hear me out, big meaty strong kirishima is a really sweetheart & everyone loves him, he radiates positivity and kindness but he’s real nervous about his big cock and always does lots and lots of foreplay so he can get it in, but unfortunately it never fully fits so he never gets those deep strokes that make him crazy, until he meets reader of course who has just the right anatomy to take those deep strokes pls bring this vision to life
✩꒱ too big to handle ft. eijirou kirishima .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. size kink, size queen, big boy eijirou, reader mentioned to be smaller than kirishima, established relationship. -> eijirou’s afraid his size might hurt you but you’re all about proving him wrong.
i dunno abt like right anatomy it defo all sits with the foreplay and build up but !!! eijirou and his size queennnnn !!
eijirou meets you by chance at a bar and knows then, that you’re different. unlike any girl he’s ever met — not afraid of his strength or his size. you’re all over it. you date for a while, months, before he tries anything with you.
he’s scared that you’ll be put off by how well endowed he is, so whenever things between you get intimate and he starts to get hard — he kinda darts off with a flimsy excuse fluttering on his lips or leaves abruptly to go jerk off at home. in the shower :( though the man never leaves you hanging he’ll finger you to oblivion n back to make it up to you but even then… he’s aware of how thick and deft his fingers are. worries about stretching you out on them too.
pretty quickly — you get tired of the red head avoiding going all the way with you though. you’ve seen the outline of that monster cock and you know, with enough determination that you can take it. it’s more about getting eijirou there. so while you’re canoodling one night, his hand down your little pink panties he loves so much just lazily rubbin’ you, biting on your lower lip — you let him make you cum, soak through your clothes before you attack.
pin him to the bed even though he is so massive and he knows he could break free in a heartbeat. then you snap his boxers down n use l a single hand (much smaller than his) to guide his girth towards your sluice and dripping entrance now that you’re straddling him.
“w-wait, slow down —!” he’d gasp, choke on a moan because you’re already to warm and wet against him and he can smell your slick in the air whilst you circle your cunt down on the burningly thick circumference of his tip. “baby — oh god — baby, you might … hurt yourself.”
“don’t care,” you huff and you pout and he swears the world starts spinning because you’re suctioning around him and your walls ripple every time that you thrust down. “need to know what it’s like, havin’ you inside.”
he swallows, throat bobbing, eyes on your face because if he looks between your legs — where your bodies meet and your pussy stretches to make room for him — he really might die.
“fuckfuckfuck… you’re so perfect. so, so perfect.”
your hand glides up his chest, pecs that heave beneath the ghost of your touch, pecs that still once you cup the base of kirishima’s throat. he grasps your wrist — desperately hoping it’ll ground him somehow because your cunt makes his thread of sanity run loose.
he can’t believe his luck, that someone like you has made her way through the stars to be with him. eijirou’s face flushes with the same intense kind of heat you get from being under the sun for too long, he bucks and he flinches — afraid that it’ll hurt when a little more of him slips past your quivering hole and practically kisses your cervix with his leaky tip.
but you don’t cry, you don’t back down. instead — your head tilts as though you’re memorised by the way he looks. ruined and wrecked. your lips spread into smile eijirou is sure only angels are capable of and you thrust your own hips to match is tentative rhythm, swallowing more of him. easily.
“i’ll take all of you, i know i can do it, promise,” you lick your lips as you swear. “and the next time you cum, it won’t be in your hand or the shower or some tissue. it’ll be inside me.”
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Hi! im returning from tumblr and made a new account. Does anyone know what happened to tteokdoroki? I really enjoyed their works and im unable to find it.
katsuki not doing anything without your permission is so … very good and nice to me because he just wants you to be pleased with him and he’s always thinking about your feelings yeah :(
😔😔😔
i think he’d adore the way you tell him also. like you’re trying not to make it a big thing, trying to be honest with your feelings, also trying not to come across as an annoying girlfriend and also making it clear he can still do whatever he wants!!
so through your mumbling and stumbling, not quite meeting his eyes and playing with his fingers he’s grinning. even ducking down to press a kiss to your cheek which has you looking up like ??? “what?”
“y’know i don’t care about doin’ it? if it makes you uncomfortable then i definitely won’t. you come first to me.” and he says it looking right in your eyes, holding your hand tightly and even kisses the back of your hand. the attention makes you feel gooey and loved.
you still backtrack, “i don’t wanna be annoying though! if you do change your mind—,”
“i don’t wanna do it. i’ve made my mind up.”
“but—,”
“no. you can’t convince me to do it.” he crosses his arms, still holding your hand. it drags you closer to him.
a slow smile slides onto your face, “okay. you’re so annoying.”
This is my addition to the Coming This Summer Collab by Tteokdoroki
All reader inserts are poc, chubby and ftm! All reader inserts will use he/him and they/them pronouns unlessed specified!
CW: pussy, vaginal sex, very vanilla in all honesty
Desire to us
Was like a double death
Swift dying
Kento Nanami does not want to go to the beach. He would love to stay inside and bake his bread in peace. But he can never say no to Yuji, and he wanted to make sure Gojo doesn’t corrupt the young pink-haired boy. Now here he is, standing with Gojo and his three students looking for some acquaintance of Gojo’s. Suddenly, as his eyes scan across the semi crowded beach, he sees...
You.
Radiating like fresh amber in the summer sun, skin so warm and inviting. Kento watches you climb out of the ocean, resembling the birth of Aphrodite with how your braids draped over your chest. He watches the beads of water travel over the valley of your buxom form and disappear into your swimsuit. Oh, how he wants to taste the salt off your skin and the sweetness of your-
“Nanamin!” A voice yelled.
The voice shakes Kento of his growing erotic thoughts and he jumps, turning to Yuji and Gojo. The former wears a concerned look while the latter has the most devilish of grins.
“I see you found him, Kento~,” Gojo says as he drapes an arm over Kento’s shoulder.
“He’s a pretty little thing, ain’t he,” Gojo whispers, “lucky man, Kento, I can’t imagine how tight that pussy must be”
Before he can threaten the snow haired pervert, he’s being pushed towards a cabana. Inside, he can finally take in the Adonis that has captured him. There standing in the shade - you, his partner of years that he hasn’t seen in months.
Of our mingled breath,
Evaporation
Of an unknown strange perfume
Your smile rivals the beauty of the harvest moon. He can’t hear anything as Gojo and the teenagers speak to you; he is still absorbed in how you look. It has been so long, he now worries if his last memories of you two together have faded in accuracy.
His body is on fire with how you drink him in. Umber eyes - that he swore could hold the secrets to the universe in them - rake over his body. You’re just as parched from the time apart; your thighs press together as you remember the last time.
“Oh Kento, you look like you’re burning up!” you exclaim as you take a cold water bottle from a cooler and bring it to his face. Kento is suddenly very aware of how close you are and of the snitch that exposed his current thoughts. Cock strained against his swim trunks, he silently thanks you for the save. The smell of shea butter and frankincense fills his senses as he looks down at you. Your breasts are barely contained in your suit, and he admires the swell of your hips and thighs. He wants to sink his fingers into them, feel the warmth of your freshly sun kissed skin as he devours you.
Yuji is about to walk over before Gojo steps in.
“Let’s go, children! Nanamin will be in good hands,” he rambles as he pushes the students out of the cabana before sending a wink your way.
You both let out a small laugh before hugging each other. You bury your faces in each other, just happy to be in each other’s arms. Pulling back, he holds your face in his hands, rubbing the apples of your cheeks. He can’t help the small smile that graces his features. Your brows furrow as you look up at him.
“Kento...is everything ok?”
“I’m sorry, I just keep getting lost in your eyes. They hold the universe in them,” he mutters to himself, forgetting he isn’t just saying it in his head. Your face heats, you press your thighs together as you feel the smooth baritone of his voice strike through you. You chuckle and pull him over to lay down, placing a cold towel on his forehead.
“I think you’re overheating, Kento”
You pat another cold cloth on his cheeks, neck, and chest, and you both relax into a comfortable silence.
“You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine.”
“So you can get another eye full of me soaking wet.”
By nightfall, Kento had pulled together enough courage to ask you to take a walk with him. The moon is full, shining bright against the ocean and illuminating the beach just enough, framing you as you enjoy each other’s company in light of the moon and stars. Eventually you decide to try and push the limits gently.
“Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”
Before he can get a word out, you strip yourself of your bathing suit, and you smile up at him before walking towards the water.
“Come on Kento~ Play with me,” you coo as you walk about waist deep. Watching as Kento also strips of his clothing, you giggle as he gently folds them before turning to you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see him bare. With his fair skin illuminated by the moonlight, you try to calm yourself at the sight of scars and muscle. As he walks closer to you, you move back, giggling as you dive into the ocean, teasing him to catch you. This only lasts for a moment before his large, scared hands grab your waist. Pulling your back against his chest, he whispers; “I’ve got you”
Deep baritone vibrations fill your ears, causing you to whimper softly.
He chuckles as he lets his hands roam your front gently.
“May I?” he asks. You quickly nod, whining a soft “yes” as he grips your breast. He massages them gently before pinching and pulling on your nipples. He lets one hand travel down, groping your thick thighs and love handles before reaching forward to between your legs. He licks his lips as he feels your wetness.
“Naughty boy, teasing me all day and now you’re all wet?”
You giggle before spreading your legs further for him, “you had every opportunity to grab~”
He only chuckles as he lifts you out of the water, hauling you over his shoulder as he struts out of the water. Setting you down on your feet, he unfolds his button up floral shirt before covering you with it.
“Let’s get you to the hotel room. I don’t wish to share you with anyone, not the ocean, the moon, or their many stars,” he murmurs before kissing you gently on the lips. Your face heats up and you can’t stop the flurry of giggles that erupt from your throat.
“You can’t say something so poetic after groping me”
Kento smirks before kissing you again.
You stand in front of the mirror, freshly out of the shower and gently drying your braids with an old shirt. Kento walks up and stands behind you, kissing your shoulder as he lets his hands roam your body. He kisses under your ear.
“You bewitch me every moment I lay my eyes on you. I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbles.
You melt into his touch, whimpering as his coarse hands grasp at your soft flesh. He bends you over, kissing the back of your neck before he presses a finger to your entrance, using his thumb to rub your clit he slides two fingers in, and relishes in your soft gasps and moans and he gently begins to stretch you apart.
He’s hypnotized at the sight of his fingers entering you. Why should you miss out on such a sight? He moves you over to the bed, pushes your thighs back, and he dives his fingers in again. Quickly thrusting, he can’t help the growl that escapes him. His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you come undone beneath him. Hair strewn about, drool escaping plump lips as your thighs shiver and twitch. Your voice is like ambrosia, your skin like warm milk and honey.
He is intoxicated by you and wants more.
He leans over you and pets your head gently as he lifts your face to his. You can’t help but cum on his fingers again, so skilled and confident as they play with your most sensitive of spaces. It’s been so long that it feels like the first time all over again. After some time, Kento reaches his limit; he stands up between your legs, cock hard and dripping precum onto your thigh.
“May I?” he asks as he spreads your legs more. You nod as you spread your lips apart for him.
“Please Kento, I need you so bad,” you whimper.
Ever so slowly, he enters you, gritting his teeth as he feels your tight walls constrict around his cock. Your thighs shiver as he pushes inch by inch inside until his balls press against your ass. You wrap your arms and legs around him, desperate to be as close as you can as you feel him start to pull out. He kisses your neck, beginning a slow pace, grinding against you when he’s all the way.
The room fills with a melody of moans, whimpers, and soft slapping of heavy balls. Your body shivers as orgasm after orgasm is milked from you with no remorse. His soft baritone coaxes you to let go, to embrace the abyss of pleasure that only he can send you to.
“Such a good boy, so sweet and tight for me. I love you. I love you so much,” he repeats like a mantra. Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperately trying to hold onto something, anything as he pounds you into oblivion.
Kento’s cock throbs as he nears his end. Pulling back, he cups your face, looking you in the eye. You try to keep your eyes open, leaning into his touch.
“Let go with me, fall apart for me, my song, I’m right here to catch you,” he pants as his grip on your hip tightens. Your legs tighten around him as you pull him closer. Foreheads pressed together, panting and breathing in each other, your eyes roll back as you finally let go. Clenching around him tightly, you moan to the heavens, gripping his body like a vice.
As he cums inside of you with a growl, he holds you close to him. Shaking as he feels his balls clench, he pulls back to give you air, petting your face and helping you come down.
yes yes i think bakugou is an indie twitch streamer … who goes by dynamight… and plays a lot of horror or story-based games. poppy playtime, the last of us, the walking dead games, life is strange. yess yess, he gets rage baited so easily there are so many clips of him making the wrong decision and when a character dies he just gets up from his setup n takes a lap round the room cursing lmaooo
he’s very interactive w chat but not in the parasocial way he’ll chat with them and tell them not to ask him dumb shit, easily rage baited by them too it’s so funny. “fuck off. i’m not fuckin’ 52 i’m 25.” or “stop callin’ me unc i’ll fuck your shit up so bad.” and also “okay, so. now you’re banned. how’s that.” he’s sooo funny. bakugou bans people soooo easily you’ll see them begging him on twt to be unbanned. thirty min complications of him on YouTube getting baited by his viewers.
collabs with his friends only and he’s super cute and giggly in them i think he has a really sweet giggle that his viewers loveeee so much and he shyly tells them to shut up. mario kart tournaments with kirishima and kaminari and sero which he always loses LOL
he’s always streaming in cosy clothes and hoodies so i think his community doesn’t believe he’s jacked and they make fun of him for it. bakugou one day starts streaming in his tight black tees and someone comments “holy sleeper build.” and he gets sooooo cocky about it — flexes and stuff, puffs his chest over the screen.
“didn’t wanna show off ‘cause i knew you’d all be fuckin’ thirstin’ over everything.” he’s kinda bashful and smirks slow and sexy red eyes sweeping over his twitch chat. someone donates and sends one of those vocal messages ‘show us them tiddies bitch.’ And it actually makes him laugh, like proper laugh. one of his most viral clips from his streams. handcam streams often after that lmaoo
also he hates when people backseat him during games, i think katsuki really likes decision based gaming to liked to analyse the options, big fan of immersive game play and world building/character relationships. so when people skip ahead during times when he’s trying to figure out a puzzle or something he’ll genuinely pause the game to tell people off. “shits fuckin annoying. tuned in to watch me play the game now you’re playin it for me. okay.”
the onlyyyyy time he’s ever allowed back seating is when you, a smaller streamer, join his chat and he’s playing through something — looking for a code to figure out a puzzle and you sweetly comment: “it’s in the top left!!!”
katsuki only notices because he once did a raid on your stream ages ago and thought you were adorable, playing your cosy games and showing off your tomodachi life island and ever since he’s been watching you in secret on his alt account. recognises your twitch handle by heart now.
“thanks, gorgeous.” he grins after reading your comment or listening to it if you’ve donated for him to see it. then he moves on and his chat goes CRAZY cause usually he’s strict as FUCK. people clip it sooo fast, ‘dynamight flirting with smaller streamer????’ it goes viral instantly and you get sooo much attention to your streams it makes you anxious.
you get a dm on twt from dynamight’s streamer account a few days later. “down to collab some time?” and nearly lose your mind <3
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero bakugou & fem!reader. established relationship, unprotected sex, talk of condoms, subtle size kink, dacryphilia if you squint close enough -> bakugou is a responsible guy. he never forgets a thing. aside from the one time he forgets to buy condoms — no worries, you’ve always wanted him to hit it raw.
“no… fuck. damn it, i swear i —!”
katsuki never forgets condoms, ever. he’s big on safe sex, tested regularly doesn’t want any happy accidents before either of you are ready… but the one time he does forget to buy some, he genuinely nearly breaks down.
“f-fuck. sorry, baby — shit, i think we’re out.” bakugou rasps gruffly into your mouth — upset, begrudging. the bedside draw slams shut with a disappointing creak but it does nothing to dissipate heat in the air.
he’s teary eyed as he pulls back from your kiss swollen lips with the realisation. he hadn’t stocked up before he left for his mission in kuwait and you’d used the last of them that same weekend. the blonde sniffs it off as nonchalantly as he can, the fact that he’s about to cry, because he’s painfully hard against your clothed cunt and he hasn’t been able to properly have you in two weeks. a fist around his pulsing shaft and a memory of you bouncing back on him is barely enough for a man.
now you’re half naked underneath him and wet against his crotch, clothes still in a pathetic pile by the front door of your apartment because you’d welcomed him in with the same unexpected feverishness of a bustling city’s summer heat wave. heated kisses and burning touches that speak more than a week’s worth of yearning. katsuki feels stupid, he doesn’t know why he cries, perhaps it’s because he knows — no condom means no sex. he hates to leave you high and dry, hates to have to go take a cold shower until he can hit the stores tomorrow, but then your fingers curl in ash blonde baby hairs and you pull him back into you as though he’s rope slipping through his fingers. firm. grounding.
“maybe… maybe tonight we can try without?” you suggest because you’re so perfect, so undeniably good to him in ways the blonde isn’t even sure he deserves. your lips are glossy, your eyes are glassy and katsuki can feel your pussy smear over him with a layer of sweet glaze — clenching around nothing just at the thought of taking him raw. “i don’t want you to go. just want to be close to you.” you add, pouty. so pretty.
he should say no. he should insist on going down on you and rubbing one out in the shower later tonight. but there you are, squirming against his thickness that presses into your soft tummy, peering up at katsuki with those captivating, hypnotic eyes that plead for a slither of mercy. “please.” you whisper, the secret lying underneath your tongue next to every form of begging you know possible. you’re prepared to do it, if it means having him sink into you completely free of rubber. just skin on skin and the passion burning in your lungs.
“okay,” pearls of sweat form a halo around his head, sand blonde locks stick to the feverish skin as it drops to your bare shoulder. blood diluted with droplets of sin set a course for south and katsuki’s thick shaft pulses to life against you — as if to lead him into temptation — put it in. “god, fuck, okay. you’re gonna be good though? g-gonna let me pull out?” he manages a choked groan, rooted strongly in his chest like a sturdy oak tree. reverberating through your lush, syrupy cunt with enough bass to make you bend into him.
when you smile this time, it’s relieved and earnest — a beautiful glow that settles against the natural slopes of your features because katsuki strips faster than he ever has in his life. cock rock hard, wet and bare against you, seedy tip lathered in pre cum already married to your aching clit which he taps so lovingly against.
“n-no promises.” you mewl.
it’s so crude, no unlike the two of you, to be messy and raw. the heat of him blooms within you as bakugou lines up with your entrance, shallowly thrusting past the quivering hole with a grateful hiss. because he’s so lucky to be let into the gates of heaven. that you’ll let him fuck you even with the risk.
“can’t play around like that, baby, c-can’t say shit like that,” his breathing stutters, you squeeze around every hot, bare inch he gives to you. “…mmm fuck— ‘m gonna —!” katsuki heaves into your neck, lips on your pulse point to check you’re still with him whilst he bottoms out — pelvis flush against yours, thighs hiked high on his hip, dick dragging along your welcoming walls. “you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”
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owner!izuku and his pretty puppy hybrid that has an insatiable appetite for sex even when she’s not in heat. he loves her, he’ll always give her what she wants — fingers in her slick cunt and stroking her tail while she cums as he grades, toys shaped like his thick cock he can control from his class room while she rides it from home, hours and hours of missionary on the weekends because she wants to be breed until she can’t walk. but sometimes, izuku can’t keep up with her demand on top of parent teacher conferences and hero work … as much as it pains him.
owner!izuku who lets you pick from his friends, the ones you like who give you extra pets and treats when they think he’s not looking. kirishima who’s fun to go on walks with, katsuki who tries to be mean but spoils you anyway … sometimes kaminari who’s dumb enough to forget all the strict instructions izuku leaves for you while he’s out. he lets you pick because you’re too energetic to be left untouched, you need to be fucked out and subdued by the time he gets home on weeks where being a teacher clashes with being a hero.
owner!izuku who gives his friends a key and a schedule. swing by, play with the puppy, let him know how it goes. its more than permission to baby sit — its permission for kirishima to slip his cock down your throat and suck the slick from your folds at the same time, yanking that fluffy tail until you’re teary and trembling. ifs permission for katsuki to fold your knees into his chest, tripping and stumbling over his words in an attempt to remind you that good dogs use their manners when they’re begging for cock all while pumping his load into you, hot and sticky, fucking you until it clings to the walls of your puppycunt just like you’d wailed for. it’s permission for kaminari to tease you sensitive slit for hours on end, rubbing your clit until its heartbeat is raw, smacking that sopping mount until its swollen and the wag of your furry tail is weighed down by your own runny wetness.
it’s permission to take turns ruining you while owner!izuku is away. tire you out until you’re a pliant mess that still somehow needs her owner’s cock to settle down — despite the stretch and burn to your holes, the cum that dries against your skin like a signature. you’re easier to handle like this, izuku thinks, tasting the others on your cunt and against your flesh.
but as long as you’re happy and satisfied, he doesn’t mind who wrecks his puppy at all.
