God Damn- United As One Nation Under This Man, By Some Sheer Amount Of Grace Thank SO Much

God damn- United as one nation under this man, by some sheer amount of grace ✨Thank SO much✨

okay hear me out. DILF kiri??

i hear you and i see you, anon hehe

WARNINGS : smut, size difference, belly bulge, soft cervix fucking.

Unfortunately, the older version of Kirishima, wornout, fully grown, truly a hulk of a man—is ridden with insecurity.

He’s not trim and chiseled like Bakugou, or a modelesque “dilf”—what even is that? he’s wondered a handful of times—like Todoroki.

No, he’s massive. Nearing seven feet tall, once a benefit for his hero work, now retired, he just feels awkward in his body. Kirishima’s unnaturally thick, too, covered head to toe in scars and coarse hair with rough, calloused skin to match. His pointed teeth no longer presenting as youthful and fun. And it’s all.. It’s just..

People don’t like that, do they?

So he thinks. Sulking into a corner of society he dug himself, where he believes he’ll be spared of judgment, safe from shame. But things change when tiny, little you, pure and innocent, feast your eyes on the monstrosity that is Kirishima Eijirou.

You bat your lashes when you bump into him, neck straining as you blink up at the redhead in awe. He’s kind, quick to applogize, blissfully unaware of the thoughts wreaking havoc in your mind, the finality of the decision you’ve just made: you want him.

That’s how the two of you end up back at your place, his massive palms squeezed between your grasp as you pull him hastily into your apartment. He has to duck his head several times on the way to your bedroom, all while his heart thrums in his chest like a goddamn virgin.

“Are you sure? I mean—“

“Oh, shut it,” are the last coherent words that fall from your pretty lips, or at least, words that aren’t whines and mewls, slurred praises drowning in the drool you can’t seem to contain anymore.

He’s enormous, barely fits the entirety of his figure on your mattress, with legs so long that they hang off the bed—however, he’s got them folded underneath himself, bent so he can fuck his weapon of a cock into your tight cunt just the way you tell him to.

“S’big, fuck—“

“Is it okay?” It comes out as a grunt, heavy palms gripping the flesh of your ass as he drills into you, “Too much?”

You shake your head, peaking up at the man half-lidded, blissed out, his breath hitching at the sight, “Nn, need more, Eiji.”

His eyes nearly roll into his skull. What’s a sweet angel like you doing all this for? Desperately grinding yourself on his girthy cock, when your legs don’t—can’t—even reach around his waist? You leave him with no choice but to fuck you onto him, gravity driving the swollen head of his cock into your untouched womb.

“Doesn’t it hurt? Should we—“

You claw at his chest, thick wires of hair pinching between your nails, “Don’t stop, oh god, feels so good, Daddy.”

What kind of monster are you? His tongue bleeds with how hard he’s biting down on it, losing himself in the way that you willingly destroy your cunt for him, on him, with him.

It’s too much, he thinks, spilling years of pent up cum into your abused hole, pulling you flush, admiring the bulge formed on your tender belly and the way you smile so sweetly just before collapsing onto his chest.

Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe he isn’t so bad.

DO NOT RECOMMEND ANY OF MY WORKS ON TIKTOK.

HUERGH

“i want this but pregnant” oh fuck, oh damn, oh shit. that’s soft and i’m here for it

In reference to this post and my tw soft tags on it.

Enji’s dysphoric, but he’s also never been happier.

Having you, seeing you, even breathing in the same air as you—all of it equates to his second life, his second coming. A second chance at happiness, that of which.. he questions if he even deserves at times.

But wordlessly, you seem to always pick up on these feelings the moment they begin to poison his mind.

Even now, as you rest your head so peacefully on his bicep, his free hand softly thrumming along the taut skin of your swollen belly, eyes focused hard enough to bore holes into your womb, baby and all.

“Enji?” He doesn’t respond, can’t orient himself to reality by himself, no, he needs the gentle squeeze of your palm, the shift of your gaze into his azure eyes, a press of your lips into his warm skin. “Stop overthinking, our baby doesn’t like it.”

He blinks, nods his head before refocusing on the ebb and flow of the life that you’ve—the life that the two of you have created.

“Right, for our baby.. I’m sorry, dear.”

And Enji doesn’t expect your giggles, furrows his brows as he asks you what’s so funny, even more so when you answer you are.

He asks with bated breath, “Why is that?”

You twist your legs into his, toes frigid against the furnace of his own, futher pressing the massive sum of your love into his arms, “Just because..”

You sigh before shutting your eyes, “You’re beating yourself up over something you haven’t even done. At least,” he sucks in a breath as you pause, shoulders tense, expecting the worst—as he does,

“At least, not this time.”

“How do we know that I won’t? How do we know that I’m.. capable of change?”

“Of change, you say?” He nods once, expression soft yet firm as you graze your chin, your heart fluttering because even a man of his age, of his caliber, despite his status and experience, is looking to you for such advice. It’s almost silly.

Well, it does make sense, considering that he’s married to you, after all.

“I don’t doubt your ability to raise our child, since we’ll be doing it together,” you ground him with the feeling of your nails raking against the coarse hairs of his forearm, “I can’t speak much of your change, though I’m confident that you have. But there is one thing I’m sure of.”

“And that is?” His heavy arm curls around your shoulders.

“That you’re capable of love—and I think.. that’s more than enough for now, don’t you?”

He isn’t sure, not with his head clouded over like this. Apprehension, worry, and guilt seeming to devour him. But he thinks that maybe yours is.

No, he’s sure of it. Your love is definitely enough. For him.

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NSFW

Fuckbuddy Daichi who you first see at a party and can’t keep your eyes off his toned chest and arms. Especially not when they are gripping your hips so tight, pushing you up against the bathroom sink as he pounds into you.

Fuckbuddy Daichi who you never expected to hear from again, until you bumped into each other on campus and ended up fucking in the toilets. Both agreeing to become something casual and exchanging numbers.

Fuckbuddy Daichi who you quickly become attached to, not understanding why you felt the need to pull him back down by your side, as he blindly fumbles for his boxers.

Fuckbuddy Daichi who is completely in love with you but won’t say anything because hes worried you will push him away. At the end of a day he thinks he is just a fuck to you.

Fuckbuddy Daichi who can’t get enough of the way you scratch up his back and moan his name as he drags his cock against your walls. Who can’t get enough of the way you pulsate around him as you see stars.

Fuckbuddy Daichi who one day decides to stay, cuddle you up to his side and kiss your temple. Whispering sweet nothings as you are still coming down from your high.

Fuckbuddy Daichi who confesses balls deep inside of you, filling you up with his seed as you gape at him wide eyed. Unsure of how to react, whether he meant it or not.

Fuckbuddy Daichi who ends up much more than a fuckbuddy in the end.

A/N ~ Just sat on the couch high af and thought of this... idk why but here it is😂😂😂 Hope you guys enjoy! Sorry this is the first thing i’ve posted in like 2 weeks💛

Tip-Jar☕️

So I know low key shinso would most definitely be cannon but there’s an artist who did an artist shinso piece and I just love him so much I’ll have to see if I can find it but!!

He gives me major like peony vibes- like the flowers! I just love that idea so much like maybe a shoulder piece or something and I just can’t deal

🦊ok so first I realized I left a couple things off the last ask I send regarding the tattoos. So one thing I've read is the idea of yakuza style body suit tattoos is they're not meant to be seen which to me makes it even more perfect for Shoto since he keeps the meanings private too!

And I personally loved that tattoo shop fic but I was more so pointing out the tattoos in the fan art for the fic! Cause even outside the context of the story I think they're amazing!

Also also!!!! Now you got me thinking about what kinds of tattoos Shinsou would have......... It'd be cheesy as hell but maybe some sort of cat tattoo. And idk, I feel like something fairly artistic (not that tattoos aren't an art, they very much so are!!!!) But ya know what I mean?

Idk but thank you for indulging me and drooling over heavily tattooed sexy 2D men!

Mmmm... Shinso with tattoos... now that’s something i’m gonna need to think about lol, esp since i tend to lean on the more subtle side of things, and i def think he would, too! 

that being said tho, i saw some really good yakuza!au art on tik tok a while back, and shinso looked SOOOOO good with his... i really wish i could find it for you... but its not turning up... still, i thought it deserved a mention..... 

i havent thought about it too hard yet, but i might do a pt 2 to the tattoo post at some point, and if i do, shinso will def be on the list. 

thank YOU for sharing your thoughts with me!!🥰

Taishiro Toyomitsu: Fat Gum  (･ｪ-)