#eijirou fluff

[xoxojisu]

✩ "HE HOLDS ME IN HIS BIG ARMS, DRUNK AND I AM SEEING STARS."

synopsis: you're drunk and about to trip and fall over nothing, so kirishima quite literally sweeps you off your feet.

notes: inspired by 'video games' by lana del rey!

the night’s winding down.

the music’s lower now, laughter thinning out into tired giggles and half-mumbled stories. everyone’s a little drunk, a little sleepy, walking uneven lines down the street outside the party.

you’re bundled up in his hoodie, steps slow and unsteady as you blink at the sidewalk like it’s moving.

“you okay, baby?” eijirou asks, voice warm. there’s the faintest slur to it. he's not drunk, just soft. relaxed. completely focused on you.

“mmhmm,” you hum, swaying slightly as you try to step over a curb and nearly miss it. “jus’… gravity.”

he chuckles, easy and fond. “gravity, huh?”

“it’s bein’ mean to me.”

you squint down at your own feet like they betrayed you personally, and before you can take another wobbly step, two strong arms sweep under your legs and back.

you gasp, startled, as he lifts you right off the ground.

“eiji!”

“shhh,” he grins, holding you close against his chest. “don’t worry. i’ll save you from the evil sidewalk.”

“you don't have to carry me if-”

“what, you think i mind? sweetheart, you weigh, like, nothing.” he grins wider, like he’s proud of that. “plus, now you’re right where you belong.”

you blink up at him, a little dazed. “where?”

he presses a kiss to your forehead without missing a step. “right here.”

in his arms.

warm and safe and swaying gently with each step he takes.

your fingers curl in the collar of his shirt as your head drops to his shoulder, drunk and dizzy and seeing stars in the best way possible.

he adjusts his grip, careful not to jostle you, murmuring, “got you,” his voice low against your ear.

you feel him. hear him. all around you. and god, he smells like him and the faintest trace of asahi beer.

“you’re so strong,” you mumble affectionately, voice sleepy and slurred.

he laughs, soft and sweet and so in love.

“yeah, well. gotta be. my baby likes to fall over.”

this moment is all you think of for the next few weeks.

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[kitkat13001]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

⤷ eijirou kirishima x reader

⤷ friends to lovers, kiri implied to be taller than reader, inspired the song “look after you” by the fray

compassion is second nature to eijirou kirishima. he’s always willing to lend a helping hand, no protest and no questions asked. 

he’s the ‘bro’ friend, the big-brother of the group standing over you all like a shield. they don’t call him the sturdy hero for nothing. 

he’s saved your life plenty of times, common in your line of work. but most often the things kirishima saves you from aren’t as big as falling buildings or supervillains. 

he always carries an extra hoodie for you in case you get cold. he makes sure everyone drinks water on the weekend group hikes. he always, always offers to share his snacks and insists even when you refuse. 

he texts you to make sure you got home safe, even when he’s the one who drove or walked you. 

for god’s sake, this is the man that sprinted two blocks to a corner store to buy tweezers when you got a splinter one time a few years ago. 

you wonder sometimes how a heart as big as his even fits in his broad chest. 

every other weekend bakugou insists on dragging everyone out for a hike because he can’t catch up with you all over dinner like a normal person and needs to do something active. 

today’s hike had taken longer than you’d originally thought. bakugou got a little too ambitious with his destination, and then mina and denki had wandered off the trail, and then sero twisted his ankle chasing after them. 

it’s nighttime now, and everyone’s been dropped off. you’re the last stop, sitting in the passenger seat of eijirou’s car and wondering how long you can linger without it being weird. 

you sigh after a long moment of sitting in peaceful silence with the faint radio music, finally moving to get out of the car. 

“night, kiri,” you say in the voice of someone who really doesn’t want to say goodnight. 

he moves when you move, clambering out of the drivers seat with a little smile. “i’ll walk you up.”

you stop, meeting his big crimson eyes. “it’s a ten foot walk to the door.”

“yeah.”

“you could just watch me from here, y’know?”

he shrugs, coming around to your side of the car. “‘s no big deal.”

you can feel the warmth coming off his body from when he’s standing next to you. you’re staring up at him curiously, and he blinks down at you. 

“i can see your breath,” he chuckles, taking his scarf off and wrapping it around you loosely while you stand there, stunned. his hands linger on the fabric, warm on your shoulders as he beams down at you. 

“eiji, don’t you ever get tired of looking after everyone?” you ask after a minute, walking up to the door at his side. 

kirishima hums thoughtfully, thinking on it for a second. “i mean, maybe sometimes i guess? but not really, ‘cause i look after the people i care about. so it’s not really work for me, y’know?”

“but don’t you ever want someone to look after you?” you’re at the door now, but you don’t want to go inside just yet. 

“you do,” he replies with a little smile, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you blink, stunned by the revelation.

“you always check up on me. text me good morning and good night. make sure i rest when i’ve been working too hard. carpool front seat so i don’t have to drive alone in the night.” he’s ticking them off on his fingers, an indescribable fondness in his voice. “and besides,” he adds cheerfully, “seeing you happy always has me feeling brand-new.”

you stare up at him with big, soft eyes. “kirishima, i love you.”

he laughs bashfully, scratching at his neck. “yeah, man, i love you too.”

“no, eiji, like i love you.”

he looks at you, meeting your loving gaze. his cheeks darken, and he looks almost nervous. “you…you do?”

you don’t dignify him with a spoken answer. you try to put any words you might’ve strung together into the kiss you pull him in for, clutching at his jacket to bring him down. 

he almost gasps into your mouth, but after a moment he’s cradling your face in big, careful hands like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. 

he’s grinning when you pull away, eyes like melting rubies. “i love you, too. but i think maybe you knew that already.”

dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/anitalenia — one hug from kirishima could fix all my problems. no further comments.

[megumismyhusband]

💿: talk slow- chase atlantic

the night is warm and humming, pavement still holding onto the sun, sky stretching out wide and dark above you. you and kirishima are sitting on the back steps of someone’s house, half-listening to the music bleeding from inside, the party still going but quieter now. there’s a shared popsicle between you, cherry red and melting fast, passed back and forth without thinking, sticky fingers and low laughter.

he’s leaned back on his elbows, shirt loose and damp at the collar, eyes soft when he looks at you. everything feels slow in the best way, like there’s no rush to move, no need to say anything big. your legs are touching, not on purpose but not by accident either, and his knee bumps yours every now and then like he doesn’t want you to forget he’s there.

“you think anyone’s gonna remember this morning?” he asks, voice low.

“doubt it,” you say with a smile, licking the last bit of popsicle off your fingers.

you talk about nothing. people you barely know. what you’re doing tomorrow. maybe. maybe not. he laughs at something you say and tugs at your wrist gently, thumb brushing your skin like it’s just a habit now. it doesn’t feel like fireworks. it feels like leaning into someone and knowing they won’t move. just easy. just now.

the cherry flavor lingers. the night goes on. you don’t want to leave yet. neither does he.

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[angelshimaa]

━━ 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

⤷ feat. bakugou and kirishima

pt 2.

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff/comfort, smau, them reacting to you doing badly on an exam, bkg calls you 'baby', kiri calls you 'angel', 'baby' and 'pretty'

✧ a/n :: brought to you by me reeling from my horrible physics exam 😍 send through any other smau ideas you may have!!

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

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[hxyleswritesthings]

Poly!KiriBaku Headcanons

Author's note: Just some little things on what domestic life is like with these two beefcakes. Enjoy!

- Bakugou and Kirishima are the exact opposite in the morning. More often than not, Kiri sleeps in as late as possible, but he wakes up cheery. Bakugou, on the other hand, is usually the first one up every single morning but he's liability to be around for at least the first hour he's awake.

- You are the classic grumpy morning person. As long as the guys are home, they're usually the ones to wake you up in the morning, and they both know to give you space until you've finished your first cup of coffee.

- As the first one up, Bakugou likes to shower first and make coffee for the three of you before you part ways. If he has the time, he likes to go on a quick morning run/walk and grab pastries from the bakery around the corner.

- On the rare occasion that you do wake up on time, you like to make a quick breakfast for the three of you to eat, packing them both bentos for lunch as well.

- There was one time Kiri walked in to the kitchen, following the smell of breakfast and coffee, only to find you bent over the kitchen counter, practically drooling as Bakugou relentlessly pounds into you, taking out his bad mood. Bakugou just grins at the redhead when he looks up to find him staring, not missing a beat as he reaches around to thumb at your clit until you're begging for release, thighs shaking as you gush on his cock. Bakugou's not far behind, grunting as he pulls your hips back against him to fill you up, grip hard enough to leave bruises. Kirishima just watches the whole thing over his coffee cup, pants feeling tight from where he sits at the dining table.

- You're weak now, Bakugou's arm the only thing keeping you up as he gives you both a moment to breath before he's slipping out of you and pulling his pants back up. head leaning on the table as bakugou keeps you standing, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he's slipping out of you and pulling his pants of his hero suit back up and tucking himself away. He leans down to pull your leggings up as well, silent as he scoops you up and dumps you in a chair next to Kirishima, serving you both a heaping plate of eggs.

- You're a little dazed from the events of the morning, whining as you get placed down before crawling into Kirishima's lap in need of affection.

- The three of you rarely have any serious fights, but due to his temper and your stubbornness it's not unusual for you and Bakugou to bicker. You love each other dearly, but you've been known to butt heads over the smallest things. It rarely ever gets out of hand. Most of the time one of you breaks pretty quickly and you both laugh it off and move on.

- This courtesy does not extend to game night. You and Katsuki are known for full on screaming at each other and making Eiji play referee to whatever the nights chosen game was.

- You never let Katsuki live it down when you absolutely crush him in Mario Kart.

- I hc that as he gets older, Kiri starts growing his hair out more and he looovesss to sit between your legs and let you play with and braid his hair.

- Bakugou's not big on you playing with his hair but sometimes he does let you paint his nails a solid black, claiming it looks good with his hero suit.

- With them being busy pro heros, getting everyone's schedules to align can be difficult, but you make it a goal for all three of you to sit down for dinner together at least once a week. Most of the other nights, it's usually you with either one of them, or you don't even have dinner together at all.

- Bakugou's not much of a partier, so he's usually the DD when y'all go out with your friends. He does enjoy a drink or two on the nights he's not too tired to stay up after work. When you guys host, it becomes Kirishima's personal mission to get him absolutely /trashed/.

- Bakugou becomes VERY clingy when he drinks and he opens up in a way his friends don't usually get to see. You find it quite endearing.

- Before the three of you formally announced your relationship to your group of friends, everyone could tell with how handsy he was with Kiri. Everything finally came to a head once Shoto walked in on them making out in the hallway. He came back, nervous to tell you how he had caught your boyfriend's infidelity, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter when the blonde in question came back into the room, Kiri in tow, both of their faces bright red at being caught.

- It took your friends no time to warm up to the idea, Mina jumping up with a squeal and shouting at how Denki now owed her money from a bet.

- At night, you guy switch between the two bedrooms depending on the mood. Bakugou's bed is bigger, but there's something extra cozy about how many pillows Kiri keeps.

- The three of you are just a bunch of grown up kids who love each other very much and are doing their best to navigate life together :’)

[kirishimaswife2819]

Loving Eijirou is so effortless and easy. There isn't a thing to hate or dislike about him. The prettiest shades of red fill his sparkling eyes. His hair is soft, almost like a cat that just had a bath. His hands are scarred, traumatized, used, but they are still so gentle and caring. Every touch to you or your possessions is soft, carefully thought out.

His words are sincere, beautiful, and kind. Every word he spoke to you was straight out of a romance novel, constantly complimenting his favorite things about you. His favorite features, quirks, scars, talents, whatever he could think of.

Nights with Eiji are the best. Your head laying on his t-shirt covered chest, his strong arms wrapped around you, protecting you. One of his hoodies is keeping you warm, and his legs are tangled up with yours. Soft snores left his mouth, content with whatever he was dreaming about. Eiji is warm, even in winter.

Mornings are just as good with gentle touches, softly spoken words, and retelling of dreams. Every morning, Eiji tells you he dreamt of you, and he retells the dream to you, pointing out his favorite parts and suggesting plans for the future. All this while his hands are running through your hair or caressing your cheek.

Eiji is the definition of a good boyfriend. Flowers, dates, long nights, pictures, scrapbooks, bracelets, promise rings, kisses, cuddles, everything someone could ever want. He's perfect, and he's all yours.

[eijirousbestie]

Appreciation

use of the word girl like once

i try to keep it gn but this was soooo self indulgent WHOOPS

office fluff + i need a man like him fr

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Thinking about Eijirou stopping by to visit you at your job in his free time for no particular reason at all. Everyone knows him at the front office and they smile as they let him right in. He’s been in the building before and knows his way around and takes the elevator to the third floor where your department resides.

You’re typing away at your desk, piles of papers at your side as you transfer the information onto spreadsheets. Amidst the paper chaos you see a flash of red in your peripheral vision causing your eyes to perceive who’s approaching. You look up once then do a double take, your eyes widening on their own and your lips slowly creeping into a smile.

“Hey pretty girl.” He flashes you a sweet smile, pearly whites on full display as he walks into your cubicle. His voice is hushed as to not disturb your co-workers but it makes your heart beat nonetheless.

You let out a soft and breathy “Hi” in response, your stunned face now simmering into a pleasantly surprised smile.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were on patrol?” He leans down to reach you and places a soft kiss on your cheek before standing back up to his full height. Your face tilts up to meet his loving gaze.

“Incident report day. I was filing paperwork and got done early so I thought I’d come see you.”

You swear if you smiled any harder your face would split in two. His thoughtful gesture is so admirable it makes you dizzy.

“Eiji, you really didn’t have to. I’m sure they still need you at the agency.”

He raises a brow at you before a smug smile graces his face.

“Wouldn’t leave if I wasn’t certain hun. Plus, that’s a perk of running your own agency. It’s what I’ve got employees for.” You shake your head softly, a playful laugh leaving your lips.

“Well thank you regardless for coming to see me.” You stand to give him an enveloping hug, promptly hidden by your spacious cubicle. His built arms wrap around your waist as he hugs you closer to him, making you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Anything for you.” He places a chaste kiss to your temple before loosening his grip on you, his hands now resting gently on your hips. “Hungry?”

You breathe in the heady scent of his cologne, soft wafts of cinnamon and chai warming your senses. He always smells so homey. His soft hold on you draws a relieved sigh from your lips.

“Always.” He chuckles at your reply. His fingers lightly pinching the skin of your hips through your uniform just before he pulls away.

“Good ‘cus I brought some good eats for ya.” You only just now notice the white shopping bag he’s placed on your desk away from the mess of papers. You look back up at him with a grateful expression, eyes filled with appreciation.

“You know I love you right?” You’re so drunk on gratitude it’s the first thing you think to express. He smiles just as widely at you and crosses his arms over his chest, muscles rippling.

“I dunnooo, might need to hear you say it for a little reminder.” His grin turns smug as he looks down at you, patiently waiting. You step closer to him and unfold his crossed arms, taking his hands in yours. You lock your gaze on him and admire his face. The subtle freckles from time in the sun littering his nose. His lengthy eyelashes. His plush and slightly chapped lips.

It feels like an eternity before you speak and he feels how long you’re taking. His heart pitter-patters in his chest as he takes notice of the way you’re looking at him. Like you’re trying to memorize every feature of his. He’s trying so hard not to blush. To not take your lips in holy matrimony. To not pull you out of the office and show you just how far his love for you goes. He feels like he might lose this internal battle if you don’t speak. And quickly.

“You gonna keep me waiting baby? The way you’re lookin’ at me is gonna-”

“Eijirou Kirishima. Everything you do for me is done out of the kindness of your heart and I have so much gratitude for you. I love you so much, not only for what you do, but because you’re always thinking of me. I love you and appreciate you so much.”

His body goes slack. Mouth hung open as he stares at you before it stretches into a gentle smile. With reddened cheeks he closes the gap between you both and places a loving kiss on your lips.

“I’d do it all for you hun.” And as you enjoy your lunch with him in the break room, your co-workers can’t help but to feel envious.

[delirious-donnaarchived]

Gentle Giant [Eijirou Kirishima]

an: a little hurt/comfort drabble inspired by the lovely @at-heart-artwork, I hope you don’t mind me jumping on your thoughts ^^

prompt: how Kiri hugs his s/o after coming home from a tough mission

pairing: pro hero Red Riot x female reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of minor injuries, Kiri is feeling a little overwhelmed, he just needs a hug

Masterlist

Pro hero Kirishima who breaks into the widest grin the moment he sets his vermillion eyes on you. His sharp teeth glint in the soft bedroom light as he walks to your side, dimples appearing on each cheek and the prominent lines of strain fading away.

His days are exhausting, filled with violence and the mountains of paperwork that no one really realises goes hand in hand with hero work. There are days when he prefers to be sat behind his desk, signing endless reports and filling all the necessary insurance claims, but more often than not, he’d rather be on the streets.

Tonight, Kirishima returns to your apartment still in his hero gear. He couldn’t bear to wait for a single second longer, the need to hold you close is overwhelming. He knows that he probably smells, that he is covered with grime and there is a small cut on his brow that needs tending, but he needs your intimacy more.

How he wished it had been a day spent behind his desk with the endless monotony of office life, but how profoundly glad he was that he had been on patrol. Red Riot had been needed, and this time, what he had witnessed cut deep.

He gazes at your sleeping form, mesmerised by how peaceful you look in one of his very oversized t-shirts that swamps down to past your knees. His thick, battle roughened digits are as gentle as he can manage whilst he strokes your cheek until you rouse. That first sleepy blink tugs on his heart and he scoops you from the bed.

“Eiji,” you coo into his neck.

His arms cradles you so tenderly, like you are the most precious treasure, and you can sense something isn’t quite right. Where was the bear hug that you expected every time he returned to your arms? Where was the tight squeeze that did wonders for your back?

Instead, his vivid flame red tickles your cheek as he nuzzles into your neck, his nose buried against your sleep-soaked skin, inhaling your scent. Slowly, he allows you to shift until you are wrapped around his muscular frame like a cute koala.

His muscles shift as you stroke at his sweaty skin, a soft hum floating from your throat whilst he sways with you in the hush of your shared bedroom. Arms that could break you in half tighten, but only slightly, a palm flush against your back to keep you from moving back to see his face. You don’t need to see the sadness they hold. The guilt he feels for how happy he had been when he first saw you, knowing that not everyone always returns to their family.

“Bad night, baby?”

Kiri knows better than to keep things from you, knows more than most how dangerous and unhealthy it can be to let dark emotions bottle up until they explode. He swallows past the ragged lump in his throat, grumbles a faint yes and sinks to the bed with you still fixed to him.

His less than dexterous fingers smooth over your messy hair, his other hand rubbing patterns of undefined design across your back. He loves how warm you are, how he feels your love and affection seep through his skin and pierce his heart. Breathing becomes easier, the fog of his worries lifting in the face of your acceptance. The evil little gremlins in his brain are drowned out by your soothing voice.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his sooty cheek when he finally lets you see his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that, but can we just stay like this for another minute?”

You coo to him, settling against the wall of muscle that is your man. The man whose quirk looks nothing other than intimidating, maybe even a little scary, but Kirishima is more than the sum of his parts.

“Of course baby, anything for you.”

One minute ticks into another, and you have no desire to push him when you sense the comfort you can offer from your embrace. Talking can be painful yet necessary. Affection could soften the blow, smooth away the sharp edges and that is what you did for him.

Pro hero Kirishima - your gentle giant.