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#it has to be you kirishima
bakubowwow · 2 months
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What if I said that each iteration of the Kamino handholding scene occurred in its own world, every time without fail
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In all possible alternate realities, Kirishima reaches out and Bakugou comes to him, inevitably
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Without doubt, if ever Bakugou needs him,
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Kirishima finds him and extends a helping hand. And Bakugou always, always takes it.
Kiribaku, in every universe.
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snarkyship · 1 year
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The Bakusquad is well equipped
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1-800-cybersaint · 8 months
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kirishima is a nice, sweet guy. always holding your hand with blushy cheeks and a nervous smile, opening doors for you, asking about your day and actually listening. never so much as raises his voice at you and does his best to keep his weight off you on the few occasions he sleeps over. a gentleman through and through.
so he feels a bit like a sick fuck the first time he's trying to stuff into your cunt. the furrow of your eyebrows and your open mouth, making little pained noises as the head of his cock nudges past your entrance has him feral. you look so small beneath him, with your knees to your chest. breakable.
he's never even thought about wanting to hurt you before, but the idea of tears filling your big, pretty eyes as he bullies his way into your pussy turns him into a different beast entirely.
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willowser · 13 days
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ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.
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you wake up under a mountain of furs.
light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.
you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.
outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.
all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.
people you knew and loved. had trusted.
the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.
the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.
he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.
he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.
you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.
your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.
"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."
he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.
how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.
the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.
he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.
big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?
"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.
finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.
—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.
you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.
you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.
with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.
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kaidabakugou · 1 year
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attending an event where the concept is that you have to switch hero costumes with someone and you get paired with red riot
everyone is expecting you to wear a black tank top to cover up your chest but you absolutely break the internet when you show up with your front exposed and red riot gears pasties with ruby rhinestones just barely covering your nipples
which has red riot a sweaty mess inside the costume that was made to match your hero suit, all of a sudden feeling too tight around his big, muscular body every time he’s around you throughout the event because you’ve been his hero crush for as long as he can remember and the sight of you looking so sexy in his hero suit has him fighting back a boner all night
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kingkatsuki · 8 months
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Your fave accidentally follows you/likes a photo when they’re stalking your socials and you get the notification— what are you doing?
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katanaski · 5 months
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Discovering during a 'truth or drink' game that of all of the A1 friend group, you are the only one who hasn't tasted Katsuki's dick
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beybuniki · 18 hours
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thinking abt your kiribaku and i’m so glad bakugou had kirishima to guide him towards being a better person. a neutral, chill, well-meaning but unafraid to call him out and still love him guy. it’s what bakugou needed and something izuku couldn’t have done for him because they already had a Past(tm). kirishima’s like the Unbothered dog they bring out to teach aggressive dogs how to socialise because he’s just that calm and likeable while still being able to Hold His Ground if the situation ever called for it
:’) rlly cute friendship
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jothegamerwitch · 6 months
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I have not been able to get Kiribaku x French reader out of my head for the entire day so I'm writing headcannons for it.
- The first time they both heard you speak French was when you got a bad score and you were very upset about it and you find it easier to be upset in French
-They both were in absolute awe of all the French falling out of your mouth
-Once the three of you start dating you always run up to them and call them cute pet names in French
"Mes amours! Mon plus doux requin et poméranien!" (Translation: My loves! My sweetest shark and pomeranian!)
-They find it absolutely adorable but Bakugou pretends to not like it
"Tch, I'm not a damn pomeranian y/n"
-You love baking them French deserts and you're actually quite good at baking
-You sometimes mess up with speaking and Bakugou has to suppress a laugh at how you accidentally pronounce some stuff
"Can we go to the beech?" (Accidentally pronounced it as bitch) Bakugou struggles to hold in a laugh as Kirishima chuckles and corrects you. "It's beach y/n and sure."
-They both love it when you mutter things in French during your sleep
These are all that my brain could come up with at the moment.
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rrogueamendiares · 1 year
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Matching!!
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kickbutts-singsongs · 3 months
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I just realized that the closest thing we got to a proper anime beach episode in bnha was the pool competition 😭😭😭
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eleanorenchanted · 1 year
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Happy 10th Anniversary, Free!
💙❤️💚💛💜
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willowser · 1 year
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i think that childhood best friends to lovers with kiri would actually be — an incredibly sad journey LOL
you're perfect in his eyes. quirkless, exactly as you're meant to be, with the potential to do anything. everything. the world is at your feet and he knows you'll go after it — it's him that falls flat, that can't follow in your footsteps. his quirk isn't anything special, nothing manly, and it won't make him a hero like his heroes. instead he's just in this odd, empty space in between. floating.
you accepting him that way — i think it would mean everything to him.
neither of you really know what to expect, when he goes off to ua. of course you're excited for him; even if his hair is new and he seems a little different, you can feel the build of confidence in him, the motivation he has to try, and that means more to you than the distance ever could. of all things, you want kiri to be happy, even if your friendship takes a backseat to bigger, better things.
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days turn to weeks turn to months and the calls become less frequent. the first time he comes home in a while — maybe half a year — he brings his new friends and they're...incredible. strong and powerful and full of life, full of excitement, spontaneous and fun. the kind of people that become heroes. the kind of people kiri needs around him.
you don't think he means to be so distant; what little time the two of you get together is the same as it always is. cheesy movies and multi-player RPG's until the late, late hours of the night. pizza and energy drinks and jokes that are still as funny as they were when you were six. he sleeps on the couch instead of your bed now and doesn't sit as close as he used to, doesn't take his shirt off just because anymore — but you don't mind. you try not to. you try not to care about how much he sweats when you stare at him, or how red the back of his neck gets, or how it seems like he can't look you in the eye anymore.
you don't think he means it, and so you can't be angry at him. angry, no, hurt though...that's a little harder. because everything seems the same with him; it's not like he's upset with you or even wanting to leave you behind. he always apologizes for not keeping up, genuinely, looking like a sad little puppy even though you for forgive him, easily. you're not sure what has changed exactly, you're only sure that everything has.
kirishima's able to go pro very quickly, has a spot secured even before he's graduated. by the time he was sixteen, he'd already been in the news a handful of times, celebrated for the incredible hero he's always been capable of being, and the public loves him by the time he's eighteen. while he's out saving lives and making an impact on the entirety of japan, you're studying or trying to find a new date to the summer festival, because you know he won't be able to go. he doesn't make your graduation — and sounds really sorry about it, when he calls a few weeks after — and you get petty enough that you don't go to his either.
it's stupid, and you feel bad, but kirishima doesn't even notice.
a long time goes by, before you see each other again. all the attempts he makes to meet up with you are fruitless; either he can't make it or you don't want to try, too tired and embarrassed after being stood up time and time again. his apologies become redundant, and even if you know he means them, it doesn't make them any easier to hear.
naturally, you see him again at the worst moment: coming out of the gym, sweaty, without makeup and fighting off a painful zit on your chin. he's with his bestie — bakugou, who is even more terrifying at twenty-four than he was at fifteen — and kiri has his hair up in a cute half man-bun and it's longer than you remember and he's bigger than you remember and in a shirt that should hardly count as a shirt.
and he's overjoyed to see you.
"oh my god!" he laughs, smacking a hand to his forehead as you stand awkwardly in the doorway, trying to tuck your face down in the most nonchalant way.
it's the wrong move, because you don't see him step in to hug you.
"kirishima!" you squeal, trying to jerk away as you feel his cheek press against your damp hairline. you feel gross, even worse when you see the face bakugou makes. "quit it!"
"sorry! i just can't believe—" and when he sees the look on your face, the happiness on his drops, replaced by something like humiliation as he glances between you and his friend.
there's something terrible about the slow end of a friendship, and you can see it manifest in his expression. how much of a stranger the two of you have become over time, due to neglect, and it seems like all the ugly feelings are soaked up by him like a sponge.
you don't even know what to say. you don't even know if there's anything to say—no, no, that's not true; there are a million and one things to say, but you just don't know where to begin.
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bakubunny · 3 months
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I gotta say, Angel, you impressed me this week.
There were a few times you were with me that ya coulda tapped out, an' instead ya finished the trek through the woods like a big girl. With how Kirishima was goin' at ya with that remote vibe I'm surprised you could stumble back inside the cabin. S'been nice seeing ya collapse all weak-kneed on the couch. Even nicer seein' yer eyes roll back takin' Red's bad dragon toys again.
Are ya wonderin' what it's been for? We set up a very special game tonight for our princess. I wouldn't surprised if ya already figured it out. Why Kirishima and I head up to this cabin every January. Why we don't usually have ya come up with us. See, Kirishima and I love ya a little too fiercely, an' it wouldn't be right to show you just how much without a little preparation. Ya did so well this week takin' what we dished out, I have no doubt you'll be able ta take our knots now.
Tonight's the Full Moon, cottontail, and you'll be getting' the chase of yer life. Once the moon is high, ya get a 20 minute head start. Since Red insisted we make it “fair” you've spent a week gettin' to know the trails you'll be runnin'. With the moon being so bright for ya and a week's worth of scent around to throw us off, I wonder how long it'll take us to track down your slick thighs.
I'm bettin' I'll find ya first. If'm lucky I'll have ya trembling 'round my knot before Kirishima catches up. He looks good when he pouts, an' that's what he'll do when I'm carryin' ya back to the cabin with yer legs still wrapped 'round me. M'not mean though, I've learned t'share- but you're takin' my pups first, an' I intend to win the chase tonight t'make sure of it. Truth is, breedin' ya wasn't our first thought. We planned to ease ya into this side of our life, but then you made the decision for us, Bunny. What did you think was gonna happen when ya start ovulatin' during the Wolf Moon? -Kats
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hi kats ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა
it - it’s been really nice to spend so much time with you and eiji. i’m glad you brought me with you this time.
but you got me all nervous about this lil game now. i’m not scared though, i promise! gonna try my best to do a good job n stuff, see if i can trick you. 🙈
and gosh that sounds nice. 😅 you know i’d be happy to be the best girl and do that for either of you no matter who was first. but i know how competitive you can get.
i dunno what i thought, but i didn’t expect to be bred 😵‍💫 all of this i suppose. it gonna be a big night for us tonight, and i can’t wait to be snuggled up between my two favorite heroes once it’s all over.
bunny ♡
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Kiribaku comic: THX smile
I honestly laughed for 20 minutes when I edited this video. BAKUGO’S FACE x’D 
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arom-antix · 2 months
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Wdym this is late, you're seeing things, it's totally not 16 hours since it was Ikuya's birthday in my timezone, noooo
Anyway, happy birthday, Ikuya! I promise to actually watch Free! one day!
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