Cut Out For Greed

⋆˚࿔ boyfriend tag

you’re a popular youtuber asking your boyfriend to participate in a new ‘boyfriend tag makeup’ trend.

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used and some feminine compliments with kiri

authors note: i need some youtuber suggestions guys pls

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪ control. ft ; sero hanta

one ; sex is sex, and sero hanta has been through a hard week, you just so happen to be his saviour one random night. mdni. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!PARTYNEXTDOOR P4 ft ; mha boys

sero had one mission, just get his dick squeezed and leave. the man was sexually frustrated he couldn’t care for any small talk, he needed someone who needed to be fucked just as bad as he did. for some odd reason, you stood out to him. the backless cocktail dress, gleamed underneath the poorly installed ceiling lights, tattoos from your neck that drove down to your ankle, soft glimmering eyeshadow accompanied with bold cappuccino lips. for some reason, you screamed sex. sex with no strings attached. 

sero felt himself gliding towards you before he could even register moving. swiftly and smoothly, taking a seat on the barstool next to you, your lips still intact with the glass of martini, as you watched him without turning your head. 

placing your glass down, your freshly manicured nails tapped the marble surface. “i don’t need you buying me drinks, if that’s what you’re here for”  sero chuckled, as his tongue fiddled with his lip piercing, “aren’t you a cheeky one” taking in sero’s features, you took his wildly styled mullet into account, along with the white button-up that complimented his build, his face adorned with silver, just along his right eyebrow, the lip piercing he was currently playing with and earrings flooded everywhere they possibly could on both his ears. 

well fuck. 

“no strings attached.” you repeated, as sero walked you through his apartment. he chuckled as you looked at him, wondering if he was serious about this “told ya cutie, js’ need my dick relieved” 

you turned around, placing your hands on his chest, “i’m all yours then.” 

slipping the soft withery satin material off your glittery fragranced skin, sero nipped at your shoulder as your hands entangled into his messy hair, “let me be in control” he muttered inbetween nips, admiring the considerately placed marks, the same ones that would stare right back at you the next morning, reminiscing on the night before. sero placed you onto his plush duvet, carefully as if you were a glass rose, admiring the site infront him, fiddling hurriedly with his jeans, eager to get them off as he positioned himself infront of you, your hands splayed over your head, as you watched him impatiently rutting your hips. “look at you,” he cooed, “so eager for me hm?” 

he gently aligns his tip with your entrance, so slowly pushing in as you grab onto his bicep to steady yourself, holding your breath as you feel him slowly stretch you out, feeling a sudden pop causing a gasp to escape your lips. your legs hugged his waist, as he buried himself inside, you whined painfully, “atta girlll…i gotchu baby”  he reassured you as he caressed your chin. 

sero spoke to you as if he hadn’t met you in a bar and brought you into his home, just to fuck. sero reassured you and fucked you like he’s been doing it for years. 

placing gentle kisses along your collarbone, making sure to look up at you through his hazy eyes as he continues his movement. 

“mmm, yr’ so tight..”, he mutters beneath a groan,, building up his thrusts more rough, the pleasure so intense and unfamiliar as you whimper against his lips once he dips down to place a chaste kiss against yours.

you grabbed onto his bicep harder, as your legs tightened around his waist, alarming sero. 

“hm? what is it, pretty?”, he hums against your neck, his thrusts the perfect level of rough for you as he uses two of his long fingers to rub circles around your clit.

you gasp at the secondary pleasure from sero’s fingers, “feels too good.”, you manage to get out between broken breaths.

“no strings attached cariño”, he teases as you feel the gradual buildup of pleasure knotting in your stomach, your legs tensing up as you let out a string of soft moans.

“fuck, you gonna come? so fast?”, he lets out a breathy chuckle, speeding up his pace on your clit while his thrusts grow lazier and rougher.

you nod mindlessly, “i- i think so..”

“don’t think i’m far off either..”, he states, his voice growing hoarse as he feels his own buildup, letting out soft groans as he continues rutting into you.

once he starts feeling your pussy clench around his cock as your orgasm takes over, he’s absolutely done for, holding out for any second he could before pulling out quickly, pumping his cock over you as his cum sprays over your abdomen, his sweet moans echoing the walls of your room, as you came undone. 

you placed a kiss on his soft lips, as you tilted your head at him, teasing him “that look doesn’t really give no strings attached sex” 

“yeah? what are you gonna do about it?” 

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@qyuin

#my girls

i’ve been saying “what the helly” sm in the past two days it’s becoming a problem

this could be us😉

absolutely miss riuoz or should i call u… miss rizz…

fits!!!!

this is how i feel all the time every morning

heyy i love your smaus 🩷🩷 and i wanted to request one where the reader texts the guys that they have an emergency but they only want them to like kill a spider and maybe like the aftermath of that 😭 (i ask you include hitoshi but other then that’s its up to you) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

⋆˚࿔ sticky situation

— includes: midoriya, kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader but denki says “mama”, can be platonic or romantic!

authors note: thankkk u for the request anon! denki, eiji, and hanta are scared of spiders canon!!!

caught in the middle // sero hanta

when the only thing keeping you two apart is bro-code

a/n: birthday request from @sillykoalawasteland <3 happy birthdaayyyyyy i hope this was fun for youuuu

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mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis @haruhi269 @starliightfiend

⋆˚࿔ tricks and tension

hanta 'doesn’t know' how to ghost, so you teach him.

contains: gn!reader, weed and smoking mentioned, mutual pining, 0.9k words

authors note: hiiiii so this definitely isn’t me projecting at all thank u

you lean your head against mina’s car window, the right side of your face already beginning to go cold. denki is yelling over the music and the sound of the wind slipping through the window is tickling your ear. streetlights flash over the car as mina speeds through the streets. you’re sitting in the backseat with hanta, enjoying this short moment with your friends before the event.

“pregame?” denki’s leaned back against his seat, joint between his fingers pointing in your direction. you have no idea why mina agreed to let him sit in the front seat.

“you definitely don’t need it.” you joke as you take the joint from his fingers. denki rolls his eyes.

you lean back and examine the blunt in your hands before taking a hit. you take a deep breath as a familiar burn washes over your lungs. your eyes fall close as you blow the smoke out, a smile forming on your lips.

“pass me the aux!” you hear denki say to hanta, the blonde boy's hand reaching for his friend's phone.

“settle down, sparky! before you get demoted and i make you sit back there with hanta and y/n.” mina swung her arm, that wasn’t on the wheel, around to get the electric boy's attention.

denki let out a short huff in defeat and hanta laughed. the raven-haired boy had been quiet for most of the ride. his chill demeanor is something you’ve always admired.

you decide to butt into the conversation before things got too serious, “you should give denki your phone before he pops a fuse.” you joke, glancing up at hanta.

he catches your eye, his lips cracking into a grin. your head spins as you watch him pass his phone to denki. when he settles back, his eyes are still on you.

you give him a playful grin and try to divert your mind from the look he’s giving you, “excited?” you ask.

hanta shrugs, the expression on his face tells you all you need to know. “fuck yeah, we deserve this.” he lets out an airy laugh as he threads his hands through his hair.

you take another puff, ghosting the smoke before replying. “if i get two free drinks tonight then i’ll be satisfied.” you say, mostly joking.

the expression on hantas face is unreadable for a moment. he shuffles in his seat and clears his throat, “i bet you’ll get more,” he quickly says before adding. “how’d you that thing?”

your brows furrow, “what thing?”

“with the smoke.” he replies.

your lips falter into a goofy smile, “a ghost, hanta?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice. “you want to know how i just ghosted?”

hanta’s cheeks burn. he pressed his lips together as he turned his gaze towards the window. “i never learned how..” his voice is carefully low.

“seriously?” you consider hantas words for a moment, wondering if he’s lying. but can’t find a reason that hanta would lie about something so insignificant, so you push forward.

your mouth opens, “well.. want me to teach you how..?” the question doesn’t come off as confident as you want it to. how were you supposed to teach him how to do this trick?

under the dim car roof, hantas face lights up. “that’d be cool.” he assures.

you nod and place your hand on the seat between the both of you to ground yourself. “here.” you say, your voice light. the weed was definitely quick to take effect, but you were confident you’d teach hanta before you were completely out of it.

he took the joint from your hands, his eyes on yours.

“okay, after you suck in the smoke you're gonna push it to the front of your mouth,” you pointed to your lips, “then open your mouth, very slightly,” hanta nods along as you speak. “push the smoke out of your mouth and at the same time you have to breathe in through your nose, so the smoke goes there. got it?”

hanta eagerly nods, “push out, breath in. sounds easy!”

“alright then give it a try.” you motion towards the joint.

hanta didn’t wait, immediately taking a long hit. you watch his chest expand as he soaks in the weed and wondered if you were paying too close attention to him. when hanta opens his mouth and a cloud of smoke floats out and disappears into the air around him.

“close,” you lean forward, your body weight on your hand below of you. you bring your other hand up to his cheek. “shape your mouth more like this…” you squeeze his lips together. “now try again.” you remove your hands from his face. but it’s clear that you're resting closer now than you were before.

hantas eyes comfortably drape across your body before he does another speechless nod. “like this?” he brings the joint to his lips. you see the end of it glow a fiery red as he inhales the weed. his glossy lips fall open as he takes a deep breath in, the smoke climbing up into his nose.

a proud smile cracks on your face, “perfect! looks like you're becoming a pro already.” you grin as you lean your head back down against the car seat, still facing the hanta.

“thanks y/n.” his smile is wide and his voice as a certain crisp to it that scratches your brain. you could tell he was already a little buzzed too.

“did you really need help, or was this an excuse to get closer to me?” you can feel warmth radiating off your whole body when you ask. your tone is playfully and your gaze glistens against the moonlight.

hanta tilts his head down towards you, his eyes full of fire, “guess i just needed the right motivation.” his voice is hushed, words spoken like a secret shared in the dark.