#kiribaku event

[angelshimaa]

@sweeteaas :: hi love, i'd like to request a fluffy poly!kiribaku baking christmas cookies with reader. tysm and i love your works as always hehe <3 a/n :: hi my love !! i apologise for the untimely manner i'm posting this, but i hope it makes you happy :) thank you sm for entering ! cw :: gn!reader, mentions of food (they're baking)

event (closed).

the heat of a preheating oven is enough to make the kitchen toasty, perfect for a baking session while hiding away from the cold that lay outside. everyone was doing their part— katsuki worked on the baking of the actual cookies and you worked on making the icing, with kirishima reading out the steps of the recipe for you both to follow.

“can anyone get me some sugar, please?” you call out, waiting for one of them to hand it to you whenever they could. as you wait, you feel kirishima step closer to you and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“there you go, baby. some sugar for ya,” his sharp teeth flash in a proud grin, and you can't help beaming at your boyfriend, warmth at his sweetness settling into you. “d’you need any more?”

a scoff sounds from the blond sieving the flour. “always so damn cheesy, ei.” you watch the little smile grow onto his face— he can feign distain as much as he wants, but that smile of his erases any form of annoyance he attempts to display.

“looks like i got some for you too, katsuki.” with that, kirishima steps towards to kiss katsuki's cheek too. like it's second nature to him, the blond fakes a grimace, wiping at his freshly kissed cheek.

eijirou takes it in his stride, making sure to plaster more kisses onto his boyfriend’s skin. “keep wiping them away, baby, i’ll keep kissing.” you laugh when katsuki threatens to blow kirishima’s face up, hand barely pushing his face away before setting off light sparks that kirishima easily defects with his quirk. “no escaping, kats!”

“y/n, get this idiot off me!” katsuki exclaims while he looks at you out of the corner of his eye. his cheeks are coloured with a light tinge of pink and it's hard to miss the gorgeous smile tugging at his lips against his will. it matches with kirishima’s, which shines in between kisses, and you realise they both match with yours.

you grin, abandoning your mixture and squeezing behind your boyfriends to end up on the other side of bakugou. “y’know, katsuki, eijirou’s got the right idea.” it's your turn to kiss bakugou's other cheek, smiling against his skin before giving him another. “it wouldn't be nice of me if i didn't give you some sugar too.”

it doesn't take long for him to surrender to your and eijirou's tag-teaming and he rolls his eyes when the two of you have decidedly had enough. the looks you and kirishima share have the same sparkle in them, and katsuki can't help but wonder how on earth he managed to get the both of you to adore him the way you do.

“back to work, idiots! these cookies aren't gonna bake themselves.” as commanded, you make your way back to where you were, picking up your whisk to keep mixing the wet ingredients together.

“aye aye, captain!” eijirou grins. “what else can i do, captain bakugou?”

“step out of my kitchen, there's no way your clumsy ass can squeeze in here for long.”

you giggle at the little pout forming on eijirou's face at katsuki's deadpan. like it or not, he was right— the kitchen was a bit too small for three, and there was no point if eijirou just couldn't be trusted in the kitchen and could stand at the entrance of it.

“you won't be able to use that as an excuse for long, katsuki. wait ‘till we get a bigger kitchen.”

you note the tone and implication of eijirou's words, and how easily they roll off the tongue— he makes a space in the future, a space with your and katsuki's names on it. it seems katsuki notes it too, with the way his eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise.

“a bigger kitchen, hm?” you smile at kirishima, feeling your heartstrings being played like a violin by the softness of those red eyes. that specific colour had a hold on you when it held tenderness, bringing you closer to the feeling of love whenever you glanced at the both of them.

“yeah, pretty— more space for me to give you both sugar whenever you want it,” kirishima winks and you don't miss the playful eyeroll katsuki brings to the table. “who knows, maybe you both can teach me how to cook—”

katsuki scoffs. “you can't even crack eggs properly, ei. learn to walk before you try to run.”

“you’ll teach me that too, kats. we have time.”

matching smiles adorn your faces— kirishima’s right, you have time. enough time to teach your ‘oaf’ (katsuki's words) how to separate yolks from whites, enough time to think of the messes that will stain the kitchen— your kitchen— and the bonding over tidying up every mess.

for now, it was time to finally finish making these cookies. with light smiles and short gazes that hold the promise of tomorrow, you find the process to be as warm as how the cookies come out, and worth every second.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

[ck2k18]

"I physically injure my blorbos" "I give them more trauma" "i kill their parents" all basic. Wanna talk about REAL torture? I make them gay and in love with their best friend.

[giustoart]

Sorry to keep you waiting! My entry for Kiribaku month 2023 day 8: Social media.

[doumadono]

Synopsis: Kirishima is looking forward to Christmas and decides to pleasantly surprise his boyfriend, Bakugo, with a charming Christmas jumper. The question lingers: will Bakugo be on board with the idea of matching Christmas sweaters?

A/N: this oneshot was written for the KRBK Advent Calendar hosted by @krbkevents My prompt was: sweaters

Kirishima stepped out of the flat he shared with Bakugo, and a burst of laughter escaped him. The snowfall had turned the world into a winter wonderland, and he found himself mesmerized by the delicate dance of snowflakes. His crimson eyes sparkled with childlike delight as he walked through the snow-covered streets, his head tilted back to catch the flakes on his face.

Soon, the hero stepped into the bustling Christmas market. The entire place was a kaleidoscope of colors and festive lights, and the snowfall added a touch of magic to the already enchanting atmosphere. 

Despite Kirishima's excitement about the Christmas market, there was a twinge of disappointment when Bakugo declined the invitation to join him. How could he opt for baking mundane, spicy muffins instead of accompanying him to the enchanting Christmas market?! Yet, Kirishima couldn't help but smile inwardly, recognizing that his boyfriend's gruff demeanor was precisely what captivated him.  He loved Bakugo just the way he was — always angry and negative about everything. They complemented each other so well!

As he strolled through the Christmas market, Kirishima couldn't resist the festive allure of the stalls. The aroma of hot cocoa and the twinkling lights created an atmosphere of pure joy. He meandered through the market, picking up small gifts and treats until he found himself standing in front of a stall adorned with handmade Christmas sweaters.

The older lady behind the stall greeted him with a warm smile, and her eyes lit up with recognition. "Well, if it isn't Red Riot! What brings my favorite hero to my humble little stall today?"

Kirishima blushed, appreciating the recognition. "Hello!! Just taking a break from hero duties to enjoy the holiday season. Your sweaters caught my eye, they're amazing!"

The lady chuckled, "I'm glad you like them, Red Riot. Anything in particular you're looking for?"

Kirishima's gaze fell upon the green-bottle colored sweater with a charming reindeer motif. "Actually, this one is perfect. I'd like two of them, please — one for me and one for my boyfriend. He's a bit of a firecracker, but I think he'll love this."

The lady grinned, "A matching set, how sweet! You sure have a good eye, Red Riot."

Kirishima chuckled at the wordplay, "Thanks! I thought the reindeer motif was a nice touch. Plus, the green will really stand out and match our eyes! Did you make them all yourself?” 

"Yes, indeed. Been knitting these for years. It brings me joy to see people appreciate the art of handmade crafts during the holidays."

“How much do I owe you?"

After the transaction, Kirishima thanked the lady, expressing his gratitude for the beautiful sweaters. As he left the stall, he couldn't wait to surprise Bakugo with the festive gifts, imagining the delight on his boyfriend's face when he saw the matching Christmas sweaters.

Kirishima returned home, paper bags filled with goods in hand. Before stepping inside, he shook off the clinging snow from his shoulders and dusted his shoes to rid them of the winter frost. "I'm home!" he announced cheerfully. After kicking off his shoes and slipping into reindeer-motif slippers, he made his way to the kitchen, where Bakugo was engrossed in mixing dry ingredients for cupcakes.

"Where the hell have ya been, weird hair?! Didn't you say you would be gone for half an hour? You were absent for almost two goddamn hours!" Bakugo's tone was as fiery as ever.

Kirishima grinned, unfazed by Bakugo's irritation. "What, did you miss me?" he chuckled. "Awwww, how adorable!" Leaning in, he planted a playful kiss on Bakugo's cheek, earning himself an angry "tsch" sound from the ash-blonde man.

Kirishima proceeded to unpack the bags, revealing various goodies he had picked up from the Christmas market. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to Bakugo, who was still busy with the cupcake preparations. "Guess what, Katsuki?" Kirishima grinned, his excitement barely contained. "I met this awesome older lady at the market. She was selling handmade knitted sweaters, and I couldn't resist getting us a little something."

"Don't ya dare tell me you got me a freaking sweater," Bakugo growled, not looking up from his task.

Kirishima's grin widened, and he enthusiastically nodded his head, continuing to unpack the bags. "Oh, but I did! And not just any sweater. I got us matching ones!" He pulled out the green-bottle colored sweaters with reindeer motifs, holding them up for Bakugo to see.

Bakugo glanced at the sweaters and then shot Kirishima a skeptical look. "Matching? Seriously, Eijiro?"

Kirishima chuckled, ignoring Bakugo's grumbling. "Trust me, you're gonna love them. They're cozy, warm, fluffy, festive, and totally capture the holiday spirit."

"I'm not wearing one of those tacky things. They're itchy, uncomfortable, and just plain stupid,” Bakugo commented simply.

Eijiro pouted, his lower lip jutting out in the cutest way. "Come on, Blasty, it's all in good fun! Plus, imagine at our Christmas party when everyone sets their eyes on us wearing these matching sweaters! We're going to be the absolute stars of the show!. It'll be a blast."

As Bakugo examined the sweater, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a warm satisfaction. The festive surprise was sure to add a touch of holiday magic to their home. 

"Damn it, Kirishima!" Bakugo bellowed, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “I'll look absurd in this outfit,  Hair-for-Brains.”

"Come on, Katsuki, just give it a shot. Humor me and try the sweater on, okay?" Kirishima pleaded with an earnest grin.

Bakugo's temper flared, and without a second thought, he grabbed a handful of flour from the countertop. In one swift, furious motion, he flung it in Kirishima's direction, his aim unerring. "Shitty Hair, you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm wearing that garbage!" Bakugo snarled, his eyes narrowing as he watched the flour cascade over Kirishima. “I already told ya no, and better accept it, man.”

Kirishima, caught off guard, blinked as the flour settled on his hair and shoulders. He wiped his face, managing a sheepish grin. "Whoa, Bakugo! Easy there! What's your problem?"

Bakugo, undeterred, continued his tirade. "Problem? This crap’s the problem! I don't need this festive crap ruining my reputation. Real heroes don't wear ridiculous sweaters with damn reindeers!"

Kirishima chuckled, attempting to brush the flour off his clothes. "Lighten up, man! It's just for a bit of holiday cheer!”

Bakugo scoffed, grabbing another handful of flour. This time, he aimed at Kirishima’s head with pinpoint accuracy. "Cheer? I'll show you cheer!"

The flour exploded around Kirishima, creating a makeshift cloud of white powder. Kirishima coughed, his grin faltering. "You're impossible, Blasty!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. "But you know what? I think you'll come around.”

Bakugo scowled, throwing a final glance at Kirishima before returning to his baking endeavors. Little did he know, amidst the chaos and flour-covered, tiny argument, a seed of reluctant amusement may have been planted in his explosive heart.

In the quiet aftermath of their flour-filled encounter, the apartment settled into a serene stillness. Kirishima, exhausted from the shopping, retreated to their shared bedroom for a much-needed nap, leaving the infamous sweaters on the nightstand by his side of the king-sized bed.

As the scent of Bakugo's spicy muffins lingered in the air, Bakugo himself finished up in the kitchen. In a moment of introspection, he admitted to himself that perhaps he had been too harsh on his boyfriend.

Katsuki tiptoed into the bedroom, where Kirishima was peacefully napping. The sweaters lay innocently on the nightstand, beckoning him like a challenge. Without waking Kirishima, Bakugo swiped one of the sweaters and made his way to the bathroom downstairs.

Upon entering the bathroom, Bakugo swiftly flipped the light switch, unveiling the vibrant, reindeer-themed sweater in all its glory. As Katsuki reluctantly tried it on, he couldn't deny that it was warm and comfortable. The soft fabric felt good against his rough skin, and he couldn't help but secretly enjoy the coziness of it. 

Bakugo stood before the mirror, eyeing his reflection with a begrudging appreciation. The dark green hue of the sweater complemented his eyes and light hair, emphasizing his features in an unexpected way. The reindeer, though still an absurd concept to him, somehow added a touch of whimsy to the otherwise fierce hero. A rare smile tugged at the corners of Bakugo's lips as he took in the sight. The warmth of the sweater seemed to melt away his stubborn resistance, leaving behind a sense of reluctant contentment.

As he admired himself in the mirror, a soft chuckle escaped him, and a secret thought crossed his mind — maybe, just maybe, Kirishima's festive idea wasn't as terrible as he initially believed. His boyfriend had a way of making even the Grinchiest of hearts melt.

Little did Bakugo know that he was being observed from the stairs by Eijiro, who had woken up after Bakugo took the sweater. Red Riot descended the stairs quietly to ensure Bakugo hadn't discarded the sweater, and to his delight, he witnessed his boyfriend trying it on willingly.

Kirishima hurried back upstairs, donned his own sweater, and then descended once again. After a gentle knock on the bathroom door, he opened it, peering at Bakugo's reflection in the mirror. "You did it! You put on a Christmas sweater without being forced to do it! You have no idea how happy I am! And look, I have mine on, too! Look at how cute we look!" Kirishima moved closer to Bakugo, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist and admiring their reflections together.

"I look like an idiot, don't I?" Katsuki muttered, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Eijiro chuckled and kissed Bakugo’s cheek gently. "You look amazing, Blasty! And it's not just the sweater. You always look amazing, handsome."

Katsuki's scowl softened into a small smile, and he pressed his lips against Eijiro's in a loving kiss. "Alright, alright, I'll wear the damn sweater. I have to say, it's not that awful."

Eijiro's face lit up with joy, and he wrapped his arms around Katsuki in a tight hug. "You won't regret it, I promise! This is going to be the best Christmas ever! Oh boy!"

Eijiro hesitantly pulled his phone from the black jeans pocket, looking at Bakugo with a sheepish grin. "Hey, Katsuki, mind if I snap a picture of us in these awesome sweaters? I was thinking of posting it on my Instagram..."

Anticipating a fiery response, Eijiro was surprised when Bakugo took the phone from his hand. To his even greater surprise, Bakugo snapped a series of nice pictures himself.

"Just post the one where I look the fiercest, okay?" Bakugo grumbled. "I want all those people following you to know that even though I'm wearing a goddamn Christmas shirt, I'm still a hero that should be feared and respected!"

Kirishima replied cockily, "Sure thing, handsome! Let me tell ya the Christmas spirit suits you, Katsuki."

Bakugo, not one to dwell on compliments, decided to shut Kirishima up in the sweetest way possible. Without a word, he pulled Kirishima close and planted a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips, effectively silencing any further teasing with the warmth of their shared affection.

[theloveinc]

I love that one thing the bnha fandom collectively agrees upon is bakugo mating for life/never getting over relationships

[scarlet-traveler]

“I like you.”

It was spoken into the quiet of the kitchen during a lull in the conversation, Eijirou’s voice a soft hum but still ringing loud and clear for both boys to hear.

Bakugou’s back was turned to him, the blond busy cooking at the stove; he hadn’t told Eijirou what he was making yet, but by the spices tickling his nose he was sure it would be at least a little intense on his tastebuds. Even if Eijirou couldn’t see the food though, he had a perfect view of Bakugou freezing, his shoulders going rigid and the wooden spoon he was using to stir the pot stilling. And maybe Eijirou went a little rigid too in his seat at the island as Bakugou looked at him over his shoulder, the shock evident on his face. “What…?”

Eijirou honestly hadn’t intended to confess to Bakugou like this. He’d wanted it to be special, something they would both hold as a cherished memory for years to come. He’d still been working out a plan of how to tell him, because Bakugou Katsuki deserved the best, and Eijirou had also been working up the courage to tell his most prized secret of the last few months to the other boy because he didn’t know if he fit in the category of “the best”. His low self-esteem could be annoying like that sometimes.

But still. Those three words were meant to stay hidden, on the tip of Eijirou’s tongue but never escaping past his lips. Yet now, as those words had sprung forth without his volition, he didn’t want to take them back and stash them away for another time.

Eijirou really liked Bakugou, and his friend needed to know that. He liked Bakugou’s strength, his drive, his determination. He liked that he never backed down from a challenge, whether it be a villain he was fighting during his work study or attempting to cram a week’s worth of pre-calc into the squad’s heads in the hours leading up to a test.

He liked that Bakugou wanted to be his friend, that he could see the best in Eijirou on the days he himself failed to, that he cared. He cared enough to sit up with Eijirou at ass o’clock in the morning, indulging him in a late-night meal when twin nightmares ruined their rest instead of trying to salvage a few more hours of sleep before classes later that morning.

It was always the little things with Bakugou, the unspoken actions to boost a mood or lend a hand, clumsy as he may be sometimes in his inexperience, and every time it made Eijirou’s heart swell so big he thought he would choke on the sheer amount of affection he felt for this boy.

He supposed it was about time that rather than gagging him, that affection just decided to spill out into the open.

So Eijirou didn’t try to take it back. He instead smiled, meeting those fiery red eyes that were now fully facing him, the gaze swimming with surprise, disbelief…and maybe hope?

“I like you, Bakugou,” Eijirou repeated, the warmth flooding his chest pushing his voice to be louder. On the other side of the island, Bakugou’s breath hitched, and the spoon dropped into the pot. “I really like you man, so much. I honestly didn’t want to tell you like this, I thought we would be out eating or something? I would’ve asked you out, maybe gotten you flowers, I dunno-”

“Kirishima, shut up.”

Eijirou’s mouth snapped shut with an audible clack. Bakugou’s eyes were still wide, and a pretty pink flush had accompanied the bloodshot eyes and dark shadows that had been at home on pale skin for the last hour. Eijirou thought Bakugou couldn’t look more beautiful.

He didn’t get a chance to savor it for long as Bakugou spun back around, resolutely not looking at him as he busied himself with the food again. It was then that the first tendrils of nerves crawled into his stomach. “I-It’s fine if you don’t like me back, I wanted to tell you anyway because you deserve to know. But um…what do you say?”

It was silent between them for a long moment. Bakugou’s quirk briefly crackled as he shook out his hands before reaching for bowls, ladling what looked like curry into each of them. The stove was flicked off, and spoons were dropped into the bowls with a loud tink. All the while, Eijirou chewed on his bottom lip, watching, waiting.

“I don’t want fucking flowers.” Bakugou brought the bowls over, sliding one toward Eijirou and taking the seat across from him. “We don’t need to go out and eat, either.”

Oh. Eijirou should’ve expected this reaction. He hoped the disappointment wasn’t visible on his face as he nodded and picked up his spoon.

“We’re eating here, anyway.”

Eijirou’s eyes snapped up to Bakugou. He still wasn’t looking at him, but the blush was still high on his cheeks. “You…are you calling this a date?”

Bakugou looked up to glare at him, even as his face grew darker, the color seeping toward his neck and tinging his ears. “Did I fucking stutter, Shitty Hair?”

The smile was back, wide enough to make Eijirou’s cheeks ache. He reached out with his free hand to grasp one of Bakugou’s, and the sea of warmth was at an all time high as Bakugou let him, fingers sliding between the gaps and squeezing tight, not letting go as they started to eat. Eijirou was right, the heat of the curry was intense, but it didn’t hold a candle to the way Bakugou’s small, pleased smile lit him up from the inside out.

~

Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 9: Confession! Also on AO3!

[krbkevents]

KRBK Week Prompt List

Announcement number two is for #KRBKWeek24! The goal for 2024 is to have all prompts posted as early as possible to allow ample time to create. And this year, there have been color palettes added for any interested artists!

KRBK Week runs from April 18th-24th!

DAY ONE: Cleaning DAY TWO: Petals DAY THREE: HBD Bakugou! DAY FOUR: Shrine DAY FIVE: Wish DAY SIX: Midnight DAY SEVEN: Fluff/Fur

Use as many or as few prompts as you'd like and be sure to tag the account when posting!

[scarlettriot]

❄️ Keeping Warm ❄️

• Pairing: Kirishima & Devyn @bakudarling & Bakugo

• Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI. Aged Up Characters ((late 20s)) Dom/Sub Dynamics. Throat Grab. Drinking. Some Spit.

• Contains: Dom Kiri. Switch Baku. Oral ((M Receiving)). Cockwarming ((In Secret)). Size Difference. Praise. Very Light Deg. Nicknames Used: Babe, Baby, Cutie, Love, Good Girl & Slut.

• A/N: This fic is a part of my Winter Writing Event, specially written for @/bakudarling! I cannot thank you enough for partaking in the event, Dev! I really hope you love your Holi-Date with Ei & Kat. The event is still ongoing so if anyone else would like to participate, just follow the link.

• Word Count: 2,200ish

Katsuki had been looking forward to this vacation with the two of you for months! He stared at the dates on his calendar frequently. The little cabin on the lake during the off-season sounded perfect to him. There wouldn’t be tourists around; he could just sit in the nice, warm living room and admire the beautiful views, wrapped up in a cozy blanket with the two people he loved most in the world. 

And everything was going so well too. Eijiro drove and made damn good time despite the freshly fallen snow. Katsuki made delicious snacks for the drive. And you put on a playlist that had the three of you singing practically the whole way. 

The cabin was perfect, exactly as described in the listing he saw. The three of you got all the bags inside just as night settled in, and the snow and wind really decided to pick up. A small bead of worry grew in your husband’s chest when he looked up at the clouds turning from fluffy white to a dull gray. He shook the feeling off though. The cabin was safe and warm; even if the weather did take a turn, you’d all be fine. 

Of course, what he hadn’t accounted for was the power going out several hours later…

“Are you kidding me!” He howled louder than the wind outside while he was in the middle of putting away dishes from dinner. 

“Just give it a second, babe. Maybe it’ll come right back?” You tried to remain optimistic, but one minute passed, then two, pretty soon ten, and still no sign of it returning. 

Eijiro put a hand on his husband’s back and set the towel he’d been drying dishes with down on the counter. “I keep that little generator in the back of the jeep. We can bring in that heater on the patio–” 

“Oh! And we can build a fire! They had chopped wood by the front door!” 

“Great idea, baby!” 

You started to bundle up, but Eijiro was having no part of it. “I’ll get the generator and firewood,” He kissed your forehead, “Why don’t you go get blankets and pillows? We can make ourselves a little fort?”

“See Kat, ‘s not so bad.” Eijiro chuckled and leaned back on his elbows since sitting up straight in the fort that had been constructed wasn’t an option for the mountain of a man. 

“Kinda romantic with all the candles you lit.” You kissed Katsuki’s cheek, but he just grumbled and wrapped one of the many blankets he’d accumulated around himself even more. 

“It’s not gonna be romantic when we all end up frozen!” 

You’d made it through two rounds of Candy Land with your husbands and many games of Love Letter that somehow Katsuki always managed to win. They were two of the few games you found tucked away in the lake house. In the time you played though, the temperature had only continued to drop, and Katsuki kept getting colder and colder. 

He had three blankets to himself and was reaching for a fourth. Two over his lap, one over his shoulders. You were pretty sure he was gonna wrap this one around his head. 

“Where you goin’?” Katsuki tracked Eijiro with his eyes while the redhead clambered awkwardly out of the fort. “You’re like our main source of warmth!” 

“Then cuddle our wife if you’re so scared of freezing!” 

Both of you lost sight of where Eijiro went, but his suggestion was still a good one. Katsuki’s freed his arms from the blanket long enough to grab you and bundle you right up with him. He was sure there’d be whining from Eijiro when he came back, but for the time being, he didn’t care one bit. “So warm…” 

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck while his hands ventured under your shirt, making you jolt at the cold contact. He pressed warm kisses just under your ear and cupped your breasts like his own personal hand warmers, but it only made you wiggle and squirm even more. “If you keep movin’ around my lap like that, you’re gonna end up warming something else f’me.” 

That didn’t exactly deter you though. You just wiggled with more purpose now. “Damn it, Dev, ‘m not kiddin’.” 

“I know you’re not,” You giggled right back, and that was more than enough for him. 

He worked his hands down your body, hooking his thumbs into the band of your leggings and panties all in one go, and yanked them down, and next came his own pants. 

“Oh, fuck–” You hummed contently when he slid his length inside you, keeping you seated perfectly in his lap while he wrapped the blankets around you again. “Think Ei’s gonna know?” 

“Not if you stay quiet.” But he sure as hell wasn’t gonna make that easy for you. Not right now, at least. 

He was rolling his hips every chance he got. One of his hands snaked up your body until he had his fingers wrapped around your neck. “You can be my good little slut and stay quiet, can’t ya?” You whined and nodded your head, already rocking your hips back against him, making him smirk against your warm skin. “Atta girl.” 

The only thing that drew your attention away from what Katsuki was doing with you was the delicious smell of hot cocoa as it flooded the air, the aroma quickly making its way into the fort.  

“How the hell did he–?” Katsuki was about to poke his head out when Eijiro reappeared with three steaming mugs in hand and the proudest grin on his face. 

“To help keep the cold away,” He chuckled and passed each of you a mug with a kiss to the top of your head before settling back in the spot he claimed with his own steaming mug. 

“How?” Katuski asked before even taking a sip. 

“I didn’t just have the generator. I also had that little stove from our stakeout a couple weeks back. Plugged it in and,” He made a fancy flourish around his cup. 

You took a drink through the layer of marshmallows he put on top and tasted the chocolatey liquid, eyes going wide when the sweet liquor hit your tongue. “Babe! It’s so good!” The excited little bounce you gave made Katsuki groan. 

“That mean you like it too, Kat?” He quirked a brow and tipped his cup back again. 

“Yeah, ‘s okay.” 

Eijiro shrugged because he knew that was about the highest praise he could receive from the blonde when it came to cooking something and started to set up the game board for another round.

Of course, this game had to be the most challenging yet. The whole time, Katsuki had to stretch around you to make his moves, pushing his cock further into you. There were times you swore you bit your tongue hard enough for it to bleed just to keep a moan from spilling over. 

It took Eijiro until the game was nearly over to question what could’ve been going on. 

“Hey man, why don’t you lose one of the blankets? Dev’s face is looking all rosy.” 

You didn’t even need to look to know Katsuki started smirking like a damn cat. “That so?” He bucked his hips, and this time, you couldn’t hide the little moan. Eijiro’s garnet eyes went wide, and you got to watch as the realization hit him, and a smirk settled over his face too. 

“Awe, our perfect little wife really is keepin’ you nice and warm, huh, babe?”

“Gods, Ei, she’s doin’ such a good job…” He trails off now that the facade is shattered and he can really move inside your walls. 

Eijiro takes his time and moves the game out of the way, not wanting to lose any of the pieces (or have someone step on one). He watched as the blankets start to roll off Katsuki. The man reached a hand up and dismantled the fort so he could have you on your hands and knees and fuck you properly, all while Eijiro lowered his shorts. His heavy cock rested against his stomach before he lazily started to stroke it. 

“What about me, cutie? Can you keep me nice and warm too? With your mouth?” He beckoned you forward with a finger and groaned when you licked him from base to tip. “Shit, baby–” Your hand replaced his own, so much smaller, not even able to wrap completely around his thickest part. Sharp teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched your mouth open and stretch just to take him in and it took everything he had not to bridge his hips and push all the way in, all at once. 

Katsuki’s pace picked up, holding onto your hips and thrusting into you enough that with each rut of his hips, you took a little more of Eijiro down your throat. You felt his hand settle atop your head, threading the purple strands through his fingers, tugging you lightly back and forth while his head tipped back in sheer pleasure. 

A glob of spit trailed down your ass, and Katsuki only pulled himself free long enough to catch it with the tip of his weeping cock and add it to the mess that was becoming your cunt. He couldn’t get over the way your hole would flex, wanting him stuffed back inside so badly. 

When he did slide home again, he reached around to your lower belly and pressed down, making you try and cry out at the added pressure, but Eijiro’s cock was too far down your throat for the noise to really escape. That didn’t stop fat tears from rolling down your cheeks though. 

“What’s the matter, cutie? Too much?” Eijiro cooed and swiped away your tears while you shook your head with your mouth still full. “Such a good cock slut.” You could see his pupils blown wide just before he pushed you down on his length. “Gonna lemme fill your cunt up next, baby? Or does Kat need a load so he can quit bitchin’ about bein' cold?” 

He leaned forward and grabbed Katsuki by his chin. “Whatcha say, pretty boy?” The blonde's thrusts got a little less erratic, but you felt his cock starting to throb in your heat. “Lemme fuck you while you clean your cum outta our wife, get her nice and ready for me?” 

“Hell yes, Ei.” He breathed after a moment. You always grinned just a little when Katsuki gave in to what you and Eijiro wanted, which was honestly more often than not, but it never got old. 

You started fucking back on Katsuki, using his cock, until you felt Eijiro’s hand leave your hair and move lower. Calloused fingers went right for your clit. “That’s it, pretty girl. Gonna make him cum like that. Want both of you t’cum f’me.” He urged you on, and you could feel Katsuki’s grip on you getting tighter and tighter, bruising your hips until little sparks left his palms, singeing your skin right up until you felt that first wave of cum fill you. 

Mixed with Eijiro’s fingers and Katsuki’s twitching cock, you finished with a choked sob, mouth still full. Eijiro waited for you to start coming down again before returning his hands to your hair. “Ready for me, cutie?” You nodded, and he held your head still between strong hands, fucking up into you over and over until you had cum shooting down your throat, leaking out around both their cocks now. 

He slipped his cock from your mouth just as Katsuki collapsed onto your back, arms winding around you, which left you to wrap yours right around Eijiro. 

“Alright,” He laughed at the way the two of you tuckered out and was happy to put plans on hold, “Naps first.” 

Eijiro’s hands moved slowly, brushing through Katsuki’s soft hair and tracing the ivy of your tattoo until he too, fell asleep.

As the three of you slept, the storm finally calmed down. A fresh blanket of white snow covered every inch of the landscape. 

Light had just barely begun to show for the day, the world still cast in a blue haze, but you woke up to the sound of electricity coming back on, the whir of the furnace springing to life. Somehow, you managed to wiggle out from between the two men and walked out onto the enclosed patio with a blanket wrapped around you. 

The cabin had the most beautiful view of the frozen-over lake and the verdant trees with their snowy pillows. It was more than enough to take your breath away. 

You felt a pair of arms encircling you just a few minutes later, and, from the scars that covered their hands and arms, you knew it was Eijiro before he hooked his chin over your shoulder, kissing your cheek and whispering his usual rough, “Mornin’, love.” 

There was another pair of red eyes on you though, leaning against the doorway, taking in the scene before him that made his heart swell. He would’ve stood there for hours, watching Eijiro and you hold each other close, but when you turned your head and held out your hand with wiggling fingers wanting him to join too, it was impossible to resist. 

Coffee and breakfast and the whole rest of the day could wait. He was going to enjoy this beautiful view, wrapped up in a cozy blanket, with the two people he loves most in the whole world. 

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'Tis the Season

“Why would I want to go to some dumb party?”

Kirishima turned around to see Bakugou’s scowling face and smiled without missing a beat. “All our friends will be there.”

“I don’t have friends,” Bakugou chuffed, crossing his arms over his chest, and sitting back on his bed. He leaned his head against the wall and propped his chin on the palm of his hand with his elbow resting on his knee.

“Then what am I?” Kirishima returned to browsing through Bakugou’s manga collection. He rested the tip of his index finger on the spine of a shoujo romance manga where brother and sister twins traded places at each other’s schools. Kirishima had remembered the way Bakugou laughed at the heroine’s love interest having a sexuality crisis thinking he had fallen for her twin. He pulled out the volume he left off on. Bakugou had made it explicitly clear that his shoujo manga was not allowed to leave his room. The last thing he wanted was for people to know he read that kind of thing.

“You’re different,” Bakugou muttered quietly, more to himself than to Kirishima.

Kirishima cocked a brow and turned to look at Bakugou. He was stone-faced, but the tips of his ears were tinged pink. His ears were his tell. Kirishima had to resist the urge to utter the word “cute” aloud, lest he have a further disgruntled Bakugou on his hands. Kirishima moved to sit beside Bakugou on the bed. He was pouting but in that way where it wouldn’t take Kirishima much pushing to get him to go to the party. He just wanted to be difficult to save face.

“Katsuki,” said Kirishima, lowering his voice an octave.

Bakugou’s brows shot up into his bangs as his eyes widened. Kirishima set his hand on Bakugou’s free knee and leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of Bakugou’s ear. “If you go to the party, I’ll give you your Christmas present early.”

“I don’t need some dumb present.”

Kirishima frowned and leaned back. “Not even from me? When I’ve been planning it for months?”

Bakugou audibly gulped, then sighed in defeat. “Fine, but I’m only going for one hour,” he huffed, then added, “and I’m not dressing up!”

Bakugou was in fact dressing up, but Kirishima decided to wait until the day of the party to share that bit of information with him. Everyone was getting into the festive holiday spirit, Iida included. There was no way Bakugou was going to wear his skull t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans to the holiday party.

🎄🎄🎄

“I ain’t wearin’ that shit!” Bakugou protested.

Kirishima held up a matching costume to the one he had on. He was wearing a plain, white T-shirt and a pair of brown overalls. There was a little deer tail on the butt of the overalls, and he had a headband with ears and antlers on his head. Ashido did his makeup, painting the tip of his nose brown and adding highlights to his cheeks to give a doe effect. He was proud of his reindeer look and he wanted Bakugou to match.

“But we always wear a couple’s costume,” he whined.

“That’s Halloween. And don’t call them that!”

“But we’re a couple. Everyone knows it.”

“So what?!” Bakugou was fuming. His cheeks bloomed red with anger, and he was pacing in circles around his room. “I’m still not wearing some dumb reindeer get up.”

Kirishima set the costume down on Bakugou’s desk with a sigh. His gaze fell to the floor, and he shook his head. “All right. I just wanted us to do something fun together since we’re not going to see each other over the break. I’m going to the party to hang out with our friends and enjoy the holiday. You do what you want.” He turned away and headed for the door. Bakugou called his name, but Kirishima ignored him, walking out of the room to head to the party downstairs in the common room.

🎄🎄🎄

Kirishima sat on the couch talking to Kaminari and Uraraka. He smiled along to whatever they were saying and nodded his head when they were waiting for him to acknowledge them, but his heart wasn’t in it. He knew he was too harsh on Bakugou. He didn’t like to do things that made him look weak or vulnerable. Dressing up for Christmas was embarrassing when you were the class badass, but Kirishima just wanted to do something fun and silly with his boyfriend. If Bakugou could realize that it was fine to not be so serious all the time, it would do him wonders.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, but Kirishima had his back to the hallway from his place on the couch. He didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was until the entire room had grown quiet. He twisted in his spot on the cushion to see Bakugou standing awkwardly at the edge of the room wearing the matching reindeer costume. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his ears were bright red. The little antlers stuck out within his spiky blond locks. He looked adorable standing there with his hands in his pockets, shoulders drawn back defensively.

“Say one goddamn word and I blast you all to hell,” he said with less of his usual bark than normal.

Kirishima got up from the couch and walked around it, hurrying to Bakugou’s side. Bakugou seemed to relax slightly once Kirishima’s arm was around his shoulder. He leaned into the contact; their sides pressed firmly together. “You look great,” he whispered.

Bakugou huffed. “S’whatever. We gonna do this fucking party or what?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima beamed at him. He led Bakugou to the kitchen where an entire feast had been prepared. “Yaomomo’s family had their chef cater the party and Satou made all the desserts.”

Bakugou grunted his approval and they loaded up their plates with food. They moved to one of the quieter tables to eat, taking seats beside one another. “I’m sorry about earlier,” said Bakugou, between bites of rice. It took a lot of restraint for him to muster up the courage to apologize.

Kirishima smiled at him. “It’s okay. I still love you.” He pressed a kiss to Bakugou’s temple. “And a deal’s a deal. About your Christmas present—”

Bakugou choked on a mouthful of rice. “Should you really be talking about that right now?” He chugged down a glass of water with his face red all over again.

“I don’t see why not.” Kirishima reached into his pocket to pull out two slips of paper.

“The fuck is this?” asked Bakugou. He raised a brow as he stared at the paper in Kirishima’s hands.

“They’re tickets! I didn’t want to spend the whole break without you, so we’re going to Disney over break.” Bakugou had a look of disbelief on his face. “Is something wrong?”

The corner of Bakugou’s mouth turned up into a smile and he shook his head. “No, idiot. It’s perfect. It’s just… not what I was expecting.”

Kirishima grinned, wide and knowing, then leaned in closer to Bakugou so that no one could hear but them. “Oh, that’s for later. My parents are going to be gone for the holidays, so I’ll have the house to myself.”

Bakugou spluttered and Kirishima pulled away, chuckling, then pressed another kiss to the side of his face and went back to eating his dinner.

Written for the KRBK Advent Calendar hosted by @krbkevents. Day One Prompt: Party.

In collaboration with Shyn who beta read the fic and did art. You can find the art here.

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Days 4-6: Pet names, Fantasy & Bored

Words: 1,056

Tags: SFW, Pining idiots, Dragon shifter Kirishima, Barbarian Prince Bakugo, Stuck in a cave

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[taterztots]

For Kiri, “Chilling in Bakugou’s room” consists of one sitting on the desk chair and the other lying on the bed while they both scroll through their phones in silence for a couple of minutes... Until Baku starts chucking plushies at him, and now they're at war.

I just love being alone together. Being so comfortable with a person that you can just sit and do nothing, and it's great until you get smacked on the forehead with a plushie full of beans. And then he’s pulling toes until they crack. And now we’re cuddling and it's great again.

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Here's my preview for the KrBkBigBang! Super excited to show you what I've been working on with @apawtheosis all these months :)

[giustoart]

A day late…KrBk month 23 day 17: Free day. I chose the theme: Day off!

I decided not to draw Bakugo’s scars on purpose because…well, we still don’t know if he’ll have them or not xD

[illegal-spiegel]

Could I request 78, 42, and 52 with KiriBaku? (If you do that sort of thing, if not, then either is fine lolz) where like, they all three went to the gym and y/n finished in her locker room first so she went to annoy the boys in theirs but then they get locked in bc the gym closed? Idk if that’s too specific... oh and it can be sfw or nsfw I don’t really care

Wow crazy how I’m not dead haha...

So sorry it took me so long to get this out! Life has been wild lmao. Thank you so much for sending this in though! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you like it! I did have to change a few things to make it make more sense so I hope that’s okay! <3 Link

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Weekly or Bi weekly challenges to meet word counts and share art

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