This Is Very True, Be More Like Little Kids!

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kirishima would be so happy to see barbie with you btw

omg, i never showed you guys the original did i??

My magnum opus of last school year but its literally just a homework assignment DHFH

[Sequel]

“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

a/n: in my kirishima era you could say, my beloved, also no one cares but the last kiri drabble i wrote was farmer!kiri as well i just didn’t say it bc i forget ppl can’t read my mind. also this is so cheesy sry he just makes me a little insane anyway bye

cw: farmer!kiri, he is vv big and beefy, very polite !, erm suggestive content but no actual sex sorry </3

“What’s that one?” you ask, turning to the vibrant red head next to you, hand raised high in the air as you point to the stars. You’re both sprawled out on the bed of his truck, the soft pillows and blankets he’s brought strewn about. Kirishima leans closer, guiding his hand next to yours to gauge where you were pointing. “That there, that’s Orion’s belt,” he says, turning to face you. A light blush dusts his cheek at the sight of you, face scrunched as you take in the starlight. You hum, turning to face him, “It’s so peaceful out here,” you whisper to him, “you can’t see the stars like this in the city. It’s so beautiful.” You look back out to the stars, hands tracing imaginary lines through the sky as if painting a picture just for the two of you. “Yeah,” he says, eyes never leaving your face, “yeah it is.”

“I should probably get you home soon, darlin’,” he says in a low drawl, “‘s gettin’ late.” You pout at him, shuffling closer to his form to lay your head on his chest. “Tired of me already, cowboy?” He laughs at that, tugging you closer, “Ya know ‘m not,” he says with an eye roll, pressing a kiss to your head. You lean up on his chest, and Kirishima thinks your smile is more beautiful than any star in the galaxy, especially when it’s because of him. “What if I don’t wanna go,” you say, pecking the corner of his mouth, “wanna stay here forever with you.” He shakes his head, leaning to meet your lips— for a real kiss this time. “Think you’d get tired of me, sweet thing.” You shake your head quickly, frown on your face, “Would never get tired of you, Ei.” He pulls you down into another kiss, effectively wiping the pout from your pretty lips.

His fingernails bite into the skin of his palms when you straddle him, hands tangling in his hair when he sits up. The movements causes your bodies to grind together, your hips bucking at the stimulation. His hands finally grip your waist when you let out a whimper, losing the moral battle in his mind as your tongues glide against each other. He pulls away when the hand trailing down his chest reaches his buckle, stopping your hand from unsheathing the leather. “What’s wrong?” you ask, his thumb brushes the furrow off your brow, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear. “Not here,” he says, moving you back, praying that you didn’t feel the way his cock was throbbing in his work jeans.

He chuckles when you whine, pout on your face, “Eiji,” you say dragging out his name, “Eijirou, why not?” He can’t help but kiss the pout of your lips, hands cupping your cheeks. “Cause I’m a gentleman, and our first time together needs to be special.” You pull a away with an offended gasp, “Eijirou! This is special! You took me out here, and said this could be our spot. That’s pretty romantic,” you say wiggling your brows. His shoulders shake with laughter, pulling you as close as he can, “Well for starters, I’d like to make love to you on a bed, and not in my rusty old truck.” You sigh dreamily, hands fiddling with the hair on the back of his neck, “You’re so manly, Eijirou. Such a gentleman.” You kiss him then, pressing kisses across his face until his loud laughter fills the night. “Ah, nah. Just treatin’ ya like any man should treat their woman. Wanna be able to make you feel special.” You sigh at that and kiss him some more, before turning to rest your back against his chest, breathing in the cool night air.

“Which ones your favorite,” you whisper, intertwining your hands with his. “The brightest one of course, ‘s the most beautiful.” You hum knowingly, pointing into the air, “It’s that one right? The North Star?” He nods along, pressing a kiss to your neck. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you you’re wrong, that his brightest star, is you.

posting daily until tomodachi life - living the dream releases:

day 554 (277 days until 2026)

Damn, I am very much attracted to this man. I wish to be his best friend.

Every time I lack the motivation to do something, I think of Kirishima <3 This little slice of sunshine gives me the confidence that everything is possible if you try hard enough!

Think I'm going to print this and hang it over my working desk! 😤 Gaaaah, can't wait! >o< I'm going to start every day with a enormous dose of motivation …and a nosebleed :D

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y'know, i kinda wonder how a cowboy with a thick accent would sound when he's begging to cum. like, he's sat on top of you, the same way he straddles his horse—and all shame has been thrown out the window. he's a breathless, sweaty mess, and apart from the whining, he's letting all kinds of obscenities fly out of his mouth– of what he wants you to do to him.

btw, when i say 'thick accent', i don't mean 'sweet southern countryside' accent.

i mean the “th's 'ere town ain't big 'nuff fer th' two of us.” + “y' new 'round 'ere, partner? look'n fer a place t' stay?” + “'s dangerous t' be walk'n 'round 'ere by yerself, kid. 'specially at night.” type of accent.

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