dollete 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

[dollet3bby]

welcome to my blog! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

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[tteokdoroki]

sweet gr x mean bf eiji…… i like it

✩꒱ you know what he said to me? he was like, you’re so mean! — ft. eijirou kirishima .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ suggestive ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. mean bf kiri and sweet gf reader. protectiveness, possessiveness, sleazy kirishima, subtle dollification, established relationship. -> sometimes your boyfriend likes to make you cry, only to kiss it better in dirty ways later on.

me too me tooo … it really tickles me !!!!! like eijirou with a sweet baby gf who cries so much all of the time. even better if you weren’t like that before you met him, you were sweet but not a pushover except he’s made it so easy to break you down these days, you’re always a few seconds from being on the verge of tears.

it’s like a test to him, to see if eijirou has you well trained enough to always come back to him now matter how far he’s pushed you to your limits.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you snap harshly even though your throat twitches tight as you turn the words over on your tongue. they land with very little bite, lost to the ambience of the city’s night life and the clickclack of your expensive heels against concrete pavement.

kirishima walks a few paces behind, leisurely, but his hazy ruby gaze tracks your movements — he’d never allow you to stray too far from home.

“do what, baby?”

that’s what makes you stop. his careless ease and the sound of a smirk stitching together his voice. eijirou kirishima is amazing at playing pretend — he lets tension roll off of his back as though it were nothing, as if he hadn’t nearly broken several fingers and severed a few nerves of your coworkers hand just for talking to you at the company dinner mere moments ago. your spine straightens but the edges and the lines of the world before you start to blur and smear as though someone has spilled water on your ink. tears bleed through your paper cheeks — where he’d be able to see how distraught you were just by holding you up to the light.

“he’s my coworker, eijirou. he was just being polite.” you sniff, not daring to look up nor force yourself to be level with his eyes. you rummage through your little purse for the car keys you’d sworn you had stashed beside your gloss earlier — because it distracts you from the sweltering heat of the man towering over you. “he’s nice.”

eijirou smiles, dangling silver keys and riot themed key chains before you. they glint tauntingly under the street lamp.

“am i not nice enough to you? is that why you let him get so close?” he taunts you further.

denying him would be a lie. eijirou takes care of you, the point where your only concern, really, is breathing. there are groceries stocked in your fridge every weekend thanks to his dime, you get your dream clothes and dress pretty and the pro hero takes you for dinner at least three times a week. to say you live in luxury would be an understatement, every step you take is cushioned by comfort and at first… you loved it. you were pampered a little too much to notice the signs, the slick and grimy version of your boyfriend hiding deep within.

nowadays you grimace when he brings you flowers and cringe when he kisses the back of your hand at a steak dinner — but you’d never leave him, you’re caught like an insect in a treacly web or an ant who’s downed in sugar water.

“you’re being awful right now, eiji.” you cross your arms instead — keep your honesty close to your chest. you give an inch and eijirou runs a mile because he lives for the way you can’t help but blubber when he makes you mad. it seems that his expression, all pearly white teeth and bright eyes, bleeds into his cheeks and his skin there folds with smile lines. you mirror his opposite — lip drawn into a pout.

the red head circles you, coming to stand before you. his smart leather shoes become a muddled blur alongside the stone grey pavement and atoll, his red is vibrant. like he’s supposed to be the only thing you focus on. “i am, aren’t i?” comes his patronising coo, the sound settling in your chest. “poor baby, i’m just so mean to you and i’m such a bad guy.”

“stop it.” you simper like a child, going on to deny the cotton words he puts in your mouth. “i — gosh — i never even said that.”

god, you feel like a child. being scolded for a lie you never told and he relishes in the way you shrink down to feel smaller than you are next to him. his sweet, sweet girl who takes being picked on like a champ.

kirishima bends to your height, head tilted to the side as he regards you with a blameless expression. “are you crying? you know, you’re real pretty when you cry.” the world would never believe you if you told on him. that their manly hero who strikes with red is no better than a high school bully.

he twirls the hem of your pale pink dress — a romantic sight to passers by. a taunt to you. a threat that sends a thrilling shiver down the segments of your spine that hardly help you stand tall. “c’mere.” kirishima mocks your pout — puckering up. “can i kiss you?”

you nod more with bambi eyes glossed over with angel’s tears. the hero stands high and mighty then, rough palms melding to the curves of your hips so that he can better drag you into him. they provide warming comfort where his eyes are cold and cruel — bemused by the silent snivels you weakly attempt to swallow down.

irregardless you’re magnetised to eijirou — standing on your tippy toes, craning your neck, lips pressed to his like you’ve sealed them with a promise. his thick, hot tongue swipe over the seam in an attempt to pry you open because you’re a flower. something precious and winds towards him and blooms just for him. he tastes like whatever sweet cocktail had happened to pass him by at the dinner table — syrup and sugar coated lies and love held underneath his tongue. he’s mean to you, yes, but oh does he adore you.

he kisses you like he owns you, right there amongst twinkling city lights and strangers passing by. you think you’ll learn to live with that, being his property, belonging to someone with enough power to protect. he’ll push and poke you but never away. always within reach, always so that he can lead you home.

you mewl in frustration when kirishima lets your lips go — following a filthy smack.

red riot laughs. “you told me to stop.”

“didn’t mean it.” you’re honest.

“you never do.” his grip steadily traverses your back, two hands enough to map out the entire expanse. “wanna take you home. be all over you. will you let me?”

…

he doesn’t take kind to your silence. “words, sweet thing. talk to me.”

“yes, you can take me home. i-i’d like that.” nodding again like a dumb little thing, you link your arms behind kirishima’s head — fingers finding purchase in his ruby mane. you bring him back to you.

eijirou pats your cheek. just once, not enough to be considered a slap. “and what else?”

“‘m talkin’ eijirou, i am!” you huff, close to stomping your feet. the tantrum brews like a tropical storm just off the coast — warm, with rain cloud tears that bring a sense of humidity in the form of arousal. kirishima gives you a pointed look and then: “i’m sorry for calling you mean.” you say in defeat, batting your eyelashes apologetically.

once more, he smiles. “that’s right baby girl,” then he laughs, growling at the little nip you give to his bottom lip. “when we get home, i want you on your stomach. ass in the air. no touchin’. i’ll show you how mean i can really be.”

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[greedysadistdaddi]

This blog is anti chatgpt and pro breeding kink without the pregnancy part

[keptmepet]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🦢 ִֶָ་࿐

"you're such a good girl"

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🦢 ִֶָ་࿐

"bunny"

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🦢 ִֶָ་࿐

"doll"

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🦢 ִֶָ་࿐

love > lust

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🦢 ִֶָ་࿐

"i have tattoos older than you"

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🦢 ִֶָ་࿐

marry me????!?!?!?

[dollet3bby]

denki focused smau series in the works (like deeeeep in the drafts) but yeah it will be coming out

[leighlew3]

ALL. OF. THIS.

[dollet3bby]

NEVER be friends with a guy…as soon as he gets a girlfriend he will NEVER talk to you again

[musiicpix3l]

Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

[dollet3bby]

poolboy!kirishima x fem!reader 😼

tags/warnings: fluff, suggestive but no smut

words: 1.1k

june 28th. 1:08 PM. UV 8.

you were sitting outside beside the blue, glistening pool on your favorite chaise lounge. beside you was a side table full of tanning oils and butters, along with your favorite fun drink and you were wearing your favorite bikini and sunglasses (which were already giving you a subtle tan line).

your phone buzzed.

kirishima (pool) : i’m on my way! can’t wait to see you.

you smiled to yourself. your pool boy, kirishima, was on his way to balance the pH in your pool and do some equipment maintenance per usual, as its been a while since you’ve seen him. there was no denying that you and kirishima had something going on, he knew you liked him from the way you would eye him down while he emptied the skimmer — and you knew he was sort of infatuated with you ever since he would start finding excuses to come see you.

for example, every time it rains, he immediately texts you and says that he needs to refresh the chlorine because it got all washed out. and god, he looks so good when he takes care of the pool. his shirt is off, he’s tan, and he’s soooo fit. so of course you’re excited when he texts you that he’s on his way.

you: okayy😽 let yourself in im tanning

when you sent him that, kirishima immediately stepped on the gas, like im talking floored it through all the red lights. he was already excited to see you but god, he could NOT miss the sight of you in your tiny little bikini while your freshly-glossed lips sip on your lemonade, leaving pink residue on the straw.

when he got to the back yard, he was greeted with your sweet, cheery voice. “hi eiji! i missed you,” and you waved at him with fresh manicured nails.

“hey, pretty girl. i missed you too,” he blushed, “just a standard maintenance check?”

“i don’t know, you’re the expert,” you giggled.

a few minutes passed of him working on the pool, and eventually you asked him a question from your chaise, lowering your sunglasses.

“eiji, how much longer until i can get in?”

“should be good after i skim the top, gorgeous. why, you hot?”

“ugh, yes…how’d you know?”

he chuckled, “i dont know, i guess i can just read your mind.”

so then, he skimmed the top of the pool, making sure it was perfectly clean before he let you get in. after you stepped down into the shallow end of the pool, you suddenly got an idea upon noticing kirishima’s uniform tank top, which perfectly displayed his well defined biceps and the way he watched you soak into the pool water so intently.

“hey, eiji…”, you started

“yeah, gorgeous?”, he smirked with his arms crossed, studying the way your glossy lips moved when you said his name.

“come get in with me.”

literally how could he say no to that? he’s barely able to resist you when you call him that nickname that you’re so fond of. so of course he said yes, followed with his tanktop tossed on the concrete, which left him with nothing but his swim trunks on. he walked down the watery steps and swam over to the side of the pool, where you were soaking up the sun.

“have i ever told you how pretty you are?”, he asked.

“only every day you’re over here,” you giggled as you glanced between his lips and his eyes.

“sorry, heh… guess i just cant help myself…”

he muttered something about the water feeling good before dunking his head in abruptly, causing the water to splash up onto your face. “ah! oh my gosh..eiji!” you shrieked lightly. when he came back up, he chuckled as you splashed at him, trying to get your revenge.

“oh, sorry princess. don’t worry, you’re still cute.”

“aw thanks, eiji”, this time your gaze is completely fixed on your incredibly hot pool boy’s lips. and he notices.

“you wanna kiss me or something, sweetheart?”, he asks, completely aware of what he’s doing.

“oh, just shut up and kiss me already eiji,” you quickly say before moving straight over to him, closing the space in between you two. you grab his face and he picks you up as you wrap your legs around him. he mutters, “god, you’re so gorgeous” against your lips and you hum a gentle giggle and smile against his.

after a minute or two, he carries you completely with one arm and puts his opposite hand on the edge of the pool. then he spins you around and places you on the ledge of the pool (with literally such ease btw like ou shii👀) so you’re sitting facing him. he’s so tall, you dont even have to lean down to kiss him again. you play with his wet red hair as he continues to kiss down your body, going from your lips to your neck, down the center of your chest until he gets to your…

*bzz*

shit. he thinks.

he picks up the phone and says: “dammit, i forgot i had another client today.”

you gasp and say playfully, “you’re cheating on me with other clients?” and let out a laugh.

“i’m sorry baby,” he tells you as he’s still kissing your face as you hold onto his shoulders. “i promise i’ll be back soon, okay?”

you let out a sigh and pout, “okay…i wish you could stay with me. you’re too handsome for me to let you go to other clients.”

he chuckles and kisses you again. he says something about missing you “so much”, and to your dismay he gets out of the pool, drys off, and puts his tank top back on. you’re still in the pool as you reach for his hand. he takes it and kisses it as you ask him, “promise me you’ll be back soon?”

“as soon as i’m done with this client, sweetheart. i gotta go now, okay?” he kisses your hand again, “i’ll be thinking about you the whole time i’m gone, okay?”

you pout and hum an okay as he starts making his way towards the gate of your backyard. he waves right before he leaves, and you wave back as you slump back into the pool and sigh happily.

THIS WAS ALL WRITTEN BY ME. WE DO NOT USE AI IN THIS HOUSE. #usegoogleforsynonymsanddefinitions

(a/n): fun fact, june 28th is my birthday ALSO i will be writing a part two just you wait

[dollet3bby]

im tanning right now and i cant help but writing a poolboy!kiri x fem!reader fic LIKE HOW PEAK WOULD TS BE🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 yeah i’ll start it tonight

[dollet3bby]

itching to write another kiri fic LMAO

also happy pride month!! forgot to post yesterday i love all the queer baddies on tumblr😽😽😽!!!

[cinna-creme]

sweaty. kiri. headlock. belly bulge.

first thing i saw after waking up, how dare you do me like that 😭

you're freaky and I'm here for it bb

he’s just sooo :((((

i need kiri guys it’s been a real issue like just imagine him stretching you open to your limits cus i KNOW he’s big and he’s cooing and talking you through it like “ohh that’s my girl.” with each inch.. the slow drag out, feeling every vein on your gummy walls, yours heads all fuzzy from just how much he thoroughly fills you..

god maybe even some dumbification(??) of him tapping on the side of your head “still with me baby?” as he watches you blankly blink up at him while your pussy is clamping down around him

gives you the sweetest aftercare too like he’s cleaning you up so gently and so much praise and giving you water and hand feeding you sweets n stuff and giving so many kisses

bbgs i don’t know what happened

[paochit]

[bokutogoateeenthusiast]

VERY BIG ON THIS

[samcormac]

what’s the rush?

[dollet3bby]

when you talk in your sleep, i’ll be there to slow your breath

꒰ synopsis: so you sleep-talk a little (a lot)! shinsou is there for you no matter what! ⋆˚࿔

꒰ tags/warnings: fem!reader / sleep-talking!reader / frequentnightmares!reader / fluff

it first happened with shinsou when you were spending the night in his dorm. you were passed out in his arms as he scrolled on his phone while softly petting your messy hair. the dorm was dimly lit, as his computer was the only thing lighting up the otherwise dark room. rain softly pattered on the window accompanied by occasional thunder, and he was glad you were asleep by the time the heavy rain started, because he was worried it would have woken you up.

it scared him at first, hearing you babble random words in the middle of the night. but then he heard something familiar — his name.

“mm…’toshi…”

instinctively, he responded: “yeah, doll?”

but when he heard no response, he looked down at your pretty face and realized you must have been sleep-talking. before he could even process the thought, you said another thing unconsciously:

“..love you…s’much”

shinsou’s face? completely red. did you really just say that? he couldn’t believe how adorable you were when you were babbling when you were passed out in his lap, using his shoulder as a pillow. then it hit him.

that was the first time you ever told him you loved him (and yeah, he knows you were unconscious, but that didn’t stop his heart from…well stopping.)

along with sleep-talking, you also had frequent nightmares, which weren’t hard to miss because of said sleep-talking. it was about 3:47 AM, you and shinsou peacefully dreaming under the moonlight that seeped in past your blinds. you were sprawled out across your tired, purple-haired boyfriend, as your soft hair was messily tangled across his chest and your cute pajamas were all wrinkled up from moving around so much in your sleep.

you twisted and turned uneasily as you mumbled something incoherent — until you became more restless in your disquieted dreams, which was carried out into the unconscious words you uttered.

you woke up shaking and sweating, with tears stinging the corners of your eyes. your breath hitched while trying to calm yourself down, and in all the commotion, shinsou woke up and immediately started to comfort you.

“babe..? hey, hey...”

he quickly got up and turned all his attention to you without a moment to lose. shinsou pulled you close into his chest and gently stroked your hair, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world (well, because to him, you are!)

“it’s okay, babydoll, i’m right here, ‘toshi’s right here”

you continue to cry into his bare chest, and you cant help but notice that he smells like gentle lavender and coffee.

“poor thing…it was only a dream baby, shh, shh.”

he slowly nurses you until your breathing has slowed and you’ve stopped shaking. he slowly and gently scratches your back and softly peppers kisses all over your face until you fall back asleep into his arms.

a/n: lolz idk if i wrote him nonchalant enough but whatevs

@n0bodykn0wss sorry this took so long pookie ily😽😽

[sheonotfound666]

Kiribaku is canon

[honeysilkdawn]

just a friendly reminder you can’t call a fic x reader and then

A) describe the reader’s appearance in detail

B) give the reader a faceclaim / use pictures of random Pinterest women as the “reader” in a SMAU

C) give the reader a name

D) assign the reader a specific ethnic or cultural background unless requested

E) write the “reader” so specifically that they’re basically an OC

If you wanted to do the above then the story should have been x original character and not x reader.