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Idea 4
Tangled Au
Characters have destiny's they must follow. Dragon prince Kirishima must save and fall in love with the princess trapped in tower, the problem is that he’s gay, but also isn't going to deny his destiny.
Said princess has spent year alone in the castle with no communication. Which means that nobody knows that they are tran’s and has transitioned into a prince, named Denki.
Denki’s afraid of disappointing the prince who comes saves him because he is supposed to be a girl, luckily the prince that saves him is actually happy about the surprise.
we b Dragon
redraw of a really old dragon kirishima i did
MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪ !
prohero!kirishima x prohero!reader
genre: smut, p with plot (kinda)
word count: 1.8k
warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con (aphrodisiac pheromones), joke gone wrong, bunnyquirk!reader (like rumi), kiri has an abnormal dick (inspired by @makoodles dragon dick series), hotheaded reader gets drunk on c-u-m, bakugo slander bc why not, copious amounts of cum, mentions of drowning in cum, unrealistic sex, breeding, impregnation kink, cervix breaching (if only i could do this irl, sigh), creampie, overstimulation, and kiri’s dick is sensitive ⛲️
+a/n: this was actually something i’ve had on my mind ever since i read makoodles’ dragon dick kiri. it’s just perfect and so addictive that i think i go back to read their dragon dick kiri works every week.
++ “eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
manga buddies from childhood, you and kirishima were never the type to shy away from a manga, preferring to keep your heads submerged into the pages as you fantasised about the different worlds you travelled through manga to manga. kiri was the silent reader whereas you would admire the heroes in typical hero vs villain mangas, barking at the villains when they got good hits on the heroes.
you swore you would be a hero just like rumi usagiyama and not long after, kirishima joined you in the pursuit of your dreams. even after following each other to ua, you still would end up in either of your dorm rooms, one silent and the other yelling profanities at 2d fictional characters. you were his bakugo 2.0. maybe that was why you couldn’t stand your best friend’s lesser best friend; he was just an extra.
you stuck with each other after ua, deciding to both continue pro-hero work with each other. you were his sidekick; the sidekick that would often be seen butting heads with ground zero in public after missions before being dragged away by an embarrassed red riot.
you basically lived with him, barging in whenever you wanted and sometimes getting tossed back out by bakugo. you would stomp your way into the penthouse after a stressful mission with two mangas in your hand, throw one at kirishima’s face, and then make yourself at home.
“what happened this time?” he grumbles, tired red eyes following you as you stomp past him and towards his bedroom door, noting how your white bunny ears flatten down against the sides of your head.
you pause in front of the brown door and his eyes wince shut, dreading what you’re about to do. you pull your arms back, give a shout and then kick your leg out, demolishing eijiro’s 16th door in the last month. “you have got to stop doing that, ___.”
“stupid fucking katsuki,” you mutter, struggling to climb onto a 6 foot tall bed that seems to always be hard to get onto when you’re angry. “and this stupid fucking bed,” you scream, thrashing about on the bed. kirishima can’t help but smile at how cute you are. with your legs dangling off of his bed and your demonic yelling into his duvet, you still look so precious and adorable to the number 5 hero.
“here, here, stop screaming…” he pushes up on your thighs when you drop your legs, hating how good your skin feels against his calloused hand. kirishima also can’t help but peek at your signature camel toe, eyeing the way the white latex clings onto your puffy cunt, defining your cute clit. his mouth waters. his eyes travel upwards to find your bountiful ass hanging out of your tight leotard; he loved how the latex sat snug in-between your ass cheeks.
your suit never failed to make sure he was trending the day after a mission for the big bulge between his legs.
“who has a bed this fucking tall…?” you grumble, clambering onto the bed. you don’t notice the red eyes burning into your ass as you wiggle your way up, too busy smoothing out the wrinkles and crinkles on your cover of bleach. sitting up, you turn to face kirishima. “oh— you’re red.”
your manly bestfriend stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks redder than his hair, and a hard-to-miss bulge in his grey sweatpants. you furrow your brows and squint at the impressive boner. “do you have a boner?” you ask, leaning over the bed’s edge to peer down at it. a bead of sweat rolls down eijirou’s temple. startled, he stumbles back when your head snaps back up. “did i give you a boner?”
kirishima stands stiff, stupefied at your question. he’s a pro-hero that has to put up with the weirdest shit on missions and off missions. from cowardly villains asking if he could just use their mouths as a replacement for their punishment, to fans asking if they could get a picture of his asshole for their rendition of a more accurate version of his new merch doll— he’s heard it all. but this— this question makes him shrivel up and wish he was six feet under.
“n-no…?” he hiccups.
“don’t you hiccup when you lie…?”
the way you narrow your eyes at him, raising your right eyebrow, like you do when you interrogate villains, and the way you scrunch your face up sends goosebumps through his body. he’s done for.
this time in a much more deeper, grovelling voice, he scoffs, “no, what? of course not!” lifting his chin, his chest puffs up and his jaw locks in place. even though he’s well into his 20s, you know he’s still attached to the word ‘manly’ and still frequently wonders if he’s reached the peak of manliness yet. you think he did ages ago. but you watch the heave of his chest stutter and the sweat roll down his temple (only to be intercepted by a quick swat) and you can’t help but scoff.
“eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
“mmph~!”
kirishima was disgusted by your question. so disgusted that he dropped his pants and released his weeping cock within seconds. to say you were surprised about what hid in your best friend’s boxers would be an understatement. how could you have not noticed it throughout your 23 years of friendship?
“glurk glurk.”
now, you were obviously just joking… but it was so hideously marvellous. with bumpy ridges lining his thick, pulsing purple veins and a swollen base that definitely would not be fitting inside of you, he was so different, so ‘h-hot~!’. you made the mistake of sniffing it. after that deep sniff, you weren’t like yourself. it was like cupid’s nastier, ovulating twin had just hit you with her bow and now you were the one ovulating! with hearts for eyes, a leaking, soppy cunt for a vagina, and hentai, breastfeeding tits for breasts, you couldn’t help but give it just one lick…
“ah~…”
one lick turned into two, two turned into three and so on. but it was all just a new experience that you wouldn’t be regretting later on… who knew that eijirou kirishima had a big, fat—
“cooock~!”
trembling, his knees waver and his hands scramble to get a good grip on your hair, tilting your head back. you give him a dazed smile and whisper, “please, daddy~!” kirishima’s eyes almost fly out of his head at your plead. an unfamiliar, foreign rush sends hard, violent shivers throughout his tensing body. and then, kirishima eijirou lets out the most satisfied moan he’s ever conjured up in his 27 years of living.
hot spurts of white cum splatter against your face, almost hitting your eye. “fuuuck~!” your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a taste and, god, he tastes so sweet! you imagine what the insides of his balls looked like; similar to the oompa loompas in willy wonka’s chocolate factory, there would be miniature yous stirring the white liquid with giant sticks, prepping it for your cunt.
you pant, grinding your latex-covered clit against your palm. the sight of kiri cumming is so fucking hot; his eyebrows are furrowed, his head’s thrown back and his eyes are shut. his moans are so melodic you think of recording them to use them as asmr to fall asleep.
but you soon notice that he’s been cumming for over 30 seconds now, and the evidence of his non-stop firehose is all over your face, suit and hair. you know that if you don’t think of something quick, you would drown in his seed— not that you mind.
like a pro, you close your lips around his cock and within seconds, your cheeks are bloated. you shuffle closer to him, taking more of his cock in, because what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t let your best friend use your throat? his cum fires down your throat and straight into your stomach for a good minute before he finally opens his eyes and, god, was he in for a surprise.
his usual demonic, rabid and hotheaded best friend’s stuffed to the brim with his cum. your eyes smile even though a thick string of his cum had flung over your right eye, your cheeks are blown out with his seed and your face is painted over with hot, white goo… was he dreaming? your eyes beam a hot pink and your pupils are hearts. they’re oddly similar to the aphrodisiac villain kirishima fought the day before; the same villain that begged him to fuck their mouth. he thought he was able to deflect the horny asshole’s hits but now, he isn’t so sure.
“oh shit…” he whimpers.
you’re still swallowing what’s left in your cheeks with that dazed, cum-drunk look on your face. kirishima knows that once the horny, aphrodisiac pheromones had left your system, he was in trouble. but… does he really have to stop here?
your lips slide off the head of his cock and you hold a hand to your mouth and belly, struggling to swallow the last portion of thick cum. “mmph~!” dropping your hand to cradle your full stomach, your mouth finally opens with a burp and hot steam slips past your cherry lips. “m-more, eijirou~…” you moan, letting your tongue tease the head of his cock.
you don’t want him to stop, at least in this intoxicated state of mind, so why would he?
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
“please, daddy, breed me!” you hate kids. “fucking impregnate me, knock me up, eijiro! please, i need it so bad! i looove you~!” you didn’t love him that much.
this would be an afternoon to regret.
your legs shake and your eyes roll back as kirishima’s mouth lolls open mindlessly. “i-i’m gonna—!” he doesn’t finish the sentence before he’s shoving his entire 9 inches into you, breaching your battered cervix and emptying his entire load inside of your pulsing womb, leaving no space for any leaks.
you’re greeted with another toe-curling orgasm as he floods your inside with a sticky white and ruts into you like a wild man. “i’m s-so s-sorry,” he keens and drops his head to your shoulders, drooling onto you as he continues fucking his cum into you.
your eyes tear up with your mouth releasing the most pornographic moans but the littlest twitches of your hips and clenches of your tiny cunt have him crying out, pressing his hand further into your swelling lower abdomen and spurting even more cum into you. you can feel the obscene amount of cum pooling around where you two are connected, even though he’s plugging you up so much that you think you’re about to split in half.
with a firehose thicker than your arm, a fat knot at the end of his cock, and a scent that drove you crazy, your childhood bestfriend had ruined you for any other man. you’re so painfully full that your eyes roll into their corners and your tongue wags out of your mouth and your hips hump back up into him;just like out of a hentai.
“s-so full!”
“you look pregnant already,” kirishima mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face. “what have i done…”
heavier, leaking tits, wider hips, and a ‘oh, i’m 6 months pregnant!’ belly: you literally tick off everything on what a doctor would call ‘the pregnancy criteria’. you’re lying on your back, cum all over your torn hero suit, and you’ve finally passed out. he doesn’t know how many rounds you went, or more worrying, how many times he came inside of you. if you really weren’t on birth control, he would be in trouble. he doesn’t know what he’s gonna say when you wake up and the dick pheromones are out of your system (hopefully).
but one thing he does know,
is that he’ll be making regular visits to that villain from now on.
#manga buddies; fin.
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My hyperfixation rn is dragon Kirishima. So I’ve been doodling him. Baby dragon Kirishima is the best one I’ve drawn so far.
Based on @syrinide 's designs for @yuzuyaofficial 's KRBK Fantasy AU series! It was so much fun to paint!!
Also, sorry if I post a lot atm but I'm moving my stuff over here, since twt is kinda burning down atm🤸♂️
Finally getting back into art jfc
Wanted to sketch a dragon Kirishima, so here it is! loll.
Tiny Wing Kirishima! because dragon kiri is best kiri to me loll.
Just a snapshot into the stages of a drawing like this for me. In terms of other kinds of artwork I do, this is a fairly simple method, and it is literally all done on 4 layers. My angel Shouto is very similar but it’s only on two layers because I was too impatient to ink it first, and went from sketch to fin, loll. I generally keep my brushes limited as well, My typical set is just a trio, for inking, laying a brief base of color and then the rest is done with a brush I just made myself. so yeah. there it is hehe.
Dragon Kiri Reboot! cause the older one deserves it ;P and don’t tell me you wouldn’t let him have that kitten, you can’t say no to that face. nope, not even Katsuki.
Sorry for being so wordy, but omg there is always so much to say! I hope it helps with something, if not just a little bit of inspiration. Especially if you’re self taught, don’t put any unnecessary pressure on yourself to take a traditional or even new-style or whatever when trying to get better at your art or anatomy. I absolutely yawn at doing repetitive studies of some static arm or leg or something. I’d rather draw the damn limb attached to a freakin’ body, and a cool one at that. But maybe my way of doing things is so far from being comfortable for another person, like I mentioned, everyone is different, everyone finds their way. What really matter is if you believe what you’re putting your energy into is worth it, and if it’s not doing anything for you, then don’t be afraid to abandon drawings, or studies, or even nearly finished artwork. I do it all the time, but I do it because it’s the healthy thing to do.
PART 1!!!!!!!
WAIT YOUR ICON IS DRAGON KIRI?
ONLY THE VERY BEST BOI FOR ME
Just a little nonsense ft. a sensitive dragon
Dragon Kirishima!
Sweeet boy has another design hehe
kRBK mini comic cover progressssss