kirishimaeijiromyman

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

Going to save this in my treasure box 💕✨

So, uhm... HI, ITS ME AGAIN, JUST SLIDING INTO YOUR ASKS...

So... This is not a request, since I'm pretty much sure you're not taking any... but there's been this thing in my mind... AND I DO WANT TO DISCUSS IT. Any thoughts on Kirishima in red riding hood AU wherever reader is the red riding hood in question, yet Kirishima is the big, not-so-bad wolf (probably hybrid, who knows?) who finds reader wandering around the forest to bring their grandma some medicine, but he's SMITTEN with the pretty little human who's just oblivious to, (or straight up ignores) the warnings made by the villagers about the dangerous wolf roaming the forest...

He's just a misunderstood boy, he deserves better 😞🫶

this is absolutely genius, thank u so much for sending this glorious idea in—fellow kirishima fanatic ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

any thoughts on this you say? i have loads! i can already imagine hybrid!kirishima roaming around the woods when he accidentally stumbles across redridinghood!reader.

eijrio is immediately star struck. it's been ages since he's seen humans traveling in these parts of the woods—and a pretty one at that. he's catching notice of your lost expression and debates approaching you—but hesitates, recalling the whispered rumors that move from village to village... he would hate to scare you after all.

but being the friendly helper he is... hyrbid!kirishima carefully comes into view, but only when he's a couple feet away, offering you some distance to ease potential jitters.

and when you finally notice him? he's already smiling, trying to look as harmless as possible as your eyes widen. though, he seems to get the wrong idea, sheepishly flailing his arms around, "ah—please don't be scared! i was just passing by and noticed you seemed lost and uh—if you wanted help then—"

"oh, thank goodness! i was worried i'd never find my way!" you exclaim, with something close to... relief?

eijiro is frozen stiff as you cut the distance, clearly not showing any ounce of fear when you stand beside him, showing him where'd you like to go with the little paper in your hands, "my grandma lives here in this tiny village... she's grown a bit sick so i'm here to bring her medicine."

he nods, still a bit stunned at how casual you're treating him, but it fills his heart with warmth nonetheless, "i see... well don't worry—i can take you there! i know these woods pretty well!"

your eyes practically light up, looking at him with awe and a pretty smile, "that would be amazing, thank you mr.wolf!"

eijiro blushes, his heart quickening at your reaction—he didn't expect this, but it felt... nice, "j-just call me kirishima! and it's no worries, i was heading in that direction anyways..."

a/n : i hope you liked that little blurb, my little flower! the idea was so stinkin' cute, so i couldn't resist (๑>؂•̀๑)

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

This is the best mix of adorable and hilarious, THERE'S TEARS IN MY EYES FROM CRYING, WTH

"Hot Water, Hot Mess"

Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader — Water Birth — Fluff, Humor, Slight NSFW (Comedic)

The warm lighting of the hospital birthing suite cast a soft glow across the room. The scent of lavender filled the air, courtesy of the essential oil diffuser someone had thoughtfully provided, and the large birthing tub in the center of the room bubbled gently, waiting.

You were already in the water, leaning forward on the edge of the tub, gritting your teeth through a contraction.

“Babe, I’m here. I’m here,” Kirishima said, slightly breathless from racing back from the vending machine with a water bottle you wouldn’t even drink.

You gave him a look that could peel paint.

“Do you want me in there?” he asked gently, crouching beside the tub. “Like—in the water? I can hold you, support you from behind. If you want.”

You nodded quickly, sweat beading on your forehead. “Yes. Please.”

Without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and tugged his shirt over his head. You were mid-contraction and barely noticed him then go for the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Wait—are you—?” the nurse started.

“I’m keeping the boxers on!” Kirishima called over his shoulder like a man defending his honor, then awkwardly stepped into the tub in nothing but his red-and-black boxer briefs.

You leaned back against him with a heavy exhale, his muscular chest like a furnace behind you, arms wrapping securely around your waist. The next contraction hit hard, and you writhed slightly, your hips shifting against him as you fought through it.

And that’s when it happened.

Kirishima’s body stiffened—not from stress, not from tension.

“Oh… oh no,” he whispered under his breath, eyes wide as the situation dawned on him.

You turned your head just enough to glance up at him. “What’s wrong?”

He flushed nearly as red as his hair, mouth twitching between laughter and horror.

“Okay, so… this is super awkward, and I swear it’s not on purpose, but—uh—look, I love you, and you’re doing amazing, but—” He coughed. “You keep moving against me and, uh… my brain knows this isn’t the time, but my body—it’s reacting. Automatically.”

“…Kirishima.”

“I got a boner in the birthing tub, okay! I’m sorry! My boxers offer zero defense!”

Despite the pain and pressure, you snorted—snorted—and then burst into laughter, your forehead dropping to his chest. The contraction eased, and you giggled like a maniac as Kirishima awkwardly tried to lean back to give you space, which only made things worse.

“You’re such a dork,” you wheezed.

“You’re the one grinding on me in a tub,” he muttered, then added quickly, “Not your fault! Not your fault! You’re majestic and powerful and terrifying and—honestly, I might pass out.”

You smiled up at him through the haze of pain. “I love you.”

“Even if I have the world’s worst-timed hard-on?”

“Especially then.”

And with that, another contraction hit, and the comedy of the moment faded into the raw, beautiful reality of bringing a life into the world—with your awkward, loving, pantsless husband behind you every step of the way.

---

The next wave hit harder than the last, and this time, you didn’t laugh. You growled, groaned, and clenched Kirishima’s forearm as if you were trying to break his quirk through sheer willpower.

“You’re doing amazing,” he whispered against your ear, lips brushing your temple. His voice was low and steady now, the earlier awkwardness fading as the room was filled with the sounds of labor — and your baby drawing closer.

The midwife leaned forward. “(Y/N), you’re doing great. One more big push, okay?”

You gritted your teeth. “I swear if one more person says I’m doing great, I will drown you in this tub.”

Kirshima didn’t even flinch. “Still beautiful,” he muttered, ignoring the nurse’s snort. “You’re incredible.”

You pushed.

And screamed.

And—

A rush of water.

Then a cry.

A tiny, gurgling, unbelievable sound that split the air like the sweetest thunder.

The midwife brought the baby up out of the water and gently placed them onto your chest. A wrinkly, wet, angry little person flailed their arms, skin flushed, voice strong.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, all pain forgotten as you looked down. “Hi. Hi, baby…”

Kirshima was crying. Like, full-on crying. His face was a mess — red-eyed, sniffly, with tears streaming down and mixing with the water in the tub. He leaned in close behind you, wrapping both arms around you and your newborn, his chest pressed flush against your back.

“I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life,” he said, voice cracking. “Except you. Both of you. You’re—holy crap—I’m a dad.”

You turned your head slightly to kiss his jaw.

The nurse gently interrupted. “Let’s help you two out of the tub and onto the bed for skin-to-skin, yeah?”

Kirishima stood up slowly, carefully helping you shift as the nurse took the baby for a moment. He was still in nothing but his soaked boxers.

You glanced at him and couldn’t help but laugh through your tears. “Still hard?”

He looked down at himself. “No! No! It’s gone! Scared right off me the second our baby came out. I’m back to respectable levels of clothed.”

You snickered as he helped you onto the bed. “Too bad. I kind of liked you flustered.”

He rolled his eyes, grinning, then sat beside you, brushing a damp strand of hair off your forehead.

The nurse handed your baby back to you, now wrapped in a soft blanket, and Kirishima leaned in to whisper, “I’m naming them Red Riot Jr.”

You squinted at him. “No, you’re not.”

“…It was worth a shot.”

You both laughed softly as the tiniest, strongest new addition to your little family dozed between you, perfectly unaware of the chaos and love they'd just been born into.

---

It had been three days since you brought your tiny human into the world, and somehow, the chaos had only just begun.

Your living room was a mess — burp cloths, pillows, swaddles, and an empty coffee mug precariously perched on the arm of the couch. You were half-asleep under a blanket when Kirishima walked in from the bedroom, shirtless, with your baby snuggled against his chest.

He looked obnoxiously good, even running on two hours of sleep. His abs were still there (how? rude), his hair was a mess, and his eyes were slightly glazed with sleep deprivation — but he wore the softest smile as he looked down at the baby.

“Hey,” you murmured. “She finally stop crying?”

“She’s chill now,” he whispered, bouncing gently as he paced. “She just wanted skin-to-skin. She likes laying on my chest.”

You watched with a sleepy smile as he sat beside you, carefully adjusting the tiny bundle against his bare torso. Her little head rested just above his heart, and her hand flexed slightly in the blanket like a sleepy cat.

Then.

She turned her head.

Mouthed at his skin.

And latched.

Onto his nipple.

Kirishima froze like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uh—uh, babe—uh—SHE’S SUCKING ON ME,” he shouted, voice breaking into high-pitched laughter as he jolted back in surprise.

You snorted awake fully, blinking. “Wait—what?!”

“She’s trying to breastfeed—on me! She thinks I’m the milk guy now!” He laughed so hard his voice cracked, gently lifting her off and placing a hand over his nipple like he’d just been personally violated by a gummy bear.

Your laughter exploded as the baby squirmed, clearly offended at the lack of milk.

“She was so determined!” he wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. “She looked me dead in the eye like, ‘Yeah, this’ll do.’”

You were howling now. “Guess your pecs are too soft and tempting.”

“I KNEW I should’ve worn a shirt,” he said, mock-offended. “I feel… used.”

He carefully handed her over to you, still giggling. “Here. Give her the real thing, okay? I’m clearly just a knockoff.”

You kissed his cheek as you latched her onto your own chest. “Honestly, you should be honored. She thought your man-boob was trustworthy.”

He puffed out his chest with fake pride. “What can I say? Even babies recognize peak dad bod.”

And as the baby finally settled in to feed — on the correct nipple this time — the three of you nestled back into the couch: one soft, chaotic, hilarious little family.

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

I'm not crying, u are. Things like this are so stinking cute that they make me wanna cry, wth 😭

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ᝰ.ᐟ || eijiro kirishima x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, acts of service, 877 word count •°. *࿐

Oh this boy is so deeply in love with you — poor innocent y/n — who had no idea how fast his heart fluttered simply being around your presence.

The red head knew right when they first met, at the first hello, that he would do anything just be yours, willingly give up his entire existence just to wiggle inside the precious heart that he so craved.

I mean, how could he help himself when all he thought about was you?

Whenever he would close his eyes at night, whenever he dreamed; all he could remember was the color of your irises. Those gorgeous glossy orbs that had him in a trance — every damn time.

Only waking up the next morning, more determined than ever to get your attention, but struggling given their difference in classes.

Yet even when he did catch you in the hallways, he was a complete wreck; stuttering his words and tripping over his own two feet.

Just like right now.

"Ah—! Y/N hey! Wait up!"

You pause your stride, turning back to see the enthusiastic redhead practically rushing over to you, mumbling a sheepish 'excuse me' or two as he passes by other students.

The opposite direction of where he's supposed to be.

And once he's beside you, he takes notice of the heavy textbooks in your arms, proudly grinning as he carries them for you without hesitation.

"Here, let me help with those!"

You smile in recognition, a hint of gratitude in your eyes as you feel the much needed relief.

"Oh good morning, Kirishima! Thank you for helping me, my arms felt like noodles!"

You giggle.

He felt goosebumps pepper every inch of his skin at the sound, shyly nodding as his mouth suddenly felt dry.

"Y-Yeah anytime! So... what class do you have next?"

Damn it all with his stuttering, he's merely a few seconds into this conversation and already failing to look cool-headed in front of her.

'So unmanly!' he mentally scolds himself.

You don't seem to mind though, continuing to smile as you two walk forward in unison.

"I have history right now, I'm not really the best at it though. Hence the extra textbooks!"

He chuckles.

His mind is already coming up with images of you struggling during class — with a no doubt cute tiny pout — a sight he knows is bound to be adorable, longing to witness it first hand.

Growing a bit jealous of your classmates who have the privilege to see it on a daily basis.

"I would offer my help, but I'm not quite the best at studying! More of a combat student ya' know?"

You nod along with interest, looking straight ahead as you two maneuver through the crowded halls.

"I'm the opposite, I still struggle time-to-time with physical combat, I mean— I try to train but it's a bit difficult doing it alone..."

He ponders for a moment.

And then it was like a lightbulb flickered in his mind — an open opportunity — the red head quickly looking at her walking figure, shining a toothy smile that caught her attention.

"Ah then how about this! I can help you train and in exchange you can help me study! How does that sound?"

Your eyes widened, slowly processing his suggestion, I mean you suppose it does benefit the both of you and there's no harm in actually trying.

Plus the sparkles in his eyes — for some reason — makes you hesitant to deny such an offer, when he's clearly excited, almost resembling a puppy with the way he looks at you.

If he had a tail it'd surely be wagging right about now — it was cute.

"Okay then, it's a deal!"

His heart hammers uncontrollably within his chest, unable to believe he successfully scored a way to see you more often, a dream come true.

If you weren't there to witness it, he'd surely be punching the air with pure bliss; just like when you followed him back on social media a few days ago.

Oh how his friends looked at him like he was insane...

Though the joy filled moment is unfortunately short-lived as you two eventually reached your classroom.

The boy reluctantly handed back your books.

"Alright then... I'll catch you later?"

You nod, looking a little more cheerful compared to a few seconds ago, the realization making his gaze soften.

"Mhm, see you Kirishima! Thanks again!"

You briefly touch his arm before walking inside, a small thankful gesture for his help — it was only a graze — yet you remain utterly unaware of the lingering effect it'll have on him.

He freezes, standing outside your classroom door like a complete fool, face beginning to flush bright red — almost blending into his spiky locks.

Resembling a straight up tomato.

His own walk back to class was silent for the most part, but not uneventful, as his mind was reduced to a tornado of flooding emotions, treading in the halls with a stupid smile on his face.

The comical stares he got from his classmates was sure a sight to behold — as he gushed about you for probably the hundredth time this week with absolutely no shame.

Falling in love can surely turn a man into something unrecognizable but… he thinks that’s manly!

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[kirishimaeijiromyman]

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA + ° • nsfw audio

- he’s like an oversized puppy dog—kiri will just whine and rut into your ass until he gets his nut.

- his moans are all over the place. sometimes they’re high pitched and whiny, other times they’re breathy, and come out as a hushed mutter under his breath. either way, they’re still hot asf.

- kiri often tries to stifle his moans by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. it never works the way he wanted it to.

source. | moan masterlist.

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

I'm not religious but JESUS CHRIST, MAN

onlyfans! model x kirishima who is known for being in the top ten of the site, but only for solo videos.

times are rough, man. sales arent making as much, and you have to make more content in order to pay for your rent. youre not a hero like your bestie, red riot— who basically makes more than six figures a month simply by merch and popularity.

but when he offers to be included in the next little porno you make, your head spins like a yo-yo toy.

“you sure you want to do this? you dont have to worry about me, y’know..” you mention, finding the perfect outfit to wear for the shoot. “what about your hero work?”

“nah, dont you worry about that!” he’s beaming, a teethy smile and a pat on the head. “you just do what you do and ill be here, helpin’.” he kisses your head, which makes you wonder… what would happen after this?

you couldnt tell what would happen, but it all washes away when it feels like you could melt.

“never knew you could taste this good…” kirishima mumbles, his quirk hardening and holding your legs up. “my god, baby..” he groans, suckling your clit through this lips and rolling it on his tongue. “yer’ so messy, too…”

your hands tangle themselves into his hair, feeling the camera stare right at you and your eyes roll. “oh my god—“ you shiver, biting your lip. “your tongue.. so fuck— soft,” you squirm, trying to scoot up away from his mouth, but he only follows you.

“uh uh..” he grunts, crimson eyes looking down at you and he licks his lips. “where do’ya think yer’ going, pretty?” he giggles, positioning himself between your legs. he leans down, kissing your collarbones and aligning himself to your slit. “youre so warm.. why you lookin’ away? you embarrassed?” he cups your chin, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

“because— the hell are you doing to me?” you whine, and he growls with a chuckle.

“just doing what you want me to do, princess.” he reminds you, slipping himself past the ring of muscle and he moans soft. f—fuck, fuuck..” he breathes heavy, like if he didnt, hed lose everything. “and you dont have a boyfriend, yet?”

internally, you wanted to smack him for his comment— but everything felt too good.. minus the stretching. he had to be the size of a pepsi bottle, the stretch feeling slightly agonizing.. but it feels better. “k—“

“sh, shh.” he plops a hand over your mouth, red faced and staggering. “yer’ wantin’ red riot to fuck you, yeah?” he chuckles, his eyes gleaming darker and he licks his lips. “well, youre gunna’ get it, baby.” his hips thrust forward, knocking your eyes back and you moan as the wind leaves your lungs.

“ohmygod!” you squeal, feeling his hands press down on your hips and your own hands press against his shoulders. “f-fuck! fuck— ohgod!”

“already creamin’ on me, and havent even gotten ten strokes yet..” he mumbles, hiking a leg up and angling himself downward. his eyes roll just a little, them snapping back and he grins from ear to ear. “need a big, strong man to make you see stars.. you messy little girl.” he giggles in pleasure, leaning down to spit thick saliva on your folds. “geez.. when was the last time a man fucked you, mama?”

its not like you could respond, considering the-fact it felt like he was going twenty miles an hour with his cock going in and out of you. considering the fact his thick veins were also making their mark in your velvety walls.

considering the fact that this man has heavier balls than anyone you dealt with, slapping against your slit.

you felt like this was heaven itself.

“r—red! im go—nna’!” you choke on your own words, covering your mouth with both hands and moaning against them. until eijirou decides that you dont get that luxury; pulling your hands away and wrapping his around your throat. “pl—please! please!”

“pleasssee? please what , mama?” he coos, lowering his torso down and kissing your neck. “use yer words, youre a big girl..”

“im so close— please!”

“dont need my permission, pretties.” he open mouth kisses your cleavage, growling when he feels the squeeze of your cunny could send him over the edge. “come on me, make my night..” he encourages you, something you adored about what was your best friend. “thats it, let it allll out..” he mumbles, repositioning his hips to angle yours. “not done with ya yet..”

you whine, laying there pitifully and he chuckles. “i know you are sensitive, princess.” he coos, slowly pumping his cock inside and out as he watches your face. “im gettin’ so close, ma..” he groans with words bubbling from his mouth. “fuck..fuck— gettin’ close.” he growls, digging his head into your neck and slamming his hips against yours. “shitshitshit—“

“red!” you squeal, nails clawing at his back and he growls a quick ‘fuck,’ until he bites his lip— sitting up to wrap both his hands around your throat to plow into your gummy walls.

“fuckin— take it, take me baby!” he growls deeper, hearing it bubble from the pit of his stomach to the cords of his throat. he gasps, feeling his thick, white ropes dribble into your wet walls. “fuck..!” he sighed, realizing you were damn near blue. “shit, you okay? you breathin?” he quickly asks, pressing two fingers against your jugular.

you nod, sucking in a couple breaths.

“how was that?” he massages your throat, (in attempt to relieve any swelling or discomfort) “was i too rough?”

“perfect”

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

UPDATE

Someone did know what fic I was talking about!! IM SO HAPPY

I'll leave the link at the bottom, feel free to check it out!

@beabamboo @drthymby

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50466787/chapters/128149705?view_adult=true

I NEED HELP PLEASE, TRYING TO FIND A FIC/ONESHOT

The fic is a Kirishima x Reader, where kiri is a knight and reader is a queen. Reader's husband (the king) can't have kids, and to hide the lack of heirs, the queen asks kirishima, her knight, to give her a child. They have a passionate night, where kiri shows the queen what a real man can do (smut happens), lol

I've been trying to look it up in tumblr, AO3 and wattpad, since I know i read it in one of those platforms. If anyone knows what fic I'm talking abt, I'd be so happy if you could let me know :(

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

No bc I love him so much 😭😭😭

PET-NAMES ᯓ★ kirishima eijirou x f ! reader. m—dni / f*wb / not proofread

kirishima accidentally calls you ‘dude’ in bed while you’re riding him for the first time—it wasn’t intentional, he calls everyone that, and it became a habit to regard his friends as ‘dude’ when things get crazy, and this was definitely crazy.

you technically are still his friend and he calls you that all the time, though never when you fuck. you just end up stopping in the middle of it because you’d rather hear your name instead of ‘dude.’

he was getting so close too.

kirishima can’t help but whine when he feels you stop, teary eyes opening half way while his hands grip onto your hips trying to bounce you up and down to feel the pleasure once more, “n-no… w-why’d you stop?” he asks, with a pout on his lips.

“dude?” and he realizes his mistake that manifests a bright flush on his cheeks. he makes up for it when he moves on his own and you’re just sitting back watching him buck up into you, alongside spewing a string of soft curses and your name in breathy moans.

thinks he’s in absolute heaven right now, how this position makes it easier to see all of you in full view. the way your tits bounce or how your face contorts when he’s fucking into you.

you didn’t move at all but that’s fine, “yeah, an angel like you should just feel good.”

and he’d ask for a kiss but you didn’t want to as ‘punishment.’ so he clicks his tongue.

kirishima sits up abruptly, shocking you, feeling his cock push even deeper inside you that has you crying out in his ear. he’d use your waist with one hand to roll against him. and you’re forced to cling to him. pressing your chest even closer on him and you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

he’s reaching with his other hand to cup your face while you unconsciously start moving your hips on your own without his ‘guidance.’

“i won’t say that again baby~ i promise.” and he’s kissing you, squeezing your cheeks together so you could open your mouth to let him in.

you shouldn’t be calling your fuck buddy ‘baby’ though, kiri.

well, you kinda like the sound of that anyway.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : he didn’t mean to call you dude! he’s just in love and he might blurt out something else!!!!! (they should date they’re both dumb!!!)

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

I NEED HELP PLEASE, TRYING TO FIND A FIC/ONESHOT

The fic is a Kirishima x Reader, where kiri is a knight and reader is a queen. Reader's husband (the king) can't have kids, and to hide the lack of heirs, the queen asks kirishima, her knight, to give her a child. They have a passionate night, where kiri shows the queen what a real man can do (smut happens), lol

I've been trying to look it up in tumblr, AO3 and wattpad, since I know i read it in one of those platforms. If anyone knows what fic I'm talking abt, I'd be so happy if you could let me know :(

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

I mean... 🫣

the head knight ✧.*

fantasy! kirishima x reader

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summary: smuttyyyy kiri is an EATER. you work in a pleasure house and he comes to steal you away at one condition. he HAS to make you feel good.

this is my first take on the whole fantasy world. so far i have soooo many ideas. can’t wait to write more :))

you were nothing but a mere whore used up by random knights of passers by. the magic in your heart was drained and nothing could light the flame that was dim within you. war and war again took everyone you loved, the struggle for money left you with little options. you needed to live.

selling your soul to the whore house was the clear option. men loved you, no reason not to get paid for your actions. the ways they loved you though, it wasn’t love. you were used. time after time they would use your body and leave without second thought. it’s not that it bothered you, but you knew the feeling of love was fleeting from your body.

until he came along. one of the best knights your lonely kingdom has seen in years. wielding nothing but a sword he was known for killing with his hands. the sword was more of a accessory. his hair was on the longer side and scars were prominent along his body.

you treated him just like any other client. this was your job.

sporting a long lacey lingerie that resembled more to a dress. you lay in the bed plush with feather pillows. waiting for your soul to be taken apart yet again.

without a knock at the door a man the size of the frame walked through. you had seen in of course, on the day you spent away from the pleasure house. he stuck out among the crowed. no matter how tall you are, he towered above you.

he stumbled when he played his eyes upon you. a slight stagger on his feet that you noticed, you took it as soreness from his battles.

before you could say anything, his voice picked up just a whisper. “what’s your name..?” his deep voice was hushed.

“y/n. but you can call me anything you want here. my name is yours.” you said crawling to the foot of the bed.

he moved closer to you, standing above you almost inbetween your parted legs. “y/n…” he repeated. “that’s a beautiful name.” the slight blush on his face made you smile. he was sweeter than most.

“can i ask you your name?” you said looking up at him. you were certain you were truly stunning right now.

“kirishima ejjirou. call me eijirou, head knight of the academia.” he said bringing a hand up to your face. his calloused fingers were rough and they touched your push skin.

“well, ‘head knight of the academia’..,” you joked before finishing your reply. “i’m yours for as long as you want me, eijirou.”

you could here is breath stop for just a second. almost a gasp. you swear you also heard him praise the Gods before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

it wasn’t like the kisses you normally receive, it was loving, lacking of lust.

“if i make you feel good, genuinely in our moments together, be truthful, because i would spend the rest of my life with you.” he said after parting lips. you gasped at his words.

“you don’t know me, eijirou. you don’t want a life with me.” you said hushed, your body felt hot and tears pricked at your eyes. your whole nervous system felt like it had flipped on its head. “i am a lowly girl from a pleasure house. know that.” you said looking away from him.

he used his hand to tilt your face back to his, you had to look at him.

“you are the prettiest person i’ve ever seen. please y/n, i’ll beg even. please. i would fight a million wars for you if it meant i could come home to your face.” he had now dropped to his knees, his face lied on your thighs. “let me get to know you.”

instead of giving him a verbal answer, you moved slowly, picking up his head and gently standing him up. you both came to your feet. you moved his body onto the bed, his head resting on the pillows. stripping him of his clothing. he was truly huge.

“you want to please me? show me you can. and after wards you can make your choice on wanting to wife me or not.” you stood firm, deciding you shall give him your body. the catch was it was going to almost impossible for him to wife you, because you weren’t going to be pleased by him today. no whatever he did wasn’t going to be enough. could he please you? you didn’t think so.

“y/n. i will make you my wife.” the words sent shudders down your spine. why is he so perseverant to this?

before you knew it you were flipped on your back. the plush mattress hitting your skin. his lips were back on yours in no time. but this time there was somthing different about them. there was a passion, a certain type of yearning that could only be expressed through action. his wet tongue worked its way into your mouth. fighting dominance with yours.

his head worked its way down your neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses on your skin. nipping and kissing you, like he was about to eat you whole. he kept kissing until he was right about your core. now suddenly away of how wet you were, you moved your legs together to set water on your fire. you couldn’t let him please you. he didn’t want to live with you, he was blinded by lust.

his head parted from your body slightly, his eyes boring up at you. just for a second. before his hands works fast and strong. parting your legs, right infront of his face. you could feel his warm breath on your core.

“so fucking wet..” he breathed. it was harsh and fast, his face pressed into your core. it was still clothed and yet the pleasure was overwhelming. taking sloppy breaths into your cunt he smelled everything. he was feeding off you. he parted slowly, almost like he was struggling to get away from your sent. “may i?” he said softly, looking at the undergarments. you shook your head yes.

once you were fully unclothed, the two of you stood on your knees on the bed. he kissed you hard, bringing his hands up to body.

“sit on my face.” he demanded, not in a mean way. but in a way that he craved you so badly he might die without you.

his head hit the bed and his body lay flat, sprawled out. his hands found your thighs guiding them to his body. “cmere…” he moaned, your body was above his now, almost cunt flat on his face. you slowly lowered your body over his, hesitating slightly. “fuckkk come on y/n, please” he begged. and so you did, you sat down on his face. his handsome face that was now lapping your slick up beneath you. your back arched and you moaned out.

at the sounds coming out of your mouth, the knights hips buckled up, jerking at the sound. his tongue licked and lapped your juices. he groaned into you. the vibration making your upper half buckle forward. falling down hands now resting on his thighs. you were now face to face with the biggest cock you had ever seen. and god, it was beautiful. his tip was red, looking like it needed to be touched.

you couldn’t help yourself, you picked his cock up. taking it into your hands. you gave him a good tug. gathering the spit in your mouth and drooling it over his member.

the noise he made from inbetween your legs was inhuman. he moaned loud, and his hands clamped down on your thighs. pushing your cunt farther on his face.

“god! ah-eiji-ah!!” you screamed out. the pleasure was too much. it was too good. he was about to win a war he didn’t know he was fighting.

you tried to get off him, but he was too strong. his head moved with your spasms. every time your body jerked he moved with you. there was no running away from him.

“i’m-i’m gonna cum! ah-!” your body racked as you orgasmed. your cunt rubbed back and fourth on his face. you could feel his tongue lay flat on you, your folds being spread apart by his mouth. he didn’t stop eating you out, infact, you felt his hands move. his fingers prodded at your entrance. the pleasure couldn’t get better, until his fat fingers started pumping in and out of you and a relentless pace. his mouth suctioned its way onto your clit. you saw stars. every sound in the world wiped away at your pleasure.

your body trembled. there was more to your orgasm. somthing new. you spasmed on his face, his hands working in and out of your body. a clear liquid sprayed on his face. you watched him, open his mouth and take everything you squirted out into his mouth. even when you were rang dry, he kissed and kissed your soaked folds.

you fel onto your back aside him now. the most tired you had ever felt. you knew your couldn’t give him more because he had just taken everything from you.

he turned on his side facing you now. “you liked that? because fuck. if i could come home to that every night i would die a happy man.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

nghhhhhh ya ok

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

MAN THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

Can I pls get this tattooed?

Kiribaku having kids (twins boy & girl) they start kindergarten and into the year they notice the kids are sadder when they come home they’re more quiet and in a certain day kiribaku and reader (secret girlfriend) are out on a date while the kids are at school and they get a call they need picked up asap cause something’s wrong so they all three go not thinking about it and the kids meet her Sav’s a few months go by and the kids finally say the issue was not having a mommy but now they have one

A Missing Piece

Kirishima and Bakugou had always known they wanted kids. It had been a long journey—filled with paperwork, home visits, and nervous waiting—but when they finally brought home their twins, Ren and Aiko, it was like their lives truly began.

They tackled fatherhood like they tackled everything else: with passion, dedication, and an unshakable love for their children. They weren’t perfect, but they always made sure Ren and Aiko knew they were safe, cherished, and cared for.

So when the twins started kindergarten, it was a huge milestone—not just for them, but for their dads.

The first few weeks were amazing. Every afternoon, the kids would come home brimming with stories, bouncing with excitement as they recounted every detail of their day. Bakugou and Kirishima would listen intently, grinning at their enthusiasm, feeling a sense of relief that their kids were adjusting so well.

But slowly, things started to change.

It was subtle at first. The twins weren’t as chatty when they got home. Their excitement dimmed, their energy lowered. They weren’t causing trouble like usual, weren’t filling the house with their infectious laughter.

Kirishima noticed it first, his sharp observation skills picking up on their quiet moods. He tried to bring it up to Bakugou, but at first, his husband brushed it off.

“They’re kids. They’ll have bad days.”

But then bad days turned into bad weeks.

And when Aiko, their usually fiery and opinionated daughter, pushed away her plate at dinner one night without saying a word, even Bakugou knew something was wrong.

That night, after tucking the twins into bed, Kirishima leaned against the kitchen counter with a deep frown. “Something’s up, man. They’re different.”

Bakugou exhaled heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I see it too.”

“We should talk to them.”

“Tch. Like they’ll tell us anything,” Bakugou muttered, but the frustration in his voice wasn’t directed at the kids. He just hated feeling powerless.

They decided to give it a little more time, hoping the kids would open up when they were ready.

But weeks passed, and things didn’t improve.

Then the call came.

It was supposed to be a rare, peaceful day off.

Kirishima and Bakugou were on a date—something they hadn’t done in way too long. Between hero work and parenting, moments alone were hard to come by.

They were walking through the city with you—Bakugou’s secret girlfriend.

He hadn’t told the twins about you yet, not because he was ashamed, but because introducing someone into their lives was a big step. He and Kirishima had agreed that when the time was right, when things felt solid, they’d take that next step.

Right now, though, all three of you were enjoying a carefree day. You laughed at Bakugou’s usual grumbling and leaned into Kirishima’s easy warmth. It was comfortable, effortless.

And then Bakugou’s phone rang.

“Mr. Bakugou, we need you to come pick up Ren and Aiko immediately.”

His entire body tensed. “What? What happened?”

“They’re very upset. We think it’s best you come in.”

Kirishima and Bakugou didn’t waste a second. The date was forgotten as they rushed to the school, you tagging along without hesitation.

When they arrived, the twins were sitting together in a small, quiet room, curled into each other like two halves of the same soul. Their tiny hands were clenched, eyes downcast.

It hurt.

Kirishima stepped forward first, crouching beside them. “Hey, little ones.” His voice was soft, careful. “What’s going on?”

Ren sniffled but didn’t speak. Aiko peeked up at them, then hesitated when her eyes landed on you.

You stayed quiet, offering a small smile, not wanting to overwhelm them.

“They’re not talking much,” the teacher explained gently. “But we think something has been bothering them for a while. It might be best if they tell you.”

Bakugou crouched beside Kirishima, his red eyes soft with concern. “Come on, brats. Tell us what’s wrong.”

It took a moment, but then, in a tiny voice, Aiko whispered, “The other kids said it’s weird that we don’t have a mommy.”

Silence.

Kirishima and Bakugou exchanged a glance.

“They… what?” Bakugou’s voice was dangerously low, but Kirishima nudged him gently to keep him in check.

Ren wiped his nose on his sleeve. “They laughed at us when we said we have two dads.” His lower lip trembled. “They said all families are supposed to have a mommy and a daddy. And that maybe… maybe our mommy left ‘cause she didn’t love us.”

Kirishima felt something in his chest crack. He pulled the twins into a hug without hesitation. “Hey, don’t listen to that, okay? That’s not true. You are so, so loved.”

Aiko clutched at his shirt. “But we don’t have a mommy…”

A beat of silence passed.

And then Ren glanced at you again.

“But… do we now?”

You froze.

The question hung in the air like an unspoken wish.

Bakugou and Kirishima both looked at you, their expressions unreadable. It was a moment they hadn’t planned for, hadn’t expected—but maybe, just maybe, the kids had seen something they hadn’t fully realized yet.

Your heart clenched as you met the hopeful, tear-filled eyes of the twins.

You knelt in front of them, keeping your voice warm but careful. “Families come in all shapes, you know. But if… if you’d like, I’d love to be a part of yours.”

Ren hiccupped. “You would?”

Aiko’s eyes were wide.

You smiled, holding out your arms, giving them the choice.

It only took a second before they crashed into you, burying themselves in your warmth.

Kirishima swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. Bakugou turned away, rubbing at his face with a grumble, but his shaking shoulders gave him away.

The twins held onto you like a missing puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

“Yeah,” you whispered against their hair, holding them tight. “You do now.”

And just like that, their family became whole.

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

This man can't help but turn his sappiness up by 100% on valentines day. He already worships the ground you walk on, but on valentines day? Expect everything he does in tenfold.

You awake to the smell of breakfast cooking, and not just any breakfast.. your favorite meal. He must have turned off your alarm, because you had planned to wake up early and make him breakfast.

A little hum leaves your lips as you walk into the kitchen to see red decorations covering every surface, hearts galore, the whole nine yards.

When did he have time to do this? The house looked normal before you went to bed.

You don’t even make it into the kitchen before he’s scooping you off your feet.

“Morning, lovely.” He says peppering your face in kisses.

“What’s all this?” You ask, kissing him back.

“Oh y’know. Just Valentine’s Day stuff. To show just how much I love you.” He says setting you down onto the counter, gingerly.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

After breakfast he’s treating you all day, not giving you the time of day to do anything by yourself, and it has nothing to do with power or feeling dominant, he purely loves you so, so much!

He takes you to all your favorite places, and when you complain about your feet hurting, he decides to carry you everywhere, no matter how embarrassing it may be.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

And then there’s dinner. In the past he may have taken you out to a fancy restaurant, but this year he decided to cook all of your favorites. And he ordered your favorite dessert for later.

“This looks delicious baby, thank you.” He’s pushed in your chair at this point, still standing behind you. You lift your head to kiss his lips and he reciprocates quickly.

“It’s no problem, honey. This is the least I could do.” The least?? Man you’ve definitely won in life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

What came after dinner had to be your favorite.

Once you were full, and satisfied, he carried you to the bed, kissing every inch of your beautiful body.

“God, I fucking love you, sweetheart.” He says, as he gets his fill of you. He thinks you taste so sweet, and he’s addicted.

After making love to you, he runs you a bath, (with flower petals, essential oils, once again the whole shebang) helping you in when it’s done.

As the two of you bathe together he massages all the spots where you’re tense.

“I love you.” He hums quietly.

You smile widely, you know he really means it, not just on today, but every single day, he loves you with his whole heart.

“I love you, too.”

BOKUTO, osamu, hinata, KITA, ushijima (hq)

NANAMI, yuta, choso, TODO (jjk)

keigo, aizawa, MIDORIYA, iida, KIRISHIMA (bnha)

RENGOKU, giyuu, GYOMEI (kny)

JEAN, levi, ARMIN (aot)

KEN KEN KEN!!!! (draken), mitsuya, hakkai, souya (angry), BAJI (tokyo rev)

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[kirishimaeijiromyman]

Hihi helloo! Could I maybe request ab-riding with shinso or bakugo or kirishima? Sorry if this is a oddball request, I really love your work ❤️

oh ceci you awoke something in me here I could have written about any one of them but I went with the one who hardens in more ways than one lololol

wrote this in like 20 minutes oops

ab riding - ft. eijirou kirishima. nsfw - mdni

Kirishima has a suspicion you’re really into his abs.

He’s never voiced it out loud before, mostly because he’s worried that it will come across as unbelievably conceited, but whenever you’re cuddling on the couch or in bed, he knows your hands will inevitably sneak under his shirt to trace the ridges in his stomach.

Until one day he comes out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water trickling down his frame, and he watches your eyes track its descent with something bordering on feral.

"See something you like, baby?" He flexes, grins when you bite your lip and nod.

Fuck. He likes how strong he is, and he loves that you like it, too.

He scoops you up easily and puts you both on the bed, your legs on either side of his. You’re dressed for bed; the nightie is one he bought for you last week. He growls out his approval into the soft skin of your neck.

"Why do you think I work so hard on these, pretty girl?"

He leans back and bucks up his hips to shift you forward. You squeak at being jostled up, hands falling to his chest to support yourself; the sound you make when your pussy slides over his abs is sinful.

"I might think about this just as much as you do, baby." He grabs the fat of your hips and drags you up and down his stomach, bunching the muscles under you. "Shit, pussy’s fucking soaked already."

"Kiri—fuck." He loves getting you like this, making you this fucking drunk over just his abs. “Feels so good, how do you always feel so good?”

“Want me to make ‘em a little harder, baby?”

He smirks when you fall forward and bite down on his collarbone with obvious need. Your pussy coats his lower stomach in your arousal. Kirishima knows you’re close and the revelation makes his hips buck, cock jutting against the swell of your ass.

"Just lean forward just a little bit, there ya go, there’s my girl." The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but he figures hardening the muscles just enough under your clit will help you get the friction you like. "Let me see you cum all over my stomach, baby. Yeah, that's fucking perfect, show me how much you like 'em."

As soon as you sob out your release, he's rolling you under him to plug up your still-twitching hole with his cock—

[kirishimaeijiromyman]

Hellooo!

I'll be honest, I'm a recent follower, but I'm totally intrigued about your blog! This is just a request/suggestion for you that you may like!

Please feel free to fill out the suggestion or not, which is totally okay, and up to you <3

So hear me out, what about Army!Kirishima or Military!Kirishima who graduates and goes through his graduation ceremony? More specifically, the tapout ceremony/tradition! If you don't know what it is, here's a brief explanation:

Military recruits graduate and go through a tapout ceremony where they hold a straight position for a period of time until a loved one, family member or friend taps them out after being away from their loved ones for months. I'm not really that informed myself, and it might be a complicated ask for you, but I'm just fascinated with how sweet the reunion with Military!Kirishima must be!

You can use either gn!reader or fem!reader, it's up to you! Also, if you need more specifics, I'd like an emotional reunion with Kiri, with maybe tears and lots of fluff involved!

Thank you in advance for your time! And happy holidays too <3

cw :: you both cry like babies, gn!reader, kiri calls you 'baby', 'angel' + 'pretty' as a nickname, made this extra sappy bc i heart emotional reunions <3

a/n :: thank you for your sweet ask, and i'm sorry this is so late! i hope this is what you wanted <3

kirishima's fingers itch to fiddle with each other, barely restricted by his iron will. his comrades stand around him in the same position, stiller than statues in their wait for their family members.

the day for his discharge had brought the brightest sun and the bluest sky he's seen in a minute, along with the nerves building up against the muscle walls of his heart. the last call you had shared had ended with your promise to arrive as quickly as you could.

so, where were you?

your eyes scan for kirishima's figure, a figure you swear you'd recognise by touch alone. there's a familiar yearning that burns within your chest, aching at how close he is after what might as well have been centuries. every step isn't quite enough, it seems, as you pass by heartwarming reunions in search of your own.

it feels as though you sink and float at the same time when you see the love of your life ahead of you. every inch of you wishes to scatter towards him, wanting to reassemble around his being pressed as close to yours as it possibly could.

there's more composure in your footsteps than in the chaos that is your heart. that composure carries you to stand in front of eijirou, whose fiery eyes hold oceans at the mere sight of you.

"hi, eiji." you smile a watery smile, saying his name as though it's something sacred. "I've missed you." your voice trembles, and a lone tear slides past kirishima's cheek.

how on earth have you gotten more beautiful?

"I'm so proud of you. you made it to the end and I'm so so proud of you." every muscle ache, every training session, every early morning away from you, suddenly seems so worth it.

oh, how badly his fingers itch to touch you.

your hands reach out, hesitating just before you touch his face. eijirou watches your pretty eyes scan over his features, looking for any sign of wear or tear. softness swims with yearning in those irises, and kirishima knows you love him when you look at him like that.

"how'd you get more handsome, hm?"

you've barely touched eijirou's face to wipe his tears before he engulfs you so passionately he could've toppled the both of you over. your arms find their rightful place around his neck, and he pulls you so close to him that you think he could find a way to touch your souls together.

eijirou's head hides in the dip between your neck and your shoulder, and he breathes you in as though he was told he would never be able to again. you hold onto each other like war-torn lovers, trembling with a love too great to be held by your frames alone.

"hi pretty," there's a smile laced in his shaky voice. "I've needed you. so badly."

you hug like seconds have stopped completely, like time waits for the two of you and you're not quite ready to move on yet. in this moment, he is nothing but your eiji and you're nothing but his pretty, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

when you both pull apart, it's with warm chests and dewy eyes, and you go to hold kirishima's face again while he holds onto your waist. your breath catches in your throat, sitting with the thickness of tears you can't seem to swallow.

"hi eijirou." is all you manage to say, breathless with adoration. you're seeing him properly for the first time in so long. your gaze traces the delicate curve of his lashes, that famous scar framing the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen, and your heart pounds erratically in your chest as though you've never seen him before.

kirishima grins at you, trying his best to blink back his tears as he holds your face and goes to kiss your forehead. "my beautiful baby," he kisses your forehead again, then kisses across every inch of your face until your smile is like him in this moment; wide with peace and here to stay. "don't cry."

"but you're crying," you point out to him, who is still smiling at you. he brings you in for a softer embrace, bringing your head to rest against him as his fingers brush up and down your arm.

"don't worry about me, baby. these are manly tears." you can hear his grin, his stupid stupid grin in his words, and you don't fight him on it.

you could breathe easily knowing there was no worrying about him anymore, for he was finally home. the rhythmic beating of his heart brings a wave of calm over you, reminding you of the one thing you're sure would never change.

"I love you, eijirou."

kirishima has never felt such a stroke of luck in his entire life. his home, his heart and his world lies in his arms, and they love him.

"I love you more, angel. let's go home, hm?"

you nod, keeping yourself attached to his side as you both begin your journey home. you both talk and laugh along the way as though he never left, and the warm contentment asks you both to never part for too long again.

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[kirishimaeijiromyman]

I need a and Eijiro Kirishima in my life.

Yeah, that's all I had to say.