Are Always Open

The name's Rev. I'm 24, nb or genderfluid, queer, they/them. Bakugou is my boy! Follow back from Pink-hair-revolution.

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Can I just say Fuck Me Up and Make Me Just Go Crazy was absolutely everything?!?!!? I'm a sucker for collars and wolf boys and just wow I'm love it ???? So much?????????

This made me feel really good ❤❤❤❤ I've been out of it and coming back to some love really helps me get back in it. Hopefully I'll have more where that came from 🥰

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May I request a scenario?

Ah shit, uh I think this came in awhile ago, but I've been totally mia lately due to some shit. I'm hoping to get back on soon and maybe take requests, but currently no I can't take any. I have a fic I've gotta knock out of the park for someone, they deserve more than I can give them for being so patient. But that'll be the big thing I'm working on so until then 🤙

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Naked as the Day He was Born

It’s been awhile! Here’s something I wrote before my surprise/accidental 3 month long hiatus.

I worked with @serah_chan_arts in the @bnhaflashbang, so check out her work on twitter and check out the other works in the Bang!

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Pairing: Bakugou/Kirishima 

Rating: Explicit

Word Count:1499

Summary:  Bakugou sleeps as naked as the day he was born. Kirishima knows this because he saw it... Bakugou's uncut dick sat in a pile of blond curlies. And he cannot. stop. thinking about it.

Additional tags:  Alternate Universe- College/University, College Dorms, accidental naked body viewing?, Didn’t know he likes guys Kirishima, masturbation, foreskin, firsts, awkward conversations, embarrassment, mutual masturbation, penises, sexual content, sexual inexperience, sharing, smut, pwp

Read Naked as the Day He was Born on AO3

Check out the art Serah-Chan made below and on Twitter!

*warning* NSFW

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Request Wednesday: Perfect Places

Kaminari x Shinsou

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They’re not out yet. Shinsou wants to keep their thing, whatever it is, on the down low, so Kaminari hasn’t told anyone yet. He wants to… so bad. Has even almost let it slip to Sero, late at night while playing Smash and getting high. 

It’s hard for him to keep it a secret, because Shinsou is literally the hottest human being he has ever met in his life. But… he also might kinda love him.

That’s what he tells himself when they meet in an empty classroom. He might love Shinsou, so he gets down on his knees for him. He might love him, so he has to suck his dick like he wants to keep it. He might love him, so it’s okay if Kaminari is naked as the day he was born, sitting his bare ass on his teacher’s desk.

It’s all in the name of maybe love that he licks the shell of Shinsou’s ear and breathes deeply as Shinsou pushes into him. Arches his back off the desk and nearly sucks Shinsou all the way in. It feels too good. 

“Fuck, please!” Kaminari can hear the raspiness of his own voice, the desperation dripping down the back of his throat. Can feel it when Shinsou lets go inside of him before Kaminari can even begin to think about cumming. “Wait no!”

Shinsou took control then, “Don’t worry. I’m not finished with you yet.”

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Request Wednesday: Royals

Bakugou (gen)

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It's not every day Bakugou meets a prince. To be fair though, it's not every day princes get to meet the barbarian king either.

So Bakugou pulls out all the stops. Makes sure to have his dancers out, his contortionists bending over top the tables, and his guards in full regalia. Drapes velvet and silk over the stone walls and lights every candle in the kingdom. 

His court performed the sacred cleansing too. Done before weddings to assure the new prince that his king is clean and pure of heart. It took convincing, but his mother eventually had him agreeing to the invasive process. She told him everything that would happen and with some adjustments he allowed the handmaids to strip his clothes and pour warm water over his head. Washed and bathed. Every inch of him scrubbed clean, every orifice rinsed, every bit of dirt washed away. He let them rub sugar into his skin and wipe away the dead flakes. 

He let them scrub at his knees, elbows, chest… ass. It sent shivers down his spine when they dipped into the little pucker, not too far because that was a space only for his prince, but enough to clean and stretch. They washed the hair at the base of his cock and rinsed the half stiff member to his embarrassment. They rubbed at his feet and his ankles, making him jerk and flinch.

It was a long process, but he came out of it fresh and clean and lovely. They poured oils over his skin and smoothed it in nicely to seal in the fragrance. He was half asleep when the tailor came to fit him for his ceremonial wedding outfit. Feeling every area for the right measurement, smoothing his hands down Bakugou’s back, ass, and the inside of his thighs. He was half stiff before, but the tailor was taking his measurements in all the right places…

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Oof. Hey yall, been awhile, sorry for that 😕

I'm gonna be doing a sort of Req Wed tonight, just to maybe try and get back into writing. I've had a tough fucking month ya know? Anyways, I'm doing smut prompts because atm that's what'll make me happy lol I wrote a couple of things but like always if you want something specific just send me an ask or dm.

(I am still working on the 3k raffle but I'm in a 'everything I write is shit mood' so we'll see if that gets published this week or not even though it shouldve been published a month ago)

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Request Wednesday: What We Do at Parties

(she/her amab) Tsuyu & (he/him afab) Kirishima

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“Look I just think you should be able to stick to skin too. Like if Sato held his arm out, would you be able to hang upside down from it?” Kirishima was serious, needed Tsu to answer him because this felt like life or death.

Tsu croaked and then pressed a finger to her mouth in thought, “I’m pretty sure I can but we could always test it?”

Kirishima pumped his fist in the air and took off to find Sato, his drink sloshing around every corner. He made a full circle by the time he found him, falling face first into Sato’s muscley back.

“Hey Kirishima!” his voice was too loud and his face was too red.

“Quick Sato, let Tsu climb your arm!”

Sato got impossibly redder, “Uh, is that some kind of euphemism?”

It took Kirishima a minute to process the complicated word, but his laugh was loud and clear when it finally did.

“No, I mean literally. We’re trying to find out if her little frog fingers stick to skin too.”

Sato did a double take, pausing and then shrugging his shoulders. He threw his drink back and turned around to see Tsu standing there swaying to the music.

“Tsu! Climb my arm!”

She nearly jumped out of her skin but realized just what was going on.

“Okay Kirishima, you ready?”

She climbed up the side of Sato, spilling her drink on the floor, and then stuck to the underside of his arm.

“H-holy shit! She did it guys!” Kirishima jumped up and down and spilled his own drink attempting to pull his phone out. “Tsu! Say ‘Trans Rights’!”

He pressed record as Tsu shot her tongue out, catching his drink and reeling it in. She knocked it back and croaked, “Trans Rights!”

The room erupted in shouts and hollers and Kirishima screamed along with them.

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Trans Tsuyu and Kirishima just bonding!

Yeah! Comin at ya in like 15 mins!

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Request Wednesday: Swap

(He/him afab) Bakugou x (he/him afab) Kirishima

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It was sudden but painless. Bakugou saw a puff of smoke and then he was standing across the room where he could’ve sworn Kirishima was just a minute ago.

The villain disappeared too, leaving the two of them staring into the space of a failed mission.

“What did-” Bakugou cut himself off when he heard his voice. A higher pitch than his and all too familiar. “Holy shit.”

He looked down at his hands and saw rough skin and flaked nails. These weren’t his hands.

“Um Bakugou?” that was his voice, but it wasn’t him speaking. “I think we may have-”

Bakugou cut him off, knew exactly what all this meant and didn’t quite want to think about how he was sitting in Kirishima’s body at the moment, “Fuck.”

Kirishima laughed, “I guess it does sound weird when I curse.”

“Why are you laughing? This is bad,” Bakugou started panicking. Could feel his chest tighten up and his breath come in rapidly. He hadn’t told Kirishima… hadn’t told him anything. Didn’t plan on it until they got closer, or maybe never.

He clutched at his chest, the panic a little less painful than his own body but still too present.

“Hey,” he felt a hand on his shoulder and immediately threw it off. “Bakugou, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s-” he inhaled and couldn’t exhale. Felt like his breath was caught in his chest. What if Kirishima hated him? What if he didn’t want to be friends anymore?

“It really is okay,” Kirishima placed his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder again. “Stop and feel,” he breathed.

And what? Feel what? What the fuck is he talking- oh.

“You- you too?”

“Me too,” Kirishima smiled.

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Request Wednesday: Brave

(he/him afab) Bakugou & (she/her amab) Ochako, TW misgendering, gender dysphoria

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They kept calling him “she” after Kamino Ward. Kept misgendering him during interviews. It was like Bakugou had to fight on two fronts in his brain, one telling him he killed All Might and the other telling him he wasn’t what he said he was. He holed up in his room for awhile, didn’t want to see those newscasts telling everyone the explosive hero-in-training was so brave and strong… for a girl.

He didn’t cry about it. At least that’s what he told his parents. He didn’t care, is what he told Kirishima. And when Round Face tried to console him, he just brushed her off.

Eventually the stories died down. And after his fight with Deku he figured everything was back to normal, more or less.

He was wrong.

A couple weeks later, one of the larger news stations emailed him about an interview and he figured it would be a good time to set the world straight on what pronouns were the right ones. He went on national television and griped at the interviewer for using ‘she’. The woman was taken aback, but attempted to correct herself and her teleprompter.

It was good. And he felt accomplished afterwards.

But then the reporters started lining up. He was now the story. Headlines of ‘He? Survived Villains’ kept coming out, and reporters hounded him with questions of what was between his legs.

“None of your fucking business!” he screamed, attempting to get inside the gates of UA.

“Tell us what made you decide to change your gender?”

And he was on the verge of crying. Big bad Katsuki Bakugou was about to cry on national television, when a shrill voice cut through all the others.

“EXCUSE ME???”

Round Face was red and steaming, stomping her way over to the offending reporter.

“HE shouldn’t have to answer your transphobic questions! YOU should know better! And you know what? Fuck you!”

Bakugou went from nearly crying to nearly cracking up, because it was the first time he ever heard Uraraka curse.

The crowd parted for her and she walked with him onto the school grounds.

“If that ever happens again…” she went quiet but the implication was clear.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Not all of us are passing,” she smiled back.

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Request Wednesday: Ribs

(he/him afab) Aizawa x (he/him atm genderfluid) Present Mic

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When Hizashi threw his back out he laid on the floor of his classroom for a full hour until his class started filing in. Sweet Kirishima tried to help him up but the pain was too much and he ended up flopping right back to the ground and asking for Shouta. His cheeks went red when Sho brought Toshi and instructed him to take the class for a field trip so Sho could deal with his broken and curled up body.

“How’s it goin down there?” Shouta didn’t physically smirk but Hizashi could feel it in his tone anyway.

“I’m getting old, Sho,” he groaned into the dirty tile floor, shifting in his pain.

“It happens,” he nearly giggled.

They managed to get him upright, if not fully hunched over still, but it was progress.

Shouta sat crisscrossed next to him and held an ice pack to his lower back while brushing his long hair from his eyes and whispering sweet words in his ear.

“I swear we were doing shots and dancing on Pride floats not but a year ago,” he whined into Shouta’s neck.

Shouta’s response was a gentle press of lips to his temple and a trail of kisses down his jaw.

“Feels like yesterday when you screamed your pronouns in my face and threw up in the bush,” Shouta actually laughed this time making Hizashi’s whine squeal higher.

“In my defense,” Hizashi groaned, “I was young and in love.”

“In your defense,” Shouta laughed, “I am old and in love.”

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Request Wednesday: First

(they/them nb) Bakugou x (he/him afab) Kirishima

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Kirishima got his first period when he was in class. He stood to answer a question and felt Bakugou roughly tug him back down into his seat. He almost cried when the other students laughed at him. Actually cried when Bakugou wrapped their jacket around his waist and directed him to the bathroom.

“Y-you-” Kirishima couldn’t get the words out with the fat tears streaming down his face.

“Sorry about pullin’ on you,” Bakugou wiped Kirishima’s face with a gentle hand. “I thought you wouldn’t want people to see.”

Bakugou didn’t hold it against him when the tears got thicker and his hands began to shake. Didn’t bring it up later on when Kirishima brought back the jacket, washed and stain free. They were unusually graceful and sweet for the next week, but didn’t treat him like a fragile little flower. Instead they picked him for their dodgeball team and their partner in the relay race.

Kirishima got his first crush that same day in class. Realized Bakugou was abrasive and mean, but never to him. Loved the feeling of butterflies in his stomach and heat in his cheeks when Bakugou got close.

When they made it to high school, Kirishima had mastered the art of crush denial with the help of free weights and kickboxing. He attributed the heat in his cheeks to over exertion and the butterflies as a need for more protein. It didn’t matter if it only happened around Bakugou, he wasn’t in love with his best friend.

Bakugou realized their first crush when they saw Kirishima knock his sensei on his ass.

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Hey yall!

In honor of pride month being a couple days away and the lovely anon in my inbox pissed that I wrote Kirishima as trans, tonight's Req Wed’s theme will be:

Trans Love!!!

Assume all characters are trans or nb, I'll tag any afab or amab language just in case my fellow babes need it.

Send me some prompts or characters :)

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Req Wed: I’ll Make a Man Out of You

Bakugou x Kirishima

It was getting fucking annoying.

“You’re so manly Bakugou! I wish I could be that manly.”

“Look at those muscles! So manly!”

Every other word out of Kirishima’s mouth was about how manly Bakugou was and how Kirishima wasn’t. Bakugou liked to be praised, because let’s face it he was the best there ever was, but not at the expense of his best friend.

Kirishima was fucking manly too. He just needed to see it…

“Hey, Baku- oh!”

Bakugou pushed him against the wall in the stairwell and shoved his mouth against his. Pressed his body against Kirishima’s and ground his clothed dick against his thigh. He moved a hand down his front and rubbed. Felt Kirishima stiffen under him. And it felt good.

He pulled back and stared Kirishima down, “You’re fucking manly too okay?”

He dropped to his knees and unzipped Kirishima’s fly, pulled his dick out and popped it right into his mouth.

“O-okaaaay,” Kirishima moaned when Bakugou started sucking.

He put his back into it, his throat. He sucked the self deprecation right out of Kirishima’s dick and spit it out underneath the stairs.

When he stood up and started taking off his pants Kirishima stuttered, “W-woah, uh are you sure?”

Bakugou pulled them down enough for Kirishima to reach his ass, “Are you gonna keep doubting yourself?”

Kirishima paused, “uh… no?”

“Then fuck yeah I am,” he grinned and got down on all fours.

Kirishima sidled up behind him and spit on his hole, popping one finger in and getting a heavy moan in response from Bakugou.

“I’d only let a man do this to me, so stop saying you’re not manly,” Bakugou pressed his chest to the floor and let Kirishima at it.

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Req Wed: I Won’t Say I’m in Love

Bakugou x Kirishima

Bakugou pressed the play button for the fifth time that night. 

Clicked it and laid back, hand palming himself to the sounds of Kirishima’s voice.

“Fuck you Shitty Hair,” he breathed out as he reached into his sweatpants.

The video played through, that bright smile concealed by Bakugou’s dick and that hair mussed from the activities before the recording. Even dirty and sexed up Kirishima looked heavenly.

A voice in the back of his head screamed ‘Love!’ But that was just ridiculous, because Bakugou doesn’t love anyone. Barely tolerated most people, couldn’t stand the others. He didn’t have friends let alone boyfriends.

This rock brained redhead was no different.

Except he was… Because he’s the first guy that actually looked good taking all of Bakugou’s dick into the back of his throat like this. First guy Bakugou let anywhere near his ass honestly. And he may be extremely adorable and have the softest voice and the most charming habit of taking Bakugou apart piece by piece, but that didn’t mean Bakugou loved him.

Not at all, he just liked watching this video of Kirishima sucking his soul out through his dick and then eating his ass like his life depended on it. His own moans getting him harder, his hands threading through that spiky hair to pull him closer. Closer and closer. Bakugou hitting his climax when Kirishima pulled off and shot that beautiful smile at him in the video.

He’s not in love… Kirishima just gives the best head.

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Req Wed: Can You Feel the Love Tonight

Bakugou x Kirishima

“I can see what’s happening,” Mina eyed Bakugou halfway in Kirishima’s lap.

Denki looked over and then back to her, “What?”

“Look at them,” she sighed.

“Who?” Sero turned away from the shitty action flick exploding on screen.

“They’re falling in love, and guess what?”

Sero and Denki looked at each other and back to her.

“Squad is down by two,” she sighed again. She shook her head and rubbed her face. “We’ll have to plan around date nights soon.”

“I don’t understand,” Denki gave her the same look he usually saved for his math homework.

Sero nodded, “honestly we should have seen it coming sooner.”

“Disaster’s in the air!” she threw her hands up and walked to the kitchen.

Bakugou scoffed and leaned closer to Kirishima, “Will you losers shut up, I’m actually trying to listen to this.”

Kirishima tsked at him, “Be nice Kat.”

Bakugou’s little grumble in response was almost cute.

Sero stared at the obvious couple but then joined Mina in the kitchen, “It’s kind of cute though.” He smiled and raised his brows at her.

“Traitor,” she snubbed her nose at him and reached into the fridge for the cookie dough. “Denki come eat this with me.”

Even being clearly confused couldn’t stop him from hopping up and joining her in the kitchen.

“Hey, can you guys feel the love tonight?” he gestured to their friends coupled on the couch.

Mina rolled her eyes at him and shoved a spoonful of cookie dough in his mouth, “Eat the dough Denki.”

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Req Wed: Something There

Aizawa x All Might

Yagi put his book back down on the table in order to say ‘good morning’ to Aizawa. It had been exactly 57 days since they had to move into the teacher dorms and he still could not get over seeing the man in his pajamas every morning.

Aizawa mumbled something in reply and scratched at his stomach, opening the fridge and then closing it, grabbing a mug for coffee instead.

“He’s cute in the mornings,” Mic whispered into Yagi’s ear, raising his brows suggestively and then returning back to his cereal.

Yagi could feel the blush creep up his back and spread across his cheeks. He stuttered and mumbled and picked his book back up, tried to find his last sentence but couldn’t. He peeked above the pages and unfortunately made direct eye contact with Aizawa.

The man looked away immediately, scraggly hair covering red tinted cheeks.

The two of them blushing like virgins sneaking a peek of a victorian ankle.

“Hey Sho, didn’t you read this book Toshi’s holding?” Mic turned to Yagi and raised his brows in another torturously suggestive way.

“I- yeah, it’s…” Aizawa stuttered and eventually tapered off his speech.

“Yeah, it’s. I…” Yagi responded in like.

“Wow,” Mic deadpanned. “These two teach children.”

Aizawa gruffed and cursed at him, rolled his eyes and turned to Yagi, “I’m making Katsu for dinner tonight if you would like some?”

Yagi suddenly lost all ability to talk and Aizawa floundered.

“That is, ya know, if you like that… or want… that.”

“I… yeah… I… it sounds… good,” Yagi barely managed to speak.

“Okay, good,” Aizawa replied and shoved himself through the kitchen door.

Mic clasped his hands together and fluttered his lashes, “Well who’d have thought? Bless my soul, who’d think they’d come together on their own?”