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p.3 himbo!kirishima x petite!reader (gymbros series: rest day)

featuring aged up!kiri with growth spurt and long hair. i've actually had this in the drafts for a couple years, it's just that i didn't write an exposition and got straight to the point lmao. next part is on the way

warnings. nsfw, nearly f! oral, grinding, biting, mentions of mathematics

details. nsfw / gymbros with benefits/ aged up!kiri / fem!reader / mentions of f! masturbation / almost facesitting / mutual size kink / shy reader / support course student!reader / scars thirst / sharp teeth thirst / bakugou doesn't knock / 4.5k words

🤍 scenario series. part one / part two / kiri headcanons

more links. my ao3

The next few workouts grew increasingly more distracting and less efficient. Kirishima made it a point to talk more, get closer to you when not always necessary, and encourage you in ways he wouldn't use with other people who came to join.

You had moved to working out with varying amounts of Hero Course students that he introduced as his friends, too, all eager to meet you, in the Hero-specific gym.

This night wasn't the first time you visited his dorm room. The first was about five days prior when he invited you up to take a shower in his room.

Nothing 'happened,' but the whole experience was enough to fuel your fantasies for a few nights and make it evident that he wanted you, very badly and under any tangible excuse, in his bedroom.

It was Thursday night, and you had next to nothing else to do, so when he called, you picked up after a few rings and a deep breath.

(Y/n)!

He sounded so happy to say your name.

"Eijiro!" You smiled, not quite as excitable, but you did your best.

You busy tonight?

He laughed just off of the microphone, and you heard some other voices. He told one of them to shush, and another to go away. Your brow furrowed. It was one thing if he wanted you to come over, but another if you were hanging out with his friends.

Hello?

"Depends," You trailed, fingers fidgeting with your pajamas.

Iiiii was just wonderin' if you'd come hang for a while. No workout or anything.

His voice was a little sing-songy. It was extremely cute. While you were trying to rub the smile off of your face, he continued.

Just us.

"Yea-h," You answered, breathless.

It took a while to get ready to your liking after he let you off the phone. Thankfully, you showered earlier, so in the time it took to get dressed and out the door, he called again to ask if he needed to come get you.

You told him that wouldn't be necessary, as flattering as it was, and it took another minute to get him to hang up.

The Support Course housing wasn't too far away from his, you knew the way, and it was certainly not a dangerous walk, but when you turned the only corner of the walk, a familiar heavy-footed redhead was there to take you the remainder of the way.

"I should've walked with you the whole way!" He insisted when you told him his chivalry was appreciated, but not needed.

Surely he had safety as a primary concern. His Hero-centered brain was certain something might happen on the ten-minute walk over.

It was an animated walk to the dorms with this chatterbox next to you, but nothing compared to the chaos inside. Most students were gathered in the common area, loud and boisterous, all confirming your anxieties.

Kirishima picked up on this and kept a hand on your shoulder as you both passed, mostly unnoticed, through the busiest area near the entryway.

When the door closed, and the moment of relief was gone, you were a bit unsure of yourself. His company in public, or the gym, was one thing, but completely alone, behind a door?

You texted a friend where you were just in case.

But upon further inspection, he had prepared a silly movie and some snacks for you. His beanbag was what you were most excited about, but you kept it cool and only sat down at the soonest opportunity it could look natural. He took a seat on a small mat next to it and leaned on the bag. He was too big to share it with you but still wanted to be close.

The movie was menial compared to how much you both talked through it.

You got on the topic of perception and types, attractiveness, and the like. He had a difficult time understanding how you found him pretty and manly.

"What?" He laughed; he'd never been called that before. He liked it, but prompted you to explain.

He twisted his body to meet yours, already close on the floor right next to you.

"Well, you know-- you know," You tried to express, hand darting back to your side after leaving its resting place on his massive shoulder.

It was so much harder to compliment him when he wouldn't just take it. You sunk lower into the beanbag.

Part of him knew, you could hear it in the clip at the end of his sentences, a subtle request for you to keep making a fool of yourself.

"I don't think I do," He nabbed one of your wrists, his smile spreading when he found a similar one on your face and placed it back on his shoulder.

His eyes were eating you up, the inside of his own cheek offered as tribute in order to satiate his nerves.

"Well," You pushed a curious thumb into his ample flesh and tried to control a quick sigh, "You're... attractive."

"Attractive?" Kirishima repeated, amused and intrigued by your slow admission.

Quicker, a little panicked, you tried to rationalize it out loud, "Yeah, my friends think you are-- you're conventionally attractive, like it's not a secret or anything, everyone thinks you're hot."

An unsure hand slid, pressing here and there, over his squishy, thick bicep. You could barely fit your fingers all the way around it. There were an array of stretch marks, dark to light, all over his arms, chest, and on his tummy.

Maybe mentioning your friends was a wrong move, because now it sounded like you had gushed about him and showed pictures of him-- something you totally did do, but he didn't need to know that.

In your quick explanation, you couldn't keep quiet because you didn't want to hear his reply yet, so you just kept going, "A tall guy with huge muscles, and-- a big smile, with good hugs, who's really sweet, and considerate, and is open-minded and asks questions. I mean, who wouldn't like you?"

You had to suck in a breath, and in doing so, realized everything you said just as he did.

"Well, you make a pretty solid case," He laughed. He was blushing-- blushing, and had to look away from you.

This wasn't your first rodeo with a big guy, but it was certainly the most exciting. There was something about his soft, silly demeanor that held a chokehold on your heart.

He stood up and offered a hand to take you with him. But he pulled a tad too hard and you stumbled against him. He smiled, bashful still.

"What-uh, what else do you like?"

Your head was spinning. Maybe he wasn't so confident? Was that it? You were usually the one to break eye contact, but your clumsy, stupid words seemed to unlock the key to a shy side.

"U-hm," Eyes and fingers flitted up to his chest, then his broad shoulders, "I like... how strong you are."

Big hands squeezed around your waist, setting off a flurry of butterflies, and kept you plastered across his front, instead of your attempted distance.

"'Shouldn't tell me that," He muttered, fingers locked around each other on the curve of your spine.

You wanted to feel everything while you could-- you directed your touch to the back of his neck, and reached up as far as you could go with a face of focused concentration. Your voice was quiet, far away.

"Why not? It's true."

The grip pulling on you shifted and in seconds, he muscled you up by the ass to sit on his hips-- your thighs squeezed him but didn't need to when his grip was forcing you so hard against his cock.

He made a toothy grin at your shifting around, frantic grabbing, and looking down at the distant floor, "Gotta stay humble, man."

"Shut up," You couldn't look at his blacked-out pupils, so you opted for his mouth instead.

There were little scars all over his bottom lip, and when you started to glance around his handsome face, you realized there were many more.

You adjusted your hands around the back of his neck and, in the process of studying him, found a bigger one.

"Your eye," You took a thumb to his brow, concerned despite his small chuckle.

He closed his eyes to let you check out the shape, and you noticed he had a crooked nose. It looked like he'd broken it a few times, actually.

"That's from forever ago-- just my own shitty Quirk--,"

"Your Quirk isn't shitty." You stated, surprised a Hero Course student would bash on their own Quirk so casually.

His Quirk was, honestly, pretty cool. You wished you could do half of the things he could, and you were sure countless other students in his class felt the same way.

You rolled your hips up to lock your legs, "I like your Quirk."

He was so hot and firm, it was distracting-- you immediately needed to know if it would fit. A breathy laugh pushed past his lips and he looked down, away from you, with an identical thought.

Your lips were barely an inch apart when he looked back up, conflicted and bothered in many ways.

"I really like when you do that," He muttered, focused entirely on your glossy bottom lip.

You did a lot of things but boiled it down to either the grinding or the compliment.

"I...really like you, too--"

For some reason, his trailing off sounded like he was about to say 'but,' which didn't make any sense. You started to frown. You thought all the feelings were pretty uncomplicated, here.

"--But I wanted to take you to dinner, first."

A smile that was so big it hurt stretched across your face. That was the cutest, hottest thing you ever heard.

Your palm flattened against the side of his head and he followed your gentle lead, like a puppy on a leash, just happy to be there. Happy to please.

You considered it, only because he looked genuinely apologetic.

But he adjusted you a little on his hips, and his fingers were edging onto your bare skin, and you lost your train of thought.

"We can worry about dinner tomorrow," A mumbled solution was quickly swallowed by his hungry mouth-- you quickly learned that he was a messy kisser, but didn't have the energy to care.

Strawberry lipgloss smeared to oblivion, he left you breathless and pained when he pulled away to sit down and enjoy your flawless neck.

His lengthy time there, hands clawing the plush of your ass, forced you to sit still and pretty on top of his confined cock.

You pushed your forehead onto his oversized shoulder, panting already at the restraint and realization that you'd have to go out in public with huge splotches of purple and green all over your neck.

He sunk his teeth into you and closed his jaw, leaving deep, puffy lines in your skin-- you squirmed away with a shaky sound, but were only met with a forearm barring you in by the lower back.

"If you don't like it rough, you can always tell me to stop," He reminded you, playful and a little condescending.

If he was going to be filthy, you wanted to return the energy.

"Mm-mm," While he was more maneuverable, you took the opportunity to press another deep, needy kiss on his big, scarred lips, "Put those teeth to good use."

Kirishima almost shied away from your sugar-sweet tone, your sudden confidence in the face of words that he had to craft very carefully. His saving grace was your subtle confirmation.

"I knew you had a thing for my teeth," He stole a few more giggly kisses and was sure to carefully take your bottom lip.

It was technically a lie-- he didn't come up with that theory on his own. Sero had to bring it up with him after he noticed your fixation.

"I've got a thing for you," You admitted.

Your hands explored his broad back, trying to fight your squirming as he switched sides and started high on the other side of your neck. His excited chuckles buzzing against your heated skin were not making it easy.

His long hair kept getting in your face. Instead of blowing the locks away, you tracked your fingers up through the back and tugged it away, but it elicited an almost automatic motion in his hips, up into you.

You laughed at his failed grab up at your fist and, with the same mocking tone he used with you, chirped, "If you don't like it rough..."

"God, you're funny too--," Kirishima sighed and pulled your shirt over your head before you could object.

"Oh."

He must not have realized your common choice to go braless beforehand, because your blank torso left a funny, flushed look on his face.

It was hard to tell, though, and your immediate understanding of his surprise demanded an apology and crossed arms with an uncomfortable chuckle, "Sorry-- I think you've got me beat in cup size."

"No-nono, they're great, fantastic, amazing," He pulled on your arms and explained so quick you had to read his lips to understand him, "I didn't mean to- I'm just-- happy I don't have to struggle with a clip."

You had to wonder how many girls he'd been with, what his expectations were, because he clearly had some experience.

As he hoisted you up, light as a feather to him, to put you on your back, you wondered if he was good. If he'd be patient with the best and worst parts.

The mattress groaned beneath his weight as he wasted no time to shift over your pretty, raised chest. When he put a fraction of his body on you, you almost gave the same reaction.

His lips and tongue on your sensitive bud almost convinced you to not ask, but your body was screaming for him to get off.

"How much do you weigh?"

You raked your fingernails through his scalp with a labored inhale and felt him smile.

"290[131 kg], around there." He kissed the bitemark he left on your breastbone and switched sides.

Half of the time, you couldn't fathom how massive he was in comparison to you, so you didn't try. But now, with practically nothing else to do than compare, it was mindblowing.

If he wasn't careful, he might risk seriously injuring you. Rough, for his size and strength, might actually be dangerous. You cringed at how unsexy it sounded to suffer a torn muscle or a broken bone because you didn't know each other's limits.

"Still not where I want to be," His canine almost clipped you as he spoke, forcing you to flinch, "Trying to get to 300."

Your thighs squeezed around his torso, shamefully turned on by the risk. He made a grumbly, understanding groan on your breast with a dose of intense eye contact.

"You like big guys, huh?"

You huffed and pushed on his enormous shoulders, "Obviously."

Another kiss to the center of your chest gave way to lower and lower toothy, ruttish kisses. He loved the way you fueled his ego by acknowledging his size.

"Can I--," You sighed, not wanting to be picky, but concerned for your pussy with his combined leverage and clumsy habits in this position, "Can I sit on your face--?"

"Yes."

That was a lot easier than you anticipated. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, determined to not let you move without his manual aid, and fell onto his back.

He was very pretty under you.

Hair splayed out, at least before he started to tie it up, his impressive body all exposed for you to admire and touch, his eyes glued to only you.

You didn't want to part from the print in his sweatpants, perfectly content grinding on it instead, but he hooked his hands beneath your thighs and pulled you up.

As disappointed as you were to part, you knew you needed this so it'd fit easier.

It took a moment to find the tiny zipper of your skirt, but when you did, Kirishima moved your hands away and did it himself, grinning at your cute frown.

"You gotta get used to me doing things for you, baby," He dropped them off of the side of the bed.

"Baby?" You repeated to yourself, more focused on the name and insinuation that he wanted to do this regularly than his head between your thighs.

He brought you out of your spinning head with a long, slow kiss to your thigh, longer and slower than he originally intended, because now he wanted to mark all of you up.

Another bite reminded you--

"Be careful with your teeth- please."

The chewing on your other leg paused, and he chuckled against it, "Of course."

A slow, gentle kiss through your thin, soaked undies, "I'm real careful when I wanna be."

Your posture struggled to stay up already. You took a fistful of his hair and screwed up his ponytail as his arms held you down, fingers hooked into the fabric.

The sharp, invasive noise of a door opening and a familiar, scratchy voice shot your body with a stiffness you had never felt before.

"Hey Dumbass, let's get this over with already, I wanna--,"

Two pairs of red eyes widened at the same exact time as you caught your breath to scream bloody murder.

Kirishima pushed you into the mattress with a Hero-like quickness, shushing your shrill curses and smothering your body with his comforter and own body.

It was far too late. Bakugou was standing stock-still at the open door, hand struggling to find it again in order to close it, while he stared open-mouthed and beet red at his buddy.

Despite you yelling at him to get out, fuck off, get lost, and the like, he only listened to Kirishima when he was told to, 'Wait outside the door for a sec, man.'

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," He leaned over you, breathing hard and on the verge of tears, "It's okay, you're okay--,"

"It's not!! It's not! You didn't lock the door?!"

"The dorms here don't have locks," He explained, way too calm for your liking.

You repeated, 'Don't have locks,' until you could find another thing to focus on.

"He saw me," You got worked up again, sniffling, "He--,"

"Awww, nonono," Kirishima lifted you up into a strong hug and kissed the side of your head, "I promise he doesn't care, baby. He's not that kinda guy."

It was too much, you were just with him in the gym and now he saw you, completely nude, sitting on his best friend's face. You wanted to leave immediately.

"I'm gonna talk to him, okay?"

He tried to let you go, but you stayed latched on, making him laugh. He grabbed a stray shirt from his bedframe and smelled it, then offered it as a replacement.

You first wiped the tears off of your face with it, hasty and angry, then mumbled as he stood back up, "Beat him up or something."

"I'll try," He joked and gave your leg a little rub before leaving to meet Bakugou in the hall.

His absence was sobering.

The very first thing you did was shimmy yourself into his gigantic t-shirt, with an obnoxiously long inhale through the dark grey cotton. His scent was like a shot of morphine.

Then, you sat very still, his collar over your nose, comforter still confining you like a caterpillar, to listen to the sounds of hushed voices right outside the door.

Why the hell didn't you knock--?

Don't get pissy at me! You're not supposed to have chicks in your room!

Bro, you KNEW how I felt and you KNEW she was over.

And YOU knew that Stats assignment was due at six. YOU asked ME to come over at 5.

It wasn't quite Kirishima throwing punches, but he did sound upset for you. You linked your fingers together and stared at the door.

I thought I made it pretty clear what I'd be doing for the next few hours, man.

No, No, No, and you still haven't. Looks like you beat the shit out of her! What the hell is on her neck?!

Dude, come on, you've never seen a hickey? Oh, waaait--

Don't.

There was a moment of tense quiet, and you were still holding out hope for Kirishima to kick his loud friend's ass, but it never came.

Let's just hurry this up.

The doorknob twisted then returned without opening. You pulled the shirt back down where it was supposed to go. More heated words, then Kirishima reappeared with an initial look that could kill. It was replaced with a polite, mom-pleasing smile at you.

"Hi," He waved, then glanced behind the door, "I hate to ask, but--"

"Move." Bakugou reappeared and didn't even spare a glance in your direction.

Despite Kirishima's warnings, went straight to the desk and sat a bag down, his permanent grumpy face no indicator of what he was thinking or what he felt.

Instead of joining him, Kirishima sat on the mattress next to you, found your skirt in the process, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Like I said, he doesn't care," He rolled his eyes back to Bakugou, then sighed at how adorable you looked in his bed and the blunt pain in his pants.

His hand rested on the side of your face, the pad of his thumb dusting over your puffy bottom lip. He leaned in to kiss you.

"Oh my god, let's go," Bakugou clicked on the online assignment.

"Would you chill the fuck out?" Kirishima spat, his face dropped to one of bitter annoyance.

Red flag or not, you couldn't tell through your rose-colored glasses. You liked how upset he got over not spending alone time with you right now.

Even Bakugou, who knew him a lot better, a lot longer, than you, looked surprised to hear that tone leave his mouth.

Ever trifling, he shook it off and reminded him as he walked over, "Coulda done this shit two weeks ago."

As they shared more passive-aggressive words, you realized all you could do was sit there and stare at a wall. Your phone was on the desk next to Bakugou's hip, so there was no quality distraction for you.

You started counting the stripes on your skirt, then pleats, then stitches.

That got boring, so you started trying to look at what was on the shirt he gave you. Some old red guy.

He had the same old Hero on a few posters in his room. Crimson Riot-- you realized he must've modeled his whole Hero theme from him. The name and vibe were pretty similar.

He had a lot of pillows. Your understanding was that guys usually had two, or just one. But he had seven on his bed. Maybe he had sleeping problems? Or maybe he just liked pillows. Hopefully not like that.

You wondered why he kept someone like Bakugou around as a best friend. You were still pissed off at him, so it was hard not to stare, but you could get away with steeping in your frustration a while longer.

Not only was their Class better-known throughout the school for being really stupid and really great, but Bakugou was the acme of stupid and great, so every rumor and preconception you had was confirmed, so far, with his behavior. Just as much of an asshole as everyone says.

But it must've meant something that Kirishima liked him. Either Kirishima was meaner than he was letting on, or Bakugou was nicer. You hoped it was the latter.

They were stuck on a problem, and while Kirishima didn't seem to care so much, Bakugou was losing it over his own answer being wrong.

Apparently, their assignments had slightly different questions. Modeled the same, but with different values. And Bakugou couldn't figure this one out.

You got tired of hearing him repeat himself, how he had to be right, how the person who made this version of the assignment put something in wrong.

Although you had different teachers for Statistics, the material couldn't have been entirely dissimilar. You stood and realized you didn't even need the skirt-- his shirt was like a sundress.

"I didn't think Hero Course students took normal subjects," You tiptoed over to the desk, on the opposite side as Bakugou, and kept your eyes fixated on the problem on the screen.

Maybe if Kirishima wasn't distracting you, you weren't distracting him.

You mumbled under your breath, "Events which occur randomly... rate r counted over... period of length s so... event count X is Poisson...Find P of X is 2, X is... okay, ummmm," You tucked your lip between your teeth and stole the paper from Bakugou's side to record all of the given elements of the question.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as you started explaining in much clearer detail what they all stood for, why it seemed like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, and answered his sometimes mind-bogglingly stupid questions with enviable patience.

It was starting to become obvious that Kirishima was not perfect. He even struggled with basic math.

One could argue that based on the number of times you caught him looking at the hem of his shirt on your thigh, it was safe to assume that maybe he had something else on his mind, too.

"Sooo, that would mean...?"

Kirishima leaned forward, two strong forearms on either side of you, to type his answer into the box.

Your tummy was doing flips as he rolled his chair closer, face pressed into your waist.

A little green checkmark appeared. He pulled you in by the opposite hip and kissed your side while Bakugou snatched up the work you helped Kirishima do.

"You're such a good teacher," Was mumbled low and smiley into the softness of your waist-- you cringed away, but once again, he held you still.

Bakugou didn't acknowledge it. But he didn't shoo you away or make any comments when Kirishima tugged you into his lap.

First, you shoved his shirt down so there wasn't a repeat of last time, and then, you tried to keep your pitiful protests to yourself once he started bouncing his leg up and down.

He pressed you to the edge of the desk so he could still write and type while Bakugou basically just told him what to do.

After that question, there weren't any more mistakes that needed fixing.

Which was fortunate considering that you would be incapable of forming a cohesive sentence. The constant force of his thigh was absolute heaven against your neglected pussy.

You kept face until Bakugou began to gather his things to leave. When he turned to place a textbook in his bag, Kirishima snaked an arm around your waist and started to add to the marks he left on your neck earlier.

Your thighs squeezed and you clawed at his knee and his wrist. He bit your ear in return and shoved his face into your hair.

The blond slung his bag over his shoulder.

Kirishima briefly came back to the real world with a quick dap-up and, "Take care, dude. See ya tomorrow."

"Yeah," Bakugou glanced at you, then back at his buddy, "Be safe."

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 3 months

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Man I Hate This Part of Texas….

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The day wasn’t supposed to end like this. But you knew what you signed up for the day you walked into that entrance exam, the day you signed your life away with a warranty to be a hero.

A hero saved people. A hero died for them. You thought you would have been prepared.

But waking up that morning was perfect, tuffs of blonde and red hair stuck in the kitchen and bickering on what to make you.

But now here you were, eyes half closed and bloody while bleeding out in rubble and just wanting for the comm in your ear to shut up.

It wasn’t Eijirou or Katsuki voice in the com, some side kick from your guys’ agency to young for the battle field.

You took a hit for them, and now you wouldn’t make it home.

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Close my eyes and fantasize….

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Your eyes couldn’t help but flutter shut as everything fell silent.

The ringing of the com faded out, screams of civilians and the feeling of the sidekick trying to stop the bleeding.

The bleeding…the blood.

It was red like Eijirou’s hair and red like Katsukis eyes and it felt so warm like them it felt like it was dragging you down.

You were drowning in it, crimson red pooling into your lungs with no way out.

Your eyes finally fell, the helicopter above drowning out as your chest stilled, and your heart beat faded to nothing.

Captured on film for Eijirou and Katsuki to watch on the news at home.

A home you would never go back to.

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Three Clicks And I’m Home.

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It felt normal.

Feet padding against the hard wood floor you bickered with Katsuki for months while house hunting before settling.

Your keys jingled in the lock as you twisted the door, warm and worn out as you listened to the yelling on the inside that felt oh so normal.

“That’s not how you do it, you dumbass!”

You almost let out a small snort of laughter as you listened to Bakugous angry yells to your red headed partner. You lingered in the hallway, everything on the outside of the house a blinding white.

“But- oh, hey, honey! You’re home!” Eijirou was going to argue back before stopping as he saw you standing stunningly in the doorframe.

“I am. What’s got your panties in a twist?”

You asked, smiling in amusement as your blonde lover narrowed his eyes at you as Eijirou wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side to plant a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Fucking Eijirou, that’s what. And you!” The blonde spit out, pretending to be angry but the kiss that followed quickly didn’t help his case.

You laughed under your breath as the offended red head bickered back, standing by the couches as you watched happily as they went on.

Purposely ignoring the flat lamp in the corner buzzing for attention to break you out.

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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It's alright, Sunflower

Me stepping out of my hiatus to write a Kiribaku comfort fic for one of my most devoted readers here on tumblr. *SIGH* I love yall so much, it makes me crazy.

In all real talk baby, @eijiandkatspebble, I don't mind. I'm sorry that happened to you and really, I don't mind writing one. We all need some comfort from our fav best boys.

Note: Depressed reader. Nicknames like "firework", "sunflower", "sweet-pea"

GN!Reader x Kiribaku

"I think it's happening again." Peaking over the edge of the doorway whispering was Kirishima. The redhead's wide red ruby eyes blinked as they watched the still form in their shared bed. He tilted his head in worry as his eyes furrowed. "They've been like that since we left, Katsuki. I'm worried."

Peaking over as well under the redhead was the blond head of puffy hair. Red crimson eyes stared at what Kirishima was looking at. His already scowling face only hardened when he understood the situation. He had a knack for these things, but the only issue was he never knew how to deal with them. When it came to feelings and mental health, he wasn't exactly the guy to call.

Kirishima straightened up, standing back straight in the hallway of their apartment. He sighed as he put his head back against the wall. The tall prohero put a hand through his thick red locks of hair as he looked up at the ceiling. "I wish they talked to us before things got this bad." He let out softly.

With a grunt, Bakugou straightened his own posture before walking to lean against the opposite wall to Kirishima, still able to watch your barely motionless form. "You know how hard it is for them to do that." He let out in an attempt of whispering but sounded more like his normal voice volume. "They... they just..." Bakugou couldn't find the words. He gripped his head for a moment trying to think. Yet everything he thought of whenever it came to when he was in a bad slump was either toxic, unhelpfull or caused a bigger mess than it would be originally. He let out a frustrated growl. "You go talk to them! You're better at the whole comfort stuff than me." He whisper shouted at Kirishima.

Kirishima opened his mouth to try and give Bakugou some credit but he wasn't exactly wrong. Kirishima nodded. "Fine." He let out. He however paused and pointed a finger down at the blond. "But we're talking about you later Katsuki, and don't you dare try and get out of it." He shut down Bakugou before he could even get a word out afterwards. The blond frowned and closed his mouth. He grunted almost disinterested. Kirishima just let out an amused scoff. He took a step forward and placed a kiss to Bakugou's forehead, cupping the back of his head gently. The blond briefly closed his eyes at the affection.

With that, Kirishima turned and entered the bedroom the three of you shared. He smiled softly as he walked over to the right side of the bed and gently sat down near you. You were bundled up in the middle. You could easily feel the bed dip under all his weight as he sat next to you. He placed a hand to your back gently. "Hey there, sunflower." He spoke softly with nothing but care in his voice. "You still there?" He asked.

You didn't move for a moment, not knowing if you even could. With a deep breath with all your might, you moved the blankets to allow your eyes to look up at him. Your eyes felt strained at the light coming in from the hallway contrasting to the dark abyss that was under the sheets. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment but weakly looked up at one of your partners.

Kirishima let out a soft humm as his smile broadened. He pet your head gently. "There you are. Thank you for doing that for me, sunflower." He stated, acknowledging how hard it must have been for you. "Can you talk to me for a second, sweet pea? Katsuki and I are worried about you." He told you honestly.

You looked down away from him. Your body felt so drained. Everything felt heavy and you weren't exactly sure if you could even speak loud enough for him to hear. But it was Kirishima. It was your Eijiro, who always cared to listen to you no matter how long it took.

You swallowed. "I'm sorry, Eiji." You whispered. "I don't know what happened today. I just..." Your heart felt too heavy to explain what was wrong. You sighed as a tear slipped from your eyes in tiredness but also in how drained you felt.

"Y/N, don't apologise. It's alright, Sunflower." He wiped your tear away. "We know how hard some days can feel for you. Don't worry, we understand." He affirmed for you. "Thank you for telling me, sweet-pea. That was really brave of you." He whispered down to you.

He carefully moved to scoop you up in his arms, keeping you bundled up in the blankets. He kept his strong arms around you as he kept your head against his chest. He hummed sweetly as he held you for a moment. You closed your eyes almost in pure relief that for a second, you felt warmness seep into your heart today.

Bakugou walked in with a bowl of soup. He held it safely in his hands with a spoon as he walked over to you and Kirishima. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to the two of you, holding it in his hands safely. He looked up at you gently. "I... I got soup." He let out trying his best not to sound too rough or loud for you. "I think you should eat, Y/N. You got to be strong, remember? You're so strong. You can't keep being strong if you're hungry."

Kirishima smiled at the blond. He looked down at you. You had a soft smile on your own face at Bakugou. He lifted up a spoon full of soup to your mouth carefully. You opened your mouth and allowed him to feed you gently. He had blown the soup to make sure it wouldn't be too hot for you. You could taste the familiar spicy tingle on your tongue (not too hot for you) that he would normally add to most of his food.

You swallowed and smiled. "Thanks, Katsuki." You whispered. You looked up at Kirishima. "Thanks Eiji."

Kirishima placed a kiss to the top of your head as he gently squeezed you in his arms. Bakugou huffed, his cheeks turning pink at the gratitude. He leaned forward to the both of you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Anything for you, sunflower."

-Glitch1d

#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #kiribaku x reader #kirishima eijiro #poly kiribaku #kiribaku comfort #mha kirishima #eijiro kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima imagine #kirishima fluff #kirishima comfort #bakugou fluff #bakugou comfort #kirishima x bakugou x reader

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luvbugs-blog · 3 months

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fic about kirishima where you guys are not dating, just talking, but then you make out in a hot tub and denki catches you guys

I CAN'T FIND IT PLS HELP ME WHO WROTE THIS

#eijirou kirishima imagine #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima imagine #kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima fluff #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro headcanons #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro x y/n #kirishima fluff #kirishima x y/n #kirishima eijirou

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thecuriousquest · 1 year

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You Could’ve Been Hurt, Pebble!

First Yandere post of this blog I’m trying to create. Ask box is open.

Yandere Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, NSFW (non consensual punishment spanking), chains, and slight manipulation/guilt tripping

Summary: Reader tries to escape and gets caught.

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“What’s going on, Pebble?” Kirishima called to you using your pet name.

You cringe and turn to face him. “I…I wasn’t…It’s not what it looks like.”

You shudder as he walks near you. He takes the bobby-pin from your hand and grabs you by the upper arm, ripping you away from the door.

“I do what I can to protect you, to provide for you, and this is how you thank me? After everything I’ve done for you? I thought you were finally making progress. Guess I was wrong.”

He marches you up the stairs and to the bedroom you two share. Pulling the chains out from under the bed, he turns to you, shoving the clinking metal in your face. “This is what we have to resort to now. You did this to yourself, Y/N.”

You cry out and plead, but he won’t listen to you. “Please, I’ll be good! You can’t do this to me!” You thrash in his strong grip as he forces you to the mattress. You almost kick him in the face when he reaches for your leg, but he grips your ankle before your foot makes contact with his nose. You feel the cold steel wrap around your ankle.

Trapped. Again. Just like the first time he brought you here.

Your arms cover your eyes as you lie on your back, crying until your head pounds with a migraine.

“Your punishment isn’t over yet, Pebble.” He looks down at you sympathetically.

Your glossy eyes gaze up at him, brows furrowing in curiosity. “This isn’t it?” You refer to the chain keeping you bound to the bed.

“Well, it’s part of it. Look, I’m gonna spank you.”

You try to back away from him, but he puts a hand on your hip and turns you over. He pulls your nightdress up to the small of your back.

“Kirishima, please, don’t do this! I’ve learned my lesson. You don’t need to…”

He pulls your underwear down and begins delivering a flurry of harsh spanks to your bottom. You struggle not to focus on the slaps, but short whimpers rise in your throat as you try to force them down.

“I’m doing this because I have to; because you made me. You could’ve been hurt, Pebble. Someone could have taken you.”

Oh, the irony of his words. If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d probably be laughing.

He begins to redden your thighs, especially the sensitive skin on the inside of your legs. He’s hellbent on covering every inch of your backside, making sure you’re spanked raw.

“You’re right! I shouldn’t have tried to run. I need you! Please!”

Kirishima sighs and strokes your hair. “That’s what you needed to be reminded of, Pebble. It’s alright. I’m here to take care of you. I’m here to protect you. Nobody will ever hurt you as long as I’m around.”

The redhead pulls up your underwear and adjusts your nightdress before getting into bed next to you. He pulls you close to his hard abdomen so that he can comfort you as you sob yourself to sleep.

“I love you, Pebble.” He nuzzles your ear with his nose and kisses your head.

“I love you too, Kiri.” Even if you don’t mean it, you have to say it. You don’t get a choice with him.

#yandere #kirishima imagine #eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima imagine #mha eijirou #my hero acedamia #yandere kirishima #manipulation

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sun-moon-and-star-eater · 1 year

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idk. i just feel like ejirou kirishima is the kinda guy to wear dog tags. not for sentimental reasons or because they were passed down to him. just cause they look cool. he puts them in his mouth n bites them n shit.

#kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima headcanon #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima imagine

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 11 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou loves you so much, he just can’t help but fuck you stupid.

Props to my beta reader for today @lovinglyselfish - thank you for your amazing help! Drop 'em a follow! :)

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The majority of your night is spent pressed underneath your himbo boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima, covered in sweat and out of breath. His hot, rock solid chest is pressed flush against your back as he fucks you raw, sharp teeth nipping and kissing at your neck and ear.

It’s like he’s in a daze, mumbling precious little “I love you”s and leaving evidence of his touch all over your neck and shoulders in the form of bite marks and dark hickeys that are sure to kick up quite the fuss in the morning. He fucks into you at a pace that has you aching all over, the rough slide of his dick against your pussy walls making even more of your slick drip down onto the sheets and run down his legs. He pants loudly and each quiet whimper that you hear from behind you has you squirming and clenching around him.

You’re so happy that he feels good, and that he wants nothing more than to be buried deep inside of you late in the night until the sun peeks through the slight gap in your curtains. It’s his favourite stress relief, to fuck you stupid like this.

Well defined hipbones, seemingly carved out of marble slam into your plush ass as he pistons his hips at a bruising pace. It’s been hours. Sweat drips down your brow and off the cupids bow of your lips, down to soak into the pillow, and you feel little droplets of what you assume is either sweat or your own juices running down the back of your thighs and pooling in the little dip at the back of your knees.

Exhaustion pulls at your heavy eyelids as your body is rocked forward with each powerful thrust, and you can’t think. Eijirou must’ve dumped his load inside of you without pause at least four times by now, but you lost count after the third hour. by your guess, you’ve been manoeuvred around the room and fucked on every possible surface for the last four and a half hours, and by now all you can do is moan like a pornstar and cry on your lovers cock.

You can feel him in your belly and you don’t even have the sense to be thankful that you’re on birth control. You want him to breed you full and keep you stuffed with his cum for the rest of your life. The only thing on your mind is him, and how good he makes you feel when he slams forward, pushing you into the bed and filling you up as yet another orgasm has you sobbing and biting your pillow, clenching around him and shaking almost violently. Your cunt spasms around Eijirou’s, now spent, cock and every movement from his end has you tightening so hard it’s almost painful.

Oversensitivity has you closing your thighs and trembling, mass amounts of cum and slick leaking from around his quickly softening dick, nestled comfortably inside of you, and you can’t even think to be happy that now you can get some much needed rest.

◃ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 ▹

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koishiro · 7 days

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Dating Kirishima Eijiro <3

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tiredcreatur3 · 2 years

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tw: breeding kink, sort of daddy kink, very filthy and needy kiri, unprotected sex.

needy pussy drunk kiri who cant keep his damn mouth shut. yes please.

“baby..” he whines out while his hips sloppily roll into you, damn near crying but oh you just feel so goddamn good, so warm and wet and welcoming, it’s addicting.

you cling to him, he clings to you, gently combing his fingers through your hair, not even daring to tug because as filthy as it is, he still wants to be gentle and loving while he fucks all the babies you’ve been begging him all day inside your needy cunt.

about that actually, you’ve been teasing him all day, whispering into his ear about how much you’d like to have a baby of his, how much you’ve been wanting to be a mommy finally. and of course, this man is a people pleaser, especially a pleaser for his lover and he’ll do anything for them. for you. his pretty little lady.

and it’s not like he doesn’t want you to have his child too. the image of you, all swollen and round with his baby? god, you can’t blame him getting all excited about that when you tease him all day.

and then there the two of you are, fucking like rabbits all evening, the male having came buckets already, it seeping out your sweet little pussy but he just can’t help it, he needs more, so much more.

your pussy’s just way too perfect for him, for his cock, he could watch himself slip inside your soppy cunt any time. you feel like heaven around him, loves it whenever you warm his cock while cuddling or whenever he just grinds into you without any meaning to finish.

“s-so fucking good..” he lets out shakily, trembling as he pulls his cock out just so the tip rests against your messy wet folds, smearing his cum anywhere he can, shaking and panting.

and you just stare up to him with such soft dazed look on your face, too stunned to let out anything but soft breathy moans, he looks so beautiful, so lost in pleasure. having such tall and big guy like him all pussy drunk and whining for your cunt must be the most endearing thing ever.

how his big hand paws at his own dick as he needily leads it back inside you, sinking so so deep with a shaky groan right against your ear, his tall figure towering over you.

“one more t-time, sweetie.. o-okay? daddy needs- it.” he sighs quietly and your tummy gets all tight, staring at how good he’s beating your cunt up, knowing that you’ll feel those harsh thrusts the next morning and it’ll be so fucking worth it.

#eijirou kirishima imagine #mha smut #eijirou x reader #mha eijirou #kirishima eijirou #kirishima smut

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mackenziebrooks · 1 year

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The moment Kirishima finds out that you haven’t been yourself lately, he immediately drops everything and he comforts you. He holds you in his muscular arms, strokes your hair and tells you the most sweetest things.

“It’s okay princess, I know some days you can’t help but feel like you’re not being yourself and it’s okay. I’m always going to be here to make sure that you are back to being you” he says softly.

You just smile softly and thank him for being there for you and comforting you. You never want to leave his arm, they were made for you to stay in and feel protected.

Once he knows he made you smile, he grins and tells you to pick out your favorite movie and he will get the popcorn and your favorite snacks.

He maybe ranked number four on the hero charts for everyone else in the world, but he’s your number one hero when you need him the most.

#ejirou kirishima #kirishima ejirou #kirishima bnha #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima imagine #kirishima x you #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #kirishima fluff #kirishima #kirishima eijiro imagine #ejirou x reader #MackTalks

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Day 7: Is this yours?

Dragon Kirishima x Human AFAB Reader

Your grandfather always warned you of the boys with giant smirks and playful eyes, but he never warned you about the kind ones with sharp teeth and dragon wings. 5.8k Warning: NSFW. SMUT. Cute passionate love, cause I was in a cutesy Eijiro mood. Also warning, DRAGON DICK.

You worked picking apples from the trees. It was hard work trying to get them all and collect them again, especially since it was just you working the fields recently, but someone had to get it done. It was hard work as the sun beat down against you, only making you hotter and lazier as you moved, trying to finish picking all the apples and throw them down in a basket. You stood in short overalls and a straw hat, standing on an old ladder to reach the top of the trees.

It was on days like this, you wished you could go out with friends or sit inside all day. You could only wish to wear their nice clothes and walk around town till your heart desired. However, doing that wouldn’t get money to put food on the table. It also would mean that there would be no one else to take care of the farm. There used to be multiple of other workers that worked the farm lands and the orchids too, but since the plague a few years ago, much help had dwindled. It was now all about taking care of one’s own family.

You sighed as you wiped sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. You looked down at all the apples you had picked down on the ground in the wooden sewn baskets. You carefully went down the steps of the ladder, thinking that you had collected enough to take back to the barn and come back with another set of empty baskets. You landed down on the ground safely. You placed your hand on your back trying to straighten up your posture. You didn’t need a bad back to come along with your problems. After a few seconds of rest and delay, you bent down to pick up one of the baskets.

“Uh... Excuse me.”

“Oh gods!” You nearly jumped out of your skin as you quickly turned around to face whoever had spoken to you.

Standing in front of you was a rather tall man, with round red eyes that seemed so soft and caring. He had long Redhair that cascaded down his back that matched his eyes, and surprisingly you also noticed the red flakes that seemed to decorate his skin. You had never seen a man like him before. He looked like he had muscle, easily he would be able to overpower you, but at the same time, he looked like he was thinner than he should have been. His eyes widened at your shout, noticing that he scared you. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologised with a bow of his head. He held a red apple towards you. “Is this yours?” He asked softly. It was surprising for you to hear such a soft voice out of a man who looked double your size. “I noticed it just a bit away from here and then I noticed you.”

You looked down at the apple. You had seen so many of the damn fruits, you weren’t exactly sure if that was the apple you pick fourteen apples ago or the very first one you had picked. You nodded. “Probably, how come?” You asked him as you flicked your gaze back up to him. The redhead looked down at the apple almost in disappointment, hearing that it was yours. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the fruit. You frowned. Poor guy was probably hungry. “Do you want it?” You asked.

His eyes immediately flicked up to you, having his entire attention on you. He nodded his head eagerly. He bowed at the waist. “Yes please.” He had great manners for his appearance. He stood in a loose old black tunic and brown pants. He was barefoot but he didn’t seem to mind all that badly. Surprisingly he didn’t have any sort of sun burn.

You smiled. “Well, you can have that one for now, but if you help me with my chores, I can get you more.”

He perked up at the mention of the deal. For a moment, he thought it over in his head before smiling. He nodded his head fiercely, seeing no problem with the deal and really eager to earn more apples. “That would be amazing.” He took the apple in both hands, making you realise how small the apple was compared to him, and he took a huge bite out of it happily. He smiled broadly with really sharp teeth. You heard a sort of purr sound come from him. From his ears and the horns on his head, you knew he wasn’t the least bit human. You wondered what race of creatures he belonged to. You watched him eat the apple very much happy.

While he did so, you turned your attention to picking up any stray apples and putting them in the apple baskets. When you were all done you found him finished with his apple. Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment, realising something. “Where’s the core of the apple?” You asked him with a furrowed brow.

He just looked at you lost at your question with a tilt of his head. “The what?” He asked you.

You opened your mouth to explain, but at the end you decided to leave it be. “It’s no matter.” You waved it down, having little concern. You then looked down to the two woven baskets. “I need your help carrying all these apples,” You lifted your head to point over to a red barn not too far away from where you were. “Over there.” You informed him looking over at the barn. You knew you would have to take strategic stops because of how heavy the apples were when in the baskets, but you didn’t mind all that much. “I’ll have to stop every now and then, but I’m sure if we pace ourselves well then we can- SWEET HOLY GODS!”

The redhead was carrying both baskets in his hands, effortlessly. One on each shoulder stabilised by one hand. He looked at you with a smile on his face. “So just over there?” He asked as he motioned to the barn. It was as if he wasn’t carrying apple baskets that no doubt weighted probably weighed more than an average person. With wide eyes you nodded as you started walking with him. He smiled as he trailed along with you into the sun out to the barn. “Oh!” He picked up as if almost remembering something important. He turned to look at you as best as he could with the baskets on his shoulders. “Forgive me, but I haven’t asked you your name.”

You chuckled and nodded your head to him, with a tilt of your hat. “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, big fella.” That made a sharp tooth grin come to his face. “What’s your name?”

He was silent for a moment, almost as if thinking of the answer. His eyebrows furrowed but then he seemed sure as he turned to look at you with a soft smile. “Kirishima... Kirishima Eijiro... I think.” He said looking away with furrow of his eyebrows. “Forgive me, but I am not fully sure if I may be telling you a fib.” He warned you with a small embarrassed laugh.

You tilted your head confused at his statement. “A fib?” You asked. “Do you not know your name?” You tried not to sound judgemental towards him.

“I’m not sure, to be honest with you.” He revealed to you. “All I know is that one day I woke up in the middle of the forest, alone and without my memories. Slowly I started to remember some bits and pieces from my past but they were not a lot.” He answered to you honestly.

“Oh dear, you poor thing.” You tapped his side gently, trying to be friendly. By the look on his face, he appreciated the gesture. “If you don’t have a place to go, we could always use some company and a pair of working hands.” You offered towards him.

Kirishima smiled down at you brightly. “Do I get more apples?” He asked excitedly. You were sure that if he could wag a tail, it would probably be wagging up a storm at the question.

You laughed with a bright smile on your face to which made him feel happier to hear and see. You nodded your head, affirming what he was saying. “Of course.” You assured him. “You can have as much as you’d like.” You promised him.

The two of you made it to the barn. You pushed opened the door and led him over to where you had put all the other apples. After placing the baskets down, the two of you continued to work until the sun was setting. With Kirishima around, you had finished much earlier than expected and even got to sorting apples. You led Kirishima back to the main barn house with a small basket of apples for the house itself. Sitting on the porch with a fluffy golden retriever at his feet, was your uncle. He wasn’t actually related to you but you knew him well enough to consider him family.

He was family.

You smiled at him. “Uncle Toshinori.” You greeted. Instantly the golden retriever lifted her head and noticed the new person accompanying you. She got up and quickly headed over to Kirishima. Kirishima looked down at her, his pupils widening in interest at the new animal friend. She barked and jumped, circling him in excitement. Kirishima smiled and went down to her level, patting her side. You motioned over to Kirishima. “This is Kirishima Eijiro. He’s been helping me with my chores today.”

The old man laughed. He had two longer strands of greying blond hair that framed his thin face. “I saw, young Y/N.” He told you amused. He turned his attention to Kirishima, who felt his blue-eyed gaze from where he was crouched. Kirishima smiled at the dog before standing back up straight to full height to look at Toshinori. The old man looked at Kirishima carefully, noticing his features. “You’re a dragon.”

You turned to Kirishima in surprise, having not figured that out yet. Kirishima nodded his head. “Indeed, I am, sir.”

“You’re a long way from home.” Toshinori spoke factually. He lifted a frail hand over to the right. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

Kirishima scratched the back of his head. “To be frank, I am not too sure. I lost my memories so I don’t remember my reason for being here.”

You turned to the older man and put your hands together. “Please Uncle Toshinori. Can Kirishima stay here just till he gains his memories back. He’s already said he can help around the farm until he wants to leave.” You begged him.

Toshinori shook his head at you but he chuckled. He wasn’t surprised and didn’t blame your reasoning. He knew you had a big heart, however, he also knew you were lonely here. He turned his gaze back to Kirishima once more. “Can you work hard?” He asked the dragon hybrid.

Kirishima nodded his head dutifully. “Till my last breath, sir.”

“Are you willing to learn?”

“Absolutely.”

Toshinori hummed for a moment, before nodding his head. “Alright.” He stated. “He can stay.” Both you and Kirishima bowed in gratitude to the old man. “But!” He interrupted the celebrations. He pointed a finger to Kirishima with an icy glare to his blue eyes. He was being deathly serious about his next statement. “You hurt my Y/N...” He started with a stoic tone. “And I will pluck every scale from your body one at a time. Do you understand me?” He asked.

Kirishima nodded his head furiously. “Yes sir.”

“Great!” You chirped out. You took Kirishima’s hand making his eyes go wide at the gesture. His big hand with small red speckled scales was so giant compared to yours. You dragged him forward. “Come on, Kirishima. I’ll show you to your room and get you a fresh change of clothes. I’m making apple pie!” You told him.

Kirishima had to bend down significantly to get through the doorway of your home. The sound of apples caught his attention. “Apples?” The large dragon asked looking down at you as you dragged him down the hallway.

Since then Kirishima had been an avid member of Plus Ultra Acres. He was an absolute darling and you wondered how men like him still existed. He was sweet, humble and always looking to help. He did his chores to perfection and even managed to find a way to befriend all the cows. However, the goats didn’t seem to like him all that much.

With his new overalls, a straw hat and boots, he was just like you. However, he was noticeable different. Especially after a few short months of farm work he easily thickened up, exponentially. It was as if he had a growth spurt. He had muscle to him. A lot of it, that went well with his already large demeanour. The two of you did much research on dragons and also relied on his memories and instincts. For example, his wings. They sprung up one day and you took (probably more than you should have) advantage of the fact that he could fly. Mostly by telling him to go pick the apples that you couldn’t reach or other fruits from trees.

The two of you, along with your happy golden retriever some days, were inseparable. It was almost as though the two of you had been friends for the longest of time. He was just so bubbly and sweet. Hell, it was like that with everyone Kirishima met, he easily became much of a town celebrity, being the first ever dragon to be in the town before. At first some were frightened of him due to his very large demeanour, but getting to know him, you would never believe that you were ever afraid of him. He was often off helping people with his unreal strength or tasting some new pastry or dish. He was just such a lively and friendly person, it was hard not to love him.

However, when all was said and done, he always preferred your company the most.

With him you could talk about anything. You could talk about when you were growing up, past relationships even something as stupid as fighting over flies versus bees. Admittedly, Kirishima was a bee patron but you think it’s just because bees wouldn't want to sting a dragon. With Kirishima he made life so much better. Just seeing him made you smile. Talking to him made your day better and being with him was as if you felt whole for the first time in your life.

You weren’t sure how to describe it, but looking at him made your heart swell and beat out of your chest. It made you feel as though you were the brightest star in the sky, the only flower in the field and the only diamond amongst stones. He treated you like royalty and with so much respect it often scared you and made you wonder whether you weren’t suffering from a long case of heat stroke and you were just imagining him.

“I’m pretty sure that one looks like a cow.” He pointed out as the both of you lay in a field of dandelions behind the farm just a bit in the forest, looking up at the stars. The both of you were stargazing tonight, the cool breeze from another long and hard day’s work always made staying outside better.

You giggled at his statement. “It looks more like a pig to me.” You told him putting your hands on your stomach.

Kirishima’s eyebrows scrunched up as he turned to look at you. “But when it comes to it, what’s the difference?” You giggled again at his question. Kirishima’s face softened at the look on your face as he watched you giggle and laugh.

“I think there’s a difference between a cow and a pig, Eijiro.”

“Meat is meat.”

You gasped. “Eijiro!”

He chuckled at your expression, finding it amusing. For a moment it descended back to comfortable silence with the sound of the crickets and the night. Kirishima looked down away from your face for a moment. “I... I remember something.” He spoke quietly as he looked away from you.

“Hm?” You turned to look at him, wondering what he remembered.

Over the course of the past year that Kirishima was with you, he started to remember bits and pieces of the past. Of his past. About how he got to where he was and where he came from. However, most of it was still a bit jumbled up... Or at least you thought it was jumbled up to him. Kirishima sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. “Back at home... on Dragon Island...” Kirishima started softly. “The stars... were much better than this.” He let out with a soft scoff. He opened his eyes once more, his gaze of a beautiful ruby red, looked up at the stars almost waiting for something more. “There were so many stars in the sky, that at night, you would hardly need a flame to see. The moon and stars were so big and beautiful, every night was like a festival of stars.” He reached a hand up and swiped it over the sky over the both of you. Just then a shooting star came flying by.

You gasped. “Kiri!” You let out excitedly. “It’s a shooting star! Make a wish.” You said as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you made a wish for yourself.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Make a wish?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Mh.” You opened your eyes done with your wish. “It’s said if you make a wish on a shooting star then it could come true.” You told him. “Don’t dragons worship the stars?”

“Uh...” Kirishima hesitated to respond to that. “We do, but it’s different. We pray to the god the Starry Flame, but we believe that the stars in the sky are dragons that have passed from this world and have return to live amongst the Starry Flame in the heavens.”

You looked up at the stars with a new light. You hummed. “That sounds comforting.” You spoke softly. “I don’t think we humans have that.” You told him. “But if we did, I think I would feel better knowing I could see my family in the stars after the plague.” You expressed to him, more for yourself than for him. Kirishima turned to you worried. He was always worrying about you. Especially when he found out that besides Toshinori, you would basically be alone. Before he could have time to do so, you turned to look at him with a forced smile on your face. “What about your family? Do you remember anything more about them?” You asked.

That’s when Kirishima truly hesitated. He pushed himself up as he looked down away from you. His red eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. He didn’t want to have this talk so soon, but it seems like it everything had a time and place. He sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he tried to find the words to tell you.

Your own eyebrows furrowed as you sat up as well. You looked to him worried. You placed your hand over his in the grass. “Kiri...” You spoke softly. You didn’t receive an answer. “Eijiro... I’m sorry if I touched a sensitive subject for you, I-”

“No, it’s not that.” He told you honestly. He tilted his head back to you. He waited a few seconds before facing you again fully. “Y/N...” He looked sad as he continued to talk to you. “My family... my parents... their alive, on Dragon Island. Or at least the last time I remember them being there.”

Your face brightened up at the happy news. “Well that’s amazing!” You smiled. “That means you can go find them, probably. It mean-”

“But what about you?” He asked interrupting you as his hand took your smaller one fully in his own, swallowing your small hand in his grasp. He looked at you seriously.

You looked down at your joined hands before looking back up at him. You tried to force a smile and a shrug. “What about me?” You asked him.

“I... I don’t want to leave you.” He told you honestly, looking down away from you with furrowed brows. “I really don’t want to leave without you.” His voice was soft and raw and honest. Your eyes widened in surprise at his confession. “I couldn’t have been so safe and looked after if it weren’t for you opening up your home and life to me. I... I don’t think I even wanted to remember anything about myself when there is you in my life to consume my days.” He smiled softly, that smile that always made your heart race and butterflies' storm in your stomach. “But... I know that there are responsibilities and people waiting for me back there...” He stated truthfully looking down away from you. “And you can’t leave Toshinori or the farm here either...”

You hesitated to speak as it once again descended into silence between the two of you. The clearing of dandelion flowers amongst the both of you, settled back into silence. “So... you’re leaving.” You spoke softly. He nodded his head sullenly.

You frowned but you turned to him. Deciding to take a risk. You brought a hand up to his face, forcing him to face you. You looked up at him, making sure to keep your eyes locked on him. You carefully went up onto your knees moving closer to him. Kirishima didn’t move unless you moved him. He didn’t say anything as he stared up at you as you straddled his waist. His eyes wide and his pupils dilated to look up at you with uncertainty and yet he wanted everything you were willing to give him. You both just stared at each other for a moment, your hearts beating fast and your hold on each other certain.

“Then... lets make the most of now.” You whispered down to him, placing both your hands to cup his face.

He placed a hand over one of your own. He closed his eyes for a moment, just a moment, before opening them once more to find your lips just a mere inch away from his. “Y/N...” He whispered. He smiled softly. “I guess it can’t be helped then.”

Not letting you respond, he wrapped his arms around you tighter as he filled the space between the both of you. Pushing his body up to meet yours. His skin was like fire against yours. Warm and comforting. It lit and unleashed the tension between the both of you in a way you couldn’t describe. You kissed him with all of your heart, trying to reach him closer than you already were to him. Kirishima placed his hands on your hips holding you down to him. You moved back for air for only a moment, and Kirishima was chasing your lips again. Moving to kiss you and hold you tighter. He felt like you were too far still. He didn’t want to drift away from you. You were the one certainty in his whole life right now that he just couldn’t bear to be wrenched away from.

He pulled your hips down closer to him. Your hands moved down his face, down his neck to his chest. You balled up the material of his tunic in your hands as you tried to chase the burning passion in your heart for him. You sighed, arching your back into him, feeling the tension and need start to build up in your body. “Eijiro...” You whispered to the heavens as his mouth moved down to your neck. He could feel the rushing of your heartbeat and pulse on his lips. His hands moved underneath your shirt. His calloused hands moved around your soft skin, feeling you underneath him. He sighed against your skin almost as if it was relief to touch you. You found yourself moving your hips around trying and searching for pleasure in his grasp. Everything felt too hot for you and yet not hot enough. You moved on of your hands into his thick locks of red hair, feeling the way he sucked on your neck, leaving marks on your skin.

Kirishima moved his hands up your body to your chest, grabbing and squeezing where he could. If this was the time he could hold you and be with you, he was going to treasure and feel as much as he could. A soft groan came out of Kirishima as your grinding had ended up down against his restricted hard cock. He bit his bottom lip as you seemed to also enjoy the place you were in on top of him. He didn’t stop your hips nor your movement, letting his hands feel your insistent gyrating of your hips. Kirishima wanted so much, but he didn’t want to be greedy. He didn’t want to just take and yet he knew you wouldn’t stop him. Yet he was holding back so much from instincts taking way.

He knew that just as much as him, you wanted to be closer. You wanted him to consume your every space and every being. He was a being unlike any other to you, in his personality, in the way he loved and in his entire existence. You looked back down at him, moving your lips to the top of his head as you cradled his head, holding onto his hair. “Eijiro... I want you.” You whisper.

Kirishima, breathless from your constant grinding down on his crotch, looked up at you. “A-are you sure?” He asked you, wanting and needing to be careful. “I need you to be honest with me. If you aren’t’ comfortable, we can stop.”

You nodded your head to him with a smile, certain. “Yes.” You told him. “Please.”

He smiled moving his hands down your chest down to your pants. He very easily hoisted you up off him and yanked them right off of you. You giggled at his rather adamant actions. Holding you safely in his lap, he moved his fingers down into your underwear, to your glistening wet sex. He pushed a single finger in making you whimper as you gripped onto him hard at the sudden intrusion. It wasn’t as though you didn’t pleasure yourself, so it wasn’t too much of an adjustment, but it sure felt intrusive with how thick his finger was.

Kirishima groaned out at the warm wet feeling of your sex wrapped around his finger. He huffed as he tried to work you open and focusing on giving you pleasure. You hummed as you gripped harshly on his shoulders. Kirishima moved a finger up to your clit, making round circle against it. Immediately he felt you jolt against him at the sudden increase of pleasure. With one hand keeping your thighs spread and messaging your inner thigh, the other gave you pleasure like none you could give yourself. Slowly but surely, he eased more and more of his thick fingers inside you, which only made holding in your moans and gasps harder.

You moved your hands down to tug on his shorts. You wanted them off. You wanted them off immediately and Kirishima found it humorous. However, he could often hardly ever deny you anything you wanted. He carefully turned the both of you over so that you could lay down in the grass below him. You gasped as he slid his fingers out of you. You watched as some dandelions flew into the air above you as Kirishima took off his own clothes to match your bare state. It was something out of a fantasy with how surreal it was and how mesmerised you were with the scene around you.

Kirishima found himself caging you underneath him. One strong hand planted down in the grass near you to support his weight off of you, while the other moved your thigh to wrap around his waist. You did as he wanted, wrapping your legs around him, wanting to pull him in closer.

You finally looked down and tensed up immediately. “Oh dear gods.” You whispered.

“What?” Kirishima asked.

You stared down at his cock, rethinking if you were still sane. “E-eijiro, It... will you fit?” You asked him as you stared down at his thick cock in his hands. You had truly never seen anything like it before in your life. You knew that he was slightly different in anatomy sometimes, knowing he could spring wings from his back and a tail as well, but you never truly thought of if he would be different down there as well. It didn’t differ much from a human cock other than the abnormal thickness, size and the subtle ridges to it that you knew you would feel deep inside you.

Kirishima innocently looked at you wide eyed. He didn’t really think much about that, but then again he did already stretch you out. He looked down at his cock then back at your folds. He gulped trying to fight off the urge of just ramming into you and watching as your sex swallowed up his cock. He then gave you a hopeful smile that made you laugh. “Lets find out.”

Before you could comment, you arched your back with a gasp as you felt him push into you, the head of his cock thick and intruding already into your tight hole. You arched your back off the ground as Kirishima dropped his head at the heavenly feeling of you. He bit down a moan as he slowly pushed inside you, your thighs slightly shaking. You let out a high-pitched whine as you covered your mouth with your hand, biting down a cry at the stretch. “Eijiro!”

Kirishima immediately littered kisses to your neck trying to console you. He tried whispering sweet nothings and praises to you for doing such a good job taking his cock all inside you. You hadn’t even realised that you had managed to do that with how blinded by pain and pleasure swirling around you, everything felt. You felt as though you could barely breathe, as if you could feel him all the way in your stomach. You hiccupped as you tried to console yourself with the overwhelming feeling of him.

“F-fuck...” Kirishima let out a dragon whine at the tight feeling of your sex holding him in a vice grip. His hand gripped your thighs tightly with bruising strength. He groaned as he tried to relax but with your walls pulsating and fluttering around him, it was becoming harder and harder to do so. “Please... please can I... Can I move?”

You nodded, unable to speak like this. “Y-ye-AH!”

Every thrust in and out of you, you could feel the way the ridges of his cock gently scrapped against your soft walls making you moan at the extra stimulation that made up for the way he had practically bullied his cock inside of you. You moved your hands to his back as you dug your nails into him, gripping onto him. You moaned freely into the air as he slowly but surely thrusted in and out of you.

Kirishima groaned. “Sh-shit. You’re... you’re so perfect.” He whispered as he placed kisses to your neck and jaw. Even though his instincts shouted at him to take you, rough and hard like dragons did, he wanted to savour you. He wanted to enjoy this for however long it would last. He wanted to hold you and make you feel as big and beautiful as the stars above looking down at the both of you.

The building tension in your abdomen was tight and held as you clawed down Kirishima’s back. You gasped and mewled at all the pleasure he was gifting to your body. Being connected to him felt mind numbing but at the same time made you feel as though a fire was lit on the inside of your body. You moaned as you squeezed your eyes closed in ecstasy. “Eijiro.” You cried out as you opened your eyes to look up at him.

He smiled down at you. You were so beautiful like this. Breathless, wanting and loving. He brought his forehead against your own, closing his eyes alongside you. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You whispered back.

Unexpectedly, with a well aimed thrust you felt yourself clamp down on him hard. You gasped as you let out a silent cry. Your body shaking at the orgasm that hit you sudden and hard. Feeling your sex tighten around him and Kirishima was following you shortly after. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as a shiver ran down his back. He held onto you tightly almost afraid he would float away during his high. Hot amounts of cum filled you up making you feel impossibly fuller. You whined at the feeling, as you wrapped your arms around him lovingly.

The both of you stayed in the dandelions, holding each other and kissing each other’s skin as if you were the only two people in the world that mattered.

Just underneath the stars and amongst the dandelions.

You remembered every interaction with him so vividly. Even as you lay in the field of dandelions once more, staring up at the stars. You hadn’t seen him in over a year. He had left, much with a broken heart from you, but you told him you would be fine. You told him to go be safe and go home. To go live his life with others like him and love every minute of it. Of course, you meant every word, but you also said it to console your aching heart.

You droned yourself in work and chores and apples, to try and make it a bit easier knowing he was far away. But even as you stared up at the sky right now, you hoped he was staring right back at the same stars you were seeing now.

“Hey...” You sat up in the dandelion field and turned your head. Standing not too far away from you was a dragon, with red long cascading hair and round ruby eyes. He held a red apple in his large hand and looked down at you softly. “Is this yours?”

You smiled as tears came to your eyes, hoping this wasn’t just a dream.

“Probably.”

-Glitch1d

Thank you all so much for going on this adventure with me! Its been a fun Monstertober Week and I am so happy you all enjoyed it. Tell me in the comment section! It really makes my day and I love to interact with you guys when I can. <3

Also... Happy birthday Kiri!<3

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Hi breezy! Could may order an an tea with cinnamon, Cappuccino? Mabye a little fanfics or Headcanons with Eijirou, shinsou, shoto and mabye aizawa with an reader (fem) who is insecure about their chubby thighs.

Take your time and have a lovely day/night!

Stay healthy!

-Tiniwini

Hi my love, this was such a cute request, and I had fun writing it! I'm such a simp for these boys

cw: body insecurity, fem reader, a tinge of angst, really just pure fluff, some suggestiveness

Eijirou Kirishima

Kiri is the sweetest boy, and his love language is definitely words of affirmation.

Not to mention that he most definitely praises the ground you walk on

You could just breathe, and this man would fawn over your being, spewing on and on about how perfect you are and how lucky he is to have you

So, of course, he is utterly shocked when you mention that you’ve been feeling insecure regarding your plushy thighs

You express to him that it is hard to feel confident about your body when all of the models that you see on instagram have a thigh gap and no stretch marks to be seen

This man just stares at you blankly before melting into a puddle and instantly comes to comfort you

At first, he’s like, “how dare you call my baby anything other than the magnificent goddess she is?” but he moves on to the actual comforting part

He is just so shocked and confused as to how you could see your thighs or anything about yourself as not perfect, and god-forbid unattractive

He’s definitely the type to lay you down and massage your thighs, whispering soft praises and reveling in how squishy they are

He explains that the models you see are specifically picked to be the extreme of what society considered beauty, and they in no way represent what he sees as beauty and the general public’s appearance.

He encourages you to unfollow the people on instagram who make you feel self-conscious as you don’t need that on your feed.

If he hears you start to talk shit about yourself again, he will one hundred percent bend you over his knee and give you another thing to complain about (in a soft way ofc)

Shoto Todoroki

Okay lets be honest, this man can be an airhead sometimes (a himbo indeed)

So, he probably isn’t going to be the one to notice when you are feeling self conscious or unhappy with your appearance

In his mind, you are the most beautiful and radiant girl on Earth, so why would she feel any different than what she is

However, if you ever let him know how you are feeling, he will 100% give you an honest answer

When you explain that the way your jeans never fit you the way you want them to because of how thick your thighs are, he will simply shoot back by saying that your thighs make the jeans fit you better

I also see him as the kind of person to remind you that you shouldn’t be fitting the clothes, the clothes should be fitting you and that if you are not happy in your clothes, then don’t wear them

He will look you dead in the eye with a serious, set-in-stone face, and tell you all the things he loves about you, and if you try to counter those with your insecurities, he will come back just as hard and begin to list at least 10 ways each of them make him love you more

You guys also bond over each other insecurities, confiding in one another and comforting on another, with no judgment only love.

Shoto is the kind of guy to have his head between your thighs, kissing every inch of skin he can reach and leaving little love bites every once in a while.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Unlike Shoto, Hitoshi is very intuitive and he’s an observer.

He listens to you, he watches you, and he knows you. He notices when you mention a negative thing about your body in a passing conversation, he if you are merely saying it to yourself, and he sees if you stay in front of the mirror clawing at your body like you are a piece of clay you can mold.

So he will definitely confront you on it if he can tell that is hurting you overall

Don’t get me wrong, he respects your boundaries, but it upsets him to see his Kitten so upset over something so stupid and superficial, so if he needs to set some things straight, he will.

He definitely doesn’t want to just spring his questions on your like he is some kind of interrogator, so he will just try and find when you are in your head about your appearance and ask you what's on your mind.

When you confide in him, he’ll try to act surprised, but he saw this coming a mile away.

He will talk you through your insecurities over a cup of coffee, rubbing your thighs firmly while you two sit on the couch.

I totally see him having you strip down to your underwear (or nothing at all ;)), and making you stand in front of the mirror, admiring yourself and pointing out three things that you find attractive.

Like maybe he does that every night, and you are not allowed to repeat a feature from the night before, and if you don’t say it with your chest, then you have to try again

After that, he will do the same thing, pointing out everything (literally everything on your body) that he finds attractive, smothering you with praise, and kissing you wherever he can reach

Shouta Aizawa

Okay, once again, we have another observer on our hands

He knows every inch of your body. Every. Fucking. Inch. So when he observes that you are clearly self-conscious, he is genuinely stumped

He has no idea what it could be

I feel like he is a lot more blunt than Shinsou, needing to confront you on it as soon as possible so he can eradicate whatever insecurity that has you so distraught

When he finds out that it’s your thighs that make you so upset with your body, he is honestly a little sad

He loves your thighs; they’re plush, warm, and make the perfect cushion to nap on

So he makes it his life's goal to make you love your thighs again

He’ll praise them, give massages and kisses, always have at least on hand on them, even while driving, and will always whistle when you wear anything that is close to tight clothing

He’ll also talk you through your self-doubts, reminding you that its okay to not look like all the K-pop stars, and that all that matters is that your healthy

If you need a little more convincing he will be more than happy to oblige.

Will always be down to leave bruises on your thighs while doing certain, ehm, activities, so that when you look in the mirror you remember that the most important person in your life loves your thighs

a/n: this was super cute, and I'll probably do more characters for this headcanon if it gets popular enough!

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