#poly!kiribaku

[disgraceful-writings]

Poly!KiriBaku x reader where Katsuki calls them mommy/daddy while they fuck him to tears

[bigmooncheeks]

You're Not a Burden

All you wanted was a nice, romantic weekend with your Pro Hero boyfriends. Too bad your monthly visitor came to try and ruin it.

CN: ProHero!Bakugou, ProHeroKirishima, reader - all in a polyam relationship. Fluff, with semi-graphicish mentions of periods and blood.

Everyone in this fic is grown and over 18, as you should be if you're reading this. Minors and blank blogs, do not interact - I will block.

AN: This has been sitting in my drafts for far too long, so finally needed to clear it out. I also just need this out so I can refer back to it when I get my own period and want a fictional man to take care for me T_T

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I could stay like this forever, you thought.

The early morning light spilled into the bedroom. And there you were, Bakugou’s perfectly worn in Dynamight tee falling off one shoulder as you shifted to sit up. To your left was a snoring Kirishima spooned in your direction, one leg hanging off of the bed. To your right was an angelic-faced Bakugou starfishing onto your part of the bed, his hand curled just right underneath your pillow.

This was the best way to wake up.

It’s rare that the three of you get to spend any mornings like this, let alone a Saturday. Dating two Pro Heroes — both in the Top 10 no less — is not for the faint of heart, you’re learning. 

But after pulling weeks of late nights, they surprised you yesterday with taking the entire weekend off - to which you celebrated with a late night of fried noodles, drinks at your favorite bar, and drunken makeouts back at Bakugou’s place. 

Proceeding with you all collapsing into the best cuddle puddle you could have imagined being in the middle of. 

“Well, look at that,” you heard a raspy whisper. You looked up at the smirking blond next to you, his fingers petting the top of your head. “You actually managed to be up before me for once.”

“Not on purpose,” you said. You rolled closer to him, drawing your leg over his. “But I gotta say, I’m starting to see the appeal.”

“Keh. I’ll let you have this one,” he replied back. “As long as you keep that sexy ass nice and close to me. Can’t have the bed all cold and shit.”

“‘Suki, there’s a whole human heater next to me. You’d be fine.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Maybe. But do you hear him? It’d take the fucking dead to get him up.”

You giggled. He had a point. Kirishima could sleep through alarms, sirens, even national emergencies if he wanted.

“Well, looks like more cuddle time with my favorite blonde for me,” you couldn’t resist rubbing yourself against his thigh, already feeling him beginning to harden.

You wanted to snuggle back down into the covers with him. That was, until you felt an all-too-familiar gloop between your legs interrupted your thoughts. 

You didn’t even have to look down to know what that gloop meant.

SHIT.

You damn near fell out the bed with how fast you rolled off of Bakugou and onto your feet, Kirishima’s snore hiccuping in his throat at the bed rippling. 

But you couldn’t look up. Not after hearing a quiet splat on your foot.

You looked down, a spot of bright red blood smeared on your ankle… up your thigh… and sitting uncomfortably on your now ruined underwear. And what you could only imagine on the sheets.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

There it was, confirmed. Your period. 

Bakugou said something to you, but you couldn’t make it out over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. 

You rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door a bit harder than you meant to, frantically pulling off your underwear to toss it into the sink, turning on the faucet. 

The three of you hadn’t been dating that long for them to see all of the really messy parts of your life yet. And you preferred it that way. 

You’d had enough toxic relationships to learn that when it came to dating, you tended to tread lightly. Because the last thing you wanted was to be a burden. To need saving. 

That’s why you made sure that things were as close to perfect and stress-free for them when you hung out. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t know your period was coming, either. That was the worst part. It’s that you planned on having enough time to at least be able to get home, at least get your hands on a pad or tampon. But now you were stuck here.

Shit. Shit. Shit, you thought.

You didn’t even want to think about the mess that you made in the bed. How were you going to clean everything up before the boys noticed? What would they say if they saw you like this? You just wanted to have a nice, chill, romantic weekend morning with your boys. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by your stomach, cramping sharply. 

“No. Not now…” you groaned to yourself. You still had so much to do. You had to clean your underwear before it stained. You had to clean yourself up. You had to somehow make it to your place to get supplies and….

Another wave of cramps hit you and you crouched down, balling up. Your eyes stung with sharp, fat tears.

You needed to get up and at least try to scrub the blood out of of your clothes. 

A hard ass knock pounded at the door.

“Oi! What’s going on in there?”

Oh no.

“N-nothing, Kats,” you replied, getting up enough to at least turn the faucet off. One arm still gripped at your cramping stomach. “Just-”

“Not the way you fell over me and Shitty Hair getting out of the bed you’re not. Open the door and let me in.”

“No!”

The last thing you needed was Bakugou to see you like this. To yell at you some more. To make you feel more embarrassed, ashamed then you already did.

“What’s going on?” came Kirishima’s voice on the other side of the door, stick thickened with sleep. But alert enough to know that something was wrong.

There was a beat of silence that lingered too long. You stood, doing the best you can in between cramps to at least start scrubbing at your ruined underwear.

“We’re coming in,” you heard Bakugou say, before turning the doorknob open.

And both of your boyfriends stood there and saw you; saw it all.

You, the water running, the bright red of the blood that wouldn’t come out in time. And your ruined pair of underwear in your hand.

There was no running from this.

So you burst into tears. Neither Pro moved, or really knew what to do. You couldn’t see them, but you could imagine the look of horror and disgust on their faces. The looks that you’ve seen all too often before from partners when this happened.

“What happened?” you heard Bakugou ask in a low, even voice. You still couldn’t bear to look up at him, or Kiri. Not when you looked like this.

“I’m so sorry,” you hiccuped out, slumping to the tile of the bathroom floor. “I - it wouldn’t come out. And I tried scrubbing and washing and…” you took a shaky breath. “I tried to hurry but then I started cramping up and I-”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

You shook your head.

That’s when you felt a pair of hands on your chin, forcing you to look up. 

And that’s when you saw it.

They weren’t disgusted.

They were scared.

For you.

“Pebble, why didn’t you say anything to us?”

“I didn’t want to be a burden to y’all.”

You felt nothing but muscle and skin as you got pulled into Kirishima’s arms for a hug. It felt warm just like him. On your back, you felt Bakugou’s hands rubbing small circles. 

The three of you stayed like that until your tears hiccupped down. Once you pulled back from Kirishima to rub your eyes, Bakugou spoke again.

“What do you need?”

You sighed. “The blood needs to be washed out. And all of my pads are at home. And my cramps really, really hurts.” You sniffed. “And I’m hungry. I want some chocolate really, really, really bad. But it’s still so early. And my crotch hurts.”

“Shitty hair, you getting all of this so you can go down to the pharmacy?”

Both you and Kiri looked up at Bakugou. You all knew that the red-haired hero was a bit better to handle more emotional situations like this. 

“You - sure you got this, Kat?” Kirishima asked

“Did I fucking stutter? Grab your ugly ass clown shoes on and head down already. I’ll stay here with them.”

Kirishima didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed your forehead, then went back into the bedroom to presumably grab his wallet and slip on his Crocs before heading out. 

Bakugou helped you to your feet before going into his medicine cabinet, pulling out a bottle of pain medicine.

“Take this. It should be strong enough to start kicking in by the time he gets back.”

You looked up at him, feeling like a little kid. But as you parted your lips to speak, he sighed.

“Don’t start with that apology shit again either. I don’t want to hear it. You don’t have anything to apologize for, and you’re not a burden. Do you think this is the first time either of us has had to deal with a little bit of blood?”

You took the medicine and shuffled back into the bedroom, where Bakugou had already pulled out a dark towel and one of his sweatpants. 

“Here. Lay on this or put these on until the idiot gets back. I’ll go put this stuff in the wash. You need anything else, you come straight to us. No more of this stupid shit, you hear me?”

You already started to feel so much better. They wanted to take care of you. You were wanted.

“Yeah. Thanks, Suki.”

Then Bakugou flashed you a rare, soft smile that made your heart flutter.

“Anytime.”

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[hxyleswritesthings]

Poly!KiriBaku Headcanons

Author's note: Just some little things on what domestic life is like with these two beefcakes. Enjoy!

- Bakugou and Kirishima are the exact opposite in the morning. More often than not, Kiri sleeps in as late as possible, but he wakes up cheery. Bakugou, on the other hand, is usually the first one up every single morning but he's liability to be around for at least the first hour he's awake.

- You are the classic grumpy morning person. As long as the guys are home, they're usually the ones to wake you up in the morning, and they both know to give you space until you've finished your first cup of coffee.

- As the first one up, Bakugou likes to shower first and make coffee for the three of you before you part ways. If he has the time, he likes to go on a quick morning run/walk and grab pastries from the bakery around the corner.

- On the rare occasion that you do wake up on time, you like to make a quick breakfast for the three of you to eat, packing them both bentos for lunch as well.

- There was one time Kiri walked in to the kitchen, following the smell of breakfast and coffee, only to find you bent over the kitchen counter, practically drooling as Bakugou relentlessly pounds into you, taking out his bad mood. Bakugou just grins at the redhead when he looks up to find him staring, not missing a beat as he reaches around to thumb at your clit until you're begging for release, thighs shaking as you gush on his cock. Bakugou's not far behind, grunting as he pulls your hips back against him to fill you up, grip hard enough to leave bruises. Kirishima just watches the whole thing over his coffee cup, pants feeling tight from where he sits at the dining table.

- You're weak now, Bakugou's arm the only thing keeping you up as he gives you both a moment to breath before he's slipping out of you and pulling his pants back up. head leaning on the table as bakugou keeps you standing, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he's slipping out of you and pulling his pants of his hero suit back up and tucking himself away. He leans down to pull your leggings up as well, silent as he scoops you up and dumps you in a chair next to Kirishima, serving you both a heaping plate of eggs.

- You're a little dazed from the events of the morning, whining as you get placed down before crawling into Kirishima's lap in need of affection.

- The three of you rarely have any serious fights, but due to his temper and your stubbornness it's not unusual for you and Bakugou to bicker. You love each other dearly, but you've been known to butt heads over the smallest things. It rarely ever gets out of hand. Most of the time one of you breaks pretty quickly and you both laugh it off and move on.

- This courtesy does not extend to game night. You and Katsuki are known for full on screaming at each other and making Eiji play referee to whatever the nights chosen game was.

- You never let Katsuki live it down when you absolutely crush him in Mario Kart.

- I hc that as he gets older, Kiri starts growing his hair out more and he looovesss to sit between your legs and let you play with and braid his hair.

- Bakugou's not big on you playing with his hair but sometimes he does let you paint his nails a solid black, claiming it looks good with his hero suit.

- With them being busy pro heros, getting everyone's schedules to align can be difficult, but you make it a goal for all three of you to sit down for dinner together at least once a week. Most of the other nights, it's usually you with either one of them, or you don't even have dinner together at all.

- Bakugou's not much of a partier, so he's usually the DD when y'all go out with your friends. He does enjoy a drink or two on the nights he's not too tired to stay up after work. When you guys host, it becomes Kirishima's personal mission to get him absolutely /trashed/.

- Bakugou becomes VERY clingy when he drinks and he opens up in a way his friends don't usually get to see. You find it quite endearing.

- Before the three of you formally announced your relationship to your group of friends, everyone could tell with how handsy he was with Kiri. Everything finally came to a head once Shoto walked in on them making out in the hallway. He came back, nervous to tell you how he had caught your boyfriend's infidelity, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter when the blonde in question came back into the room, Kiri in tow, both of their faces bright red at being caught.

- It took your friends no time to warm up to the idea, Mina jumping up with a squeal and shouting at how Denki now owed her money from a bet.

- At night, you guy switch between the two bedrooms depending on the mood. Bakugou's bed is bigger, but there's something extra cozy about how many pillows Kiri keeps.

- The three of you are just a bunch of grown up kids who love each other very much and are doing their best to navigate life together :’)

[myherokatsuki]

— Part I —

Warnings/Tags: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact, alcohol, flirting, nothing too scandalous this time around, f!reader, reader is called little lady, darlin’, sweet pea, & sugar as pet names

Word Count: 3k

Summary:  When two new gorgeous farmhands start working on your daddy’s ranch, how can you ever choose between them, especially when they both make it clear they want you. Who says you have to choose?

a/n: Based on this brainrot & inspired by @thecowboykatsuki-anon​‘s wonderful cowboy!au. I know y’all are waiting on some of my other wips, but this one kinda grabbed me by the throat and I had to get it out there. There’ll be two more parts for this. :3

When you woke bright and early that Monday morning, heading from your little cabin tucked away in the back corner of the ranch to the main house like you did every day, little did you know how much your normal routine was about to be disrupted.

“Mornin’!” you called, finding your mother in the kitchen already setting out breakfast.

“Mornin’ darlin’,” she greeted, pausing to plant a kiss to the top of your head like she did every morning. Even though you were all grown up now and basically living on your own (even if you hadn’t technically left the property), you’d always been her little sweet pea.

“Where’s daddy?” you asked, noticing your father’s empty chair as you took your own seat.

“He already ate, he’s getting the new farmhands started out in the field.”

“Oh, that’s right, hay baling starts today,” you mused, picking up a strip of bacon. “Wait, I didn’t know we hired any new help. What happened to the usual guys?”

Your mother sighed, her lips twisting slightly. “They just up and left the other day without a word, left your poor daddy scramblin’ to find new help on such short notice. Luckily he found two strapping young lads new to town and looking for work. They’ll be stayin’ in the apartment above the carriage house,” she explained, noticing your curious expression.

“You’ll meet them soon enough. I’ll have you bring some refreshment out there closer to lunch.”

When you nodded, trying to hide your excited grin, she pointed at you with the end of her fork. “I know what you’re thinkin’, y/n. No funny business now–”

“Me, funny business? I’d never!” you exclaimed quickly, but you were already wondering what these new farmhands would be like… or if they’d be nice to look at.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, you packed up the lunch and fresh squeezed lemonade your ma had made and headed out to the field where the two were working with your father. As you approached, you let your gaze stray to the two young men, about your age, eyeing the pair up discreetly. At first sight you could see how built they were, their well muscled arms bulging as they easily hoisted the finished bales into the back of the truck. But as you got closer, their heads swiveling toward you, you faltered. They were clearly more than just easy on the eyes, they were gorgeous.

The red haired one with his long locks pulled back and held out of his face with a grimy bandana grinned widely, waving as you approached, while his blonde friend merely watched you, pushing his cowboy hat back to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Though his expression didn’t change, he watched you intently, the corner of his lips finally twitching briefly as he caught your eye.

“Ah, y/n, there you are,” your father exclaimed, breaking the spell, and you turned to greet him.

“I brought you guys somethin’,” you said, setting the tray down and pouring each a tall cold glass of lemonade.

“You’re a lifesaver, darlin,” your father replied thankfully, accepting the drink and tipping it back.

You snuck a glance at the other two, feeling their eyes on you. “You gunna introduce me?” you prompted and your father chuckled, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before gesturing to the two in front of you.

“This is Katsuki Bakugou and Eijirou Kirishima, they’ll be helpin’ round the ranch for the rest of the season.”

The blonde nodded, followed by the redhead and you nodded back.

“Boys, this is my daughter, y/n.”

You could tell he wanted to say more, but thankfully he held his tongue, not wanting to embarrass you in front of them, though you had a feeling he’d probably give the two a lecture once you were gone.

“It’s a pleasure,” Kirishima said, hastily pulling his work glove off to shake your hand.

“Pleasure,” Bakugou echoed, taking your hand next.

“I, uhm, I brought some sandwiches too,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat under both sets of ruby eyes, and your father bade the boys take a break to eat.

Once they’d finished, you reluctantly took the empty glasses and pitcher back to the house, but before you knew it, you'd found yourself ambling back toward the barn as your father left the two to unload the truckbed on their own.

This time you found Kirishima had already shed his sweat dampened t-shirt, his tanned skin shining in the golden light of the setting sun and you leaned against a nearby fencepost to watch them work, a grin playing on your lips as you admired them.

Feeling your eyes on them, Kirishima glanced up, nudging Bakugou with his elbow when he noticed you watching.

“Looks like we got a spectator,” he murmured, throwing you his most charming grin.

Bakugou let out a grunt, but looked over as well, letting his gaze linger over you for a moment. “This job just got a helluva lot better,” he muttered back, though his grin slipped when he caught you biting your lip as you unabashedly stared at Kirishima’s chest, admiring the way his muscles flexed and stretched with each movement.

Not to be outdone, Bakugou pulled his hat off so he could peel his shirt over his head as well, giving you a bit of a show.

“That’s more like it!” you teased, laughing delightedly at the feast of flesh before you. It was cute how obvious Katsuki’d been to catch your attention.

“So, my father give you the whole ‘don’t disrespect my daughter’ talk yet?” you asked, and the two glanced at each other.

“It mighta come up,” Bakugou replied, shrugging, pausing to replace his hat, his unruly ash blonde hair still poking out from beneath its curved brim.

“Mmm, I see,” you hummed, pouting slightly. “Hope he didn’t scare you off.”

“We don’t scare so easy,” Bakugou drawled, giving you a meaningful look.

“Yeah, don’t worry, we know how to behave,” Kirishima agreed. “...And when not to,” he added with a wink, the implication filling you with heat.

“I like the sound of that,” you murmured.

“There anything fun to do around here when you’re not workin’?” Bakugou segued and you tapped your chin thoughtfully.

“I can think of a few things,” you mused, lips curling mischievously. “There’s a bar in town that serves good drinks,” you suggested. “Pool tables, good music, good people.”

“Great!” Kirishima exclaimed, sharing a look with his friend. “Maybe we’ll see you there.”

“Yeah, I’ll probably go this weekend,” you replied, grimacing when you heard your mother call for you. “Guess I gotta go help with dinner,” you sighed wistfully, lingering for a moment longer.

“I’ll see you boys later!” you called, getting one last good eyeful in before winking and pushing off the fence. As you sauntered away, you could practically feel their gaze on you; their eyes glued to your swaying hips.

Things were definitely about to get a lot more fun around here.

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Over the next few days you were never far from the two new farmhands, making it a point to work nearby or to stop and flirt at any chance you got. It was beginning to grow painfully obvious that both men liked you—Kirishima perking up as soon as you neared and Bakugou watching you, huffing jealously any time his friend made a move before he could.

Enjoying the attention, you couldn’t help but tease them, purposefully pitting them against each other a little. It was just harmless things, like complimenting Eijirou on his strength just to watch Bakugou lift twice as much next just to show him up. Or asking Katsuki for help opening a new jar of pickles, giggling as the two argued over who could do it.

The one time you brought Kiri a glass of sweet tea and a towel to clean off with while he was working on the old tractor’s engine, Bakugou grumbled under his breath, very nearly pouting til you walked past and gave him a peck on the cheek before heading back inside, rather pleased with yourself.

However, by the time the weekend rolled around, the two were beginning to catch onto your little game. Taking your advice, they decided to hit up the local bar to let off some steam and relax.

“She definitely knows what she’s doin’,” Bakugou muttered, bringing the dark bottle to his lips and taking a draw.

Kirishima nodded, watching as you walked through the door, thanking his lucky stars you’d shown up. Whistling low under his breath at the sight of you in those painted on jeans, hugging your hips just right, he froze, staring.

“She definitely does,” he agreed vacantly, drawing Bakugou’s gaze as well.

“You know I ain’t backin’ down, right?” the blonde huffed, his brows knitting as his eyes followed your path to the bar. “If she wants a competition, then let’s give her a competition.”

Kirishima chewed his lip, thinking it over. He definitely didn’t want to give up—there was something special about you and he wanted to get to know you better, not to mention see you stretched around his cock, but Katsuki was a force to be reckoned with and he was probably the most competitive person he knew.

“Fine, you’re on,” he exclaimed, making up his mind, the prize too great to give up on.

A feral grin spread across Bakugou’s face as his eyes returned to you. “First one to get y/n in bed is the winner, and the loser’ll back off,” he announced, holding out his hand.

“May the best man win,” Kirishima agreed, shaking his friend’s hand firmly. “Guess we’ll see just who she prefers once and for all.”

“Guess we will,” Bakugou repeated, finishing off his beer and ordering another round. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said, pushing away from the bar, fresh beer in hand, he made a b-line right to you.

“Fancy meetin’ you here, sugar.”

At the sound of Bakugou’s drawl, you turned to grin up at him, cheeks heating slightly as he tipped his hat to you.

“Hey, you came!” you exclaimed, embracing him, glad to see him, half hoping you’d bump into him and Eijirou tonight.

“Sure did, had to come see what all the fuss was about,” Kirishima answered before Bakugou could, nodding to you with a flirty wink.

“Eiji, you’re here too!” you gasped, delighted, wrapping him in a friendly hug as well. Bakugou, on the other hand, looked less than pleased, scowling at his friend’s interruption.

“Sure am, little lady,” the redhead murmured, taking your hand to brush a kiss to your knuckles.

“Can I get you a drink?” Bakugou asked, once more vying for your attention and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Sure, I’ll take a jack and coke.”

Soon the drink was in your hand and the three of you had claimed a table. The place was packed and you had to lean in close to hear over the din of overlapping voices and the music blasting from the jukebox, but you didn’t mind.

You asked where the two had come from and introduced them to some of the locals that stopped by to chat. Once things calmed down a bit, Kirishima gestured to the mechanical bull in the center of the room with the neck of his beer bottle.

“You ever try your hand at that?” he wondered, glancing at you curiously.

“A couple times,” you replied, sipping at your drink. You’d polished off a couple and were starting to feel just the right amount of tipsy, your inhibitions lowered.

“What about you? You should try it, I wanna watch,” you exclaimed excitedly, leaning in close to him.

Kirishima’s brows rose before a determined look crossed his face and he turned to Bakugou. “Wanna see who can stay on the longest?”

“Tch, as if you even have to ask,” Bakugou snapped back, his carmine eyes flashing. “I’ll beat your time easy!” declared, leaning back in his chair to watch.

“Good luck!” you called, whistling after Kiri as he stood, the tips of his ears flushing. As he swung his leg over the back of the bull, you couldn’t help but check out his ass, and when the machine stuttered to life, starting out slow, you cheered him on enthusiastically.

Once he got the hang of it, Kirishima didn’t do too bad, throwing his arm back and leaning as the bull bucked and spun, trying to throw him from its back. He made it eight seconds before being unseated, the machine giving a violent jerk, and Eijirou rolled to the padded floor, flopping to his back amid a chorus of cheers and whistles from the bar patrons.

“Yeah, yeah, now watch how a real pro does it,” Bakugou boasted with a smirk, pushing up from the table for his turn, pausing to give his friend a hand before mounting the bull himself.

When Kirishima rejoined you, you congratulated him on his run, flashing him an encouraging grin before the two of you turned your attention back to Katsuki. The blonde made it look easy and you could tell it wasn’t his first time riding.

“Hey, y/n.”

Kirishia’s deep voice in your ear made you jump, tearing your eyes from Bakugou to look over.

“What’s up, Eij?” you asked, giving him your full attention.

“Well, I was wonderin’ if you’d like to go out sometime?”

The question took you aback, but you couldn’t say you weren’t pleased. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied quietly, wondering where he’d take you.

A loud cry from the crowd pulled your eyes back to Bakugou, who’d finally been unseated by the mechanical bull. When his time was announced, Kirishima’s face fell; Katsuki had managed to beat him by a couple seconds.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled as he returned to the table, dusting himself off, his lips quirked smugly. “How about that, looks like I won.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kiri grumbled and you rolled your eyes at the exchange.

“So, how about it, y/n? Does the winner get a kiss?” Katsuki asked hopefully, tapping his cheek with a finger.

Just then an idea came to you and a mischievous grin tugged at your lips as you rose, leaning in close to Katsuki, puckering up until at the last moment you stepped past him.

“Actually, I think I want a turn as well,” you exclaimed, turning back to shoot both men a playful look as you walked backwards toward the bull, finding Kirishima laughing uproarously while Bakugou’s expression had turned from smug to shocked.

The ash blonde recovered quickly, however, and he gave a loud whoop as you climbed atop the bull’s back, scooting forward toward the front of the bull and finding your grip.

“Ride ‘em, cowgirl! Show us how it’s done!” Kirishima called and a laugh burst from your lips as the bull began to move.

Instinctively, you rolled your hips, squeezing your legs around the bull’s sides as hard as you could as it bucked beneath you. As the bull spun and shifted, you leaned away from it, using your outstretched arm for balance, too focused on staying on to pay much attention to the boys.

Out in the crowd, Kirishima had gone slack jawed, eyes glued to you while Katsuki tried to surreptitiously adjust himself, his jeans growing tight at the way you moved, both men imagining you riding something else.

By the time you could no longer hold on, your muscles turning to water and the room spinning around you, Bakugou and Kirishima had composed themselves and hurried to help you up.

“What was my time?” you asked, your words slurring together slightly.

“Twelve seconds,” Bakugou answered, helping you to your feet and slipping his arm around your middle to keep you upright.

“You beat both of us,” Kirishima breathed, clearly impressed.

Giggling, you took a step forward and stumbled, bumping into Katsuki’s side.

“Woah there,” he murmured, his grasp on you tightening.

“Think it’s time to get you home, little lady,” Eijirou added, slinging his arm around you as well, stabilizing you further.

“Yeah, that might be wise,” you agreed, your stomach beginning to churn and your head throbbing. The last thing you wanted was to throw up all over their boots.

“I’ll get the truck and meet you at the door,” Kirishima offered, slipping from your side as soon as you were outside.

Sighing, you found yourself leaning into Katsuki’s side and he let out a soft snort. “Y’know this probably ain’t the best time, but I had fun tonight, and I’d like to take you out, just the two of us,” he offered, his arm around your side warm.

You hummed and nodded. “Sounds like fun.”

You didn’t have time to say more before Kirishima’s truck pulled up next to you and he jumped out to open the passenger door.

Soon you were comfortably sandwiched between the two, your eyelids drooping, the slow sway of the truck lulling you toward sleep. The ride back to the ranch was quiet, nothing but the soft sound of the radio to fill the silence, but you didn’t mind.

“Thank you for both being such gentlemen and helping me get home safely,” you murmured, letting Bakugou help you out of the truck once Kiri had pulled up in front of your little cabin.

“Course,” Katsuki replied gruffly and you didn’t miss the way his thumb brushed over your knuckles before he let go of your hand.

“Make sure to take somethin’ for your head and drink plenty of water,” Eijirou said, and you turned back to smile at them before opening your door.

“I will. See you in the morning,” you chirped, blowing them both a kiss before slipping inside.

“Sleep well, y/n!” they called, retreating back to the truck.

As you got ready for bed, you were already wondering what each of them were planning for their dates.

Once the boys had returned to the carriage house, however, their thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, remembering the way you’d moved atop the mechanical bull, and it would be a while yet before sleep claimed them, each needing to get those thoughts out of their systems.

——

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[lxvislxdy]

okay, so I’ve been thinking... the poly!kiribaku x reader brain rot is on a whole other level rn.

I have this headcannon that Bakugou is SUPER big on honesty. Like, you lie to him once? That’s it. You’re done. He has a hard time opening up to people and trusting them, so if he’s gonna let you in, he has to know he can trust you 100%. So when him and Kiri get together, that’s like a huge thing for him.

So just imagine how he starts feeling when he realizes that he has feelings for you, too. Dude is PANICKING. Don’t get me wrong, he is totally and completely in love with Kirishima and would never even dream of leaving him. He’d never admit it to anyone, but Kiri has him totally wrapped around his finger (and vice versa, duh). And even though Baku doesn’t plan on doing anything about these feelings (he’d never hurt Kiri), it still eats him alive because he feels like he’s hiding something.

And, obviously, Kiri notices something is bothering him. But he doesn’t push, cause he knows Bakugou will come to him when he’s ready. (Kirishima is a literal angel, you con’t convince me otherwise!)

I imagine Bakugou spends, like, a week or two totally freaking out and stressing. But then it starts to keep him up at night, and Kiri finally steps in and is like, okay, c’mon, tell me what’s going on.

And Baku panics and has this whole dramatic tell-all moment, and he is TERRIFIED. But Kiri is just like, “okay? I know, Kats, it’s okay.”

And Baku’s like wait a damn minute, you’re not... mad? And Kiri just laughs and assures him he’s not mad, and he’s proud of him for telling him, even though he was scared to. And when I tell you Bakugou is so confused! This man is absolutely baffled. Of course, he asks again, “Are you SURE you aren’t upset? Like... at all?”

And Kiri just makes a joke, like, ‘well you weren’t planning on leaving me, where you? beside’s, y/n’s super badass, and sweet, and manly...’ and slowly they’re both just like... oh. OH! we BOTH like them!

Eventually, after a lot of thought, Kiri is the one to suggest bringing you into the relationship, and the rest is history :)

They love you, and will protect you with their life, and you will literally be so spoiled and loved, the end.

(thanks for listening to me ramble, I have no idea what this is but it won’t leave my brain so I wrote it down)

[boku-heroes]

Poly!KiriBaku x S/O Imagines (Hurt/Comfort)

(For @squishytenya ! Hope this your day a bit better!)

When S/O is feeling really down about themselves Kirishima and Bakugo notice immediately. Kiri will find ways to make them smile and Bakugo is really great at providing advice.

Kirishima will be the first to jump in and ask if you are ok. He will listen silently and begin to gently hug you, his fingers rubbing your back gently while the steady breathing calms you down.

Bakugo will sit on the other side of you and hols your hand, his eyes looking intently at you but with a softness that even surprised you.

Bakugo doesn't expect you tell all the details. He knows you are suffering and sometimes you just need a shoulder to cry on. So without pushing you, he will talk. Like really talk with you. His words are softer than usual, but with a strength and determination that makes you want to continue to listen to him, despite feel hurt and uneasy.

As the reality of the situation hits you, you weep. Kirishima let's go of you to make room for Bakugo. The two of them gently embrace you. Ensuring that neither of them are suffocating you. The three of you spend time in silence until the tears dry up.

Kirishima is the first to get up, not before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Hey, you haven't ate much today. I'll go order some dinner for us."

Bakugo fingers brush through your hair, massaging your scalp. He offers to start you a hot bath with whatever oils or bath bombs you desire.

Bakugo is the kind of guy that wants to stick right by you until he knows 100% that you are ok. So don't be too surprised if he lifts you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He inspects you to see if there are any injuries. If there are he will clean up the mess and patch you right up. Of course you will get a lecture from him about being careful but it won't be in his usual aggressive tone.

Kirishima comes back and smiles. Man that smile can cure anything. He peppers your faces with kisses and suggests that after your bath the three of you watch a movie together.

The night is spent feeling warm, relaxed and having Kirishima and Bakugo compliment you and acting silly. When they see your smile break through, Bakugo "lightly" hits Kirishima's shoulder, "Told you I could make her smile" the two begin to playfully bicker at who made you smile first

[myherokatsuki]

Pairing: ProHero!Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader x ProHero!Kirishima Eijirou

Warnings/Tags: aged up characters, polyamorous relationship, misunderstandings, reader gets gossiped about at work Word Count: 2k

Summary: When a coworker catches you with Kirishima she starts a rumor that you’re cheating on Bakugou, but the boys decide they won’t stand for that.

a/n: Wanted to write a little something fluffy for Valentine’s Day :3  Same reader character from Shared.  (Don’t necessarily need to read to understand this fic tho.)

“I’m home!” you called wearily, pushing the door shut behind you and leaving your heels by the entryway, slipping your aching feet into your fluffy little bunny slippers before stepping into the hall.

“Welcome home beautiful!” two sets of voices called back and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips at the sound.

“Long day?” Kirishima asked, glancing up from his spot on the couch. 

Apparently one look at you was enough to make that obvious.

“Yeah, you could say that,” you sighed.

“Aw, any new hot office gossip?” he asked, pulling you into his lap as soon as you ambled closer and you collapsed against him with a heavy sigh, burying your face into the crook of his neck.  For a long moment you didn’t answer, merely wanting to feel close to him, to soak up the comfort of his presence.

Kirishima made a small surprised sound and held you tighter, folding you against his chest protectively.  He was still getting used to all this—being able to hold you, to touch you whenever he wanted—not having to hold back or rely on daydreams any longer.

“Yeah, spill,” Bakugou added, pulling a fresh shirt on before pausing to press a kiss to the crown of your head as he passed, on his way to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Actually, I’m the hot gossip,” you groaned, rolling your eyes and pulling back slightly, wanting to be able to see them both.

“What, you?”  Kirishima cried, while Bakugou exclaimed a gruff “Why?”  

“Several of my coworkers are apparently under the impression that I’m cheating on you, Kats, with Eijirou,” you explained, huffing an unamused laugh as you picked at Kirishima’s loose t-shirt, not quite meeting his eyes.

“You’re fucking joking,” Bakugou snorted, shaking his head ruefully.  He could see how people might come to that conclusion, especially if they weren’t privy to the inner workings of the nature of your relationship.

“Wait, really?” Kirishima gasped, his eyes widening, a panicked look crossing his face.  

“Yeah, they already knew I was dating Katsuki and they must have seen you come to visit me the other day,” you mumbled, remembering the rather steamy kiss you’d shared in the elevator, unable to keep your hands off him, especially in his sexy hero costume.

“I didn’t mean to cause you any problems,” Kirishima exclaimed, guilt seeping into his expression.

“Hey, no.  You didn’t cause me any problems, babe,” you assured him quickly, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips, silencing his protests.  “It’s kinda amusing, actually.”

Kirishima let you silence him, moaning softly into your mouth as your tongue brushed his.

“If you say so,” he mumbled, chasing your lips with a whine when you pulled back.

“Yeah, I’ll just have to explain to them that I’m dating you both,” you said, your gaze sweeping over your other boyfriend in the kitchen, dark apron tied round his waist.

“What I wouldn’t give to see that,” Bakugou huffed, flashing you a smirk before turning to the stove.

“It’ll definitely be an… interesting conversation.  I’ll probably be the talk of the office for a while after that too, but I’m sure they’ll get tired of it eventually.  I mean, at least it’s better than them thinking I’m a cheating hussy.”

Bakugou grunted.  “Anyone has the nerve to call you a hussy’s gunna get to meet my fist,” he grumbled under his breath, punctuating his words with a blow to the steak in front of him, taking out his anger on tenderizing it.

“You’re so sexy when you get protective,” you laughed before letting out a heavy sigh.  “I’ll be alright though, I promise.”

The two men shared a look, obviously not completely convinced.

“Hey, why don’t you go take a shower before Bakugou finishes dinner?  I bet it’ll make you feel a little better,” Kirishima suggested.

As soon as you left the room and he heard the shower turn on, Kirishima turned back to Bakugou, slipping onto one of the stools at the counter’s edge, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Psst, hey Bakubro.”

The blonde grunted in response, glancing over at his friend, letting him know he was listening as he tended to dinner.

“So… Valentine’s Day is coming up, and uh, well, I didn’t know if, y’know, you already had plans.  Like, just for you and y/n, and I didn’t wanna step on your toes or anything, but–”

“I got us all a reservation at that fancy place y/n likes so much,” Bakugou replied before Kirishima could finish, the redhead’s eyes lighting up at his friend’s words, his hesitance instantly forgotten.

“Really?  That’s awesome!  I just wasn’t sure if–”

“We’re all in this together, dumbass.  Got that?” Bakugou huffed, his brusque response only making Kirishima’s grin widen.

“Got it!” he agreed with a nod, unable to stop smiling.

“Why’d you ask, you have an idea or something?” Bakugou continued, trying not to sound too curious.

“Yeah, actually, I was thinking we could surprise her at work with flowers and chocolates before we go out to dinner.  It’s be romantic and we could curb those stupid rumors her coworkers started,” Kirishima suggested.  “What do you think?”  

Bakugou frowned in thought before nodding. “Good idea,” he grunted, Kirishima’s chest puffing out at his praise.

“I can’t wait to see those stupid extras’ faces when we both show up.  Show ‘em all who y/n belongs to,” Bakugou boasted, his lips curling into a fierce smirk.

Kirishima couldn’t help but marvel at the subtle ways Bakugou always reassured his spot in their relationship with you–always reminding him just how included he was.

——

As you shut off the water and stepped out of the shower into the steam filled room, you could just make out the sound of muffled voices coming from the kitchen.  Grabbing your towel to wrap around yourself, you cracked the door to help dissipate the steam while straining your ears to catch snatches of your boyfriends’ conversation.

Burning with curiosity at the sound of your name, you hurriedly toweled off and grabbed some clean clothes from the basket outside the door, barely noticing whose oversized hoodie you pulled over your head on your way back to the kitchen.

“Hey,” you chirped, rounding the corner, the scent of dinner making your mouth water.  “What’re you guys talking about?” you asked innocently, leaning against the counter, chin propped in your hands as your graze took in both men.

“Nothin’ much nosy,” Bakugou tsked, though his gaze softened as it fell on you.

“Just guy stuff,” Kirishima added, grinning openly, faltering as he recognized his sweatshirt on your form.  “I-is that my shirt?” he asked, cheeks turning nearly as red as his hair.

“Oh, uh, yeah I guess it is,” you said, finally glancing down to get a better look.  “Sorry, I didn’t really look before putting it on.  Is that okay?  I can always change,” you offered, knowing that was the last thing Eijirou’d want you to do; the lovestruck look on his face giving him away.

“No!” he yelped, louder than he’d intended to.  “I-I mean, you don’t have to change.  You look so cute wearing my clothes!”

The awe in his ruby eyes and the dusting of pink that darkened his cheeks filled you with warmth, and affection surged through you.  You remembered the first time you’d worn one of Katsuki’s shirts–his reaction similar, gruffer and more begrudging, but sweet all the same, the blush on his cheeks no less endearing.

“Alright, if you insist,” you teased, flashing him a smile as Bakugou rolled his eyes fondly.

Will you two stop flirting and sit down already, huh?  Dinner’s finished,” he huffed, though he had no problem stealing a kiss before you took your seat.

You were halfway through dinner when you realized you’d never found out what they’d been saying about you, too distracted by Eijirou’s charm and Katsuki’s food to notice sooner, but by then you were too content to be curious any longer.

——

As the week went on, you tolerated your coworkers’ whispers and sneaking glances, never really summoning the nerve or finding a good time to set the record straight, slightly worried they wouldn’t believe you anyway.  Although, by the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, you were too excited to see what the guys had planned for you that you barely noticed their gossip until the end of your shift neared, several of your coworkers gathering around your desk.

“So, y/n, any big plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, Dynamight taking you out someplace special?”

“Actually, I’m not sure, it’s supposed to be a surprise,” you answered, fighting back a grin.

“The surprise is which guy she’ll end the night with,” the woman who’d caught you with Kirishima in the elevator the other week muttered, just loud enough for you to hear, and your smile slipped.

“Excuse me?” you asked, turning to gape at her, your other coworkers growing quiet at her snide remark, looking between the two of you, waiting to see how this would play out.

“Oh, I was just saying I’m sure you’ll be busy tonight.  Juggling two guys can’t be easy,” she replied with a straight face.

For a moment you merely stared at her, surprised at her audacity.  Whispering behind your back was one thing, but saying it straight to your face like that, like some sort of challenge was another thing entirely and you wanted nothing more than to slap that self righteous smirk off her face.  You knew she’d always been jealous of you, but this was too much.

Taking advantage of your stunned silence, however, she continued, taking it one step further.  

“I can’t believe how greedy you have to be, not to be content with one pro-hero–the second most popular pro hero in Japan, no less–but to sneak around behind his back with his best friend?  That’s so low,” she exclaimed, shaking her head incredulously.  “I mean, someone should tell Dynamight!”

“Someone should tell Dynamight what?”

Before you could formulate a comeback, Bakugou’s gruff voice filled the room and you blinked, tearing your eyes from your rival. 

“Katsuki!” you cried, never more glad to see him than you were right then.

To your surprise, however, he wasn’t alone, Kirishima at his side, a large heart-shaped box of chocolates under his arm, both of them still in their hero uniforms.

“Hey babe!” Kirishima called, grinning from ear to ear, already dismissing the other women that surrounded you, their eyes going wide as both men approached.

“Eiji!” you greeted cheerfully, accepting the colourful bouquet Bakugou thrust into your arms and cradling it against your chest, heart full to bursting.  “What are you two doing here?” you asked, looking between the two of them, though you had an idea.

“Wanted to surprise you,” Bakugou huffed, gathering your things from your desk for you, sharp vermillion gaze snapping over to your rival who’d gone uncharacteristically quiet, the blood draining from her face.

“Yeah!  Thought we’d pick you up for our big date tonight,” Kirishima explained and you knew that behind that innocent face he was feeling smug as hell.

“Wait, a-are you dating both of them?” one of your coworkers whispered, not daring to look at your rival, who seemed to want nothing more than to hide under a rock right about then.

“Yeah, we were all so close, it just sort of… happened,” you answered honestly, opening Kirishima’s box of chocolates to pop one in your mouth, moaning as the sweet candy hit your tongue.

“C’mon, we should have just long enough time to change before our dinner reservation,” Bakugou announced, letting you take his arm as Kirishima swooped in on the other side to wrap his arm protectively around your shoulders.

“You really didn’t have to spoil me so much,” you murmured, but Bakugou scoffed. 

“That’s our job, princess,” he muttered fondly, his gaze softening as he met yours.

As you passed your coworkers, heading to the elevator, you couldn’t help the smug smirk that tugged at your lips as your chin lifted proudly.  “You’re right.  I will be busy tonight,” you said pointedly, leaving them staring.

You knew as soon as the elevator doors shut behind you, you’d once more be the topic of much speculation, though of a much different kind.  Part of you was curious as to what they’d say, while part of you could care less, too preoccupied by the men that flanked you and the romantic evening they had in store for you.

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