#bakushima fic

[kitkatrix]

Mermaid Kiri sees Sailor Baku for the first time and just needs to tell him that he's the prettiest pearl he's ever laid eyes on, and that he'd like to court him.

To Bakugou though, a redheaded mermaid hits the boat, lifts its head, and then proceeds to scream like a banshee.

Does it work on Bakugou? Duh. He teaches Kirishima how to talk, and of course the mermaid is more than happy to learn! He wants to court his new mate right, and eventually he will.

One day he and Baku are hanging out, with him mindlessly swimming on the side while Baku does his own thing. Then Kiri decides to try out what he's learned.

"Ka...Ka--sii... may...tee?"

Bakugou stops what he's doing and tilts his head to the side, smiling. "Yes. Yes, I'm your mate."

Kirishima understands the word "yes", and lets out another loud noise, his gills vibrating with excitement. It was official. He finally courted Bakugou! He couldn't be happier.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu & Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou & Uraraka Ochako Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Second Year Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Movie Night, Jealous Bakugou Katsuki, he doesn’t know it though, Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Emotionally Constipated Bakugou Katsuki, Dorks in Love, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings Series: Part 2 of krbkcuddles week (2024) Summary:

Bakugou knows surviving a war or two really brings a group together, but since when was Kirishima so chummy with Froggy and Round Face? He subtly watches them, both girls tucked on either side of his soft build, his arms curled around their shoulders. They look comfortable, and nonplussed about the closeness. Blue and white lights strobe over the trio, highlighting how Round Face tucks her nose into Kirishima’s neck.

His stomach twists.

[amykate96]

Kiribaku/Lucifer prompt

Imagine kirishima being a fallen angel.

It's his job in heaven to watch a time-lapse of individual human lives to delegate what area of heaven they go to. But after a few thousand years of doing this, he gets curious. About all the different emotions he sees humans get to have (angels exist to be content and thankful. And nothing else). Especially all the different types of love, including the sexual kinds. But when he asks too many questions, he's cast down.

Now on the other end, you have a demon who's job it is to direct people through their hell loop. They have to go though the single most painful memory of their lives, over and over again. And one day, though it has been building, he starts to question why he's doing this. In this current hell loop, a man is being dragged away from his dying child Infront of him, and that's the torture, that he can never touch her or say goodbye. So bakugo let's him, just this one time. He sees grief. He sees love. He experiences emotions he shouldn't be allowed to experience.

So he runs to the mortal realm.

Bakugous once demonic scaley black skin like wings are now covered in black feathers with red tips, almost like they're dipped in blood.

Kirishimas once angelic golden feathery wings are now golden skin like bat wings.

Bakugo runs his own alternative night club where debauchery thrives. It's all sex, drugs and rock and roll. And eijiro ends up buying and running his own little coffee shop. Family orientated and full of plants and fairy lights. .

But then what happens when they find each other. They can't stand each other at first. Ones trying to get back to heaven and be holier than thou, and one acts like he wants to corrupt more of humanity with his demonic wiles. But then they actually become friends. They talk about their new emotions, their feelings, their trauma. Actually figure out who they are and who they want to be, and if they even want to go back home.

And what if... This demon who told kirishima he ran away, wasn't even a demon. What if he was hiding a bigger secret. Something like he was instead, a fallen angel himself. Maybe even The first fallen angel...

[ceabu]

KRBK MONTH DAY 7 - DOGBOY/CATBOY

personally i see them both as dogboys ♡

[smartzelda]

My Hero Academia Fic Masterpost

Hi, SmartZelda here! Below you will find every fic I have posted for the My Hero Academia fandom. All are organized by date of posting.

Explicit fics are marked as 🔞

Each fic also has the ships it focuses on in parenthesis. Fics without a relationship as a central focus or simply just background relationships are marked as gen.

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Hero of Hearts (Soriku)

Stupid and in Love (Kiribaku, Kirishima & Mina)

Dummy (Affectionate) (Kamijirou)

True Love's Kiss (Kiribaku, Kirishima & Kaminari & Bakugou)

[animlcrisscross]

Wanna Hold You Just For A While

One Shot

Preview:

He couldn't erase his grin as he walked in, almost giddy to see his best friend, the worry of the moment gone. 

“Hey, buddy.” Katsuki’s dad said as soon as he walked in. Eijiro stayed by the entrance, the feeling of nerves creeping back up on him as quickly as they had left. 

“I'm not fucking five, dad.” He heard Katsuki scoff.

“Don't swear, brat. We have a guest.” Said a woman. 

“Another fucking doctor that's gonna tell me something's wrong with my head? Maybe I'd remember shit if these assholes stopped bugging me.”

“Katsuki, your doctors are just trying to help.” Katsuki’s dad assured him. “One of your friends is here, be nice.”

He heard Katsuki sigh, and he finally came from the cover of the door. He doesn't know why he's so nervous, considering that it's well…Katsuki . Maybe it's because he's around his parents for the first time. But they seem nice enough. And apparently, Katsuki talks about him. Which is a nice thing to know, especially because he loves to talk about Katsuki all the time. 

But how could he not? He's his best friend and his super cute crush. The biggest crush he's ever had at this point. And it's just nice to talk about all the sweet things Katsuki does for him and how much he admires him. No one ever gets to see that side of Katsuki, the caring, considerate side. He always feels so special that he gets to see it.

Could you blame him for wanting to talk about Katsuki all the time?

“Someone else I'm not gonna remember from that stupid school I go to?”

“Katsuki…” the woman said again, a sigh heavy on her voice. 

“What, Ma?”

He saw Katsuki in time to witness one of his signature eye-rolls, and he smiled.

“Hey, Kats. How are you feeling?” He greeted with a wave. 

Katsuki’s eyes went wide, pretty pink flushing his cheeks and he swallowed, “Holy fucking shit.”

He walked an inch closer, “Man, I was so worried about you.” He admits, laughing quietly. 

Katsuki shook his head for a split second, “Who the hell are you?”

Eijiro’s heart gave a single pound. His dad had said his brain was a little messed up, but…

“Um—ah, I'm Kirishima. Or uh, you like to call me Shitty Hair. Or Eiji.” His cheeks flamed as the words left him.

“Sorry, kid. The doctor said he was hit by some type of memory loss quirk,” explained Katsuki's mom. 

“Oh,” he pouted, “That's okay. Uh—I mean, I'm sorry.”

“Not your fucking fault.” Katsuki said, scoffing.

“Why don't we let you two catch up? Want some food, Katsuki?” Katsuki's dad asked.

“Whatever.”

“What about you, kiddo? Have you eaten yet?” Katsuki’s dad turned to ask him. 

“I'm fine, thank you!” Eijiro replied. 

With that, Katsuki's parents left, and Eijiro didn't know how to act. Especially because Katsuki was staring him straight on, an intense glare like he was an equation he was analyzing.

“Who are you?” Katsuki said with a squint of his eyes.

“Um...Eijiro? We go to U.A together.”

“Fucking obviously.”

Summary:

Katsuki gets hit with a memory loss quirk and Eijiro doesn't know how to navigate thier "new" friendship.

AO3: [x]

[thezeninclan]

bottom baku and top kiri?

there's just something intoxicating about the person katsuki bakugou becomes at night— especially when he's caught between the matress and the hard body of eijirou kirishima.

the way he comes undone at a single touch, a single press, sometimes even a single breath. hell, sometimes even a single glance from kirishima is enough to send him over the edge, make him tremble.

it's addicting, how easily consumed he is, how capable he is of unfurling completely beneath kirishima's ministrations. sometimes bakugou even begs, and god does he feel so powerful then, when he's got bakugou flat on his belly in their bed, naked as the day he was born and trembling just as much, a pink blush spreading evenly across his cheeks and down his neck, even reaching out to coat his ears in red.

his hips push back against kirishima's, insistent, trying to convey his desire with wordless anticipation. but kirishima would never let him get away with that. no bakugou has to use his words if he wants to be a good boy. after all, only good boys get his attention.

"p-please." kasuki whispers, the corners of his eyes leaking tears down hot cheeks, the gape of his mouth making drool run from the side of his mouth.

"please what?" asked kirishima, forcing him down with a hand on katsuki's back so his hips angle upward. his red eyes flashed darkly, consumed by lust and hunger, watching the way katsuki's thighs trembled, the way his cock leaked.

"please...let me come. please k-kirishima. I need to, n-need to. need to c-come." kirishima silenced him with a searing kiss, pulling his body flush against his.

"I dunno..." he whispered, raking back his crimson hair with a hand. his other hand found bakugou's throat, squeezing hard enough at the sides to make him gasp softly, cock twitching as he moaned at the feeling.

bakugou sniffled, a fat tear rolling down his cheek and catching against eijirou's tongue. "please..." he whispered, so soft kirishima barely heard it.

he shook like a leaf in the wind, all pink and soft and tearful. so different from the dynamight who has spent all day screaming, blasting, exploding. no, in their bed he didn't have to yell, didn't have to demand, didn't have to think.

"sure baby." kirishima whispered, moving his body like a rag doll as he positioned his hips. "when you beg so sweetly, how can I resist?"

the sheets beneath them were soaked— with drool, with tears, with cum, and it's nights like this kirishima realized maybe he really didn't mind doing laundry after all.

[ao3-deviance]

(Guess who's got a sinus infection? Man, fuck this noise. Have some pouty Kirishima, since last time I was sick I wrote sick Bakugou)

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Kirishima felt it as soon as he woke, before he even opened his eyes, and he groaned. 

"Eijirou?"

Bakugou, as usual, had probably been awake for at least an hour already, and he brought the smell of coffee with him when he entered the room. 

"You okay?"

"I'm getting sick, Katsuki," Kirishima whined. He felt Bakugou's familiar fingers brush against his forehead. 

"Oh?" 

"I can feel it in my throat," Kirishima complained, finally opening his eyes, squinting against both the morning light and the general brightness of his husband. "I won't be able to breathe tomorrow for the congestion. It's going to be horrible."

"Well then I better get some supplies today. What are you feeling?" 

"Congestion. Sore throat–" He sneezed, sudden and violent, and he groaned again. "Sneezing. Damn."

Bakugou hummed, leaning down to kiss his temple. "I'll do the shopping today. You rest."

"But Katsuki, I'm not sick yet. I just know it's going to happen," Kirishima argued, sitting up. "And we have a lot to do. Those insurance claim forms need to be submitted. I agreed to run a training class tomorrow after work. We're supposed to be having dinner with the squad on Thursday."

"I'll take care of the forms, and I'll find someone to cover the class for you. The squad can wait and see how you feel in two days; we can reschedule if you're not feeling up to it," Bakugou immediately handled his concerns. "None of that is the end of the world if you're not feeling well."

Kirishima pouted, sitting forlornly in the middle of their bed with the duvet wrapped around him. "I hate being sick," he mumbled. "Like, sick enough to not be working, but not so sick that I don't feel like I should be working." 

"That's cause you're a workaholic, babe," Bakugou chuckled. "We both are."

"I'm a hero, people count on me to be there! I can't just not show up!" 

"There are other heroes. It's fine if you take some time off," Bakugou said, handing him the mug of coffee. "Drink this. Now I'm going to go make us breakfast." He cupped Kirishima's pouting face. "One thing at a time, okay?" 

"Okay," Kirishima reluctantly agreed, and Bakugou rewarded him with a peck on his nose. "You're going to get sick yourself if you keep kissing me," Kirishima warned.

"I'll never stop," Bakugou argued, kissing his forehead, over his eyes, his cheeks. "Let those fucking germs try me. I'll explode them dead." 

Kirishima laughed, smiling for the first time that morning. Bakugou reflected it back. 

"There's my sunshine," Bakugou murmured, kissing Kirishima properly. "Good morning, Ei."

Despite it all, Kirishima agreed. It was still a good morning. 

[cau-lee-flower215]

help i lost a kiribaku fic that meant a lot to me- it was like a fast food au and kirishima flipped burgers and bakugo was a manager and aizawa was in charge and bakugo punched some karen and then he transferred locations and at the end he and kirishima kissed in the parking lot i think and it was on ao3- please does anyone know this fic i'm driving myself crazy-

[hon-ei]

fly me to the moon (in other words, hold my hand)

“It was a dumb fucking move, I know,” Bakugou huffs. He crosses his arms and throws his feet up onto the table in a swift move. “Bitch, you don’t have to rub it in.”

“You should write a book.” Uraraka isn’t even gracing him with a look, choosing to examine her nails instead. Deadpan, she continues, “How to lose a man in five syllables or less.”

Next to them, Midoriya snickers.

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or, prince kirishima eijirou and prince bakugou katsuki have been betrothed since they were kids. their parents, in all their earnesty, make them spend the summer together every four years in the hopes that they will fall in love along the way—unfortunately for them, matters of the heart are never that easy.

a swan princess (1994) inspired au.

read on ao3

[schniggles]

Children, Behave (39258 words) by Schnikeys Chapters: 7/15 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Family, Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, juvenile delinquents, POV Third Person Limited, Alternate Universe - Canon, BnHA Manga-Compliant, Strangers to Friends, Kirishima Eijirou Wears Crocs, Identity Reveal, Police Misconduct, Kirishima Eijirou Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Betaed, Don’t copy to another site, POV Kirishima Eijirou, Suspense

Chapter title: Recombinant Buddy

Chapter summary: Kirishima Eijirō interacts with some adults who think he’s an upstanding young man, some adults who think he’s an embarrassment to his parents, some adults who think he’s an adorable little goth, and some adults whom he’d much, much rather have no idea who he is.

Chapter notes: Contents include police misconduct, legally-permitted repression of civic engagement, culturally sanctioned child abuse, nerdlings who do schoolwork together for fun, therapeutic smashing, organized crime, and HARDCORE PUNK!!!

(Updates Mondays! The link may work a little oddly because it's archive-locked. If necessary, go to my author page first.)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Third Year Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Headaches & Migraines, Head On Lap, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Pining, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cute Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is Good at Taking Care of Bakugou Katsuki, it's his turn to be the caretaker /aff Series: Part 4 of krbkcuddles week (2024) Summary:

Deku beams, skirting around Bakugou who realizes he’s still standing aimlessly in the doorway. He takes a big step to the side, responding to his departure and cheery, "Night, Kacchan!” with a middle finger.

It’s just him and Kirishima now, standing in the common room near the emergency stairs.

His warm voice cuts through the silence. “You came down for some water right?” He smiles and gestures for him to follow. Bakugou narrows his eyes. “Come on. There should be some chilled ones left in the fridge. Is your migraine bothering you?”

[redbirb]

the way you talk with your lips

Fandom: BNHA | MHA Pairing: BKKR & KRBK | Bakugo/Kirishima Rated T: SFW w/ mild sexual tension, mostly romantic fluff & hurt/comfort, 3rd year au, kissing + intimacy, second-hand embarrassment for bakugo, for lots of kissing, also embarrassed bakugo, mina is a good friend, light angst w/ a happy ending

Also found on ao3.

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Bakugo Katsuki is good at everything.

Until he isn’t, but nobody tells him that, not at first. And by nobody that would be his bestfriend, former crush, current boyfriend of two years, Kirishima Eijiro.

It took a lot of dancing and pining before the two got together. Eijiro had to do most of the heavy emotional lifting to get to the mutual confessions, but it had been worth it to get to now, to holding hands and kissing each other in quiet moments between class and school work.

Eijiro prided himself on honesty and open communication, navigating the hardships of any relationship with care and patience. He's cracked Katsuki's tough shell, carving himself a door to knock on when things get rough so he could be let in.

But how do you tell your boyfriend he absolutely sucks at kissing?

He endures it for two years before the sturdy hero crumbles and confesses to Mina, the only person he trusts not to blow up and tell everybody (not Kaminari who can't keep a secret to save his life).

She loses her shit, and rightfully so.

Eijiro waits her out, sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching her roll with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes before it smears her eyeliner. He sighs, chin in hand, elbow on knee, patient.

"B-Bakugo can't ki-kiss?!"

"Shh! Not so loud! The walls aren't that thick, Mina," he complains in a hushed tone. He knows he'll be in big trouble if anyone were to overhear; the idea of Sero and Denki's taunting alone has him frowning.

"I can't believe this. Am I in a fever dream?"

Eijiro wishes.

"It's not that he can't kiss," Eijiro stresses, because of course Katsuki knew how to give gentle kisses against his temple on bad days or soft presses of lips on aching hands," it's just when things get... heated he loses it a little."

Mina finally settles, pink hair a mess.

“What do you mean by that?”

He lets out a frustrated whine, falling back to sprawl against the bed. "He doesn't know how to, like, use his tongue? He gets really into it, but he doesn't know how to make it good. It's really sloppy and just... I don't know. I feel bad saying it."

Eijiro didn't really care, not when he got to fall asleep next to his boyfriend every night, not when their dates were filled with laughter and sweet, whispered words.

He didn't need their makeouts to make his toes curl and leave him shivering. He just wanted the intimacy.

“You look like a kicked puppy.”

He groans, scrubbing his hands down his face. “You’re not helping. You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Honey, why don’t you suck it up and tell him?”

“Because he’ll never talk to me again if I do. You know how Katsuki can be…”

Temperamental. Private. Prideful.

And very much in love with Eijiro as much as Eijiro was in love with him. It feels like a low blow, it shouldn't make him yearn the way he does. But how much happier would he and Katsuki be if they both knew what they were doing?

"You could teach him," Mina suggests. "If you sit him down and talk to him, give him a day to stew about it, then show him what you want."

He supposes that's true, easy enough. So why is he so scared he's about to mess up everything by being greedy?

"How do I tell my boyfriend he's a lousy kisser when he doesn't like to admit he's bad at anything?"

A sound, something hard hitting the ground, the flap of paper. Eijiro looks up, heart dropping down into his stomach.

Because Katsuki is looking at him with heartbroken eyes.

Shit. Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, and more shit.

"I-I, what are you doing here?"

Smooth. Eijiro wanted to bash his head against the wall, unhardened. Katsuki's eyes were shining rubies, beautiful and sad, and full of emotion, but hurt being the most prominent.

His focus shifts to the magazine that's been dropped to the floor. It's a fitness book, they'd been talking about getting new weights, Eijiro could use a new punching bag, something custom made with a Red Riot logo perhaps.

Now he feels even more like an ass.

By the time he looks back up, Katsuki's gaze has sharpened, no longer vulnerable. His walls were up, ruby eyes turned into broken glass, threatening to tear Eijiro open, laid bare and wounded just as Katsuki had been.

They searched, burned, questioned.

Then Mina moved, reminding them both that she was here, and they were having a staring contest in her room. Awkward.

“Ahem. Mom, Dad, I know you’re fighting but—”

“Oh fuck off!”

Katsuki shouts and quickly turns on his heel, the door slamming right after him, rattling the walls with echoes of his frustration.

Eijiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Shit."

“Well that could’ve gone better.”

"Mina," he whines, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his face, hoping to suffocate himself.

He can't see her roll her eyes, but he feels another pillow being thrown at him, landing on his chest. "Quit being a baby and go talk to your boyfriend like a manly man, or whatever it is you need to convince yourself to get off my bed."

Eijiro huffs, but does as he's told, getting up and slinking out of his friend's room. Apprehensively, he finds himself outside of Katsuki's dorm room, wringing the forgotten magazine in his hands. He finds the courage to knock, firm enough to be heard.

“Katsuki?”

He waits. After a minute he thinks he's being shut out, that he should give his boyfriend time to mope and seethe.

Then the door is ripped open, Katsuki's angry face greeting him with bared teeth. "What? Are you done humiliating me?"

“I wasn’t—”

"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki hisses, grabbing the front of Eijiro's shirt, pulling him forcibly inside the room, slamming the door then his body against it.

It’s another moment of intense eye contact.

Katsuki's nostrils flare as he attempts a breathing exercise, trying to keep himself from exploding. It's cute, as cute as a raging bull can be.

Eijiro can wait for him. He’s done it countless times before, giving his explosive boyfriend silent support.

The struggle is plain across Katsuki’s face. Eventually he calms down, slowly like a deflating balloon; hunched shoulders relax, the wrinkle in his brows smooth over, even his mouth softens.

Forehead meets shoulder, defeated. “I thought you liked kissing me.”

It's heartbreakingly melancholic. Eijiro wants to kiss the sadness away, but it'll take more than that to mend the hurt ego of his boyfriend.

"I do, I like kissing you a lot! It's just... how you kiss sometimes just—," he bites his lip, unsure.

There's a puff of hot breath at his shoulder, he can feel it through the cotton of his shirt. Katsuki lifts his head to look at him dead on. “Talk clearly, dumbass.”

"You're really sloppy!" He blurts out before he can back out. He's committed to being honest, that's what Katsuki is asking of him. The guilt is still there, tugging with greedy hands, worse when seeing his boyfriend's gobsmacked face.

"Hah!? What the fuck, Ei?"

"Look just— you said talk so just listen okay?" He points to the bed, earning a huff and small shove.

There's grumbling and shuffling, but eventually they're sitting on the bed, facing each other. Eijiro nervously presses his palms against his knees, taking a deep breath.

"I love kissing you. It's, like, my favorite thing to do! Your lips are so soft and your hands are so warm—"

“Fucking— damnit Ei, get to the point!”

Flustered, Katsuki also presses his hands against his knees, trying to wipe the nervous sweat away. He licks his lips, self-conscious.

Eijiro gives him mercy, reigning in the sappiness for now.

“You get too… excited. Like the way you use your tongue is, I don’t know, too much. If you’d just slow down maybe?”

Katsuki growls, frustrated. Was he using too much tongue? Was he too aggressive when they kissed?

"You never said anything before," he mumbles. Did he use too much teeth? No, he figured that one out after their first kiss.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

“And telling Pinkie wasn’t?”

“I needed advice!”

They grow quiet again. Eventually Katsuki reaches out, grabbing one of Eijiro's hands tightly. He pulls, pulls until his boyfriend falls into his lap. With arms tightly wound around a familiar waist, Katsuki can finally breathe.

“Then show me. Show me how you want me to do it.”

Eijiro is very aware of his position, the way he's straddling his boyfriend, hands resting on strong shoulders. Manly, he can’t help thinking.

He's hesitant at first, scrutinized under Katsuki's penetrating gaze. He feels seen through, and the glimmer in those eyes challenges him, dares him to put his money where his mouth is.

Or rather his kissing skills where his mouth is.

Fingers fit along Katsuki's jaw, making him shiver. Trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest, he stares up. Eijiro's hair is down, soft strands of red tickling his cheeks. He has half a thought to move his hands, to pull hips closer or run a hand through that hair. He doesn’t, trying to give his boyfriend the reins.

It's hard, he's used to taking the lead, but maybe that's the problem. Eijiro needs to lead, to take, and the idea is a turn on if he were honest with anyone besides his thoughts.

"Ei," he murmurs in encouragement, skin buzzing with anticipation the longer he has to wait.

And Eijiro, damn him, smiles. It's unfair how he steals Katsuki's breath away with little effort, keeping the explosive blond hopelessly in love.

Finally, Eijiro leans in, head tilting to fit their lips together. It's soft, softer than their first kiss, and it sends pleasure and happiness through Katsuki like lightning.

He can't help the way his hands grasp at the back of Eijiro's shirt, or the hushed groan that leaves his lips. There's just something about having Ei's weight on him, hands touching him gently, the careful way they slot together like puzzle pieces.

It's that moment in the romance novels he secretly reads, the one that says 'Oh, you're the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and I'm an asteroid caught in your orbit, ready to collide with you.'

Katsuki will be happy to experience it again and again, forever.

But he has to focus, figure out what he's lacking, and how he can love Eijiro better. No way is he missing out on anything, eyes closed, but trying not to get lost in it like he usually does.

The first slide of tongue is hot and slow, unhurried, almost like it's making love to his mouth. Katsuki moans, shifts the weight in his lap, trying to press closer somehow.

It's not enough, it's never enough when it comes to Eijiro unless he's pinning the other boy down—

Lips break apart with a wet 'smek!' and Katsuki growls in annoyance as he opens his eyes. Somehow Eijiro is under him, hair splayed out looking up at him in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Their hips are flush together, Katsuki can feel heat spreading from head to toe.

“Katsuki.” Eijiro is laughing.

He can feel his face burn up worse than his quirk. "Fuck, I didn't..."

"You always do this. You get so—" Eijiro rolls his eyes, but his smile holds no malice. It makes Katsuki want to kiss him again. "I love you."

And there goes his heart, melting like a popsicle under the heat of the sun, or maybe a warm mouth like Eijiro's.

He swallows harshly, leaning in again, but a hand covering his mouth stops him. He opens his eyes, forgets ever closing them, to see Eijiro grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it.

“Nope. I’m cutting you off.”

He tries to say something, muffled by the palm. He growls, moving until he can get into a position to bite.

"Hey!" The hand flies back, a pout replacing the wild smile. "You didn't even say it back, jerk."

“You want me to say it?”

It's Katsuki's turn to grin, one hand sliding up Eijiro's shirt, fingers dancing along exposed skin. It has the desired effect, the body beneath him squirming instantly, trapped and unable to escape the revenge. He pairs the tickling with gentle bites along his boyfriend's neck as Eijiro fights in his hold. There's laughter, some pleading, and when Katsuki thinks he's had enough, he pulls back. He takes another long look, taking in flushed cheeks, messy hair and a panting mouth.

The grin softens into a smile. "Fucking love you," it's a whisper, like a secret, reminding Ei that these words were meant for him and him alone. A grunt, impatient, follows. "Now can I fucking kiss you?"

Eijiro laughs with a nod, settling down as lips skim across his cheek. Katsuki tries on his own this time, starting the kiss slow, applying the short lesson he allowed Eijiro to give. He molds their lips together carefully, imitating Eijiro. Slowly he inches his tongue in to join, flicking it across pointed teeth teasingly. Pride swells in his chest when Ei moans, hands moving to comb through soft blonde hair.

Katsuki presses forward, reminding himself to go slow. Eijiro deserves the effort, the time it takes to break him down into a blissed out mess. He continues licking, then pulling back to initiate another kiss in the same slow manner. Everything grows hotter, deeper.

Eijiro keeps making these pleased little noises: hums, groans, even a few gasps when Katsuki adds a little nip. And Katsuki understands now why his boyfriend felt a little underwhelmed. There's something about the slowness that makes things more intense, more intimate.

When they finally part again, they need a minute to catch their breaths. Katsuki's lungs are filled with awe at the glazed look in Eijiro's eyes, the way his boyfriend is relaxed in the bedsheets.

Katsuki is no longer an asteroid, he's a comet crashing and burning with love.

"Ha," he says the second he can breathe again," I'm the fucking best."

He's not offended by Eijiro's laugh for long, not when he's pulled back in for another kiss. Because Bakugo Katsuki is a fast learner, and he refuses to be bad at anything, especially loving Kirishima Eijiro.

[seventypercentvodka-writes]

KRBK FIC ON AO3

Happily ever after

By seventypercentvodka on ao3

Summary:

Bakugou didn't ask for a stupid villain,

he didn't ask for a kid,

and he DEFINETLY didn't ask to be stuck in a fucking faiytale.

So, I thought it was about time I uploaded this one here.

Most couples are already stablished but you guys can vote for your favorite and I might add it as well 💕

You can comment suggestions too!

[tobswrites]

Writing a Kiribaku Fantasy Au Fic...let's see if I actually go through with it....

[shadowolffie]

Okie dokie, it’s crack fic time!

KiriBaku in the world of Red Dead Redemption 2. Two of my biggest obsessions, I had to try my hand to smash them together.

Writing snippet of some of the story below! Let me know if it’s worth continuing to share!

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The Bakugo’s were rich.

Like filthy rich. Like, the kind of rich that their only son, Katsuki, would never have to truly work a hard day in his life.

His fathers family owned a good chunk of the railroad system but it was his mother, who came from the cutthroat fashion industry, that was the real ruthless brains behind the operation. Through cold calculation, (and minor bribing or blackmail), she had steered her husband to buy up nearly all of the competition, making them the sole transportation conglomerate in the lower half of the known states. No one moved product or rode a train without them getting a cut.

They lived in a huge house in Saint Denis, enjoying servants, fresh foods, rich clothing, fine horse breeds, and the latest in technological advancements, the luxuries only an option to the few that could afford them. Everyone in town and the surrounding counties knew who they were; they were respected, envied, feared, loved, and hated.

In hindsight, a privilege he definitely took advantage of, and probably something he should have taken a little more seriously.

Out drinking with acquaintances (because he didn’t have friends) at an upscale bar, having drank too much, Bakugo got in an argument over accusations of cheating at cards with one of the other boys. With his known hair trigger temper only enhanced with liquor, it quickly escalated to a full scale fist fight and both were kicked from the establishment for the rest of the night.

Bruised and seething, he stomped through the darkened nighttime streets towards another bar down the way when the heavy bitter scent of horse, sweat, and cigarettes flooded his nose a moment before a crack across the back of his head and everything went dark.

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The first thing Katsuki realized as he came around was that with every footfall of his horse, his head throbbed in pain. Groaning he gripped with his thighs to not flop directly off the beast as he blinked owlishly at the bright sunlight filtering through the trees. The mix of that and chipper birdsong assaulted his pounding head and watery eyes, further muddling his broken thoughts.

Instinctively he went to bring his hands up to his face to wipe the sweat matted hair from his eyes, but his hands were yanked to a stop. Frowning he glanced down and realized he was tied tightly at the wrists and around his waist then secured to the saddle horn. The familiar weight of his pistol was gone from his hip as well. Actually, upon a quick inventory inspection, he was stripped bare save his thin undershirt and pants. Even his feet were naked, boots and socks gone.

What the fuck?

Blinking some of the fuzz from his brain, both a mixture of a nasty hangover and being clocked in the head, he glanced around at the two scruffy men riding alongside him then at the back of the one leading his horse. He didn’t recognize any of them.

Shit.

Had… had he been kidnapped?!

“Ah, good t’see yer awake sleeping beauty,” the man to his right chuckled, weathered face pulled back into a nasty grin. “Here we were afraid that Tenshaw here whacked ya too hard and scrambled your brains fer good and lost us our ransom.”

“Fuck off,” came Katsuki’s automatic groan, wincing at the throbbing of his brain that speaking racked up. “And tell Tenshaw he hits like a bitch.”

A cigarette raspy laugh wheezed from the kidnapper. “Ha ha! A feisty little spitfuck ain’t cha. Hear that Tenshaw? You hit like a bitch!”

The man leading his horse just turned in his saddle to spit out a wad of tobacco in Katsuki’s direction. “And you whine like one. Shut your whore mouth.”

As if.

“Ha, like a whore, you have to pay extra for that. You all are gonna hang and I’ll make sure to piss on your corpses. Do you have any idea who the fuck I am? My parents have connections beyond–”

“Of course we know who fuckin’ spawned you; you’re the Bakugo brat, the only one they bothered popping out. Which means your parents will pay handsomely to get their one and only heir back. Unscathed and unaltered,” was added with a pointed look, a dark glint in Tenshaw’s gaze.

Katsuki just snorted and rolled his eyes, not intimidated in the least. “Tch, you’re seriously threatening to cut my balls off? How fucking original. All it’s gonna do is prove they’re bigger than yours.”

That sent the talkative one into a cackling fit, and earned another death glare from Tenshaw. “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, spitfuck, or it’s gonna get you in trouble.”

“And you can go fuck yourself raw on that fence post back there–”

The butt of a gun cracked across his jaw so hard that as he careened sideways in the bindings securing him to the saddle, he felt his horse stumble to keep its balance. Spots danced in his vision as he gasped, the metallic tang of copper filling his mouth. The inside of his cheek had been sliced open on his teeth and a bruise was already blooming from the force of the blow.

Defiantly he spat a huck of blood back at the cowboy on his left and instantly received a harsh first to the side of his already aching jaw as punishment. His head swam as he was once again rocked in his saddle. Reflexively, he sucked in air from the absolute throbbing of his skull but managed to hold in the whimper of pain.

“Biki, you kill him, I’ll kill you,” Tenshaw snapped over his shoulder but didn’t make any other move to intervene.

“Tenshaw said to be quiet, so quiet you’ll be,” Biki, the one on Katsuki’s left who had been silent up until this moment, reiterated as he tucked the shotgun back against his shoulder with his knuckle split hand.

“You hit better than Tenshaw at least,” Katsuki grumbled back, unable to tamper down the need to have the last word, but begrudgingly took the hint to shut the fuck up after that.

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They rode hard, pushing the horses at a steady lope as they worked to put distance between them and Saint Denis. Katsuki knew the area enough to be aware that they were nearing Rhodes (how long had he been out?!) and sticking close to the shoreline to avoid main roads and attention. If he was taken out of Lemoyne county, his chances of being rescued drastically slimmed. He had to act, somehow.

“I need to piss,” he suddenly spoke up.

“Then piss,” Tenshaw responded uncaringly.

“And then have to sit in it? Hell no, I’m not an animal,” Katsuki griped with a disgusted wrinkle of his nose.

“Ain’t my saddle, deal with it bitching beauty.”

Katsuki inhaled in a breath to interrupt the scathing retort that sprang to his tongue as a default and instead tried to be tactful. “Alright, look asshole, I’ve honestly been an upstanding kidnapee so far. I haven’t been sobbing my eyes out uncontrollably or constantly begging for freedom, or generally making a lot of fuss. Just a little back talk, which honestly, I feel is deserved considering the circumstances. So. To keep me in this fucking chipper and compliant mood, I don’t think stopping for five minutes so I can piss in peace is a lot to ask for.”

“Hmm, he does have a point Ten,” the chatty one hummed.

Tenshaw just grunted.

But mercifully, a while later they came to a heavily wooded dip in the earth and Tenshaw led the group down into the thicket before flicking a hand towards the blonde. “Skeet, untie the spitfuck and let him piss. You have three minutes,” he added with a scowl towards Katsuki.

The chatty one, Skeet, leaned over to untie the rope knotted at the back of the saddle that held him secure then grabbed under Katsuki’s knee and yanked up hard, flipping him from the saddle with a startled yelp. His still horn attached wrists were the only thing that jerked him upright, keeping him from straight up eating dirt face first.

Growling at Skeet’s snigger of amusement, Katsuki found his feet to right himself then glared at the other male over the back of the animal. “Gonna get the hands too or you gonna drop my pants and hold my dick for me, you perv?”

“Skeet quit fuckin’ around, I wanna get back on the road,” Tenshaw snapped as Biki simply lit up a cigarette to watch the exchange boredly.

Skeet rolled his eyes but whipped out a knife to slice the bonds to the saddle horn. Still tied together but free from the horse at last.

“Try anything funny and you’ll get a bullet,” Biki deadpanned as the cha-chuck of a shell loading into a shotgun chamber sounded menacingly behind him.

“Yeah yeah, Jesus, just let me fucking pee,” Katsuki groused as he stumbled saddle sore legs towards a tree to turn his back and gratefully relieve his bladder, his mind running a mile a minute as he felt Biki’s gaze weigh heavy between his shoulder blades.

All of the horses were secured so that wasn’t an option. Though barefoot, his best chance was to run for it and hope Biki’s aim wasn’t the best in this heavily forested area and that gun fire would draw attention. Once he got to Rhodes and the sheriff office there, he’d be golden. Nevermind the fact that he actually had no idea how far he was from Rhodes, but he had to try.

Rough plan of action in mind, he finished up and turned to head back towards his horse. He stepped his foot into the stirrup and made to reach towards the horn to swing on, before suddenly twisting to instead smack his horse hard on the rump and pushing off of the startled beast to book it into the trees.

A chain of events rapidly played out. With a squeal his horse lashed out with its hind legs at Skeet’s mount at the sudden smack, which instinctively shied sideways to bodycheck into Biki’s horse just as he shot. The firearm roared as a bullet zinged into tree bark a few inches above Katsuki’s shoulder as swearing and chaos erupted from the three kidnappers.

“Don’t kill him you fucking moron! Get him, just leave him alive!”

Heart pounding, adrenaline lent speed to his bare feet as he crashed through the dense underbrush. Brambles and branches scratched and grabbed at skin and tore clothing as he bolted towards what he prayed was the direction of a main road. He heard the stuttering pounding of hoofbeats behind him, but thankfully in this thick of wood they weren’t able to rush after him as quickly as they’d like.

He dove over a fallen log just as another bullet whizzed off the bark at knee level. With his shoulder ducked as he hit the earth, he rolled smoothly back to his feet to continue to run. Who would have thought that parkouring all over the back alleyways and housetops of Saint Denis with some of the common street brats would actually be a useful pastime?

Suddenly, amidst the anxiety fueled fleeing, he noticed a spot where the trees thinned and an obvious pair of parallel dirt tracks tore into the earth from carts and wagons and horse hooves alike. Thank fuck, the road!

As he bolted towards it however, Katsuki was quickly realizing he couldn’t outrun them for long on open ground. His only chance was to maybe find a tree to climb and hope they drew enough attention to warrant investigation. If he could just somehow manage to do so with his wrists tied–

“Hyck!” tore from his lips as something snapped around his neck, yanking him off his feet and heavily onto his back, knocking his breath from his chest. Dragged through dirt and grass, he clawed desperately at the braided rawhide cruelly cinching around his throat, convulsing, choking, at the crushing of his windpipe and lack of oxygen.

“Thought you’d be slick, huh little spitfuck,” Tenshaw snarled as he backed his horse up to reel in his catch towards a waiting Biki, who was gleefully watching Katsuki’s face redden as he panic thrashed for air. “Nice try you slippery little shit.”

Another blow to his already abused head had Katsuki blacking out once more.