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tteokdoroki · 6 months

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aali my beloved would you be willing to share some more thots regarding domineering consent-king-kiri,,,no pressure at all I am just delighted by the concept!! If nothing else I am holding your hand making microwave noises because this tickles my brain muah

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA. consent and condescension.

about. your wish is my command beautiful anon. this is definitely yuzuya adjacent LDKAKS !!

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. smut, praise kink, consent heavy, condescension, scratching, afab!reader, soft dom/pro hero!kirishima.

“i only want to do this if it’s something you want.” kirishima says, his voice so quiet that it’s barely above a whisper. there’s a huskiness to it, as though he’s been holding back for so long that his tether and tie to sanity threatens to snap. the very simple fact makes a shiver run down your spine and shoot right between your legs.

kirishima let’s put a condescending coo as he shifts to sit with you on the bed, prying apart your shaky thighs to catch a whiff of your hot cunt, a view of how juices run between your folds like golden syrup that makes you shine. you’re eijirou kirishima’s favourite sweet treat.

“poor baby, if i hadn’t come any sooner, who knows what would have happened to you.” his voice drips to lower tones that turn on the sex signals in your brain — and as you whine out for more, the corner of the red head’s lips quirk up into a sly smile.

“all alone and unable to cum. well, don’t you worry. i’ve got you now.” you see, he knows you better than you know yourself. that you can’t get off without his thick fingers or his fat cock, and how frustrated you get when you can’t touch yourself in the same way that he does.

that’s why you called him at work, with a wobble in your saccharine voice and squelch from your cunt echoing down the line. you need eijirou.

you hardly notice how fast he strips, too dizzy and needy to speak your mind or even think. your level of desire to be fucked dumb by your man overpowers any logical reasoning you may have. taking hold of the globes of your ass, the mountainous man drags you towards him, pressing right up against your throbbing mound — looking down at you as if you’re the most beautiful, pathetic thing he’s ever seen.

you’ve not a clue as to how much you affect eijirou, with your big wet eyes and shaky hips as you rut into him for any kind of friction. he wants to ruin you and cherish you all at once, fighting with the two halves of him that join together and make him the person that he is. the hero that protects people, the man who loves you, the other that has such depraved thoughts about you. his sweet little thing.

“i’ve been dying to take you since the moment you called, fuck you against your cute little sheets, have your adorable ankles and frilly socks hangin’ over my shoulders….” eijirou’s next move is to tease your wet little slit, tapping his milky cockhead against your swollen clit repeatedly until you’re jolting and twitching from the slight streams of pleasure. “is it okay for me to touch you like this? i really want to but… your needs always come first to me.”

the question is masked with a patronising kindness in an attempt to hide the red head’s deepest and darkest dreams. if he truly wanted to, kirishima could have plugged your hole full of his monster-like girth and fucked you until that tight, unused hole of yours was coated in his cum. yet, he treats you (the object of his affections and desires), as though you’re a porcelain doll threatening to shatter under the weight of his touch.

the cracks begin to show and the dam begins to break. your pretty face crumples with ecstasy while eijirou pushes his length through your slick pussy, laughing breathily at your arousal that clings to every spiralling blue vein that decorated his shaft. it jumps against the pleasure bud tucked away between your folds.

you sniffle and his heart breaks for you. it does nothing to calm the flames of desire burning at eijirou’s healthy lungs — blackening them.

“e-eiji—!”

“‘m gonna put it in now, i know, i know, sweetheart. i gotta hurry it up,” he starts, tutting down at you and your clenching cunt as he hits his hips forward — pushing his bulbous tip past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance. “you’ve been so good, sweetheart. waiting for me to get home, so you could get fucked — i just don’t wanna hurt you.”

he brushes the pads of his thumbs over your body trembling beneath him. over your pebbling nipples, so hard they could cut diamonds because of the cold air. over your curves, your tummy and navel — every perfectly imperfect part of you. and when he reaches your thighs, they’re folded into your chest so he can give you exactly what you want.

“oh, little one. you’re so tight, and warm around me. fuck.” eijirou is the one who hiccups this time, gripping the sheets above your head while your warm, ribbed walls grip his cock the further he pushes into you. “so soft too, i can’t get enough of you. got me thinkin’ about you all the time.”

he starts thrusting then, forceful but fluid like a rushing river of ecstasy. eijirou pins you to the bed below, giving you no room to wiggle away and the only option being to take everything that he gives to you. his balls clapping against the curve of your ass, his harsh moans in your ear and tip bullying your g-spot before you can even register the sensation blooming in your lower tummy. there’s no room to breathe or think while he fucks you. like he hates you, all while loving you.

“i love your pretty face. how it looks when you take me. the way your brows furrow and your soft lips part when you moan for me. can you take it? just a little more for me.” the surge of praise you receive from eijirou is like a storm that angrily hits the shore. you feel like you’re drowning, clawing at his back to drag yourself to shore while he pounds you to the high heavens. your body jolts up the bed at every one of eijrou’s thrusts — contrasting with the gentle, wet kisses he peppers across your face.

each sweet word dipped in white sugar has you pliant and mailable under kirishima like freshly made candy. he praises you and your hips rise from the arousal soaked sheets to match his rhythm, sex spasming around him. “holy fucking shit. oh little one…so sweet and wet, hm? so pliant.” eijirou leans over you, shielding you from the world, and liick at your neck, humming in satisfaction at your whistle tone moans. “you were just aching for me to get you like this, right little one? your knees pressed to your chest and my cock…nice and snug against your insides. you don’t wanna let me go, do you?”

you promptly shake your head, your pretty bambi eyes fluttering shut while your body thrashes and shakes from the pleasure he feeds you — piece by piece.. “e-eiji…p-please, i need it. i c-can’t—!”

the red head squishes your cheeks together, grunting impatiently and pressing on until his cock is pressing comfortably against your womb. “oh you poor baby, i need to give it to you just as bad as you want it… but,” the rough pads of his fingers sink into your supple cheeks as he turns your face to look at him. “i need you to look at me first. look me in the eye, sweetheart. show me how badly you want it. you’re so pretty when you do it like that, you know.”

a wet whimper bubbles up on your lips, cherry bitten from where they’ve been caught between your teeth. they echo between your sweet slicked bodies and mingle with the saccharine syllables of kirishima’s words, as condescending as they might be. that with his domineering presence and constant stimulation of all your pleasure spots has you a ruined mess beneath him.

“i’m gonna make you cum. i have to make you cum, if it’s the last thing i do, little one.” eijirou promised lazily, circling his hips in a slow grind just he can drag out your pleasure for a little bit longer — torture you underneath him so he can keep on seeing your pretty face. he seals the promise with a sloppy kiss, sucking on your saliva soaked tongue until you’re begging him for air. “you want that too, right?”

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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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frickingnerd · 1 year

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shoto todoroki realizing his feelings for you too late

pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader (x eijirou kirishima)

tags: reader is shoto's ex, jealousy, unrequited feelings, angst

a/n: this is a part 2 to this one! but you can read it without knowing part 1 and it'll still make sense!

it's been a few weeks since you had broken up with shoto

it had hurt to leave him while you were still in love with him, but you were aware that he just didn't feel the same way about you

you were trying to get your mind off him and were throwing yourself into training

and you weren't training alone

kirishima had offered to be your training partner, since he was training just as much – if not more – than you

you were spending more time than usual with the red head and the two of started to grow closer

one evening when you and kirishima were returning to the dorms after jogging around the school, shoto saw the two of you

he watched as you gently put your hand on kirishima's arm, how you laughed at his jokes and how happy you were with him

shoto couldn't help but wonder if you were kirishima's girlfriend now…

he tried to brush off that idea and forget about it, but everytime he kept seeing the two of you together in school, he couldn't help but feel weird about it

he couldn't describe that feeling inside him. all he knew was that he didn't like seeing kirishima next to you…

it took him way too long to realize that what he was feeling was jealousy!

shoto had feelings for you, despite the two of you breaking up a month ago

and it was the worst time to realize that he was in love with you…

he already had you! you were his already and he had let you go!

and now you were with kirishima

and you looked so much happier by his side…

no matter what he felt for you, he knew he could never tell you about it

you were just moving on from him, after he had broken your heart. it wouldn't be fair for him to confess to you now

no, he had realized it too late and now he had to live with the consequences…

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lostinwildflowers · 11 months

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Dragon Island

Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

Summary: Kirishima is nothing but loving toward his dragon. When she disappears with no trace, he panics. When set out on a voyage to find her, he finds something he wasn't quite expecting.

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: strangers to lovers, also kind of idiots and enemies to lovers, fluff, very slight angst at the end, and slightly more mature language, a little *tiny* but spicy but still SFW :3

A/N: Wow, wow, wow, it has been a hot second. I have been so insanely busy with work that I am completely exhausted by the time I get home. Please enjoy this Kiri fic. -Birch<3

Useful Info:

Part i. Romantic Flight- Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Nothing is stronger than the bond between a dragon and its trainer. The relationship is strong as the metal forges that build their armor, it's as tough as the gnarled skin of the dragon. It even is as tender as the love between a married couple, soft and kind.

This rings especially true for Kirishima, who loves his Rumblehorn, Honey, with all of his heart. She is a remarkable dragon; obedient, protective, and most importantly, loyal.

You see, Kirishima raised Honey when he found her egg abandoned in the mountains of his home. There was no clutch of other eggs, no mother dragon in sight. There was no indication of a home for the egg, so he took it to his village to raise on his own.

Kirishima spent countless hours incubating the egg, monitoring its temperature and position until it hatched. That is when Honey joined the world.

Honey, once hatched, was identified as a Rumblehorn, a medium-sized tracker dragon. Known to be tough skinned and thick-skulled, Kirishima knew this little dragon was going to be his entire future.

That's why it stung so much when she disappeared into thin air.

The roar of the ocean was loud in Kirishima's ears, the dark, steely blue waters slapping against the keel of the ship. It was a rhythmic crash and pull, one that seemed to tug him deeper and deeper into his mind of worries.

The crew of men was working together on the ship, following the maps and comparing them to familiar landmarks. And the path of the dragons.

The longboat was one Kirishima had been in many times as a young boy, but now he found it dreadful and confined. He felt trapped by its mossy walls and soggy floorboards, wishing at any moment he could step onto dry land.

A cry from the darkened sky above crackles the air, and the sight of fire breaking through the blackness of the night makes Kirishima's throat tighten. Yet a moment later, it's silent again, or at least back to the sound of waves crashing.

After the brief interruption from whatever dragon was in the sky, Kirishima attempts at busying himself, sharpening his blade, sorting through his rations- anything to help him stop fretting over the disappearance of Honey.

At least, he tells himself, At least it wasn't just Honey. That Nadder from the family up on the hill has been missing, and even Mrs. Oonlouck's Grockle flew off.

So, the hours on the ship slowly ticked by. A night full of dangerous waters and old shipwrecks merged into a light blue dawn full of hope and prayers.

And, Dragon Island.

The island was beautiful, to say the least. Soft, white sand edged the beaches, with nothing but clear waters washing the shoreline clean.

The island was mountainous, with a high peak in the far-off distance carving into the sky, while smaller trees and bushes coated the rest of the land. Kirishima could see the small, colorful specks of flowers and wild grasses where the sand faded into the dirt.

And that's where the dragons were.

Many distinct dragon species dotted the skies and the ground as the longboat came ashore; Gronckles, Deadly Nadders, Hideous Zipplebacks, and even the occasional Monstrous Nightmare.

Some of the dragons were fishing in the clear waters, rendering themselves full of fat fish. Others were scavengers, hunting down deer and elk further inland. And those that were full sat basking in the sun, soaking in the heat of the day from the warm rocks they laid on.

Crimson-colored eyes raked the sky, the water, and the land, but there was no sight of the green-toned Rumblehorn anywhere. Kirishima tried to keep his hopes up as the men prepared the ship for docking, but he couldn't help the feeling of his stomach sinking at no sight of Honey.

He tried to push off the nervousness and help his mates settle the ropes and unload the supplies before they set up camp. It was no easy task, skirting around the dragons and trying to find an unoccupied and central location where no one would burst into flames, but after a while, they found the perfect spot to set up.

They had to hike a good distance inland, as many dragons liked to nest on the beach, but they eventually found a quiet field with the cover of some tall pines as protection. As brave as the viking men were, there was always a minor fear of getting blasted by an angry Thunderdrum or Scauldron on the beach.

So the men set up tents and a main fire to cook their dinners and soon set off on their own paths to find the missing dragons.

Every dragon roar that hissed through the air made Kirishima's heart flutter, but there was still no sight or sound of his beloved Rumblehorn.

He recalled that when he found Honey, he was deep in the mountains, so he would set off for the tall peak that signified Dragon Island first thing the following morning.

The next morning, Kirishima gathered the most he could in his pack and started his hike deep into the heart of the island. Alone.

Many of the other men were missing their dragons too, but they figured that based on their dragons' personalities and species, they would be lower in altitude, more likely to be by the beach or lower forests.

So, the redhead picked his way through the underbrush on the outskirts of the camp, his heart pounding in his chest. He traveled as carefully and efficiently as he could while he hiked, the small pack on his back carrying a canister of water and a couple snacks, as the climb wasn't easy.

Up and up he climbed, the ground changing from lush, brown soil to rocky outcroppings, with loose stones underfoot. The stone was smooth under his boots, and Kirishima stumbled a few times and had to slow his pace down so as to not hurt himself.

Why am I doing this? Kirishima thought to himself as he rounded a bend leading to a flat clearing near the top of the peak. There was little grass, but he could see the mouth of a cave up ahead.

He was tired and sweaty, a thin sheen of sweat coating his entire body and dripping down his forehead. The sun was almost setting at this point, and Kirishima knew he wasn't going to make it back to camp tonight.

Instead of dwelling on the fact that he'd miss dinner, Kirishima focused his attention on the cave he saw in the distance up ahead.

Well, this could be it, he wonders as he makes his way over to the inlet. It was dark in the mouth of the cave, the sun's orange and pink rays only lighting up the very edge of the cave, but nothing deeper inside.

He slowly cranes his neck into the darkness, but the cavern was damp and quiet. When he doesn't see anything initially, a crestfallen sigh breaks past his lips as his crimson eyes trail to the ground.

Nothing.

But then, an ear-splitting roar sounds out, and Kirishima whips around just in time to see a flash of green armored skin, and he lunges into the bushes just outside of the cave as the scaled creature dives into the cave.

His heart racing in his chest, Kirishima peaks out of the bushes to try to see what just dove past him, but he couldn't make out a figure. It's silent, so he peaks around the edge of the cave entrance, where he had just been standing, to lock onto the unmistakable golden glow of a dragon's eyes.

Kirishima starts, "What the-", but is interrupted when the dragon turns to face him head-on, and a soft "Wait," falls from his parted mouth.

The redhead squints, trying to dig through his memory, and takes a hesitant step closer to the dragon. He slowly offers his hand, the tips of his fingers shaking ever so slightly, and lets his eyes flutter closed before standing perfectly still.

A beat passes. And then another one. And just as he thinks about opening his eyes to see if the dragon is still there, the smooth skin of a dragon's horn brushes against his hand.

A shaky breath falls from his lips as he feels the warm breath of the dragon puff against his face. Kirishima's crimson eyes gradually slide open, only to be met with the face of the dragon he so desperately missed.

"Honey!" he immediately calls out, lunging excitedly into the chest of the large green Rumblehorn. His muscular arms wrap around the neck of his beloved dragon, and he can feel Honey chitter underneath him in happiness, her eyes soft as she nuzzles at his back.

Kirishima does his best to keep his emotions under control, but he can't stop a stray tear or two from sliding down his cheeks. However, he rapidly pulls back from the hug when he hears a small cry from deeper into the cave.

He glances at Honey in worry and asks, "Did you hear that, girl? Sounds like someone's in trouble."

He untangles his body from around the large dragon, and picks his way around to her tail. Moving cautiously and with his hand on a knife in his belt, he plunges into the darkness of the cave.

It's dark for a minute, and then fresh air hits his cheeks, and it opens up into a wider den. The gentle cast of an orange glow can be seen dancing on the walls of the cave, but his attention is soon drawn away from that.

And it is pulled to the figure of a woman.

The woman was crouched over what he quickly identified as a baby dragon, her hair color warmed by the small fires in the edges of the den.

"Hold still, you little rascal," you mutter as you try to wrestle the baby Rumblehorn. He was attempting to slide out of your grasp and toward Honey, who had appeared from the cave tunnel.

Kirishima stood silently next to his dragon, almost blending in with the wall as he watched his, his hand relaxing from his knife as he watched you try to help the baby dragon.

You didn't notice the redhead as you called out to Honey, whose footsteps you heard, "Mama Dragon, you're back! This little one had a crack in his tooth and wouldn't let me look at-"

Your words trail off as you catch sight of the tall man standing next to Honey, and you instinctively reach for your blade strapped to your back, pushing the baby dragon behind you. A war cry falls from your lips as you draw your blade and you dash toward him, sword swinging straight toward Kirishima's head.

He's fast though, and reads the attack from across the room, easily ducking out of the way. Working on instinct, he grabs one of your arms, and folds it behind your back, pulling the blade out of the hand.

Since he was close to the wall when you attacked, he uses it to his advantage, pressing you into the cave wall with his hips and knee.

Pain blooms in your chest as the air left your lungs, your collarbones cracking against the hard stone. You can feel his larger frame and muscular chest push against your back, and you hiss in frustration at his simple move.

Kirishima takes his free hand and reaches up to pull the blade from your hand that was still grasping at your sword. In a swift motion, he throws it a couple of feet away, far enough away that you won't get it, but not too close to the dragons to be a threat.

He keeps you pressed against the wall like this, and you tried to struggle and get free, but it was no use.

"Who are you, and what are you doing with my dragon?"

Kirishima could feel you stiff under his touch at the harshness of his words, yet he remained quiet in wait for an answer. When you don't say anything, he sighs and repeats, "What are you doing with my dragon? She disappeared into thin air a little while ago, and now here she is."

You shift ever so slightly in grasp, a disgruntled look on your face as your cheek laid flat against the cool, damp wall of the cave. A quiet gasp falls from your lips as you back pops from the pressure he's applying with his hips and knee, and you can feel him loosen his grip ever so slightly.

Kirishima sighs again and reiterates, "Look, I don't want to hurt you or fight. I just want to take Honey home?"

"...You call Mama Dragon Honey? Wow, I can't imagine how she puts up with that," is what you spit out. Kirishima blinks in hurt at the harshness to your words, but a look of confusion passes over his features, not that you could tell.

"Ma- Mama Dragon?" he stutters, his grip completely relaxing and letting you free. He takes a step back, giving you space as his hands run over his face.

You groan in relief and shake out your arms before you grumble, "Yeah, Mama Dragon, didn't you know she was pregnant and carrying eggs?"

Kirishima's jaw drops, "HONEY WAS PREGNANT AND SHE LEFT ME?!" You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration at this stranger and you reply, "Yes. Sometimes it's hard to tell when a Rumblehorn is going to lay eggs because they are already built so wide."

You walk around Kirishima to your fallen sword, reaching down to pick it up from the stone. Kirishima's hand instantly falls to the knife on his belt, but he doesn't move as he watches you pat Honey on the chin before walking back over to the baby you were tending to.

"So... how many babies has Honey had then?" Kirishima asks quietly, walking over to Honey's side and gently rubbing at her face. His crimson gaze watches your every movement, waiting for any sign of hostility, but he didn't see any.

You turn back toward him, the baby you were working on in your arms. There is surprise lacing your features, and you shrug and say, "She laid 4 eggs, so now she has four babies. 3 females, 1 male."

Kirishima just nods, processing the new information. He points to the one you are holding and questions, "Which one is that?" You smile fondly down at the newborn dragon and say, "I call him Boulder, he's the only boy from the clutch, and he already thinks he's the strongest."

The little red-toned Rumblehorn just yawns in your arms, curling up for a nap. You just giggle down at him, walking over to the large wood-built nest near one of the fires.

Kirishima watches you set him gently down on the dried grasses, and he suddenly notices the other three dragon newborns curled up, asleep. He gazes in awe, and can't stop his feet as he walks over to stand next to you.

He is completely starstruck by the colors of their scales, and kind expressions on their faces as they cuddle up together. His mouth falls open before he stammers out, "I- I am so sorry for fighting you like that. All this time Honey's been away, and you've been taking care of her?"

You turn to face him, and you have to look up to catch the corner of his red gaze, but you nod in response. "Yes, I have been watching over Honey. This den isn't usually occupied because it's so far from the water, but I knew a special dragon must have chosen this den for a reason."

Your (colored) gaze flicks over to Honey, and with a gentle smile, you continue, "She is the first Rumblehorn I've seen in a few years. You are very lucky to have such a strong dragon at your side, Sir...?"

Kirishima just looks down at you, his eyes glazed over. In the time of your fight, and his whole world being flipped upside down at the factor his dragon left him to become a mother, he didn't realize how beautiful you were.

Your (colored) hair was pulled back into a couple of intricate braids that cascaded down behind your neck, a few stray pieces lingering to frame your face. There was a firmness to your eye that let him know your guard was still up, but he could see the kindness written on your features.

"Hello?" you repeat, "What can I call you?" Kirishima shakes his head back and forth for a moment, a warmth blooming on his cheeks as he chuckles and offers you his arm as he replies, "Sorry, this is all a lot to take in. Please, call me Kirishima."

You nod and reply, "Nice to meet you, Kirishima. Honey is an excellent mother and a very gentle dragon. I can't imagine how much training it has taken for her to be as good as she is."

The tall man shifts on his feet and glances over at Honey, who had made her way over to the other side of the nest and laid down. She had closed her eyes to rest as well, it seemed.

"To be honest, I really didn't do that much to train her," Kirishima started, "From the moment she hatched out when I was a boy, she always was the sweetest dragon. It's sort of how she got her name."

You just giggle at that, and Kirishima immediately finds your (colored) eyes, genuine happiness coating your features. Your giggling persists for a moment before you wave at him, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I swear. That's just a funny origin, that's all."

Kirishima just tuts and gestures toward you, "Well then, miss, what name can I call you? Especially if you think Honey's name is so ridiculous."

You get slightly shy at that moment, glancing down at your boots as if they were the most interesting thing at that moment. You shrug and mumble, "I'm just the caretaker for the dragons on this island, that is all."

Kirishima steps closer to you and insists, "Well, you must go by something," he feels butterflies bloom in his belly but he gushes, "You have a gorgeous face, I can only assume your name is equally as stunning."

You freeze at his words, and you swallow thickly as heat spreads from your cheeks to your ears, and down your neck. Kirishima seems to understand the weight of his words, and he shuffles back in embarrassment and stutters, "I- I, I only mean-"

"Y/n," you cut him off with a smile, glancing up at his obviously flustered appearance, "You can call me Y/n L/n of Dragon Island."

He dips his head in acknowledgment and replies, "Seems as though I was right... Miss Y/n." He tests your name out like it's delicate, and yet he revels in the way your name rolls off of his tongue.

It's silent for a moment before you point to the back of the cave, even further into the den, "Would you like to sit with me? I can explain more of what I do and know."

Kirishima opens his hand and points to the narrow opening and replies, "Lead the way, milady."

You and Kirishima talk through the night, conversations of Dragon Island, breeding season, and travels filling the late-night air. You told him of your place on the island; helping dragons that were sick or injured, tending to their young, and the general welfare of the sacred breeding place.

Kirishima, in turn, told you of his travels across the seas, all of the dragons he's encountered, and the people of his home. The conversation flowed so easily that it was hard to remember that the two of you had only met a few hours prior.

It had been silent between the two of you for a while, comfortable and peaceful.

"You should come to my homeland sometime," Kirishima murmurs quietly, his eyes gazing deep into the embers burning in front of the two of you.

You are quiet for a moment, and then you shake your head, "I couldn't. There is so much for me to do here year-round, and there are always dragons that need my help. I cannot leave."

Kirishima nods but doesn't say anything, but sits there and crosses his arms across his chest. Your (colored) gaze snaps over to him, gauging the contemplating look on his face.

He can feel the heat of your gaze on him, and a soft smirk rests on his lips as he then states, "Then I'll just have to come visit you then, right? So we can catch up and talk about Boulder, Honey, and the other babies?"

You mirror his smile and reply, "That would be lovely, Kirishima." He sighs and pokes at the fire with his boot before he asks, "Do you ever get lonely here? I mean you have the dragons, but I bet you hardly ever see anyone."

You feel the weight of his question more than he realizes. Yes, it does get lonely. Yes, I do crave connection and human attention. But my lifestyle cannot afford that.

All you can do is nod and whisper, "I do get lonely, Kirishima. More than you could ever know." The redhead's gaze is on you this time, your own eyes latched onto the dying flames of the fire.

He shifts from his wooden seat to stand next to your own, offering you his hand. You look up at him, vulnerable in a way you never would imagine with a stranger, yet he made you feel so comfortable.

"I get lonely too, Y/n. You don't deserve to be alone all the time. Please consider joining my village, or even coming to visit. The invitation will always be open for you," he whispers back.

He leans down slowly, placing a soft peck to the top of your head before retreating back into the main den where Honey and the babies were sleeping.

"W-wait!" you call out after him, your cheeks burning and your mind racing. He stops in the doorway and looks over his shoulder back at you, waiting.

"D- do you really mean that?" you manage to choke out. He gives you another gentle smile and states, "Never been more sure in my life." And he walks down the hall as the dawn light starts to flood into the den.

The trek back down to the ship seemed to come quicker than the hike up the mountain. Maybe it was because of Kirishima riding down on Honey's back, or the way he had to chase Boulder and the dragon babies as they rolled down the grassy hills.

You bid him farewell at the mouth of the den, promising that you would see each other again. Neither of you discussed the kiss on your forehead, but there was tension in the air as his figure disappeared in the direction of the ocean.

You could feel your heart splintering at the thought of him leaving. You knew you didn't truly know him, but you could tell your body felt like it knew him, that your souls were somehow akin.

You didn't know what to do, so you let him walk away.

But then you heard a soft cry from the back of the cave, toward the edge of the nest you had helped Honey build. And there, sitting in the depths of the nest, was a tiny, and freshly hatched Rumblehorn baby,

You dug through the straw the find the remnants of the shell, and you gasp in disbelief that you somehow missed an egg that Honey laid.

Crap, crap, crap, you thought to yourself as you looked at the newborn in front of you. This little fellow really needs his mother, but I bet Kirishima and his mates have probably loaded up and left at this point. What do I do?

Another glance down at the newborn told you everything you needed to know. You needed to get to the water before their ship sailed off.

So you wrapped the baby in a spare shirt that you had, tucked him under your arm, and ran as fast as you could in the direction you knew Kirishima set off in.

Your lungs burned for air as you ran, your feet sliding on loose shale, your calves aching as you pushed your body to its limit. You could feel your arms growing weaker from the weight of the newborn, but you pushed yourself on, determined to find Kirishima before he left.

You ducked under low-hanging limbs and jumped over dense brush, swerving and dodging everything in your path. C'mon Kirishima, you think, Please wait. I know you don't want to leave yet, so please wait!

It seems like hours as you rush down the mountain, time somehow flying by and slowing down at the same time. You swore your heart was about to explode in your chest, but you were so close to the shoreline, you couldn't give up now.

But by the time you get to the white, sandy beaches, you can see the viking's longboat sailing into the horizon, and you can't stop the sob that rips itself from your throat. Your body crumples to the ground in sheer exhaustion, and you bring the small dragon into your arms to hug closely.

"I- I'm so sorry, little one," you hiccup out, tears streaming down your face as you pulled back to look at the little green Rumblehorn baby, "I couldn't get you back to your family in time."

It just peers up at you, curiosity and innocence emanating from it's sweet face. This only makes you cry harder, and you clutch the little dragon back to your chest.

You sit there in the sand for a few moments, blinking through the tears and emotion as you watch the ship float off into the distance.

That is, until you feel warm pressure on your shoulders, and when you look up, a tall figure is blocking out the morning rays of the sun.

"You're missing me already? I don't think gorgeous women like you should cry, Y/n," comes the voice.

A loud sob pulls past your lips, and you scramble up to crush Kirishima in a hug with one arm. You cradle the baby in the other, careful to not hurt him.

The tall redhead just chuckles and steps back at the force of your hug, but wraps his arms around you closely, holding you tight, "I've gotcha... I've gotcha," he whispers as you settle down.

You pull back a minute later, wiping the tears from your eyes, you punch him in the shoulder and yell, "You forgot something, dammit!"

Kirishima yelps in pain and shies away from you as you hold out the small baby Rumblehorn, and awe takes over his face as he cups the delicate dragon in his large hands.

"I didn't know there was another one," he mumbles as he glances back up at you, "Thank you." You roll your eyes and mutter, "That wasn't the thing you forgot, dummy."

In one swift movement, you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down to meet your lips. Your mouth collides with his own a second later, and he can't help but let out a groan at the taste of tears on his tongue.

The kiss is short but sweet, and it's enough to send both of your minds into overdrive. You both pull back at the same time, staring blankly in shock at each other.

The moment is interrupted when Honey chuffs, nudging Kirishima to give her the last baby. He quickly sets the green-scaled baby on the ground before turning back to you.

"Now, where were we?"

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Wait, you're not dating?! | KiriBaku x GN!Reader

Content: Polyam relationship, mutual pining

Warnings: If you don't like poly, then leave me alone. Don't comment anything negative on it, please.

Notes: I'd so be in a polyam relationship with these two. I'm also kinda iffy on how this came out, but oh well. It's my first time writing polyam, so for my first time writing polyam I think it's good! Also please note that I haven't seen MHA/BNHA in a long time. This is just how I remember these guys.

~*~*~*

(Y/n) watched the two boys playfully argue over something in the study hall. Sitting almost shoulder to shoulder, (Y/n) felt envy and sorrow bubble up in their chest. Both boys captured their heart and held it hostage, but anyone could see plain as day, that the two boys were a couple and weren't interested in them.

Sighing to themselves, they set their stuff down at a table some ways away from the two. Both were so loud that no matter where they went, they were always within earshot. Taking out their book to try and study, slowly the boys' commotion was being drowned out by their own thoughts.

The words on the pages, at first, were comprehensively taken in, but soon they began to blur as their mind wandered. Wandered to how dating each boy would be. How good of a kisser each boy would be. How each boy would hold them at night, how each boy...

"Oh, hey (Y/n)!" Izuku broke them out of their thoughts. "Mind if I sit with you?"

(Y/n) blinked themselves back to reality and looked up. "Huh? Oh, sure."

Izuku sat himself across from them. "I don't know how you've managed to study, what with Kacchan's and Kirishima's yelling..."

"Oh, studying, yeah..." (Y/n) looked down at their book.

Izuku was silent for a moment before chuckling. "You weren't, were you?"

"Ah!" (Y/n) snapped their gaze up. "I was! I just..."

They glanced over their shoulder at the boys, who had gotten suspiciously quiet all of a sudden. "Got a little carried away..."

Izuku laughed. "Sure you did! Hey, I can help you, if you'd like?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." (Y/n) went to spin their book around to let Izuku see, but a third, firm hand planted on it.

"That wont be needed, Deku." Bakugou growled.

"O-Oh! Kacchan...!"

Bakugou growled, but (Y/n) stepped in before a fight could break out. "Bakugou, what is it?"

"Just came to see if you needed help." Bakugou's tone softened when he turned to them.

"Ah, Izuku already offered-"

"Well now I'm offering!" Bakugou yelled, getting glares from other students around the three.

"Alright, alright, if it'll make you quiet down then fine..." (Y/n) gave Izuku an apologetic look.

Bakugou huffed, then sat down next to (Y/n) and glared at Izuku. "Scram, Deku."

"Sorry, Izuku..." (Y/n) mumbled.

"Ah, it's okay! Call me later, alright?" Izuku didn't seem too bothered.

(Y/n) nodded with a smile, watching their friend walk away. They then turned to Bakugou, who was sitting close to them. Their face grew heated, and they turned their gaze to the table. "R-right...let's just get this over with..."

~*~*~*

After a few hours, the pair had decided to stop their studying for the day. They left the school together, side by side and pretty much shoulder to shoulder. Bakugou finished the punchline of a joke to which (Y/n) laughed at. Bakugou let a smirk take over his lips, his crimson gaze lingering on their form.

Once their laughter died down, Bakugou glanced over at the sky. "Ah, hey, it's the golden hour."

"Woah, we stayed really late. Will Kirishima be upset that you spent so much one-on-one time with me?"

Bakugou grunted. "I dunno. You tell me."

"What? But...but aren't you two...dating?" (Y/n) looked at Bakugou in confusion.

Bakugou's gaze snapped to them. "Huh? No! I thought you and shitty hair were a thing! Don't think I haven't noticed how close you two have gotten, giggling and whispering in class and shit."

"Wha- but- so...so you're not dating him?"

"No! I thought you were dating him!" Bakugou yelled in frustration.

"No, but I wish!" (Y/n) yelled back.

Bakugou stopped and stared at them. He looked hurt. (Y/n) then spoke again.

"But I...I also want to date you."

"You...you want to date both of us?" Bakugou spoke with a rare soft tone. "As in...like...a polyamorous relationship?"

(Y/n) nods. "I guess something like that, yeah. O-only if you'll have me."

"Of course I would! Are you fucking kidding me?! I've liked you for a while!" Bakugou went back to yelling.

Both of them looked at each other for a moment before (Y/n) spoke up. "...I need to talk to Kiri."

"I'm coming with."

~*~*~*

(Y/n) knocked on Kirishima's door frantically, Bakugou standing really close behind them. It didn't take long for the red head to open the door.

"Oh, hey (Y/n)! Bakubro, you're here too? What's up guy-"

"Cut the shit, Kiri." Bakugou leaned over (Y/n) and rested his arm on the door frame. "Are you dating anyone?"

"Ah, no. Why?"

"Good. We need to talk to you." Bakugou pushed past (Y/n) and Kirishima and walked into his house.

Kirishima and (Y/n) shared a glance before the red head let them in. "So...what's this about?"

"We wanna date you." Bakugou spoke bluntly, crossing his arms.

"Ah-! Katsuki! I was gonna ease him into it!" (Y/n) fumbled at the spiky ash blonde.

"Well you shoulda beat me to it!" Bakugou yelled at them.

"W-wait, wait...you guys wanna let me in your relationship?"

Both Bakugou and (Y/n) stopped and stared at him. Kirishima blinked innocently.

"We're not dating." (Y/n) spoke.

"Yet." Bakugou closed his eyes and sighed through his nose.

"What?! I thought you were!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"I thought you and Bakugou were dating!" (Y/n) laughed.

"And I thought you two were a thing." Bakugou growled. "Anyways, Kiri, do you wanna date us or not? Like a polyamorous thing or some shit."

"Ye-yeah! I'd be honored!" Kirishima blushed. "I...I never thought this would happen...I'll be the manliest partner you two will ever have!"

"Alright don't get all emotional on us." Bakugou deadpanned.

"Aw Bakugou, leave him be. I'm getting a little emotional myself..." (Y/N) smiled sweetly up at Bakugou.

Bakugou blushed slightly and looked away. "Tch. Dumbass..."

Kirishima stepped closer to his new partners. "You...you guys are serious, right? It's not a dream, right?! (Y/n), pinch me!"

(Y/n) chuckled as they pinched Kiri. "It's not a dream."

"If it is a dream...I never wanna wake up..." Bakugou mumbled the last bit, still looking away.

"Huh? What was that?" (Y/n) looked up with Kiri.

"I said I...I never wanna wake up." Bakugou refused to look at his new partners.

Tears welled in Kiri's eyes, and he wiped them. "S-so, should we...should we plan a date? The three of us?"

(Y/n) grinned. "Yeah! Katsuki, what're you thinking?"

"Tch. Of course you'd choose the most superior planner." Bakugou gained his confident smirk back. "A dinner tonight. 8 pm. We all meet up at this noodle place tonight."

"Oh! Matsutake? That just opened! I've been wanting to go." Kirishima flashed his sharp teeth.

"Yeah." Bakugou nodded. "(Y/n)?"

"I'm game." (Y/n) grinned themselves.

"Good. I'll meet you both at the doors at 8pm sharp." Bakugou then kissed both Kirishima's and (Y/n)'s foreheads. "And don't be late, dumbasses!"

Then, he left his new partners dumbfounded. (Y/n) was the one to break the silence.

"S-sorry this was all so sudden, Kiri..."

"No no it's okay! I'm just as surprised as you are."

"Yeah, Katsuki sure has a way of surprising everyone..." (Y/n) covered their red face with their hands.

Kirishima chuckled. "Yeah, only Katsuki can make the first kisses then leave like nothing...anyway, you should probably head home so you can get ready for our date! Unless, you want me to dress you up in my clothes?"

(Y/n) laughed. "While very tempting, I'm not sure Katsu would like that very much. I'll see you there, Kiri."

(Y/n) then kissed Kirishima's cheek and left without another word. From outside, they could hear Kirishima losing his mind. It made them laugh.

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[ ttobiitea ] sent: “cozy - ft. e/kirishima!”

“yn, we’ve been studying for the past three hours. i - i don’t think my brain can take it anymore!” eijirou exclaims, throwing his pencil down in frustration. “it’s getting late anyway; can’t we just, i don’t know, call it a night?”

yn sighs and looks up from her paper. eijirou’s pulled this act three times tonight. once every hour. “ei, my sweet, precious boy,” she reaches over to caress his cheek, a kind smile on her face. “no,” she says bluntly, smile disappearing.

eijioru pulls his face away and groans loudly, falling back onto the floor with a thud.

“i’m sorry,” yn says softly, setting her things down to go lie down beside him. “you can stop if you want, ei. i’m not forcing you to study,” she laughs a little.

he hums, hugging her tighter to his body. he presses his lips to her hairline and inhales deeply. “i know, angel. i just don’t want to fall asleep before you’re done.”

yn hums back at him, closing her eyes. she yawns and opens her eyes. “you gotta let me go,” she sounds tired, “i can’t fall asleep yet, you know that, ei.”

“mhm,” he says, already half asleep. “i won’t let you fall asleep, angel. just a few more minutes, ‘kay?”

yn nods against his chest, letting her eyes close. “just a few more minutes,” her voice is quieter now.

eijirou yawns, which makes yn yawn again.

soon, soft snores are coming from yn. eijirou smiles, eyes remaining shut. “goodnight yn,” he whispers, kissing her forehead once more.

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

Warning: Brief mention of blood, mentions of food

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Your head was positively pounding as your hand gently reached for the handle on your dorm room door, feeling like your brain was pulsating inside of your skull as you struggled to keep your eyes open with how exhausted you were. Today had been rough for you, to say the least, and the only thing on your mind in that moment was collapsing into bed and praying that you’d fall asleep easily and be able to ignore the pain that was far too noticeable in your head and ears.

You and Denki had been paired up in class that day in a match against Present Mic, and it was safe to say that you had come out of the battle much worse for wear than you had expected. Mic had a very nonthreatening, energetic presence, but facing him as a direct opponent had left both you and Denki in recovery girl’s office with bleeding ears, aching limbs and pounding headaches as she scolded your teacher and his colleagues for always being so rough on you kids and refusing to hold back whenever you were made to face them.

The darkness within your room was a sight you welcomed with open arms as you finally pushed the dorm’s door open, though the small lamp on your bedside table was oddly left on despite you remembering having turned it off before heading to class that morning, leaving more light in the room than you would have liked in that moment.

However, when you refocused your gaze on the rest of your dorm room and caught sight of your adorably precious boyfriend waiting patiently for you on your bed, a water bottle and your favorite snack in hands as his eyes lit up upon realizing you were finally home, all of the frustration you initially felt at the smidgen of light in your room immediately faded away and was replaced with pure relief.

Eijirou Kirishima didn’t need you to say anything to know what you needed in that moment, pushing himself up off of your bed and moving to wrap his arms around you and completely encompass you in his loving warmth where you remained in your dorm’s door frame.

“I know you had a long day babe, but you can relax now. I’m here to take care of you.” Eijirou spoke softly in your ear, allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder as you held back tears at his words. You felt ridiculous getting emotional over such a simple gesture, so you simply squeezed your boyfriend tighter in your arms in hopes of hiding the tears brewing in your eyes as he led you over to your bed and helped you sit down onto the plush, comfy surface.

“Take this and drink some water, babe, I know your head’s probably killing you right now.” Eijirou was incredibly mindful of his volume as he spoke to you, handing you some painkillers before setting down the snack he had brought for you and your TV remote beside you and moving to sit behind you. “Turn on your favorite show and eat up, let me give you a massage. You got slammed pretty hard into the ground earlier in your fight with Mic, I can’t imagine how sore you must be right now and I wanna make you feel better.”

You happily chugged the water he had so kindly brought for you upon hearing your boyfriend’s words, swallowing the headache relief medicine with ease and allowing yourself to melt into your boyfriend’s firm touch as he began massaging your shoulders, helping the tension and pain ease off of your body in waves as his fingers dug into your muscles. As you ripped open your snack bag and began scanning through the different streaming services you had availible to find a show to watch you wondered just how you had gotten so lucky, how you had gotten a boyfriend who was so caring and attentive and gentle with you when he knew you needed it most.

You may not know what you had done to deserve him, but you knew without a doubt that Eijirou deserved a thank you for all he had done for you that evening, turning around briefly and pressing a sweet, quick peck on his lips in a silent communication of your thanks before turning back around and allowing him to massage all the stress and pain out of your body with ease.

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kajinovaa · 2 years

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ringringringgg~ 🎵

fuccboi kiwipima sent you a photo! :D ✨️

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snowwriter · 10 months

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𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Paring: Eijirou Kirishima x GN Reader Relationship established: Romantic

♡︎ Just like Midoriya, Kirishima is so supportive of you and will do whatever he can to see you smile.

♡︎ He loves to call you nicknames such as: Honey, Sugar, Angel, Baby, Sweetheart, Beautiful, and Baby Shark.

♡︎ Your nicknames for him are: Red, Crimson, Kiri, Baby, Rocky, Shark Boy, Ei, and Meat Lover.

♡︎ Whenever his roots start to show, he finds this as an opportunity to spend time with you. He’ll just send you a text asking if you could come over to his dorm to help dye his hair again and smile when you send a thumbs up in response. This man is absolutely melting as he’s sitting in between your legs as you re-dye his hair.

♡︎ He leaves little notes, whether they’re encouraging or ones reminding you how much he loves you, where you’ll be able to find them. He leaves them in your locker, on your desk in your dorm and in class, and even on your mirror.

♡︎ This guy will pull you gently against him by the waist with one hand and cup your cheek with the other as he places a sweet kiss on your lips. He’ll then pull away, resting his forehead on yours and say “I love you so much, hon.”

♡︎ This big guy loves it when you give him bunny kisses. He finds it so adorable that he does it too to see your cheeks turn slightly pink.

♡︎ He’s the big spoon, no doubt about it. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you from the dangers of the night as you sleep soudly against his chest. But he doesn’t mind if you’re the big spoon once in awhile, he likes to lay his head on your chest as your steady heartbeats lulls him to sleep.

♡︎ He absolutely loves seeing you wear his clothes which are way too big for you. Be it hoodies, shirts, shorts, sweatpants, or tank tops, he finds them all cute on you. He even gave you a few of his shirts and hoodies that you would frequently use when you stayed in his dorm.

♡︎ He’s very protective when it comes to you, but he admires and praises your strength and how amazing you are that you don’t need him to protect to you. But that doesn’t stop him from having your back in combat and in training.

♡︎ Will give piggy-back rides when you’re too tired to walk. What can he say, he loves having you in his arms in some way or another.

♡︎ Now, Kirishima isn’t really the type to get jealous because he trusts and knows that you love him too much to cheat on him. But it doesn’t stop him from being close to you with an arm wrapped around your waist as you talk with someone that he feels is really just some perv pretending to be nice.

♡︎ Loves it when you sit on his lap, seeing you relax as you lean against him while his head is in the crook of your neck makes him happy. He also likes it if you’re sitting in a position where you’re facing him as it gives him access to your lips.

♡︎ You normally hang with him and the Bakusquad during lunch or an outing in the city. Congratulations, you’re part of the pack!

♡︎ Whenever you’re upset or in that dark period of your life where you feel lost, confused, scared, and alone, he’s always there for you. He’ll come running to you wherever you are and stay by your side to provide comfort. He’ll do his best to bring back your smile, he always does.

♡︎ He’ll wrap you up in his embrace as he wipes your tears away gently with his thumb, his eyes staring into yours with nothing but love and care. “I know that you’re going through a hard time right now, but things will get better. You’re strong, stronger than anyone I know. You’ll get through this. Just don’t give up, okay Angel?”

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sweeterthansammy · 2 years

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SMUTOBER 2021 | DAY 4 - STEPCEST | STEPBROTHER1EIJIROU KIRISHIMA X STEPSISTER!READER

a/n: currently using my ipad to write so plsss bear with me my darlings. i’m bored out of my mind and i never finished my 2021 smutober event so what better time work on those than now :D

warnings: stepcest, oral (male receiving), age gap of two years (reader is older but both are above 18), lots of petnames, kiri has a huge dick, brief tummy bulge, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), pretty rough sex, one (1) insulting nickname, dirty talk, squirting, not proofread at all. lmk if i missed anything!

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eijirou had caught you lurking by his bedroom for the umpteenth time that week. it wasn’t anything new.

he didn’t miss the way your eyes would linger on him for a second longer each time or the way your clothing would become skimpier. and he most definitely didn’t miss the way your voice dropped a couple octaves or the way your voice became all minx-like. especially when your parents were around.

your parents simply chalked it up as childish banter or teasing. they ignored the way eijirou would tense up next to you when you were seated at the dinner table, blaming it on his stupid male hormones.

going out for late night jogs was your jam. you’d gone for jogs every night, trying to not skip one. on the rare nights that you would, your parents would either be out of town or merely spending some time away from their kids.

those nights, you’d prance around in the tiniest shorts and a bralette - a couple sizes too small to the point where your breasts flooded over the top. eijirou would simply pop in to grab a bottle of water or a snack before disappearing into his room again, fucking his fist at the mental image of the blue lace that barely covered your chest.

one night, your parents had gone out for a business dinner, eijirou’s mom specifically telling you to make sure nothing stupid happened once his friends made it over.

you’d dressed yourself up in the prettiest silk slip you owned. spritzing some of your favorite perfume under your jawline, on your sternum, between your thighs, you’d made your way to his room.

eijirou was seated on his gaming chair, your eyes trained on his lips as he nibbled at the plush out of concentration. you plopped your bottom onto the edge of his bed, moaning dramatically, huffing a “ah, fuck.”

you threw your hair up into a bun, twisting and rubbing at your neck as you hummed.

“eiji?”

that voice. that fucking voice. you were using it on him with no shame whatsoever.

“what’s up?”

“could you rub my neck f’me, baby?”

you slid the nickname in with no effort, his dick twitching in his joggers.

“u-uh, of course.”

he made his way over to you, planting himself behind you.

“right here?”

“uh-huh, just a bit more forward.”

his fingers felt the drum of your pulse and the way you swallowed when his fingers got closer to the front of your throat.

“right there, honey.”

you were just in your junior year of college, eijirou in his freshman year. just because he was a couple years short didn’t mean you had the right to have him hot on your tail like a lost puppy. though you did, he absolutely had no problem with it.

“h-harder, eij.”

you hummed, melting into his touch when you felt his dick nudging your tailbone.

“thank you, sweetheart.”

he audibly whimpered that time, a chuckle rumbling from your chest.

“does my little baby need some help?”

“y/n-“

before he could fully get your name out, you were already swinging yourself around to face him. your hands were all over him in seconds, your lips exploring his neck.

“tell me you don’t want me, eiji,” you breathed out, falling to your knees as you peppered his sculpted abdomen with hickies.

“fu-ck! ‘course i want you,” he groaned.

little whimpers and curses fell from his lips as you tugged his bottoms off. you nearly drooled at the sight of his cock, all angry and swollen. his tip was especially stressed, sporting a deep purple as his precum dabbled onto his abdomen.

“oh, honey,” you cooed, spitting into your palms before taking him into your hands.

his hips immediately bucked at the feeling of your significantly smaller, smoother hands jerking him off. adding your mouth to the mix sent him straight to heaven. he had no words as you tried your best to take all of him, gagging nonetheless.

“shit, you’re fuckin’ killin’ me, y/n,” he hummed.

you pulled off of him as his hips began jerk, signaling his release.

“wanna feel your cum inside’a me.”

your words simply did nothing to help him, only making his dick painfully harder than it already was.

he throbbed to feel something around his cock again, whether it were your hands, your mouth, your tits - anything! you lifted your slip high enough for him to see that you wore no underwear, a groan falling from his lips as he grabbed at your hips.

“patience, baby,” you warned.

you ground your cunt onto him, rocking your hips against his tip a bit before finally slotting him at your entrance. you sunk down onto him with a broken moan, eyes squeezing shut as he stretched you deliciously.

his cock hit places you never know they could hit. you hoisted your slip over your head, whimpering at the sight of his dick prodding against your stomach.

“fuck,” you uttered to yourself.

“y/n, move. i’m gonna fucking explode if you don’t.”

you were frozen in place, trying to comprehend the fact that you still had more of him to fit in you.

“eij-“

“‘m sorry, princess.”

it was his turn for the nicknames as he flipped you over, pushing you onto your hands and knees before bottoming out. you quite literally screamed at the feeling, your insides feeling as though they were being scrambled.

“sh-sh-it, kiri!”

your arms gave out from beneath you, giving eijirou more leverage as he held onto your hips and pounded you mercilessly.

“what would your dad think? huh? imagine he walked in right now and saw his stepson fucking his daughter. i don’t think i’d be too ashamed, sweetheart.”

your cunt fluttered at his words.

holding onto your throat, he pulled your back to his chest, the new angle making you see stars. his other hand left your hip, dropping to your clit to rub harsh circles. you gushed all over him - soaking his thighs, his hand, his cock.

“such a fuckin’ slut.”

you could hear the smirk in his voice as he continued to trace jagged circles on your cunt.

boy, oh, boy. were you in for one very long night.

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ೀ⋆OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY ━━ eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking. there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot. (5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, friends to lovers (?), mentions of death/murder, demons, gore, choking, gags, marking, blood play, knife play, creampies, cockwarming, monsterfucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, demon + fem!reader, monster-hunter!kirishima.

୨୧ — director’s note. back again for another week! sorry for the delay on this one! it's for sure one of the spookier fics so pls proceed with caution and enjoy <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

what does it mean to die?

by definition and according to the oxford dictionary — to die means to lose the life of a person or organism. any creature that breathes (to all capacities) the same components as air as yourself, that moves, that communicates, that exists. but what does it actually mean to die?

death is a concept the most humans find difficulty in coming to terms with. there is fear in not knowing what comes after or how it might feel when the flickering flame of your life is finally blown out. do you really see every choice you’ve ever made flash before your eyes? does it hurt? what emotions do you feel? regret, sadness, pain or happiness?

life can be so fickle, yet is always taken for granted and in a number of ways too. those that exist at this very moment don’t dare to consider the long run, they live in the moment — yes. but do they appreciate it? and then there are those that take life, disrupt the beauty of its natural course and take away a being’s chance to see the world for what it really is. to ruin their chances of love, longing and laughter. how cruel of a human do you have to be to want to hurt someone in such a way?

these are the thoughts that have plagued eijirou kirishima’s mind as of late, haunting his every waking moment from the second his eyes open, every hour in between, and to the second that they close. death has been a constant theme across the campus of yueii recently. ever since the fire at the beginning of the school year had burned the college’s local bar — it’s been everywhere.

the disappearances, the murders, the deaths.

it started with that girl, ochako uraraka, from the college cheerleading team. she went missing after a match at home and was found in the woods later on. then there was kyouka jirou — some emo looking girl who liked to skip class to play her music obnoxiously loud outside of the campus library. her friends shinsou and kaminari had been deeply affected by that.

and as of yesterday, mina ashidou.

she was the kind of girl eijirou would have been into if it wasn’t for his long-term boyfriend katsuki bakugou. she was bubbly and loud, but never treated anyone without an ounce of kindness and warmth — mina loved mornings, loved being in class and loved caring for her friends. the redhead had gotten close to her over the course of last semester, mina having joined him for a portion of his major (sports medicine) that coincided with her psych course. during that time relishing in the gift of her friendship and the kind gestures she offered like coffees for nine AM classes or sharing her notes whenever kirishima found things hard to follow.

she was found dead in one of the newly built frat houses just north of her last class with eijirou kirishima. and like most of the other victims, it looked as though she’d been chewed out by animals, as if she was scared right up until her last moments.

everyone had begged the question, who would do such a thing? why would they do it? students begin to flee, head home despite the year of lectures and assignments ahead whilst parents sent angry emails demanding that the university do more to protect their children. the killer remained at large, without a pattern, without a trademark nor a trace of evidence. nothing that could give investigators the slightest clue was ever left behind.

the only coincidence kirishima could come up with, was the very fact that you didn’t seem to care about what happened to mina even though you had been planning a date with her just hours before her death. he distinctly remembers your conversation in the halls, how you’d barely paid the pink haired girl any mind until eijirou struck up a casual (albeit, a little, flirty) conversation with her somewhere along the line. if there’s one thing that kirishima knows about you, his best friend, is that you hate when he’s the centre of attention.

he’s known you for practically as long as he’s been alive, you’ve been friends for the same amount of time too and through years of emotional bonding — eijirou has noted so many little oddities about you. things that he once adored, at least he thought that he did. you hated it when your outfits clashed, you had always jokingly claimed that it made you look like siblings rather than lovers. you were always so possessive, it took you months to accept bakugou as a partner and even more for kirishima to finally get over you… having the inkling feeling that you were leading him on.

to him, you were everything. a blessing wrapped in the shape of a wonderful human being, worth more than any gold or money a man could find. he loved you more than he should have for a friend, something he was a little too ashamed to admit — he let you take advantage of the kindest parts of his nature because of it. sometimes it almost felt like you wanted kirishima, like you needed him despite swearing that you weren't into the burly redhead. though nowadays, there’s a sinister twist in to his gut whenever you’re around — a cool chill that settles in his bones and a pang of fright to his chest where his heart is. like a knife has sliced right through it.

you’re not the same as you were before.

he gets flashes, visions of thinks he feels like he’s not supposed to see — your eyes disappearing into your skull and reappearing in a twisted shade of dark red, deep enough to rival blood diamonds and rubies. oftentimes there’s a devil’s tail and demon fangs that drip with a viscous substance akin to the one that runs through his veins and carries oxygen to his lungs. and in the days after his visions, you seem more full of life, more confident and hotter than previous ones.

that’s when it hits him, like a sturdy building coming down on eijirou all at once. rose tinted glass shatters around him, knocking his skin — making him bleed as it’s shards form a truth that he has been dreading.

whatever it is that you are, whatever it is that you’ve become is the reason for all of this death.

eijirou kirishima’s best friend… you… are a demon, a demonised college student that kills college girls for sport.

in one of his dreams, eijirou sees you soaked to the bone in blood like you've drowned in a rouge tainted oil slick. you’re still as ethereal as you’ve ever been, perhaps even glowing — and even though it’s just a dream and he knows what you’ve done, he still finds himself that boy who years for you and your body against his. on top of his. moving with his—

shooting up from the comfort of his sheets, kirishima palms the dull ache at the forefront of his mind as he tries to rid himself of all thoughts regarding you. funnily enough, you’re already there, waiting for him practically naked at the foot of his bed as if eijirou had used a demon circle to summon you in the middle of the night. it never used to be like that, where he’d call for you and you’d actually answer.

you’ve been in his room more times than he can count — put posters up with him, had sleepovers, danced to old music on his stereo tapes. but this time isn’t the same. firstly, you’ve never been bare below the waist and secondly, you’ve never looked this insane or deranged. the hairs on the back of the redhead’s neck stand on end, his spiked pulse — elevated and alive steadily thumps through him so loud he’s scared that you might hear it… and yet….

“what are you even doing here? don’t you know it’s late?” kirishima yawns, stretching out his tired limbs as he holds his arms above his head for some relief in his taut muscles.

peeking a crimson eye open to look at you, the smear of blood at the corner of your plump lips doesn’t go unnoticed by him, though, it still doesn’t elicit the reaction eijirou expects from himself. the innate human desire to survive.

“i owe you an explanation.” the smile that you give him is too fast to be genuine, just barely reaching your big shiny eyes. there’s that feeling again, the knots in eijirou’s stomach — the ones that let him know something is off. “you know what i am, i want to tell you why.” your tone is sickly sweet like molasses in his ears, innocent as if you’re not a demon.

as if you’re not the one behind all of this death. you explain to kirishima in detail about the night a group of bandmates sacrificed you to satan so that they could go global. how they mistook you for a virgin sacrifice. how the devil resides within you now. you tell him about the blood of your victims and the missing people. how it’s the only thing you can stomach. how it makes you grow stronger, how it heals you, how much you love the new version of you. the murderous you.

he thinks you might have gone insane when you flip a lighter from your pocket to burn your tongue — showing how you recover almost instantly. it’s only then that fear strikes eijirou in the chest with the power of a lightning bolt — realising that he’s well and truly lost his best friend. to satan or to insanity.

poor, gullible, eijirou kirishima — for doubting that his best friend could be capable of such heinous crimes. and while you stand there, looking more alive and more beautiful than ever… he just can’t fight the feeling that makes him want to run.

the red head quickly realises that he’s no longer faster or stronger than you. for your demon powers have you reaching the bed before he can even throw off the sheets. your toned thighs swing around his waist to lock eijirou down to the bed, his back hitting the blankets with a dull thud and his wrist nearly crushed in your hand — wrestling his concealed knife away from your chest, just barely nicking you.

“why would you want to hurt me, eiji?” you comment softly, acting as if everything is as it were before you changed. “it’s still the same old me!” the both of you are breathing deep from where your old friend thrashes underneath you, his pupils dilating and casting a dark shadow over his terrified red eyes. “i really don’t want to hurt you.”

this could be it. he thinks. his life flashing before his eyes just like the stories say. “t-then don’t…” kirishima stutters, the pitch of his voice spiking as you shift on top of him — inspecting him as if he’s a piece of meat. you have him right where you want him, his blade under your control, his vital organs open and vulnerable. one wrong move and kirishima could be next on your list of life-force victims. “you don’t have to.”

“you’re right… i don’t think i will.” cooing, you take your free hand down eijirou’s muscled body, tongue darting out to wet your lips while your hips grind down on his swelling erection — painfully hard from the mix of arousal and fear coursing through his blood stream. “on one condition,” you continue on, moaning lightly at the sensation of your clothed clit catching on his cockhead. “you let me feed from you.”

“w-will you kill me?”

“only if you stop trying to kill me.” you’re not upset, from what he can tell — revelling in your best friend’s guilt and betrayal as his knife drags along your collarbones in a thin slice from where you’ve let your guard down.

a crimson gaze flickers to all of the vital points on your face — searching for your innocence and any traces of who you once were. seizing the opportunity hiding within your hesitation and the crack in your resolve, kirishima tries once more to shove you off of him but makes the mistake of trusting your facade. he’s quick but you’re quicker, raking your nails over his toned stomach until they catch on the waistband of his shorts. as soon as his erection springs free — wetly slapping against his stomach whilst precum tangles in the coarse black of his pubic hair, you slither your hot cunt down on to him.

straight to the hilt.

your thighs either side of his angled hips keep the redhead anchored to his sheets and your hands splayed across his stomach stop him from writhing away from your quivering cunt as it clenches around him. not that he’d want to. pull out of you, of course. eijirou grows delirious, hot under the collar at the feeling of his weighty cock pulsing against your biscuits, squishy insides. a tender whimper bubbles up on his slightly chapped lips, his pointed teeth sinking into the swell of his lower one to try and muffle the pathetic sound.

he can hardly believe this. that is best friend, whatever form you might be taking right now, is sitting on his fat, drippy dick like he’s always dreamed of. any guilt kirishima has pulsing through his veins (in regards to basically cheating on bakugou, his boyfriend, no less) is replaced by white hot blistering lust. it burns at his nerve endings, painfully tremors through his erection trapped by your welcoming wet walls. it leaks against pleasure spots in the form of sticky precum — white and thick as it paints your pussy while you cockwarm him.

kirishima swallows and his adam’s apple bobs, he looks up at you through his dark long lashes without a word — afraid this his voice will fail him and end up in a moan.

“please, eijirou,” you purr, completely devoid of any blame-worthiness or evidence of your wrong doings. you’ve killed people. innocent girls for your own bloodlust and now you’re where — seated on your bestie’s dick as if your crimes mean nothing. and with a pussy like yours, wrapped around kirishima so warmly and tightly, he might start to believe that you’re innocent too. “let me feed from you, promise i won’t hurt you. i just…need…”

leaning down towards his neck, your hips shift above his own, encouraging his heavy girth to sink deeper inside of you — walls rippling pleasurably around him. the sudden movement causes a low, and needy groan to take residence in kirishima’s chest — taking root in his lungs and other vital organs. his head tips back into the pillows, ruby, blood red locks tussled against their fabric as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead and another down his chin. tracing the ridges of his adam’s apple and the column of his throat.

his eyes don’t dare flutter shut, coasting over your every move as your lips ghost over his prominent collarbone and then his neck — pressing into his pulse pout where his heartbeat races, fear and adrenaline shooting through his body thanks to the steady thump of his heart.

you hear it all, the frightened tune of eijirou’s bodily orchestra only causing your mouth to water. “just need to taste you…” pouting, you nudge the point at which his chiselled jaw meets his neck. “need you.”

slowly but surely, your hunger reveals your truest form — and instead of the sweet girl eijirou kirishima once new, you sprout demon horns and a tail, nails that could tear a throat out, teeth that could surely cause carnage and a feral grin proving to the redhead that you would eat him alive. in contrast, your tone is sweet like syrupy honey or hard candy, the kind that eijirou loves — it’s salacious and full of wanton and he knows that he should resist. but you’ve always had a way of getting what you want out of him — he can never say no to you. you are his girl after all.

and no matter how hard he tries to escape your clutches — he will always be yours.

“f-fine,” kirishima barks, albeit shakily. “t-take what you need. just as long as you promise not to kill me.”

“pinky, baby.” comes your angelic coo, contrasting with the deep red of your own blood as it drips against kirishima’s golden boy skin. your hands massage over his sensitive pecs, smearing your hot blood over his nipples as they pebble under your fiendish touch. there’s a devilish spark in your pretty eyes once he agrees, and so, you latch onto his gorgeous, golden tanned skin ready to feed on kirishima to your heart's content.

as the pointed edge of your teeth sink into eijirou’s neck, his hips instinctively turn upwards and nudge his thick cock against your womb while layers of your juices spiral down each prominent blue vein that decorates his shaft. you bite down, hard, bruising him with shades of deep purple and midnight blue as if you’re creating a work of art. you suck the life from kirishima, close to draining his blood as if you’re a vampire fledgling with her first catch of prey.

there’s a weakness and a fuzziness that sits comfortably over eijirou’s brain, enhanced by the steady stream you set your hips — gently lifting and dropping them over the red head’s lap. the more energy, the more life force, that you drink from him — a mix of your blood and his glossing over your lips, the more turned on you feel. your cunt drips down his balls like a never ending tap, you’re so wet that a lewd slap echoes throughout your best friend’s bedroom.

even though you’re the one in control, guiding the hum of ecstasy that courses throughout kirishima's entire body, the waves that make him tingle from the top of his head to the tips of his toes — there’s no doubt that he has you losing your composure. the delicious burn of his girth against the tight rim of your entrance every time you sink down on the redhead drives you up the wall and pulls innocent whimpers from the bloody seam of your lips.

having him pressed up against your silken walls, bearing down on that special spot inside your swollen sinful pussy while you drain the man fry of his life force causes your jaw to go slack and tony spurts of his seed to coat your puffy folds. “oh fuck!” you drawl all high pitched, eyes disappearing into your skull as a bemused and blood-coated smile stretches across your angelic face. “you feel like heaven, eiji.” to pacify yourself, you lick over the puncture wound of your teeth that you’ve left against kirishima’s neck, grabbing him by the cheeks and tilting his head so you have access to the other side. “you taste so good, feel even better.”

“y-yeah?” kirishima asks, his voice shaky and extra husky from the lust. against his better judgement, clouded by all that is you — his rough hands fall to your doughy hips, manoeuvring you on his throbbing dick to his liking. “i-i like the way you fuck me, baby. but please…please move a little faster…”eijirou feels like he’s going insane beneath you chasing your sweltering and souse sex like a man following a mirage to quench his thirst. he behinds to push upward where you bounce your ass and pull off his cock, your hips rocking together fluidly.

his morals are completely abandoned, he could care less about the fact that you might be a killer, that you’re some kind of otherworldly being — especially when you ride him just like that. you release his raw bitten neck from your jaws of death, face and chin covered in blood and spit, while your hands dance down your chest and tweak at your nipples for your best friend’s viewing pleasure. he groans lowly at the sight, extending a thumb from your hip to reach between your doughy thighs and fat pussy lips so he can spread you wide open for him.

“g-getting bold, are we eiji?” you simper, ruby red lips caught between your pointy teeth when the rough pad of his thumb grazes your swollen clit as it peaks from between your folds. feverishly, you grind against kirishima’s digit, leaving a treacle-like trace of your sweet nectar against his hand. “so nasty. trying to get me off while i drain you dry. you m-must be delirious. so cute.”

he hates the way that you mock him, poke fun at how fucked up kirishima is for you. even though he knows that you’re slowly but surely killing him, drinking his blood while you take a seat on his achy, wet cock — he can’t help but give into you. eijirou wonders if this is how your other victims went out, if your precious tits swaying in their hot faces were the last thing they saw before you took them out. it’s a crude thought, but it only serves to turn him on even more. picturing you this way above others, your skin shining in the moonlight from the perspiration that glitters over you along with your glistening slit that leaves webs of your slick in his pubic hair.

while his thoughts escape him and his imagination runs wild, your next move catches the redhead by surprise. you grip his throat tight as leverage as you ride the man for dear life, pudgy thighs slapping against his strong ones, clit grinding against his pelvis and fingers. “fuck me,” eijirou begs, face twisted in rapture and guilt, cheeks as red as his hair. “fuck me harder, take what you want from me. j-just give it to me.”

it must be the lack of oxygen to his brain that obscures his view of you — the cold hearted killer on campus. because eijirou only sees his best friend, the girl he’s wanted his entire life, falling apart on his creamy cock as it bullies it’s way into your womb. he doesn’t care what you do to him as long as he keeps feeling as high as cloud nine.

the way you fuck yourself down on him right now, it’s like an out of body experience. you’re hot all over, out of control, objects and and Knick knacks around kirishima’s room levitating with the sheer amount of power and euphoria pulsating through your sweaty bodies as they move together in a shamefully slurry dance.

his head rolls to the side when you speed up, slamming your clenching cunt down on him with an erratic rhythm — a crude mix of your arousals flying about the place and wafting with the scent of metallic blood in the sex trained air. “you’re so needy, eijirou. bakugou hasn’t been taking care of you.” you tease through baited breath, throwing your hips down on him so that his milky precum spreads along your ribbed and sensitive walls.

you sink your teeth into his perfectly poised neck once more, leaving your mark and draining him of that life energy again. kirishima wails at your comment, chest heaving and eyes watering, his lungs threatening to explode with blistering lust. the more you bite at him, take his blood and his life, the more powerful eijirou feels. because you seem to have forgotten one key element to your newly found powers.

where your other victims were torn to shreds, the bites you leave on kirishima leave him with pieces of your demon abilities too.

“you can’t even respond, s’kinda pathetic, don’t you think eiji?” your words are harsher, meaner, and the red head can’t tell if it makes him want to fuck you or hate you more. “that you’re willing to let me sue you like this. take your life just like every pretty girl before you…maybe when i’m done with you, i’ll pick on your little boyfriend next—“

you truly are the fucking devil.

though everything you say is slurred and in the heat of the moment — you don’t have a chance to finish. every syllable ends in a salacious squeal when kirishima uses his newfound strength to wildly jackhammer into you. so fast and fucking hard that his weighty breeder’s balls smack against the jiggly flesh of your ass. his beefy arms snake their way around your shoulders, anchoring you to his girth while the bed creaks beneath the weight.

“will you fucking quit it?” in split second and surprising turn of events, eijirou has you flipped onto your stomach — sweaty chest to your back and cock so deep his pelvis barely peels away from your ass as it bounces for him. “you promised not to try and hurt me. but if you want it to hurt, then I’ll make it so.”

cockwarming him hardly prepared you for just how big and blessed your best friend is. chubby, fat and drooly as his cock glides through the sugar glazed lining of your gushy walls. every time your creamy hole clamps down on him, he threatens to crumble. like a mountain with an avalanche, his girth doused in your sweet essence and his breath shaky against your ear. kirishima grips at your demon’s tail where it sprouts just above your ass, stroking it lewdly just to hear you yowl for him.

the sheets below become victim to your pointed teeth, tearing through the soft linen in an attempt to calm your pornographic screams. “c’mon big guy,” you growl into the sheets, muffled, needy and amused, while you run your tongue over blood soaked teeth. “i thought you were going to make it hurt—“

“don’t test my patience, sweetheart,” your best friend snarls back as if you’re two animals fighting over land or territory — using his brute force, eijirou grips you by the back of your neck in a similar fashion to the way you did him, and yanks you onto your knees so that you’re both kneeling in the bed while eijirou fucks your wet little cunt raw. “if ‘m gonna fuck you, it’s going to be by my rules. so do me a fuckin’ favour and keep your pretty mouth shut, alright?”

the bed squeals louder than you do with this new position, eijirou angling his hips up to meet your g-spot perfectly — letting your eager pussy swallow him down. you lose control quicker than your brain can even realise, overpowered by the way the redhead brutally pounds into you, milky and heavy precum pearling along your ribbed walls like dew droplets in a black widow’s spiderweb. your sex welcome him home as if he was never meant to leave, clench on his bright red tip as you froth at his base and drop down his balls.

equally, your mouth foams with copious amounts of spit, your head hanging low while eijirou ruts you into a state of delirium. he licks the trace of drool seeping out of loud mouth and follows it up to your lips — generously feeding you his hungry moans and strings of spit. keeping you sedated, all for him while your tongues roll over one another in a fierce battle, neither of you knowing who will come out on top.

“you’re disgusting,” kirishima barks against your nape, giving it a near murderous squeeze — he fumbles around in the sheets and somehow locates the knife from before, pressing its cool blade against your skin with his free hand. you can just about hear him over the pap, pap, pap of his Rick plunging in and out of your slick walls. “don’t you feel guilty? huh? for…fuck, killing anyone?” the metal against your skin makes you moan, makes kirishima light headed and the whole ordeal so much hotter.

but you somehow manage to smirk in response, throwing it back into the red head aggressively— drowning in the pleasure. “don’t you feel guilty for fucking their killer?”

you grip the knife, pulling it closer to your vitality veins, light trails of blood from the wound smearing along kirishima’s skin meeting your skin. “why shouldn’t i kill you?”

“y-you don’t have a reason not to!” you battle through the thick drool on your tongue, hyperfocus in the precum and slick slinging between your sore thighs. you’re wrecked and ruined, losing your demon strength to your goodie two shoes best friend. “i’m a god, death doesn’t s-scare me!” with the way his dick churns you up, eijirou stretches you beyond your limits and preps you to take his impending heavy load. “f-fuck! right there, k-kiri!”

it’s so good that your demon powers activate on their own, your insides that burn bright with ecstasy grow so hot that they heat the knife pressed against you — branding eijirou’s hand with your claim until he drops the hot metal. he falters, the rhythm of his thrusts going sloppy while a creamy sound echoes between your sexes. you’ve changed and you’re right.

if eijirou kirishima really cared about your victims he would have turned you in and ended this all at the first chance. instead he dips into your demonic charm, afraid of what lies on the other end of this sinful ordeal. does he let you go? does he turn you in? does he keep his best friend here in his arms no matter what crimes you may commit?

“oh…oh eiji!” you whine, small and cute. “‘m gonna cum! please cum for me…cum with me.”

gone is his precious best friend, replaced with a slutty demon trying to selfishly such down his cock. lost in the moment of the ecstasy, you reach back and rake your talons across his skin in one last attempt to leave your mark and it’s only then that eijirou has had enough. using all of his strength, he roughly pushes you down to the sheets once more — forcing the sheets into your mouth to keep you quiet.

“i can’t stand you.” he reiterates, huffing against your shoulder while locks of his hair stick to your hot, sweaty bodies. “you’re so fucking greedy. so evil…”eijirou shifts to press his hand into the pillow next to your head, smiling sadistically at your muffled screams as he puts the last of his energy into making you cum just as you want. because you always get what you want out of him. “y-you don’t even deserve this.”

“b-but you’ll give it to me,” you pant around your mock gag, swallowing down thickly. “i’ll keep killing if i have to… you’ll still want me…”

even if it’s true, eijirou always wanting you, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re no longer the girl he used to know. used to love. his warm and kind persona you once knew is replaced with a similar demonic beast full of lust. “yeah i will and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” he threatens, continually bucking into you and nudging your g-spot in a swaying dance of sacrilege. “s-shit, you’re gettin’ tight. are you really that close, so soon?”

all you can do is nod — grabbing and biting at anything to keep yourself calm. the world around you shakes furiously and white blinds your gaze as you cum, juices splashing back onto kirishima’s meaty girth. “let me give it to you, hm? cream this pussy. make you mine like you want…” comes the red head’s last simper before the dam breaks and your demon cunt drains him dry, milking him for every last drop of his potent white seed.

the two of you are reduced to shallow breaths and heavy eyelids — exhausted from the loss of blood and sharing of demon powers.

but before you can turn around and sing kirishima your praises — the air is sucked from your lungs, a searing pain shooting through your back right through to the centre of your chest. thick, hot blood fills your lungs and the cavity in which they rest, it gathers at the corners of your cherry bitten lips and seeps through the knife wound kirishima has inflicted on you.

he’s quite literally stabbed you in the back.

he had no other choice, he couldn’t let you go on hurting people and tarnishing the image of his once best friend. you were different now, you had no place in the world anymore. it was your turn at death’s door, eijirou had decided.

“i… i’m sorry,” he says carefully, pulling out and away from you as you lay dying beneath him. “i… i couldn’t—“

with the last of your energy you offer eijirou kirishima a weak and bloody smile. “s’okay…” your breathing slows in understanding, and he lets go of the knife in your back. “so by any chance… have a tampon?”

of course you would find it in you to make a joke when faced with death. you weren’t afraid of anything.

and now, neither was kirishima.

with his newfound demon powers he wouldn’t let your death nor that of others go in vein. he would find the pro heroes who did his to you, made him do this to you, and make them pay.

a life for a life. a death for the same price.

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Guten Morgen! I'm the one who requested for Midoriya with an Akutagawa reader :) i hope you don't mind me requesting again!

Can I request Kirishima with a female reader that's like Jouno? Her personality is cunning, smart, and she loves tormenting bad guys, but she likes protecting innocent civilians the most.

Her senses of smell and hearing are several times better than the average human because she's blind, but she's one of the strongest in the class.

(Oh, and if you don't mind, is it alright if she also wears the red earrings that Jouno wears? Also it's up to you if you want her hair colour to be the same as his :D)

Please stay safe and hydrated!

Hihi! Welcome back to my inbox! Yes! Of course you can! Writing for Aku reader was a lot of fun and I enjoyed writing this piece. Sorry it took so long though😅Thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!

Kirishima x Female Jouno Reader

Summary: in the ask

Warnings: some violence, punching, attempted stabbing

WC: 1.6k

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The Hero internships were no easy task, but you found yourself enjoying every second of it. The thrill of chasing a villain, the satisfaction of that villain playing right into your hands, the ecstasy you felt when the look of despair and defeat adorned their features once realisation set in.

All those contributed to you enjoying your internship very much. But none of them could compare to the sense of pride that filled you when a civilian was protected because of your actions.

Hawks was at first concerned with how you relished in tormenting your opponents, but he saw the passionate glint in your eyes whenever you saved someone, so he let you be.

"Focus on your target,"

"Sir, I can't,"

"Hey come on, you know I want you to focus your other senses,"

"I know," You smiled, "I was just teasing,"

"Well direct the teasing at your target not me, because they're walking right into your trap,"

A man rapidly ran down the stairs two floors above you rather noisily, making you smile. He started shouting something to his pursuer who loomed as an ominous shadow.

"Stay away!"

You stifled a laugh at the terror in his voice. Kirishima blushed at your giggle, causing him to miss his cue. It was moments like these when you looked the most beautiful in his eyes.

"Red riot?" You asked

"Huh? Yes?"

"Why are you still here?"

Kirishima looked over the railing of the balcony to find no one there.

"I've got plenty of time, he's not even at the top of the stairs yet,"

"Please be quiet,"

You strained your ears. Tokoyami was shouting your name and in the background, you could hear screams. That jerk somehow managed to get civilians involved. With a grind of your teeth, you ran down the stairs with Hawks following closely behind.

"What's the situation?"

"I hear the screams of civilians and shouts from the police. He managed to get to the harbour three minutes away from here. I can't smell any blood yet, so we better hurry,"

"Impossible, Fourth Kind would've radioed or sent a signal or message or anything. There's no way he slipped past us. Was it because of the hardening dude?"

"No, whether Red Riot did as he was supposed to on cue or not, it wouldn't have mattered. He got away when he was on the second floor,"

"How do you know?" Kirishima asked as he ran alongside you.

"There was another heartbeat that joined Tsukuyomi and our target's. It was brief and I almost missed it, but there was definitely another person to help him,"

Hawks clenched his jaw. You sighed in disappointment.

"A shame. If there was no third party my plan would've worked even if Red Riot missed his cue,"

Kirishima hung his head with a guilty look. You glanced over at him noticing his dampened mood.

"Hey, you know I'm just teasing right? We can't undo what has been done, so keep your head up and do what needs to be done right now,"

You crashed to the floor as Kirishima tackled you to the ground while activating his hardening quirk to protect you from the flying blades.

"Thank you Red Riot. Now, let's go do our jobs,"

"On it!"

"You know, Hunting Dog, you could've easily dodged that with your quirk, but you must stay vigilant especially since you have a disadvantage with your blindness,"

"Always turning things into a lesson," You sighed, "You may think my blindness is a disadvantage, but it's enabled me to heighten my other senses beyond yours. Such as now. There's oil being poured around the harbour and Tsukuyomi's not too far away actually,"

"Alright, I'll go make sure we don't get barbecued. I trust you to help Tsukuyomi,"

"You got it boss,"

Tokoyami sighed in relief as he saw your figure running towards him. He managed to dodge a punch being thrown at him in the nick of time.

A figure flashed behind your target, Niro, and they were both gone in a blink. You picked up the sound of static behind you and activated your quirk. His knife went through your particles.

"Where'd that white haired brat go!" Niro barked at his accomplice.

"Right here,"

You punched him square in the jaw. Niro fell to the ground, dazed.

"Inu, get her," Niro managed to whisper out before you ground your foot in his face.

"That's enough talk from you,"

A knife was thrown at you. You sighed and simply activated your quirk again.

"Did you not learn the first time?"

Tokoyami used dark shadow to restrain Niro as you focused on Inu. Your particles reassembled behind him, ready to knock him down just like his boss, but he telephoned away. There was that static sound again.

Tokoyami patted you to signal that he was leaving with Niro to hand him in. You nodded and strained your ears trying to find the static again.

There! You ran to the dock, but stopped short when you heard multiple heartbeats. That scum took hostages.

"You can't come any closer!"

"I can hear that,"

"What?"

"I can hear that you have hostages so obviously I can't come any closer because my priority is keeping people safe,"

"What?"

"I'm blind. I can't see,"

"You're blind?!"

"Yeah,"

Good. Keep him distracted so he couldn't focus on your body slowly splitting up to assemble the particles behind him.

"So you can't see it when I hold a knife up to this man's throat?"

"Nope,"

"Or when I poke this woman with the tip of my knife?"

"No I cannot see any of that,"

"Really?"

"Really,"

"My boss got beat by a blind girl, huh?"

He swore he only took his eyes off you for a second but that second was enough for you to send the rest of your body behind him to promptly kick his head to knock him unconscious.

Sighs of relief came from the couple. Their pounding hearts started to slow as they evened out their breathing.

"Thank you so much Miss!"

"All in a day's work. Yeah, I'm never saying that again. You're welcome! Now I need the two of you to get out of here,"

"Yes Miss! Let's go dear,"

You smiled and waved until they were out of sight. A groan came from beside your feet. You placed his hands into handcuffs and started dragging him by the collar to where you could hear the voices of the police.

"You can see perfectly fine yet you couldn't see my plan," You said when his eyes opened slowly.

Faint static could be heard emanating from his body.

"I'm not stupid. Those handcuffs cancel quirks, you can't get away,"

He only snarled in response, livid that you caught him. You smiled as you recognised Tokoyami and Kirishima's approaching heartbeats.

"There you are!"

Kirishima engulfed you into a hug, causing you to let go of Inu. He took the opportunity to start running away but was stopped by Hawks stepping in his path and folding his arms, unimpressed.

"I've got it handled, you three are dismissed,"

Kirishima let you go sheepishly.

"Yes sir!" The three of you said in unison.

Tokoyami's heartbeat slowly faded away leaving you to hear only yours and Kirishima's as you both walked away.

"Why'd Tokoyami leave?"

"He told me before you came that he had stuff to take care of,"

That was a lie. The shift in his heartbeat gave it away. You turned in his direction, slightly confused as to why he would lie. Kirishima's heartbeat only quickened.

"Are you nervous?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Your voice was slightly higher pitched when you said that and your heartbeat is awfully fast,"

"You got me. I can't hide anything from you can I?"

"Probably not, but you have nothing to worry about. Hawks and Fourth Kind have got this. You saw them in handcuffs, they can't get us,"

"What?"

"Is that not the reason why you're nervous?"

"N-no,"

"Oh. Sorry, tell me why you're nervous,"

Kirishima stopped walking. You tilted your head when his heartbeat grew fainter but walked back to him. He took a deep breath before lifting his head up to look at you. You were taken aback by how his heartbeat only accelerated.

"Y/N. I think you're incredible. You're incredibly hardworking and I think you'll be a great hero one day. I did find it intimidating how you liked to taunt your opponent but it's grown to become endearing to me because you're so passionate about it because I know you're only doing it so that you can keep others safe. I find it really admirable. And you might not notice it but you have an adorable smile whenever someone thanks you for saving them. Your earring thatbyou wear is something that makes you unique. And I just wanted to tell you that I really really like you,"

Well, that was very honest. His speech really flattered you and you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive as well. His heartbeat only slowed slightly but you could tell by his tone that it took a lot of courage to express his feelings. His nervousness was cute.

"H-hey! Why are you laughing!"

"Sorry," You smiled, "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you. I've never been in this situation before, and the atmosphere was getting tense, so what better way to ease the atmosphere than to laugh? I can tell it worked, because your heartbeat has slowed significantly,"

"Oh, I see,"

"No need to hang your head, I still haven't made my reply, right,"

"Right." He gulped.

"Well Kirishima, you're in luck. The feeling's mutual. I can't express myself as eloquently as you but I do really like your energy and your personality and your passion and, you. I really like you,"

"Really?"

"Yep,"

"That's great!"

Without warning, Kirishima barrelled into your arms engulfing you in a hug. It was a new feeling, but it wasn't one you detested. If anything, you welcomed it and hugged him closer to your body. You both smiled and waved off hand in hand back home

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