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TW; heres a prompt. Bokugo is having SH problems, and kiri catches him in the act. Then kiri ends up comforting bokugo and trying to help him get SH clean.

A little bit of angst for ya. ✨

Are you the same as the last Annon? I only ask because you spell Bakugou's name the same as the last Annon, haha! I don't have any ill-intent when I say that, only curious! Thank you for the angsty prompt, I hope I do it justice!! HOWEVER, THIS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE THAT I DO NOT WISH TO ROMANTICIZE!!! THIS WILL HAVE SH, HINTS OF ED ALONG WITH DISSOCIATION AND BLOOD!! PLEASE SKIP PAST IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING!!

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Katsuki knows he shouldn't do it. He actually hates it. He hates how the idea plagues his mind, disrupting his thoughts. He hates how his fingers twitch in consideration and temptation, succumbing to his mind and not following his body's request. He hates the feeling of satisfaction when he knows no regular person should. He hates the anxiety that chokes him when he changes in and out of his gym clothes. He hates it all.

Every. Single. Bit.

But he can't stop, no matter how hard he tries. He always finds himself locked in his private half-bathroom at least once a week, falling back onto his worst coping mechanism.

This time, Katsuki paces around his room, doing everything he can to break the cycle. Katsuki digs his fingers through his hair, a frustrated noise tickling the back of his throat. "God damn it. Why is this so hard? I'm going to be the next number-one hero for fucks sake!"

Slamming the side of his fist against his desk, Katsuki grits his teeth. Knowing he would cave by the end of today, he burns holes through his glare at the drawer. I won't open it, he tells himself.

The ache in his chest claws at him, yearning for it.

I won't open it.

The thoughts in his mind hound him, desperate for it.

I won't open it.

The shivers breathing against his neck and shoulders anticipate it.

I won't open it.

Shaking his head, his face skews. Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and backs away with a sharp sigh. He's better than this, and he knows it. There's no need for him to harm himself. He's perfectly capable of doing other things, but the idle scratching and picking at his left arm begs to differ.

Knowing there's no way for him to stop, Katsuki caves. Jerking the desk drawer open, he grabs what he needs before slamming it shut. Katsuki huffs as he perches on the edge of his bed, twisting his pocket knife open. I might as well do it where it's not visible instead of picking my fucking arm raw.

The cool steel glints in the evening light, casting a silver glow onto his complexion. He sighs, hiking up his shorts and peeling his boxer briefs back. Red lines trace along his flesh, jumping out at him from the stark comparison of his skin tone. Most have healed and are a soft pink, but the rest that scatter throughout his thighs are either faded white scars or dark red scabs.

Gnawing on the dead skin along his lips and the inside of his cheek, Katsuki alines the blade. Ten marks per leg. That's the limit he set himself if he ever wants to stop this. He hopes to limit himself to nine by next week, but that might not be possible.

An awfully too familiar sensation sneaks upon him. It's almost like his mind detaches from his body. The focus in his eyes slips into a haze-like stare, like sheer curtains drawing over them. His fingers and wrists work in mechanic order, never faulting or hesitating. The blade works along his thighs and hips like a bow drawing on the delicate strings of a cello.

How deep can he go before drawing too much blood? Katsuki has drawn blood several times after he worked up the courage to go further than only leaving red marks behind. How deep can he go before it's too late? Katsuki knows there's a crucial artery buried deep beneath his skin, but he's never reached it. How deep can he go before someone finds out? Katsuki has all but laughed a handful of times when not even Deku could figure out his strange new behavior.

Warm red leaks onto his free thumb, and Katsuki reaches for the tissue on his nightstand. Swiping at the ruby beads with one hand, Katsuki wipes the rest off of his thumb. He grabs more tissues and begins dabbing at the other leg. Thankfully, the cuts aren't as deep as he thought, so Katsuki keeps the Kleenex pressed against his wounds for almost five minutes.

Tossing the balls of bloody Kleenex in the trash bin, Katsuki comes back to his senses and off this strange high, realizing just how many marks he left on his body.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his clothes stinging the open flesh. "Holy shit. You fucking idiot," he hisses. Closed knife in his fist, Katsuki grips it until his whole hand begins to shake, pain shooting from his palm to his shoulder. Glancing down at his hand and the item inside, Katsuki raises his arm and chucks it across the room with a frustrated grunt. "God damn it all!"

The pocket knife strikes the wooden door with a sharp thwack! It clatters to the floor, leaving the room for Katsuki's agitated and labored breathing.

Slippers pad along the hardwood floor, and Katsuki instantly knows who it is on the other side.

"Damn," he whispers, realizing his mistake.

"Baku-bro...you good, man?"

He creeps over to the door and swoops down to retrieve the knife. Returning the knife to its original spot, Katsuki sighs before speaking up again. "Fine. A hundred percent good. Now go fuck off and go to bed."

Once he's positive that Kirishima has tucked himself back into his room, Katsuki curls up on his bed. Without much of a fight, he allows an all-too-familiar sense of shame to wash over him. Why should he be going to the extent of harming himself when he has it all? He has a proper family consisting of two parents, and his grades have never been better, not to mention that he's growing leaps and bounds with his quirk's potential. He even has Kirishima, someone he considers to be his closest friend.

Two faint knocks take him by surprise. That damn Kirishima just can't seem to leave him be. Katsuki gives one firm knock in return to assure that everything's okay. After that, it doesn't take long for sleep to claim him.

●•●•●•●

A shudder rips through his body as he steps into the showers. The warm water slips into the cracks and crevasses of broken skin, causing Katsuki to hiss at the sensation. "Fuck," he whispers. He clenches his teeth before any more sounds of pain can slip past.

Does he deserve the pain? The lines between yes and no are smudged like the dried blood along his body. He deserves it because of the foul, selfish desire growing enough to hurt himself over nothing. But he's tired, craving nothing more than to be held. Katsuki can't recall when such sweet and warm contact seeped through his skin and fizzled through his veins.

Tears nearly muddle with the water as unknown forces clench around his throat, making it a struggle to breathe. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Katsuki presses his back against the tile walls before his weak knees buckle, sliding to the pooling floor. His shuddering gasps echo through the showers, and no tear falls. He refuses. It doesn't matter how much the feeling suffocates him. Katsuki would blast his own arms off before shedding a tear.

And so he sits there, gritting his teeth, muttering profanities at himself, digging his nails into his sides.

He sets his plate down in front of Kirishima and almost gags at the food on his plate. Katsuki knows he must eat something, or his training and progress will be all for nothing. A fried egg and a single slice of toast fill half the plate.

"Hey man, how'd you sleep? It was nearly midnight when I knocked," Kirishima chuckles. A strange smile pulls at the corners of his lips. "I heard a clatter and thought it was weird to hear something from you so late—"

"I knocked over a book on my nightstand in my sleep,"

Kirishima hums before taking a bite out of his own breakfast. "Alright, bro," he says around a mouthful of sausage.

The two boys pick away at their breakfasts in silence. Peace finally settles over Katsuki like a familiar blanket he lost long ago. After battling with himself to the point of self-destruction, Kirishima silences it all. Kirishima mutes the thoughts that plague his psyche in hell-inducing, nightmarish ways. Kirishima shuts down the programming in his mind that encourages dangerous actions.

"Thank you," his voice cracks from how low he whispers.

"Huh? What for, dude?" Kirishima clears his plate with Katsuki hot on his heels.

Katsuki stays silent for a moment, contemplating his words. Why did he even say 'thank you' anyway? It doesn't matter. He needs an excuse to bring meaning to the rather hollow words. "You're the only shitty person in this world I would bother to call close."

"Aw, thank you, man! You're my best friend, too!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you weirdo," Katsuki grumbles, but this time a hint of playfulness sneaks into his tone.

Katsuki and Kirishima work their way back to the dorms, chattering away about their plans for the weekend. Well, it's more Kirishima nattering away while Katsuki listens in silence.

"—and Kaminari and Sero are planning another sleepover. Do you think I should go?"

He shrugs. "I'm not your damn mother,"

"Oh, right," Kirishima chortles. "I'm thinking of maybe going, but Ashido's going through another break-up with Uraraka, so I might have to hang with her again—you know how they get."

He nods.

"Well...whaddya think?" Kirishima asks as Katsuki clicks the button for the elevator. It doesn't take long for it to chime open, swallowing them in as Kirishima presses the button that leads to their floor. "Should I or should I not go?"

"Do whatever the hell you want. I don't care."

"Oh, right," Kirishima grins. "And uhm, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

The elevator's jaws open up and spit them out, leaving the boys to make their way back to their rooms. A movie would be...perfect, but Katsuki still hasn't taken out his trash. Removing any and all evidence from last night should be one of the first things he should do.

"No, I need to finish some more homework and tidy my room."

Kirishima raises a brow. They stop at Katsuki's room, and he watches him unlock the door. "You? Needing to tidy up your room? Who are you, and what have you done to Bakugou?"

He shakes his head with a low snicker. "At least my room is always cleaner than yours."

"Hey!"

"It's true,"

The silence only confirms what they both know.

Katsuki steps into his darkened room as Kirishima calls out, "I'll see you later, then. Right?"

"Sure," he grunts out.

Not bothering to switch on a light or open the curtains, Katsuki eyes the brimful trash bin under his desk. Despite eating his fill and spending time with his favorite person, his energy is somehow more limited. So he merely stands there, staring at it before drifting into space. What feels like TV static and muted chatter rustles in his ears, and for a moment, his world detaches.

Katsuki lets his head finally fall to gawk at his hands. They tremble as sweat begins to moisten his upturned palms. The same feeling of being strangled slips around Katsuki like an invisible rope hitching around his throat.

Sleep, he blinks back his trembling waterline as he wipes his hands on his pants. I need sleep. Maybe that's all it takes to feel better. God, I'm such a fool if I'm wrong. Scratch that. Delusional might be a better word...

He rips off his turtleneck and flops onto his bed. Curling up, he doesn't bother to throw on his messy covers.

This pain Katsuki's in is brain-numbing, chest hallowing pain. It's swallowing him up.

And he doesn't know how to escape it.

Katsuki wakes up to the sound of rapid knocking. Peeling his eyes open, he can't even register the slurred conversation he just had until a weight settles on the side of his bed.

"Hey man, y'good? It's nearly supper time, and you haven't come out since this morning," Kirishima's voice is warm and inviting. After a stammer pause, it quickly shifts to trembling, fearful. "Uhm, mind telling me what those red lines are on your hips there, bro?"

He's fully awake as he jolts to an awkward sitting position. Reaching for what blankets he can, he covers himself from the waist down. He must have cut himself a little too far up last night. "The fuck you staring down there for?"

Hands pull up in defense with a lowering head. "Sorry, I'm sorry, dude. It's just a bit concerning when you've been acting the way you've been for who knows how long."

"What the hell?" Katsuki feigns ignorance with a scoff. "You think I would want to hurt myself? Kirishima, let's be real here. Why would I do that?"

Kirishima bolts up and waves his arms in Katsuki's direction. An irritated noise rumbles the back of his throat. "You don't think that I wouldn't notice, Bakugou? I've seen how much you've cut back on your food and how you'd stare off into God knows where! I've seen how much more silent you've become, only flipping people off when they frustrate you. I've been waiting to see if this is just one big phase, but the idea of what you might be doing terrifies me. Bakugou, please tell me anything's wrong...don't suffer alone."

Words on the tip of his tongue swallow back into his gut. He's fine. He has a plan. A plan to limit himself week by week until he doesn't cut himself anymore. At least, that's what he tells himself. The notion of carving into his skin once more raises an excited feeling in his simmering veins while nausea churns, fuelling the civil war some might consider his mind.

"I'm fine, Shitty Hair. I was training a while ago and scrapped myself—there's nothing to worry about."

Kirishima sighs, squaring his jaw. "Fine, but please come down to eat something tonight. Everyone else is done, and the food's almost cold."

Katsuki nods, "Yeah, yeah. Sure."

He leaves the room, and Katsuki immediately swings himself out of bed. Fingers curling around his army knife, he creeps into the bathroom with a strange buzz of giddiness. Kirishima almost discovered the slashes on his legs and hips, so what if he ventures out further to see if he can get away with more. Just a little more, nothing too serious.

With the weather growing colder, everybody has been wearing long sleeves and jackets. If Katsuki treats the self-inflicted wounds just right and cuts just shallow enough, they'll be healed with close to no scarring by spring.

Locking the knife into place, Katsuki lifts his forearm up and bends it to face him. The seamless and unblemished skin stares back at him, practically challenging him to do it. Can he actually commit to it? He twists his wrist up and down, then left to right, observing how each artery, vein, and tendon sink in and jut out against the wall of flesh. An itch only a blade could satisfy burrows through the base of his wrist that connects to his palm. He refuses the urge and slides the knife lower to where the middle of his forearm is. Gently applying pressure to the blade, Katsuki slides it down. Memorized by the trail of red—blood oozing much more compared to the other places on his body—Katsuki glides the knife to another spot on his arm. Does he dare to go further? The last incision only takes a quarter of his forearm, so he goes again, dragging the blade halfway before stopping.

"Bakugou..? I—oh, shit. I fucking knew it. Holy fuck," a voice warbles and rasps.

His head snaps up, and his arms fall. With wide eyes, Katsuki stares into Kirishima's reflection, petrified to turn around and find him standing behind him.

Tears well up in their eyes, but only Kirishima's fall. He stretches his arm out, palm up. "Bakugou," he nearly whispers. When Katsuki doesn't move, Kirishima takes a half step and straightens his fingers more. "Please, Bakugou. Hand me the pocket knife."

Warm beads of blood trail down to his knuckles before splattering onto the cool tile in dramatic dollops.

Another step forward forces Katuski back, and the right side of his hip digs into the counter. "Go away, Kirishima. I just—I'm fine, honestly," his voice is meek, not even a shadow of his regular boisterous self. "I'll be down to eat in a bit, just...don't tell anybody, please."

"No. You lied—"

"Because I had to!"

Silence freezes over them until the scratching sound of Kirishima's slippers charges at him. Before Katsuki can react, Kirishima has both hands in a fist, pulling them above his head. "Drop the damn knife, Bakugou. I'm going to see you hurt yourself anymore."

Katsuki tries to fight back, but it's a struggle with how the small of his back presses flush against the counter, borderline arching towards the sink faucet. His arm burns, blood trickling down his elbow and seeping into Kirishima's black long-sleeve muscle shirt. Kirishima must have finished a workout before waking Katsuki because the scent of salty sweat tickles his nose. "Just let me go, God damn it! Then you don't have to watch, idiot," he spits, some flying and landing on Kirishima's cheek.

"But you're my friend, I can't...I can't just sit back and let you do this to yourself!" Kirishima grunts as he struggles with Katsuki. "Would you do the same for me? Just gawk, frozen in place as my own fucking blood stains me? Bakugou, you're going to kill yourself if you keep this up, and I refuse to let you go through with it!"

He falters at the words, unable to process how Kirishima spins them, pushing him against a wall with his wrists pinning on each side of his head.

"You might be in your own personal bubble, but we care about you—I fucking care for you! You're my best friend, my partner. You're my favorite person in the whole damn world, Bakugou..." Kirishima's weeping now, but the sound drowns in his ears as TV static crackles in the back of his mind.

Katsuki turns away to stare at the doorway. It stands a few inches away from them, laughing at their—his—struggle. Don't look at me like that, he wants to say to Kirishima. I'm not doing anything wrong... I'm just not in the right headspace right now.

But he stays silent, cheeks and ears hot with embarrassment. Everything blurs, so he stares up at the tile ceiling, to not let a single tear shed nor look at his distressed friend. 'Sorry' is all he can mouth, but Kirishima either doesn't notice or cares.

"Please, Bakugou...just drop the knife, alright? I'm not mad, but scared," he whispers the last word as if taboo. When Katsuki brings his gaze back to Kirishima, he finds his head hung and grip weakening. They both tremble and shake as tears swirl with blood on the floor. In some strange way, Katsuki finds it funny how it's almost a literal, physical statement of blood versus water. Which will stand tall and persevere? Only time and the fates know, and it's up to them to find out.

"I'm so damn scared that I'll lose you. Listen, I won't do the whole stupid 'Quit For Me' speech because that's probably the last thing you want to hear, but please stop for your own sake—"

"If you think this is all for stupid attention, it's not. I fucking swear on it, Kirishima."

Tears fall harder as both of them start sniffling. Kirishima shakes his head again, sealing his eyes tight, his face scrunches in hurt. "I would never. But please think of your parents if something worse happens to you. Think of Midoriya. Think of your goals, Bakugou. Who else will be number one? I have no clue because, at Midoriya's rate, he might not make it past thirty with how much he's been trashing his body through his quirk. There's no way in hell that Todoroki will be number one after all the beef he's had with his dad—he wouldn't allow it. So I'm begging, Bakugou—I'll get on my knees if I must—but please, please, please drop the knife. We can work through this together. You aren't alone...don't suffer alone."

Silence steals them away, leaving them with just their heaving breaths and solemn thoughts. He gasps when hot wetness trails down his cheeks. His first reaction is to swipe it away, but his injured arm screams at him when Kirishima stiffens his grip.

"Shit," he mutters. As the uncontrollable flow of tears slips down his face like waterfalls, a strange sense of vulnerability squeezes at his chest. Like he's been stripped naked for all the world to see, Katsuki wants to curl up under his bed and hide until Kirishima forgets this event. Katsuki sighs and looks everywhere but his direction. "Kiri, in my bedroom...I wanted you to know. But I didn't want to tell you. I was so close, too. What I've been doing to myself is much more complex than you think. I don't even know why I fucking do it. Shit, Kirishima, I sit here and try to limit myself each week. But...but..."

The dam breaks, and Katsuki's knees buckle again. A clatter is audible from the fallen knife, but nobody pays attention to it. Kirishima eases him to the floor before Katsuki wraps his arms around him like he's dangling from the highest point of a skyscraper. "Fucking hell, Kirishima. You," he's interrupted by a hiccup in his choking sob. "You're right. I swear I w-was getting better. I had a plan. I had precautions. It just went all to sh-shit today. God, I'm so tired of it all. Please make it stop—I want this to st-stop. I'm sorry, so so sorry. Okay? Give m-me a chance, and I'll change. Fuck everything so hurts damn badly..." Katsuki sniffs before another shattering gasp wracks through his body. "I'm so embarrassed that you see me like this now. Don't treat me like I'm some stupid fucking toy needing to be fixed now. Don't treat me like a doll in need of stitches. I don't need the pity."

More inconsistent and nonsensical rambles slip past his lips, but Kirishima doesn't pull away. Kirishima only cradles him closer, not bothering to acknowledge the blood staining his shirt. Carding fingers through Katsuki's choppy hair, Kirishima rocks him softly. Almost as if engaging in a slow dance of comfort and stability, leaving Katsuki no chance but to comply with his sobbing babbles. "Don't be sorry. It'll be okay, Bakugou, I can feel it. You have me to lean on and wipe your tears. You have me to guide you away from those dark paths and thoughts. You have me for everything and anything. I promise I won't leave you."

His cold hands link with Kirishima's warm ones when they pull away. Kirishima helps him to his feet before stooping down to rummage in the cabinet under the sink. "Now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

●•●•●•●

About two weeks later, Katsuki slowly but steadily returns to a new normal version of himself. Sure, the first two days were messy, consisting of yelling and negative remarks from Katsuki; however, Kirishima gladly picked up his pieces and glued him together. For that, Katsuki has been forever thankful. Whenever he can, he leaves behind small gestures of kindness, whether it's cooking a meal, helping Kirishima tidy up, or slipping him the answers to their quizzes instead of lecturing about studying after getting their grades back.

But there's still this hollow, achy feeling nestling in the base of his chest. Katsuki doesn't know when it'll go away, but hopefully, it will be soon.

They curl up on Kirishima's bed, watching something on his laptop. Subtitles follow the screen's events as they watch an animated movie about wizards and moving castles. With almost his complete attention dedicated to the screen, he doesn't even understand what his body is doing to him until Kirishima points it out.

"Please don't pick at your bandage," Eijirou prompts, running his hand in a soothing motion along Katsuki's left arm and gently squeezing his shoulder.

Katsuki quickly threads his fingers together to stop the mindless action. He grunts in acknowledgment, resting deeper onto Kirishima's chest. Eventually, Kirishima found out about how touch-starved Katsuki is. So they've entered a silent agreement that whenever alone, Kirishima is allowed to hold him unless told otherwise, and the same applies to Katsuki.

"I'm so glad you're doing better now, Kats," Kirishima grins, shifting the computer with his free hand. "Do you...feel better? I can get you some ice cubes if you'd like."

Katsuki hums to himself before answering. "No, m'good."

If it gets worse, then I might hold some to distract myself, Katsuki sighs. But I have all that I need right here.

When the movie ends, the credits start to slide across the screen, and Kirishima closes the laptop and slides it off his lap. "I uh...got you something to celebrate."

Katsuki sits up, criss-crossing his legs, and faces Kirishima. His brows knit together as his nose scrunches ever so slightly. "Whatcha mean by that? It's nobody's birthday, and no holidays are coming up."

Kirishima turns to grab something in his bag from beside the bed. "Well, because what we're dealing with is a total beast, I thought after each milestone, I'd get you something to congratulate!"

'What we're dealing with.' That thought echoes against every corner of Katsuki's brain, warming him to his core. That's right, I'm not alone.

With the back of his unbandaged arm, he uses the back of his wrist to swipe away at the tears that well up along his waterline. That's another thing Kirishima has been trying to teach him. He can cry, and it's okay to do so. Nobody will make fun of him. Nobody will look down on him.

Kirishima holds up a book and a paper bag with the label of their favorite bakery's logo, a proud beam plastering his face. "Ta-da! Oh, jeez, was it the wrong one? Is that why you're crying? I think I still have the receipt somewhere..."

"No! No, it's fine, Kiri," Katsuki's lips turn up into the faintest of smiles. "You're just too kind to me, and I really don't deserve it. I just don't know where I'd be if you didn't come to check up on me that day."

They've checked in on each other several times before, but there's no need to elaborate on which day he's talking about.

Kirishima sets the items aside and pulls Katsuki into another warm hug. "Shhh, it's okay, Kats."

The pair stay like that for a moment. Katsuki doesn't know where he starts, and Kirishima begins, but he doesn't mind. In fact, Katsuki actually enjoys it. He enjoys how the idea of silk-smooth possibilities settles his thoughts. He enjoys how his fingers twitch in consideration and the temptation to hold Kirishima at any moment. He enjoys the feeling of satisfaction when he knows he is, in fact, getting better with each baby step. He enjoys the pride that swells in his chest on how he did and will survive. He enjoys it all.

Every. Single. Bit.

I'm so sorry for any inconsistencies towards the characters!! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter even with it being more on the darker side of things. I was planning to have more of the comfort aspect come in, but then it would've been too long, so I had to cut it off short, sorry! Below this is the link for if you wish to read this on AO3!! Also, if you would like to have this fic gifted to you, please @ yourself the next time you request! Thank you~!

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #bnha fanfiction #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #kiribaku #fanfic #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #blood #mentions of ED #mentions of dissociation #Self-Harm #sh recovery #one shot #Annon Delights!#ao3 kiribaku

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seafoamandstardustlatte · 1 year

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as a kiribaku and tododeku stan

as well as an izuchaco and kacchaco appreciator

uraraka is not in the way of your ships and is a wonderful character who loves and is loved by her friends

and if you hate her for being in the way of your ships i can fckin promise you that all of the characters you stan hate you too

#mha #kiribaku #tododeku #izuchaco #kacchaco #uraraka ochako #izuku midoriya #todoroki shoto #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #also not to mention that there is more to this show than just ships #like she's just a lovely character #and ships really arent that big of a deal #like yeah i know im a kiribaku account im being a hypocrite #but like why would you hate her over the possibility of her being in the way of your ships #like just appreciate the story and stuff #thank you #also i just love uraraka and i think she is so wonderful #and even though she has(had?? idk) a crush on izuku #u know damn well she would be so supportive of him if he liked or dated todoroki #maybe she'd be a bit jealous #but she's still a good friend and she loves her friends #like you definitely did not watch the same show i did if u came to the conclusion that uraraka wouldn't love and support her friends #like even if she was a bit jealous of them #anyway uraraka is best girl <3

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i-write-shakespeare-not-disney · 2 months

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Can you all help me out with something? Give me a musical you like and a ship or simply a dynamic that you think fits them.

Example: Orpheus and Eurydice in Hadestown make me think of Deku and Rody.

JD and Veronica in Heathers make me think of dabi and hawks.

Etc etc

Please!!!!

#im doing a thing #doesnt have to be anime #i mentioned today seeeney and mrs lovetter are will graham and hannibal #with toby as abigail djfjrjdjjd #musical #musicals #ships #bnha #mha #rodydeku #kiribaku #dabihawks #i forget all my fandoms u.u

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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KiriBaku~Bondage/Face Fucking

Summary:

Kirishima wants to try something new, but they need to work around some things first.

Ao3 Tags:

Light Bondage, Face-Fucking, Chains, Collars, Demisexual Bakugou Katsuki, Kink Journal, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Bakusquad Writes Fanfiction, Momo Making Bank, mentions of triggers, Mentions of Panic Attacks, Kinktober 2020

“You’re making that stupid face again, dumbass! What do you wanna try this time?” Bakugou tsked, not even looking up from his math problem.

Kirishima jumped, not even realizing he was making a face at his phone next to him. “What? I don’t wanna try anything, Bakubro!” He tried laughing it off, wincing at the glare that was shot his way.

“Okay, now I know you’re lying! You haven’t called me Bakubro since we started dating so what is it? What did Mina send you this time?” Bakugou huffed as he glared at the red head.

Kirishima sighed in defeat. “Why couldn’t you just be pretty? Why did you have to be smart, too?”

Bakugou flushed at the compliment, looking back to his homework. “Shut up, Shitty Hair! Stop trying to change the subject! Either tell me what your fucking problem is or finish your fucking homework! You’re not failing on my watch for using the wrong head!”

The red head couldn’t help but laugh at his boyfriend’s joke as he shrugged. “For real though, Bakubabe. It’s nothing. Really.”

The blonde just glared harder, completely unconvinced before he tsked, standing up walking to his pillow before he threw a small black notebook at Kirishima. “I’m so sick of your fucking bullshit! There’s the fucking book of shit I’ve looked into! Maybe it’ll help you get your head out of your ass, and stop pussyfooting every damn kink you find and I don’t have to initiate every damn thing like Fuck! Now math!”

Kirishima barely managed to catch the notebook in his shock as he stared at his boyfriend wide eyed. He turned a shade similar to his hair as he looked down at the book Bakugou had shown him that first time a few months back. “W-what?! Are you sure, Bakubabe?”

“I wouldn’t have given you the thing if I wasn’t! Now you can jerk off to it later! Math! Now!” Bakugou growled, trying to hide how red his ears were.

Kirishima looked down at the notebook before looking back to his boyfriend with a toothy grin. “Okay! ...so what were we doing again?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

~~~

‘This...I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.’ Kirishima thought to himself as he flipped through the book.

He figured it’d be a few things and some thoughts and ideas but nope. In his hands he held what had to be a written wikipedia of kinks, color coded in Green, Yellow, or Red, and with notes and ideas. He had a map of every kinky thought Bakugou ever had and what not to bring up period. Some of the kinks even made note of what made him do further research.

‘And he calls Midoriya a nerd for keeping his hero notes. Bakubabe wasn’t even sure if he’d ever use this stuff, and yet...oh that explains it.’ Kirishima laughed to himself as he saw a note in Size Kink.

[Mt.Lady X Kamui Woods? Dabi X Shigiraki? There was too much sexual tension between the two and goth boy had BDE.]

“Oh my god he’s writing porn about the people who kidnapped him!” Kirishima was almost cackling now. “Whatever helps I guess.”

Kirishima hummed to himself as he flipped back to ‘B’ because of course Bakubabe kept his porn in alphabetical order. “Okay, so let's check on the stuff Mina sent...Bondage...Okay, Yellow. So there are some restrictions. Let’s see...Shit that slime incident was him?! Wait...no wonder he was flipping out so bad during the first year sports festival. Maybe I can get him to come to counseling with me again some time. Anyway, so boundaries will need set there big time if I even bring it up…to F...Face Fucking. That is a bright green highlighter.”

Kirishima was back to laughing, especially when he read the notes.

[Dabi X Hawks. The twink is annoying.]

“How does he even get that pairing?” Kirishima wondered as he turned the page.

He continued flipping through the book and eventually got up to grab his own paper and highlighters to make his own list since he had an encyclopedia at his disposal.

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“I didn’t know you wrote fanfiction too, Bakubabe.” Kirishima grinned from across the table at their next study session.

Bakugou’s ears and cheeks flushed red. “Tell anyone, and you’re dead! That was not supposed to be the takeaway of lending you the book!” The blonde glared before looking away. “...So what was bugging you so much last time?”

Despite being the one to bring it up, Kirishima still flushed as he dug the notebook and a paper out of his bag and slid both to the grumpy blonde. “First, I ended up making my own list so you don’t have to guess either.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, taking the offered list and scanning it. “Guess that makes us even then...Of course you’d be into that.” The blonde snickered.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Kirishima pouted.

“Nothing, just that you turn into an overly excited puppy any time anyone praises you. Of course, you’d get off to it.” Bakugou smirked.

“Well I’m sorry I have self-esteem issues.” The redhead muttered, crossing his arms.

Bakugou frowned now, setting the list down and reaching across the table hesitantly. “Hey...I was just teasing you. I wasn’t trying to kink shame.” He tried to assure in a rare moment of softness. “It was in my green. I’m completely okay with it.”

Kirishima pouted at him for a moment before sighing. “I know. Sorry for getting all emo.”

“Shut the hell up. You’re allowed to express emotion.” Bakugou glared before sitting back with the list. “So what was it the other day?”

“...Do you want the yellow or the green first?” Kirishima asked after a moment.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “I guess let’s start with the difficult one. What’s the yellow?”

“...Bondage.”

Bakugou noticeably tensed and Kirishima winced. “Nevermind! We really don’t have to! I don’t wanna make you uncom-”

“Shut up!” Bakugou glared as the redhead’s mouth snapped shut. “No pussyfooting, remember? I assume you read the notes?”

“Yeah...It was really unmanly to chain you up at the sport’s festival.”

“Had nightmares for a fucking week. What was your idea, though?”

“Just using a belt or something to fold your arms behind your back. Nothing extreme.” Kirishima shrugged.

Bakugou nodded, thinking for a moment. “Belt is fine, but in front of me so I can still feel like I can grab you and stuff.”

Kirishima perked up in surprise. “Really, Bakubabe?” His smile returning a bit.

“It was in yellow for a reason. I’m not completely opposed, there’s just some limitations. No covering my hands either.” The blonde shrugged as though they were talking about the weather.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Bakubabe! ...I like watching the little explosions when you get overwhelmed.” Kirishima grins, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bakugou flushes once more. “Tch, whatever! What was the green?”

He almost regrets when Kirishima’s goofy grin turns devilish. “I didn’t actually know they made that bright of a green highlighter.”

“Shut the fuck up! What was it, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou snaps in embarrassment.

Kirishima shrugs. “Just face fuc-shit that really is green.” He grins wide eyed at how red Bakugou gets as his palms crackle.

“Shut up!” Bakugou huffs, ignoring his voice crack as he crosses his arms. “Yeah, that’s fine. Anything else?”

“I couldn’t find collar, but I’m guessing it was under a category. Is that okay? So I can pull your mouth onto my co-...Should I take that as a no orrrr?”

Bakugou’s eyes kind of fogged over even as he groaned. On the one hand, anything around his neck had freaked him out since the sludge incident, and even more so after Dabi hijacked him. On the other hand, that sounded really fucking hot.

Eventually he speaks. “...Get the collar and I’ll try just wearing it for studying to see if it triggers anything. Okay?”

Kirishima was back to looking concerned. “You sure? It’s not that important. I can just pull your hair instead?”

Bakugou swallowed, his palms sweatier than usual, but nodded. “Having things around my neck freaks me out even more after the training camp, but that also sounds really hot. I know hands around my neck is a hard red since even mentioning makes me want to blow something up, but we can try material.”

Kirishima nodded. “Is that why you wouldn’t let me clean the wound when I accidentally bit you too hard?”

The blonde just nods, before setting the kinky stuff aside and picking his pencil back up. “I didn’t want to end up attacking you for being nice. Now we have a test tomorrow and supplies to get. Your idea so I leave it up to you.”

Kirishima was back to grinning once more as he grabbed his own pencil. “Right!”

~~~

“So I know the simple one was fine but how did you get such a fancy one? I thought I told you to stop spending so much on me?” Bakugou huffs to hide his embarrassment even if his red ears gave it away.

In his hand he held an overly nice leather collar with red accents that could be mistaken for flowers but were obviously red gears like the ones on Kirishima’s hero costume. It had a place for a lock near the clasp, but no lock present just in case. As Bakugou examined the collar closer he realized that the front of the collar had ‘Bakubitch’ embroidered in a dark gray that shimmered in the light and was the only reason he saw it.

“It actually all only cost me a sub meal.” Kirishima grinned, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry if it’s too much. I was just happy you didn’t freak out with the cheap one and went a bit overboard.”

Bakugou scrunched his face in confusion. “How did you get something so fancy-?” His eyes widened as it clicked and he turned scarlet. “You did NOT! You asked, ponytail!”

“Heh, well you did say not to spend so much...She promises secrecy if it helps? Denki was actually who told me to ask her. Apparently she has a whole Etsy.” The redhead was avoiding eye contact as he reached for the collar. “We don’t have to use it if it’s too mu-”

Bakugou bared his teeth as he snatched it close. “Fuck that! I know she’ll keep quiet!”

Kirishima blinked at the blonde in surprise before he grinned again. “So you like it then?”

“Fuck off! Are we doing this or not?!” The blonde was flushed down to his neck, but refused to break eye contact with his grinning redhead.

Kirishima’s demeanor changed as he smirked. “Want me to put it on for you, Bakubabe?”

Bakugou glared but looked down at the collar before handing it over and turning away. “Whatever.”

The redhead chuckled as he took the collar and stepped closer, reaching around the blonde, careful not to touch his neck with his hands after being bitten the first time as he secured the collar. “Glad you like it.” he hummed, placing a kiss on the back of the blonde’s flushed neck, feeling it heat up further.

“Shut up.” The blonde muttered, definitely not pouting.

Kirishima laughed, reaching back around to grab the ring at the front of the collar to turn Bakugou towards him and pull him close. “I don’t think you’re the one giving orders tonight, babe. How about you be a good boy and get on your knees for me, hmm?”

Bakugou groaned, dropping to his knees before he fully processed what was happening. He hadn’t realized how much the scenario would actually affect him and the two looked at each other in mild shock at the blonde’s reaction.

“I-” Bakugou tried to start.

“Shit that was hot.” Kirishima breathed out as he ran his free hand through the blonde’s hair, internally screaming as Bakugou absently leaned into the touch with a defiant glare.

“Shut u-ah!” Bakugou snaps his mouth shut to stifle a noise when Kirishima lightly tugs.

“Nope, no angry Pomeranian today. We’re putting that mouth to better use.” The red head smirks as he lets go of the ring and turns around. “So I have the belt too, but Momo added an extra gift that I wanna at least ask about.” He turned back around to show attached cuffs with an extra chain that obviously meant to attach to the ring of the collar. “Thoughts?”

Bakugou looked it over, obviously thinking before looking away and holding up his wrists. “My hands are free and I can grab so whatever.”

Kirishima’s grin was way too soft for the situation as he secured the clasps of the cuffs and attached the chain to the collar. A smirk took over his face when he tugged on the chain to make Bakugou look at him. “Remind me to thank her.”

Bakugou flushed but continued to glare. “Fuck you.”

“Pretty sure you already lost that match, Bakubabe.” Kirishima chuckled as he undid his pants. “Now come on. I’ll even let you get used to it if you be good.”

Bakugou glared but his eyes still trailed down the redhead to his cock and licked his lips absentmindedly. “Whatever, just come he- Dammit ponytail!”

He found the chain was long enough to rest his hands in his lap, and the connections were long enough to hold the redhead when getting railed, but he didn’t have enough distance to grab the other’s thighs to pull him closer.

It seems Kirishima hadn’t realized this until just now either as he raised an eyebrow before his smirk deepened. “Oh. This still okay?”

Bakugou scowled, struggling a bit but when all he felt was annoyance rather than panic he just huffed, letting his mouth hang open and tongue hang out as he glared at his boyfriend in defiance despite the flush in his cheeks.

“Words or actions, babe.” Kirishima sighed, not making any move until he was sure the blonde was okay. He smirked when he received a single snap for green before he moved into the blonde’s space. “Good boy.”

He received an eye roll, but Kirishima had read that notebook cover to cover and knew Bakugou liked the praise even if he refused to verbally admit it. Having the info though allowed the redhead to pick up on the subtle incline of his chin and puff of his chest.

The blonde was happy.

Kirishima chuckled as he took hold of the chain once more, causing the blonde’s arms to raise to his chest as he slipped his half hard cock in the blonde’s still waiting mouth. “How about you suck me to full hardness before I pound that pretty little throat of yours? How does that sound?”

Bakugou didn’t give any of his nonverbal sass, instead groaning around the cock in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks and getting to work, bobbing his head as best he could as he tongued at the underside.

Kirishima groaned, winding his free hand into blonde stands and giving a light tug to get the same reaction as before.

It didn't take long for Kirishima to reach full hardness and start thrusting lightly. "Kat…can I?"

Bakugou met Kirishima's eyes as he relaxed his throat before giving a single snap to tell him to go for it.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Kat." Kirishima groaned before tightening his hold on the chain and burying himself down the blonde's throat.

A small choking sound was heard and it took all of Kirishima’s willpower to remain still as Bakugou swallowed around him to adjust.

When he received another single snap he pulled out and thrust back in slowly a few times to make sure Bakugou figured out how to breathe around him. He glanced down to make sure his blonde was okay and was met with a look of defiance before the suction increased around his cock as though Bakugou was trying to swallow him completely.

“Ahh~ Bakubabe!” Kirishima hissed as he retrieved his dick from the vacuum that was Bakugou’s mouth. “I’m supposed to be in charge today.” The redhead pouted.

“Then act like!” Bakugou smirked despite coughing a little.

A red eyebrow was raised at the sass as he leaned down to eye level with Bakugou. “Behave otherwise I’ll stop playing nice.”

He should’ve known what was coming by the look in those red eyes even before Bakugou grabbed tanned shoulders to whisper in his ear. “Make me.”

It was cliché. It really was, but god if it didn’t spark something in the red head as he once again grabbed blonde locks and silver chain with a snarl. “I warned you, Bakubitch.”

Bakugou was still smirking, having gotten the reaction he wanted. “Like you’re gonna do anything- Ah~”

Another tug to his hair had him opening his mouth in surprise before his mouth was once again full of cock and he was being dragged forward by the chain into black pubes and chiseled stomach.

“Keep that throat nice and open, Bakubitch. Wouldn’t wanna choke on it would you?” Kirishima smirks, pulling back and thrusting in to get the desired reaction.

Bakugou hums around the cock in his mouth, letting his jaw and throat go slack once more, snapping once for the redhead to get a move on.

Kirishima doesn’t hesitate this time, pulling almost all the way out to slam back in, setting a fast pace right out the gate and letting out a moan of his own at the sounds Bakugou makes that vibrate up his cock.

“Fuck, Bakubabe. So hot. So tight. Shit you take my cock so well.” Kirishima rambles, looking down at the blonde and groaning at the sight.

Bakugou’s red eyes were glassy with unshed tears while more escaped the corners as he struggled to find chances to breathe. Glancing down further showed the blonde’s chin covered in drool from continuously trying to get his tongue involved as he allowed his throat to be abused, any noises he made being turned into vibrations to further tease the redhead’s cock. His hands were clutching at the chain like he normally would the sheets, and his own cock sat heavy on his lap.

“God, look at you, Bakubitch. So pretty choking on my cock.” Kirishima cooed, removing his hand from blonde locks to wipe away the tears escaping down flushed cheeks. His heart swelled when the blonde tried to instinctively lean into the touch only to growl low in his throat when the chain prevented it. “My pretty, Katsuki.”

He laughs when he receives a middle finger for the praise. He smirks as he pulls the chain up until he can pull Bakugou’s hands up by the cuffs to feel his own throat. “Can you feel that, Kat. Feel me fucking deep into your throat. You can’t even moan around my cock your throat is so full, but fuck if the attempts don’t feel good.”

A brief moment of panic flashes in Bakugou’s eyes before he remembers it’s his own hand and groans around the redhead’s cock as he tries to swallow but can’t. He manages to get ahold of Kirishima’s hand from this angle and tries to drag it back up to his hair.

“Cute.” Kirishima smirks, pulling at the locks roughly and groaning when red eyes roll back slightly, and he feels the blonde rutting against leg. “Oh shame on me, you’re being such a good boy, sucking my cock so well, and I’ve been completely ignoring yours? Spread ‘em, Babe.”

Bakugou would’ve groaned, but couldn’t and just did as he was told, a sound managing to escape when he suddenly had some kind of friction via the leg positioned between his. He wants to get off against it, he really does, but damn his last ounce of pride still clinging on for dear life.

That pride didn’t stand a chance when Kirishima got ahold of the chain once more and used it and his hair to pull him on and off his cock like he was nothing more than a cock sleeve. Drool was running down the blonde’s chin and neck, and he couldn’t moan if he tried as his throat and face was stuffed. His hips started moving on his own as he rutted against the redhead’s muscular leg and god damn if that didn’t get him closer to the edge.

To think, just a few months before he had been giving the redhead shit for getting distracted by his.

‘He could definitely crush my head with those thighs.’ Bakugou thought before choking out a moan when his already ragged breathing pattern was disrupted by Kirishima’s thrusts becoming erratic.

“God, you’re so tight, Kat. I’m so close, babe.” Kirishima groaned from above him as he brutally fucked the blonde’s throat with abandon.

Bakugou’s face flushed dark as he struggled to find a rhythm, but he really couldn’t be bothered to care as he chased his own release. ‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’

Bakugou swallowed around the redhead’s cock and was rewarded with only a roar and a hard tug to his hair before Kirishima was spilling down his throat. The blonde choked a little, but didn’t let a single drop escape as he groaned around the redhead, lapping at his cock once the chain was no longer being pulled tight.

Kirishima groaned at the feeling, riding out his orgasm and giving a few final half-hearted thrust before pulling out, panting as he used Bakugou for support.

A desperate noise that was probably supposed to be intimidating brought him back from his post-orgasm haze as he looked down to see Bakugou desperately rutting against his leg in an attempt to get off, but getting nowhere.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Baby.” Kirishima winced, dropping down to his own knees while gathering some of the drool covering the blonde’s mouth to give him a literal hand.

It couldn’t have been more than a handful of strokes before Bakugou was spilling over the Kirishima’s hand and making a mess of the cuffs as a choked noise left him. He slumps against his redhead boyfriend as he’s stroked through his high before weakly nudging him when it’s too much.

Kirishima chuckles, gathering the equally beefy blonde into his arms so he’s monkeyed around his chest before petting down his back.

“How you feel, Bakubabe?” He eventually hums, having moved them to lean against the bed.

A raspy noise is heard behind him before some throat clearing and another weak noise. Kirishima could feel the embarrassed heat coming from the blonde as he tried to answer. “Fine.”

“What was that, Babe?” Kirishima smirked.

“I’m fine, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou rasps, flushing darker at how wrecked he sounds. “Fuck.”

“Shit, you sound so hot, Kat~” Kirishima hums, snuggling closer when the totally not pouting blonde tries to escape.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou tries to snarl.

Kirishima chuckles, petting through blonde locks and eventually Bakugou goes back to being slumped against his boyfriend. “Better?”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you, too.” Kirishima grins, kissing along the blonde’s neck and shoulder.

He felt heat rise in the blonde’s neck once more, but still received a small huff. “Love you too, idiot. Now get on the bed. I know these floors aren’t comfortable, but I’m not done cuddling you.”

Kirishima laughs as he gets up before falling back on the bed with Bakugou on his chest. “Anything for you, Bakubabe. Anything for you.”

#kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima x bakugou #bnha #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #smut #demisexual bakugou #tw mentions of trauma #tw mentions of panic attacks

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redrocketpanda · 6 months

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also hope the internet is ready for the bara Kirishima and little Bakugou dynamic that Fire on the Horizon is bringing bc I feel like the fandom has robbed me of this kind of content and I have somehow made it my M.O to provide it

#FR tho I feel like bara Kirishima is SUCH a concept that people sleep on and it hurts my heart. HIS WHOLE THING IS BEING BIG AND STRONG??!?!#& that boy interned with Fat Gum + Amajiki. pls. like he was ever gonna grow up to be the wiry muscle boy he gets depicted as #meanwhile I subscribe to the theory that Bakugou failed to grow more than a few inches taller + has a gymnasts physique #and on the one hand it fucking INFURIATES him and he's super sensitive about it whenever people mention it #but also short man syndrome predisposes him to go weak at the knees in the most endearing way over the size difference bt him & Kiri #shut up there's no projection happening idk what you mean. it's just a GOOD concept ok????? get on board with it. damn.#kirishima #bakugou #krbk #kiribaku #fire on the horizon

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eyydragons · 2 years

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Crawls out of cave I have been informed that pirate au is the current brain rot for krbk?

#kiribaku #mha au #mha pirate au #pirate kirishima #mer bakugou #digital art #mha #mha fanart #kudos to @real-life-cloud for the brain rot that caused this #the mentioned something about the design of kiri being up to fanartists colour wise and my brain went #’wait that means I can just yeet shark mer bakugou in #finally a use for that design I made

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kiisaes · 2 years

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hii hehe, thanks for going to the effort to compile that mini list, but nah. i‘m really comfy where i‘m at (´∀｀;) i‘m head over heels for kiribaku, and while the manga (although i don‘t read it i let tumblr spoil me from time to time so i know a bit about how they act now and that bakugou‘s atoning etc) doesn‘t make me uncomfy with the idea of them getting together later in life anymore, like, i see the appeal.........ish? and i do think their dynamic is very interesting and that they‘ll become really important to each other, like, in my personal (head?)canon they‘ll love each other and do so completely but like in a familial way. inseparable but not always together, no idea if that makes sense at all but to me it does hehe. i‘m in love love love with kiribaku‘s dynamic too though and a romantic or queerplatonic relationship with the two of them together forever cause they‘re meant to beeee just feels like the natural progression of their bond to me, and luckily fanartists like them a lot too haha, so even if hori doesn‘t focus on them much anymore, i‘m still well fed lol. but yeah! when i look at your art i can see the characters you draw are head over heels for each other and i wish them all the best hehe, i just kind of think of them as not exactly bakudeku? (i know they are and i‘m not trying to disrespect that or anything, but cause i can‘t see them that way i just end up thinking wow this green haired dude and this blond dude are so pretty and in love good for them good for them!!! 💖💖💖 hope you don‘t mind lol) (like i recognize them as bakudeku but they don‘t feel quite like the canon characters to me cause i just personally rly can‘t seem to see them that way, so these two exist solely in your art to me lol) oh and i can see hori making them hero partners but imma respeccfully think to myself that it‘s kiribaku instead haha. or maybe bakudeku are hero partners but kiribaku opened the agency together, orrr maybe it’s this one day but these two go on a mission or patrol together the nexttt idkk haha. god, rly sorry for the ramble!! yeah, your art is mindbogglingly beautiful either way! :D

ok! glad u're comfy where u're at, and that u're not discouraged by the lack of kiribaku content lately ^^' i like the ship too but it can get tuff constantly shipping it when there's no recent canon material, even with the help of fan artists heh.

yepyep my depiction of bkdk is obviously an idealized version; since nothing in the series is canon it's always fun to draw ur ships interacting the way u'd like them to :) i wonder what an "exactly bakudeku" interpretation would be in ur eyes since fandom and fan content is all about interpreting characters and ships in ur own individual way. i'm sure there's no one way to have an "exactly kiribaku" interpretation either, since they are also not canon. things to think about! i'd argue that having ur own takes on unspecified things (like how characters/relationships work outside of what's canonically shown) is the point of any kind of literary/media analysis or even just simple engagement.

but anyway i'm glad u like my art! and i recommend continuing the manga too if u like the series, not just for ships but for other things like the art! i'm really crazy about horikoshi's art style lol it's like 50% why i keep reading the series

#asks for becki #kiribaku mention

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ialiwbyb · 2 years

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Prologue ⇢ ˗ˏˋ The Tokyo Museum of Fallen Heros; a memorial exhibit. ࿐ྂ

❜ ─ the bittersweet future series by ialiwbyb ─ ❛

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

word count: 2,033

c/w: <Spoiler for chapter 362, canon and non canon death mentioned throughout, decades post-canon, gn!reader with a name, self-harm and substance abuse mentioned, missing persons mentioned, heroes, angst with a bittersweet ending, hero memorial museum setting, battles mentioned but not specified, UA student!reader.>

(reader/original character pov)

You had been looking forward to this trip for months now, it was promised to you at the beginning of your high school career. One of the many perks of being a third year were the many trips your class was eligible for, there was also the autonomy of internship programs but also the freedom in your curriculum. You were now a third-year student at UA high school enrolled in the pro hero class, a prestigious school for heroes in training made famous by its many accomplished and powerful alumni. The trip you looked forward to most was taking today, the day trip to the memorial museum of pro heroes who have lost their lives, highlighting those who died in action and shaped the world or country in some manner.

It was all so glorious in the brochures you have hoarded your entire life, it didn’t disappoint in person: the building was made of white polished marble- made in the likeness to the Parthenon and located in the center of the largest and most grand park in the middle of Tokyo. The entire area was erected after the war against All For One and the League of Villains was won by the heroes of Japan. While you were born several years after the accident, you were all too well acquainted with it. It was a great tragedy that still scars the world, those who lived through it still pass on the stories every day. It was what ultimately inspired you and many of your classmates to become heroes, to not only honor the heroes who fought in the past but to continue their legacies and protect as they did.

As you walked the halls of the monument the holograms of the hero’s past only remind you of what inspired you so despite only took a bit of time to glance over the text’s beneath the people you passed as you were rushed to get to one specific exhibit. You came for one area only, the one located in the back wing of the large structure dedicated to a small group of heroes in particular. It was guarded by tall mahogany doors covered by a detailed gold design replicating vines and protected by security on either side, you gained access by following your very pink dance teacher Ms. Ashido. She took you along with a small group of her most trusted students into the well-protected memorial with her, as she had promised you all several times in your collective time with the vibrant teacher.

There was a plaque erected in the center of the room, just before a line of holograms, Ms. Ashido walked a seemingly familiar path to read it out loud to your puny group who took their seats one by one on the stone benches that lined circles the memorials. Her voice was normal loud and cheery filled with nothing but enthusiasm (which matched her colorful exterior), but that changed when she read, Ashido’s tone morphed to be hushed spilling out a hidden sadness:

“ To most, explosions cause a fear reaction. Depending on the type of person you are, you would either run from the sound or try and cease it with too many well-practiced methods. But to a tiny group of people, their first instinct when they hear the booms of a destructive blast they stand still and marinade in nostalgia mixed with grief and so many other primarily negative emotions. For them, the eruptions remind them of a particular hero in training who lost his life in action before he even became a full-fledged hero- hell, before he even turned 18. Katsuki Bakugou’s death shook not only Japan but also the world. It fueled the heroes and heroes in training who knew him best to not only finish his battle but win the war. You must believe that he got the justice that he would have wanted.

In the wake of Dynamite’s death, new laws were established to halt the government’s abuse of heroes and those who aspire to be heroes as well as the harsh limitations on quirks. The age at which those can start their internship and get their hero age has risen, and the use of students in battles has greatly decreased.

‘ Katsuki Bakugou aka Dynamite was posthumously given his hero’s license and several awards. He was the first to be memorialized in this room alongside his closest allies. He is located in the center of the line-up. ‘

When it was all set and done and the fighting was over, those who knew the blonde best weren’t satiated by the fact that they had gotten justice for him. There will always be a void left behind by the hot head, especially for those who were closest to him. Some like Momo Yaoyorozu chose to change their career path, others buried the pain away and focused on becoming someone he would have been proud of. However not everyone was able to cope correctly, some of those from his inner circle were unable to truly recover.

The only surviving members of “the bakusquad” as they call it are Mina Ashido aka the hero Pinky and Kyouka Jirou aka the Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack, both of whom were pro heroes full-time before becoming teachers at UA high school for training those who aspire to become heroes or those who wish to have a career alongside hero work. Pinky teaches dance as well as the third-year homeroom for one of the support classes, she retired to focus more time on her family and friends as well as pass on the knowledge she acquired in her well-seasoned career as a pro hero in various countries including her long stint in Canada. Earphone Jack was a rescue hero before getting wounded so far that she lost their arm, which drove them to turn to teach the rescue classes and music classes at UA.

Eijiro Kirishima aka the Sturdy Hero: Red Riot, located to the right of Dynamite, died in a natural disaster while working as a support hero in Puerto Rico on the anniversary of his friend/partner’s passing. It is estimated that Red had saved several hundred lives on his last day on earth by using his quirk hardening to protect an escape route from flying debris. He was slowly overwhelmed until he was washed away by a flash flood, later his body was found. It is thought he died from lightning striking the water beside where he struggled against the current. Multiple statutes and other memorials were erected in his honor on the island post his pasting. Red Riot was looked up to for many reasons, between being an icon for those without flashy quirks and his advocation for the LGBTQIA+ community which as a pansexual man he was a part of. He often spoke of Katsuki Bakugou and was regarded as the one closest to him as he spoke of the man fondly. After both of their passing, it was brought to light by their surviving friends and family that they were in fact lovers hence why their holograms often can be found holding hands. Even after his death, Red Riot and his love Dynamite are seen as the most iconic role models for the LGBTQIA+ community in Japan.

the Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt, also known as Denki Kaminari stands to the left of Dynamite beside his partner Hitoshi Shinsou both of whom have been declared missing with no leads on location although theorized they either passed away undercover or left the country. Both heroes worked for the same agency which specialized in complex undercover work, which is common knowledge to be both dangerous and time-consuming. Although much of their work is unpublished and unrecognized it is known that both have saved many lives during their days at UA and their adult careers undercover. They have earned the memorial in this museum, despite the lack of knowledge of their accomplishments as a whole and the possibility of being alive.

Hanta Sero aka the tape hero Cellophane (placed next to Red Riot) was a talented and well-known hero, both for his compassion but also humor, and talent. He never failed to make someone feel safe, his smile was always soothing. This was why it was a shock to the world when it was announced that the hero had taken his own life only weeks after Chargebolt and Shinsou were officially named missing and their memorials were erected. After his death, it was revealed that Cellophane struggled with self-harm and addictions to different substances, something he was plagued by for years. From his journals, we learned that he was recovering from self-harm and the most dangerous drugs but was pushed back to it by losing his best friend Kaminari. Many have tried to claim that Cellophane does not belong to be memorialized, but many more including the board of hero’s union disagree with this notion. Hanta Sero is theorized to have directly saved thousands of lives over his career, many others were saved by the awareness raised by his tragic end. The only person he was truly unable to save was himself. He is survived by his partner Mina Ashido who was previously mentioned.

In their shared time on Earth, this group was all close to each other in some way. Hence why they stand together here, as we are sure they stand together in death as they did in life. These five represent the many UA Students who fought in the battles against the League of Villains during their time in school.

The rest of the heroes the line the walls are other pros that are known to have died in the war against All For One, Their names can be found on their designated plaques. This room is dedicated to those who fought against the LoV. “

Mixed reactions overtook those in the room, all of sadness and admiration for those who had a permanent place in this legendary room. Ms.Ashido was making eye contact with the hologram of Cellophane whose electronic expression was one of admiration and love as if he truly saw Ashido the entire row of perished heroes was looking at the teacher with a similar expression- it was nearly freaky. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought the spirits of these iconic men were possessing their moving holographic doubles. Her students admired the melancholic moment between their teacher and the replicas of her friends before scattering around the room at the flick of her wrist signaling the rest of the circular room.

Before you had the time to look at Midnight’s flirtatious hologram, Pinky pulled you to her side with a smile. “You see that man right there,” she pointed towards the tape hero. “That’s your old man- he would have adored you, baby… And that strawberry-brained man right there is who you are named after Eijiro.” Your teacher and not previously mentioned mother kissed your head, holding you against her side as she admired the memorials of her friends and family of sorts who were now gone.

“Is it weird that I miss them, Ma?” You asked, looking at the men instead of your mother. It was as if they were all looking at you, smiles and wide eyes took over their pixelated faces. “I never got the chance to know any of them after all, but it still feels like- like I know them so well.”

“Doesn’t matter how long they’ve been gone or how well you knew them, angel. They will always be your family, and they’re spirits better know that. It is always ok to miss your family never forget that,” your mother reassured. She left you to have a moment alone (and totally not to raid the gift store) with the representations of your past away family members, despite the lack of shared DNA among most of you, you would always consider them members of your broken up family despite never knowing them while they lived. The stories you’ve been told of their lives drive you to be strong every day, not just for you but for them. That was your true memorial to these great heroes.

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zanarkandskylines · 2 months

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₊✩‧₊◜ a kiribaku x reader scenario that’s lived in my head for awhile now! it’s not really a formalized…anything. just fleeting thoughts. ♡ ✿ tangled hearts modern au masterlist ✿ ｡‧˚ʚ wc; ~2.6k ɞ˚‧｡

Thinking about a modern day AU with Kirishima and Bakugo settling down in the countryside for a quiet life away from the hustle of the city. They’re in their early 30s, married and happily tucked away in their own little paradise - until they meet you.

Bakugo works with his parent’s fashion agency as the director of the design department, and is a designer himself. He went to the highest credible fashion institute in Tokyo and graduated top of his class - as expected.

Kirishima is a personal trainer and owner of the local gym. He took a few business classes after high school and general fitness courses to learn all about it. He loves getting to help people and knows almost every single person in town. He also volunteers with the local fire company.

It was the ideal place for them, not too big and not too cramped. Bakugo had his own garden that he cherished while Kirishima loved the backyard for home exercising. Their home was spaced out from their neighbors and gave them the perfect amount of privacy.

The town is only an hour and change outside the city, still remaining close for friends and family by train. Bakugo mostly worked from home and only went into the city office for important meetings and press conferences. He preferred to work in his own space while designing instead of in a buzzing office where anyone could bother him - especially his parents.

Their morning routine was simple: Bakugo would wake up anytime between 6 and 6:30am, rolling out of bed to start breakfast and coffee. By the time he’s done cooking, Kirishima stumbles into the kitchen with his eyes half closed, sleepily making his way over to kiss his husband good morning. They’d sit at the table together and casually talk about their plans for the day or in silence as they enjoyed each others company.

That was all disrupted the morning Kirishima spotted you outside the gym, waiting for it to open. He didn’t recognize you like he did everyone else in town - that immediately caught his attention. Once inside, you introduced yourself and told him how you moved from the city for a new job. The two of you got to talking longer than anticipated and ended up bonding over you being new to town. Kirishima signs you up for his yoga classes the following week, excited to see you mesh with his regulars.

Bakugo’s on his lunch break later in the day at the local market to pick up his usual fresh vegetables and fruits when he spots you browsing the aisle behind him. He peeks over his glasses to see his design logo on the small tag at the hem of your tshirt. He simply smiles to himself, proud to see a garment of his in the wild, and finishes his own shopping.

───

A few weeks go by of getting to know Kirishima as you attend his classes. You’d stop and talk with him afterwards each time, slowly developing a friendship. One day after class, he casually mentions to you that his husband is a great cook and how his food rivals any five star restaurant from the city. On a whim, he invites you to dinner with him and Bakugo at their home - you agree happily. You didn’t have any friends in the area, what’s the harm in meeting people?

You arrive at their cozy home and are greeted heartily by Kirishima at the door as he puts a hand on your back and welcomes you inside. Bakugo turns his attention from the stove to the door, nodding in your direction as he continues cooking. You can’t help but think he looks…familiar.

Their place is gorgeous, tidy and clean, yet homey. There were pictures of their family and friends hung up all over alongside some simple art pieces and knick knacks. You could already tell who decorated versus who didn’t - Kirishima is definitely not the type to decorate so eloquently.

You’re gazing at one of the pictures when the realization smacks you in the face.

He’s responsible for half the clothes in your closet.

Kirishima is married to the Katsuki Bakugo of the fashion world? And you’re in his house for dinner that he’s serving to you?!

The thought makes you dizzy as your face flushes, desperately trying to hide your sudden excitement. And you chose to wear one of the dresses he designed for a collaboration years ago. What are the chances? Kirishima never told you what his husband’s name was, just that he was married.

“Y/N, I want you to meet my husband, Katsuki!” Kirishima excitedly says as he’s walking you to the kitchen. “Kat, this is Y/N. She’s the one I told ya about from my yoga class!”

The two of you lock eyes for a moment before Bakugo looks you up and down, calculating his first impression of you. He wasn’t about to tell you that he’s seen you around town before, he had to play it cool and not make it seem like he already knew you existed.

“Nice ta meet ya,” he greets before returning his attention to the stove. “Dinners just about ready. Ei, can you set the table?”

You all sit down for dinner, and it’s absolutely delicious. Kirishima was not joking about Bakugo’s cooking, every single thing you ate was delightful. You honestly don’t know if you’ve had a better meal than his.

“This is absolutely amazing, Ba-”

“Jus’ call me Katsuki.”

Him cutting you off to correct his name before you even finished saying it made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh, sure. Katsuki, this is honestly one of the best meals I’ve ever had,” you repeat, picking at that last of your vegetables on your plate. “I saw a garden outside. Do you grow them yourself?”

Bakugo grins, glowing at your compliments. “Yep. Anythin’ not in season I grab from market.”

Kirishima watches the two of you interact, happy that he was right about the three of you getting along seamlessly.

You shuffle in your seat at the next pause in your conversation before deciding to ask the burning question on your mind.

“So, Katsuki…what do you do for work?”

He laughs, motioning to your sundress. “Ya don’t have to beat around the bush about it. I can spot my work from a mile away.”

That broke the ice and allowed you to relax, knowing he didn't think you were trying to impress him by wearing his own design. The night went on, way past dinner, where the three of you talked about any and everything. It felt as if they’d already known you their whole lives, the conversation never feeling forced and flowing naturally.

“Shit, I’m sorry for staying so late!” You exclaim while looking at your phone. “Didn’t mean to keep you guys up.”

“Don’t apologize, y/n! You’re welcome here anytime,” Kirishima assured, slinging his arm around Bakugo on the couch. “We’d love to have ya over for dinner again soon!”

You’re about to head out the door when Bakugo gets up from the couch and stops you. “It’s dark, lemme walk you back to your place.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you insist, but he wasn’t having it. He was already changing out of his slippers and into a pair of sneakers. He held the door open for you as you waved to Kirishima, thanking him again for having you over and that you’ll see him for class in the morning.

You and Bakugo are walking down the dimly lit street toward your apartment complex, hands in his pockets, when he strikes up another conversation about your dress.

“You didn’t need to act so shy about the dress,” he comments. “Looks good on ya.”

You can feel your cheeks get hot again, praying he can't see your reaction in the street lights. "T-thanks! I love your work. I actually have a lot of the clothes you’ve designed…what are the odds?” You trail off at the end out of nervousness, playing with the fabric of the dress.

“Yeah? Good to know.”

The two of you approach your building and he says a simple ‘good night’ as he waves, turning to head home.

There’s a weird feeling in your chest, one that you haven’t felt in a long time. A warmth that floods your body with…you can’t pinpoint it. It makes you sweat, but comforts you at the same time.

Little did you know that the boys were feeling the exact same way.

───

Months go by as the three of you become inseparable - dinners, movie nights, shopping at the market, going into the city together, meeting their friends, walking around town at sunset, picnics in the park, you name it. Kirishima and Bakugo never knew they could feel so comfortable with someone so quickly - it was as if the three of you were meant to find each other.

While the two of them are lying in bed one night, Kirishima decides to open up about his feelings. He rolls over to face Bakugo, his usual pointy hair fluffed around his face against the pillow.

“Kats, I got a question for ya. It’s kinda…weird?” He starts, fiddling with the hem of the comforter. “Do you…uhh, shit. Do you have any feelings toward Y/N?”

Bakugo flips to his side to face him. “What do y’mean?”

“Oh don’t be like that. I think she’s…really cute,” he admits, his cheeks turning rosy. “I enjoy having her around.”

Bakugo grumbles in embarrassment, pulling the comforter up to cover his face. He feels like a high school boy all over again - he just didn’t want to admit it.

They’d both fallen for you simultaneously without even saying a word. Neither of them knew why, they’ve been together for over a decade now - since their college days. No one has ever made their hearts race in sync like you do.

“I’ll take that reaction as an agreement,” Kirishima teases, poking Bakugo’s forehead through the covers. He groans again as he throws the blanket off his face.

“It’s been confusin’ the shit outta me. I love you, Ei and that doesn’t change shit, but goddamn. She’s fuckin’ gorgeous,” Bakugo admits, face and ears burning hot.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you have a crush!” He scoots closer to Bakugo and kisses him on the forehead. “Haven’t seen that side of ya since college.”

Bakugo bats at him playfully, pushing him away as he whines, “Shut the fuck up!”

“So…what do we do about it?” Kirishima’s question hangs in the air between them, heavy…but alluring.

───

The next few times you hang out with the boys, you can tell that things feel a little more…intense? If that was the right word, the feeling was foreign. You found yourself becoming more physical with the two of them, and each time gave you butterflies. You weren’t quite sure what was going on until that fateful night.

It was a dreary night, the remnants of the storm passing through the town. The rain was no longer a torrential downpour and had tapered off into a sprinkle, enough to allow you to walk home safely. You’re heading for the door as Bakugo catches up to you, umbrella in hand.

“Y’know the drill, I’m not lettin’ ya walk home alone. Especially when it’s still raining.”

“Kat, you hate the rain, it’s fine,” you argue, but know it’s pointless. Bakugo waves at Kirishima and you notice Kirishima’s smile is extra wide tonight…and did he wink?

He closes the door behind the two of you and opens the umbrella on the porch, slinging an arm around your shoulders to huddle you under its protection.

The walk to your apartment is silent, an unknown tension lingering in the air. The subtle flexing of Bakugo’s fingers on your shoulder is driving you wild, a simple touch was enough to ignite the fire in your gut. Reaching your apartment complex, you stop to thank him for walking you home like always, but something else spills from your lips instead.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Bakugo’s taken aback by your question, confused where this has come from. “What? No, not at all. Why?”

“I…just don’t wanna make you two uncomfortable,” you whisper, eyes cast to the ground. “I really like you two…and don’t want to come between y-”

The umbrella clatters to the ground as Bakugo throws it to the side, letting the rain pelt against the both of you as one hand pulls you into him by the waist and the other under your chin.

“That’s right where we want ya,” he speaks against your lips. He hesitates, tilting his head back and looking directly in your eyes. “Tell me to back off, and I will. We can act like-”

This time, you cut him off by putting a hand on the back of his head and one on his chest, pulling him to meet your lips. The world stops around you as the rain trickles down your faces and vaguely into your kiss. You tangle your arms around each other’s bodies, illuminated by the soft street lights as your clothes become heavier with rainwater. After what feels like ages, you part, catching the breath you’ve stolen from each other’s lungs.

No words are spoken as Bakugo takes your hand, tugging you back down the road toward their place. You giggle and begin to run with excitement, skipping through the rain with him all the way back. Throwing open the front door, you both take a step inside, soaking wet from the rain. Kirishima glances over from the couch, shocked to see you return with Bakugo.

“Woah! What happened to you two?” he asks, concerned yet intrigued. He then notices you’re holding hands, and it clicks.

You’re stripping the wet clothes from your body faster than you can chicken out of doing so, letting them plop on the floor of the foyer until you’re left in your bra and underwear. Bakugo follows suit and trails behind you as you make your way over to Kirishima on the couch. You take a deep breath before placing a hand on each of his shoulders, sliding into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. He places his hands on your waist anxiously, scared you’ll shatter under his touch.

“It’s okay, Eiji,” you coo, leaning down to his ear. “You can touch me.”

You turn back to Bakugo as he’s sitting next the two of you on the couch, reaching a hand out to stroke his cheek. “Katsuki can, too.”

That’s all the permission they need to devour you all night long - over and over again like a drug they couldn’t get enough of. Brief naps in between, each time better than the last. Hands tangled in hair, lips kissing skin in sinful places, and noises only the three of you could orchestrate together.

That was the night their lives changed forever, thanks to you. Things were easy and simple between the three of you - you blended into their routines perfectly as the weeks progressed. Waking up between the two of them each morning was heavenly, especially when they fought over who got to cuddle you through the night. Bakugo usually won that fight until he would go make breakfast, then Kirishima would tuck you under his arm and hold you close.

Everything was so easy between you three, you were the missing puzzle piece in their lives that they didn’t know was absent.

You were theirs, and they were yours - simple as that. They wouldn’t trade their newfound goddess for the world.

i immediately think of @pastelbakugou & @kweenkatsuki-fics when it comes to kiribaku x reader, thank you for being my inspirations! 💜

next entry: delicate (isn’t it?)

#☆.tangledhearts #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku fluff #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugo imagine #kirishima imagine #kiribaku imagine

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reallyromealone · 5 months

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May I request an omega verse where kiribaku adopts omega son pls? thank you!

Adoption

Kirishima x Bakugo w/ child male reader

I gotchu, this took longer than expected ngl

Fluff, baby/toddler reader, male reader, alpha Bakugo, alpha kirishima, Omega reader

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Alpha/Alpha couples were more and more common these days, especially in the hero world "a kid?" Kirishima was curious as Bakugo shrugged "a brat would be nice, we have the space and our agency is thriving.." Bakugo said not making eye contact with his mate who looked at him with so much love "it's like you read my mind~" the Alpha said hugging the other who scoffed "whatever shitty hair"

Days turned to weeks and before they knew it they were at an orphanage where a bunch of kids were running around "welcome! The Kirishima-Bakugo family yes?" The orphanage headmaster asked curiously and the two nodded "yeah that's us!" Kirishima said happily and Bakugo grunted "wonderful, sign the sign in forms and if I could please see ID as confirmation?" The two handed over their IDs and the headmaster scanned them "excellent! Why don't I give you two a tour yes? And then you can meet the children?"

The building was nice, up to date and the children were healthy "so what age range are you looking for? Secondary gender?"

"We were hoping to just click with one and go from there" Bakugo let his mate do the talking as kids looked at them curiously "I see, well let's go to the play area and you can interact with the children"

Walking into the play area, kids were all over the place but one caught Bakugos attention, a small pup grabbed his pant leg "oh hello (name)" the headmaster smiled "he's one of the younger ones, only one and a half" they said and fixed the boys pants "he's a happy little Omega but isn't the most talkative but the other kids don't seem to mind" they explain as (name) raised his little arms to be held by Bakugo who lifted him "what ya want squirt?" He asked the babe who grabbed his nose with a smile.

Kirishima noticed the look in his mates eyes, the connection he instantly developed with the tiny pup who didn't even know he had the number three hero around his tiny little finger.

The three spent the day hanging with the little pup who showed him all the toys he liked to play with, having a red riot toy and a Mickey mouse toy seemingly running or robbing a bakery "very cool bud" kirishima said and (name) beamed at this.

The two made visits at any chance they could as the process started for the adoption, expedited thanks to their hero status and rank, the two already setting up a bedroom for the tyke.

"Yeah it's for you" Bakugo said as he handed the tot a scented Dynamite plush, to help get the little one familiar with their scents as parents which thankfully (name) was incredibly receptive to as he clung to both of them regularly.

"Thanks squirt" Bakugo said as they sat with the little one who handed the blond a toy slice of cake, the three gathered at a toy kitchen and (name) didn't seem to know exactly what he was doing but was having fun none the less "his belongings have been packed, he's ready when you guys are" the two heroes looked elated as kirishima lifted his /son/ high up, the tiny Omega squealing in delight at the action.

It was never easy saying goodbye, the headmaster knew this but they put a strong face as they bud their goodbyes to the tiny pup who mimicked the wave as his little head rested on bakugos shoulder.

They were always worried about (name) getting adopted, male omegas weren't the highest for adoptability not to mention the boy hasn't even developed a quirk yet, sadly many parents didn't want a quirkless child...

(Name) held onto the plush of his dad as he was set down in the apartment, the little Omega inspecting things and waddling around and making little sounds as he sniffed his little nose, clearly happy to be around the two alphas scents-- recognizing that they are his dad's. "Wanna see your room?" Kirishima gently took (name)s tiny hand and led him to his new room, (name) made noises as he looked around and turned to his dads who looked at him fondly "yeah it's yours shorty" Bakugo said, a sense of calm washing over him as they watched the babe look around...before dragging a throw blanket to a corner and ditching it.

The two alphas were confused as little (name) took random soft things and put them in the corner and just stared at it before looking at his dad's happily as if he just did something incredible "is that...?" "A nest? I think so" the two were incredibly proud of their pup and snapped a few pictures of this, kirishima on the verge of tears at how precious it was.

(Name) felt like that last piece of the puzzle as followed his dad's around happily.

They just worried how he would handle all his aunt's and uncles.

#omegaverse #omega male reader #male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x reader

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Master List Part Three

Updated 04/08/2024

***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.

<Master List Part Two

Master List Part Four>

Key:

💙 = Platonic Yandere

💜 = SFW Yandere

🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)

💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion

🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)

🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking

My Hero Academia

Tomura Shigaraki:

Yan!Naga Shiggy HCs 💜

Blurb 🖤

Shiggy Drug Dealer to Yandere HCs 🖤

Shouta Aizawa:

Bratty Girl 🩶

Spicy!Naga Shota 🖤

Kai Chisaki:

Maid Kink Drabble 🖤

Annoying Yan!Overhaul Tips 💜

Keigo Takami:

You Can’t Leave Me 💙

The Scent of Another Man 🖤

Destinations in Life 💙

Baby Bird 💙

Katsuki Bakugou:

Leaving Isn’t Easy 🖤

Daily Reminder 🖤

Blurb 💙

Apologizing 💜

Daily Reminder #2 🖤

Dabi:

Yan!Naga Dabi HCs 💜

What Are You Really Afraid of? 💙🖤

Oral Fixation 🖤

Daily Reminder (Touya-Nii) 🩵

Maybe 💜

Shoto Todoroki:

Thirsty Imagine - Shoto Todoroki 🖤

Stay Home, Imoto! 💙

Izuku Midoriya:

Yan!Dad Izuku Blurb 💙

KiriBaku:

Hunt and Chase 💜

EraserMic:

You Don’t Need to be a Hero 💜

Yan!EraserMic HCs 💙

Pregnant!Reader 💙

Shinzawa:

Learning Opportunity 🖤

TodoBakuDeku:

Everything has a Price 💜

Sub!Deku to Dom!Deku 🖤

BakuDeku:

Caught In Between 🖤

Twice:

Yan!Twice HCs 💜

Multiple Characters:

Faking Stockholm Syndrome (Bakugou and Keigo) 🖤

Yandere’s Favorite Kind of Toys - MHA Edition 🖤

MHA Spanking Pain 🩶/🩵

Fairy Tail

Rogue Cheney:

Boyfriend Material HCs 💜

Mystogan:

Asleep 🖤

Naruto Shippuden

Kakashi Hatake:

Horny Drabble 🖤

The Right to Have You 🖤

Kakashi’s Enemy 🖤

SasuNaru:

Learn Something New Every Day 🩶

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman:

First Time in the Underground 🖤

Instructions #1 🖤

Instructions #2 🖤

Fluffy Levi HCs 💜

Bunny 🖤

Maid Kink Drabble 🖤

Crushing 🖤

LEON…Whoops 🖤

The Effects of Alcohol 🖤

Missed Texts 🖤

Pregnancy and Punishment 💜

Pleasure Spot 🖤

EruRi:

Opinion 🖤

Demon Slayer

Muzan Kibutsuji:

Mafia Yan!Dad Muzan 💙

Demon Siblings 💙🖤

I’ll Get You There 🖤

Rose Thorn 🖤

Tengen Uzui:

Back to the Beginning 💜

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

The Wind Pillar’s Tsuguko 🖤

This Little Love of Mine 💜

Multiple Characters:

How the Hashiras Spank Their Darling 🖤

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo:

Yandere Dad Gojo HCs 🩵

My Daughter, My Little Girl 🩵

Thirsty Imagine - Satoru Gojo 🖤

Don’t Close Your Eyes 💙

Why, Gojo, Why? 💙

Ryomen Sukuna:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Horny Drabble 🖤

Daily Reminder #2 🖤

Sukuna Finds Your Vibrator 🖤

Nanami Kento:

Yan!Uncle Nanami 💙

Home Sweet Home 💙

Yuji Itadori:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Yan!Yuji One Shot 🖤

You’ll Learn, I Promise 🖤

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im-so-tired-sorry · 6 months

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Cramping

kiribaku x gn!reader

cw: reader experiences periods, mentions of blood, swearing, and pet names

a/n: ending is lowkey rushed but idrc at this point lmao

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you were in the kitchen cooking with your boyfriends. you three were making a stew that consisted of various meats and veggies.

it was truly a three person effort.

you three would walk around the kitchen for items that you needed and you would each kiss the shoulders of the other two if you happened to walk behind them.

but of course, in couple-y fashion, it turned into teasing and you guys had to mess with each other; you would purposely bumped into your partners and kirishima grabbed at tickle sensitive spots as he walked by. but bakugo would just keep cutting veggies.

that is until you bumped into him enough times, catching you laugh from him side eyeing you.

he grinned and grabbed a kitchen towel and when you caught your breath from laughing, he whipped it at you lightly, hitting the lower part of your stomach.

all of a sudden, a twisting, piercing pain stabbed you internally. you took a breath through gritted teeth, but you couldnt resist to crouch into a ball while holding the lower half of your torso.

of course, your boyfriends crouched to your side as soon as they saw you in pain.

“katsuki!! how hard did you hit them!!!?!?!”

“i didnt hit them that hard! i barely used any force!”

“well you clearly did if theyre in this much pain!!”

“it wasnt that!! it wasn’t that, i’m just cramping that’s all!!”

“oh”

…

“OH”

“well good to know you’re not pregnant.”

“katsuki! baby, what do you need right now. pain killer? heating pad? water?”

“to, fuck, to lay down.”

and with that, your partners went to work. kirishima carried you to bed to allow you to stay in your curled up position. once in bed, bakugo made you drink an entire bottle of water before allowing you to lay down, placing another bottle on the nightstand and passing you your heating pad.

your boyfriends helped you get as comfortable as you could, all while checking on the stew.

“you need anything else?”

with a yawn, you answered, “a nap. i think the cooking got me a little overworked.”

“and over heated,” kirishima said as he felt your forehead, “don’t worry love. we’ll finish cooking and i’ll try to sneak some in so you don’t have to get up-“

“hey! no eating in the room! especially any kind of soup. cause i know your clumsy ass will spill it on our sheets.”

you giggled before sensing blood flow through yourself from the added pressure. seeing you in the uncomfortable state sent worry to your partners, but you brushed it off and they left you to sleep.

you woke up a couple hours later to the sky in a darker light. you were in less pain now, but there was still a lingering tension below your stomach. it didn’t hurt, but it’s never a comfortable feeling.

you heard the bedroom door open slowly. “babe. you awake?”

“mmmm”

“tch, i’ll take that as a yes. sit up, i brought you food.”

“i thought there was no eating on the bed.”

“do you want it or not?”

slowly and still a little groggily, you sat up and katsuki handed you a bowl of warm stew as he sat next to you. the stew ended up really good, with the veggies well cooked and the meat tender.

“how do you feel?”

you shrugged, not just as an instant response but because there really was no way to explain it.

“is there anything i can do?”

“take this feeling away.”

he sighed and wrapped an arm around you. “sorry to break it to you, but i can’t, no matter how much i want to. what i, and eijirou, can do…is try and support you through this.”

you finished your stew and rested your head on his shoulder. “that’s more than enough.”

“katsuki!! i finished loading the dishwasher. is there anything else before i start it?” you faced the door where your giant boyfriend came in and leaned against the doorframe. “hey baby. you feeling ok?”

you shrugged in response.

“i’ll take this,” bakugo took the bowl and stood, “I’ll put this in the wash.”

you sat at the edge of the bed to grab your water bottle. after you took a drink and put it back on the nightstand, you noticed a pop of color on your light colored sheets where you were laying last. you gasped in surprise, realizing you stained the sheets with blood. you caught you partners’ attentions while they were both at the door.

“what happened?”

“nothing!”

“are you hurting again?”

“no! i mean kind of, but no i’m fine!”

“did you stain the sheets?”

you opened your mouth to deny, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away with it, so you shamefully looked away.

“oh baby,” kirishima walked up to you and held your face in his hands, “it’s ok! we just have to wash them and they’ll be gone. no need to be ashamed either, it’s natural.” he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“i’m gonna put this in the dishwasher and then come up to change the sheets. eijirou, do you mind starting a shower for them?”

“of course i don’t mind!”

a shower was a good idea. just to have a sense of cleanliness.

eijirou prepared the shower for you, and as soon as the water was warm enough, you hoped in. after a proper rinse, you dressed comfortably for bed.

returning to the bedroom, you noticed the darker sheets over your boyfriends already in bed. katsuki was reading his book and eijirou was on his phone, each putting their item down as soon as you entered.

“ready for bed?” kirishima asked with a dorky little smile.

you nodded, excited to rest with your partners.

before getting into bed though, katsuki made you drink more water.

you snuggled in between your partners as they cuddled around you, making sure you were comfortable and that they weren’t squeezing too hard.

and with that, you three fell asleep.

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