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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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Good Morning

Alpha Kirishima x Omega Preg!Reader

This was a request for valentines day. It's late but its too good not to post.

Note: SMUT, Body worship, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Big family, domestic vibes, OMEGAVERSE, DadShima, Mentions of Reader eating/liking meat, PREGNANCY

The smell of bacon in the morning was what took you out of your peaceful slumber. You opened your eyes lazily as a yawn ripped out of you. It was morning and you were glad that you could just sleep in now and enjoy your peace. Ever since getting married to Kirishima, your life had never felt so easy at times. Of course there was the constant pressure of being a prohero’s wife and also being the Head Omega to the pack, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Not with where you were in your lives so far.

You turned your head, expecting to see your mountainous Alpha of a husband beside you, but to your surprise was missing from his side of the bed. You lifted your head slight and looked up at the door to your bedroom, which was wide open. You rubbed your eyes as you tried to sit up straight, shuffling to move yourself against the headboard. You felt something push from the inside of your abdomen.

You looked down to see movement in your tummy. A nice kick emphasizing the life that lived inside there. You chuckled with a smile. “Well good morning to you too.” You rubbed over the hit spot with a chuckle. In return you received another kick back.

Since finding out you were pregnant your appetite turned into one that could rival your Alpha’s. You were constantly craving meat and savoury things, being able to stuff down anything and everything. You didn’t mind though. It made you happy that there was already such a big part of your husband in the pup that you were carrying. Although that also meant the strength of your husband in every kick to your ribs.

You shuffled out of bed, moving to hold onto the bedside table and stabilise yourself up straight. You sighed as you kept a hand underneath your belly, and stretched yourself as high as you could. You shuffled over to get ready for the day. Mostly to pee, because pregnancy was not kind to your bladder at all. After freshening up and looking less like a member of the walking dead, you walked out of your bedroom.

You made your way downstairs, careful of every step that you couldn’t see past your stomach, and shuffled your way to the kitchen. Humming to himself was the great beast that was your husband, your Alpha, your everything. Kirishima Eijiro had the back muscles sculpted from marble and the height over any man you had seen. He was huge and it was hard to miss. His muscles flexed as he moved around the kitchen shirtless (like always) in nothing but low hanging sweatpants and an apron. He had his thick red hair tied up in a bun as he worked to the sound of some oldies song playing.

You waddled your way over to him. “I smell meat.”

Kirishima chuckled, not being surprised that you were behind him. He was a hero for a reason, a great one in fact and he also wouldn’t be the Head Alpha of Pack A if he wasn’t aware of most things. He leaned back and looked back at you, a smirk on his lips. “I thought you might.” You waddled up closer to him just as he switched off the stove. He smiled at the sight of you. You were dressed in one of his shirts that were much too big for you but somehow Kirishima wouldn’t have you looking any way else. You were dressed in his clothes, waddling around cause of a pup he gave you, with a smile on your face. He couldn’t have had this morning start any more perfectly. Kirishima grinned as he wiped his hands and moved to pull you closer towards him. He grabbed at your thighs and hoisted you up onto the counter making you chirp in surprise. Even though pregnant, he didn’t struggle at all picking you up still. He let out a deep chuckle as he brought his head to your neck. “Good morning my loves.” He greeted, placing a hand on top of your stomach and placing a kiss to your neck.

You giggled and put a hand to the side of his face. Just before you could say it back, a kick pushed against Kirishima’s hand instantly taking his attention. His pupils widened in love as he was so smitten by the pup yet to be born. You chuckled as you placed a hand back on the counter and the other supporting your back. “Someone wanted to say morning by themselves.”

Kirishima’s face softened, a look of pure adoration on his face as a rumble left his chest. He crouched down putting his head against your stomach. “Morning princess.” He whispered to your stomach. From the moment Kirishima found out you were pregnant, he had fallen in love with the little bundle of love inside of you. The moment he found out you were having a girl (no surprise there considering all his siblings were girls), you knew she was going to be Daddy’s little princess. He adored everything she did so far, even if it was kicking you in the ribs to say hello.

“Well Queen and princess are hungry.” You reminded him with a pointed look.

He let out a loud laugh, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Alright. One breakfast coming up.” He turned, grabbing a plate for you first. He bustled around the kitchen nowadays, opting to serve you like the Queen you were cause he couldn’t handle seeing you on your feet for more than a minute. “You know… I think princess has my appetite.” He let out.

You hummed in agreement. “And your size cause dear God she’s heavy.”

Kirishima let out a loud laugh as he placed your plate of food in front of a chair for you. “She’s a Kirishima. We’re naturally big.” He reminded you. “It’s one of our personality traits.”

“I can see that.” You hummed as you tried sliding off the counter.

Before you could even think of doing so, Kirishima picked you up with one arm. Your eyes widened at the strength of your husband. He was a powerful man and often than not you were reminded about that. You felt heat cross over your face as he sat you down in your chair in front of your meal. He put a hand to your head comfortingly, before turning back to grab himself some breakfast.

“Tea or juice?” He asked.

“Coffee.”

“No.”

You whined with a pout as you took a bite of your food. Just at the taste of it you felt yourself melting. A happy purr came from you at the taste as you smiled. You liked the taste of it and by the way little princess calmed down, she also did too. Kirishima chuckled at how food distracted you so easily. He used it as a way to deflect any bad things from you. The other day he had called you a sexy whale and you started bawling your eyes out thinking he was calling you fat. All it took was one muffin and you were happy again.

He smiled at the sight of you. The sound of his Omega purring, happily provided for and calm in the morning was all he could ever wished for.

The two of you had been so wishing for a pup, Kirishima longer than you might think so. You both didn’t talk about it at first, it simply just being a kink you both seemed to indulge in far too often, until Kirishima had popped the question. Kirishima came from a big family and he wanted that in his own immediate life too. It was something that ran through his veins alongside his blood. From the moment that you both agreed (with very little talking), it was soon discovered that you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought to make your dream of a family a reality. When your husband was a fertile as a bull, it was no surprise there.

With the help of his dam and the other Omegas in your Pack, you already had everything you needed for when the pup would arrive, which wouldn’t be for another month or so. You were already big enough to keep you always one push away from rolling like a watermelon and you felt heavy enough to feel like you were carrying one.

Luckily for you, you had the best Alpha in the world, who was currently feeding you more than he was feeding himself. Kirishima was always in touched with his instincts. He was just such a great Alpha that way. He always provided for you before himself. He always made sure that first came you, and now you and the pup. He was always so worried, which is why he preferred to keep you in eyesight or where he knew you would be close by, happy, well fed and relaxed, off of your feet.

Even though you argued that you needed exercise, Kirishima was not one to listen much.

“You know Eiji,” You started as he carried you up back to your nest. “I’m so glad that you’re here today.” You told him honestly, keeping your head against his chest.

Kirishima looked down at you and smiled. “Aw, come on sweetness, you know that I would do anything and everything to be with you and princess as much as I can.” He placed a kiss to your forehead making you hum in happiness. He pushed open the door to your nesting room, the bright open room being filled with your scents making it a safe and comfortable space. “Just one more week and then it will be two whole months of you and princess.” He assured you. He got into your nest, sitting down carefully with you in his lap. He leaned back with a sigh, enjoying the warm and comforting space that was your nest.

You manoeuvred around (albeit it took you a minute longer than you would like to admit), to face Kirishima properly. You joined your hands behind his neck. You brought your head to his neck, closing your eyes. “I missed you.” You whispered, rubbing your forehead against the scent gland on his neck. You felt a rumble resonate from his chest, happy and content. You smiled as you placed a kiss to his shoulder. Kiss by kiss, you moved up his neck, your hands on his warm skin, feeling him underneath you. “I miss you so much.” You whisper to his ear.

Kirishima hummed as he moved his head back to look down at you. He looked you up and down in his lap before chuckling lowly. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He asked amusedly. “I swear, ever since you became pregnant, it’s almost as if you live on my knot nowadays.”

You tilted your head. “And are you complaining?” You asked him.

“Oh, I would be a fool to do that.”

You laughed at his statement. You leaned forward and brought your hands onto his shoulders. “I can’t help it.” You whispered. “My body aches for the Alpha who claimed me. It aches for you so much sometimes…” Kirishima listened with only you in mind, his hands holding your hips tightly as he looked down at you with half lidded lustful eyes. “It’s torture being away from you some days, Eiji. Having my big,” You dragged your hands down his chest as you looked up at him. “strong, protective Alpha away when I need his knot so badly, it hurts. So badly it feels like I can’t breathe without having you inside of me.”

Kirishima let out a shaky breath. “You don’t hate me for it?” He asked, his eyes on your lips, but his patience still strong.

You scoffed, straightening up closer to his mouth. “How could I hate the man who gave me my world? No, I do not hate you for it.”

“Good.” He leaned down against your lips. “I do not regret it one bit and call me a fool, but my very being is on fire every time I look at you like this.”

You couldn’t take it any longer. Any second with your body not joined with his felt like torture. It felt like you were on fire, and you couldn’t douse it without his touch. You buried your hand in his hair as you moved your lips against his. He chuckled at your eagerness, at the way your hands flew down to his sweatpants, tugging at his pants in need for them to be gone faster. You felt the ache and longing between your legs increase as you shifted in his lap.

Kirishima moved to lift you up slightly, allowing himself to kick off his sweatpants and boxers. After tending to himself, he quickly made work of tearing away your panties and throwing the oversized shirt that you were over somewhere. The moment you were both naked and bare to each other, like magnets you quickly moved into each other’s embrace, albeit it wasn’t as easy as when you weren’t carrying a pup, but it still felt just as good. You held him tightly, keeping his body around you.

Kirishima moved his mouth to your neck, his tongue licking over your scent glands before nipping at your neck. You whined at the prodding at a sensitive area. He moved his kisses down your body, finding your body reacting in the most delicious way. He moved down to your chest, gropping your breasts that he seemed to find a new obsession with recently.

Pregnancy came with many changes, which included your breasts growing. It was something Kirishima found like a blessing. You leaned back, keeping your chest up and supporting your back. Kirishima hastily moved his mouth over to suck on one nipple. You immediately let out a gasp. “Fuck…” You breathed out as he messaged the other one with his hand. Kneading and keeping it warm in his palms. You moaned as you turned your head, enjoying the feeling. You hissed slightly at slight discomfort, but you didn’t want him to stop. You urged him to continue. “Harder… Eijiro, harder.” You beg as you moved one hand into his hair, keeping him there.

Kirishima paused as something sweet touched his tongue. He leaned back, saliva hanging between his lips and your breasts. Budding there was white beads of milk. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked up at you. “Since when could you do this?” He asked in surprise. He turned his attention to the other one, kneading and pinching it between his fingers, drawing out milk.

You looked just as confused as him. “Since… now?”

Kirishima was speechless as he looked back down to your breast that smell of warm fresh cream and milky essence. A new development was just discovered. Kirishima knew that with your daughter expected in a short number of weeks, eventually you would start lactating before then, but it must have slipped his mind. Kirishima let out a low growl in need, his cock twitching at how gorgeous he found you. Sweet warm milk was everything that he could ever wish from you, but it was the relief of pressure that made you putty in his hands. You could feel the way Kirishima was growing restless with you. He thrusted up between your thighs, your clit rubbing down against the length of his warm hot cock, making sparks of pleasure illicit from you.

Kirishima swallowed every drop that came from you, moving to the other breast to make sure to never make any part of your body feel unincluded. He hummed as he groped and grabbed at your body. You felt like a drug to him, so euphoric to his brain that he couldn’t ever dream of giving you up. Kirishima let go of your breast with a pop, making you whimper at how close to an untouched orgasm you were.

His eyes were hypnotised on your body. “If you weren’t already pregnant, I would be pushing a pup into you right now.” You felt yourself clench on nothing as slick dripped out of you onto his lap. It was less than it would have been when you weren’t pregnant, but it did the job just the same.

Kirishima grabbed at your thighs, trying to move you to have down into your nest. You quickly shifted, trying to stay on top of him, gripping at his shoulders and trying to push him down. You chirped at him making him pause for a moment to see what you wanted.

You grinned as you moved your hands down to his abdomen, trying to stabilise yourself. “I want to try and ride you.” You expressed with a bold tilt to your head.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow with a chuckle. “My love, you shouldn’t be exerting yourself. You should be resting even with my cock inside you.” He placed a kiss to your forehead. “I have to be gentle with you.” He placed his hands on your stomach, caressing the stretched firm skin underneath his hands.

You knew that he always had this rush through him whenever he touched your stomach like that. The inherit primal feeling of knowing that out of every Alpha in the world, he was the one who you agreed to court, he was the one who you accepted as your mate, he was the one who to leave a mark on your neck bigger and deeper than any mark you had ever seen, he was the one to have put a wedding ring on your finger, he was the one to put that pup inside. He was there, when he had you forced with your legs spread, drooling into your nest, slick leaving you like a faucet and his knot deep inside you knowing that he was going to get a pup from that heat.

You matched his expression, giving him a raised eyebrow of your own. “You weren’t gentle when we got into this situation.” You shot right back at him. His smirk pulled into a sharp grin, his canines gleaming at you, sharp and taunting. You moved one hand to grasp his chin as you grinned up at him. “I’m not fragile Eijiro, you know this. You made sure that my body adjusted enough to take you, so don’t doubt me now.” You urged from him. “If I can jump on the mould of your cock when you’re not here, I sure can jump on the real thing when you are.”

He lifted his hands up in surrender as he lay himself back into the nest, his red fiery hair sprawled around him. He looked up at you, so adoringly, almost as if you were the only thing he could see. “Who am I to argue with the Head Omega of this pack.”

You hummed. “That’s much better.” You spoke confidently.

You moved around, placing one hand down in your nest beside the huge Alpha underneath you, and your other hand went back to the cock underneath you. Your fingers could barely touch around it, so thick and heavy that you knew that you would be eating your words later, when you end up fucking yourself stupid on it in a few moments. You pushed back down, letting the head of his cock push through into you. You both let out a groan, Kirishima putting his hands on your hips, trying to aid you without saying anything.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to not sound like an absolute slut at how good it felt having him fill you up again. Its almost like he satiated you. Like he was the only thing keeping your mind sane. You whimpered, as you finally found yourself sitting on the whole thing, hovering above just where his knot was steadily growing. You took a moment to just revel in the feeling. Your eyes closed at how full you felt, just how surrounded by him you were.

Kirishima looked up at you with a smile, his pupils dilated beyond belief and a rumble in his chest. “How did I get so lucky?” His question made you open your eyes as you gently caressed your own body, loving the tingle across your skin. You loved that look on his face. The look that told you that he only ever thought of you.

“I don’t deserve you, Eijiro.” You whispered down to him.

He shook his head. “You deserve more than me.”

The grinding of your hips brought a moan out his chest as you continued on your pursuit. You whined as you put your hands on his chest and used your thighs to move you up and down his cock. It was a delicious feeling. It made you feel euphoric. So filled and cared for. It felt so good and you couldn’t begin to even think beyond that feeling. Kirishima guided your hips, lifting you up and down his cock with no problem as you both gradually increased the speed.

Soon you couldn’t even think, basically drooling as you chased the pleasure of the feeling of his cock inside you. Kirishima thrusted up into you, trying to make you think that you still had control of this situation when you both knew that was anything but the truth. You didn’t hinder yourself from moaning out into the morning air, knowing how much he loved to hear you. Kirishima grinned up at you, as you chased after his cock with every thrust. Your sex tightened around his cock so deliciously it almost made him falter.

Unexpectedly, he ripped an orgasm from you. “HOLY- Eijiro!” You cried out, your body tensing for a moment as you whimpered through it. Slick dripping out of your messy cunt. He took the opportunity to flip the both of you.

He placed you down into the nest, flipping you into a presentation position which you seemed very eager to be in. Your legs were spread, allowing him a way to push in his cock as you kept your chest flat against the soft bottom of the nest as you looked back at him.

You thrusted your hips back, searching for his cock eagerly. “Eijiro, Eijiro please. Put it back in.” You begged almost as if he did not just bring you to an orgasm second before. “Ple-OH FUCK!” The way you melted back down into a pliant state, when he put his cock inside you, made him twitch. You hummed in pleasure having him back inside your heat, gripping him securely inside you.

He rubbed over your skin, over the arch of your back. “Better?” He asked. You nodded your head, unable to give him a verbal response. He chuckled. “Good.” Without wasting another moment, he turned to rapidly moving In and out of you. His thrusts strong and purposeful and he fucked you like you wanted him to. A growl resonating out of his chest as he focused on the obscene squelch of your coupling.

You moaned underneath him like a whore, but you couldn’t seem to care. It was in this position that gave you the pup that was growing in your belly and your Omega seemed very adamant to remind you of that. You let him fuck you into your nest, as if you were nothing but something for him to pump and use full. You let waves of orgasms rush through you as you stayed pliant underneath him, allowing him to use you till his own impending high.

Kirishima moved to bring his chest down against your back. His canines were aching to sink back into your skin, into the mark that he gave you. His thrusts were sporadic and needy, which was exactly how he felt. His knot was pushing against the lips of your cunt, wanting to push through and knot you two together. Which was exactly what he wanted to achieve. With a vicious bite to the junction between your neck and your shoulder, he pushed his knot inside you, locking the two of you together.

You let out a crippled whimper as you once again felt a shiver run down your back as you came on his cock, sinking as you were rapidly losing energy to hold yourself up. Kirishima groaned above you, the taste of you on his lips and the feeling of cum being pumped inside you. He loved this. When he could reclaim you in every way he knew how. He let go of you, pulling the both of you to lie on your sides as to allow pressure away from your stomach.

You breathed heavily beside him, enjoying the warmth of his chest and the rumble that came from it. You purred in content as he placed a blanket over the both of you, the nest cradling the two of you. His giant size had never felt better as he practically consumed you and held you tightly against him. Kirishima licked at the reopened mark, making sure that any drop of blood wouldn’t hit your nest. You purred, putting a hand up to the back of his neck. You smiled as you turned back to look up at him. “Good morning, Eijiro.”

At first, the redheaded Alpha didn’t seem to understand, then it hit him. You never did say good morning back, being interrupted by your daughter’s kick early. He chuckled with a grin. He placed a kiss against your head. “Good morning, Y/N.”

“DADDY!”

You both groaned as the door of your room was banged against. You buried yourself in your husband’s embrace, trying to escape the hoard that would be running into your room in seconds. “Your daughters are awake.” You grumbled, holding onto his warm embrace just a little longer before he was stolen from you.

He chuckled sleeply, a deep sound that ran through his entire being and into your own. “They’re always my daughters.” He pointed out, pulling you back up. You looked up at him lazily. He had crows feet by his eyes already at how much he smiled. A huge morning smile on his face as he looked down at you. “Good morning.” He kissed your forehead.

You opened your mouth to say it back, but the sound of your bedroom door opening, took both of your attention.

Squeals and giggles filled your bedroom as tiny little black-haired girls ran into your bedroom. You couldn’t help but smile at them. They were just like their father, happiness brimming out of them like an overflowing fountain. Kirishima sat up just as two of his eldest girls ran to him. He scooped them up and kissed all over their faces. They giggled at the affection. You moved to help the twins up into bed, who also sought out morning kisses from the two of you.

But of course, they were Kirishimas.

So, they were Daddy’s little girls through and through.

They tackled him down to the bed again only making Kirishima laugh. “Morning my beautiful princess.” He laughed, as they all piled on top of him in a sort of dog pile. If they did have tails, you bet they would have been wagging up a storm.

You softened at the sight, seeing all of them together. It was always the mornings that reminded you how grateful you were for your family.

Then started the Kirishima Family morning routine. After you getting tackled by your enthusiastic husband and his carbon copies, you had to usher the girls to take their baths before school. You and your husband had a routine. You handled the new pup he took your four girls. A win-win situation. The girls were paired up in different rooms which made everything easier. Even though they were always squirming and finally in their kindergarten outfits for the day, they all ended up in a line for Kirishima to do their hair. It was cute walking into the bathroom with the two holding onto your fingers and the large man that your husband was trying to play both a chair and a hairstylist as he listened to what his girls demanded their hair to be for the day.

But with him occupying them, you could focus on the newest addition to your family. You walked into the nursery(and nesting room) where your youngest pup, a four month old and the only boy amongst his sisters, was now lazily chewing on his hand. You smiled as you approached him, as he was kept warm and supported. “Hey there Asa. Are you awake?” You asked him softly. Noticing you in the room, he let out a soft coo as he grabbed up at you, trying to reach you. His sparkly red eyes gleaming up at you. You chuckled and picked him up gently, holding him to your chest. He snuggled closer to you, glad that you finally came back to him. You chuckled. “Lets get you changed, hm?”

Asa was never one to be very demanding. He was a pretty easy baby so far, which you were very grateful for. It allowed you to put him in a sling, keeping him close to you, giving him a bottle of breastmilk that you had pumped not even an hour ago, and could get to work. You made breakfast prepared their little bentos (and your husband’s not so little bento) and by the time breakfast was ready, they all came rushing in trying to help in whatever way they could.

“Satomi, please get the girls in their chairs.” You asked your oldest, a seven year old girl, Satomi.

She grinned up at you with a sharp Kirishima smile and a tooth missing. She nodded her head. A Red bow in her hair. “Yes, mama.” She said as she went back to the group that were spread out. The two three year olds, Meiko and Manako, held onto their sire’s legs, giggling while the five year old tried throwing away an empty packet of pretzels into the bin. Satomi was your little helper and ring leader of the group. She also seemed to be ringleader of the pack pups too. Instantly taking after her father. She showed signs of leaning towards becoming an Alpha, always coping her father, never really being one to nest but she was very possessive of things, and she tried growling one time (didn’t up really well but her father seemed to encourage it more and more she tried).

Kirishima walked up to you, placing a kiss on the little boy in your arms who seemed rather unbothered with the fiasco around him, having already been fed himself. Asa giggled at the kiss and placed a soft small hand on Kirishima’s finger, making his sire smile. You chuckled. “Alright, big boy, breakfast is ready.” You reminded him.

Breakfast was a funny ordeal. Filled with girls trying to steal mini sausages off of each other’s plates, Kirishima making a face out of his plate and food and you and your son watching wondering how you ended up in a house filled with pups.

Having a good wipe down of their faces, their lunches packed and your husband, finally getting some time to get his bag and get off to work. You all exited the house. Right as you did, seeing the bright sun that shone down on the Pack A estate, you noticed that Midoriya was just leaving his house too.

He was talking to his mate with a broad smile, before perking up. He turned to the both of you. He sent a wave, a dimpled smile on his freckled face as he was dressed comfortably having just worked the night shift and was going to drop the pups before coming back for a much needed sleep. “Morning!” He had a Midoriya boy hanging off him at every corner. One sat on his shoulders, holding onto his hair. Another clung to his leg, like a swing and the youngest one sat in his arms.

Kirishima chuckled at the sight. You smiled and waved. “Morning Izuku.”

Upon noticing their Number One hero uncle, the girls brightened up with Kirishima smiles and waved over. “UNCLE DEKU!”

“HI UNCLE DEKU!”

“MORNING!” They shouted.

One of the Midoriya boys, a six year old named Toshinori, jumped off from holding onto his father’s leg and moved over towards your family unit. He bowed his head to both you and your husband. “Morning Head Alpha and Omega.” He greeted respectfully. He turned his attention then back to Satomi. His rosy cheeks were pushed up in a dimpled smile just like his father, his green mess of curls, seemingly tamed. “Morning Satomi.”

Satomi smiled. “Morning, Toshi.” She greeted back just as happily.

Before Toshinori could speak again, he was pushed to the floor by a flurry of blond and soft pops of explosions. “BUZZ OFF BROCCOLI BOY!” Satomi stood shocked as now standing over the green boy who lay in the grass was another seven year old girl, Murasuki. She had her arms folded over her chest as she glared down at him with a crimson gaze so notorious to only one man. She had her puffy blond ashen hair tied into pony tails on her head. She huffed down at him before turning back to Satomi innocently with a smile. “Mornin’ Satomi.”

You all heard a loud boisterous laugh as a blond Alpha walked out of his own home with a small blond pup, not even six months old, strapped to his front in a baby sling. “You get him, firework!” Bakugou cheered on his daughter.

Midoriya rolled his eyes at the Number Two hero of Japan. “Kacchan.”

Bakugou glared with a growl. “Deku.”

“UNCLE KACCHAN!”

“HI UNCLE KACCHAN!” The girls greeted back just as enthusiastically.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Morning Katsuki.” He ushered for the girls to get in the car.

Satomi was scolding Murasuki on hurting others, having already helped up Toshinori to his feet. The blond child seemingly disappointed that her antics didn’t work. While she got an ear full from Satomi, Akane, your five year old, was talking to Toshinori with a shy expression making sure he was okay. Toshinori nodded his head with a thankful pup yip, which only made her smile.

Kirishima picked up his two oldest children, putting them in the car and letting the oldest Midoriya and Bakugou pups return back to their sires. You chuckled as you moved over to the window of the drivers seat where Kirishima was. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips, which he eagerly accepted. You both ignored the awes coming from the back as you both put your foreheads together.

“Be safe.” You whispered.

Kirishima grinned. “Of course.” He promised you.

“And Eijiro…” You said. He kept one hand on the wheel but had his attention on you. You smiled.

“Good morning.”

-Glitch1d

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i was reading some things from my old blog and i just had to repost this because …

Kirishima’s Balls | MDNI

I know they’re heavy. So big and fat and filled with cum. Just wanna hold ‘em in my hand. Squeezing softly just to get his body to tense as he jerks forward with a “oof” before groaning and closing his eyes. Huge huge balls— and one’s bigger than the other. They’re not smooth because he doesn’t manscape (it isn’t manly) but it’s still pretty and won’t stop us from letting him drop em in our mouth. Dunking em like an Oreo in some milk. Tongue darting out to roll over each sac before sucking one into our mouth. We love to suck Kirishima’s balls. Moaning as we work his scrotum with our spit covered lips and fingers. The vibration has his dick jumping, bouncing against our forehead as we bob up and down on his hot jizz goblets. We’re really making a mess of him at these point. He’s panting, face lax and head thrown back in ecstasy as we coax his orgasm forward. “Doin’ so good f’me” “gonna cum like this” His words signal a fresh gush of arousal between your legs. All you want is for him to cum. No you need it. Need him to paint your face in hot sticky white lines. Want him to make you a toaster strudel. So you lean back on your heels, popping his testicles out of your mouth, massaging his balls in your hand as you lift them up and start licking at his perineum. Within seconds he’s spurting buckets of cum— some lands on your back, some in your hair. What a shame it couldn’t make it in your mouth but don’t worry too much. Eijiro’s gonna make sure to fill up your pretty little pussy instead.

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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this doesn’t need to be a full story I’d just love to see some of scummy kirishima trying to refrain himself from forcing himself on his darling but she makes it .. so hard

BNHA ! THIRST

Kirishima Eijirou x darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, noncon/dubcon, misogyny, prohero au, inappropriate thoughts in the office…

I took liberties - made darling a supervisor-type from the Hero Commission fsr

It's as though every inch of you begs him to pounce. From the free-fall of crispy-done curls that cascade down around your shoulder to the perfectly placed red-lined lips you smack once talking down to him about proper hero protocol and the subsequent punishments that follow insubordination and how you'll have his license revoked if he doesn't start playing by the Hero Public Safety Commissions rules.

You make him want to gather your expensive haircut in a tight-knit fist – smudge all that red over your pretty face when taking his cock so far down your bratty throat you choke on all the prissy words kept on your tongue for him.

Strutting in that tight black pencil skirt that cinches your small waist – making it look so perfectly receptacle for his large hands – above those firm hips and those doughy thighs he wants nothing more but to squeeze into and make jiggle as he buries himself deep between them. You make his balls itch every time you stomp away from him – with the cruelly tall peekaboo slit splitting your skirt open – teasing him with every loud step you take in those slick black stilettos - showing ankles and legs and knees and thighs, up and up but not far up enough to quench the feral hunger it edges deep down in his gut.

He'd shuffle on his knees – bite his knuckles in restraint – all to cop a feel of that ass and how you sway it with the same sass of an alley-cat. He can imagine it receiving his greedy hands so well – letting him carve in so far he might see his fingers completely swallowed in the fat. Leave his handprint in stinging welts that make you weep for kindness, bent over his lap with your wrists in his fist – only to be answered by his sharp teeth sinking deep into the supple flesh – making you scream.

You don't make it easy for him… being so tiny and snatchable. It would be the easiest thing – to take and tame you – to pull your much smaller body right off your feet and push you tight against the nearest wall – all your important documents on the floor beneath his dirty boots as you take his cock between your ribs and choke on the moan it gives you.

He can barely listen when you berate him – telling him his pay will be redacted if he doesn’t try harder at keeping the wreckage of private and government buildings to a minimum – unable to block out all the impure thoughts that go bubbling from his balls, making his throat tight as you stand there so primly in your glossy silk shirt with buttons so flimsy he bet they'd pop off on the slightest little tug. He imagines it as you continue your rant – your finger pointed at him strictly, and all he’s able to think about is how your breasts would spill out and he’d get to see whatever chic lace brazier you have on underneath.

Gnashing his teeth together, gritting them tight at how painful his boner is, kept inside the strict confines of his boxers while he imagines chewing on the pretty pearls you keep around your throat – thinking about tugging the necklace tight in a strangle, making you squeak and groan as he pounds you harder and harder from behind.

He bets only one of his big hands in your hair would have you completely humbled. Bet you'd cower in cries and do exactly whatever he'd tell you in fear of having your pretty body hurt.

He bet he'd get away with it, too – that's the worst part – that the crime he wants to commit the most is one without consequence. He'll think about it until his abdomen feels like it's about to burst – until his head's so hot and pounding it hurts, and he might very well blackout and give into all of it without further thought.

It would be as easy as pulling on a ski mask. He knows exactly how he’d do it – has your entire routine mapped out and knows exactly what empty building is still under construction in exactly what shortcut you go through to reach your apartment. Knows exactly which slab of still dusty concrete he could bend you over and push your little tear-stained face down against – watching the chub of your cheek squish against the cold stone as you moan on hot cries and plead out fruitless whimpers for his mercy.

He imagines taking his sweet time with you – getting you real nice and ready for him, playing slippery patterns between your folds where he has your feet kicked apart in a spread. He'd rest his pained and pulsating meat between the valley of your asscheeks as you shake and whine – rubbing against the soft plush skin with a rumble in his chest until you're perfectly puffy and wet for him – tight cunt suckling lewdly on three of his fat gravely fingers stuffed inside it.

He knows you don't get around much – knows you're too busy and otherwise too stingy to let any random person fuck you, so he can only imagine how sweet and sensitive you'd be for him – so needy for the attention, you'd probably start cheering him on once feeling how good he stretches your cock-starved pussy out.

He imagines your moans are real girly, too – that you'd squeal so nicely once split apart on him. And how your thighs would quake, receiving every inch of his length inside you – toes curling in your stilettos once he's completely bottomed out – nudging his fat cockhead right up against your cervix.

You’d clench on his shaft – milk him for cum – desperate for it.

And he’d give it to you – paint your walls thick with it – cream your tight little cunt so full of it you’d moan out the prettiest breathless thank you as it spills in beady pills down your thighs into your expensive power-heels – properly put in your place.

tip-jar: Kofi

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dweebsqueeze · 1 year

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18+ Smut (Boss!Red Riot x Assistant!Reader)

You love your boyfriend.

But you love the way your boss, Red Riot, pushes on your lower stomach to let more of his huge cock in your dripping pussy.

“You gotta let me in.” He whispers.

“We- We shouldn’t do this…” you barely whimper because your weak to his touch.

His gentle words contradict his massive frame, “Shh… nobody has to know.” He says while shoving his length in deeper. “Nobody has to know.” He mumbles into your neck.

“Fuck!” You shout as soon as he bottoms out.

“You gotta be quiet baby, don’t want the whole agency to know you’re gonna be my little office slut.” Your eyes widen at his proposal along with a harsh thrust. “Don’t want it to get back to that-“ he thrust again. “Fucking boyfriend, right?”

“What? H-how do you-” Your question was interrupted with another thrust and squeal from you.

“Saw those pictures on your desk. God, you could do so much better.” He lets out a dark chuckle while you writhe in pleasure.

You thought only your coworkers knew about your relationship. It’s never something that’s come up between you and your boss for obvious reasons. Being his assistant was almost a 24 hour shift, hero work never ends and yours doesn’t by extension. But your boyfriend never liked it, always complaining about never being home, never having sex anymore because when you are home- you’re tired. You love your boyfriend, but it’s felt like a chore trying to manage his fickle moods.

Red Riot cups a hand to your face, “Am I losing you, y/n? Already fucked out and I’m just getting warmed up hmm?” He used the same comforting tone he always does but now his words are taunting. You want to push all those worries to the back of your mind and focus on this moment.

You shook your head and weakly whispered, “Harder… please.”

#mha smut #mha fanfiction #bnha smut #bnha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha kirishima #kirishima imagine #kirishima x y/n #kirishima thirst #kirishima smut #red riot #kirishima x reader #kirishima x female reader

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kaidabakugou · 1 year

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attending an event where the concept is that you have to switch hero costumes with someone and you get paired with red riot

everyone is expecting you to wear a black tank top to cover up your chest but you absolutely break the internet when you show up with your front exposed and red riot gears pasties with ruby rhinestones just barely covering your nipples

which has red riot a sweaty mess inside the costume that was made to match your hero suit, all of a sudden feeling too tight around his big, muscular body every time he’s around you throughout the event because you’ve been his hero crush for as long as he can remember and the sight of you looking so sexy in his hero suit has him fighting back a boner all night

#kai.rambles #this thought has been in my head since i woke up and it will not leave me alone so i had to share #alsoo hii sorry for being inactive the past two days i was busy with valentines but im back now <33 #anywaysss hope you enjoy haven’t posted much since i got released so writing this was like wow *queue owen wilson’s voice*#eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima drabble #kirishima thirst #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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shiggybrainr0t · 10 months

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smut, mdni

kirishima would be so sweet the first time you give him a blowjob.

he’s nervous. how couldn’t he be? he’s got such a gorgeous person sitting atop of him, looking down at him with big, loving eyes. you’re running your hands softly down his chest, scraping your fingernails lightly over his nipples just to see the flash of his quirk activating on instinct.

he grabs one of your hands, bring it to his lips as he glances at you shyly. he’s been with others before, but none of them meant as much to him as you do. your gaze is heated but soft as you bring his hand up to your cheek from his lips and nuzzle into his palm. it’s your turn to look at him shyly as he caresses your face.

“let me make you feel good?”

kirishima let’s out a whoosh of an exhale, breath leaving his lungs abruptly at your question.

“only if you want to sweetheart.” you know he isn’t just saying that, that he really would cuddle you up instead if you changed your mind.

you slide down off his thick thighs, getting comfy in between his legs instead. he’s tense, thigh muscles contracting under his athletic shorts, but there’s already a tent forming. slowly, you push your fingers under, pulling his shorts off, and taking his underwear with it. he springs up, not fully hard yet but still enough to hang heavy in the air.

a giggle escapes him as you poke at the tip suddenly, the tense atmosphere breaking as a large grin takes over his face. he covers his eyes and groans playfully at your actions, cheeks turning red as you laugh. his grin slips away as your eyes darken while looking at his length, but he’s more relaxed now. he trusts you to take care of him.

you grip his base, and your fingers don’t touch. his chest rises and falls heavily, already drunk off your touch. you lean down, and suck the tip into your mouth, leaning back quickly when his hips jerk.

“m sorry baby, i’m sorry”

your smile is reassuring as you go back down. you suck the tip back into your mouth, grinning smugly when you feel the minuscule jerk of his hips. popping off, you look at him from under your lashes as you lick a long, wet stripe up his length, going slightly cross eyed as you watch it rise to full hardness. even fully hard he still dangles slightly down, gravity simply too heavy.

his loud groan emboldens you, and you take him down farther this time. slowly, you build up to a good tempo, bobbing your head to the rhythm in your head and the sound of his heavy breaths and moans.

“you’re so good sweetheart. taking care of me so well.”

his voice is a pitch deeper than before, gravelly in a way you’ve never heard before. his eyes are as dark as molten lava, burning you from the inside out. distracted by his gaze, you go down to far and gag. he’s pulling you off quickly, leaning forward towards your face.

his thumb softly rubs across your waterline, wiping the accidental tears that have escaped. he kisses your lips, then your cheek, and forehead.

“kiri, i’m fine. lay back down.”

he lays back hesitantly, eyes searching yours one last time to make sure you’re completely ok. he’s distracted when you grip his base again, slightly pumping your hand up and down, using your spit that has dripped down as lube. taking him back into your mouth, you find your rhythm easier this time.

kirishima’s groans become loader, turning into beautiful moans the closer he gets. even so close to the edge, he still reaches his hand towards you and sweeps the hair that has fallen around your face away.

“baby, baby i’m close. sw-sweetheart, gah-“

he tries to get you to pull off, but you suck him tighter in retaliation. his head flops back onto the pillow, his feet kicking slightly to keep him from thrusting into your mouth. his hand cradles your head as he comes, and the moan he lets out comes deep from within his chest.

as you swallow, nose crinkling a little at the taste, he’s leaning forward again and kissing you. he doesn’t mind tasting himself if that means he gets to kiss his sweetheart.

#I’ve never seen a penis in the flesh and this is the first smut I’ve ever written so there’s that #mha #kirishima thirst #kirishima eijirou #kirishima fluff #kirishima x y/n #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima fanfiction #kirishima headcanon #kirishima smut #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia smut #mat’s writing

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bakubunny · 4 months

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best friend kiri x chubby reader brainrot (sry)

ok so imagine you’ve been best friends with eijiro for a good long while right. maybe it was just the right circumstances, but one thing leads to another and you’re getting naked. and you eventually admit that you’ve never been with a guy like him. he’s confused and trying to get you tell him what you mean. eijiro hasn’t made you flustered a day in your life until today, this moment, when you’re sputtering in front of him, trying to explain that you’ve never been with someone so big and strong, someone who towers over you with a body that looks like it’s been carved by the gods.

it’s a little jarring to think that he wants you. but you know him, like really know him deep down - that he doesn’t have sex with just anyone. sure he’s had his share of one night stands like you, but he’s not usually intimate with someone he doesn’t care for deeply. so you accept that this is actually happening.

and the moment you admit you’ve never been with someone like him, when you’re red from neck to hairline trying not to stare at his shirtless body, the biggest smirk blooms on his face. he grabs your hand and runs it down his torso, watching as your brain fizzles out and restarts, and realizes that he’s going to have a lot of fun with this.

#sorry not sorry #aged up characters #kirishima eijirou #kirishima thirst #kirishima eijiro #kirishima x reader #x reader #f!reader #chubby reader #strength kink #size kink #brrrrr #bakubunny

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littlebowdagger · 2 years

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minors do not interact. 18+ only.

porn!ah where iida, bakugou, midoriya, kirishima, shouto, sero, and denki are in a group and post videos of them fucking you and each other.

cw: dom!bakugou, dom!kirishima, dom!sero, dom!midoriya, dom!todoroki, sub!powerbottom!kaminari, oral (fem and male receiving), gangbang/group sex, rough sex, soft sex, praise, weed, size kink, public sex, mentions of mommy kink, overstimulation, squirting, sex work, cross dressing, cum eating

all characters are aged up to 18+.

the head of the group is tenya iida. he doesn’t actually fuck you. he’s more there to make sure his boys and his princess are safe and mentally stable and getting tested on the regular. he stops in once in awhile (yes, he does make appointments. he learned his lesson from waltzing in whenever he wanted). he cleans up the place and notes any needs to the house. he’s very attentive and reliable. love iida.

katsuki bakugou is the ‘rough n tough’ one. he’s so not gentle with any of you. his jagged fingers gripping the hair closest to your scalp. his hips are keeping a fast pace, fingers digging deep in your hips. the blonde loves to shove faces into pillows/mattresses/blankets. if he’s fucking you in missionary, you already know his hand is either in your hair to yank and hold your head up; making you watch his huge, pale cock make your pretty pussy gush or his hand is around your neck, closing off your airway which also makes your pussy squirt all over him. either way it’s a win-win for him. he’ll fuck you however he needs you.

shouto todoroki is a soft man. he’s not really into sticking his dick anywhere. therefore he’s mostly in the background or the one filming. for example, let’s say you were spread on the couch with katsuki destroying you in between your legs. todoroki would be behind the couch, crouching at your level, and whispering the filthiest things into your ear to encourage an orgasm from you. his voice is his specialty. sometimes he’ll even post videos of him masturbating and literally just talking. fans love it every time and it’s what todoroki’s comfortable with.

izuku midoriya is a soft boy. he loves sitting you in his lap, slowly fingering your holes and eventually increasing his speed to the point your shaking. there’s lots of kissing in scenes with him. he adores your chest. always groping and sucking on every inch of your body. not to mention, this curly haired cutie almost always eats you out. sometimes all he wants to do is tongue fuck your tiny cunt with his skilled tongue. he loves doing videos where his lips are wrapped around your clit and two girthy fingers of his are sliding in and out of you, legs pinned to your ears. he’s so soft and sweet with you. especially after a certain blonde gets done with you, he’ll kiss you on your back and make you feel all better. he’d even eat an ice cube before hand.

eijoru kirishima is a mix between soft and rough. his words and sounds are so sweet but his cock and hands are so mean to your body. you’re always blabbering about how “s’ too much!” and “can’t take it!” and “s-so big!” yeah. he teases you all the time about how big his cock is. this redhead loves how much impact he has on you. you’re so cute and needy and desperate. he could just cum buckets with you clawing him like that. one of his biggest kinks is markings, after all. it doesn’t matter if the marks are on him or on you, it makes him feel powerful either way.

denki kaminari is a good boy. more on the submissive side, he’s either sitting between your legs or letting you ride him, or getting plowed or blown by some other guy. he likes dressing up in skirts and makeup. thigh highs and lace socks are quite popular with him as well. whenever he’s inside you he’s begging to fill you up all nice n pretty so he could drop down and eat his own cum as it drips from your hole. denki loses all control when it comes to your pussy- he can’t help it. it’s so pretty and cute and sensitive and he just wants to play with it for hours. he loves to pin your knees to your shoulders and just kiss your thighs, legs, and that cunt. this boy also loves to suck on your tits while he’s getting his hole stretched out. it’s comforting. might even call you “mommy.”

hanta sero isn’t really big in any of the videos but the videos he does feature in always blow up like crazy. his favorite move is him laid back with you bouncing on his dick like a trampoline. one hand lazily sits in your waist and the other hand chills behind his head, occasionally bringing a blunt to his lips. it’s so hot. his droopy eyes, drowsy smirk, hazy chuckle he gives you when he thrusts his hips up to surprise you. to top it off, he’ll sit up at someone point and kiss you mid smile. it always leaves you with butterflies in your stomach; then you feel those butterflies get knocked by his cock and fuck you back to reality. like kirishima, sero also gets off to the idea of someone being needy for him. he likes beggers and worship. he often does videos of him in public, either bending a pretty baby over in a skirt or getting sucked off in a parking lot. once he posted a video of him and bakugou sucking faces and groping each other in a sketchy alley for two minutes straight. it’s his most popular video on his channel.

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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hello beloved aali, for your prompt game i am humbly asking for— ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜ —with best boi kirishima eijirou <3 whatever kink you think fits best :P i hope u are well ! kissing u ! 😽💞

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

extension. marking kink + fem!reader + nsfw.

things to note. thank u sainty baby!! hope u enjoy hehe

when he faces the world, kirishima is kind and gentle. he’s a favoured amongst all for his bright ruby eyes and friendly smile.

but when you’re alone in your bedroom, he transforms into a completely different person — he can be rough, and mean and everything you need to get off.

“that’s it baby, lift your leg for me,” kirishima coos down to you condescendingly, the pads of his fingers sinking so deep into your fleshy thigh that it might bruise. it’s one of his favourite things, seeing all the places he’s left his claim on you the morning after — just the sight of every scratch or bump and bruise sends blood rushing straight to his drippy cock and love hormones to his brain.

when eijirou gets like this — you can barely even think about the flash of pain shooting through you as he hoists your leg up high on his shoulder, overwhelming you with the feeling of how much deeper he can get at this ankle. his head shifts to the left, condescending smirk spreading across his lips and revealing pretty rows of sharpened pearly whites. “you like it like that, don’t you baby?”

he presses a kiss to your calf, nipping it with his teeth and smirking when your buck upwards in response.

your brain literally lags, barely able to handle the size of kirishima has he hangs over you — pressing you into the sheets as his heavy cock stretches you open. he pushes on despite the resistance of your tiny, weeping little hole. the public wouldn’t believe you if you their beloved red riot got like this, panting like a dog in heat, a drooling mess over you whenever he got the chance to fuck you. the sight is a picture of scandal, your cream foaming a tight ring around the base of his shaft, smearing about the place every time the red head plunges into your welcoming heat.

“oh, baby… listen to you, so fuckin’ soaked for me, oh god?” eijirou simpers lowly, a growl brewing within his broad chest at the feeling of you tightening around him. his dick slots perfectly against your squelching walls, and the crude and lewd sound of your sexes smacking together makes him so dizzy that his head drops to your neck weakly.

“uhuh, all f’you,” you manage to gasp out from underneath him — trapped between kirishima’s bulking body as he pounds into you and the sweaty sheets that stick to your back, tainted with both of your arousals.

the way you sound so breathless drives eijirou insane, you’ve got him losing his cool and losing himself in you — brutally swinging his hips into you without giving your swollen, salacious cunt a second thought. “god, fuck— c’mere baby, c’mere,” he seethes meanly as if you’re not already impossibly close. a weighty hand snakes around your neck, a thumb resting on your subtle Adam’s apple as kirishima pulls your throat up to his hungry mouth. “gonna mark this pretty fuckin’ throat up, needa— holy shit!”

he cuts himself off, your ribbed walls fluttering around his monstrous dick, suffocating him inside of you. instead of rambling on with slurred speech— kirishima pacifies himself by sucking on your neck, his teeth scraping your supple skin, sinking into it to leave his mark. his groans change to sweet, high pitched moans and pleasure smooths over his frenzied brain.

he doesn’t care now, that his teeth are sharp and pointed — he only cares for the way you wail in surprise as he leaves dark hues up and down your shoulders and neck. it’s his mark of possession, that you’re his and only his. eijirou’s hot tongue soothes the blistering love bites that he leaves on you while his arm wraps around the back of your head to keep you caged in beneath him.

“you're mine,” the red head growls between panting in pockets, lungs heaving in sync with yours — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “you've always been mine.” he reaffirms, sucking just under your ear too. mostly anywhere he can get access to. “love seeing you covered in me, no one else can have you like this. right, baby?”

you’d reply if you could, but you’re too busy choking on your pitiful groans that tell him you’re close to cumming. your nails scale their way down the muscles of his back — marking eijirou up in your own way too. letting him know he’s just as much yours, as you are his.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima thirst #bnha smut #kirishima x you #eijirou kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou smut #bnha thirst #✮⋆˙ 0-800-hot guy-hotline #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #♡︎₊˚saint.🎖️#✧ ₊˚🃏੭ — games

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aztecbrujeria · 4 months

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I’m a plane right now and thinking about him wearing gym shorts…

He thinks no one can tell but it swings as he walks, and the fact the dick print is so obvious. When you finally sit on the plan and the tip pokes out.

You have to bend over in your seat and whisper in his ear you’re gonna make him make a giant mess…that he’s been teasing you all day. He whimpers when you start to caress him over the shorts and press your legs together at how wet you’re getting.

The way he bites his bottom lip as you take your time languidly stroking him and feeling him throb beneath your touch…

Kirishima, Izuku, Shoto, Itto, Capitano, Neuvillette, Gorou, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Daichi, Choso, Yuji, Yuta, Jing Yuan, Kafka, L, Renji, Kakashi, Gojo, Link, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Lucifer, Diavalo

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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The Wolves and the Doe

Viking KiriBaku x FemReader

Hey yall! I'm still on my haitus but I TOTALLY forgot to post this on here. I posted it on AO3 but not here. It has been sitting in my drafts for who knows how long. Sorry about that. Either who. Here you go. I love this peice.

Since you were a little girl you had loved the son of a Jarl and the son of a great warrior, but life took you away from them. When they come back to you, it's almost as you first met. A chase. A hunt. The wolves and the doe.

Note: Mentions of Norse gods, periods and the demons that they are, mentions of blood, Predator vs prey mentality, mentions of Kiribaku obviously. Some NSFW close to the end. No smut. Sadly.

Growing up as the king’s youngest daughter you were always pampered and spoiled. You were daddy’s little girl. His favourite girl. Yet that also meant you could get away with a lot of things. Tripping in the procession? That’s fine. The poor little one tripped on a stone. Interrupting your father to tell him that you think some random lady looks pretty? Look at you being a kind little princess. Sneaking off to go play with a Jarl's son and his friend?

That was new.

You never liked playing with the other girls of the court. They were all so stuffy and if not pampering you and trying to suck up to you. As much as you didn’t mind the attention, it wasn’t what you wanted nor what tickled your fancy.

It was one time, when you were not older than six, you had wandered away from your family that sat posed in the great hall. You had magically found your way outside where a group of friends were playing around. They were wrestling and fighting one another. Out of the group your eyes couldn’t leave two of them. You hid behind a wooden pole to watch them.

The tallest of the boys was a blond. He had spiky blond hair that made him look a bit like a porcupine to you. He had red maroon eyes and a boisterous laugh and smile. He seemed to be confident and hold an aura of control and pride to him. Another kid that seemed to be rather close to him, slightly smaller, was a boy with black hair that came into is face. He had wide ruby eyes, like a jewel or crisp apple. He had a scar over his right eye and seemed to be the strongest out of all of them.

They played around with two other boys and a girl. One boy had black hair and the other had yellow hair with a black mark in it. He must have been a relative to a seer. You heard of them with their mystical powers and connection to the gods. The only girl had fluffy pink hair and seemed just as rowdy as the boys.

You watched all of them enviously.

“Come on, Eijiro. You can hit him harder than that!” The ash blond shouted at the kid with the black hair and scar.

The boy put his hands together and looked down. “Sorry Katsuki, but I don’t want to hurt Denki.”

“Yah, Kacchan!” The yellow haired small boy shouted, standing behind the other boy with black hair and had a straight tooth smile. “I don't want to get hit. Look at me, I’m tiny.” He hid more of his body as he glared.

He’s false bravado made you giggle, causing attention to yourself.

“Oi!” The ash blond child, Kacchan you guessed, stomped over to you. “Who are you! Why are you spying on us!” He shouted at you.

You weren’t used to people shouting at you other than your older siblings. You didn’t tolerate it from others. Not liking it at all, you frowned. “I am princess Y/N! My daddy is the king and I can do whatever I want.”

Bakugou glared at you. He didn’t like how high you placed yourself. How higher you placed yourself above him. He pointed a finger at you. “You little brat!” Before he could do something he regretted, Kirishima quickly wrapped his arms around him.

He held the angry blond in his arms as he offered you a smile. It was odd watching them, being the same age, and yet Kirishima was restraining him pretty well. “Sorry about him, your highness.” He said, offering you a kind smile. Broad, sharp teeth and kind. You couldn’t help but soften at the look of him.

“Well…” You looked away. “It’s fine for now. But the next time he does it, I’m telling daddy.”

“You’re a princess?” Mina asked as she approached you bouncing on her heels in excitement. “That’s so cool. You look like the King so it must be true.” She said as she looked between you and her friends.

“Yah, she should call her precious daddy!” Bakugou mocked as he tilted his head side to side. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me by yourself, princess. You’re weak.”

“No, I’m not!” You stomped your foot and glared back at him.

Sero quickly moved to stand next to Bakugou. “Uh, Katsuki.” he said with a nervous smile. “Maybe you should calm down.” He offered.

Bakugou kept his eyes on you. “Never!” He stuck his tongue out at you childishly. “Weak little brat!” He teased you. “Can’t do anything without daddy’s help. Poor little princes-”

A slap went through the area. You stood with an angry face as you looked down at him. Clutching his plush cheek was Bakugou. His face was set into one of pure surprise. He didn’t expect you to hit him, let alone the slap to sting. The other children were silent, not fully believing that it actually happened.

“Keep quiet you… you… you dog!” You shouted at him angry.

Denki retreated back as he grew nervous at how quiet Bakugou was being. “Oh no. I don’t think you should have done that, princess.”

Bakugou’s fists balled up as he faced you again. His eyes white with rage as he seethed in anger. “You’re gonna regret that princess.”

That’s when you did the smartest thing you did all day.

You ran.

You ran, not in fear but giggling for the most part. The angry blond throwing retorts and angry growls at you as you ran through the streets. People watched and wondered why you were running away from a string of other children all following one another. Bakugou was behind you trying to catch you. Kirishima was behind Bakugou trying to calm him down. Mina was behind Kirishima wanting to see what would happen next. Sero was following Mina for the same reason. Denki followed because he didn’t want to be left alone for the most part.

You ran straight into the main hall, giggling and squealing trying to get away from Bakugou. Kirishima and Bakugou both followed you into the main hall but Mina, Sero and Denki all stopped. In the main hall was where all the leaders were meeting. Your giggling, Bakugou’s shouting and Kirishima’s apologise were what disturbed the meeting.

You quickly ran over to your father and hid by his side. “Daddy save me!”

“Come here and fight me, princess!” Bakugou shouted in front of all the adults. Including his mother and his Jarl, Kirishima’s father, Takeo Kirishima. The two adults stood horrified as their two sons stood in front of the royal family.

Kirishima quickly stood in front of his best friend and stopped him from approaching you any further. He forced the blond down on his knees alongside him. They were both on one knee in front of you and your family. “I’m deeply sorry for the disturbance your majesty. We were just playing outside when things got out of hand.” He apologised profusely. He knew how much his father took pride in these meetings so he knew what was best was to apologise.

“SHE SLAPPED ME!” Bakugou shouted looking back up at you with a glare. Kirishima tugged on his friend’s ear harshly. “OW!”

“Forgive us.” Kirishima stated his head still down in respect.

All the adults were very amused at the whole situation. Especially your parents. Your mother laughed but looked down at the two young boys fondly. “What are your names?”

“Eijiro Kirishima, your majesty.” Kirishima answered immediately. “Son of the great Jarl Takeo Kirishima. And this-” He kept Bakugou’s head down with a firm grip that was clearly not relanting despite the blond's struggles. “Is Katsuki Bakugou, son of Mitsuki Bakugou.” He answered for his grumbling friend.

Your father turned to look up at the two embarrassed parents. Mitsuki was seething at her son for interrupting the meeting and showing little respect to royalty. Takeo, however, was rather impressed with his son’s level-headedness in this situation. Your father turned to look at you, who had crawled into his lap. You sat with your arms folded and a huff. “Daughter.”

You turned to your father innocently. “Yes, daddy?” You asked.

“Did you slap Katsuki?” He asked you.

You hesitated. You pouted. “He was being mean to me, daddy.” You pointed down at the two boys.

The king turned to Bakugou who had calmed down a bit more. “Katsuki.”

“Huh?” Bakugou asked as he looked up. He was roughly nudged in the ribs by Kirishima making him wince. “I mean… Yes, m’lord.” He corrected himself with a mumble. That made the other Jarls laugh. Mitsuki dragged her hands down her face as she tried not to burn with anger at her child’s show of no manners.

“Were you bested by my daughter?”

Bakugou huffed. “No, she ran away and I-”

“If a doe runs away from the wolves does that not mean that the doe has won?” Your father asked as he raised an eyebrow down at the blond child.

Bakugou opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He crossed his arms and looked away. “Tsk.” He scowled. “One day I’ll be a strong warrior and no stupid doe will out best me!” He loudly proclaimed. “Especially you princess!”

Your mother laughed at the child's ambition. “I don’t doubt that, if you are anything like your mother.” She turned to Kirishima. “Little Eijiro. What do you think of the blond's proclamation? You are to be a future Jarl if all goes right.”

Kirishima was only silent for a moment. “He’s the best boy in my village, your majesty.” He said making Bakugou’s cheeks burn a slight pink but he still frowned. He nodded his head in agreement. “He’s fast, skilled and has great ambition. I don’t doubt what he says. I want him to be my second in command, like my father has Aunt Mitsuki as his.”

Your mother nodded her head as she looked up to Takeo. “Your son has a great eye, Takeo. If Thor will have it, he just might make a strong leader one day, especially if he can deal with a Bakugou.”

After the meeting had finished, with no more disturbances, both Jarl Takeo and Mitsuki both apologised to your family. No one minded. Bakugou, however, was now determined to try and beat you at something, dragging Kirishima along with him. There were many visits from the Bakugous and Kirishimas since that day. Whenever they were in your village with their parents you always spent time with them. Whether it was watching them fight, or running through the surrounding woods with them in a game of tag. Where you were, they were. The three of you, even though you only saw each other every few months or so, you were all close. Everyone could see it. Some even wondered at your young age, who you would choose. The Jarl’s son or the fierce warrior?

You could never choose. Never split them apart. They were great together as is.

Then one day, when you were twelve, you woke up and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere means your sheets. You had screamed loud enough for Valhalla to hear you. You thought you were dying. You felt like it too. Your servants had run into the room you shared with your older sister. But next thing you know, no one was listening to the girl who was practically crying her eyes out. Everyone was celebrating. For what reason you hadn’t known till your mother and sister sat you down.

You weren’t a girl anymore to them.

You had to take your princess studies more seriously now.

Your sister took pity on you, having had experienced what you were going to be put through a two years before. Suddenly she seemed less annoying and more like your only refuge.

So while the village celebrated and you were sulking around, you met Kirishima and Bakugou one last time.

You met them in the woods, your secret place by a river. The two of them stood in front of you who looked like you were anything but happy. Of course you couldn’t be. Not with all you had learnt today. The moon was high in the sky and the river was still. The dark area was peaceful other than the growing tension between the three of you.

“We can’t hang out anymore.” You let out finally and quietly.

Bakugou was the first to react like always. “HUH!” He shouted rather loudly. “Why not?” He asked as he stepped closer.

Kirishima stopped him and shot him a look to calm down. The blond took a breath and focused back on you. Kirishima had his black hair tied back in a small ponytail, sort of spikey at the end that reminded you of Bakugou’s hair. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it because of today?” He asked.

The both of them weren’t entirely sure why today was a big deal. Nor why everyone was acting like it was a god’s birthday but it seemed important enough and that it had to do with you. Takeo had promised to explain to his son and his son’s best friend later when they went back home. It didn’t stop them from enjoying the festivities though. They did enjoy it until they noticed you weren’t.

You nodded your head as you held your elbows. You shrunk your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows. You looked off to the side. The cool night air blew making your long dress move with you. “I… I’m not a little girl anymore. I can’t play with you guys. I need to take being a princess and a woman of this village seriously.” You recited what your mother’s handmaiden had told you. “Besides, you guys will have to train to become leaders and warriors. You won’t have time for me for the next few years.”

The boys winced as they knew you were telling the truth. They would have to go to the trials and earn their place among men. Earn their place as warriors and protectors. They wouldn't be able to see you for the next few years. They would be plundering, training, earning their arm rings. They would have to be away from you.

They didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. The three of you all knew that the day would come where childish games and fun times would come to an end.

Bakugou folded his arms over his bear chest. “How can we get your attention then?” He asked. That caught both you and Kirishima's attention. “If you can’t give us it then how can we get it?” He asked again.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom said I would have to focus on my future partner.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” He proclaimed. He had already made up his mind. The blond placed his hands on his hips and nodded. “WE’RE GONNA MARRY YOU!” He pointed to you.

“W-what!” You asked confused. “Both of you?” You asked shocked. “My father won’t allow it.”

“Yes, he will.” Bakugou said shamelessly and certain. Kirishima however was blushing red and went stiff. Bakugou threw his arm around Kirishima next to him. “I will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen and Eijiro will become the next Jarl of our village! Right, Eijiro?”

Kirishima nodded his head, not entirely sure what exactly he was putting himself up for but he did know, if it concerned you and Bakugou, he would do anything. “Y-yes. As a Jarl, I’ll make sure we’ll marry you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You clearly weren’t convinced. Bakugou turned to Kirishima. “Oi, Eijiro. What’s that thing that people do before they get married?”

Kiri looked at Bakugou confused. “Kiss?”

Bakugou’s face scrunched up as he stuck his tongue out. “Gross. No.” He pushed the other boy. That made Kirishima blush bashfully and you giggled. “The other thing.”

“Propose?” Kirishima suggested again.

“Yah but we did that.” Bakugou stated.

“We did?” Kirishima asked, confused.

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but then realised Kirishima was right. He dropped down to one knee. His face went pink but he looked determined. His red eyes looking between the two of you. “I promise to Odin and any other fuckin’ gods I need to, that I’ll marry the both of you.” He nodded his head. He pointed to his chest. “And I’ll be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have.”

You and Kirishima shared a look. Before you could comment, Kirishima did the same thing. He went on one knee before the two of you. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the most manliest and reliable husband to… to the both of you.” He stared at the blond briefly, making Bakugou turn his head trying to hide his red face. Kirishima looked back up at you. “I promise.”

Watching them do it, you couldn’t just stand and not say anything. You pulled your dress to the side and went down on one knee. Your knee pressed against the cold damp soil. “I promise to Odin and Freya that I’ll marry the both of you and be the best wife you could ever need. Don’t think about trying to find another woman because she won’t be better than me.” You stated proudly.

And that was the last time you saw them for years. You grew, you changed physically and mentally but what stayed the same was where your heart belonged to. You were older, wiser and for one thing less spoilt. You did everything to be the best person you could be. You helped around the community, you supported your warriors and even learned a bit from them.

Your eldest brother had passed leaving your eldest sister as the next heir to the throne. That in itself scared you. Not because you didn’t support your sister. You did, but that also meant that she couldn’t be carted off. That she wasn’t to be used as a bargaining chip anymore. You were the next royal in line. You were terrified obviously. You didn’t want to marry some fat old man of a neighbouring village or kingdom. If anything you would have rather died single.

Your life was like that. Waking up each morning to fear.

But for one day, that disappeared. Your father was holding a great feast for a series of successful raids that had been occurring. The guests of honours were said to be ones you hadn’t seen in years.

You hadn’t been that excited or nervous for something in months. You dressed in your best outfit, applied face paint to your eyes, face and shoulders and made sure you looked more presantable than you were in months.

“You know you might just attract every other person other than them right?” Your sister teased from her place upon her bed.

You pulled on a fur around your shoulders. “Lets pray that doesn't happen.” You stated unbothered.

Your sister raised an eyebrow. She stood up. “I heard they were lovers.” She stated.

You stiffened for a moment. You heard stories about them. The beast of a redhead that tore through enemies like they were paper. The blond demon warrior that slaughtered and took with a smile on his face. An unstoppable duo whose affections towards each other, though not shunned nor hated on, were very apparent. You were glad they still were close and if the rumours were true, loved each other. If they couldn’t have you at least they had each other.

Your sister walked up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “Sister, let them go. You can’t keep on holding on to silly childhood promises.” She told you as she bent down to look at you through the mirror. You looked down at your lap. “I am sure I can find you a lovely young jarl you could spend your time with. Plus what if you don’t find them attractive anymore?”

You looked up at her. “Well, I would need to get my eyes checked.” You stood up with her.

The two of you went into the main hall. You both stood next to your father and mother and younger brother. You watched as Jarl after Jarl and warrior after warrior came into the great hall but you hadn’t seen them yet. You kept your head high. Even if you were mistaken, even if they weren’t coming, you wouldn’t be disheartened. It only meant you would probably take your sister up on what she had offered.

Lastly, from the darkness outside were two men, built like oaxen. You were stunned for the most part. The sea of people in the great hall parted for them, feeling the power and radiancy they carried with them. It was suffocating from even where you stood.

Finally making it in front, standing next to each other were the two men you had longed to see for years.

On the left was an ash blond with a white direwolf fur over his shoulders with a red cape. His hair was longer now. Half his head was braided in tight blonde braids and the rest was kept in his unruly blond locks. He was lean with a small waist that had even you envious. His large chest seemed soft to you and held few scars to them but clearly hard earned. His maroon piercing eyes, covered in black tribal paint looked at you instantly. They held no shame in looking at you or your figure, a smirk of pride and cockiness went to his face at your attention.

Your eyes then went to the giant next to him that you could hardly believe was the same boy you knew years ago. He had a growth spurt making him wider and bigger than the blond. He truly lived up to the reputation that the Kirishima’s held of being beasts among men. His broad and exposed chest was covered in markings and a few scars. He had long locks of red hair that fell down his back. You had heard rumours that his hair turns red permanently from the blood of his victims. His crisp apple eyes found you as well. An unreadable emotion behind his eyes.

The two of them bent down on one knee before your family, their heads down. The tight arm rings around their right arms showing their vows to their fellow man here. “Your majesties.” They both said.

Your father smiled with a laugh. “The demon warrior, Katsuki Bakugou and the Beast among men, Jarl Eijiro Kirishima. Stand men, stand. This whole night is in honour of you after all.” The duo stood back up straight, heads held high. “Your winnings and efforts have paid off my good and faithful warriors. Tonight we shall feast in your honour!”

With that the hall erupted into joyous cheers. Music played and food was served as everyone sat drinking and eating to their hearts content. Loud boisterous laughter and cheers rang through the warm air as there was celebration to their achievements. You sat dutifully next to your sister as she got lucky enough to sit next to Bakugou. Your father sat between the two men.

“Maybe you weren’t so wrong about dressing up.” Your sister whispered into your ear, making you both giggle.

You nudged her. “You never did like to listen to me.” You teased. Before you could continue you heard your father say something.

“I would like to reward the both of you with an opportunity as well with your riches… If you so wish...” He stated to the two of them. You peered over trying to hear what else he would say when your sister cut in.

“Whoever gets their hands on them would be a lucky person.” She stated as she picked up her cup of beer.

You nodded. “Yes, they would. If only the heavens would be so kind.” You motioned to her.

“Mother said that father might just reward one of them with the opportunity as King.”

You choked on your wine. “What?”

She nodded her head. “For my hand, they would be crowned King.” Your ears started to ring at her words.

“For… your… your hand?” You asked shakily.

She smiled. “Yep. Of course you could have the other one if you so wished.”

You absentmindedly nodded your head not entirely feeling all up to the party. Your first chance in years to see them, talk to them, be with them and it was taken from you. You stood up. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go out and check on our brother. He must be so bored.” You smiled and quickly made your way away from the main table. Red eyes watched you as you left.

You quickly made your way out of the hall into the cool night air. You dropped your shoulders and went into the direction of the woods. Your head down as you tried regaining your barings. She must have known your fathers plans all along. Which was probably why she told you to forget about them. You couldn’t have both. That’s selfish.

Or was it?

You didn’t mind being selfish.

You found yourself at the river, your meeting spot when you were kids. The night seemed identical to it was the last time you saw them. Bright big moon in the sky with the heavens twinkling and winking at you. The river was calm near you and the wind was only just strong enough to move the cape you wore.

This was a place where you could feel safe. Almost as if they were standing right next to you.

You heard a snap of a twig that made you immediately look back. Your heart raced in fear as you looked behind you. Your eyes dashed around the area looking for what the sound was. You moved backward in fear. Your back bumped into what you thought was a tree.

“No hello, princess ?” You turned around immediately and your eyes widened in shock. You knew who it was from the way he said your title. Standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest was Bakugou. The moonlight lit his blond hair in a sort of luminescent glow as he stared down at you with red eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.

“ Katsuki .” You whispered his name like it was something you never thought you would say again.

You took a step backwards and your back hit something again. “Years away from you and you haven’t even given us some of your attention. Do you not know how much we missed you, princess?” You turned around and you saw him. Kirishima. His tall stance is almost menacing in the dark, even with the moonlight falling on him. Eyes dark like a predator in the night as he looked down at you.

You gulped. “ Eijiro .” You whispered.

This was nothing like it was when you were younger. For one thing, this wasn’t the same Kirishima you knew when you were younger. He used to be so timid, keeping himself closed within himself most of the time. He was doubtful. This man in front of you seemed to radiate confidence and strength. A real Jarl.

“That’s not true, Eij.” Bakugou stated. “You should have seen the way she was staring at my chest. Perverted little princess.” Bakugou snarked with a grin on his face.

Kirishima laughed. “I don’t blame her Katsuki, but you’re right. She was staring at my arms like they were meat on a silver platter.” He too snarked.

The two of them started circling you. For a moment you wondered what was going on. Why were they saying such things? Why were they circling you? Why did your legs feel weak and your abdomen felt tied in knots?

Then it hit you.

They were playing a game with you. A game they loved to play after the first day they met you. Wolves and doe. Wolves circle their target, their prey- the doe- and the doe has to get away from them. You were always a doe. They were always wolves. Back when you were younger it seemed easier since you were always a bit taller than them and could get away faster and probably climb a tree away from them. Now? Now you felt more like your fate was already sealed to the butchers than you having a chance.

But the thrill. The thrill you yearned with them overtook your judgement. The hunter and the prey.

The wolves and the doe.

They saw the recognition in your eyes and their grins grew. You bit your bottom lip as you looked between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyes raked over your body with desire. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Look at her, Katsuki. Doesn’t she look just delicious?'' He asked as he licked over the edges of his sharp teeth, his clear want for you making your heart beat out of your chest.

Bakugou chuckled. “Indeed. Looks like a pretty doe for the fuckin taking.” Once he was behind you, his fingers dragged across the nape of your neck making you shiver. “I wonder how she tastes.” He growled close to your ear.

That’s when you ran. You pushed your legs as hard as you could away from them, away from the village and deeper into the woods. You heard their loud and amused laughter from behind you, but you couldn’t hear them following you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you almost felt it hard to breathe.

You kept running, swerving between trees trying to put as much distance between them and you as possible. A glimmer of hope flickered within you. Maybe you could win.

Then you heard it. Loud laughter. “Was she always this fucking slow, Eijiro?” To your left, running just a few trees away from you was Bakugou. He’s lean body moving agily between the trees and over fallen logs. He was keeping up with you as if it was child’s play.

“Nah!” To your right was Kirishima. Even with his huge size, he seemed to navigate the trees better than you ever could and you lived in the area. “I don’t think she’s even trying to get away.”

Suddenly just like that, they were gone. You couldn’t see them in the darkness of the woods or the light of the moon. You slowed down and looked around wondering where they had both disappeared to. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Katsuki? Eijiro?” You let out scared.

Two arms wrapped around you. You let out a small scream as you were being held by the waist. You heard Bakugou’s rare laughter. Loud and obstreperous laughter. “ Katsuki! Eijiro! Where did you go? ” He mocked you, making you laugh. He held you up making you giggle and laugh louder. His big strong arms always made you feel safe despite the game you all just participated in.

Suddenly you were both pushed back by a huge force. You landed on Katsuki’s chest, with your back against him. Caging the both of you between the ground and his large frame was Kirishima with a grin on his face. The three of you all laughed at the situation, you between the two men. It reminded you of the good days when you used to let them win and you would end up in a similar position with all three of you on the floor laughing.

You calmed down as you looked up at the redhead. You admired his handsome features. A satisfied smirk on his face at getting to you. He leaned closer down to you. “Got you, doe.” He said condescendingly. Your heart was beating loudly with how close he was to you.

“Yah… you got me.” You affirmed, your eyes strayed to his lips. Bakugou pushed you forward, making you kiss the redhead.

Kirishima placed his knee between you and the blond’s spread legs, applying pressure to you both. Both you and Bakugou groaned. You leaned deeper into the kiss as he easily won for dominance. His kiss had a burst of passion and need for you. It was as if he was sucking the energy out of you, leaving you breathless.

The moment his lips left yours, and air could return to your lungs, Bakugou had tilted your head back towards him and had taken your lips for himself. He kissed you deeply too. His touch was explosive and filled to the brim with desire. His grasp on your hips tightened as he held you. You hummed as you arched your back slightly, pressing harder against him, making him grunt.

Your eyes were closed even after separating from him. “Gods, I missed the both of you.” You whispered.

“And we missed you.” Kirishima placed his hand on your cheek.

“I… I had thought the two of you had…” You couldn’t let it out. Your own insecurities suffocating you.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “What? You thought we would just live on without you?” He asked. “Yah fuck no.” He shook his head. “Your ours, doe. We promised you, didn’t we?”

“I know. I know.” You looked away from the both of them. “My father wants one of you to marry my sister, doesn’t he?” You asked.

Kirishima let out a heavy breath. With that he got off the two of you, and pulled Bakugou up, automatically sitting you in his lap in the process. “He does.” He answered your question, making you shrink back more.

Bakugou had his hands down on the ground to steady himself as you leaned against him. “I wouldn’t blame you guys.” You stated. “One of you would be king and the other a Jarl. It would be the dream for you guys. I would support the two of you, even with my sister as your Queen.”

Bakugou scoffed. “We couldn’t give two shits about her.” Bakugou growled in anger as he looked off to the side. “But… we do care about you.” He told you, his voice softer than normal. With one of his hands he took yours securely. His calloused warm hands gave you comfort.

Kirishima placed a large hand on your cheek. He offered you a soft smile. The smile that would comfort you in your dreams. “We would deny Valhalla to be with you.” He told you honestly. You closed your eyes as emotions bursted into your heart at the declaration. “I would rather let Thor strike me down with his hammer, lightning in tow, than to love another that isn’t you and Katsuki.”

You smiled and placed your smaller hand over Kirishima's. You nodded your head. That reminded you of something. You chuckled and a small smirk went to your lips. You turned back to look up at Bakugou. “I heard you two were lovers? Is it true?”

Bakugou chuckled. His hold on your hand tightened slightly. He bent down closer to your ear. “It’s whatever you make of it.” He told you with a smirk of his own. That made a desire to know exactly what he was meaning burst from you. “What I do have to say though, is that you have never seen a cock like the one between his legs that’s for sure.” Bakugou shot you a wink as your cheeks warmed instantly at his vulgar words. Kirishima shot him a glare which Bakugou chose to ignore. “You should see him when he is straight off the battlefield, princess. When he’s covered in blood, veins bulging and looking like a fucking god. I’m tellin’ you, nothing sexier.”

“Can you shut up, Katsuki?” Kirishima asked annoyed.

Bakugou stuck his tongue out childishly making you laugh. “Make m-”

He was quickly shut up with a kiss from Kirishima. It was forceful but held the same passion and love as always. Kirishima’s hand snaked up to your thigh and gripped it roughly making you release a held in breath. Something about what the blond was saying, made you know he wasn’t lying about anything. Kirishima playfully bit on the blond’s lower lip. The blond held a smirk of his own at Kirishima’s actions. Kirishima moved back and shook his head with a deep chuckle. “You are such a brat.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You sound like my mother.”

“Well, your mother isn’t wrong, Katsuki.” You told him, making Kirishima laugh. Bakugou playfully growled at you next to your ear. He bit lightly on the top of your ear making you laugh. “We should head back before people get even more suspicious than they no doubt are already.” You let out with a sigh.

“Or we can just kidnap you.” Before you could respond, you were suddenly off the ground. You squealed as you were thrown over Kirishima’s shoulders. “Make you our chieftess and live the rest of our lives with you by our side and warming our bed. Right Katsuki?” Kirishima held you by your thighs as he stood up onto his feet not bothered by your weight at all. He turned to look at the blond who had gotten up beside him.

Bakugou placed his hands behind his head. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Red.”

“You guys can’t just kidnap me.” You defended yourself. “What about-” You let out a gasp as a slap went to your ass. You arched your back in surprise at the stinging feeling.

“Oi! Stop spewing shit and just say yes. You already said you would be the best wife ever, so do that.” Bakugou reprimanded you.

Your face felt hot. You looked away. “But-”

Kirishima now slapped your thigh making you tense again, pushing them closer together. “Don’t worry princess.”

“Just focus on Eijiro’s ass and life will be a much better place.” Bakugou bent back to look at you. That’s when you noticed at the perfect view you got of said ass.

Holding you with one arm, Kirishima slapped Bakugou on the behind making him yelp. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”

“What an honourable way to die.” You and Bakugou stated together.

-Glitch1d

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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Just thinking about virgin Kirishima and his canonically big cock (again).

Warnings: 18+, size kink.

Red Riot, who even as a hulking wall of muscle doesn’t realise just how big he is. He towers over you, over everyone really, and yet he still has absolutely no idea that he’s so well endowed. Even back in his high school days when the boys in the locker room noticed him packing and told him repeatedly how lucky he is, and how jealous they are, he still doesn’t understand that he’s fucking huge.

So when he’s pressed up against your pretty body and he’s settled between your thighs, you can feel it pressed against your clothed cunt. A sheer indication of its size as you feel trepidation begin to whirl in your abdomen while he gives you a shy smile, as though he’s nervous about your reaction.

“Is this okay?” He mumbles shyly, and even that has your cunt clenching as you nod your head before he’s even finished the question.

And when he finally pulls down his pants and the heavy weight of him flops out, drooping low as the leaky tip points towards the ground— a sheer indication of just how thick and heavy he is, you’re looking at him in a mixture of trepidation and awe.

But Kirishima is even more confused when you ask him how it’s going to fit.

“What?” His cheeks flush the same colour as his mane of hair as he stares down at your pretty eyes.

Although he’s inexperienced, only a few messy fumbles under his belt, he’s watched enough porn to know what he’s doing— kind of. But the question throws him off guard as he asks what you mean, worried that he’s done something wrong and this will be over before it’s even started.

But wordlessly you take his massive wrist in one of your smaller hands, wrapping your fingers around it as you lead him between your thighs. Parting your legs to give Kirishima the perfect view of your creamy cunt as he wets his bottom lip, crimson eyes intent on your figure as you press the tip of his index finger against your drooling hole. Letting him feel the way your walls clench around him at the intrusion, the sensation enticing him in deeper as his cock throbs at just how tight, wet and warm you are.

“Oh,” He mumbles, that’s what you meant. And fuck, you really are tight—

Because even this mountain of a man has no idea how it’s going to, but he’s going to do everything in his power to make it fit.

#Kirishima thirst #thirst posts #jo thirsts #red daddy riot #the way I’d be like ‘sir… sir… where do you think you’re sticking that???’#‘you can’t park here’

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yanderenightmare · 10 months

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horny kirishima with no limits, he's sitting on your face with his balls taint and ass, fucking your tits while slurping you're slit >-< meanwhile you're tied up and just have to take it all :(

BNHA ! THIRST

Kirishima Eijirou x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, yandere, rimming, bondage, threats, pussy slapping, forced orgasm, big-tit reader, toys

He thinks it's sweet getting a nice wet rim when he titfucks your soft fatty tits – pulling and pinching on your sore, swollen nipples while sliding his veiny meat between their plush – eagerly pushing back into your mouth, feeling your pink kiss his.

He likes to tie your mounds up so they hug each other tightly – rope pulled like a noose around them so hard they bulge for him – wrangled together so snug they swell and become all extra sensitive so when he rings your nipples with rough fingertips, you shiver under the touch and moan all desperately. So tight it’s even tighter than your cunt when he presses his cock through them.

He squeezes them like he’s trying to make something within them pop, one greedy paw on each, fucking the tight space between them while rocking back with his ass on your face – your head propped up with a pillow, perfectly angled to receive his hole with your tongue.

Slapping your cunt when you refuse – telling you to be his good baby and slurp him loudly – telling you to stop being so shy and munch on him louder so he can hear how enthusiastic you are.

He smacks your cunt without mercy, making it sore and throbbing, along with the tender insides of your thighs – whipping them so hard your flesh welts under the harsh lashing, bleeding with purple until you finally learn how to enjoy yourself. Mouth wide open and tongue out to receive him, welcoming him with a pretty moan and a deep lick each time he rides back against you.

In the end, he stops fucking your titties and opts for just sitting on your wet face. Slugging over you, he slurps your abused clit with tongue and teeth, telling you he's going to have fun fucking your sopping pussy, but only if you're sweet enough to squirt in his mouth like a dirty little slut first. And that if you don’t give him the taste his tongue yearns for, he's not only going to lap and pinch your clit, but stuff your cunt with a thick tremoring egg and sit on your little face until you do.

Of course, it’s never just a threat, and soon he’s pushing the round tip between your folds until it's fully nestled inside you. Smiling while sucking your clit, chuckling some at how your hips jutter involuntarily at the feel of it coming – telling you you're so cute for resisting while his cock leaks precum onto your tits with the feel of your little wet moans tickling his rim.

Pulling out the egg after finally getting his will, he sucks both you and it clean while your little hole flutters in wait for him. He chuckles softly at the messy wet sight before skewering the bulb into your ass and turning the vibrations back on.

He gets off your flushed face, licking the insides of your mouth in a devouring tongue kiss as he plunges his needy cock all the way inside to the hilt in one fell swoop hitting your cervix so hard you scream.

Sobbing open-mouthed, you receive all the spit and filthy words he pours onto your tongue while fucking your cunt fast and mercilessly – his groans nothing short of animalistic at the feel of the shivering egg in your ass, making everything tense and tighter.

His hands back on your tits, kneading them until they throb while pounding you like he’s a hound in his rut – sharply stabbing and only coming to a halt once he’s pumped a thick load into your womb – hips stuttering against you – breaths wasted and shuddering as he licks your face, pinching and pulling on your poor nips, completely lost in how good it makes you squeeze him in return until he’s finally dumped all his cream inside your flutter.

tip-jar: Kofi

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Friends ... Have you ever thought about TechSupport!Kirishima, that's too fucking hot to be a computer nerd? Like you were completely taken aback when you saw his massive cock muscles. And like-wouldn't it be even crazier if y/n was kinda idk .... pervy 🥴

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18+NSFW|MDNI tw!AgedUp, dubcon?, pervyfem!reader, use of "spunk"😍, pussy drunk Kirishima, breeding, overstimulation, spitting, Kiri is a good boy

Imagine spending hours researching and compiling data for a report that’s due in the morning and just when you’re about to submit it into the database, the screen goes blank. You’ve literally been staring at a screen for hours. Crunching numbers and gathering evidence just for all your hard work to disappear.

What do you even feel in this moment? Nausea? Dread? Disappointment?

Anger.

Pure unadulterated anger that has you screaming at your monitor and throwing your stapler against the wall—which leaves at not-so-subtle hole that would definitely be coming out of your paycheck.

If I even still have a job in the morning.

Irritation bubbles underneath your skin in a way that has you fidgeting in your seat. Manicured fingers tap against the mahogany wood of your desk and the foot of your Louboutin pump digs into the carpet. Being the youngest executive at such an elite firm led to an overwhelming amount of pressure. Not to mention being the only woman on the board—that presented difficulties in itself. It’s like your male peers were just waiting for you to fuck up. Just prove yourself as the incompetent bimbo that’s no more than in office eye candy. Fuck—they were gonna have a field day with this.

You stared at the blank screen in utter defeat, thinking of how you’ll walk out of the boardroom carrying a box filled with office supplies and snacks in a dignified manner. Then, it hit you—a potential solution to your problem. The computer nerds in the IT department!

You nearly broke a nail lunging for your cellphone and placing the emergency order. The disinterested voice claiming to send someone “soon” had you a bit worried, but to your surprise there was a knock on your door five minutes later.

“Come in!” You chirped hopefully, praying that this scrawny little—

Wait a minute.

Is there a football tryout or something that you didn’t know about ?

“Hi there, I’m Kirishima. Nice to meet you. I hear you’re having some trouble with your laptop?”

Your jaw hit the floor when the 6’6 giant crouched over the threshold and into your office because there’s no way that this big brute of a man was some tech savant.

Well—brute might not be the right word. This guy had the sunniest disposition. Bright red hair pulled into a low ponytail. Radiant ruby eyes with flecks of blue that shimmered against the fluorescent lights. A gentle voice that was deep yet calming. And his smile–sharp pointy teeth that were perfectly aligned and sparkling white, framed by the plushest set of pink lips that you’ve ever seen. So, brute might not be the best word to describe this guy. At least not from the neck up. But from the neck down…

Well, that was a different story.

The man was MASSIVE. Everything about him was big. And I do mean everything. That thin light blue polo and tight khaki slacks held little to the imagination. The fabric was stretched so tight over the expanse of muscle it looked as if it was painted on. To make matters worse, you could make out the faintest lines of black ink peaking underneath his sleeve and slightly above his collar hinting at some ornate chest plate that made him impossibly more desirable.

“You work in IT?” Kirishima winced at the accusatory tone and scratched the back of his head. “Heh-yeah. I know I’m a little young. I just started today but I promise I can get the job done!” He chuckled nervously, completely oblivious to the fact that you weren’t confused by his age. Hell—he looked to be about the same age of you and you’d never discriminate on someone based on their age. Or anything at all for that matter. It just that—he’s so hot.

Oh fuck, well now I’m no better than the assholes I work with.

“No. No. I was just a little taken aback is all.” You threw your hands up and smiled, which made him visibly relax, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’m kind of counting on it”. Kirishima nodded with a bright smile plastered on his face and headed towards your workstation.

The redhead had the issue resolved in a matter of minutes. Saving you from corporate humiliation and help wanted ads. You were so happy you could kiss him—which is exactly what you said and turned him into a flustered mess. “I- Me- No- that’s just my job!” His voice cracked and he flushed a deeper shade of red that crawled up his neck and covered his cheeks and ears. He was so embarrassed. Is blushing considered manly? But what man in their right mind wouldn’t get nervous around such a gorgeous woman.

Everything about you was perfect. First and foremost, you were this powerful exec who had to be some sort of genius because there’s no way that you were older than him. Then all the other stuff. Beautiful face. Angelic voice. Sweet laugh. Kind smile. A plush body that looked so soft—

“Kirishima?” your bubbly voice yanked him from his brief, and slightly inappropriate, departure from reality. It’s not okay for him to think of his higher ups like that. No matter how sweet your perfume smells or how tiny you are compared to him. He just got this job and there’s no way he could fuck it up by being unprofessional. So, he cleared his throat and said his goodbyes. Hoping to keep his interactions with you to a minimum, lest he be tempted…

But you had other plans.

You see it’s hard being a successful businesswoman and finding a guy that checks all your boxes. The guys you worked with were all arrogant assholes who made jokes about you being their housewife. But Kirishima was so different! He revered you and always treated you with the upmost respect. A perfect gentleman that never stepped out of line no matter how hard you pushed him.

All those urgent calls that you sent in requesting him specifically because “he was such a good worker”. When actually all you wanted was to watch his red brows furrow when he scratched his head trying to figure out how you managed to get 17 different malware prompts that each lead to some dead end. Little did he know, you asked your best friend Mina to send some codes your way that would give you a chance to ogle the redhead cutie. Pushing up against him while you peered over his shoulder and pretended to be interested in how he was fixing something you’d purposely broken.

It was fun too.

He always got so nervous and flustered. He’d avert his eyes and not so discreetly adjust himself when your soft breasts pushed against his skin. Sometimes he’d audibly gulp when you’d run your French tipped nails down his toned arm. His attraction was obvious, but he never made any moves. So, one day you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Wow—I’ve never seen anything like this. Your motherboard is completely fried. We might need to get you a whole new set up”. A theatrical gasp sounded from your chest. “Oh no, That’s awful!” You exclaimed, as if you didn’t disassemble the whole thing and drench it in iced coffee before you called him over. “Yeah—he shook his head, “but it’s not too big of a deal. I’ll just run over to the tech department grab everything”. You hummed, biting your lip, and chewing on the tip of a pen in a way that shouldn’t have made his pants tight. God—he hoped you didn’t notice, but of course you did.

“Hey, Kirishima… Why don’t I come with you? I can help you carry everything”. His eyes widened comically, completely taken aback at the thought of your tiny self lifting more than a finger. “Oh no! It’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”. You pouted, fingers twirling around a tendril of hair and took a step closer to him, so that the two of you were standing chest to chest. “Well at least let me keep you company”.

The wet squelching of your sopping cunt reverberated off the walls lewdly paired by your sultry moans and Kirishima’s muffled grunts. Saliva spilled between your fingers from where your hand was pressed against his mouth that hung open in ecstasy. Big hands found purchase on the globes of your ass, not so much guiding—more like holding on for dear life while rode his dick. Bodies pressed together like the pieces of a puzzle in the cramped space of the equipment room.

Vermillion stands fell freely against his tanned skin and clung to the sweat beading against his flesh. Slowly—you whined your waist, drawing circles against the meaty cock that was bruising your cervix. A shudder ran down the redhead’s spine and his hips spasmed up into your heat, making your core clench around him. Slick saturated his thighs, pooling in the tufts of curly black pubes nestled above his engorged balls.

Leaning back slightly—you rolled your hips at a new angle that pushed and pulled Kirishima’s dick simultaneously. He whimpered loudly against your hand. Too pussy drunk to care about getting caught fucking his superior in the middle of the day. “Shh-“ you cooed, tightening the hand against his mouth. “You have to be quiet, baby. You can be a good boy for me, yeah?”. He nodded immediately, fighting the intense urge to scream your name because he was so willing to prove his obedience. Be your good boy. You chuckled, cunt spasming at the desperation in his red eyes. You’d never felt so desired. The way Kirishima gazed upon your face made you feel like some masterfully crafted work of art. It was like you were the only girl in the world. The only thing that mattered to him was your beautiful face and angelic cunt, milking his balls dry and bouncing on his dick to the point of overstimulation.

Tears fell from his eyes and his heart beat in time with each wet slap of your cunt. Even though your pussy was so filled with spunk that it dribbled down your legs—you never stopped bouncing. Cupping his balls with your free hand to squeeze him dry. You moved your hand just in time to hear his pornographic moan as his hips stuttered, shooting blanks into your gushy center.

He looked so pretty. Eyes rolled to the back of his head and mouth hung open with drool on the sides. Never one to miss out on a great opportunity—you leaned forward and slowly dribbled saliva down his throat, which he swallowed hungrily. It was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Moaning and whispering words of praise while Kirishima whined and whimpered your name.

You clung to one another for what felt like hours before the red head broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“So umm—would you like to maybe go on a date?”

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