#krbk fic

[wasabi-gumdrop]

neon glory squad 💖

[kitkatrix]

Bakugou has nicknames for people. He calls Ashido "Raccoon Eyes", Todoroki "Icy Hot"–

And Kirishima "Shitty Hair".

This is all normal until Kiri and Baku start dating and Kaminari calls him out for it. "Dude, it's not nice to call your boyfriend a 'shithead'."

Bakugou stares, "The fuck are you talking about?"

"Kirishima is your partner, right? So maybe you should call him something... I dunno, affectionate?"

"I do."

"Oh yeah? Name one thing you call Kirishima that isn't an insult."

Bakugou opens his mouth and is cut off by the redhead's voice.

"Hey bros, what's happenin'?" Kirishima jumps over the sofa and lands next to Bakugou, putting an arm around his shoulder, "Anything I miss?"

Kaminari sighs, "I'm telling your boyfriend here that the pet names he gives you are mean! How do they not bother you?"

Kiri blinks, "Because I do the same thing?"

Kaminari tilts his head and Kirishima nuzzles the side of Bakugou's face with his nose, his voice tilting into a childish tone, "He's my widdle bitch."

"Fuck off, bastard." Bakugou shoves at Kirishima halfheartedly but can't hide the smile that makes its way onto his lips. "You're so clingy."

"You love it," Kiri murmurs and kisses his cheek before bouncing up, going towards the kitchen, "and you love me."

"Choke."

"Later." He winks, "And I love you too, asshole." Kirishima blows him a kiss and walks off.

Kaminari is stunned speechless watching the interaction. It isn't normal behavior for two people that are in a relationship to call each other degrading names.

Then again, this is Kirishima and Bakugou. They're the furthest thing from normal.

And he realizes there's nothing wrong with that.

[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]

[not-some-background-noise]

guys we did it

BOYS DON’T CRY IS FINALLY COMPLETE

no we’re not crying

here’s the link to the last chapter⬆️

now you have no excuses, we want to know what you think!

@likelytowritesomestuff

[real-life-cloud]

a collab i did with @animlcrisscross for KRBK Month ‼️

you can read the lovely little fic i based this off of right → here

[heyitsspaceace]

in honor of mha ending im coming out as a day one krbk fan. missing them a lot lately, missing the old days of them being the most popular ship. shout out my boys

[jade-of-mourning]

“If they’re going to ruin your life, then you might as well run for as long as you can. It’s like dying — no one can stop it, but why rush?”

(or, the fic that altered my brain chemistry at least a little bit)

[vonabel]

Katsuki was cruel for many years. A textbook dickhead, and still, Eijiro stuck around. He was kind, always greeted him with a smile and those pretty eyes. Sometime during their last year of school, the flip had switched. And Eijiro started coming to find Katsuki after everyone else went to bed. Always so soft in the moonlight, hair loose over his shoulders and grinning at Katsuki through the crack in the door, asking if he could come in.

Back then, they hadn't really been anything yet. Stuck in a limbo between friends and something more, too scared to ask for any sort of clarification. Sharing secret kisses and exploring their bodies. Learning what made themselves tick, what made each other tick. Eijiro opened Katsuki up, made him feel whole.

After graduation, they went their own ways for a long time. Sure, they met up with the rest of the clown posse at a bar for drinks or Denki's place for a side of privacy with their drinks. And Eijiro always sat next to him, curled his fingers into the fabric at Katsuki's knee and grinned. But they never went home together. It wasn't like it had been before, Katsuki didn't get the privilege of watching Eijiro fall apart on him, and he wasn't lucky enough to wake up in bed with him.

Katsuki waited for the day that Eijiro didn't hold him by the knee anymore. He waited for the day that Eijiro would grin with that pretty, pink flush over his cheeks and say, “I met someone.”

He waits for years and years. With bated breath and a heart prepared to be broken, he waited for Eijiro to stop waiting. Someone has to at some point, but Katsuki won't be the one.

He's twenty four now. Too tired for his age, he thinks. Not worn down, but aching, and still so angry. Angry that he's so goddamn lonely. Angry that he's losing his hearing, angry that he still isn't better. He knows he could text him, tell him to come by. And Eijiro would, and he would kiss him at the door. And they'd undress each other right there in the living room, too excited to make it all the way to the bedroom.

He doesn't really know what's stopping them, what that barrier between them is. He thinks it's just because it's been so long, it occurred naturally after being so busy right out of high school.

Katsuki doesn't regret anything ever. But he regrets this.

He texts Eijiro. Eijiro says he'll be there in fifteen.

And he wonders, briefly, if this is a mistake. If maybe Eijiro doesn't want this anymore, doesn't want him. He wonders if he will regret this later, tomorrow or maybe a few days down the line. But then the knock on his door comes. And Eijiro is there, with loose hair and a toothy grin that practically sparkles in the moonlight.

“Can I come in?”

When the door shuts behind him, they're quiet for a moment. Standing too close in the small space of Katsuki's genkan. He can smell the shampoo in Eijiro's hair.

Katsuki doesn't say he missed him, he doesn't say he loves him. He kisses him instead, and Eijiro sighs into it, like he's been waiting, too, for Katsuki to say he's done waiting.

And Katsuki thinks that maybe neither one of them would've stopped.

[sedibeditedi]

Thank you to Punks Not Dead for reigniting my love for krbk

[eggsdrawings]

food critic falls hard for red-haired chef

it’s officially posting day for the @qpkrbkzine 💗

i had the pleasure of working with @drifting-manatee on her fic Taste, which is now on AO3! in her own words, “Katsuki and Eijirou share stories, memories and something deeper- one meal at a time.” please give it some love!

[rotisseries]

I’m sorry but the bakudeku in this season truly is bananas. like why did they write this. ‘bakugo katsuki. if there’s just one thing I’m interested in about you, it’s that you’re the person closest to midoriya izuku right now. in that case, he’ll definitely come back here.’ ‘I have to win…right, izuku?’ ‘my whole body hurts. fighting while in pain, trying to spot the enemy’s tells…you already went through all this, didn’t you? hey, izuku…can I still catch up to you?’ bakugou having deku flashbacks MID-BATTLE. the all might card. deku looking like THIS when bakugou was injured:

and getting so angry that his eyes started GLOWING and mirio had to calm him down like ‘HE’S GETTING MEDICAL ATTENTION PLEASE STOP SHAKING THE EARTH WITH YOUR RAGE.’ and I’m not even finished the season yet what is going on!!!!

IM AWAREEEEEEE

[wasabi-gumdrop]

working on some character designs for neon glory 🤭

[kitkatrix]

CW:// KRBK, SFW, Feeling Realization, Confession, First Kiss

Sunlight streams through the window. The birds from the nest right outside chirp loudly, happy for the day to start.

Bakugou is the complete opposite.

Contrary to popular belief, even with him going to sleep early, Bakugou is not a morning person. He needs at least a good twenty minutes of sitting on the edge of his bed, wiping the crust from his eyes and letting his brain activate before he begins to prepare for the day.

It's the weekend though. His alarm is set for later on Saturdays and Sundays, trying to get at least another hour in before his door is blasted open by his gaggle of ‘friends’.

Most of the time it's Kirishima, already dressed and awake, telling Bakugou they're going to do something so they aren't inside all day.

However, this morning is different.

Bakugou's eyes slide open, taking in the warmth surrounding him. The smell of strawberry shampoo and sound of snores pulls his gaze towards the man in his bed.

Kirishima had fallen asleep in his room last night. It wasn't intentional. They had stayed up watching a new documentary about Crimson Riot and then talked for hours after the fact until they fell asleep.

Waking up in Kirishima's arms wasn't part of the plan, but Bakugou really isn't in the mood to complain. Kirishima is comfortable. Although Bakugou is sweating under his shirt, he doesn't want to move.

He takes the time to study Kirishima. He's never been up this close. His eyelashes fan his cheeks, mouth slightly parted to show the tips of his sharp teeth. A piece of his hair blows from his face each time he exhales only for it to be sucked back toward his lips when he breathes in.

The skip in his heart and the hitch of his breath catches him off guard, but only for a moment. It isn't some dramatic shout in his head or butterflies exploding in droves in his stomach.

It's watching the flutter of Kirishima's eyes opening when Bakugou breathes out a small, “Oh.”

Kirishima's lip quirk into a sleepy smile. “Oh?”

“Mhm,” Bakugou raises his hand and tucks that pesky strand behind Kirishima's ear, “Just realizing that I'm in love with you, is all.”

He expects to see shock cover Kirishima's face. Instead, his smile grows wider and he cups the nape of Bakugou's neck. “Took ya long enough,” His nose brushes Bakugou's, “Now, would it be okay to finally kiss you?”

Finally. Kirishima has waited for him. Bakugou snorts and leans in a fraction more, letting his eyes slide shut. “It better be worth it with your nasty morning breath.”

…

It is.

[rashoumon-homo]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Hi y’all! This post will be a masterlist of the AO3 links to the various Kinktober writing pieces I’ll be putting out.

As a reminder, if you want to join the taglist for the event, you can at any point during the month! Here’s the link for that. ♡ ♡ ♡

Days 1-11 - Something Red Ship - KiriBakuDeku [Prompts are different for each chapter] ⟶ Chapter 1 - Accidental Voyeurism + Masturbation ⟶ Chapter 2 - Outdoor Sex + Primal Kink + Frottage ⟶ Chapter 3 - Teratophilia ⟶ Chapter 4 - Cockwarming + Somnophilia ⟶ Chapter 5 - Bondage + Collaring ⟶ Chapter 6 - Threesome + Spitroasting

Day 13 - I Want You Ship - BakuDeku Prompts - Praise Kink + Power Bottom

Day 15 - Old Bay Ship - Soukoku Prompts - Role Reversal + Lingerie

Day 17 - 5 times Kirishima made you feel manly and 1 time you returned the favor

Ship - Kirishima x Reader

Prompts - Reader Insert + Transmasc

Day 19 - Butt Stuff Ship - Solo Bakugou Prompts - Hands Free/Prostate

Day 21 - Daddy’s Got You Ship - KiriBaku Prompts - Daddy Kink

Day 23 - Ice Cold Ship - Seroroki Prompts - Temperature Play + Blindfold

Day 25 - Jeans! Ship - Solo Bakugou Prompts - Accidental Stimulation + Semi-Public

Day 27 - My Dearest Ranpo Ship - Ranpoe Prompts - Omegaverse

Day 29 - Double Dog Dare Ship - KiriBaku Prompts - Pet Play + Watersports

Day 31 - Submissive and Breedable Ship - Soukoku and Shin Soukoku Prompts - Exhibitionism + Orgy

♡ ♡ ♡

And here is the schedule, but prettier

**slightly inaccurate now**

Taglist: @little-miss-chaoss @catmelonwriting @sakui1 @weirdoisweird

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me and @likelytowritesomestuff finally posting a new chapter (ch 14) of Boys Don’t Cry after six months of hiatus

BUT NOW WE’RE BACK BABY

NEW CHAPTER EVERY WEEK LETS GO

(to understand better ch 14 go read A Feeling Warmer Than Sun In July because it starts right where we left off)

((ps can’t wait for your comments @rejectscanon <3))

[burningablaze]

Bakugou x Kirishima - Late Night Antics

Summary: Bakugou had a nightmare and Kirishima tickles him to cheer him up

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Kirishima

Words: 1,020

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Bakugou had no idea where he was. It was cold and dark. The environment was frigid and pitch black, making it impossible for him to see his own breath. Suddenly a circle of bright light beamed over him. He looked around but everything around him was still black.

Another beam of light flashed several feet across him. A figure was standing in the circle, he was tall, wearing a business suit, and he seemed to be looking down. Bakugou was confused and demanded to know answers.

“Hey! Where the hell am I?!” Bakugou shouted. The figure did nothing at first for a solid few seconds. Then, the figure lifted his head. Bakugou’s eyes widened and felt a chill in his spine. The figure didn’t had a face except for his teeth. He had a cheshire smile that made Bakugou shivered. “What the hell are you?” Bakugou whispered under his breath.

Suddenly the figure glitched and disappeared. Bakugou gasped and looked around to see where he went. “Face me, coward!” Bakugou yelled. Out of nowhere, the faceless figure appeared and placed his hands on the sides of Bakugou’s face. He screamed in painful agony as he fell to his knees. The figure smiled widely. “It’ll be over soon,” It said.

Bakugou used his quirk to blow away the figure then quickly woke up in a dark room with cold sweat and breathed heavily.

Bakugou had just experienced a nightmare that left him shaken. The faceless figure with the creepy grin had really gotten to him. Kirishima slowly woke up next to Bakugou. “Bakugou, why are you awake?” He asked tiredly.

Bakugou sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Just had a nightmare,” He muttered. Kirishima sat up and looked at him with concern. “You okay?” He asked. Bakugou nodded, still feeling a bit shaken by the vivid dream. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. “Just a dream,” He muttered to himself. “Just a stupid dream.”

“Katsuki, I don’t want you to think I’m making you feel weak by talking to me. It’s important and I told you multiple times about it.” Bakugou sighed. “Yeah, I know.” Kirishima put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “You know I’m here for you, man. You don’t have to go through everything alone.” Bakugou gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I know that too.” He appreciated Kirishima’s concern, even if he wasn’t always good at showing it.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Kirishima spoke up again. “Want to talk about the dream?” Bakugou hesitated, but then shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I always am.” He said with a little bit of confidence and laid his head back on his pillow.

“Do you need help falling asleep?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou shook his head again. “Nah, I’ll be good. Thanks though.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Kirishima leaned against his back, wrapping his arm around him. “I do have one way to make you feel better.” He smiled in the dark.

“Oh yeah, shitty hair? What?” “This,” Kirishima’s mischievous grin grew wider as he started to gently tickle Bakugou’s belly.

“What the hell, Kirishima?!” Bakugou laughed unexpectedly and squirmed against his back as Kirishima's fingers danced across his belly. “Pfft! Hehehehey! W-What the hell shihihihitty hair!”

Kirishima continued to tickle Bakugou’s belly, his laughter filling the quiet room. “Come on, Bakugou, just let go and enjoy it,” He teased, his fingers moving faster.

Bakugou squirmed and tried to push Kirishima away, but his efforts were futile. The ticklish sensation overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t help but burst into fits of laughter. “K-Kirishimahahahahahaha, s-stop it! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!” He managed to say between laughs, his cheeks turning pink.

Kirishima chuckled, delighting in Bakugou’s vulnerability. “You know, laughter is the best medicine, right?” He said, his voice filled with mischief. “And I happen to be an expert at making you laugh.”

“Shuhuhuhut up! Your juhuhust a pahahahain in the ahahahass!”

Kirishima’s fingers were getting close to Bakugou’s belly button, causing him to squirm even more. “No, no, Kirishima! Don’t you dahahahare!”

Kirishima ignored his plea and dug his finger in his belly button. “Hahahahahahahahahaha no, no, nohohohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!”

Bakugou arched his back, kicked his legs, and thrashed his body all around but Kirishima kept him right where he wanted him and it couldn’t be any cuter. He noticed that his laugh is more carefree and his nose was scrunched.

Kirishima thought his heart was melting and kept tickling his belly button, enjoying the way his boyfriend’s laughter echoed through the air.

After a couple of minutes, Kirishima pulled his finger out of his belly button and slowly traced his fingers over the middle of his belly. Bakugou’s laugh had calmed down but still squirmed. “You doing okay?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Bakugou lay there, panting and still giggling, a contented smile on his face. Kirishima couldn’t resist brushing a strand of hair away from Bakugou’s forehead, his fingers lingering on his boyfriend’s cheek.

“You’re so beautiful when you laugh like that," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. Bakugou's laughter slowly subsided, but the joy in his eyes remained.

"And you're an idiot," Bakugou retorted playfully, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. Kirishima chuckled and leaned in to capture Bakugou's lips in a sweet kiss, sealing their moment of shared laughter and affection.

Kirishima grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, come on, Bakugou! Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my finger!” He wiggled his finger in the air playfully, making Bakugou squirm even more.

“Stohohop!” Bakugou pushed his hand away. Kirishima chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

Bakugou turned around on his other side to face Kirishima and wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s. Feeling a surge of mischievousness, Kirishima leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Bakugou's nose. “You ready to finally sleep now?” Kirishima asked, softly tracing patterns on his back.

Bakugou sighed softly and closed his eyes. “That feels nice.” Kirishima smiled and happily continued stroking his back. He gave Bakugou one last kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight,” He whispered.