd pastime he came to enjoy. he would ask questions, grabbing things out of the bag like a child and asked where it went on the face or why's there so many products that all needed different brushes. he'd watch you as he told you about his day, noticing the way your lips part when you tilt your head up to apply mascara and causing him to lose track in his words. and sometimes he would sit behind you while you sat in his lap, head resting on your shoulder. he'd smile and admire, constantly reminding you of your beauty and how your makeup enhanced all the features he loved about you. rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, plump lips. he'd especially love watching you when you turn around and kiss him, causing the tint of your lipstick to smear on his face. you always knew how to make him love you even more.
yeah. watching you put your makeup on is his favorite.
HINATA, BOKUTO, yuta, atsushi, isagi, ATSUMU, kaminari, kirishima, MIDORIYA, mitsuya, takemichi, tanjiro, ITADORI
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curtsycream · 3 months
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Chest so when im little I have a thing for chests I like to lay on it and nap on it, squeeze it and nibble on them etc
Sooooooooo
Cg kiribakudeku x little reader where shes doing the same things (that I do when a chest is near me) and cant sleep when she's not on a chest 💕
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BakuKiriDeku Blurb
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One would think Bakugou was the warmest when it to body heat. But it was actually Midoriya which is why she always sought him out during nap time. At times when she couldn’t find him she would seek out another. They have all gotten used to it due to how cute it was when she would lay on one of their chests.
Padding her way across the floor she lets out a small noise of excitement. Midoriya was well aware what that meant as he opened his arms allowing her to crawl on top of him. Her head rests on his chest as his hands rest on her back.
A laugh leaves his mouth when he feels her squeeze his pec a few times as her eyes close. It was a habit of hers when lying on one of their chests. He could explicitly remember a time when she nibbled on Kirishima’s chest.
“Feeling sleepy, baby?”
His voice caused her to open her eyes, “mmh,” she let out her face nuzzling into his chest. She enjoyed the comfort of being so close allowed her. She could hear his strong heart beat as it pounded against her ear.
Turning her head she lazily watched Bluey that was still playing on the tv from earlier. Her eyes fluttering closed again as she yawned. As she went in and out of sleep Bakugou came around placing a blanket over the sleeping pair.
Taking a seat on the other couch he smiled a bit before scrolling on his phone. “Bluey,” Kirishima whispered as he rushed towards Bakugou. The blond let out a grunt when he felt Kirishima land on top of him. Getting comfortable Bakugou ‘reluctantly’ let Kirishima lay on top of him as he watched Bluey.
Shaking his head Bakugou looked over his three partners, “dorks..” he let out affectionately.
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doumadono · 8 months
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Sinful Sunday: Can I ask for Kirishima being all needy while continuing to be denied for his release ◉⁠‿⁠◉
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SINFUL SUNDAY
It wasn't the first disappointed sigh of the evening, and you had your doubts if it would be the last. When your hips had come to a still, Eijiro's hands firmly gripped your waist as another desperate plea escaped his lips. You could sense his arousal, his throbbing cock within you, and it genuinely surprised you how well he was holding back.
"Look at you, being so obedient," you cooed with a smile, your voice hushed but laced with playful teasing. Kirishima wasn't typically known for his restraint, especially when you were riding him as you were right now. His abs tensed, and he anxiously nibbled on his lower lip as he struggled to hold back any sounds of longing, his eyes watering as he looked up, meeting your gaze. "Don't worry," you purred, beginning to sway your hips ever so slightly, back and forth, back and forth. You'd given him enough time to regain his composure, knowing he wouldn't cum immediately, but you intended to gradually build up his pleasure again. "I'll let you cum soon enough, if you're a good, obedient boy. Just allow me to savor this moment a little while longer."
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h0pela · 2 years
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[3:09AM] - Kirishima Eijiro
It's been two weeks till you hadn't seen Eijiro. He was sent on a mission and had to come home for two hours already. Yes, you were getting used to his work, it was common that he comes home late, but, never that much.
You understand his job, you really do, you also understand the fact that he loves his work as much as he loves you. It's his duty, after all, it's what he always wanted to do. Yet, you can't help being worried about him.
Walking through the living room, in order to relieve the stress inside of your body, you heard someone unlocking the door. You didn't even think twice that your feet were already walking in the direction of the door where you finally perceived Eijiro face. You sighed in relief and finally run towards him to hug him.
Caught off guard by your sudden actions, both of you fell to the ground, you were still hugging each other. "I was so worried about you" you murmured while hugging him tightly you buried your head in his neck. He hugged you back, "I'm sorry hon, the mission was longer than I expected. I didn't mean to make you worried", he said caressing your back softly.
You gently pulled him back to cup his cheeks with your hands "Don't you ever dare to do that again Eijiro", you said trying to look menacing. "You could at least call me one time, or even give me a text" you said to him as you beat softly his chest with your fists. He chuckled, grabbing your fists, "I know, I'm sorry hon, can we cuddle, please? Damn, I missed you a lot" He replied, looking softly at you with a slight smile. You sighed but you still smiled at how cute he is right now, really, who could you even stay mad at him.
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