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KiriBaku Month Day 22: Alterate Carreers~

Back again with my FashionDesigner!Bakugou and TattooArtist!Kirishima!

This time Bakugou got his first tattoo, while Kirishima became allergic to shirts 🤣

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Tattoo artist Kirishima x coffee barista Bakugou

Part 1 The beginning of a friendship

once again thank you YaLocalFanFicAddict for helping with my poor grammar and giving me ideas like having Bakugou be deaf. I hope you enjoy the fanfic and stay tuned for part 2 Get to know the family

Bakugou’s POV

It was a regular boring day at the shop. The loud sound of the coffee machine, names were called, every now and then there was yelling at Karen’s, and taking everyone’s detailed orders nearly made my head spin. The most recent order was a latte caramel frappe with a blueberry muffin. Every order was different, and the people just kept coming…and coming. Minutes felt like hours. 11:25, just five more minutes and I can go on break. The next customer that came in had tattoos covering his arms and trailing up his neck. His hair was dyed red, and he looked to be around my age. You could say his voice didn’t match his appearance, because it caught me off guard when he spoke.

“Can I have a caramel iced latte with a chocolate muffin?” His voice was so gentle and soft.

“A-And a name for that order?” I tried to stay focused. Why was I hoping that he would still be here when I went on break?

“Eijiro. E-I-J-I-R-O. Many people don’t know how to spell it right,” he laughed.

I was honestly glad he spelled it out, because I wouldn’t have got it right. He paid for his order and sat at one of the tables and pulled out his iPad and an electronic pen. It looked like he was drawing something. Maybe he was an artist. Maybe he was taking some notes. It didn’t matter, I had to continue my job. As it turned 11:30 I went in the back and grabbed my lunch that my mother made me. Even though I hated her, she always made me some nice lunches. I went back to the front to find Eijiro, still at the table eating his muffin while he continued to work on his iPad. I was scared to approach him. Why was I scared to approach him? We just met. I walked over to him still, scared that he might think I was being creepy.

“Can I sit with you?” I asked as he took out one of his earbuds.

“Huh? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, what did you say?”

“Can I sit with you?” I repeat, understanding what it was like to struggle with hearing.

Eijiro looked at me for a few seconds and then nodded. I sat down and pulled out my lunch.

“What are you working on?” I asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Oh. I work at the tattoo shop down the street. I’m just drawing some designs,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.

“Did you do any of those?” I pointed at the tattoos displayed on his arm.

“Yeah, and some were from my friend Sero. We go to school together.”

Sero? Why is that name familiar? Wait, doesn't Denki talk about a guy named Sero from our school?

“Hanta Sero? Does he go to U.A.?” 

Did me and Eijiro go to the same school? Slowly, I realized Eijiro might be one of the extras in my class.

“Yeah, you know him?” Eijiro looked up at me, surprised.

“Uh-huh, I think he’s in my class. My friend, Denki, talks about him a lot. I honestly think the idiot’s got a crush on him.” 

Our conversation continued until he had to go back to his work. He gave me his number and told me to text him when I got off work. I was actually excited to get off work, for once. Soon enough my shift was over, I quickly got my stuff and texted Eijiro. He told me to meet him at the tattoo shop.

“Hey Bakugou, there you are,” he smiled as I approached him. His eyes matched his hair, and his teeth were sharp. It looked like he was waiting outside for a while, his nose and his cheeks were rosy. They reminded me of Round Face. “How long have you been out here?”

“I came out when I got your message.” He seemed almost embarrassed of his stupid answer. He has been waiting for seven minutes, and must be freezing.

“You idiot! Are you trying to get sick?!” I scoffed. “Whatever. Do you want to go to your place or m-”

“Can we go to yours?” His answer was quick and I could hear the fear in his voice. Maybe he was embarrassed of his house because it was a mess? I waved the thought away as we walked to my house. I noted that Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway. She must have the night shift. I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside.

“You better take off your shoes, or you’ll be cleaning the floors before you leave,” I warned, taking off my shoes. He did the same and we went up to my room. My room was like any other teen room. It had things like LED lights, posters on the walls, and a desk with a dresser. He looked around at everything as I sat on my bed, taking his sweet time doing so.

“Am I going to need to guide you to the bed? Or can you find it yourself?” I clipped my words with a scowl.

“S-Sorry I just never get to see other people’s houses. My parents are really strict with me.” 

As he sat on the bed, he noticed the Cavetown poster taped to my wall. I couldn’t blame him for noticing it, it stood out next compared to the many heavy metal and dark-colored posters. 

“You like Cavetown too?!” His face lit up with excitement as he rambled on with question after question. “What’s your favorite song? Have you ever been to one of his concerts? What’s your favorite album?”

“Woah, slow down. I can’t answer your questions all at once. God, you're reminding me of Deku.” If this dumbass wanted to stay friends, he was going to need to understand that my hearing aids can’t pick up such quick sounds.

“Sorry, I just don’t get to talk about Cavetown, a lot. Sero says it’s not his genre of music.” He explained.

I tried my best to answer what Eijiro asked, at least the questions I could make out from his quick speaking. It was hard to be able to make out a few out of the probably hundreds of questions. “My favorite song from them would probably be Advice. I’ve been to one of their concerts with my ex. I don’t know what my favorite album is but I do like Animal Kingdom.” 

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We talked about the things we liked, what classes we took, and even some other silly little things. As we talked, it didn’t even surprise me when he said he took an art class. Before we knew it, it was almost midnight.

“Damn, it's getting late. You should probably get going—bet your— parents are getting worried about you.”

“It’s too dark, and they know I’m usually at Sero’s. You can just drop me off in the morning.”

He had that same anxious tone in his voice. Maybe he’s scared of something at home? I contemplated it and soon agreed to his request. I grabbed my pajamas and changed in the bathroom. When I came back, Eijiro was sprawled out on my bed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You are not sleeping in my bed, nor are we sharing the bed. I’ll go get you my sleeping bag.” I went to the basement and grabbed my sleeping bag out of my camping bag. I went back up and threw it at him.

“Can I have a pillow and blanket too?” 

He asked right as I got comfortable in the bed. With a grunt, I threw a pillow at him and told him where the extra blankets were, telling him to get it himself.

Fanart of coffee barista Katsuki Bakugou

And tattoo artist Eijiro Kirishima

Hope you enjoyed part 1 I’m currently working on part 2. Have a blessed day and stay safe.

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Guys guess what

More fem kiribaku 😃

[vividvivvy]

Tattoo artists au!Baku and Kiri have me kicking my feet and giggling, like, just imagine cute little just turned 18 years old reader goes in for her first tattoo and just omg.

Lmk if y'all wanna see head cannons cause my imagination is running wild 🫡

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fuckin exposed this to the sun did you

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KRBK + Tattoo Artist Bkg & Florist Kiri

Kirishima sucked in a breath as he pushed open the shiny door to the shop. It was meticulously clean, not a single smudge of dirt on the glass or handles. He was prepared for this, had been psyching himself up for weeks. He walked into the tattoo parlor for the second time ever, the first being to make the appointment. The open room smelled sterile, clinical, and had music playing at a low, comforting volume. He approached the desk and a head of blond hair lifted, red eyes meeting his gaze. 

"Kirishima, right?" asked the man behind the desk. 

Kirishima nodded. 

"I'm Bakugou. I'll be doing your tattoo today. You said it was your first, right?" 

"Yeah," Kirishima croaked. 

"All right. What did you want again?" 

Kirishima pulled out a picture of flowers. "They're gladiolus. I'm a florist and in the language of flowers, they symbolize strength." 

Bakugou eyed the photo wordlessly and Kirishima swallowed hard. It was probably weird for a guy to get a flower tattoo, not manly at all. Then Bakugou nodded. "Give me a few minutes to get the stencil made up. You can have a seat on the chair over there. It's a pretty badass flower." 

Kirishima's cheeks bloomed crimson as relief flooded his chest. "Yeah. Yeah, they are." He agreed.

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lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin. 

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends. 

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively. 

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.” 

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you. 

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable. 

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

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𝗂𝗇𝗄 & 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 // drummer!bakugo x artist!reader music au | tags; rock/punk/alt band au, slow burn, meet cute, strangers to lovers, various smut, smoking/drugs/alcohol consumption, talks of emotional & physical abuse from past partners, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, mild violence

Distortion is the hottest band in town, making waves in the underground scene with their unique sound. Led by your college best friend and music prodigy, Kyoka Jiro, alongside her misfit group of friends, they've been playing shows every weekend for the last few months and have gathered a decent following. You're whisked into the whirlwind of their rockstar lives when Jiro commissions you to design a band logo for their merch, reconnecting with her and meeting the members of the band. Your eyes immediately gravitate to their powerful drummer, Katsuki Bakugo. Fresh out of a nasty three year on/off relationship, he's not looking for anything or anyone while shutting out the world around him. He's focused on the one thing that keeps him sane; music. You're six months free of a breakup as well, looking to repaint your world with new colors and experiences, but turns out it's more tumultuous than anticipated. Explosive fights, newfound fame, clashing egos, dive bars, stolen kisses, black out dreams, messy exes and hard lessons; but somehow, love finds a way to bloom like a flower in the desert - deep in the hottest, driest wasteland of two broken hearts.

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In a world where soulmates are established via a multitude of different systems, yours is a tattooed marking on your wrist - a constant reminder of your fate sealed to someone you don't even know. You despise the soulmate systems, purposely avoiding the topic at all costs with your family and friends, covering the mark from the world to keep your heart safe. The first day of getting accepted into UA High's support program turns sour when you walk past a boy with the same tattoo on his wrist as yours - Katsuki Bakugo of the hero course.

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Date Nights with Bakugo Katsuki

From the Date Night Series

1.

Katsuki is an early riser. You’re not.

He wanted to start early, get going before the sun’s even out and you couldn’t refuse him.

Not when he’s got that eager glint in his eyes.

You’re regretting it now, trying to stay awake in the car - it’s old and beat up but it’s his - as he talks about the route you’ll follow today.

You’re only half regretting it though, because he’s so much calmer in the mornings, even humming to himself as he drives - but that could be because traffic is way less insane at this ungodly hour.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep anyway, because you’re tickled awake by him, his laughter your alarm tone.

“You snore.” He tells you and you blink up at him, retort ready on your tongue when he adds cheekily. “It’s cute.”

He takes it easy on you at first, walking so slow you can easily sip the coffee he’s brought with him.

But once the caffeine hits and you’re itching to move, the competitiveness setttles in your veins. You’re too much alike that way.

…

“Oi! Watch out.” He calls out when you skip entire steps on the stairs cut into the stone. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

You stick your tongue out at him but stop at the top to gloat.

“Oh, look.” You point at something over his shoulder. “But be quiet.”

He turns but is unable to spot it.

“There’s a rabbit. See? He’s probably going to work.”

“Rabbits don’t work, idiot.”

“Uh yes, they do. How do you think they support their family? With handouts? I don’t think so.”

There’s a mix of exasperation and fondness on his face when he asks.

“Oh really? So what do they work, huh?”

“He’s probably off to do some quality control on the carrot farmers, but we can’t discriminate. He might also be a banker.”

“Nu-uh,” Katsuki plays along as he pulls you with him along the trek, your fingers laced together as long as they can, “He did not wear a suit and tie. But he might be a tattoo artist.”

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2.

Katsuki is an early riser. You’re not.

By now you’ve mastered the art of dressing yourself half asleep, dozing off the moment your body’s in the passenger seat of his car - brand new and paid for with his latest ad campaign about workout equipment. 

He’s got your hands in his, resting them on his thigh as he drives through the early morning, listening to your snoring.

You’re tickled awake, your hands finding his hair on muscle memory alone, pulling him towards you.

“Five more minutes.” You mumble into his neck. He lifts you out of the car with ease.

There have been hikes where he carried you until you were awake enough to walk. 

He’d do almost anything for you but waking up later isn’t one of those things. 

Today you’re sipping your first cup of coffee - two sugars, cream and some cinnamon - as you stroll down the first part of the hike.

He’s picked a route that starts off easy and you quite enjoy the serenity of the morning, his hand in yours, as he talks quietly about things that are on his mind.

The new recipes he wants to test. A new workout regimen he’s thought about doing. Kirishima’s upcoming wedding and Eri approaching her graduation at U.A.

Some things you’ve talked about before, during the week or your last hike but there’s a beauty to his rare calmness that you never want to miss.

There are days where you feel like racing him up the mountain and there are days where you want to capture every flower you pass.

You’re in the mood to savour it today, with fall approaching the changes in nature are obvious.

“Come on.” He tugs at your hand when you’ve taken twenty pictures of a particularly colourful set of trees, their leaves a cascade of red and yellow. “The lake’s just around the courner.”

For the two of you, hiking is more than reaching the top of whatever mountain Katsuki has picked for the week. It’s more than pretty views on the way to the top or a chance to show the other who’s boss.

There’s something about the tranquility of nature that sets both of you at ease, allows conversations to flow naturally.

One moment you’re discussing the job options of wild rabbits, the next you’re pondering the names of your future children.

And it wouldn’t be Katsuki if he had not packed your bags with a feast for when you reach the top, as usual the only one’s up there. 

You watch him open tupperware containers and bento boxes, sip on a sports drink and tell him all about the week that’s lying ahead of you.

“I’m meeting with your mother on Saturday.” You remind him, trying to sneak one cherry from the little bowl and failing.

“Why? We’re going out with the gang on Saturday. I’m not going without you.”

“Yeah, but she’s persistent and Saturday’s the only time that fits both of us. You’ll be fine without me.”

He huffs in annoyance before trying a different route. “What are you going to do when she asks why you’re not drinking? You should push it another week and then we can go together.”

You laugh at his poor attempt and crawl into his lap, forcing him to put the thermos filled wit coffee away.

“Or,” you tell him, pinching his cheeks, “I can go with your mom and you with your friends and just a week later we can surprise them with the news. I’m going to tell her that I’m doing a new diet or something.”

“She’s going to know.”

“Would that be so terrible?” You ask, kissing his nose when he’s grumbling instead of answering. “We’re almost at the three month mark anyway. And it would be just your parents, god knows mine wouldn’t notice it anyway.”

His hand moves to your stomach, warm and heavy through the fabric of your shirt.

“Fine,” he huffs eventually. “But I want to be the one who tells her.”

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[animeweebart]

Tattoo artist Kirishima x coffee barista Bakugou Part 4 New Year new me

!warning!-this part will contain usage of alcohol if you do not feel comfortable reading this part you may skip to part 5

Bakugou’s pov

It was New Year’s Eve and I was going to Eijiro's house for the first time. I hope there isn’t going to be any fighting… maybe they will be nice because I’m going to be there. My mom pulled up to his house, flashbacks to when I drove Eijiro here ran in my head. Please don’t have people yelling…

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon. Treat his parents with respect even though they have hurt him, and please no hanky panky.”

“I’ll try and please don’t say hanky panky” 

I said stepping out of the car. She said goodbye and I walked to the door. Don’t kill anyone. I knocked on the door and Eijiro answered with Miracle in his arm. Well, I don’t see any cuts or bruises on them so that’s good. He smiled at the sight of me kissing me on the cheek and pulled me inside. His house was nicer than the outside.

“Mom Kat just arrived. Come say hello” 

He yelled as a woman walked up to us. She had black hair and red eyes, she looked around my mom’s age.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kai, Eijiros mother.” She said shaking my hand 

“Nice to meet you too…” I pulled my hand away and looked at Eijiro mouthing. Do they know? He nodded and I looked back at his mom “I’m Eijiro's boyfriend”

“We all know, he talks about you all the time” She smiled as Eijiro's face turned red 

I giggled at the sight of his face matching the color of his hair.

“Thank you for the coloring book,” Miracle said as Eijiro put her down.

I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked towards where the sound was coming from and saw a man with dirty blonde hair and red eyes. He didn’t look very happy.

“Are you Katsuki Bakugou?” He said walking closer to me

“Y-Yeah I am” There was some fear in my voice

I noticed that Eijiro had pulled Miracle back as if he was protecting her from his dad. Now I knew who was hurting them.

“Why not we go sit down at the table while I finish making dinner?” Kai said as she walked toward the kitchen 

“I can help if you’d like”

I followed her in the kitchen. She accepted my offer to help with dinner. While cooking Eijiro came up behind me wrapping his arms around me, putting his head on my shoulder.

“Are you guys almost done? We’re hungry” Eijiro groaned 

“Be patient Eji, I can’t make things happen right when you want them to. Go back to the table and save me a seat next to you” I said as I carefully pushed him away making sure not to burn myself 

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After we finished making dinner we brought it out and set it on the table. Chicken, salad, and mashed potato. I sat down next to Eijiro with Miracle on my other side. I felt Eijiro grab my hand. Did something happen when I was in the kitchen? Soon we began to eat.

“How did you guys meet? Where do you work? Do you live near here?”

I heard his dad start asking me questions. I looked up at him as I swallowed my food.

“We met at the coffee shop I work at. I don’t live near here. The drive to my house is a 15-minute drive. I live closer to U.A.” I answered wanting to make a good first impression.

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It was 11:55, me and Eijiro had a few drinks but we weren’t drunk, just a little tipsy. We were watching a movie together with Miracle in between us coloring in the book I got her.

“I’m glad I’m not going to be alone this year,” Eijiro said as he kissed my cheek.

“Eji stop it, you’ll get your kiss at midnight,” I said, pushing his face away.

“I can’t wait until midnight, I want kiss now”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap putting his head on my shoulder.

“Eij why are you like this?”

I accepted my fate knowing that he wasn’t going to let go of me. As the year ended and the new one began I felt his lips press against mine. He was a needy little boy who wanted to get love and I didn’t mind that about him, because I wanted the same. As he pulled away I knew I was blushing when he said…

“Your face is as red as my hair.” He laughed 

“Shut up! I didn’t know what time it was so I didn’t expect you to kiss me.”

He laughed and as the night continued he continued to shower me with kisses.

[gardenofnoah]

thinking hard about tattoo artist kirishima that prides himself on being one of the good ones. never creepy or inappropriate, always making sure his clients are feeling comfortable and safe.

but then you hop up in his chair and all of his sense and his morals fly out the window. because he sees you fighting to be brave despite being in pain. and he hates himself for pressing just a bit too heavy, only for a second. feels absolutely disgusting when his cock twitches at the little whimper you let out

[tired-teacher-blog]

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His daughter, his rules (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Baby's first kick (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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How he apologizes (Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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Bashful (Izuku/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Restraints (Hawks/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Trigger Warning/ One Shot)

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How they found out (Shouto/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Pampered (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Dad bod (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Drabble)

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Cuddling (Iida/ Gem reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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When they use their quirks on you during sex (Shinsou/ Shouto/ Kirishima/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Headcanons)

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Our rose of fate (tattoo artist Aizawa/ florist fem reader) Part1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

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Husband Aizawa (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Attention seeker (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Virgin pro hero Kirishima (Kirishima/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Headcanons)

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Sensitive neck (Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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Husband Bakugo (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Headcanons)

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Miscommunication (Dabi/ Fem reader/ Suggestive/ Fluff/ Angst/ Drabble)

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Toru Kirishima's s/o seeing his tattoos for the first time and getting inspiration for her art from it?

“Take your shirt off.”

Toru stopped dead in the middle of what he was doing for a second, then returned to it with a cheeky grin. “[Y/N]-chan, not here in the middle of work…”

“It’s not for that.” They replied with a stern look. Which in turn deflated Toru’s expression because this wasn’t going to be as fun as he wanted. “I want to see your tattoos.”

His expression perked up again, this time in surprise, at their request. No one, or at least no sane person, asked to see a yakuza’s tattoos. “Why do you want to see them?”

“I’m working on a series based on Sakuragi family tattoos. You’re the only one besides Ryota who has a decent one.” They explain as they opened up their sketch pad to get ready.

But Toru felt uncomfortable.

“I don’t think the boss would go for that. He doesn’t like our tattoos on display.” The boss’s rules were simple: you had to get them, and they had to be able to be covered. Toru had already been pushing the line with his arm & wrist tattoos. Discretion was the better part of valor for the boss and he needed soldiers who could blend in when he needed them to.

“I already cleared it with him. He said it was fine.” Shit. “He said as long as I don’t copy the actual tattoos, and use them just for inspiration, and don’t use anyone’s names, I could do it. Now take your shirt off.”

He felt backed into a rock & a hard place, but if the boss said ok Toru didn’t really have a means to refuse them. So he took his shirt off.

Standing there, with his back towards them for a while in silence, Toru finally spoke up, “you’re not doing the whole piece now are you? I’ll have to pick up the little lady from school soon.”

“I’m just working on a rough sketch. And it’s only been 5 minutes.” Toru sighed. “Did they hurt?” They then asked him. Seemingly out of the blue. “When you got them?”

“As much as when my ribs got broken by that baseball bat? No.” He told them. “But…yes, they hurt.”

“Why do it then?”

Toru had to think about it for a minute, over the sound of their pencil scrapping. Sure, the boss and families usually require it when you joined. But it wasn’t just that. “I wanted to belong.”

There were a few more moments of pencil scratching before [Y/N] announced, “I’m done. You can put your shirt back on now.”

“Why do I suddenly feel so dirty?”

[Y/N] chuckled as they came over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek while he buttoned his shirt. “Your support of the arts is appreciated. I’ll see you later.”

“I don’t even get to see it?” He asked incredulously.

“You can see it when it’s done.” They told him. “Just like everyone else.”

“I thought being the boyfriend of the artist got you perks.”

“It does.” They told him. “Your canvas gets to be bigger.” They kissed him again and then were off.

Toru didn’t see them for a while after that, but that was pretty normal. When they were working on their art they would disappear for days on end working on whatever project they had envisioned. Finally, one day, he got a call that the piece were ready and that they were going to do a small show at a local gallery and invited everyone to attend.

Everyone, of course, couldn’t come (that would be a little excessive for the small space) but Toru, Sugihara, and the boss all came to see what [Y/N] had been up to. They were right. His canvas was bigger.

“What do you think?” They asked. Slinking up beside him, like they were any other patron and not the artist.

“I don’t get it.” He answered honestly. “But then again I’m not an art buff.”

[Y/N] snickered at him. “You really don’t have any opinion?”

Toru stared at the painting some more. A large, black dragon. Imposing, intimidating, wailing with its jaws open at the sky in terror perched on a mountain. But then, at its tail, it looked at this it had been ensnared with sakura branches. Delicate, yet strong. The pink flowers a stark contrast to the bleak sky. The parts of its tail it had bound to slowly turning it white. “I like the flowers at the bottom.”

[Y/N] laughed again. “Always the direct one, eh?”

“How much is it?”

“I’m selling it to people who can actually pay me.”

“I can pay you.” Toru snarked back.

“I wouldn’t take your money.”

Toru huffed. “So my skin is good enough for you, but not my money?” Some of the more upper crust patrons gave them funny looks at their conversation.

“Do you really want the painting Toru?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll give you the original one.” They told him. “This is a duplicate. I always planned on giving the original to you, if you wanted it. I just didn’t think you’d be so up in arms about it.”

“I’m not ‘up in arms’.” He argued. “I just like the painting.”

“Then you should have it.” They agreed. Giving him a smile and squeezing his hand. “I have to go talk to some other people with money now. Don’t run off without saying goodbye.” Toru nodded and went back to staring at art and sipping his drink.

What was that old saying? He may not know art, but he knew what he liked?

“Do you think [Y/N] would be mad if I took this off the wall now?” He asked Sugihara when they were alone. To which Sugihara told him emphatically yes, but he still considered it.

[yuh-l8t]

I’m bored and I wanna publish smt SO HERE WE GO STRAP ON IN MY LIL NUGGETS (what I’m gonna call my followers now) WERE GOIN ON A ROLLERCOASTER

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Kirishima head cannon bc why not

Kirishima as a tattoo artist:

-he would tell his clients all ab u

-he would have several badass sleeves of tattoos on his arm w a cute cat and ofc your name bc you both know for a fact that you aren’t breaking up any time at all

-honestly I think that he would look really mean and intimidating (naturally) but as soon as he stops by the tea shop or coffee shop or A shop (for all u picky people) the employee at the front would be so nervous until he starts talking then he’s all dandelions an flowers :)

-if you ask him to give you a tattoo for the first time bc you want one (or not ur choice idk 🤷🏽‍♀️) he constantly asks you if your okay after the first line and he always checks up on you and gives you whatever u want after

Kirishima as a boxer

-he loves to tell you ALLLLLLLL about his scars and the stories

-ofc his hands are gonna be calloused he works out too much

-you absolutely loveeeeee it when he puts his hair in a man bun bc OMFGGGGGGGGGGG ( ISTG IF HES WEARING A MAN BUN ROUND ME AND HE TELLS ME TO BARK OR SUM SHIT IMMA DO IT) ((in all seriousness tho I wouldn’t just do that for anyone(not with out money anyways) lol ))

-for my plumpy peps (I am plumpy don’t worry) HE LOVEEEESSSSSSSSS your muffin top and your thighs and how it jiggles bc it’s jiggly hehehehehe ( he is a literal child istg)

-My skinny peps don’t worry I got u too he loves how small you look compared to him it makes him a lil dissy (maybe too dissy)

-my tall people (I cannot relate I am short af) he hates when you tease him for being short ( he secretly loves it and adores it)

-annnnnnd my short people I’m here w u he loves how you throw lil punches at him ( unless you strong like ox then you throw a punch to his stomach and he’ll be complaining for a week)

TBH I’m probably gonna finish this in a lil bit or add to it later

ANY WHO HAVE A GOOD ONE MUNCHKINS HEHEHHEHE

[lou-struck]

Inked?

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Shoto Todoroki...

~ You mess with your boyfriend with the help of a few temporary tattoos.

A/n: Sorry I haven't been active this week you guys!

Izuku Midoriya- 

He is just too trusting.

When you told him that the All Might Tattoo you placed on your bicep earlier today was real, his emerald eyes widened in shock as he stares up at your seemingly unsuspecting features.

When you ask him what is wrong he just shakes his head, his scarred fingers hovering just over the design. 

“ they did it wrong.” He says quietly, “ how is it possible to spell All Might wrong?”

You pretend to be shocked and your boyfriend grabs his keys and holds out his hand to you. The look of determination on his face puts butterflies in your stomach.  “ Don’t worry, I will bring you back to the parlor myself and I will get them to fix it.“

Still holding your hand he need you to be a car and doesn’t hear your protest that it’s a prank until you are halfway to the nearest Tattoo parlor. 

When he realizes that you played a joke on him, his freckled cheeks flush pink, and he swears that he will get you back.

Katsuki Bakugou- 

It’s always fun to make Katsuki lose his cool. You  never do it  in a hurtful way, you just like to keep your Pro Hero Boyfriend on his toes. So when you saw the little bowl of pro hero tattoos in the lobby of your doctors office, you knew you couldnt just walk past them like the mature individual you are. You scan the container for a familiar looking mop of green hair and gently place it in your purse to stick on once  get home 

A couple hours later, the little Chibi Deku head is discreetly  tattooed onto your side. Your own head is resting comfortably on Katsuki’s Lap as you wait for your boyfriend to take the bait.

Finally, he notices it when your shift your position and let the long sleep shirt of his ride up a bit.. He tense up and you know you’re in trouble, but coyly you tuck the hem of the shirt down quickly.

“What the hell is that?” he mumbles making some movements. gets pouty and crosses out the tattoo with a marker and writes his own name instead. It makes you giggle and squirm but he growls and says that he is not done yet.

A bit of the pen bleeds onto his shirt but he doesn't care, he needs to remind you that you are his and only his.

Shoto Todoroki- 

“It’s amazing how talented artists are,” Shoto says looking at the sheet of temporary tattoos your brought him home from a PR Event. 

Artists were able to make and sell their fanart of all their favorite pro’s, some of the artists turned their prints into temporary tattoos, with so many sheets to choose from, this particular design caught your eye and you just had to buy it.

All the designs while well made are missing a few key details. Hiding your grin, you wait for your boyfriend to realize what is missing.

One in his image is stuck to your shoulder and you tug at your collar to give him a better view.

“Did I put this one on right?” you ask leaning a bit closer to him.

His Heterochromic eyes scan the sheet infront of him until it 

“ Wait, where is my scar? “ he asks throwing his brow and squinting at the already fading tattoo on your shoulder.

Denki Kaminari- 

At first, you thought that the temporary tattoos you ordered for your Halloween costume got lost in the mail. So when you received a package from the manufacturer months later, you were very surprised to see that your product finally got delivered to you.

The tattoos look nothing like the way they were advertised online. But boredom is one hell of a motivator and you attached those suckers to every part of you you could think of.

Just as the last one gets patted dry, Denki walks in through the front door. 

There is no design, you wouldn’t even say there is an artistic vision. You look ridiculous, and your boyfriend thinks so too. But he gives you the biggest smile and says that if you have a couple bad tattoos, he’ll get a couple bad tattoos so you can match.

Eijirou Kirishima- 

Knockoff Pro Hero Merch is everywhere nowadays, but sometimes it is so hideously done you just have to buy it as a joke.

The giant Red Riot tattoo on your wrist is no exception. Kiri’s normally rich crimson eyes are bright green and plastered on the paper vertically, and his signature bright shark toothed grin is replaced with an almost Dynamite esq scowl.

It’s so terrible you love it.

When you meet Eijirou for lunch you show him proudly and tease him saying that it looks just like him.

He laughs along with you until you lower your guard and he drips his cloth napkin in his glass of water and wipes the horrid thing away. 

Once the evil had been defeated, he takes your hand, and gently kisses the skin to apologize for his roughness.