#kiribaku imagine

[zanarkandskylines]

twisted in bedsheets ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ with establishing your triad out of the way, there's no more awkward tension between you and the boys! now, there's a different kind of tension when the three of you can't get enough of one another.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ 18+ MDNI! - Smut; non-threesome scenarios (boys get you separately), some praise, pet names, fingering, oral (m!giving & f!receiving), some dirty talk | mutual pining, fluff, poly!kiribaku ｡‧˚ʚ cross posted to ao3  | wc; ~1.5k ɞ˚‧｡ ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿

Your back pressed into the plush of the sofa, dress shoved up your midsection as you squirmed about, Bakugo’s face stuffed between your thighs. His crimson stare is locked on to your face, watching how your cheeks flush and the way you bite your lip anytime his tongue lazily rolls over your swollen clit.

Who would have thought you’d end up under Bakugo’s spell so early in the morning? You’d only meant to stop by on your day off, dropping off some vegetables he asked you to pick up from the local market.

[you] i’m headed to the market this morning. you need me to pick anything up for dinner tonight?

[katsu 🐯🧡] you off today? if you wanna grab tomatoes and onions, that’d be great. the one’s in the garden aren’t ready yet.

[you] yeah, my boss is at a conference so no need for any of us to be at the office today and tomorrow. sure! i’ll swing by after to drop them off.

[katsu 🐯🧡] thanks sweets. door’s open, see ya soon.

[you] 💖

You let yourself in with the bags of groceries, setting your own by the door and bringing his into the kitchen. Bakugo pops out of his office, strutting into the kitchen to greet you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to give you a light kiss. He notes the sundress you were wearing - one of his favorite designs from last year’s summer collection. It continued to amaze him that you had an entire wardrobe around his clothes - fate works in mysterious ways.

“Damn, that dress fits you perfectly.”

Bakugo’s eyes wander down your body, scanning every detail and how the fabric hugs your figure. While you’re unloading the vegetables onto the counter, he shifts behind you and places his hands on your waist. His fingers dance over the dress, playfully squeezing your hips and rubbing his thumbs in circles on your sides.

“I’m sure you’ve never heard of the designer,” you tease, giggling as you turn to face him. Bakugo picks you up and places you on the counter, moving between your legs to get closer to you. He gives you a few gentle kisses on your cheek and down your neck, hands roaming down your sides and over your thighs. Your previous giggles quickly turn into soft moans, the close proximity of your bodies instantly lighting the fire in your belly.

Bakugo pulls back for a moment, tilting his head at your reaction. “Is this okay with you?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You lace your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him against your body and the counter.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps before capturing your lips, bringing one of his hands to cradle the back of your neck while the other holds onto your bare thigh.

It doesn't take long for things to escalate, hence your current position on the couch. Bakugo brings your attention back to reality when one of his fingers slips into your soaked core, curling it against your inner walls as he nibbles on your inner thigh. Your mewls drive him wild, increasing the tempo of his finger thrusting in and out of you. The way your body reacts to his touch is intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Fuck princess, you're so wet," Bakugo praises, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue to gather up your arousal. The grip he has on your thighs is tight enough to leave bruises. You can feel the tension in your stomach grow in intensity with each lap of his tongue, stumbling closer toward orgasm.

"Katsuki...don't stop," you whine as your thighs begin to tremble under his palms.

"Didn't plan to, baby."

The way 'baby' falls from his lips is enough to thrust you over the edge, the pet name immediately snapping your internal thread. You fist a handful of his blonde locks by the root, practically riding his face when you come - hard. It's enough to leave you gasping for air, not realizing the breath you were holding until your release tapers off. Your fingers slip from Bakugo's hair, letting him rise from between your legs. His lips and chin glisten with your spend.

"Can...I do anything for you?" you ask breathlessly, tugging him upward and kissing his forehead.

“Don’t wanna spoil dinner,” he hums, nuzzling into your chest. “I’ll have you for dessert later.”

The image of Bakugo ravaging you while Kirishima watches, patiently waiting for his turn and teasing the two of you floods into your mind.

Fuck.

After laying on the couch together for a little while, you head home with your groceries after the blissful encounter with Bakugo, letting him continue working. He made sure to give you a long and loving kiss goodbye, followed by a smack on your ass that you’ll be vibrating from the rest of the day.

───

It’s the early afternoon - you’ve got a few hours to kill before dinner with the boys. You pull your phone out to text Kirishima, offering to bring him an afternoon pick me up as an excuse to see him.

[you] i dropped by the house earlier to give kat some veggies for dinner. are you busy with any classes right now? i’ll bring you a snack!

[eiji 🥊❤️] sure! swing on by, i’ll be in the upstairs office. 🥰

───

A knock on Kirishima’s office door catches his attention, eyes darting over to you in the doorframe. His smile is instant, his signature big toothy grin plastered on his face when he sees you.

“Hi honey! Come in,” he exclaims, waving you inside. You step in and close the door as he’s wrapping his toned arms around you, peppering your head and cheeks with endless kisses.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you chuckle, finally able to give him a kiss on the lips.

He bends next to your ear, the hand on your back firmly pressing you against his chest. “Just thinkin’ about tonight’s dessert menu.”

How did he know about that?

As if reading your mind, he continues to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Katsuki texted me a little bit ago about how delicious you tasted.”

A moan bubbles in your throat at his words, flustered that Bakugo bragged to Kirishima about eating you out. When did he do that, after you left the house?

“Oh?” You respond meekly, shivering at his heavy breathing on your neck.

“Mhm, somethin' about how pretty your dress looked pushed up around your waist and how cute your moans sounded.”

Holy shit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” is all you can say, trying your damndest not to crumble to the floor. You'd never had any partners brag about you like that in the past. Kirishima’s hand on your back shifts to your hip, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his grasp.

“Wanna give me a taste, too?”

It’s comical how fast you scurry over to Kirishima’s desk, dragging him by the hand and inviting him to touch you. He reaches under your dress, dragging your panties down your legs and letting you step out of them. He pushes you back against the wooden desk, lifting you to sit on the end of it.

“Lay back, I got you,” Kirishima purrs, giving you a steamy kiss while shimmying your dress up your frame. Once he’s satisfied with your lips, he takes a knee to the ground and carefully tugs your hips to the edge of the desk. You do as he says, leaning back and propping yourself up on your elbows.

Kirishima stacks your thighs on his shoulders, halting for a second before his mouth becomes flush with your sticky center. You bite your lip, attempting to keep quiet and not draw attention to anyone in the gym on the first floor. He notices your struggle as he flicks his tongue across your clit, grinning between each twitch of your legs.

He leans back, his ruby eyes sparkling with affection. "Kat was right, baby, you're so sweet."

You knew this wouldn't take long with how riled up you are. Between him and Bakugo, they make you feel like an early 20 something all over again. Their desire for you, together and apart, is hypnotic and thrilling.

"Eiji...," you whimper, running a hand through his fiery mane.

Kirishima chuckles, the vibrations sending lightning bolts through your core, winding the band in your abdomen tighter.

"That's it, just relax and let go for me, angel."

The way your body reacts to his command is immediate - spasming as you rode through your orgasm, clutching the desk beneath you. Kirishima groans, lapping up every drop of your spend while squeezing your thighs playfully. When he finishes, he gives back your underwear and helps you off the desk.

"Head on home. If you stay here any longer, I won't be able to wait until after dinner for more," Kirishima demands, squeezing your waist before kissing you on the cheek and returning to his desk.

You shake your head, attempting to rid your cheeks of the blush on them before leaving the office. When you step outside, your phone dings with a text message.

[katsu 🐯🧡] you better still be wearing that dress tonight.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — even though the three of you have had plenty of fun together by now, being able to get your share of both of them individually is exhilarating. 💜 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent

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[yoonkles]

you stopped by my house the night you escaped ♡ krbk

author: cheonsapp (ao3) / yoonkles (tumblr)

description: Bakugou gets hurt and his legs instinctively take him to the one place he's ever felt safe- Kirishima. If only he could stay longer.

warnings: abuse, blood, injury, dissociation, etc.

author’s notes: originally posted on ao3, here.

Red. Red and- and subtle pink and darkness, and dizziness and spots and-

Pain. So much pain. It ached and pulsed and shivered in his body and his limbs and his teeth. Everything was sore and his muscles were tense and his eyes couldn't focus. And- there was yelling. Screaming. A piercing voice that had so much venom laced in it that even exhausted beyond relief, he flinched. It was muffled and none of what was spoke quite made sense. It was all gibberish that went in one ear and gotten mixed in translation before being knocked out of the other ear.

Bakugou didn't know what was going on or where he was or who was screaming, but he knew he wasn't safe. At the very core of his muddled senses, he knew that. The warning alarms blared in his mind too loud to ignore. It was as if a tsunami was impending and the emergency alert had been going off for far too long, and now the wave was in sight and the only thing left to do was drop to your knees and pray to whatever deity you hoped was listening. And he was the one standing on that familiar, too-dry shore.

Drowning. He was going to drown. If he didn't get it together, pull himself back from whatever had happened like what was expected of a hero, and fight back or escape or do whatever he needed to do to get rid of this feeling of anxiety hanging over him- he was going to get swept up by the wave and drown.

The screeching was getting louder- or closer? Some words began to break through the thick fog of pain. Bits and pieces and sometimes just syllables, but the instinctive part of Bakugou that had been in one too many run-ins with villains filed away and analyzed every word he could gather. Anything to gain leverage on the situation- there was nothing more menacing than being in danger and in the dark about it.

"He- blood-" and "Stup- damn child!- can-" and "Hit him..- hard" and "Kat- Excuses...!". Wow. There was too much going on. So much being said and too much being unsaid. What was he doing again? Who was speaking? Warmth ran down Bakugou's forehead. It tickled. It felt wet. He scrunched his eyebrows from the sensation and another wave of pulsing pain ran through him, seizing up his muscles once again. Oh.

Head injury. He must have a head injury. That would explain the confusion. The wet warmth must have be blood. He was bleeding. And- he gathered up all of this information, the blood, the pain, the confusion- that meant he probably had a concussion. He should assess the damage- that's what he was taught, right? Assess the injuries of the civilian before proceeding with how to handle them. If their neck or spine seemed to be a part of the injury, they needed to be stabilized before anything else. If there was excessive bleeding, the cause should be pinpointed and treated. Move the civilian to a safe area and wait for medical personal to arrive to treat further. That- it made sense. He should assess the damage. Treat his injuries.

Bakugou tried moving his hand. He felt drunk and numb and couldn't exactly pinpoint where he was going, but after seconds of effort that made his chest burn, he felt his fingertips touch at his forehead. The first thing he noticed was the stickiness and the thickness of his own blood, and- and how didn't he notice the strong smell of rusted metal before? It was pungent and fresh and burned his nose. He travelled upward toward his hair line, feeling his caked up hair and tender scalp. It seemed to radiate all to one point toward the back of his head. Surprise attack, then? A villain who couldn't face him and cowardly waited until he had turned his back? Why couldn't he remember? Bakugou groaned, the frustration on becoming more and more cognizant but the being truth just out of reach piling on top of the persistent pain.

"Mitsuki, please stop! He's already soaking our carpet, this can wait until the morning."

Abruptly, a cold hand grips the neck of Bakugou's shirt and rips his subconscious from the tidal wave that was threatening to drown him. Oh. That was his father speaking.

The memories came rushing over him as soon as he heard his mother's name. It almost hurt, the way he jerks to recognition, eyes snapping open wide and adrenaline shooting through his veins.

Bakugou was home. He was at the bottom of his stairs. He had gotten back from late night practice. Too late, if he went by his mother's words as soon as he walked through the door. She was pissed, he was able to feel that as soon as he saw her tense form. Just looking for someone to take it out on. And that made Bakugou a prime target. He doesn't exactly remember the argument. But he remembers the hits and the hair pulling and the pushing, until he finally broke away and tried making a run for his room. He had almost made it, too. Until his mother was somehow there and screaming something and then he felt glass shattering over the back of his head. He must have fallen down the stairs after that and lost consciousness.

"No, Masaru! I'm too damn tired of this boy's disrespect! We give him everything and he can't even be bothered to fucking show up to dinner? If he needs respect beaten into him, I am well within my right to do that!" Mitsuki screeches once again and the words force Bakugou to come to a quick realization- he might be battered and bleeding, but that doesn't mean his +mother is done with him. She's never known restraint. Never been able to see when she's about to cross a line or go too far.

And Bakugou was a lot of things, but not an idiot- he knows his body can't take much more of this without lasting damage. He could barely think straight, let alone defend himself. How many more kicks to the ribs before his lungs were punctured? How many more hits to the head before he began to seize?

Would his mother even think to take him to the hospital, or would he be forced to lay there, coughing on his own blood and hoping he won't need to drop out of the hero course due to his injuries?

"Katsuki! Do you hear me? Do you still need the respect beaten into you, hm, brat?!"

There's something inside Bakugou in that moment that changes. A flip of a switch, two pieces clicking together, a quiet sense of calm- or maybe acceptance. His mother was coming toward him again. He could feel that. Feel the vibrations of her stomps down the stairs through the carpeted floorboards. His mother was coming toward him again- and it wasn't to calmly discuss the situation. She was coming to kick, bite, and scratch. There was a chill that seemed to reverberate through Bakugou's bones.

Time began to slow.

He could almost visualize his mother in that moment. The scowl on her perfectly pink lips, the disgusted scrunch of her nose. Her red eyes, so similar to her bastard son's, squinted and full of utter resentment. Her styled sweater and how it's arm sleeves were rolled up so Bakugou had less of a chance to pull her off balance by grabbing at her clothes. It was so... predictable. So terrifyingly familiar.

So he knew exactly what was coming next.

There was a thought that passed through his mind, then. I could run. It was just a moment. Just a small, desperate little plead to himself, a familiar lie that he's told himself every time his mother crossed another line. A lie he's never spent too much time dwelling on. But it caught on something- some nook or edge or crick in his head. I could run. I could leave. I could go somewhere safe. The chain began to loop, over and over and over until there was some foreign feeling building up in his chest. But where have I ever been safe? Where can I go where she won't follow me? Where can I go where she won't hurt somebody else?

Bakugou's head desperately races through the possibilities, anything, anywhere he can hide away at. UA? No, no, like hell they'll believe the boy that carries the title of 'Beast of Class 1-A' before his poor, victimized, crying mommy. Even with these damn wounds- all teachers were the same. Deku's? Fuck, why would he even consider that? Inko would kick him out on his ass for everything he's done to her son, hell might even call Mitsuki to collect him off her doorstep. She was always too polite to punish Bakugou herself.

Fuck, fuck. Where can I go? Where am I safe?

Nowhere. He was never safe- he has never been safe. He was born into a family of venom and that venom now runs through his veins. He is connected perpetually to this house, this life, chained down and no matter how much he struggles he is not safe. Bakugou's mind sifts through his memories. It all flashes before him. Trying to find some safe haven, some light to break through the storm clouds, some bolt cutters to snap the locks keeping him stuck.

But when he was four all he can remember is being screamed at for dropping a cup and spilling his milk.

Nine- losing a loose tooth from being slapped across the cheek.

Twelve- being slammed against a wall and choked until he saw stars.

And then he was fifteen and being strapped against a concrete slab, forced to accept a medal he didn't want. Not even months later, he was kidnapped.

There is no safety for him anymore, is there? No reprieve, nothing out there. He's ruined it all. His mother has ruined it, too. No place out there is good enough, not anymore. The panic inside of him feels all consuming, it overpowers the pain in his body completely. The realization this was going to be his life for years. Even when he moved out, she would always follow him, wouldn't she? Cursing him and bringing him down until he's nothing but her words, her reflection. It was too late for him, he knew that. Nowhere. He belonged nowhere. He was tainted. There wasn't anyone to, no one would,-... No one. A breath gets caught in Bakugou's throat.

No one. Person.

Oh. Kirishima.

The thought of the name twists Bakugou's insides. It almost discombobulates him, the stark difference between the terror and pain and loneliness he was just suffocating in, to the warmth of thinking about the redhaired boy. It wraps him in some weird blanket of... Secureness? Comfort? Trust? It was unfamiliar, new. But he knew why.

Kirishima was... different. He was this stupidly persistent ball of light and smiles and hair dye, and he somehow was able to worm his way past all of the walls Bakugou had built brick by brick. He listened to all the silent cues and never pushed boundaries and was so, so trusting. He had barely known Bakugou before he jumped into battle with him, fighting off villains back to back. All while taking stray explosions like a champ and keeping that dumb shark tooth smile on his face. Crying like a newborn baby as soon as Katsuki called him post-kidnapping. Cooking him his mother's soup recipe when Bakugou trained himself into quirk sickness.

He was... Kirishima was safe. Made Bakugou feel safe. And, wow, that was something, wasn't it? In his whole life, throughout all of his years, all of his experiences, this one stupid boy was the only person who has ever made him feel truly secure.

Bakugou could- he could make a life with that. Make sense of it, build with it. Run to it. (He wondered. Kirishima fretted over just a cold. What would it be like to be cared for so deeply, to have his wounds treated by soft hands, his blood wiped away with gentle touch?)

And blind hope, desire, it doesn't get anybody anywhere. Especially in hero work. Katsuki knew that.

However, neither does being beaten half an inch away from death in your own house.

Yet, before Bakugou could listen to the alarming pit in his stomach, there was a sudden rough kick to his chest. Freshly manicured toenails jab right into his ribs, knocking the breath from his lungs and leaving crescent shaped wounds. He lurches forward, almost curling in on himself, as a round of coughs and choked inhales burn in his throat. Spit dribbles past his lips, right onto the already blood stained eggshell white carpet. His mind buzzes.

"What? Did I beat the damn ears of your big head or something? You answer me when I'm speaking to you, I am your mother!" Mitsuki's voice was shrill and had the migraine in his head radiating down to his jaw. Her hand comes down and wraps around the hair near his scalp and she tugs.

Bakugou is forced upward from the ground, to his knees, then to his feet and- god, he doesn't even know how he's able to stand in that moment. The world is tilting on it's axis and won't stop spinning and he can no longer tell his left from his right. The corners of his vision blur together- brown and beige and grey and white all blending and mushing together. It's nauseating. The only reprieve from it all is the spots dancing in front of him, which distort the image of his fuming mother.

"Bakugou Katsuki, you better answer me this second or I swear to fucking god I will beat you unrecognizable." The grit in her tone is what wakes Bakugou up enough. Adrenaline, the fight-or-flight instinct hardwired into his brain, squeezes at his muscles and constricts his pupils. He needed to run.

He can't exactly describe the feeling that beats through his chest, or where it came from. Whether it was courage or blindness or concussion induced mania. But in that moment he didn't see his mother in front of him. He didn't see the blonde spiky hair or the ruby eyes or the pale skin that he inherited. He saw an enemy- a villain. A villain who needed to be defeated, even if that defeat came in the form of high tailing it out of there.

"Fuck you!" Bakugou spits, literally, in the face of his scowling mother. The blood tints the liquid pink and it lands right under her eye, sliding down her blushed cheek like some morbid watercolor painting.

There's a moment there where it feels the entire world goes quiet. Everything pauses. The static in his ears clears and his father's ignored comments in the background stop and his mother's harsh breathing quiets.

He can see the realization on her face, the shock, the way her eyebrows raise and her lips part and the anger temporarily fades. But Bakugou knows this is short lived- he knows in not even two seconds, everything will snap back into place and his mother's anger will come back threefold and then nothing will be able to stop her from raining fists down on him. He knows.

So he takes his chance.

Bakugou rips himself from his mother's grip, his own fingers curling around Mitsuki's wrist, squeezing it as hard as he can and yanking it away as soon as her grip softens. And just like that, he's free. She's not touching him and he's not touching her and there's nothing keeping him here anymore. Nothing keeping him in this stupid fucking house with too much blood on the floor and not enough pictures hung on the wall.

He runs. Turns his back to his mother and trips over his feet once, twice, before darting to the door and tugging on the polished doorknob. The gut twisting screech Mitsuki lets out behind him it enough to make his blood freeze. A flash of red hair and pretty eyes appear in his mind. And, running purely on blood loss induced lightheadedness and his flight instinct, Bakugou whips the door open so hard he can hear it's hinges squeal. A gust of skin-biting wind rushes at him and, right, that's why he's home- it was winter break. The cold has tears pricking at his eyes but he doesn't give himself the time to think twice about it.

His mother was barely three large steps away from forcing him back in her grasp and he couldn't even think about what she would do if she caught him right now. And he sure as hell didn't want to find out, either.

Bakugou runs.

Kirishima hums to himself, a song that's been stuck in his head all day, as he throws piles of dirty clothes into the washing machine. School was starting up again in a few days and his ma had been on his ass about cleaning the uniforms since the start of break, and his procrastination was finally biting him in the ass. For all the clothes he was bringing back to the dorms, he probably had at least two more loads to do as well. Even if he did it all one right after the other, plus packing right after that, it was still going to take a good chunk of time he rather spend gaming or relaxing. He could almost hear his ma laughing at him from the kitchen- "I told you so, Ei! You never listen to your Ma, do ya?"

"Why is she always right?" Kirishima grumbles under his breath, throwing the last of the clothes in before shutting the lid and starting the wash cycle. He then fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks the time- 9:38PM. He had at the very least another three hours to zone in on some video games before he was forced asleep by the anxiety of messing up his sleep schedule. He clicked open the groupchat of the self proclaimed 'Bakusquad' and sent a quick text. Hey, anyone wanna facetime and find a game to play? I'm NOT about to waste the last few days of break.

No one was online, yet. Kirishima groans and pockets his phone, letting his boredom get the best of him and walking out into the kitchen. There has to be something there he can snack on until one of his friends respond. At the dining table, his mom sits with her legs crossed and her tablet in hand, scrolling through whatever new fantasy book she's gotten hooked on this week. Across from her, is his ma, who is still knitting a sweater she started on weeks ago. It was meant for Kirishima to take back home after break, so these past few days she's been diligently working to make that happen. They both perk up as soon as they catch his bright red hair in the peripheral of their vision.

"Oh, sweetie, did you finally start your laundry?" His ma says, looking up at him from piles of yarn. Her tone is polite, but Kirishima can sense the 'I told you so' behind her words. He sighs and nods.

"Yeah. yeah, I did. Just started it and I'm gonna switch it to the dryer before I head to bed." There's a pleased hum from his ma and she smiles teasingly over at him.

"There's some leftover tea cookies over by the oven, if you want some. I was just about to put them away." His mom says and Kirishima's eyes light up. He had one or two earlier before he had to drag himself away to training, And he wasn't about to say no to a second helping of them.

"Awesome, thanks mom! I'll take some up to my room. I'm trying to get some game time in before break." He grabs the leftover plate, only a handful of the treats left, and gives a small wave to his parents before exiting the kitchen.

The living room was quiet, a show playing on the television simply for background purposes and something for his moms to discuss when the drama got loud enough for them to hear. In the corner next to the T.V. was the Christmas tree, still decorated and a few piles of gifts underneath that haven't been put away, yet. Kirishima supposed he also needed to do that before he left back to UA. But, as his bed and game console called to him, he decided that could be left for another day. He hummed, once again the same tune from earlier, and made his way to the stairs.

Just as he was nearing the door, a knock sounded out. Once, twice, then a third time. Kirishima scrunched his eyebrows in confusion- had his parents invited somebody over? Was the mailman only just getting to the house? There's another knock, this one a bit weaker, almost as if a palm had slapped against the wood. The boy sighs and sets down the tray of cookies, called out behind him before his mom or ma got up, "I'll get it!"

He wipes his hands on his shirt before twisting the doorknob and opening the door, ready to either have the most awkward interaction with the mailman or be plastered in kisses by his parent's friends.

Instead, his heart stops, and he quickly forgets about how cold it is outside, as he catches the sight of his best friend covered in red and swaying on unstable feet.

It takes a second for his body to catch up to what his eyes are seeing. There's a moment where Kirishima and Bakugou simply stare at each other. It almost feels as if his soul had been ripped from his body and he's become some third spectator, seeing everything from a distance. Like this wasn't actually his life and he was watching some stupid horror movie. But all he can focus on is dark red and maroon and pink and he thinks- there's too much of it, too much blood. He swears he sees more of it than he sees pale skin.

Bakugou can see in real time how his friend's red eyes go from widening in shock to hardening in terror.

All it takes is a ragged gasp from the boy to shock Kirishima back into his body. "Kirishima- I.. I d-didn't know where el-else to go." His words break between shivers.

The redhead can almost feel the powerful steel of instinct blind him. He leaves the warmth, the safety of his home, stepping out past the doorframe and into the cold with Bakugou. Kirishima grasps at his friend, his shoulders, pulling the blonde in until his tinted pink face is pressed into Eijirou's chest. There's a surge of defensive that swells inside of him as he feels just how uncontrollably Bakugou is shaking, how freezing he is. The boy wraps his arms around his friend. One arm around his waist, the other around his shoulders, a hand sprawled on the back of his neck, cradling him closer and closer until every inch of them are touching.

"Oh my god, what happened to you!? Who did this? Fuck, you're so cold. Did you walk here or something? How long have you been out here?" Kirishima's questions are spilling from his lips one after the other- he can't help it. Just the sight of Bakugou- the horror the anxiety, the fear it causes, it all coils tightly in his chest until he can barely breathe. There's something thrumming under his skin, some urge or impulse sending spikes of adrenaline through his heart. Above all, is the utter feeling of guilt that consumes everything else in it's path. Bakugou hadn't texted him all day- how wasn't he concerned? How didn't Kirishima know something was wrong? Why didn't he realize something could have happened? Bakugou might hate texting with every fiber of his being, but he always texted Kirishima back at least once.

God, and to think he swore he wouldn't let something like this happen again after Kamino- How did he let himself break that?

Bakugou groans something unintelligible against Kirishima's chest. The boy snaps away,- oh god, did he hurt him? Fuck, why didn't he assess his injuries first, what if he made something worse?- and pulls himself from the hug. The blonde is barely standing on his own two feet, swaying left to right. And his eyes, oh god, they barely seem cognizant. Slow blinking and shifting pupils, as if there wasn't a spot they can decide to focus on. But they're still somehow on Kirishima, seeming to drift from his hair to his cheeks to his eyes, almost analyzing.

"I-I'm okay, I just-" Bakugou's tongue darts out from his lips and swipes at some dried blood, "I.. I don't know why I'm h-here. What the fuck am I doing?"

The last part was lowered, as if the blonde was speaking to himself, trying to convince himself of something. Tears prick at Kirishima's eyes. His friend, his closest friend, was on his doorstep, bloody and barely there and fuck. He's finally able to gain enough sense to try and categorize the injuries. There was a lot of blood and he couldn't tell if all of it came from the same source or if there was just that many wounds. There were many bruises, though, and some red splotches. But the most concerning was his head. Usually ash blonde hair was now caked up with blood that spread across his hairline and down his forehead, some of it even staining his lips and chin. The injury actually made Kirishima feel dizzy. He knew that if they were in the right lighting, he would see uneven pupils in Bakugou's eyes. There's no way something so severe didn't cause a concussion, or worse, a cracked skull.

Another gust of winter wind blows through and both boys tense with how hard they shiver. It has Kirishima stepping closer to Bakugou once more, and his cold hands come up to cusp at the boy's cheeks. He let's out a small, pitiful sob. His thumbs gently caress bloody skin, desperate to warm up the boy who always despised the cold. "Please, Katsuki- I'm here, I swear, you can tell me what happened. Why don't you come inside? Let me patch you up, god, just let me-" He cuts his own words off with another cry.

Bakugou stares for a few seconds. Lips parted with sharp inhales, a softness in his eyes that Kirishima can't truly describe. The blonde boy swallows and leans into the comforting touch. He lets himself bask in it- the gentle hand he had wondered about hours earlier. It felt even better, the warmth of the skin against numbingly cold cheeks. The redhead feels the tears cascade down his face the longer the seconds tick on. Bakugou's eyes slowly slide close, and his own hands come up to cradle Kirishima's.

For a moment, Kirishima can feel his world stop. He watches with wet eyes as his friend seeks comfort in him like he never had before. It's... frightening. How hurt must he have gotten to so willingly let his walls crumble down? How long had it been since he last had a soothing touch? It rips the boy's heart in two.

"C-Come on, man, it's too cold out here. Y-You can stay the night, really it's no issue, I just- I'll make you some hot cocoa and my moms made some cookies and- and you can play on my switch while I warm up some blankets for you," Kirishima tries once more, tapping on Bakugou's cheek until red eyes open.

But, when they do this time, there's a sadness in them. A deep, inexplicable look of despair that no teenage boy should ever be forced to carry.

"I... I have t-to go. I don't know why I even- I ne-never should've come here. Fuck, what was I even th-thinking?" And those words have Kirishima's stomach dropping into the depths of panic.

"Wh-what, no, Baku-" He's cut off by the boy taking a shaky step backward, removing their hands from his cheeks. It has a feeling of desperation clawing it's way up the redhead's throat.

"Sh-She, fuck, she could h-hurt you, I can't- I don;t- I never sh-should have came here, I.. I'm leaving. She can't find y-you- find me here with you."

And Kirishima doesn't understand a single thing coming out of Bakugou's mouth right now, he doesn't understand the sudden urgency in the boy that looked like he was about to drop dead just seconds ago. But he won't let the injured blonde slip away so easily, so quickly, not while he's this hurt. Not in this cold. Eijirou grabs at his friend's shoulders as a whole new round of tears swim in his eyes.

"No! No, Bakugou. I'm not letting you leave, you- you're in no state! I would never forgive myself if I let something happen to you, please, fuck man- just come inside and we can talk this out!" Kirishima cries pathetically, his heart aching, "Just- just stay for a little while. At least let me patch you up- or, or get you warm, you could get hypothermia, and you're quirk- it makes it so much easier, so please, please, just- Come inside!"

Bakugou's ruby eyes stare into Kirishima's, wide and surprised and.. there's something swimming in them. Realization, acceptance, something that had a small switch in his brain flicking on and off over and over again until something fried. The blonde steps closer and it's honestly so relieving that Kirishima might just drop to his knees. He- he was going to come inside, and everything was going to be alright. He was going to patch him up and get him in a nice warm shower and call Aizawa for help because god, he may be a hero in training but he doesn't really know what to do right now.

Bakugou hums something under his breath that Kirishima doesn't catch. He's so close, now chest to chest with the boy who won't stop looking at him like there's something there to figure out. "B-Bakugou.." The redhead sighs, and his heart rate picks up even quicker, "Come on, man, let me go make you that hot co-"

Kirishima is quieted suddenly with a pair of lips pressing against his. Oh.

Oh.

His heart thumps straight up into his throat as soon as reality catches up to him. Red eyes grow impossibly wide. staring into the face centimeters away from him. The face of his best friend, the bloodied boy on his doorstep- Bakugou Katsuki. The blonde's eyes were closed and his face was entirely relaxed, no scowl or scrunch of pain. Just lips, soft lips that taste a bit too metallic-y, pressed on to Kirishima's. Bakugou was kissing him. Kissing him.

He's frozen. He doesn't know what to do besides close his own eyes and lean into the kiss, pouring as much emotions as he can into it until the saltiness of his tears mix in with the sourness of the dried blood. Oh god, this was not how I wanted our first kiss to go.

Bakugou pulls away and Kirishima is barely there. He's swimming inside his own head, the entire situation becoming so much and too overwhelming and fuck, his crush just kissed him on his doorstep after being beaten bloody. Fuck. His crush was beaten bloody. Still, with untreated wounds. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground.

The blonde steps back again and it feels like the world is crumbling around both of them. Bakugou is frowning but it wobbles so much it almost looks like a smile. His eyes are full of tears, so full of tears, but nothing spills out. Kirishima cries as he takes another step back.

"I-I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I have to go, Eijirou. I-... I'll see you."

And Kirishima is reaching out to catch him, catch anything- an arm, a hand, his shirt, something- but Bakugou is already turning and he's already running and the redhead can only watch as his best friend leaves a bloody trail down the street.

Kirishima sobs.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x kirishima #kirishima eijiro #bakushima #krbk #kiribaku #kiribaku imagine #angst #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #mha bakugou #mha #mha imagines #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines

[kiribakuincorrect]

Kirishima: this is real

Bakugo : I know

Kirishima: you're my husband

Bakugo : I'm your husband

Kirishima: you married me… in front of people

Bakugo: i know. i was there

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou x kirishima #bakushima #incorrect my hero academia quotes #books #kirishima x bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou kirishima #kirishima headcanon #kirishima #fanarts kiribaku #kiribaku #bnha kiribaku #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakukiri

[lazywriters-blog]

Yandere Bakugo and Kirishima, who are brothers not by blood and a two-man army of Pro-heroes, they're best buds one hasn't betrayed the other in forever and they both think they would never, their friendship goes way back and it grows stronger with every battle won and every victory taken with each other's strengths.

Of course, that is until they meet her.

Though Kirishima would never think about throwing his bro under the bus for his dream girl, he would be lying if he said he hasn't thought about it and subconsciously made preparations to make it happen, Bakugo thinks he's doing a good job at hiding his huge crush and he would have been right if his friend hadn't known him long enough to deduce what he's feeling.

They both gradually figure each other out in secret and though it's not talked about, one can assume something happened to throw each other in harm's way when fighting a mega-villain and accidentally pushing one into an incoming assault. It's when things will start to darken up, and anyone can see something is wrong with them if they're tampering and adding something to the other's meal and being so casual about it.

The war only starts when Kirishima posts a picture of her and him smiling in the camera and Bakugo's jealousy starts showing its ugly head, the thing is he comes up empty-handed when compared to a social butterfly like Kirishima who knows how to make someone comfortable and say the right things, darling does not stand a chance against the blonde's strange way of communication and would prefer the red-haired one because he's smiling and being so gentle. Unlike someone.

It truly makes Bakugo's blood boil watching his friend and his darling share a glass of ice cream he's left alone to witness, and how Kirishima is enjoying tasting each bite from her spoon with her saliva on it, he comes home and smashes his mirrors into pieces. He decides it's time to finally take up a book on 'How to Win Someone Over!'

He tries his best but Darling is still wary of him however knows not to make him upset so she plays along and at a very slow pace, they become comfortable around each other but not enough for her to let down her guard and allow him the same affection she gives to Kirishima who gets his daily fill of physical contact, sweet praises and encouraging words.

It gets him so down, that he's out of character.

While Kirishima can laugh and joke with Darling and even brush hands until she permits him to hold her hand and eventually he thinks their friendship will slide down a romantic path and then he wins at life, he can grow old with her and have kids who look just like him and her.

But he'd forgotten about his best friend.

Who goes out of his way to force a ring on his darling's finger and register their names as lifelong partners. He might even go as far as to baby trap Darling so that Kirishima doesn't win and that his victory is guaranteed. Because he doesn't lose to anyone.

They both decide getting rid of each other is the only way they can have Darling all to oneself.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yan yan #yandere drabble #yandere katsuki x reader #yandere kirishima #yandere kiribaku #yandere eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #eijirou x reader #yandere my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha x reader

[real-life-cloud]

kirishima's day off, but he still wakes up early to spend the morning with his boyfriend before work ♥

#krbk #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bnha #mha #the sky draws #in that mood where i dont wanna color or render anythign #drawing clutter is fun tho teehee #i imagine that kiri is super not a morning person but he gets up anyways and bkg is like u can. go back to sleep its fine.a nd hes like NO! #I NEED TO SPEND TIME W .. u.. zz...zzzz #falls asleep on bkg as he's making coffee

[tootiecakes234]

Random MHA Relationship Headcanons

Includes: Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima

Katsuki Bakugo:

SFW

• Man is the most attentive. He has a great memory and knows all types of things about you which makes him an amazing gifts giver

• Starting off he’s not very comfortable with physical touch. He’s just not used to being cared for in that way. Even when he starts accepting it more, it takes him a while longer to get to a point where he will start initiating

• He’s so very blunt. You cook food and he doesn’t like it, he tells you. Pick an outfit he thinks looks bad, telling you to change immediately. Over time he gets to a point where he’s a little bit softer about HOW he says it, but he’s still gonna say it.

• Man’s does not tolerate disrespect towards you or himself but ESPECIALLY towards you! Will start blowing shit up if anyone says anything even remotely out of line to or about you.

• Yes he’s crass, he’s got sass and he can sometimes be a bit of an ass, but baby boy literally thinks you hung the moon and the stars.

Eijiro Kirishima

•Big guy falls hard and fast. You’d be on your second date and say something that makes you 2 cry from laughing and all of of sudden it just hits him and from then on out he’s whipped.

• Will never admit it, but he LOVES being little spoon. Even though he’s bigger than you, he feels so safe when you’re holding him.

•Eijiro love language is definitely quality time. Considering his life as a pro hero, he really values every minute he gets to spend with you.

• He is also the type to go into the store with full confidence when buying your period products. 100% confident in his masculinity. Now knows the exact products you need and when you’re running low. I feel like he also tries to track your cycle.

• He will 100% eat whatever you make for him. It could be a little burned, dry, or salty and he’s still going to scarf it down like it’s his favorite thing.

#bakugou drabble #bakugou x reader #imagine #katsuki bakugo mha #mha fanfiction #bakugo headcanons #drabble #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #kiribaku #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #kirishima x bakugou #kirishima x reader #relationship headcanons

[kaidabakugou]

bet bakugou is one of those very twitchy dudes when he sleeps, just random jumps and shakes that make the whole bed stir, causing you to jump as well when his arms are wrapped around you holding you tight against him

kirishima is the type that when you randomly look at him in the middle of the night, he’s sleeping with his mouth fully open, head thrown back with his mane of hair all over the place, some of it tangled across his forehead as breathy snores fill the room

#kai.rambles #i just imagine trying to nap with them and one is twitching randomly waking you up #and when you try to fall back asleep the other is snoring right next to your ear #skskksbds i hate them 😭 #kiribaku #kiribaku x reader

[mistressreaper]

Imagine pro hero Kiri and Kats retiring to their apartment after a hard day waiting for you to drop by with the take out you promised them. As they’re waiting they have a conversation about you; they talk about how soft your skin is, how bright your eyes are, the sweet scent of your hair after you get out of the shower. They both knew they needed to do something about their crush on you, coming to the conclusion that they’ll need a taste of dessert after dinner😉

Photo credit to Pinterest

#bakugou katsuki x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #imagine #snippet #dabi x reader #aizawa smut #shota aizawa x reader #bakukiri #bakusquad #kiribaku

[sappho-the-kitten-tamer]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBY!!!

#bnha #mha #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #kirishima #boku no hero academia #kirishima imagine #bnha kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader comfort #kirishima x reader fluff #kiribaku #kirishima x reader smut #eijiro x reader #bnha kirishima eijirou #eijiro kirishima x reader

[im-so-tired-sorry]

Cramping

kiribaku x gn!reader

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

it was truly a three person effort.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh”

“oh”

…

…

“OH”

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

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

“to, fuck, to lay down.”

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

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

“you need anything else?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mmmm”

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

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

“do you want it or not?”

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

“how do you feel?”

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

“is there anything i can do?”

“take this feeling away.”

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

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

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

you shrugged in response.

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

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

“what happened?”

“nothing!”

“are you hurting again?”

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

“did you stain the sheets?”

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

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

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

“of course i don’t mind!”

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

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

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

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

you nodded, excited to rest with your partners.

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

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

and with that, you three fell asleep.

#bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #bhna bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo #bnha bakugou #kirishima headcanon #kirishima eijiro fluff #bnha eijiro kirishima #kiribaku x y/n #bnha kirishima #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku #kirishima x y/n #kirishima imagine #kirishima eijirou

[obitohno]

he isn’t sure whose dumb idea this was, but when someone suggests a game of the spin the bottle, and although he initially grumbles about being too old for this shit, bakugo is one of the first to wedge himself into the shoddily formed circle when he overhears you agreeing to take part. sulking from his spot between kirishima and denki, he all but snatches the emptied wine bottle from the redhead’s fingers, ignoring the toothy grin that is shot his way when his fist curls around the bottleneck.

all eyes are on him as he taps the rim to his knuckles, before placing it into the centre of the circle, jaw ticking with irritation when his small crowd of friends are suddenly sharing a muted silence with bated breath. forcing his expression into one of feigned indifference, he doesn’t notice the knowing smirk that tugs at kirishima’s mouth when his daze dares to dart towards where you’re watching just as intently, your stare fixated to the twist of the bottle that spins and spins and spins.

until, finally, it stills.

upon you.

bakugo doesn’t have time to decipher the snort that jumps from the back of kirishima’s throat, because you’re already shuffling your way toward him, a wry smile curling the shape of your lips. there’s an uncomfortable weight that itches the back of his neck, knowing that everyone is watching, but the nervous coil in his stomach dissipates with the first tentative brush of your mouth to his own.

pulse hammering at the base of his throat, there’s a bite of relief that slumps his shoulders when he feels the tell-tale stutter of your breath unsteadily fluttering over the curve of his cheek—a sure sign of your own apprehension. still, he welcomes the way that you press your mouth to his, with a little more confidence this time, flinching when your fingers tickle along the cut of his jaw.

‘sorry,’ you murmur an apology, its breathlessness jolting a heat that’s quickly forming low between his legs. he smothers the unnecessary regret with a swipe of his tongue gliding along the seam of your lips.

you taste better than he’s imagined, if the rumbling groan that trickles from the depths of his chest and into the wet cavern of your waiting mouth is anything to go by. immediately, your answering keen, fanned from out of your nostrils, is furiously swallowed by the insistent curl of his tongue that’s already wound its home around the length of your own. there’s a hand that comes to rest at the nape of your neck, possessive as well as steadying, and it is your fingers that are threading into the tresses of his hair, knotted tightly and tugging yet another sharp grunt from the back of his throat.

there’s a throbbing need that repeatedly pangs at the apex of your thighs, which only quickens when he moans into the heat of your mouth, his teeth scraping over the plush of your bottom lip before he dares to suckle on the tip of your tongue. the crooks of his knuckles tighten where they still claim the back of your neck, and it is only when you gently mewl the syllables of his names to the corner of his widening smirk that he finally retreats just enough to allow you to catch your breath.

‘woah,’ someone breathes—denki, bakugo recognises the awed lilt of his voice—‘that was hot.’

beside him, kirishima’s voice sounds hoarse, ‘fuck… yeah, it was.’

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works.

#♡ jordy is writing ♡ #mha x reader #mha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #soft bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou thirst #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku #kiribaku fluff #mha thirst #bakugou imagine #mha imagines

[zanarkandskylines]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

───

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is absolutely amazing, Ba-”

“Jus’ call me Katsuki.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? Good to know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I do something wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

next entry: delicate (isn’t it?)

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

[serosblunt]

BakuSquad Boys: Showering with Them (Pt. 1)

BakuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Sero & Denki

Warnings: None really; mentions of shaving, nudity, hints at spicier things.

Description: What I imagine showering with these two would be like, from how often they shower to skincare routines and fun little quirks they have. Kirishima and Bakugo coming soon in part 2 :)

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He loves to bathe with you, no matter how it’s done. Bath vs. shower, quick or not, he doesn’t care. Sero’s convinced it’s one of the most intimate things in the world. Especially when he shaves your legs for you.

He gets it, sometimes the feeling of hair is overwhelming, but you’re too tired to be able to shave yourself, and honestly, you can’t help but fall in love with the way he plants kisses up your calves as he goes.

Trust me when I tell you ladies, gents and everyone in between, this man is the KING of shaving for you. Body part is irrelevant, he’s got it. Just put your leg up on his, babe, and you’re good to go. And if waxing is more your style, you’re in luck! Your charming boyfriend comes with a handsome smile and an unlimited supply of tape- a handy substitute for wax strips.

Hanta spent hours practicing on patches of his own hair so as to perfect his technique before he dared risk damaging your beautiful skin.

You’re usually both nightly shower-ers, unless Hanta’s weekly night shift interferes, which he hates more than anything. Showering alone in those boxy agency stalls could go suck ass as far as he was concerned. He lives for quiet nights with you. This is where the routine usually begins.

An intimate dinner, low music playing in the background to fill the silence, or burning conversation that just couldn’t wait to be heard. But normally this is saved for the bathroom, this is where you both really begin to wind down for the night.

Celebrating your vulnerability by talking about your days, and gently massaging the stress out of aching muscles; kissing away annoyances to replace them with a new, more comfortable warmth.

The tape-hero’s arms wrap around you from behind as you do your skincare in the mirror. He places gentle kisses to your neck as he patiently waits his turn. There’s never a burden behind these touches, nothing that says you have to go further. Nevertheless, you appreciate the love he puts into each caress of your skin, despite already knowing the outcome of the night will be an early bed time to combat Hanta’s outrageous patrol schedule, and you happily curled up in your hero’s chest. Once Sero does get his turn in front of the mirror, his routine is quite simple.

Having already brushed his teeth to keep that signature smile shining, he uses a basic facial cleanser - one you got him onto. After that, there’s another mystery product that he can never pronounce, but the serum has helped his childhood acne scars to no end. Slap on a bit of moisturiser and he’s done. Simple as that.

He never had a skincare routine before he met you, so these steps feel like quite a milestone achievement to him. Needless to say, he ALWAYS sticks to his routine, and he’s quick to pull you up and help you with yours if you happen to be slacking a little that day.

Never in the history of the world, has a man gone more feral for someone’s body than Denki does for yours. You like to joke that he was actually born with some sort of bloodhound quirk crossed with his electricity. Only your loving boyfriend doesn’t smell blood, oh no. He has a wicked sixth sense about when you are actually, or are planning to get naked; and he refuses to be absent for that particular event.

He normally showers every second day, most of the time that happens to be at the agency, out of convenience. It serves as a good visual reminder to him. He’s not a barbarian though, if he needs a shower, he’ll take one. Besides, it’s not like his routine is exactly consistent. If you’re naked too…well, who could resist?

However, on the odd occasion when you are showering and he doesn’t feel like joining you, he’s not just going to leave the bathroom. No, no, that little sneak will be watching the entire time.

The two of you can still carry on with a conversation for the most part, but the second you stretch your arms up to wash your hair, he’s a goner.

Droolin’ fool type goner.

Kaminari considers it his duty to moisturise your body. He especially admires how smooth your skin is after you’ve exfoliated, but he thinks you’re smokin’ either way. He’s just honoured that you even let him touch you like that. It’s arguably his favourite part of the day, feeling your velvety skin gliding beneath his palms. And it’s not like you dont get anything out of the experience either ;)

Hear me out, Denki LOVES doing skincare with you. Any excuse he has to get close to you is a win in his mind.

To the blond, the feeling of your hands on his face are equally as soothing as the water itself. Your apartment doesn’t have any of those fancy water filters on the faucets, thus, Denki finds showers particularly calming after a long day. Tap water is a good conductor of electricity, and is often useful in helping your sparking boyfriend come back to himself after he’s overused his quirk, or just had a bit of a rough mission.

Sometimes, he can quite literally feel his quirk humming through his skin as it recharges itself, occasionally leaving tiny Lichtenberg figures down his arms.

If you ever do a facemask on yourself without telling your boyfriend, he actually considers it a personal offence. His motto when it comes to skincare is, whatever goes on your skin, goes on his.

Cleansers, serums, balms, creams, masks, the whole nine yards. Denki has never complained once because he truly loves every minute of it. To him, it feels like you guys are secretly matching in an odd way. As he inhales the lingering scent of the new moisturiser you had wanted to try the night before, he’s reminded of all the laughs you’ve had in your tiny apartment ensuite.

Like when he tried to kiss you through the ill-fitting lip sections of a sheet mask, before you had pulled away, lightly swatting his shoulder and warning him about ingesting the serum. The subtle feeling of being close to you provides memories he carries with him everywhere throughout his day, like a badge of honour.

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[kiribakuincorrect]

Bakugo: so you're telling me that you bought barbie tickets because they remind you of me

Kirishima: *nods*

Bakugo: but hasn't it occurred to you to think of me with the movie that has explosions and is about atomic bombs?

Kirishima: *denies*

….

Kirishima: I just wanted to be your Ken

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[gglitch1dd]

It's alright, Sunflower

Me stepping out of my hiatus to write a Kiribaku comfort fic for one of my most devoted readers here on tumblr. *SIGH* I love yall so much, it makes me crazy.

In all real talk baby, @eijiandkatspebble, I don't mind. I'm sorry that happened to you and really, I don't mind writing one. We all need some comfort from our fav best boys.

Note: Depressed reader. Nicknames like "firework", "sunflower", "sweet-pea"

GN!Reader x Kiribaku

"I think it's happening again." Peaking over the edge of the doorway whispering was Kirishima. The redhead's wide red ruby eyes blinked as they watched the still form in their shared bed. He tilted his head in worry as his eyes furrowed. "They've been like that since we left, Katsuki. I'm worried."

Peaking over as well under the redhead was the blond head of puffy hair. Red crimson eyes stared at what Kirishima was looking at. His already scowling face only hardened when he understood the situation. He had a knack for these things, but the only issue was he never knew how to deal with them. When it came to feelings and mental health, he wasn't exactly the guy to call.

Kirishima straightened up, standing back straight in the hallway of their apartment. He sighed as he put his head back against the wall. The tall prohero put a hand through his thick red locks of hair as he looked up at the ceiling. "I wish they talked to us before things got this bad." He let out softly.

With a grunt, Bakugou straightened his own posture before walking to lean against the opposite wall to Kirishima, still able to watch your barely motionless form. "You know how hard it is for them to do that." He let out in an attempt of whispering but sounded more like his normal voice volume. "They... they just..." Bakugou couldn't find the words. He gripped his head for a moment trying to think. Yet everything he thought of whenever it came to when he was in a bad slump was either toxic, unhelpfull or caused a bigger mess than it would be originally. He let out a frustrated growl. "You go talk to them! You're better at the whole comfort stuff than me." He whisper shouted at Kirishima.

Kirishima opened his mouth to try and give Bakugou some credit but he wasn't exactly wrong. Kirishima nodded. "Fine." He let out. He however paused and pointed a finger down at the blond. "But we're talking about you later Katsuki, and don't you dare try and get out of it." He shut down Bakugou before he could even get a word out afterwards. The blond frowned and closed his mouth. He grunted almost disinterested. Kirishima just let out an amused scoff. He took a step forward and placed a kiss to Bakugou's forehead, cupping the back of his head gently. The blond briefly closed his eyes at the affection.

With that, Kirishima turned and entered the bedroom the three of you shared. He smiled softly as he walked over to the right side of the bed and gently sat down near you. You were bundled up in the middle. You could easily feel the bed dip under all his weight as he sat next to you. He placed a hand to your back gently. "Hey there, sunflower." He spoke softly with nothing but care in his voice. "You still there?" He asked.

You didn't move for a moment, not knowing if you even could. With a deep breath with all your might, you moved the blankets to allow your eyes to look up at him. Your eyes felt strained at the light coming in from the hallway contrasting to the dark abyss that was under the sheets. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment but weakly looked up at one of your partners.

Kirishima let out a soft humm as his smile broadened. He pet your head gently. "There you are. Thank you for doing that for me, sunflower." He stated, acknowledging how hard it must have been for you. "Can you talk to me for a second, sweet pea? Katsuki and I are worried about you." He told you honestly.

You looked down away from him. Your body felt so drained. Everything felt heavy and you weren't exactly sure if you could even speak loud enough for him to hear. But it was Kirishima. It was your Eijiro, who always cared to listen to you no matter how long it took.

You swallowed. "I'm sorry, Eiji." You whispered. "I don't know what happened today. I just..." Your heart felt too heavy to explain what was wrong. You sighed as a tear slipped from your eyes in tiredness but also in how drained you felt.

"Y/N, don't apologise. It's alright, Sunflower." He wiped your tear away. "We know how hard some days can feel for you. Don't worry, we understand." He affirmed for you. "Thank you for telling me, sweet-pea. That was really brave of you." He whispered down to you.

He carefully moved to scoop you up in his arms, keeping you bundled up in the blankets. He kept his strong arms around you as he kept your head against his chest. He hummed sweetly as he held you for a moment. You closed your eyes almost in pure relief that for a second, you felt warmness seep into your heart today.

Bakugou walked in with a bowl of soup. He held it safely in his hands with a spoon as he walked over to you and Kirishima. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to the two of you, holding it in his hands safely. He looked up at you gently. "I... I got soup." He let out trying his best not to sound too rough or loud for you. "I think you should eat, Y/N. You got to be strong, remember? You're so strong. You can't keep being strong if you're hungry."

Kirishima smiled at the blond. He looked down at you. You had a soft smile on your own face at Bakugou. He lifted up a spoon full of soup to your mouth carefully. You opened your mouth and allowed him to feed you gently. He had blown the soup to make sure it wouldn't be too hot for you. You could taste the familiar spicy tingle on your tongue (not too hot for you) that he would normally add to most of his food.

You swallowed and smiled. "Thanks, Katsuki." You whispered. You looked up at Kirishima. "Thanks Eiji."

Kirishima placed a kiss to the top of your head as he gently squeezed you in his arms. Bakugou huffed, his cheeks turning pink at the gratitude. He leaned forward to the both of you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Anything for you, sunflower."

-Glitch1d

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE KIRIBAKU HEADCANONS

As we all know, Katsuki Bakugou, aka the deformed looking hedgehog with angry pomeranian problems is a VERY AGGRESSIVE and POSSESSIVE ASF Yandere, not to mention slightly delusional too 

Daddy shark on the other hand, is a very doting yandere and wants to provide the BEST of the BEST for their darling and absolutely LOVES to smother their darling with affection and all that other shit. He is also a very OVERPROTECTIVE one might I add

Having Kirishima around is actually helpful for you since whenever Katsuki gets moody (like, WHEN IS he NOT moody? Lol, I make sound like some moody teenager with anger issues. Oh wait...*insert surprised pikachu face here*) , he tends to take his anger out on his favorite toy, aka you, but lucky for you, Kirishima intervenes and makes him stop acting like a spoiled and bratty child. Kirishima knows how to handle the situation and might even make it easy for you to handle. The way he behaves, you almost forget that he's a yandere,  (NOTICE!! I said, ALMOST) until you try asking for ''certain things'' and you try escaping in which case, OH BOY, I PRAY for you, you're basically toast

It's quite obvious that boom boom boi and rock boi are the dominant ones in the relationship meaning, you're the sub! Congrats and have fun ;)

If they catch you escaping, well... good luck with dealing with their punishments since they can be pretty brutal.... They might say some mean things to you which will also be followed by a few slaps here and there and basically, doing whatever they want with you

But aftercare with them is like 5 star treatment. If you fall into a state of depression and overwhelming sadness that has the look of a puppy getting kicked, they won't be able to stand it since they love you to death and they care for you okay? You're THEIRS and they can't let their darling precious angel enter such a horrible state now, can they?

Aftercare is typically done by you getting squished like a tomato in between them where they'll whisper soothing and sweet things into your ears and try calming you the FREAK down and stroke your hair and give you head pats and massages and especially LOADS of hugs and everyone favourite things: CUDDLES!!!!! They might even let you watch a movie of your choice if you're feeling really down as hell

You'll love the aftercare these strong bois have in store for ya pal. After an escape punishment, Bakugou will still be pissed at you and leave you there but Kirishima will take care of you. He'll make excuses for Bakugou and comfort you. Bakugou will have calmed down by then and he isn't the type to show affection and all that most of the times anyways, so expect to be spoiled to DEATH the next day by him giving you breakfast in bed and he won't exactly apologize but actions speak louder than words, don't they?

They will not hesitate to kill ANYONE who comes in their way. PERIODT. They aren't picky anyways about who to kill. Remember that man who was giving you the wrong look? Eyeballs gouged out. Bones? broken into pieces. Limbs? Ripped apart and torn to shreds. Hotel? Trivago (Lol, I did it again, so proud of myself :) )

If Bakugou snaps, it'll be like some mad dog has finally bitten him, but don't say that to him if you want to go deaf for a whole day. Anywho, if he snaps, good luck dealing with the uncontrollable pomeranian and I offer you my best wishes to you and Kirishima. He won't snap out of it easily and it usually involves him losing control of his emotions where he will hit you and Kirishima. Of course Kirishima WILL protect you and not let you get hit. What sort of man would he be if he lets you get hurt?

Bakugou will eventually realize what he's doing and finally go back to normal and will end up actually apologizing for once in his life and things might go back to normal (Well, as normal as they have been when you've been kidnapped)

If Kirishima is the one to snap, Bakugou won't stop it for a bit. He will calm you down if things start getting too much. If he feels that Kirishima is going too far, he'll just give him a whack on the head that'll ''wake'' him up and all that. Kirishima will go back and forth between spoiling you two and calling himself despicable for two weeks until you and Bakugou do something. If both of them snap... well... you get yo runnin' shoes and hide the HECK away from them and you start getting depressed 

When they get to know about your mental health state, don't be surprised if you wake up in the morning surrounded with over 50+ oversized hoodies and your favorite things. The root of their affection comes from one word. Cuddles. They will cuddle all day and not want to move unless one of you gets hungry. They will give you kisses and shit too but cuddles are their forte

Once you develop Stockholm Syndrome, damn do these two spoil you. They let you get whatever cute outfit you want but they limit if it's more of a household outfit vs going out outfit. Their extremely dominant side comes out because you're timid or rebellious nature has died at this point

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere kirishima x reader x yandere bakugou #poly yanderes #poly yandere kiribaku x reader #poly yanderes kiribaku x reader oneshots #poly yanderes kiribaku scenarios #poly yanderes kiribaku oneshots #poly yanderes kiribaku imagines #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere kiribaku oneshots #yandere kiribaku imagines