Hey People!

Hey people!

My real name is irrelevant, but my online persona is Lilith. She/they/I honestly don't care.

I'm new, young and English is not my mother tongue. BUT I like smut and cute fluff!

I write occasionally but don't expect anything major. Mostly drabbles and horny shower thoughts.

I really am not much of a weeb. But I have watched mha/bnha.

Anyway, enjoy my bullshit ❤️✨

(also, please don't interact if you're under 18. I can't keep you from reading, but if you interact I will have to block you.)

Love y'all ❤️✨

- sincerely Lilith 🙈

(lmk if you'd like me to make a tag list or you wanna be mutuals ❤️)

Boxer!kirishima x F!Reader

Just a quick drabble because I'm bored:)

I know it's bad and sloppy but y'know. It happens

18+

Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, fingering, slight teasing,

Boxer!kirishima who has been boxing professionally with you for years, and has developed a crush on you

Boxer!Kirishima who loves boxing with you, but hates when he accidentally hurts you, and apologizes a million times if he hits you too hard

Boxer!Kirishima who gets a boner every time he sees you wipe your sweat with a towel after training, and jerks off in the shower after you've left

Boxer!Kirishima who always leaves the gym ten minutes after you, and comes out of the locker room a stuttering mess.

Boxer!Kirishima that -despite being madly in love with you and jerking off to pictures of you- always respects you and defends you against cat callers on the streets.

Boxer!Kirishima who a few days ago asked you for a simple favor, but it turned into a lot more.

Boxer!Kirishima who asked "hey can you help me with my gloves? My hands are a bit rough today... heh" he awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of his neck "sure Kiri!" You chuckle and walk over to him.

Boxer!Kirishima whose hands are big and rough because of his quirk. "Need some moisturizer?" You ask as you try to put on his gloves for him. "Uh.. n-no.. no need..." he chuckles nervously. The tent in his pants, ever growing as he looks at you in your sports bra and shorts. You notice the growing erection and smirk. "Excited?" You chuckle and he looks away.

Boxer!Kirishima that gulps and nods, looking back to you.

Boxer!Kirishima who, just moments later has you bent over a bench in the locker room, pumping in and out of your wet cunt

Boxer!Kirishima who, a few months later moved in with you and later proposed to you. After you say yes, you're both laying on the couch, his head between your thighs, two fingers inside of you as his tongue flicks over your clit, bringing you to orgasm multiple times before finally unzipping his pants and pumping his fat cock in and out of your dripping cunt.

Hope you enjoyed it. I know it seems unfinished but I kinda lost motivation and rushed in the end. Heh... anyway if you want more like this, feel free to tell me<3

dabi, tired of hawks shit: can you just go home already?

hawks: nah, i’m good

dabi: ...

dabi: OH MY GOD IS THAT HAWKS??!?!!!

hawks: bitch, you did not just- *gets kidnapped by a wild crowd of people*

art by @htwings

bodyguard or bestfriend! katsuki who practically lives in your personal space, he's only "looking out for you" and "making sure you're okay" he definitely isn't dependent on feeling your warmth against him, he definitely doesn't get antsy when you're not near him, not at all

Second time writing this, tumblr ate it the first time 🥴 but no because I bet he leaves his shit there and then forgets.i have so many thoughts on this

Katsuki has practically raided every square inch of his apartment. He’s checked every basket, drawer, nook and cranny of the place— and he’s found four pair of boxers. Total.

There’s no way.

A frustrated groan leaves his lips when he notices missing sweatpants. His face twists into a scowl while he shoves the last of his dirty laundry into the washing machine. He snatches the detergent and tosses it in, pressing the button and turning on his heel.

He storms out of his apartment and shoves his keys into the door, locking it. And you know something’s off the moment he arrives. He huffs and puffs like he’s going to blow your house down. All the while, you sit perched on the couch with a basket of laundry and a no-brain-needed show on.

“I’m goin’ fucking insane.” Katsuki grits, carmine eyes peering into your ceiling.

You hum and toss a pair of panties into a nearby basket. A sigh leaves him as his chest sinks beneath the black tank top.

“You always are— but why now?” You raise a brow at his glare, resisting a snicker.

Your fingers lay purchase on a pair of his sweats. Effortlessly, you begin to fold and separate the rest of the laundry. Another pair of his sweats are in your hands as you pause to look at him.

“Searched the damn place top to bottom,” a sigh “- can’t find my shit. Got four pair of boxers. I’m losing it.” He grunts with an exasperated groan.

Katsuki peels his gaze from the ceiling to meet your own. You begin to chortle and snort.

The pair of sweatpants in your hands meet his face with a dull thud. Without thinking, katsuki yanks the offending fabric away and growls.

“Oí, asswipe-“ The second pair meets his face before he can finish and it takes all of three seconds for it to register.

“.. why d’you got my shit?” He takes a deep breath, just like his therapist told him to, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“You always leave your shit here— I’ve got an entire drawer. You’ve even got a toothbrush and face razor in my bathroom.” You challenge, holding up a pair of boxers you’ve just found in the basket.

Katsuki blinks. He has been over a lot. But it’s only because you can’t take care of yourself— you’d die! The blonde runs through memories of cup ramen and expired snacks in your fridge and pantry. His eyes roll.

“Well, I need my shit, brat.” He chooses to say instead.

You glance at the TV to see two of the girls arguing over what food to have at a party. Typical, there’s always that one bitch who wants fruit at a candy land themed party.

“Go for it, it’ll end up back here anyways-“ you chortle and toss a pair of clean boxers his way “-you’re over five days a week.”

Ruby orbs narrow, brows furrowing as he takes playful offense to your statement. A grin plasters across his face and he leans in.

“Wouldn’t have to if a certain shithead could take care of herself, now would i?” Katsuki taunts and assumes victory. He looks proud of himself.

Your brows shoot to your hairline and you laugh wildly. The task at hand half forgotten, fingers reaching into the basket to grab a random article of clothing and throw it at his head.

“Oh please, you come here for back rubs and head scratches.” The teasing tone of your voice has his eyes rolling. Hard.

Katsuki looks down at the fallen fabric and snorts. Big hands put the pink, scallop trim panties in the basket to your right while he formulates a good answer.

You’re not completely wrong.. but you can’t know that.

“Nah I c’mere cause’ you’ll get a scurvy if I don’t.” He lies, grabbing a towel to fold.

Banter continues on and off through the night. He talks shit on the show you’re watching but gets invested anyways. Like always. A plate of steaming curry is served for dinner and afterwards you show him to the stash of his items stored away in your bedroom.

He grumbles and flushes a peachy tone, throwing most of the items in his bag. He leaves two or three pairs, though.

You get lectured again on groceries even though he’s the one that cooks. And, now? There’s a grocery list on your fridge that says “k: bringing order on Monday” in not too-pretty handwriting.

Katsuki finds himself basking in the warmth of your hands later. Pretty fingers rub his taut muscles and tug at the roots of his hair. Nails drag up and down, up and down his shoulder and back casually. He’s out like a light in minutes.

He wakes up and chooses to ignore that he’s already left another set of clothing in your laundry basket.

I think Friend with Benefits!Bakugo gets annoyed when you talk to him during sex because your voice makes him weak. The handful of times you’ve both been lonely (and horny) enough to fuck each other has made the man you once called “just a friend” fall for you harder than he expected. Every time he’s fucked you he’s told you to shut the fuck up when you ask “You like that?” in that specific tone of voice. When you’re with your friend group and he hears you use that tone of voice to ask even the most innocent question, he has to excuse himself to get rid of the hard-on your voice gave him.

When he fucks you he tells you to stay quiet, because when you ask “Does my pussy feel good?” he answers by cumming a few seconds after you ask. At this point he could cum his pants any time he hears you ask a question because he remembers the times you asked how it feels before he emptied his load in you. If you’re going to tease him by saying these things, he’ll just fuck you with his hand over your mouth so you can’t throw him off. He might even take it a step further by asking how his cock feels until you eventually get wet when you hear him ask questions.

Jesus holy banana split woah that's amazing.

PLEASE I wanna be that employee at Dynamight’s agency that he’s always picking on. He does it because you bite back and he loves it and fuck does it make him chub up

Particularly his new secretary, hired to replace the old one that’s moving to a calmer job (because Bakugou’s horrible pr problems are heart attack inducing).

You think you have a long way to go, with how your boss is glaring daggers at you- but Bakugou is actually thinking how tf is he supposed to focus on his job know that a pretty little thing like you is right outside his office, tapping away on your computer, essentially managing his life and keeping tabs on him.

Gives you atrocious amounts of work just as an excuse to talk to you instead asking you out for dinner like a normal person. Stupid shit like getting him four cups of coffee that isn’t from the break room. He doesn’t even like coffee. And he almost feels bad if it wasn’t for how hot you look when you’re furious, how you slam the paperwork on his desk (properly filled and organized despite it all), and tell him with burning words and a finger pointed straight at his face:

“I’m your secretary, not your damn errand girl. Make me sort through your fan mail again and I suggest you find my replacement. And fix your attitude- tired of dealing with your collateral damage fees.”

Nose upturned and sharp twist away, you storm out of his office and Bakugou has to thank some higher power that there was a desk between you. He’s so fucking hard it almost making him lightheaded. He would’ve fired anyone else that talked like that to him, but he wants you on his lap with his cock snug to your womb and a tit in his mouth as a proper apology.

Still gives you shit ofc. But it’s a little weird that your salary nearly doubled overnight.