#switch!bakugou

[theoncelee]

Squealing Santa Submission!!

I’ve had this done for a bit, but figured I’d post it on Christmas Day because why not?

Hi! @blueberrygiggles I’m your Squealing Santa this year!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating! I really can’t be trusted with winter holiday themed things can I? Yes, I wrote about both Chanukkah and Christmas, again. Listen I just can’t pick, ok? They’re both too fun. Hope that’s ok 😅

Also I made a lil visual aid it’s just flat colors but:

Fandom: MHA

Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)

Warnings: Light swearing and capital text. Other than that nothing this is super fluffy ^-^

Summary: AU where Kirishima celebrates Christmas and Bakugou celebrates Chanukkah. Kirishima and Bakugou are enjoying a lazy day chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room. The topic of which winter holiday, Christmas or Chanukkah, is better comes up. Playful tickling ensues 😈. Later, when lying in bed, Kirishima takes his sweet, soft, revenge.

Bakugou and Kirishima were just chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room, shooting the shit.

“I’m just saying, Christmas is the best holiday. I mean, come ON. Lights, cookies, and best of all, MAGIC. Chanukkah has NOTHING on THAT” Kirishima argued playfully.

“Nothing you say? Chanukkah has latkes, fire and gambling. That beats some fatass in a stupid suit any day of the week” Bakugou replied.

“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.

“The fuck do you think dreidel is, shitty hair?”

Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.

“DREIDEL? PFFT ihit doehoesn’t cohount if ihit’s chohocolahahate”

“Alright, pack it up gaylord before I give your something to laugh about” Bakugou shot back.

“You say as if you aren’t the biggest gigglemonster in Class 1A, Bakubro.” Kirishima teased with his signature shark-toothed grin and a wiggle of his fingers.

“Speak for yourself, sir laughs-a-lot” Bakugou retorted with an indignant huff.

“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”

“You will be if you don’t watch your attitude”

“Says you, giggles” Kirishima replied, accentuating the statement with a quick poke to Bakugou’s side, causing the fiery blond to bite down on his lower lip.

“That’s rich coming from you, flinch-meister” Bakugou easily returned, tasing kirishima in the ribs, resulting in a dramatic flinch and a sharp gasp.

“Oh yeah? Well, too bad you’re too slow to catch me.”

And with that Kirishima took off running out of Bakugou’s dorm room and towards the common room in a blind fit of nervous energy, giggles already threatening to bubble up and out of his throat. Bakugou was hot on his trail, fighting a grin of his own (he DID have a reputation, you know). The two quickly found themselves in the common room, facing each other from opposite ends of the couch, swerving to try and fake the other out. Though they tried to look serious, no one could mistake the excitement and playfulness dancing in their eyes. Finally tiring of the back and forth game, Bakugou leapt across the entire couch, flying into Kirishima and barreling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Bakugou scrambled to straddle Kirishima.

“Nooo dohohon’t”

“Don’t what, shitty hair?”

“Tihickle mehe”

Before Kirishima ever realized the trap he’d fallen into, Bakugou shoved his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and scratched at Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”

“Yes love?”

“AHAHAHAA”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you sweetheart”

“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”

“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”

With that Bakugou squeezed his hands into Kirishima’s underarms. And Kirishima did indeed “shut up and laugh” considering he could no longer get a single word out through his laughter. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Bakugou moved on to his grand finale, Kirishima’s ribs. He found the rib 3 from the bottom on the left, the one he KNEW Kirishima couldn’t stand, and dug in with scratching, vibrating fingers. The reaction was immediate.

“AAAAAIIIIII…………AHAHAHA………AH………NAHAHHHH……MEHE…..HERHEE….CEEEEE”

That last scream sounded suspiciously like “Mercy”, so Bakugou slowed his tickling down to just gentle tracing, keeping Kirishima in light giggles before rolling off him to get him some much needed water. Kirishima just closed his eyes and smiled, feeling significantly happier than he had before.

Later that night, Kirishima and Bakugou were cuddled up in Kirishima’s cramped bed, the tips of their noses practically touching as they easily shared whispers and hushed laughter between them. Wide smiles tugging hard at their cheeks, stray hands roaming, blushes deepening. All it took was one stray finger brushing against Bakugou’s side where it met his back, causing Bakugou to let out a small yelp and Kirishima to raise an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Oh? What’s that I hear? Is that…an opportunity for revenge?” Kirishima wasted no time grabbing Bakugou’s waist, flipping him over and pulling Bakugou’s back into his own chest. Firmly securing Bakugou against him with one arm, Kiri used his free hand to skitter his fingers all over Bakugou’s tummy, causing the sweetest, most out of character giggles to spill from the blondes lips without restraint. Normally he was able to resist such light tickles, but it was late and he was too tired to try or care. Soft, easy laughter bubbled up from his core and poured out of his mouth without protest as he threw his head back on Kirishima’s shoulder and grabbed desperately at his hands, despite putting no force into actually pushing them away. Naturally, Kirishima noticed.

“Aww is the super manly King Explosion Murder not strong enough to push me off? Or is he having too much fun to even try?” Bakugou could only shake his head and giggle in response. Because he WAS having fun. It felt good, to laugh like this. To be tickled and teased and so thoroughly messed with. It felt good to know that someone cared about, no, LOVED him enough to want to fuck with him like this. He kept up a tough facade, and he was slow to trust, but with Kirishima he felt SAFE and LOVED. And he knew he could love THIS, with HIM, without judgement. And GOD it felt good. He let his giggles grow without resistance, reveling in the feeling of laughter and being teased like this.

“Careful, love. Don’t wake our classmates” Kirishima chucked directly into Bakugou’s ear, careful to make sure his breath alone tickled.

Seeming to have forgotten they weren’t entirely alone, Bakugou quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle the sweet giggles he couldn’t even attempt to stop from streaming out of him. That’s when he felt treacherous fingers slip under his thin sleep shirt, the scribbling on his bare skin somehow WORLDS better worse. Kirishimas delicate fingers scratched and scraped at Bakugou’s soft skin, occasionally digging into the toned muscle underneath. They were like spiders, softly reeling in their prey for the taking. And Kirishima, that godsend asshole, was definitely taking. Kirishima’s dangerous hands traveled up and down Bakugou’s torso, tickling from his hips all the way to the top of his ribs, occasionally even dipping into his underarms. Bakugou grabbed a nearby pillow and threw his face into it in a desperate attempt to muffle his soft laughter. When he felt one devious finger swirl into his navel, he felt himself double over in a failed attempt to curl up, still held firm in Kirishima’s embrace. His mind was alight with the buzz of nothingness, unable to comprehend anything besides the feeling of Kirishima against his back, the safe arm around his waist, and the gentle tickles crawling over every inch of skin they could reach. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Kirishima slowed his tickles down until he was just gently rubbing away all the ghost tickles, before pulling Bakugou even further into him, carding his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, and whispering sweet praises in his ear. He kept this up until Bakugou drifted off to sleep, cheeks still dusted pink and a soft smile still tugging at his lips, body still curled around Kirishima’s arm. Kirishima himself wasn’t awake to enjoy the sight for much longer.

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[fluffyticklespots]

Hand It Over! (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou

Word Count: 1,535

Summary: Bakugou wants to watch TV, but Todoroki had control of the remote first. After (barely) asking nicely, he decides the only way to get it is through torture~.

A/N: This fic isn't necessarily TodoBaku, but it can be read that way or platonically! :D

“I said, give it to me!”

“Stop, Bakugou, I was here first.”

“Like I give a shit, Icy-Hot! Hand it over!”

Todoroki yelped when Bakugou pounced on him. He angrily tried grasping at the TV remote, which Todoroki held high above his head. Everything had been peaceful until Bakugou decided he wanted to come out of his room for once. Todoroki was watching a news program, though not much had been going on aside from the usual reports, and not two minutes had passed before Bakugou started demanding the remote. The half-and-half hero was used to this behavior from his classmate by now, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way he was being spoken to.

He tried grabbing at his explosive classmate’s hands with one of his own while still keeping the remote out of reach. “Stop. I already told you I’d give it to you when my show was over.”

“It’s the news!” Bakugou scoffed, still grappling for the remote, “It’s not even entertaining!”

“Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”

“Gimme the remote!”

“I said no.”

Bakugou growled, aggravated at the fact that his classmate was being so calm and that he was about equal strength with him, if not more so, so trying to grab the remote while he was pushing him away was more of a difficult task than he’d like it to be. In the midst of his fruitless attempts, he shifted his position, and accidentally brushed his hand along Todoroki’s side when rebalancing. He shot his gaze downward when he heard a loud gasp escape from his friend, along with his arm coming down ever so slightly.

“The hell was that?” Bakugou inquired, his usual gruffness accompanied by a sprinkle of interest and confusion.

“N-Nothing,” Todoroki stammered, his heart pounding and face flushed.

The hot headed hero silently scanned his friend beneath him, trying to figure out what could have elicited such a sound. He narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.

“I’m not dumb, Icy-Hot!”

“I never said you were.”

“Then tell me what that sound was!”

Todoroki felt himself sinking further into the couch, wishing he could just go back to watching TV. He felt his face heating up more and more by the second. He didn’t know how to get out of this. Bakugou was determined and stubborn; there was no way he was going to let this go. Quickly and in a panic, he took the moment Bakugou was distracted to squeeze at his side with his free hand. His classmate yelped in surprise, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso. This didn’t stop Todoroki, as he grinned a little and continued squeezing the side he had a grip on. Bakugou grit his teeth, growling in place of forced laughter, and tried clawing at his friend’s offending hands.

“S-Stop! What are you d-doing?!”

“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Are you ticklish?”

“O-Of course not, moron! Stop it!”

“If you’re not ticklish, then why do you want me to stop?” Todoroki moved his hand up to Bakugou’s ribs, squeezing and scribbling whatever surface he could that his friend wasn’t actively protecting.

“B-Becahause!” Bakugou doubled over, practically falling on top of Todoroki while he clutched his torso desperately. “Leheheave me alone!!”

“Were those giggles I heard~? Did the big, bad Bakugou just giggle?”

“No! Shut UUUHUHUHUP! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

Todoroki smirked as his explosive friend came crashing down onto him. He continued to rapidly squeeze and knead at the spot just above his ribcage, not letting up for a second. Bakugou thrashed like a fish out of water, shoving at his friend’s hands in pure desperation. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to back away from him, that was how badly it tickled.

“Not ticklish, huh?”

“SHUHUHUHUT YOUR MOHOHOHOUTH! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!”

“That’s not nice, Bakug–”

The half-and-half hero yelped when he felt a squeeze at his own side, and he absolutely melted when the squeezes continued. He lost any energy to keep up his own ticklish onslaught, and used any remaining energy to keep himself from laughing. Gasping for breath, Bakugou kept kneading and pinching his friend’s sides, grateful for the moment of reprieve. Once he finally regained his strength, he sat up fully and dug into his sides with more force.

“Oh, you all quiet now? What happened to that cocky attitude you just had, Icy-Hot?” He smirked and proceeded to explore Todoroki’s abdomen. He squeezed, kneaded, and scribbled his fingers along every inch of his ticklish torso. “C’mon! You were so vocal just a second ago! Laugh, dammit!”

A swift shake of his head was enough to encourage Bakugou to try even harder. He explored the entirety of his classmate’s torso, some spots eliciting more of a struggle than others, but he knew he hit the jackpot when he ventured up to his armpits. A single poke was enough to cause Todoroki to squeal and thrash harder than he had thus far. He shot his arms down and started pushing at his tormentor, but he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. The remote had long since fallen to the floor.

“There we go,” Bakugou grinned mischievously as he drilled into his friend’s hollows with his free hand.

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please? Please what? You have no room to beg, you started this!” He started kneading his thumb into the pits while scribbling his fingers on the outsides of them. “But I won’t object to hearing you beg. So go on, beg all ya want! See how far it gets you~.”

“NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEASING!! C-C’MOHOHOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!”

The smirk on the explosive teen’s face was spine-chilling. He looked sadistic as he tormented his poor classmate, really digging into one of his worst spots with such vigor, and feeding off the desperation in his voice. The combination of his bright red face and shrieking, helpless laughter was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and it showed. That is unless…

“You regretting not giving me the remote yet?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE STIHIHIHILL ON ABOUT THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You never gave it to me! Come to think of it…” Bakugou turned his hand into a claw, intensely scribbling into his friend’s armpits with deadly precision. “Is that why you started tickling me? Did I accidentally tickle you while tryna grab the remote? You wanted to distract me from trying to do it again?”

The heat that radiated off of his classmate’s face was enough of an answer. Todoroki shrieked, whined, and thrashed as his armpits were tormented. He wanted to just cover his face, too embarrassed to even wanna be in the same room as Bakugou right now. No one had known he was ticklish. Hell, he hadn’t even known until a particular confrontation with Midoriya not long ago. His upbeat friend had sworn not to tell a soul, though, so he figured he was safe from anyone else finding out. How he hated being wrong.

“Well?” Bakugou pinched the skin around the half-and-half hero’s armpits, drilled directly into the middle of them, rapidly scribbled and tickled every inch of the sensitive skin, doing whatever he could to squeeze out the loudest and most desperate laughter.

“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAY?! YEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHARE YOU HAHAHAPPY NOHOHOW?!”

“Not yet. You still need to hand over the remote.”

“FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUHUHUST TAHAHAHAKE IT!”

“I don’t think I wanna stop just yet, you’re having so much fun~!”

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”

“Ugh. Fine. After this.” Bakugou proceeded to lift his classmate’s shirt up, hold down his wrists with both of his hands, scoot downward, then positioned his lips above his tummy.

“W-What… Whahahat are you dohoing?” Todoroki looked on with confusion, tensing his belly for the worst. 

Without a word, the explosive hero took a large breath in, then blew a giant raspberry on his friend’s bare tummy. The noise that escaped him was almost inhuman. A mix of a shriek, a snort, and uncontrollable laughter, immediately followed by silent hysterics. Todoroki thrashed and bucked and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from the ticklish torment. He had never experienced such a torturous feeling before. And yet, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel exhilarating.

Once his long raspberry concluded, Bakugou sat off of his friend, shooting him an amused smirk. His classmate was a mess of tear-stained, red cheeks, residual giggles, and tingling nerves everywhere. After a few moments of trying to calm down, he sat up fully and glared at Bakugou, though it lost any effectiveness due to the wide smile he so desperately tried to hide.

“So, remote?” Bakugou inquired expectantly.

Todoroki huffed as he got off of the couch, legs trembling. He went around to the side the armrest he had been pinned to was on, and grabbed the remote that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. He then plopped back onto the couch, all energy having been expended.

“Here,” he glowered at Bakugou as he handed him the remote.

“Finally,” the hot head relaxed into the couch as he changed the channel, looking victorious. He then peered at Todoroki curiously, saw his attempt at a scowl, and laughed. “What? Your show’s over anyway~.”

#my hero academia #mha tickle #my hero academia tickle #bnha tickle #my hero academia tickle fic #mha tickle fic #lee!todoroki #lee!bakugou #ler!todoroki #ler!bakugou #switch!todoroki #switch!bakugou #todobaku #bakugou x todoroki #platonic tickles #ship tickles

[katsukiizmoon]

E U N O I A ;

a well mind, beautiful thinking

tags: daddy kink, dry humping/grinding, praise, degradation, thigh fucking, f!reader, comfort, softies, cum, creampies, aftercare, collars, choking, pet names, sex, cuddles, healthy relationship ™, switch!bakugou, switch!reader, light hair pulling, spanking, light overstimulation, pussy eating, nipple touching

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x F! Reader

a/n: please forgive formatting I wrote and posted this on mobile lol anyways ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ read the tags pls and enjoy

18+ MDNI Please & Thank You

You walk down the hall, turning right and into the bedroom after an exhausting day. Your boyfriend lays across the room in bed, tired and half naked.

The cool air wafts around you, up the thin t-shirt you're adorning to brush over your nipples. They're hard, not that you notice. Goosebumps roll over the supple skin of your thighs and you hurry to the bed.

"Mhhh- you're finally in bed. That stupid skincare routine you have takes forever." Katsuki mumbles, adjusting himself to face you.

The blankets are warming the lower half of your body, basic black comforter trapping heat inside.

"Hey! I'll have you know, it only takes ten minutes and I'm going to look thirty when I'm FIFTY! " You bite out.

He snorts, eyes rolling before tugging you a little closer.

"You know what that means right?" His tone makes you squint. An arm drapes itself over your waste, rubbing little circles into your back.

"What?" You deadpan.

Mistake number one.

His hand snakes it's way under your Tshirt to the bare skin awaiting. The room is still cold, with a flirty breeze.

A tongue swipes over plush, pink, lips and he places a quick peck on your own. The blankets begin to rustle when he moves, hips now flush against your own.

"It means I'm going to want to fuck your pretty mouth for the rest of my damn life, darlin." Katsuki smirks, proud of himself.

You scoff.

"Oh puh-lease! You'd fuck my mouth if it was as pleasurable as a hollow piece of styrofoam."

You can hardly contain your giggles when the blonde rolls his eyes and frowns.

"Oh shut the fuck up, y/n. I would not!"

The both of you continue with playful banter for the next ten minutes before sleepiness takes over.

*:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:**:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:*

The next day goes with ease. Katsuki goes to work after wishing you farewell with a kiss to the forehead.

Not even an hour later you're cleaning and preparing for your own job. It's currently 7:30am and your eyelids still beg to shut. The smell of chemicals fills the air in your living room and you bid yourself a job well done.

Hot, unforgiving water rolls over your body as you pop the cap on body wash. It works your sore muscles up and down while you scrub yourself.

You quickly begin applying neutral makeup, as if only to enhance your natural features. Concealer, light foundation, a nude lip topped with gloss, and mascara.

The time reads 8:45AM and your eyes widen.

"Ope-"

You run out the door, bagel and tea in hand as you get in the car. The engine whirrs to life and you fiddle with the radio station before settling on a playlist.

When you get to work, the office is cold and stale. A stack of papers waits on your desk and you sigh before sitting on the leather chair.

Work goes smoothly but time drags on, taunting you with the invitation of your bed when you get home.

After seven grueling hours of slaving away for corporate, you finally stumble into the house.

The lock clicks behind you and your bags drop to the floor as soon as you get inside. Shoes discarded off to the side of the door as you throw what you prepped for dinner in a pan.

Preparing dinner ahead of time has been amazing for reducing food waste and costs. It doesn't take long, just throwing chicken and some sides in Ziploc bags and thawing it in the fridge. But it saves you on days like these, with aching feet and a sore head.

Katsuki gets home a little late, as you're sitting on the couch post shower in pajamas. The TV murmurs in the background while you flip through pages of a book.

Your eyes meet his own ruby orbs, lashes fluttering. The poor thing looks exhausted. Content, yes, but tired.

"Hey baby" You greet, padding across the vinyl floor to give him a peck on the cheek. Your fingers rub over his chest and down his tummy.

"'M kinda dirty right now lovey, I know you'l prolly already showered." He sighs into a kiss. His hand rests on your waist, thumb pressing into the soft skin exposed from lifting.

And it's true, there's dirt and grime smudged on his face and arms. His uniform looks battered.

He quickly kicks off his shoes and places them to the side with your own.

"Mmm.. Let me start the shower for you." You murmur, pulling away.

His hand drops from your waist and his arms stretch above his head.

You quickly turn on the hot water, waiting for him to follow behind you and begin undressing. Grabbing a lavender scented shower melt and tossing it into the bottom.

Lifting your torso to stand completely and turn around, you're met with a half naked Bakugou with his back to you.

He tosses everything into the laundry bin and begins pulling off his socks. Then go his pants, dropping to the tiled floor.

Bakugou's forearm rests on the bathroom counter, other hand reaching to snatch his bottoms from around his ankles.

Your eyes drop to his ass, admiring it as he stands. His ass is plush, round and firm. All the deadlifts and hip thrusts he does in the gym pay off tremendously.

He turns around and you hear a laugh when your eyes snap back up to his grinning face.

"Like what you see, dumbass?" Katsuki smirks, closing the distance between you too.

"Oh you know I damn well do." Your hands reach around his abdomen to grab at his firm bottom.

Lavender fills the room and you sigh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

You press a quick kiss to his chest, pat his butt and separate. He strolls toward the running water, pulling the door open and entering the steaming glass shower.

Leaving the bathroom to give him some space, you begin heating up dinner for him. While that circles through the microwave, you begin flicking through all the streaming services to find something he'll enjoy.

There's a new viking-esque show that seems interesting and to his liking. You had your time to indulge in Rick & Morty while he worked, so it's only fair.

A beep travels through your ears and after pressing the pause button, you stretch your limbs out. The Tshirt and shorts your in are more than comfortable, light and relaxing.

Quickly, you pull the simmering food from the microwave. Coconut chicken, rice, and asparagus were often a fan favorite of his. The meal came to be after many searches through Pinterest foodie boards, when you'd decided to experiment one night.

Thin fingers wrap around the freezer handle and you grab a coconut popsicle as a quick treat.

You place it on the black living room table and plop onto the couch, popsicle in hand.

Katsuki trudges in wearing grey sweats, sitting beside you and snatching his plate off of the table to eat. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, thanking you.

A man on the television screams, stomping towards the other very angry man. The two begin arguing, speaking of trades.

Cool air drifts over your legs and you shiver, grabbing the throw blanket set off to the other side of the couch. You scoot closer on the soft grey couch to your boyfriend, whom is gobbling food down like a mad man.

"What's this?" He asks, looking at the television.

"Mmm I thought you might like it. There's vikings." Your pink tongue laps at the popsicle, eyes trained on the screen.

"Hell yeah, how was work today?" Katsuki asks, shoving the last asparagus spear in his mouth.

"T'was okay as always. I'm a little tired of paperwork but otherwise nothing eventful came to be. You?" Your tongue slides up the side of the cream-coloured treat to slurp up excess coconut milk.

Bakugou stands, sauntering over to the kitchen, where he places his plate in the dishwasher on instinct. He gulps down the rest of his water.

You feel the couch dip and his skin pressed against your side. A thick forearm wraps around your middle as you lean into his touch. Your eyes are still trained on the screen, licking at the popsicle without thought.

"Same, honestly. My muscles are a bit sore though." He says.

The screen now shows a bunch of women and men, chanting and lifting glasses in what appears to be a bar.

"I'll have to give you a massage tonight then." You state.

Bakugou's eyes are trained on your face, watching you lap at the popsicle in your mouth, sucking. It disappears in your mouth, white drops of flavoring and coconut milk pooling at the corners of your lips.

He feels the room begin to heat up, cock beginning to twitch in his pants. Oh, boy. You're going to be the death of him.

You turn towards him, looking up at him with big doe eyes. You pull the popsicle out of your mouth and give him a confused look. A bead of coconut milk drips from the corner of your mouth.

Katsuki feels hot. Hot and heavy. His mind is going blank, all he can think about is your innocent eyes staring into him while he watches you lick at your lips.

His mouth presses to yours with vigor, just enough pressure to startle you. His tongue swipes over the corner of your mouth to take in the liquid before he pushes it between your lips.

You kiss back softly, submitting to his movements, coconut popsicle damn near forgotten. His hand reaches to your thigh, where he digs his fingers into the flesh there.

A coat of damp sweat begins to blanket over his skin. Your mouth tastes so good, so sweet. Lips soft and pliant against his own.

He pulls back -"god"- before he dives into your mouth again. This time he pulls you into his lap, you whimper, and his cock twitches underneath his sweats.

You break away, "'suki m popsicle is melting" you mutter out. Lips now plump from being nibbled and toyed with. His fingers are pressing into your ass, having slid under your loose shorts.

Katsuki looks and sure enough, there's cream or whatever the hell is in that popsicle dripping down your fingers. There's not much of it left, though.

"Finish the rest really quick." He says, taking the stick out of your hand and pushing it into your mouth. You swallow down the rest, hand still wet and sticky with sugar and coconut milk.

He tosses the stick to the side and you can feel how hard he is pressing in between your folds. If you roll your hips, it'll push against your clit and just feel so-

Katsuki grabs your hand, thumb on your palm and the rest of his fingers wrap around your wrist. He takes your fingers into his mouth and sucks.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

It's hotter than it should be. Ruby eyes stare into yours, tongue lapping the last bits of white liquid off of of your fingers.

"You've been such a good girl." He murmurs.

The room is suddenly ten degrees hotter, your breath quickening.

His tongue is in your mouth in a flash, hands now roaming up and down your body as your own take purchase on his chest. He's so thick and firm and hot up and down.

Katsuki always smells of salted caramel and vanilla cookies. He always feels so good. You begin grinding your pussy down on his clothed cock. A moan bubbles in your throat, threatening to escape between hot and sticky kisses.

Your thumb brushes over his nipple and his cock jumps when you push down harder. Your clit feels like electricity just shot through it and traveled through your body.

Katsuki can hardly think.

Really. You're beginning to soak through your flimsy shorts and letting out muffled little whimpers when he grips a little harder in certain areas. He takes time to lick his way up and down your neck, crooning to the side to bite and suck.

That really begins to do it.

Your hips get frantic, you no longer care how loud you are. He can feel how wet you are through his sweats and his own precum is slick and dampening them.

You push down harder and jerk back.

He lets out a moan. It's rough and strained and his hands begin to guide you and keep your soaked pussy pressed against him the entire time.

"Oh fuck- god, god, god- haaahh-" You whimper.

"You're so fucking slick and needy for me princess." He murmurs between kisses.

His thick hand slides up your torso to your throat, squeezing at the sides. Your head begins to loll to the side, hair messy and lips damn near bruising now.

"Daddy I need- I need-" You start, gripping hard on his shoulders pushing harder in search of release.

His cock is so hard it fucking hurts now. A bead of precum just slid down his dick and he's watching you fall apart without his hand even near your heat.

You feel as if someone's got you strung up by a single thread, hanging in the air waiting to be released to fall into the abyss. And fuck, he's so pretty.

The back of your head stings a little and you realize with excitement he just tugged your hair at the roots. You're so fucking high on this and he knows it, too.

"Needy slut."

A hand comes down with a crash onto your right ass cheek, other keeping your hips steady. It quickly goes back to your throat where you go back to feeling heavy and like you're walking on fucking clouds.

Your hips kick forwards and you let out this wet, filthy whine. You hear him muttering expletives while your folds soak his sweatpants in slick.

The friction just feels so good.

And Katsuki knows you're starting to get close when your fingers begin to shake.

"Fuck, princess. You're so fucking good. So good. Such a needy slut for me. All mine." He half whispers half moans, hand reaching for the back of your head.

Lips crash onto yours, teeth clash, and he bites your lower lip. The sting from your hair being pulled makes you whine and grip him harder.

You're trying so hard to keep it in, not to cum. You know you shouldn't without permission.

And just like that, he makes you fall apart.

"Be a good girl and cum for me baby." He mutters, left hand still on your hips while the other travels to push into your mouth.

You coat his fingers in spit and suck as hard as you can before nodding frantically.

It hits you like a fucking wave, your head drops back, and he catches it while your thighs quake and quiver. Your entire body pulls into itself and drool begins to froth at the corner of your lips.

Sweat beads down your forehead and back, your thighs are sticky and hot and uncomfortable and you whine through it.

"Shhh.. good girl, you're doing so good." He kisses up and down your neck and face while your eyes are rolling back.

The shaking stops, and , he's whispering that he'll be right back, laying you on your chest on the couch. The sofa is all too comfortable but your pussy won't stop convulsing and clenching and everything just feels so limp and fuzzy.

"I'm back princess." Katsuki whispers, and begins helping you sit up on your knees.

The collar wraps around your throat. It's black and a small chain dangles. At the end, "Katsuki" is engraved into a small, metal oval that hangs off a ring. The back clicks together, with a little heart that requires a key to unlock it.

You whine and he chuckles.

His cock strains against his grey sweats, now dark in the center from the both of you being filthy and all over eachother.

You tilt your head back to look at him, lips glossy and eyes spacy. He gives you a quick kiss before laying you on your chest on the couch.

His fingers grip the inside of your shorts and he yanks them down, pulling them off your body and tossing them to the side.

"Fuck- babe- god you look so wet." He groans, palming his erection.

Your ass is straight up in the air, wiggling side to side as he chuckles and slaps your ass. Your fists are balled up near your head, turned to the side while you stare into space and wait.

His fingers push between your folds and coat themselves with your juices. You're so sensitive. It feels so good and he's hardly even touched you.

"Yes, fuck, you're soaking." He whispers, thrusting two fingers inside of you. He begins pumping them in and out, muttering praises and you feel his lips press against the curve of your ass.

"Daddy you're being mean!" You whimper out, pushing your hips back, frustrated.

"Don't be a needy fucking whore, princess." He grits out, placing a harsh slap against your already red ass cheek.

"Ohh- oh fuck- m sorry m sorry!" You moan, spit leaking onto the couch. Your eyes and ass both sting at the contact. Surely it's going to hurt to sit tomorrow.

"M gonna fuck these pretty thighs, gonna make a fucking mess of you." He says, and you hear him pump his cock a few times.

Katsuki's mind is fuzzy, just as high on you as you are on him. His fingers continue gathering slick, wet juices all over them before he pulls them out.

He rubs your clit in little circles for aoment to watch you clench down, overstimulated. Your hips rut forward and he watches your tongue sweep over your lips.

You're so pretty like this, he thinks, and probably says outloud. He can't help it. Your ass is a little raw from the spanking, pussy leaking down your thighs and sticking to everything. The collar has always looked so good on you, always suiting you so well. He loves watching you.

After throwing his pants to God only knows where, he pushes his cock between your thighs and lets out a slutty moan. He licks one of his fingers and then shoves them into your mouth. Chest pressed over your back as he slips between your folds.

You moan, sucking on them, cleaning them off for him like a good girl.

"Shit." He moans, cock slipping in and out of your folds as he fucks your thighs.

You're squirming under him, you can feel it pushing against your clit and sliding between your thighs over and over. It feels so good, being wanted by him. You want his thick throbbing dick to fill you to the brim.

"God, you always feel so- so fucking good."

You push your hips back and forth and he starts feeling electricity ignite across his skin like tiny fireworks.

Little "oh"s tumble from your lips while he tries to keep sanity in his line of sight. It's so hard, with your pussy coating him in such a warm, wet substance. You always taste so sweet on his tongue and he longs for that high again.

He grips your thighs, palms heating up a little, and opens them wider.

Katsuki pulls his cock from between your supple skin and palms at your ass, diving his face into you.

His tongue laps at your clit and slips inbetween the crevice of your lips. Sucking and gathering everything he can.

You moan louder, thighs spreading and closing, pussy clenching.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-" You force out, feeling that familiar pool of heat in your belly.

He pulls away, flips you over on your back before you can complain and starts shoving his cock inside you.

It's so thick. It always is. He's slow, gentle about it. You know how much restraint he's using by his furrowed brows and rolled back eyes.

His head lolls forward, forehead touching your own. He licks his lips one, two, three times. Soft, bruised lips meet your own before you hear him.

"Such a good girl- fuck- always so good for me. One more baby, you can do it I promise." Katsuki moans out, gently rolling his hips to adjust you.

Your hands find themselves on his back, nails dragging down. His hands adjust your legs, calves thrown over his shoulders now. His chest is to yours, now fully flush and to the hilt inside you.

Your minds go blank, falling into the madness of pleasure that wraps around the both of your bodies. Lips find their way all over your face, peppering you in pecks.

And then he moves.

Head of his cock pressing against your gspot. It's too much, he's too warm. He's too good. It hurts. It feels amazing. You're fucking losing your mind.

Your hands slam to the couch, gripping the coushion and the stupid throw blanket. You feel the need to rip everything and throw it.

He's pumping into you, moaning. His voice is so pretty.

Katsuki is so goddamn pretty. He's so fucking pretty. All muscle and smooth skin and and-

Fuck.

"Oh God, take it, take it, takeittakeittakeit. Goddamn whore, princess, such a good girl." He spits, no longer thinking. His voice pitch is getting higher.

Thrusts becoming more frantic, you take this as your chance to be bad. Even if it does feel better than anything you've ever felt.

You reach, wrapping your hand around his throat, squeezing gently. His hips stutter in response.

"My turn." You moan out.

Somehow, you manage to get the upper hand. He puts up a mild struggle, but you get your legs around his middle, flipping the both of you over as you start bouncing on his cock.

He's searching for something to grab onto now. One hand wraps around his throat, rhythmically clutching and releasing grasp. Just enought o keep him fucked out and off in a daze.

"Oh- hhmnnn fuck baby-"

You giggle a little inside, his thick member pushing against every sweet spot you have. Loud squelching, filthy noises fill the room with clapping.

One of your hands runs up his abs and to his chest. Nimble fingers reach for a nipple and begins rubbing in circles and pulling lightly.

He gasps, eyes flying shut as his head hits the grey fabric. Hips bucking up into yours. You notice his hands shaking.

"You're such a naughty boy for me. You like being choked huh" You murmur in his ear, slowing down into a nice gentle grind.

Katsuki nods frantically, spitting something jumbled that sounds like "I'll be good". He's chewing on his bottom lip, making light whimper and desperate gasps while you continue to toy with his nipples.

"Princess- fucking brat- m gonna cum." He groans out.

You speed up, bouncing and pinching harder. Shoving a thumb into his mouth for him to lick and suck on is his undoing.

White thick cum spills inside you and fills you to the tippy top as he moans out curse words and praises. It spills out of you, forming a frothy ring at the base of his cock and you whine and hump your cunt on him.

"Oh fuck- yes- fill me daddy. Fuck, oh fuck-"

You're on your back. It happens before you can blink.

His cock is still throbbing, cum making everything louder. It leaks from your pussy to your asshole as he starts pounding into you.

A firm hand comes down onto your ass, slap ringing through the living room.

"You fucking whore." He grits, free hand going to rub rough circles on your clit. He speeds up, quickening his pace, angling his hips up.

The collar is jingling with every bounce of your tits. Every thrust he makes brings a grasp or moan from your lips.

The world stops momentarily.

Your pussy wraps around him so tightly it almost hurts. Your body is wrapped into a cocoon of blank space. Almost as if you are a blank piece of paper.

When you come back to planet earth, he's already pulled out of you. Peppering light kisses up and down your body.

You feel his arms up under you and suddenly you're limp and off the couch.

"Shhh, it's okay baby."

You mumble something and hear him chuckle. Your back is slowly placed onto the sheets of your bed.

The bed dips and you look over, starting to come back to your senses. Bakugou is in a new pair of sweats, laying directly beside you and watching you.

His hand smooths over your your tummy and you roll, curling into his chest. He presses a kiss on top of your head.

"Miss you-" you murmur, pressing your face into his chest further, arm wrapped around his waist.

"I'm right here, dumbass. Do you want to take a bath with me or just sleep?" He whispers against the top of your head, fingers rubbing circles into your back.

"Neither. Cuddles."

You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs.

"Okay baby. You know how much I love you, right? You know I don't think of you as a whore or a slut. You're so pretty. I love you." He murmurs, gently working your muscles.

"Mhmmm! I love you too bunny." You mumble, pressing your fingers into him to dig knots out aswell.

Your hand travels to his ass cheek, where you give it a firm squeeze.

"God I love your butt! It's so nice and soft and firm."

His fingers dig into you a little harder, but he relaxes into your touch regardless.

"Oh I know you do princess, I know you do. Are you doing okay? Would you like some water?"

You shake your head no but thank him for his thoughtfulness. Instead, you roll over and grab the tv remote. He's already turned the TV in the other room off, thank fuck.

"Baby, you need to go pee. You're going to get a UTI otherwise." He says, brow raised.

You huff but do as told. When you come back, there's water beside the bed regardless and you notice a bottle of lotion on his nightstand.

You flop back onto the bed beside him, having found a large shirt of his to get comfortable in.

"Wanna watch anime?" You bring the doe eyes out again, pouting. Your hair sticks up in all kinds of ways that will be hell to get unknotted in the morning.

He has tomorrow off, so you know he'll help in the shower. Part of you giggles at the red and blue splotches all over him from kisses and sex.

"Of fucking course, soft shit or do you wanna watch horror?" He asks, turning towards the screen.

You pick horror, for whatever reason, knowing you'll get to make him watch SpongeBob with you afterwards. The screen comes to life and you curl into his side.

Through the night, you take turns massaging eachother up and down. Talking about clothing you want to buy, house decor, among other things.

You make him watch cartoons after the horror anime. Everything about him screams happiness at the end of the night. Relaxed face, soft features and even breathing.

#hoooo boi this was a fucking DOOZY #pt 2 maybe?? #maybe #oo #yea #prolly #bakugou smut #selfship #bakugou x you #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #18+ mdni #switch!bakugou #switch!reader #aftercare #sunnywrites #bakugou thirst #tw #read the tags damnit

[ticklishfiend]

Love Language (My Hero Academia)

Ship : Switch!Bakugou, Switch!Deku (BakuDeku)

A/N : sorry if there’s any mistakes, the tumblr app is a bitch and i am so tired of using this platform! sorry for the cynicism, just tired. hope you guys enjoy!! i’ve been wanting to write for bkdk forever so this was fun :)

Summary : Bakugou's keeping a secret. Deku is very eager to figure out what exactly he's hiding, and this leads to some...playful antics.

Word Count : 3994

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED! LOVE U ALL MWAH <3

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Deku had put some real thought behind what his and Kacchan’s love language together would be. He felt every relationship had one that stood out above the rest, whether it be words of affirmation and adoration for one another, or simple physical touch that lingered so one could be as close as possible to the other they love. 

But if he had to choose a word, just one word to describe the love language he and Kacchan shared together, the answer he finds in his vocabulary sticks out like a sore thumb:

Bickering.

“Kacchan, I already told you there isn’t another day we can go. I’m either babysitting Eri or training with All Might every other day; it has to be Tuesday.”

“Fucking reschedule then, nerd. I’ve got plans on Tuesday, and I know damn well I’m not rescheduling,” Kacchan lounged against Deku’s bed, sprawled lazily as he scrolled through his phone and argued like it was clockwork. Because really, it was. 

“I can’t just reschedule, you know that! What’s so important about Tuesday anyway? Got a hot date you care to clue me in on?”

“Oh yeah, super hot. Way outta your league, don’t bother asking,” the smirk on Kacchan’s face made Deku smile at the corners of his mouth before immediately pulling his face back into a pout-like scowl. 

“I’m serious, Kacchan, why not Tuesday?”

“Because I said so.”

“Stop being so stubborn.”

“Stop being so annoying.”

“I’m not annoying, I’m persistent.”

“Persistent on annoying the shit out of me.”

Deku sighed frustratedly, finally shutting the laptop on his desk and swiveling the chair around to face his incredibly hard-headed boyfriend, who was still looking at his phone.

He stared at Kacchan for a good moment before the blonde gave in and looked back at him. The blonde kept his eyebrows up and lips pressed, like he was pretending to care about the conversation. He did care, but it’s fun to tease Deku and get him all huffy like he is now.

“Yes, your majesty?”

Deku groaned, but he felt his face getting just slightly warmer at the teasing remark. He said nothing in response, just continuing to stare Kacchan down like his eyes had hidden lie detectors installed in the retinas.

Finally, Kacchan huffed, his face relaxing from the teasing one he held back into that infamous grumpy expression, returning his glare to the phone in his hand, totally uninterested. Totally.

“Look, I’ve got shit to do that day, alright?”

“Like what? Why can’t you tell me what it is?”

“Because I just can’t, okay?! Not a big fucking deal..” Kacchan continued with a mumble of feign annoyance, “You’ll figure out what it is later anyways.”

Ohh. Okay then. So it’s a secret for Deku, not from him. Interesting. Very interesting.

Deku sat in thought, allowing an almost tense silence to fill the room. His glare remained aimed at Kacchan, finger curled against his chin that tilted down as he pondered. It was an expression Deku wore quite often when thinking. Every couple of seconds Kacchan spared him a glance, before clicking his tongue like he was irritated at the cogs turning in Deku’s head. 

Finally, Deku stood, sauntering over to the bed innocently enough. He peeked down at Kacchan with a sweet smile, the blonde finally peering above his phone and grimacing at the look.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” He grumbled.

“So what’s this about Tuesday?”

“Oh my god are you still on that shit? I said you’ll find out soon enough so just drop it-- hey-! Gah whAt the-! S-stop, dohon’t you-- shihit stop!”

That was another thing Deku could probably count as one of their love languages: tickling. Whether to settle a dumb argument, win against the other in a spar, or just to hear some cute giggles whenever they felt in the mood, somehow tickling was always brought back up in their relationship like they were rekindling the childhood they fucked up for each other.

Neither one of them minded it. In fact, they both thoroughly enjoyed the activity when it was with one another. But one was definitely more keen on admitting that fact than the other would ever dare.

Deku’s smile was innocent and sweet; the fingers curling into Kacchan’s lower ribs, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves that left his boyfriend near thrashing through choked-back laughs, were much less so.

Kacchan growled through restrained giggles, trying hard to fight back against the silly sensations that forced his body to curl around his evil boyfriend’s fingers and his belly to bounce in giggles so unlike him.

“Q-quihit! I swear I’ll- gggrraahaha nohoho!” His feet kicked out against the mattress, ruining the well-made comforter just so he could relieve himself from all the pent-up ticklish energy coursing through him. He tried pushing away Deku’s hands, but even when he managed to move them away from one spot, like his belly, they always found another that somehow felt more ticklish than the last, like his fucking ribs. “I swehehear! GAhaAHAHahah Deheheku!”

“You swear what? Sorry, I can’t understand you, you’ll what now? Hm? What are you gonna do, Kacchan?” Deku teased, delighting in the squeal and curses against his life he got in return. “Oh, I know what you’ll do! How about you tell me what you’re gonna be up to on Tuesday? Hm? How’s that sound, Kacchan?”

The blonde just shook his head defiantly, if not to also hide his flushed face in his pillow as much as he could. 

Why did he always feel like this every time that nerd tickled him. It was so fucking stupid, immature as anything. Tickling isn’t that bad, it shouldn’t take much for Bakugou to fight back and claim victory like he did with everything else.

If it was anyone else tickling him, he’d still be holding back well by now. Sure, it’d probably tickle just the same, maybe less. But he’d be able to hold off his laughter, fight back harder, do fucking anything other than curling up into a squirming ball of growling giggles and just let it happen—like he was doing right now. 

There was just something about the way Deku in particular tickled him that always made his face flame, made his brain short-circuit into nothing more than giddy mush. It just felt different. More intimate, maybe. Deku knows the ins and outs of Bakugou’s entire being, has analyzed him since the day they met, and yet still somehow the bastard manages to find out new things about him nearly every day. Deku knows exactly how to tickle him, and this makes him vulnerable. That knowledge makes the fingers squishing into his belly tickle just so much worse than they would with anyone else. 

Bakugou can't stand it. He can't take it. 

And yet he fucking does. 

“C’mooooon Kacchan! I know you wanna tell me! Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me-”

“STOHOHOPP! You ahahasshohole! Fuhuhuck ahahaha-!” Bakugou was going to die like this. Face red like a cherry, squirming away from his boyfriend’s fingers that always found a new spot to torment no matter his struggle, those stupid fucking butterflies filling his belly and making him feel all—

NO. No. He doesn’t like this. This is torture, an interrogation tactic—and a childish one at that. He is fine, he will persevere, he can fucking handle a little-

“WAHAHAIT NOHOhohoho! Nononohohoho you fuhuhucker!” Through his struggle Deku managed to sit on his waist, pinning his body to the bed and leaving him even more helpless than before. He even zeroed in on that disgustingly ticklish spot on his upper ribs, the one he just loved to remind Kacchan of endlessly.  The blonde glued his elbows to his sides like it would do anything but trap Deku’s stupid skilled fingers to that one horribly ticklish spot. 

Bakugou tried spitting curses at Deku through his cackles, but the words always dissolved into hysterical giggles that that green-headed fucker just chuckled at in response.

“You’re so cuuuute! It tickles, doesn’t it? Does it tickle? Does thiiiis tickle?” Deku pinched faster at that dastardly little spot, Kacchan throwing his head back in giggly anguish. The blonde shook his head yet again, squeezing his eyes shut tight so he didn’t have to look at that sickly sweet expression on his evil tormentor's face.

“Yohohou-! You cahahan’t! You cahahan’t juuhust-!” He yet again lost his words to wheezes and unstoppable giggles, kicking hard against the mattress in flustered frustration.

“I can’t? Oh, but I can! I can do whatever I want, Kacchan, and you can’t do anything about it. All you have to do is tell me what you’re gonna be up to on our date night and then I might let you go!”

Bakugou gave him a wide-eyed intimidation stare, though the effect was lost on his cackling smile and scrunched-up nose. “Mihihight!?”

“Well yeah, I love your laugh~! I only get to hear it so often cause you’re this ticklish,” Deku chuckled, now poking sporadically all over his boyfriend's sensitive ribs and making the blonde throw his head back in a giggle fit. “Tickling you is just so fun, Kacchan, you know it’s hard for me to stop sometimes,” he stated it like a clear fact Bakugou should already be aware of. Even worse is that Bakugou was indeed very aware of how much fun Deku found tickling him to be, and it made his body feel torn between squirming away from him entirely to escape that horribly funny feeling, and just sitting perfectly still (or, at least, as still as one could be while being tickled) and letting his mean boyfriend have his fun. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, Deku is having his fun by torturing the living daylights out of him, but Bakugou’s come to find such a soft spot in himself for that little fucker, one that wants to let him do whatever he wants just to make the boy happy— unluckily for him, this soft spot just happens to be insanely fucking ticklish, and Deku has all intentions to exploit the hell out of it.

“I don’t cahahare! It’s nohohot—! Ahahaha shihit—!” Kacchan wheezed, fists gripping onto Dekus wrists like a lifeline. He pushed, he shoved, made a whole show about trying to get away.

And yet? There he lies; still giggling, still tickled.

Deku chuckled, giving sweet pinches to Kacchans hips and thriving in the loud, giggly whine his action brought. “You can’t even talk now~,” he keened, bringing his face so fucking close to Bakugou’s own that the blonde was almost worried he’d be able to feel the warmth radiating off his flushed face. “I’ve got youuuu~!”

Bakugou wailed through a desperate cackle. He hated that, the stupid teasy shit Deku always pulled when he had him like this. It was so mean, made him feel so damn vulnerable, why the hell is his heart pounding so fucking hard. 

“Nohoho! Nononohoho—!” It was all he could say, his only counter to Deku’s malicious attack. He can’t give in though, can’t let that bastard get what he wants out of him. He has to stay strong. 

“No? Aww, but why? I just wanna know about your fun little plans!” Deku scribbled up Kacchan’s sides, his fingers walking a dark path back up to the blonde’s worst spot. Kacchan jerked to the side, held his arms so tight against himself while still trying to maintain the grasp he had against his boyfriend’s weapons of mass destruction. He knew it was no use, they’d played this game so many times by now he knew his fate was sealed, but he had to try damnit. 

“I wohohon’t! It’s a fuhucking secrehehet you bihihitch!” 

“Always so rude to me, Kacchan. What did I ever do to you, huh?” Deku said with an all-knowing grin, tilting his head like an innocent and curious puppy. That mean fucking bastard.

“Thihihis!! You’re fuhuhcking evihihil—!” Bakugou was having a hard time breathing now, his only source of oxygen being through hysterical giggling. Deku sighed with a tut, removing his fingers from the dip of Kacchans hips and placing them on his chest. He pressed down firmly, like to assert they were not yet finished here. Bakugou groaned through the giggly breaths he took thanks to his little break. 

“I’m not evil, Kacchan. I’m persistent,” Deku smiled at his boyfriend's scoff. “We can be done here, y'know. No more tickling if you just tell me.”

Bakugou glared up at Deku, finally willing down his blush so he could actually assert himself here. 

“I don’t care about the tickling. I’m not fucking talking. It’s not for you to know, not yet at least,” He smirked, placing a hand over the ones pressed against his chest. “Can’t keep your hands off me long, huh?”

Deku pouted, mad that Kacchan was trying to dominate the situation again like he always does. But no, no he’s not in charge here, not yet at least. Deku still has some answers he’s looking for. 

“At least tell me why you can’t tell me.”

Bakugou blinked. He glared at Deku with an incredulous look, one that said “you’re fucking joking, right?”, and when he saw that look of pure seriousness on his boyfriends face, he just couldn’t help it. Bakugou slammed a hand over his mouth as he cackled at his boyfriend’s way with words. 

He laughed through a muffled palm, “You’re so fuhucking stupihid!” Bakugou cackled, his free hand squeezing Deku’s on his chest to assure his words were lighthearted. “‘Tell me why you can’t tell me—,’ that’s fucking telling you, you dumbass!”

Deku scowled at his boyfriend's hysterics, much less amused by this form of laughter than the kind he brought out himself. 

“I’m serious! Why can’t you tell me?”

“I did tell you, it’s a secret.”

“But what kind of secret? A gift? A party? Be more specific.”

“No, cause then you’ll fucking figure it out, you dunce.”

Deku dropped his face. “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

“I’m not asking for shit! If I’m asking you anything it’s that you leave it fucking be.”

“But Kachaaaaan…”

Oh there he goes, whining and pulling that stupid puppy dog look again. That adorable little idiot just always gets what he wants, it’s not fucking fair. But not this time, oh no. Bakugou stayed strong, holding his own, refusing to give the little manipulator what he wants. Because if he did, it would ruin the fucking surprise. 

Deku’s birthday is next month, he’s turning the big one-eight. Bakugou had been preparing his present for weeks now, counting down the days and scheduling the purchase perfectly so nothing could go wrong. But, the only day he could line up to buy the limited-edition All Might plush that had been recalled when they were kids for whatever reason, was Tuesday. 

Deku had one when they were little, but through a tussle between the two boys (one that Bakugou knows he started and to this day feels terrible over), it had been torn and ruined in the mud of their local playground. Deku’s mom had tried everything to fix it before eventually just trying to buy a new one, but again, the damn thing had been fucking recalled, so it was nowhere.

Bakugou still has memories of Deku bawling his eyes out over the thing, sleepless nights from not being able to cuddle his favorite plush like a security blanket. Bakugou feels, and even back then felt, fucking horrible over it. 

So, when he found one for sale online a few months ago, one that was in mint-fucking-condition, he knew that was it. That plushie was exactly what Deku would get from him on his birthday into adulthood. 

Thing was, buying the damn thing was looking to be a real fucking inconvenience at the moment. He was able to talk to the seller, get to a nice price they were both happy with (well, happy was an overstatement; how in the hell could a stuffed doll be so fucking expensive?!), and agree on a time to meet up and exchange. But it had to be Tuesday. This Tuesday. No other day, the seller told him, cause if he was late he’d give it to the next seller who was just as eager to buy. 

And so, here he lies, entirely unwilling to fess up with an actual monster on his waist trying it’s damndest to get him to talk. But Deku had his fun, Bakugou at least gave him that. Now he thinks it’s about time a certain monster learned what the consequences of pestering his very nice and loving boyfriend are.

“Quit your whining, idiot,” Bakugou grinned before quickly gripping at Deku’s waist, careful not to tickle yet, but enough to make sure the boy knew it was a threat. “You think you’re just gonna get away with that little stunt?”

Deku gasped with a wobbly smile, his hands shooting to Kacchan’s wrists with an all-too-excited pleading look. “N-no, I just--”

“You just what? Just thought you could tickle all the answers out of me like it’s easy? Ohoho, I’ll show you what’s really easy--” Bakugou chuckled before delivering quick yet gentle squeezes to Deku’s hips, the boy already folding forward in embarrassed, giggly huffs, his head shaking ‘no’ all the while. “--What’s easy is making you fall apart right at the seams, you ticklish idiot.”

In one quick move, Bakugou had their positions flipped, Deku on his back with his legs wrapped around Bakugou’s waist and the blonde’s fingers pinching quick and mercilessly right at that little spot he knows Deku just can’t stand.

Deku squealed and shrieked through giggles, legs kicking beside his boyfriend’s waist and hands pushing not hard enough at Bakugou’s wrists. His hair was already tussled from shaking his head, face flushed and scrunched in ticklish anguish.

“Ahahaha!! Nohot fahahair!” He whined through his cackles, body twisting with a giggly shout when one hand moved to pinch up and down his right side.

“Oh, it’s not so fair when it’s you getting the tickle punishment then, is it? My my, what double standards you have there, Deku,” Bakugou couldn’t help the wide grin on his face. Seeing Deku like this is just always too damn cute. He looks a mess in the best way possible, shrieking pleas and apologies through hysterical giggles. Bakugou wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m sohohorryyy!! I wahas just--AH! AHAHahaha juhuhust chuhurious! Kahachhaan plehehease-!” Deku pleaded, trying to look his boyfriend in the eye but failing miserably when the tickling just made his eyes scrunch right back up in laughter.

“Yeah well curiosity sure killed the cat here, didn’t it?” Bakugou moved his hands to pinch at the thighs so readily available to him next to his own sides, leaving Deku to arch off the bed with a loud, desperate squeal. He tried slapping at Bakugou's hands, now too far away to get a firm grip on them, but his fight was futile. Deku was sentenced to a tickled silly death. He wrapped his arms around his torso and cackled helplessly, squirming around like it would do a thing.

“You givin’ up? Just gonna sit there and let me tickle you silly, Deku? You’re fuckin’ hopeless,” Bakugou chuckled, delighted in the blush Deku now tried to cover up with his right hand. “Do you apologize for being a pest?”

“YEHEHES! I’m sohohorryy! So sohohorry, Kachahahaha--! Ahahaha nohoho-! Pleheheehehe-!”

“Yeah, I didn’t quite catch that,” Bakugou brought his face down towards Deku’s own, the boy’s cackles so loud it almost hurt his ears. He grinned maliciously, “Can’t really understand you when, y’know, you can’t even talk~,” Oh how he loved to use Deku’s own words against him. It always made him scream so deliciously.

Hm. Bakugou was quite close to Deku’s face at the moment. His cute, red, smiley little face. Bakugou’s eyes scanned down from the boy’s cheeks, to jaw, to neck. Hm. Hmm.

Bakugou switched up his tickle tactic just a tad, from digging into Deku’s thighs to just tickling softly over the skin (much thanks to the boy’s athletic shorts he always wore for comfort). At this, Deku kicked hard against the sheets, letting out a half-screech half-whine through his bubbly giggles. Bakugou grinned at the change of pace before dipping down right into the crook of Deku’s neck and nibbling.

Deku screamed. His hands pushed against Bakugou’s hair, not enough to pull but enough to make it a mess. Bakugou growled into his neck at that, making him squeak so preciously. 

“Little stuck, huh?”

“Nohohoho! Nohoho yohohou-! Thihhiss ihihis-! AHAHAHA-!! Tihihickles!” His voice was so high-pitched now, the tickling at his neck making it impossible to lower it for his own dignity. 

“Yeah? Tickles?” Bakugou whispered right into the shell of Deku’s ear, the tickled boy shaking his head with a squeal like it would do anything but make Kacchan’s hair tickle at his nose.

“Okahahahay! Okahahay, Kachahahan!” he shoved at Bakugou’s shoulders while his own bounced in giggly mirth. He knew his face had to be bright red at this point, he could feel the heat spreading everywhere, god he felt so warm. Kacchan’s face, his lips, against his neck and ears were too much, too vulnerable, too ticklish. The way his chapped lips grazed the skin as his teeth worked oh-too gently to nibble away at every fiber of his sanity was making him lose his mind. Not to mention he was still tickling his fucking thighs. Kacchan rarely tickled him so gently, it was so out of character for the boy, and yet here he was, tearing Deku apart by the seams just like he said he would with the softest and meanest of tickles Deku could’ve ever imagined.

“You sorry yet~?” Bakugou whispered yet again, smiling into the skin when he heard Deku’s laughter start going silent, every few seconds a wheeze or hysterical giggle slipping its way through before delving right back into silent delirium. 

Finally, Deku got the breath to barely giggle out, “Y-yehehes! S-sohohorry! Kahahahahaha-!”

With a kiss at the shell of Deku’s red little ear (oh it was so warm, how delightful), Bakugou pulled away, the boy left panting through giggles on his lap. Fuck, he looks so cute like that. Bright pink and wrecked, breathing hard while still unable to control the titters of leftover sensations crawling over his neck and thighs. 

Deku seemed to have forgotten what this was all about, just looking up at Kacchan and throwing his arms over his face with embarrassed giggles. Bakugou chuckled, giving a slap to the side of Deku’s thigh and making him squeak.

“You’re gonna love it, though. Even if I can’t tell you what it is, I’ll at least let your nosy ass know it’s something good,” Bakugou gave a small smile, eyes hooded in adoration.

Deku brought his arms down to his chest so he could look properly at his boyfriend, smiling wide when he saw how Kacchan was looking at him. 

“Hope it was worth it,” he giggled before propping himself up and puckering his lips out for Kacchan to take the chance. Bakugou just rolled his eyes fondly before giving in and kissing his boyfriend softly, hand on his cheek.

A month passed, and Deku did indeed adore his gift. Tears were shed (all on Deku’s part of course, Bakugou just chuckled at his boyfriend’s sensitivity like he always did), and that night Deku had two things he could cuddle and snuggle himself to sleep with.

Maybe they had three love languages, Deku thought as he drifted off, cuddled against the soft plush he forgot he missed so much and the warm arms wrapped protectively around his waist. Bickering, check. Tickling, double check. Gift-giving? Most definitely a triple check in Deku’s books. He gave the plush a tight squeeze as he finally dozed off with a smile.

. . .

A/N : i hope yall enjoyed! it's currently 4:30am and i've got class in the morning and work in the afternoon so i should rlly get to sleep lmaoo. this jsut took way longer to post thanks to tumblr dot com being the worst platform in the world! hope yall have a great day, love u guys!! <;33

#tickle community #tickling #tickle fic #mha #my hero academia #bnha #mha tickling #boku no hero academia #anime tickling #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #lee!deku #ticklish!deku #ler!bakugou #ler!deku #switch!bakugou #switch!deku #bakudeku #bkdk

[00just-a-pancake00]

An Explosive Night

After a rough day of school and internship works, Bakugou and Kirishima unwinds themselves before sleeping.

Lers: Bakugou/Kirishima

Lees: Kirishima/Bakugou

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It was a normal night in UA, and no Nomu appeared... well they did, but not anymore. Anyway,

Katsuki Bakugou and Eijirou Kirishima were getting ready for bed. They changed into their sleeping clothes, brushed their teeth, and entered Kirishima's room they shared tonight because Bakugou's room was occupied by Aizawa's cats.

"Whew, I thought this fucking day would never end," sighed Bakugou, putting his clothes onto the floor near his sleeping bag.

"Yeah, first, some children gets kidnapped, then we get lost in an Illusion Villain's dungeon for hours, then we almost get killed. This wasn't the best day ever," Kirishima agreed.

"I'm just glad it's over. Hey, what time is it anyway?"

Kirishima looked at the alarm clock next to his bed.

"It's only 9:28," he answered.

"Really? It feels later than that...hmm. So, do you want to do something to pass the goddamn time?"

"Um, okay, what do you want to do?"

Bakugou shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we can..." The blonde than paused for a moment. Then he stared at the redhead for a few seconds and smirked, making the shark feel unconfortable. Before he could even think about running away, Bakugou pinned him to the ground.

"Bakubro! Please get off me!" panicked Kirishima.

"Why are you so nervous, Kiri?" Katsuki asked.

"None of your business, Bakugou! Now please get off me!"

"What's bugging you?"

Kirishima was both scared and completely annoyed. "I said NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

"Are you worried that I'm gonna tickle you?" Bakugou asked.

"Please DON'T!"

Bakugou placed a hand on his roomate's shoulder and smiled. "Hey don't worry."

"Y-You weren't going to tickle me?" Kirishima asked nervously. But then he calmed down. "Oh, thank goodness. You almost had me there."

"No, I was going to," snickered Bakugou. "I just didn't want you to be nervous."

"Kats, please no!"

Bakugou ignored him and wiggled his fingers on his friend's belly.

"Kahahahahahatsuhuhukiehehehehe! Stohahahahahahahahahaha. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" giggled Kirishima, struggling to get out of his partner's grip.

"Oh please , Eiji, I just started. I'm not just gonna stop," Bakugou smirked.

"Plehehehehehehehehehease stop!" begged the shark.

The blonde pretended to think about it.

"Hmm... let me think... nah!" the cimson-eyed blonde said, before he moved to Kirishima's sides, increasing his laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! KAHAHATSUHUKIHIHI! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Kirishima shouted.

"Eijirou, it's not my fault you're even more ticklish than I am," laughed Bakugou with a wide smuggly grin.

"STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT! PLEASE! KNOCK IT OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"You're so cute when you laugh! I think I'll kick it up a notch!"

Bakugou then began blowing raspberries on his belly. Kirishima's laughter grew louder as it tickled him so much.

"OH SHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHHATSUHUHUKIEHEHEHEHE! QUIT IT! IT TICKLES SO MUCH! HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Bakugou then began to tickle his underarms.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T BREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEATHE!"

Seeing that he couldn't take it anymore, Bakugou stopped tickling Kirishima, letting him breathe.

"Now that wasn't so damn bad now was it?" Bakugou asked, smug.

"N-Not... f-for me..." Kirishima panted while standing up. "Now, if y-you... excuse me, I-I need to... wash t-the sweat off me f-face..."

Red Riot walked slowly out the bedroom and to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. Once he was done and was about to leave the bathroom, something on the bathroom shelf caught his eye.

It was the same long white feather Mina and Denki used to tickle him. Thye must have left it here by mistake. Before Kirishima grabbed it, he noticed that it was next to an electric toothbrush, which was still in it's box.

The red boy stared at them in his hands and that's when he got an idea. He opened the box, put the toothbrush in his pocket along with the feather, and walked back to the bedroom.

"Hey, what took you so long, Shit hair?" Bakugou asked, walking over to his brother.

"I told you, I was washing the sweat off my face," answered Kirishima. "So, what time is it now?"

" It's only 10:04. We still have about twenty-six minutes."

"Good, because there's something I'd like to do."

"What?"

Kirishima said nothing. Instead, he actually pinned Bakugou down on the ground.

"K-Kiri! What are you doing?" asked Bakugou with a big blush.

"Oh nothing," snickered Kirishima. "I'm just doing my turn."

"Your turn to what?"

"To do the tickling."

Bakugou widened his eyes, but remembered something.

"Eiji, may I remind that you're more ticklish than me?"

"No, I don't think Im more ticklish than you," said Kirishima. "I think I'm just as ticklish as you, but in different ways."

"W-What do you mean?"

Kirishima ignored him, hardened his hands a bit to worsen the sensation and began tickling his sides, making him giggle instantley.

"Kihihihrihihi! Stohahahahahahahahap it! Cut it out! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" giggled the explosive bean.

"Sorry, no can do, Bakugou," Eijirou said, as he shook his head. "You tickled me when I begged to stop, so why can't I?"

"Nohohohohohohohoho! Knock it off! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"

Kirishima stopped tickling his friend and grabbed the feather from his pocket. Bakugou widened his eyes.

"Nononono! Eijiro, not THAT!"

Kirishima then stroked the feather on Bakugou's toned midriff while he used his other hand to tickle his sides. The explosive boy immediately started laughing.

"OH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STOP KIHIHIRIHIHI! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bakugou shouted. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I have to admit, Katsuki, you're cute when you laugh," snickered Kirishima, before moving the feather in his underarms.

"OH NO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! KIHIHIRIHIHISHIHIHIMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! STOP!" laughed Bakugou, "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Now do you know how I feel about you tickling me?" Kirishima asked, as he stopped tickling him. "That's something we have in common. We may like being tickled a little, but we enjoy tickling EACH OTHER."

"And D-D-Denki... and Ashido did it t-to us..." Bakugou panted. "...Are y-you... done... now?"

"Just one more thing~"

Kirishima then took off Bakugou's slippers, grabbing his electric toothbrush and started swirling the bristles around his feet in circles.

"HOHOHOLYSHIHIHIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEIAAAAHAAAAHAAHAAA! THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT'S ENOUGH!" Bakugou howled. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Calm down, Katsuki," chuckled Kirishima, "Midoriya told me about this spot so that's why I tried."

He's gonna kill that nerd later.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT! I CAN'T BREATHE! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT STOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Suddenly, the tickling stopped. Bakugou was gasping for air before Kirishima helped him up.

"I told you it'd be over soon."

Bakugou then smiled. "You know what, Shitty Hair, you were right."

"Right about what?"

"That maybe we're both as ticklish as each other. And that we liked being tickled a little, but like tickling each other."

"Told ya," Kirishima happily nodded, before he and his bestie looked at the clock, which said 10:30.

"We should get to bed now, b-ro," Bakugou pointed out, still his first time saying such address. Heading to his bed as Kirishima heads to his sleeping bag.

"Okay, Goodnight, Katsuki."

#switch!kirishima #switch!bakugou #bnha tickles #sfw tickle

[guardian-of-da-gay]

SWITCH Krbk Week 2022 Prompt 2: “First Times”

See it uncensored on Patreon~

#kiribaku #bakushima #krbk #avert thine eyes #my art #bkkr #kirishima eijirou #kirishima #bottom!bakugou #bottom!kirishima #top!kirishima #top!bakugou #switch!bakugou #omegaverse #switch #switch!kirishima #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #sensitive

[kiisaes]

redraw of that one steven universe meme but as the "replace them with your comfort characters" art trend going around on twitter but mine are from the same series so the novelty is kinda gone and now it's just a bogstandard typical redraw. sorry

#i also contemplated switching their roles just so deku could say 'i think we're gonna have to kill this guy kacchan' #but it's less canon compliant and i'm a pussy #also this drawing made me realize just how little i've drawn bkdk in the last few months. their designs are brand new territory again wtf #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bkdk #redraw #shitpost #fan art #becki draws stuff n stuff #I FUCKED UP THE HAND. WHY DID I HAVE TO NOTICE THIS AFTER POSTING IT. WHAT THE FUCK

[crybaby-bkg]

“I’m terrified of trying those hitachi wands,” you offhandedly mention one night in a quiet laugh, while laying in bed beside Bakugou. you’re both on your phones, one last scroll before bed, even though he’s actually playing one of those old people games. he looks over, hair pushed back by a clip he stole from you.

“Why would you be scared?” he asks you, completes the last two moves of the game before he closes his phone and sets it on the table beside the bed. he turns all of his attention on you then, rolling over to his side to face you, and you do the same.

“Because those things are damn near weapons with how they render people useless for like, twenty minutes after they cum.” you snicker, thinking back on the video you had seen earlier in the day. the lady damn near ruined her phone with the wetness, and could hardly move for a good minute after.

Bakugou only stares at you, doesn’t say anything for a long while, but he has this look on his face. he’s thinking about something, but doesn’t open his mouth until he’s whispering,

“That’s crazy,” he kisses your forehead and mumbles an I love you before he rolls over and pulls the covers to his head. you only blink in confusion before you chalk it up to him being the shy little prude he’s always been, and lay down yourself.

the conversation goes forgotten as the weeks pass on, something you don’t dwell on much afterwards. but obviously, it hasn’t passed Bakugou’s mind at all.

“I got it in pink.” he tells you one night after he’s wined and dined you. that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him, but what was weird was how jittery he had been the entire time. this was why, surely, when he leads you to the bedroom and opens a neat little box with one of those wands you had completely forgotten about sitting prettily in front of you.

“Katsuki!” you laugh, hands covering your mouth before they cover your eyes in a mix of shame and shyness. “Why do you wanna see me laid out and twitching after using that thing?” you softly punch his shoulder, looking between his reddened cheeks and the wand he holds in front of you like an engagement ring.

“It’ll be hot.” he shrugs, mouth twisting this way and that in uncertainty, before he looks at you from under his lashes. “Wanna try it out?”

“Of course I do.” you answer back just as quickly, stripping from your clothes even quicker. it makes Bakugou laugh, taking his shirt off and his pants too, just to be safe in case you become a slash zone.

he tries it first with him sitting between your legs, just holding the wand there. he looks between your legs and then to your eyes, starting on a low setting and watches how you twist and thrive in the silken sheets. and when you cum, he thinks he can push you a little further.

he ups the vibrations, adds two of his fingers inside of you, crooking them until he finds that soft spot inside of you that makes you absolutely sob. you squirt all over him and he wonders if he should take his boxers off too (he doesn’t though; the thought of finding them tomorrow stained in you makes him damn near burst in his pants).

the next position is in front of your mirror on the closet, with your legs spread over his. Bakugou hooks his chin over your shoulder, holds your twitching thighs open as he keeps turning the vibrations up to the highest settings. you’re squirming and whining and whimpering for mercy, even though you cry even more whenever he stops.

the next time and the next time and the next, he’s got more fingers inside of you, his cock, another one of your favorite toys. he sets you in doggy style, even though he doesn’t fuck you, but keeps the wand between your legs. he likes the way your entire body shakes beneath him, collapsing, trapped between his weight and the strong vibrations that send you into another dimension.

the next day, you can barely feel between your legs, shaky and unstable for the whole day. but Bakugou makes up for it; he always does.

#this got longer than I expected sorry #anyway I need a break from everything ever #for a very very very long time #bc I’m over having to do Life. very draining #sorry to be a downer in the tags LMFAO the vibe switch is crazy #I’m just hungry and these sleep meds r taking me down #bright side is I’m getting donuts tomorrow 😝 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[aromanticannibal]

original template here. be ready for ten thousand mha template memes of that type to pour out of my blog like blood out of a wound.

#tbh katsuki and Izuku could very well switch places lmao #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #shigaraki tomura #dabi #shinsou hitoshi #Toga himiko #aizawa shouta #present mic #shouto todoroki #mad mha ramblings//

[incorrect-bkdk-quotes]

[At a Pro-Hero meet and greet]

Deku: nice Dynamight hoodie, he's your favorite?

Fan: Yes! I'm his biggest fan!

Deku: what's his favourite place to stop for a midnight snack?

Fan: what

Deku: what temperature does he set his shower. which side of the bed does he prefer to sleep on. what color are his socks right now.

Fan:

Deku: that's what i thought. now get out.

#i considered switching it to Bakugou being the rabid fanboy but my beloved Deku is the OG i had to give it to him #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #katsudeku #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #katsuki #midoriya izuku #midoriya #izuku #deku #kacchan #katsuki x izuku #bakugou x izuku #bakudeku positivity #incorrect bkdk #incorrect bkdk quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect bnha #wonder duo #twin stars

[nohoney]

okay this kind of like a crack post but this dialogue is based between me and my ex that i would use to sometimes get my way lol

“katsuki, please can i-“

“no, how many times do i have to tell you? we have enough of your damn stuffed animals!” your boyfriend gestures to the macrame net that holds all your precious babies up for display in the living room that you made him install, “i already bought you those limited edition cat ghosts you wanted! and just how many more rilakkuma bears do you need?!”

you’re holding up the screen of your phone towards him but katsuki keeps on turning his back so that he won’t see it and so that he won’t see that cute look you always give when you want something really bad. “but this a special edition sakura one! look how cute and soft and pink it is!” you whine to your boyfriend. you know he’ll give in to you; he always does!

god you were always a sucker for anything cute and pink, whether it be dinner plates or ballpoint pens or another damn stuffed animal. this time katsuki remains strong in his conviction, plopping himself on the armchair and picks up his gaming controller so that he can continue from his last saved game file. “i said no and you’re not changing my mind.”

alright… you didn’t want to have to use this.

“wow… i let you cum on my face yesterday and you won’t buy me a teddy bear?”

katsuki’s controller fumbles in his hand and his eyes are comically wide in surprise. “what the fuck? you sucked me off until i came all over your face!”

“uh you asked me yesterday while we were fucking, ‘where do you want daddy to cum, baby?’” you deepen your voice to briefly imitate your boyfriend before going back to your regular voice, “i told you to cum in me but you went around and said, ‘suck me off until i cum’ and i did it because i love you even though i don’t like getting cumshots on my face but you do.”

“you have got to be kidding me! are you really using that against me? to get your damn bear?!” katsuki is nothing short of flabbergasted.

you don’t back down despite how you want to laugh. “i’m just saying it’s a little unpleasant for me sometimes. you know that when it gets in your eye, your lil swimmers don’t know the difference that it’s not an egg they’re trying to knock up and they actually still treat the eyeball as if it’s-“

“alright! i’ll get you your damn bear!”

two weeks later, you’re holding your new purchase in your arms while katsuki holds you. the three of you (yes you count the bear too) are streaming a comedy that just came out recently that kirishima recommended. katsuki adjusts his arms around you and briefly bumps his hand against the new bear. “you don’t get to use that same reason again to get what you want, i hope you know that.”

“don’t let it get in my eye and i won’t have to.”

#there can a few different variations depending on what you use lol #and i always switched up to keep my ex guessing #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader

[dizazter-dragoon]

CW: Minors DNI, suggestive blurb, don't use fights as foreplay irl, as always characters are aged up

Just,,,The idea of Bakugou liking getting kidnapped or held for ransom by shitty villains on occasion just to rile reader up is very funny to me. Like most of the time, reader is just a sweet mid-low rank support hero until Bakugou is involved and then it's like a switch flip to vigilante mode that he loves.

Bank Robber: I'll let the hostages go in exchange for a Pro-Hero!

Bakugou: Oh no...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and then 15 minutes later Bakugou's doing stretches in a quirk collar because he knows you're gonna spend the next week staking your claim on him after your feral ass beats the everloving shit out of the unfortunate villainous bastard

Just- Bakugou watching reader bust in on the villain's shoddy hideout, and leaning his head back to show a bruise below his collarbone "I dunno babe, looks like a hickey to me" (｀∀´)Ψ

#Bakugou: You gonna let the only mark on me be some extra's? Tch #Reader: ChallengeAccepted BakuBrat #Could he get out the low quality restraints without his quirk? yes #But how else is he gonna play up the 'damsel in distress' bit? #Bakugou thinks getting “kidnapped” on occasion is worth watching his switch!reader dom from the bottom afterwards #-And then spends the rest of the week showing reader how it's done #Might make this into an actual fic #bnha thirst #minors do not interact #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #switch!reader #gn!reader #bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #Zaz drabbles

[theloveinc]

bakugo x reader - i guess a lil drabble related to my succession!au here! caitie writing? it's more........ no jk im just as surprised as you...

(warning - toxic relationships, sex as business tactic, you wear a thong but gn otherwise i think, made up business lingo idfk)

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You’re already waiting for him by the time Bakugo makes it back to his office. 

Blazer off and strewn across the arm of the leather armchair you lean against, fingernails clacking away as you type a message on your phone; you look busy, you look sexy, you look mad, though he already knows why you’re here and you waste no time either in looking up from your device to absolutely scour. 

 “Fuckin' what?” he grumbles, throwing his own jacket and stack of files next to yours, refusing to give in to the thought of looking into your eyes, something he knows will cause more of a fire to light up in his veins rather than put him into a business-like mood.

“You said no.” 

“‘Course I did," he responds before you can say anything else. "Your write-up was crap, and I don’t feel like wasting time entertaining unnecessary shit.” 

“It’s a good plan. Would make up the public outburst you had that tanked our stock fifteen percent. You and I both know that.” 

He does, but he doesn't care enough to risk another move that might cause more harm than good. It's not like his sour personality is a secret from the business world or has stopped him from getting what he wanted in the past.

“If you care so much about it just go ‘n get Deku to approve it. Fuck knows all you do when I disagree with your stupid ass ideas is cry and get him to start signing shit, anyway."

“That is not true!” you hiss, one of Bakugo’s very-clearly-plucked eyebrows immediately raising at the annoyance in your voice. “My advice is great, and yeah, I do think you should take it sometimes.”

“It’s average at best and you fucking know it"—it's actually better than average, way better, it's just hard to say now that Deku's got top spot in the running for CEO, a fact that pisses Bakugo off so badly that he can't even think about your talent lest he lose his mind even more—"You’re just one of the board's little brats. Spoiled rotten.” 

You purse your lips at that, eyes narrowing as he stands up tall. “Like you’re any better. Getting mommy to call competitors anytime one of your shitty deals doesn’t go through.”

He approaches you, hands leaving his pockets as he walks you back into his desk—your ass meeting the oak just as he begins unlocking his cuff links and pushing his sleeves up to the bend of his elbows. You stand there in silence, in faux-battle through your glares, though it’s not much longer before he puts his hands on your waist and jerks you to his chest. 

“Least I do my damn job instead of sucking dick on company time.”

(You don’t remind him that it was actually him on his knees the last time any inappropriate workplace intercourse occurred… nor that it was Kiri’s idea—not yours—to screw your way into Yo Shindo’s board of investors. He already started a fight the first time it came up, lord knows he’d have an aneurysm if used it against him in an argument, too.) 

“Fine,” you wiggle your hips in an attempt to loosen the static between your bodies, but he only seems to get closer: the newly-tenting fly of his slacks digging into the soft dip of your own pants, instead. “Next time I’ll go ask Todoroki for advice then and you can work alone.”

He nips at you where his mouth presses against your cheek, hands splayed on your back to keep you from being pressed into the hard line of wood at your hips. You inhale at the contact, turning your face away from him if only to let his mouth fall next to your ear. 

“Talk to that half and half fucker in front of me, baby,” he whispers, “and you watch what fucking happens.” 

His fingers dip themselves into the band of your panties, tugging the elastic away from your skin in such a manner that the string of your thong gets pulled taut between your ass cheeks. 

“Bakugo…” you warn, pulling back to glare at him though simultaneously giving into the fight, your hands leaving your hips to swat his away from behind you before they’re allowed to do anything more lewd.

He huffs, though his chest rumbles in the most silent of laughs as he catches your palms in his, swinging them back around til he’s holding them between you at your front. 

“You’re such a damn tease,” he leans down close enough to touch his nose with yours, your breath warm and enticing on his lips. “Gimme a kiss for wasting my time.”

You roll your eyes. “No. I’m reporting you to HR.” 

“Like hell you are. Kiss me.” 

 “I’m gonna kiss Deku.” 

Hands still tangled with yours, he tears away for only a moment to fake a gag over his shoulder. 

“That’s even worse!”

"You deserve it."

And he doesn't exactly disagree.

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holding out (just for you) [2] || katsuki b.

pairing: dragon!bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 13.2k+

mentions: female reader, fantasy au, descriptions of injuries + blood (bakugo's), not edited!!, aged up chars (24+), sfw, second pov, part of the bnha big bang collab!

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masterlist part one

The storm was finally over.

You stood at the mouth of the cave, squinting at the sunlight that poked its way through the remaining puffs of white clouds. It gave everything a warm feel, bathing the surrounding forest and body of the mountain in shades of honey and nectar. There was this fresh, dewy feel to everything that made you feel like a newborn experiencing life for the first time. You honestly never felt so relieved before at seeing the cerulean of the sky. There was not a single hint of the thunderclouds from the storm and you hoped there wouldn’t be for a very long time. You inhaled deeply, then exhaled in a quiet sigh and turned around. Bakugo lifted his head slightly to look at you and started shifting as though he was going to get up.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” You held up your hands at him with wide eyes and moved closer to him. You gestured at him to sit back down, though he only stared at you impatiently. A huff escaped your lips. “You should not be moving so much! You’re still ridiculously injured! You could irritate your wounds even more and all the healing I’d done would be a waste!”

Bakugo snarled and bared his teeth at you, displeased. You rolled your eyes. “I know, it’s annoying. But you really shouldn’t move too much. Or at least stay on the mountain until I get back.” He huffed some smoke at you and shifted again to start heading towards the cave entrance. You could do nothing but frown as you skirted around him—after all, who were you to halt a grown ass dragon in his steps? Only, before he could get too far, his hind leg crumpled, unable to support his weight. He made an irritated growl as he sank to the floor, the powerful muscles of his legs tensing before you. 

You clicked your tongue and hovered around him, eyes darting at his wounds to make sure they weren’t bleeding again. “See? Just stay put, please? I’m gonna head back to my cottage for some more salves that can properly treat your wounds.” You turned around and jogged back to the mouth of the cave so you could hoist your bag onto your shoulders. You’d already checked to make sure you had everything—including the poor remains of your jacket. You glanced at Bakugo over your shoulders. His teeth were bared in what looked like a pained grimace, though you could also practically feel the frustration coming off of him in waves.

“I shouldn’t take too long,” you told him as you stepped out into the sunlight. “Get some rest in the meantime.” 

Before he could respond, you started your descent down the mountain, carefully placing your steps on the rocks that were still a bit wet and slippery from the storm. You had to admit, it was nice being out in the open, finally able to feel the sun’s warmth along your arms and face. There was a warm breeze drifting through the air that was such a large contrast from the battering winds of the storm. You did your best to climb down the mountain at a quick and efficient pace, but it still took you a while before you reached your cottage. 

And what you saw made your shoulders sag, your heart dropping to your feet.

Your garden was ruined. 

This region of the world never had a thunderstorm last for that long, so you’d never bothered to prepare for it. You’d been hoping that the mountain would take on most of the brute force of the storm and help shield your cottage from the high winds and pouring rain. But apparently it didn’t—or at least, it didn’t block most of the storm. 

You grimaced as you stepped along the branch-littered stone path in front of your cottage until you reached the edge of your garden and stared sorrowfully at the ruins of all your plants. They were scattered everywhere, uprooted by the winds. There were giant puddles of water seeping into the dirt along with massive branches from the trees surrounding the area. You winced at the sight of a few branches crushing the poor herbs you’d been so carefully cultivating. Wet smears of soggy leaves and drooping stems peered sadly at you from a waterlogged grave. 

It would take you weeks, maybe even months to get your garden back to its original state. The magical plants and herbs you’d been growing would be the toughest to take care of, seeing that some of them were foreign. They just weren’t things you could find out in the wild or on the mountain so easily—you’d have to go looking for a shopkeep that’d sell you the seeds. You might even have to take a trip out of Yuuei if you really wanted to find some of them. You bent down and gently ran a few fingers along a wilted flower, then stood up and let out a long-suffering sigh. 

You kind of wanted to cry, and maybe you did let a few tears slip at the loss of something you’d been caring for ever since you moved to this quaint little village. But you had work to do. You couldn’t linger for long. 

Still, you allowed yourself a short moment to grieve. 

Wearily rubbing at your face, you turned to head over to your cottage, stepping over puddles and branches in your way. If you looked up at the roof, you could see a few thick branches perched precariously on top of it. Great. You didn’t know how you would reach those, but they were a problem for later. You toed off your muddy boots to leave outside, unlocked, and then opened your door. Your eyes swept around the room, looking to see if anything was awry.

You supposed you should count yourself lucky that you’d kept the windows closed, so there wasn’t any obvious mess of the potted plants near them, or the dried out herbs you had strung along the walls. There were a few puddles seeping into the wooden floor that you frowned at, and upon looking up at the ceiling you could see a few wet patches where water was leaking through. None of your books appeared to be damaged, thankfully, and the table stacked with salves and creams was fine as well.

It wasn’t until you walked into your bedroom to check it out that you noticed there was a decently-sized hole in the ceiling. You craned your head back as you looked up at it. You could see a bit of the blue sky through it, though it was mostly obscured by one of those fucking branches you saw on top of your roof. 

“Fantastic,” you grumbled as you glared at the hole as though it had personally offended you—and it had!—before you cast your gaze at the floor. There were wood chippings and some stray leaves scattered about the nice little rug you had in your room. An obvious wet spot was on the carpet as well, though that would be easier to deal with than all the other things. Your bed against the leftmost wall looked fine, and as you walked over to the giant bookshelf you had against the right wall, you saw that everything upon it was fine as well. The shelves were stacked with more plants and jars of creams and liquids, so at least you knew you had enough to last you for a while as you tended to your garden—and that wasn’t including the small closet you had in your room that housed a mix of your clothes and some more medicinal supplies like needles and syringes. 

You set your bag down on the small desk next to your bookshelf so you could rummage around in it to pull out all the plants you’d gathered on the mountain and store them in their proper places. The bottle of ink and quill were also set on your desk along with your little journal. That stupid rock-hard pastry you didn’t get to eat got thrown in the trash. You left your canteen and the single Nadir flower in your bag. As for the ruins of your jacket… You grabbed them and tossed them next to the fireplace in the living room.  

You really, really wanted to lay down at this point, but you couldn’t. There were still things to be done. But first things first, you really needed a bath. You’d been stuck in that cave for who-knows-how-long—you felt absolutely disgusting. Hopefully getting cleaned up would make you feel better as well. 

And it did. A nice, cold bath made you feel refreshed and more energetic than before. The fatigue you’d been feeling was eradicated—if temporarily—so you at least felt that you could survive the rest of the day without collapsing in a heap. You bustled around in the kitchen to grab something to eat—bread and a savory spread you’d made not too long ago that hadn’t spoiled yet—and drink. You slowly nibbled at it as you watered your inside plants, took stock of your inventory, and made a list of all the seeds and plants you’d need for your garden. You mopped up the puddles of water on the floor and cleaned out the carpet in your room before hanging it to dry outside. You didn’t know what to do about the hole, but you figured you’d just see if you could place a tarp or something over it later. 

At one point, you eyed the materials you used to stitch up wounds of people who needed it, contemplating if they were things you could use on Bakugo. But really… you didn’t think you could. He had too many scales in the way—it would be too difficult to even attempt to stitch him up. You’d have to stick to magic salves and your own healing magic—which was, admittedly, a new experience for you since you tended to not use your magic on people—but you figured you’d be fine. 

As you prepared your bag for a trip into the village, you found yourself pausing at the bookshelf in your room and scanning it for that little mythical creature book you had. It was crammed somewhere on the bottom shelf, dusty with misuse. You slid it out and blew the dust off of it. It was an unassuming little thing, with a drawing of a phoenix on its dark cover. You stashed it in your bag to reread later. 

With one more check to ensure you had everything, you stepped outside and slipped on the same boots you’d worn to the mountain, locking the door behind you as you set off. Twigs and branches crunched under your feet as you walked. You had to dodge around quite a few muddy puddles on your way and once you entered the village itself, you saw that it had not been spared from the storm’s wrath either. You looked around as people bustled about, tending to their houses and shops that looked like they’d gotten flooded out. Well… at least you didn’t have to worry about that. Just staring at all the deep pools of water around the village was making you wince in sympathy. 

You ended up at Denki’s pub again, which was—somehow—open. 

“Hey!” he greeted you as you stepped inside and looked around. He didn’t have many customers, though you did see a familiar face sitting at one of the barstools at the back of the pub. Izuku perked up once he turned around to see who Denki was talking to, then gave you an eager little wave.

You waved back as you walked closer and took a seat next to the freckled man. “Hey guys. What’s new?”

“Apart from the crazy storm we just had?” Izuku questioned as he tilted his head at you. 

“Yeah that was wild!” Denki agreed as he leaned forward against the bartop. “I was lucky all I got were a few leaks!”

“A few leaks huh,” you said dryly. Your tone made both men look at you questioningly and you crossed your arms as you stared at Denki. “You wouldn’t believe what happened to me.” 

He was almost hesitant as he asked, “...What… happened?”

You sniffed and pulled your bag off your shoulder so you could set it in your lap and open it. “Well, a little birdy told me there were Zenith flowers on Kamino sometime before the storm started...” 

Izuku looked at you in alarm, his green eyes widening. “You weren’t—!!”

“I was,” you drawled, relishing in the panicked way Denki was looking at you. “And guess what I found on Kamino.” You opened one of the little pockets in your bag and carefully pulled out the cerulean flower from it before setting it on the bartop in front of you.

Denki’s eyes darted down to look at it before his face twisted in confusion. “A… Zenith flower?” 

You shook your head and opened your mouth to respond, but Izuku beat you to the punch. “Oh nooo, those are Nadir flowers aren’t they?” He pointed at the leaves. “Zeniths typically have heart-shaped leaves while Nadirs have oval ones. Those small red thorns on its stem are also another characteristic. They’re extremely poisonous!” 

“That’s right,” you said as you gave Denki a pointed look. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he blurted out, reaching out so he could clasp your hands between his own larger ones and look at you with watery eyes. “You were probably trapped on Kamino, weren’t you? Shit, I’m really, really sorry!” 

You cracked and let out a sigh before gently squeezing Denki’s hands. “Relax, it wasn’t your fault. I was just messing with you. Slightly.” When all he did was pout at you, you gave him a small smile. “Seriously, I’m kidding. There was no way for you to know there was a storm coming—or that I’d go the same day.”

“That was some extremely bad timing,” Izuku said as he looked at you worriedly. “What did you do?”

“Camped out in a cave.” You shrugged and slipped your hands from Denki’s so you could pat him on the head. As you opened your mouth to mention the unexpected companion you had while you were in the cave, you found yourself hesitating. You… kind of wanted to keep Bakugo a secret. Maybe that made you selfish, but you didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell your friends there’s an injured dragon on Mount Kamino. They could keep a secret, sure, but you knew Denki tended to blabber from time to time—especially once he had a few drinks. You didn’t want to imagine the type of crowd that kind of information would bring to Yuuei. So you settled on withholding it—at least until Bakugo was healed enough that he could fly away or fight if needed (though hopefully it wouldn’t come to that).

You changed gears and instead said, “No idea how long I was there for, though.” 

“The storm lasted a few days. Almost three, I think,” Izuku told you, a frown splayed across his lips. Damn, had it really been that long? He peered closer at your face. “You look tired. Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine and dandy, don’t worry about it!” you said cheerfully as you grabbed the lone Nadir table on the bartop and carefully stashed it back into your bag. “Sleeping in a cave just wasn’t exactly comfortable, you know?” 

��Aaghhh!!! I still feel so bad!!” Denki wailed, collapsing onto the bartop dramatically so he could press his face against its cool surface. 

You rolled your eyes in good nature. “If you really wanna make it up to me you could give me another pastry. I never got to eat the last one I got.” 

At that, Denki sprung up, a new vigor to his movements as he looked at you determinedly. “You bet! I’ll give you the best tasting pastry this village has to offer!” With that, he ran off to one of the backrooms behind the bar so he could likely make you a fresh pastry. You weren’t complaining if he was putting that much effort into a simple order. 

“So, Izuku”—you turned to look at him—“what’re you doing here? I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s the hand?” 

“Ah, it’s doing better!” he told you happily as he turned in his chair and rested his right arm on the bartop. You looked down and reached out to hold his hand, running your fingers along the rough, pink scars that decorated his palm and fingers. “I, um, I’d str— strained it a couple times, but uh, I’m getting better! At not hurting myself! Anymore!” You glanced up to see him fidgeting around, his eyes darting to look at different points in Denki’s pub. He always got a bit… nervous, when people touched him there. You gave him a soft smile when he finally looked back at you and he returned it, albeit a bit sheepishly. “I’d been wandering around the village to help folks out with repairs after the storm. The pub was open when I passed by so I decided to check on Denki and here we are!” 

You hummed and flipped his hand over so you could tap at a thin slash near his wrist. “That’s new. What was it this time?” 

Izuku nervously laughed and gently tugged his hand from your grip so he could run it through his curly, green hair. “Ahh, can’t get anything past you, huh?” His voice got quieter when he said, “Sword injury. Again.” 

You gave his hand a pat and released him so you could brace yourself against the bartop. You didn’t know the specifics of what he did on a day-by-day basis, but you weren’t one to pry all too much. Your eyes lingered on the golden sword hilt that stuck out from the belt around his waist. He carried it with him everywhere. “Were you practicing? Or was it an actual fight this time?” You nudged him teasingly to let him know you were just messing around. 

“Ah, it— it was just a bad block on my part!” he stammered, waving his hands in front of him rapidly. “Sweets— she thought I would block it, um, properly, but I fumbled and, well— She apologized a lot!” 

Denki took that moment to stick his head through the kitchen doorway. “Tell Sweets I miss her!! When’s she coming back to work?! It gets lonely running this place by myself!”

“Weren’t you the one who told her to take a few weeks off for their honeymoon?” you asked Denki wryly. 

He spluttered a bit. “Well! Yes, but— Never mind, going back to work now.” And with that he disappeared back into the kitchen backroom just as quickly as he had appeared. 

A small smile still lingered on your face as you turned to look back at a flushed Izuku. “How is Sweets doing, anyways? That rash she had isn’t still spreading, is it?” 

“She’s fine now! That salve you gave her worked wonders! Oh, speaking of”—he perked up considerably and looked at you eagerly—”can I ask you what you used to make it? I just— I don’t think I’ve ever seen one work like that before. And it was a different texture from what you typically use. Plus the aroma—”

The two of you ended up talking about the different medicinal plants you use and the ways you combine them into ointments and salves. Izuku always liked to ask questions anytime you saw him either in the village or when he dropped by your cottage for treatment. You didn’t mind—you thought it was a bit endearing how curious he was. 

Denki eventually returned after a short while and gave you a fancy-looking frosted bun with ‘sorry :(’ piped on top of it. You couldn’t help but to crack a wide smile at it. You gave him a pat on the head that made him lighten up and hopefully get over the unnecessary guilt he felt. Seriously, you told him, it’s fine. You chatted with them both for a while more as you polished off the pastry, then got up and rolled your shoulders back.

“Well, this was nice, but I have to go. Things to do, people to heal,” you told them as you slung your bag over your shoulder. 

“Come back soon!” Denki gave you a thumbs up with a sheepish smile. “And let us know if you need help with anything.” 

“Yeah!” Izuku agreed as he looked up at you. “Did your cottage get damaged by the storm? I know you’re in the forest, so there’s a lot of risk there.” 

You cringed slightly and thought back to your ruined garden and the hole in your roof. “Yeah, my garden got totaled and I have to do some repairs. I’ll let you guys know—I have a bunch of organizational stuff to do first.” They nodded and waved their goodbyes as you walked out the pub and into the fresh air of the storm’s aftermath. People still milled about and you took a moment to look around. You should probably walk around and check to see if anyone got injured during the storm. You nodded to yourself and set off in a direction down a paved path, calling out greetings to some of the faces you recognized. 

But first, you needed to stop by the Butcher’s. 

You huffed as you crawled up a particularly slippery rock, the bag on your back weighing you down even more. You probably shouldn’t have bought so much meat from the Butcher, but well, you needed to bring something back for Bakugo. Admittedly, it likely wasn’t enough to satiate his entire hunger—he was a fully grown dragon, after all—but it was all you could do for now. Meat was expensive—you also couldn’t quite carry too much at a time up a bigass mountain. 

You stood up straight once you steadied your footing on the rock and looked up in the direction of the cave. You could just see the wide, gaping mouth of its entrance staring at you from atop the slope it sat on. You puffed out a breath of air and continued on, cursing when you stumbled on occasion or narrowly avoided a particularly mossy section of the rock you climbed over. 

Finally, you found yourself standing before the dark cave, panting slightly as you stared into it with the expectation that an irate dragon would huff a greeting at you.

Except, Bakugo wasn’t here. 

“Hello?” you called out, your voice echoing back at you as it bounced around deeper into the cave. You walked inside a bit, peering around and squinting into the darker areas of the cave in the hopes that you would see a familiar glint of gold or flash of crimson. But there was nothing. It was empty. You sighed and ran a weary hand down the front of your face. You didn’t know how he was able to pull himself from the cave in his obviously dire condition, but it shouldn’t have surprised you all too much. You would’ve been impressed—considering how injured he was—if you weren’t so worried about him having possibly reopened his wounds. It was a good thing you’d made a quick stop at your cottage to grab some salves and other materials you believed would help him heal faster—you weren’t entirely sure if they would work, but it was better to try than not, you supposed.

You knelt down around the area where you’d last seen him resting before you left. There was no visible blood on the ground—a good sign, of course, but it didn’t stop the worry and unease from swarming in your stomach like a hive of angry bees. You reached out and gently touched one of the lines of the scratchy Bakugo he had carved into the floor, then stood up with a deep sigh. 

Shit, you cursed as you walked back outside and stood at the edge of the slope. You held a hand over your eyes as you squinted and looked around for any trace of Bakugo. He couldn’t have gone far, right? Not with those injuries. At least, that was what you hoped. You were somewhat glad that the cave was high up on the mountain—it made it easier for you to look around below you. Grey rock with patches of green grass and moss stretched out for what looked like miles below you. There were some trees scattered here and there, but most were at the base of the mountain, where the forest was. Maybe you should walk around the mountain some more—just in case he was somewhere you couldn’t see from your position. 

You steadily made your way down the mountain at an angle, picking your way through some steep declines that had your heart stuttering whenever your boots slipped. After wandering about for what felt like hours, you finally climbed up onto a ledge that allowed you to see a small clearing in the near distance. It was a mix of rock and grass, though it looked flat enough that someone could probably build a hut there if they wanted. 

Right in the center of the clearing was Bakugo. Seeing him out in the sunlight was immensely different from when you were both in the cave. The light gleamed brightly off his scales, making him stick out from his surroundings like a sore thumb. The swirling black and tangerine markings along his body juxtaposed his golden vividness—their deepness made you feel like you could get sucked right into them. From your angle, you could see the left side of his head, but it appeared that he hadn’t noticed you just yet. You paused, taking a short break to catch your breath as you watched him curiously. 

There was a moment where it looked like he was concentrating on something. His large eyes were closed. The muscles along his back and legs were tensed and crouched—like he was on edge or about to spring into a fight. His head bowed forward and you didn’t dare release even the slightest of sounds as you watched him eventually huff out a plume of dark smoke. He opened his eyes—pupils slitted and tiny—and let out a low growl that you could hear from your position. 

He looks frustrated about something, you mused to yourself as he snapped his powerful jaws and let his tail whip to the side. The spikes along his back and neck bristled. Common sense was telling you not to approach the angry dragon, but you did anyway, starting the steady descent towards the clearing. 

Just as you landed on top of a particularly large boulder, you looked up to see Bakugo attempting something different. He extended out his wings—or well, attempted to. The muscles that comprised them shook as he tried to hold them out horizontally, but he couldn’t with how critical the wounds were on them. You frowned once you noticed the deep ruby blood that dripped steadily onto the grass from his wings, staining it. Great.

You finally called out to him just as he tried giving his wings a few experimental flaps, his thick legs tensing as though he was going to jump into the air. “Hey! What’re you doing?! I told you not to leave the cave!” 

Bakugo snapped his head in your direction, a snarl on his face as he watched you clamber down the boulder and land on the grassy part of the clearing. You made your way closer to him, ignoring the way he growled at you and snapped his jaws threateningly. You leveled him with an irate look, your hands on your hips. “I get it, you don’t wanna be here or whatever. But I told you not to move around too much or you’d risk reopening your wounds. And what did you do?” 

Bakugo made a deep snarling sound that was probably intended to intimidate you and turned so he could loom over you. He bared his teeth, his head hovering over your own in a way that made you crane your neck. If he was trying to make you cower in fear or run away, it wasn’t working. You pointed to his wings. “Look at all that blood. And I had just finished treating the infection too! It’s your own fault that your healing process is gonna take even longer now!” 

He growled and puffed smoke directly into your face before moving away. You waved a hand in front of your face to get rid of the caramel smell and jogged around him so you could stand in his way. His eyes swiveled down to look at you, his sharp teeth glinting like diamonds in the sunlight. “Where are you going? Sit down so I can look at your wings.” He chuffed and narrowed his eyes as though daring you to order him around again. You didn’t back down and instead crossed your arms. “I said sit down Bakugo. The quicker you comply, the quicker I can get to work on healing you. I’m sure those wounds hurt.”

He was so fucking stubborn. You didn’t relent with your glare, not until he let out a deep clicking sound and reluctantly settled on the ground. His tail whipped behind him, nearly catching your leg had you not stepped to the side to avoid it. You rolled your eyes at his behavior. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You just got another deep click in return. 

You pulled your bag off your shoulder and squatted on the ground so you could pull out the chunks of meat you’d gotten at the Butcher’s. Bakugo watched you raptly as you got up and walked closer to him so you could set them on the ground in front of him. The meats were neatly wrapped in paper that you easily peeled away before you got up and looked up at his head. His eyes flicked down to the food, then back at you.

“It’s not much,” you told him as you glanced sadly down at the raw slices of meat. Now that they were in front of him, they looked so small—like they would amount to nothing but a pea’s worth of sustenance. “But it was all I could carry. I can always get more, but I hope you’re good at hunting ‘cuz I won’t be able to do this all the time.” Besides, you added in your head, I can’t bring enough to fill up a whole fucking dragon. 

Bakugo growled and snorted some smoke out at the meat as though to say of course I’m a good hunter. He looked down at the pile, then tensed as the spikes on his back bristled. You raised an eyebrow. “What? Is it not up to your standards? It’s better than nothing, I can tell you that.” He turned his head to glare off into the distance. You stood there and watched, wondering if he was going to eat the damn food or not. After a few moments of silence, you spoke up. “It’s really no biggie, you know.” He looked back at you, his narrowed eyes flicking between your face and the meat. You sighed. “Come on, just eat it. You need the energy.” 

He let out a low rumble and chuffed again before finally, finally, he lowered his head to begrudgingly sniff at the food. You had no idea what his deal was—this was just like when you attempted to give him the hardened pastry back in the cave. Maybe he hated being doted on by an itty bitty human. Whatever, you rolled your eyes as you went back over to your bag to take out all your medicinal supplies. 

You rummaged around for a bit, then found yourself glancing up at Bakugo when he shifted slightly. Your glance turned into a stare when you noticed he’d raised his head, a sort of glow coming from the base of his long neck. It was a fiery orange color that made its way up and up and up until it exited from his open mouth in a burst of brilliant, rushing flames. Your jaw dropped open as you watched him roast the food, the smell of charred meat filling the air. The heat from the flames was enough to make you break into a light sweat. 

It was over just as quickly as it had started, a pile of crispy meat and burnt grass left in its wake. With a snap of his jaw, Bakugo swallowed up the food, his forked tongue darting out to lick at his chops before he leveled you with an unsatisfied look. 

You stared back. “Not a fan of raw meat, huh?” you asked wryly as you pulled out a jar of a lavender-colored paste to set on the ground near you. “Did you want some spices for that too?” 

Bakugo huffed in a way that made you grin. You pulled out some old strips of cloth to use to wipe the blood away from his wings and stood up to step closer to him. “Well, best to get started then!”

And so started the strange schedule of healing a dragon. 

Every day, you would dedicate some time to walking up the mountain with some food and more ointments to try on his wounds. They didn’t all work on him, unfortunately, but you were making some progress: his wounds weren’t bleeding anytime he moved around anymore. Though, it was still very risky for him to do anything other than walk slowly about the mountain. You kept a close eye on him—or at least as much as you could between your duties tending to the villagers who were injured or sick as well. 

It was very time consuming and energy-sapping—especially once you started using your magic to slowly heal him again. It seemed like that was the only way you were going to make any significant progress with his injuries. You felt a perpetual exhaustion behind your eyes and on your shoulders that only increased depending on how much magic you used to heal him on a given day. You hardly had time to sleep anymore, much less work on organizing your garden and inventory. It bothered you, of course it did, but you’d always put patients before all else. You just didn’t expect one of said patients would be a dragon. 

You were slowly wearing yourself down—but you couldn’t really do anything about it. 

Or well, you knew of a way that could at least alleviate some of the pain.

“Can you, like,” you started one day as you took a break between healing sessions, “move closer to the forest? It would make my life so much easier not having to hike up the mountain every day.” 

Bakugo picked his head up from the ground and snorted some smoke at you. “Great! I know a clearing in the forest you can stay in. It’s not too far from my cottage, too.” 

It was oddly surreal walking down the mountain with Bakugo slowly following behind. You made sure you were a good distance ahead of him to avoid accidentally getting trampled under his feet. The way his claws gripped at rock strong enough to crumble them to bits reminded you, yet again, that this was a powerful creature you were dealing with. A creature that the world had not seen outside their homeland for decades, maybe even centuries. The thought made you feel strangely honored. 

You had to yell at Bakugo to slow down whenever he tried picking up his pace, wary of his wounds as always. He snarled and bared his teeth at you every time, but it was honestly for his own good—he could be irritated and angry all he wanted, but you were the healer in charge here. You knew he knew that—as much as he expressed that he didn’t like it. 

Once you both got to the edge of the forest, it was tricky getting a dragon as big as Bakugo to fit through all the trees, but you managed by getting him to go around until he reached a big enough path.

And once he sat comfortably in the little clearing, surrounded by trees and bushes that concealed him pretty well, you took a moment to think about how strange your life had gotten. 

It was clear Bakugo was getting increasingly frustrated by the day. 

He snapped at you more, huffing out dark smoke that made you feel lightheaded from time to time. He put up an attitude whenever you reached out to heal him or when you offered him those small food portions. You didn’t blame him, honestly. If you were a bigass dragon and you were forced to stay in a small clearing everyday without being able to fly or move around, you’d get pretty pissed off too. You were sure the lack of sufficient food was also playing a hand at his grievances, but you were doing your best. He hunted, you were certain he did, but there was only so much he could get from the forest. 

Though… there were times where you noticed he also got annoyed due to… other things. 

Sometimes, you’d catch him concentrating on something—just like that day on the mountain clearing. He would concentrate and concentrate and concentrate, only to snap his eyes open and let out a frustrated roar that would echo throughout the forest and cause the bumbling sounds of the surrounding wildlife to halt for just a second—hauntingly still as though frozen in time. You never dared to go near him when he was in one of those moods—you were very much aware that he could crush you with just a snap of his jaw—but still, you wondered what he was doing.

You tried not to let him bother you too much, but well, it sometimes got rough and you would find yourself dragging your feet as you ventured out along the familiar forest path that led to him. 

“I know it’s not ideal,” you told him gently one day as you worked on healing the gash on his face. He stared at you with those slitted eyes of his, unwavering. “My magic isn’t the fastest there is and I’m sorry. I wish the salves would work better, but they don’t, probably because of your different physiology.” He made a sound that was akin to a scoff, but you ignored it and continued. “We’re making progress, at least. Slowly, but surely.” 

Dragons were not meant to be trapped on the ground—they were meant to be up in the air, free. You wished you could give him that freedom with a snap of your fingers, but you were painstakingly slow—limited. One day you would get there, but not anytime soon. 

You ruminated, in the quiet darkness of your bedroom, on things you could do to ease some of the frustration and tension from Bakugo. Was there anything? You frowned up at your ceiling, the small tarp that covered the hole in it fluttering slightly with the night breeze. How could you get a dragon to expel its annoyances? 

You thought long and hard about it for a majority of the night. Come morning, however, you awoke with a newfound vigor to your actions as you changed your clothes, packed your bag with some essentials, and bounded off in the direction of Bakugo’s temporary shelter. 

He was still asleep when you reached him, the warm light of morning shining onto him through the tall canopies above in a way that made his scales gleam like freshly polished gold. This was the only time you ever saw him at ease and not tense or peeved in some way, shape, or form. You didn’t think that dragons could snore and yet here he was, a small rumble leaving his mouth as a puff of smoke exited from his nostrils. It was kind of endearing, but you knew better than to linger—the last time he caught you watching him as he slept, he nearly took your arm off. 

You set about starting the healing process, concentrating on his wings for the most part that were folded close enough to the ground that you could easily reach them. The honey-like glow of your palms was a constant you had gotten used to, its warmth oddly soothing—even though it sapped out your energy like it was nobody’s business. You did notice, however, that you were getting better and better at controlling your fatigue. You supposed that made sense—with practice came improvement, even with magic. 

You healed him until his head shifted as he woke up, jaws opening in a wide yawn that showed off the curved daggers he had for teeth. 

“Oh good! You’re up!” you called out cheerfully as you stopped your magic and stepped away from his side so that he could see you once he turned his head around. He blinked at you hazily, sleep still addling his gaze, and you took the chance to snatch up your bag from where you’d dumped it on the ground. You shouldered it as you walked closer to his front and looked up at him. “Hope you’re down to do some walking today. We’re going on a little field trip.” 

Bakugo let out a puff of smoke, his head raising slightly as he tipped it to the side and watched you with a peculiar look to his ruby eyes. It was surprisingly calculative, but also curious as well. You gave him a secretive smile and stepped back. “It’s a bit of a distance, but it’ll be worth it, I promise.” You walked over to the opening in the trees that was large enough for him to fit through and gesticulated at him to follow. “Come on, up you go, big guy.”

He chuffed and made a little rumble before his legs tensed as he pushed himself up to his feet. His wings shook out slightly, the smallest hint of a tremor running through them. There was just something… belittling, almost, about watching him do even the most mundane things, like standing. It just made you feel so small. The grass rustled underneath him as he turned around and lumbered towards you—slow, as though testing out how much effort it would take him to walk without aggravating his wounds. You waited until he was close enough, then turned and headed deeper into the forest. 

You kept an eye on him as the both of you walked along a path only you were privy to, observing him to see if he was flinching or tensing in any particular areas. He seemed fine, though he occasionally let out a huff or growl at you after long stretches of just ducking between trees. You just looked back at him and gave him a smile whenever he did so, telling him that it “wasn’t much farther.” You don’t think he believed you after the third time.  

The cracks and groans of branches and shrubbery beneath Bakugo’s clawed feet nearly seemed to echo through the forest, sharp like a whip. It wasn’t much different than the time he followed you down the mountain, but for some reason, you could practically feel each step he took through the ground—reverberating through your body. Maybe it was because you were both on the same level, maybe it was due to all the dirt, or maybe you were just dramatizing things. Either way, you couldn’t help the shiver that scuttled down your spine, hearing those ominous sounds behind you. 

Eventually, once you both broke through the forest and followed a path further down and around Mount Kamino—away from the village and anyone else living in the area—the rock and dirt of the ground gave way to sand and fine grass. You suppressed a grin and jogged up ahead, hands clutching at your bag straps, until you stood at the top of a small hill to gaze at the view before you. Bakugo crawled up behind you, his shadow casting itself over your smaller form like a blanket as he peered over your head.

“Tada!!” You wiggled your hands at the wide, shimmering lake that seemed to stretch on for miles in all directions. Its crystal blue waters reflected an equally blue sky dotted with cotton candy puffs of clouds. Thick trees surrounded it on all ends apart from the side you were on, which instead had a small, empty beach. “Welcome to Lake Might! Named it myself after a legendary swordsman. Not a lot of people know about it—I think I’m the only one from Yuuei who’s found it, so we’ll at least have privacy. I hope.” 

You swiveled your head to look at Bakugo over your shoulder as he gazed out at the lake, head turning this way and that to take everything in. He wasn’t grumbling or growling, so you took that as a good sign. “Let’s go closer,” you said as you stepped forward and slid down the hill until you got to the bottom. There was more sand here than grass, so your shoes sunk into the ground before you lifted up a foot to shake off some of the grains. 

You glanced only briefly behind you to watch Bakugo start his careful descent down the hill, then scurried closer to the water’s edge so you could lay out a spare blanket you’d packed into your bag. You plopped your bag on top of it to prevent it from slipping away with the breeze and shucked off your shoes. By the time you’d started wiggling your toes into the warm sand, Bakugo had caught up and stood a few feet away from the lake. 

He let out a huff of his caramel smoke and watched you once you’d stepped closer to dip your feet into the water. It was cool—a refreshing feeling that helped with the heat from the rising sun—and lapped around your ankles. You breathed in deeply, enjoying the earthy scent that surrounded you, then exhaled it all out with a happy sigh. You turned to look up at Bakugo, who was staring at you pointedly—you could practically see the question reflected in his eyes.

“I know you haven’t been in the best mood lately,” you told him gently. His chest rumbled a bit, but you ignored it. “So I thought a day at the lake might help. You could, I dunno, try to relieve some tension somehow. Relax a bit.” 

Bakugo puffed some smoke into your face and made another low rumble. He moved to stare back at the lake. You waved a hand around your face, then used the same hand to scratch at your head. You thought back to all the small moments you’d caught him in and brightened when you thought of something. “Oh! Like this!”

With that, you positioned yourself so that your legs were shoulder-width apart, your front facing the seemingly endless expanse of water before you. Your hands came up to cup themselves around your mouth, and you took in a deep, deep breath. 

Then, you let out the loudest scream you could muster. 

It seemed to come straight from your diaphragm and traveled almost creepily across the lake like the cry of a banshee. You screamed until you ran out of breath, your vocal chords straining with its pitch. Even after your voice eventually tapered off, you could still hear it echoing towards the trees on the other side of the body of water. You waited a few seconds until you could hear nothing but the distant calls of birds and swaying motion of the lakewater before you turned to peek at Bakugo. 

“Your turn.” You gave him a small grin once you saw he was looking at you in a way you would only describe as bewildered. Maybe even surprised. You made a gesture out towards the lake and stepped away slightly to give him more space. “Go crazy.”

He stared at you for a moment more, then let out a low grumble as he faced the crystalline waters and shifted closer so that it brushed against his front claws. You quietly observed him, the way he seemed to enjoy the cool breeze from the lake as it swirled by both of your forms. He took his time, but eventually, he seemed to cement his stance. His head and neck curved backwards like he was taking a deep breath of air, the powerful muscles of his shoulders tensing and coiling as his chest puffed out. His gold-dipped tail whipped around, the spikes along it bristling. 

Your eyes latched onto the white glow that started within his chest—not at the base of his neck, like last time, you noticed—and shined as bright as a twinkling star. He seemed to hold it there and before you could even register what was happening, his head snapped forward as his jaws opened to release a literal hurricane of brilliant tangerine flames. 

You let out a yelp and brought up an arm to shield your face, but even so, you could feel the wave of heat that washed over your exposed skin like the gentle waves of the lake against the small shore. Your hair blew back from the burst of fire that erupted from his mouth, eyes squinting to look at the mixing colors. It was so much stronger—so much more powerful—than what he had done to charcoal the meat you’d brought him. White mixed with flames of gold and blood orange that danced across the gleam of your corneas and roared in your ears. Your mouth dropped open when they reached out towards the middle of the lake—maybe even further. And you never felt so fucking tiny before in your life.

Bakugo stayed like that for what felt like hours—to the point where you wondered if he would ever run out of breath—but just as quickly as the fire had started, it stopped, disappearing with a snap of his jaw as it shut. You slowly lowered your arm, staring at the steam that wafted from the lake’s surface where the vortex of flames had been dispersed. What the hell?

You cleared your throat as you tried your best not to show how stunned you were. “Well! That seemed… cathartic. Very”—you paused for a second as you searched for the right word—“impressive.” He snorted out a puff of dark smoke as his eyes flicked over to you for just a second too long. Then, he stretched out his back and tail in a motion that kind of reminded you of a cat. You decided not to think about how easy it would’ve been for him to roast you to a crisp should he have deemed you a threat in the cave… or even food. The morbid thought of What if he had eaten you in the cave—would he have? dared to fester itself in your mind, but you pushed it down. The past was in the past—it was better to focus on the present. 

You stepped back from the water and headed over to your blanket so you could shimmy out of the loose shirt and pants you’d thrown on earlier. You fully intended to make use of this lake trip to go swimming for once—you never really had the time before. The swimwear you had on underneath your loose clothing exposed more skin than you were used to, but well, it wasn’t like there was anyone out here to really see. 

You tossed your regular clothes into your bag to prevent them from getting coated in sand, then waded back into the water. The temperature made you shiver as you walked in until you were submerged up to your waist, and you stood there for a bit so you could get accustomed to it. You could see a few fishes darting away from your significantly larger form as you turned around to see what Bakugo was up to. He was still lingering at the shore, slitted eyes focused on you as you gave him a wave. 

“Be mindful of your wounds if you’re gonna get in the water,” you called out. “They’re still tender.” He’d be fine so long as he didn’t do any complex motions, but still, you didn’t want to risk him tearing them open in the unsanitary waters. That would just dump even more problems onto you to deal with. 

You watched him contemplate entering the lake for a short moment, then decided to let him do as he pleased—you didn’t need to keep an eye on him all the time, after all. You ducked down into the water to swim around for a bit and observe the small plants that littered its sandy floor. You wondered if any of them had any special properties. It was certainly something to consider. 

It was relaxing, being able to spend a day at the quiet lake. You didn’t know how much you needed the stress relief until you found yourself unwinding the longer you swam back and forth. Bakugo seemed to enjoy it as well, from what you could tell. He was content to sit in the water—just enough that it covered his legs—and occasionally breathe out his bright flames in a direction opposite of where you were. Part of you was curious if it was a physiological thing for him to be able to release his fire—if doing so was a thing he needed to do or else he’d face repercussions from his own body. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, he looked at peace—much more so than he had ever been over the time you’d been with him—in such an open environment. 

Dragons and their freedom, you thought amusedly. 

At one point, you found yourself floating on your back somewhere near Bakugo, lingering in the shadow casted upon the lake by his larger body. You could hear the gentle swishing of his tail as it moved leisurely back and forth through the water. You raised your head up slightly so you could peer in the direction of his moving tail—it was somewhere to your right. Your eyes flicked over to see Bakugo staring out into the blue distance of the sky, lost. Daydreaming of better times, perhaps. He didn’t look particularly pleased anymore, a sight that made you frown—maybe you could try to distract him? It was worth a shot.

As quietly as you could, you ducked under the water and swam towards him, before you popped out close enough to his tail that you could reach out and grab it whenever it swished back in your direction. You took a minute to just stare at it—it kind of looked like an aqua basilisk, its back decorated with golden spikes that got smaller and smaller towards its tip. Your eyes traced the swirling noir and tangerine designs that covered his scales.

Eventually, you found yourself reaching out towards it—briefly glancing at Bakugo once more to see if he’d noticed (he hadn’t)—before you latched onto the spikes somewhere on the middle of this tail. Your hands were just able to wrap around them—they were warm, you noted, and oddly smooth—in time for his tail to swish away from you, pulling you along through the water like some kind of strange ride. 

Though, almost immediately, he stopped moving and turned his head around to shoot you an unwavering look—almost analytical, if you were reading him right. You gave him a sheepish smile, still holding onto his tail loosely. Well, now you had his attention. “You seem preoccupied. You okay?”  

Bakugo eyed you, the way you draped yourself over his tail, then let out a rumble before he started slowly moving it again. You held back a grin as he pulled and pushed you through the water—at least he wasn’t in such a foul mood that he wouldn’t entertain you. That had to be a good sign, right? 

After a while, though, he still appeared to be lost in thought and you ended up contemplating what else you could do to pull him out of the slight funk he was in. You had somewhat of an idea—one that would no doubtfully be detrimental for you, but fuck it. 

Before you could convince yourself to wuss out, you let go of the hold you had on his tail so you could duck back underneath the shimmering waters. You swam around him and popped out near his front, by his left leg, one of your hands wiping at the wetness on your face. He hadn’t noticed you, having turned his head around so he could look back at his tail once he’d felt that you’d let go. 

“Over here!” you called up at him, a small grin pulling at your lips when he moved to gaze down at you curiously. He chuffed out a column of hot air through his nose that you could just barely feel against your face from your position. You gestured at him to come closer, not really expecting him to follow through, but being pleasantly surprised nonetheless when he did lower his head so you could look into his left eye. His compliance almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do. 

A mischievous smirk was all the warning you gave him before you used all the strength you could muster in your hands to send a small wave of water splashing across his face—away, of course, from the gash by his right eye (you weren’t dumb—or maybe you were?). He recoiled immediately, water dripping down the vivid scales of his cheeks and chin as he raised his head up on instinct. His ruby eyes slitted down at you, your cheeky expression, and he let out a warning growl that you would have found intimidating had you still been trapped in the cave with him.

“Aw, don’t look at me like that you kn— WAASHFS!!”

He retaliated faster than you could keep up with, his left wing reaching down to casually swipe through the water and send a literal wave crashing into your form facefirst. You fell back dramatically, the water muffling your ears and stinging at your eyes as you were body-checked into submergence. 

You resurfaced with a gasp, spluttering slightly as you swiped away the hair plastered to your face so you could shoot him the stink eye. Bakugo only made a sound you would describe as a grating laugh—raspy, unpleasant, yet oddly… humorous?—that practically sawed at your eardrums. Glancing up at his face graced you with the upwards curve of his mouth and general air of arrogance that he practically exuded in mockery of your feeble splashing attempt. Oh it was on.

You’d started this war knowing there was no way you’d be able to win it. But by god you were going to try.

After what felt like hours of you doing your best to hold your own in a clearly one-sided battle, you called for a truce and pulled yourself out of the lake. Rivulets of water streamed down your body as you beelined for your blanket so you could pull out the towel you’d packed into your bag and wrap it around your shoulders. You worked on patting yourself down, glancing up momentarily when you heard Bakugo get up from his position in the lake to trail after you. 

Tiny waterfalls ran down the sides of his torso and from the top of his wings as he lumbered steadily back onto land. He shook himself off, his tail flicking drops of water off to the side. You thought he was going to stop somewhere near you, but he ended up completely bypassing your form to head over to a large tree off to the side of the small beach. You watched him curiously, your eyes lingering on the large footprints he made in the sand, but it seemed all he wanted to do was lounge in the shade the tree’s canopy provided. 

You mulled it over for a second, then shrugged and reached down to gather up all your belongings before you jogged after him. He’d already settled on a patch of cool grass near the trunk of the tree, his legs curled underneath his body as he positioned himself so he could still stare out at the lake. You wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to take a little nap—the warmth of the air and slight fatigue of swimming around was starting to make you feel a bit drowsy as well. 

You were grateful that there was more grass under the tree than sand, but you still ended up laying out your blanket so you could rest upon it. You didn’t think wet skin pressed to dry grass would make for the most comfortable experience. Bakugo only spared you a brief glance when you plopped yourself next to his front legs and set your bag and shoes off to the side. You worked on drying your hair with your towel, enjoying the light breeze that slipped through the air and the way the lake glistened as though its waters were made of jewels. 

At one point you heard your stomach let out a faint rumble, so you rifled around in your bag for a snack that you’d packed earlier. As you did, your fingers brushed against something flat and hard—you ended up pulling out a familiar black book with a phoenix etched on its cover. You’d nearly forgotten that you’d stowed it away in your bag. It’d been sitting in there for ages. 

You let out a short hum, grabbed your snack, and closed your bag so you could use it as a pillow as you lay down. Your fingers ran delicately over the soft, silver brushstrokes the phoenix was made of, before you finally cracked the book open to a random page to start skimming its contents. 

The fae, merpeople, witches, basilisks… You flipped on and on until you eventually landed on the page you were looking for—dragons. There wasn’t much compared to the other mythicals. You read the inky words with interest, recognizing some of the information from when you’d read the little book the day you’d purchased it. 

Dragons were noble, intelligent creatures with magic so robust it was almost unfathomable. Most of this power came from gems unique to each individual dragon. These gems were either hidden or displayed on the dragon’s body somewhere, or stored somewhere safe—a place only the dragon was privy to. The author speculated this could be a hoard of sorts or a safe space, maybe even their home. No wonder hunters went after them—to hold a dragon’s gem in one’s hands meant holding the power to destroy countless villages—kingdoms, even. It would make anyone succumb to greed. You suppressed a shiver, not so subtly eyeing Bakugo from the side of your book. He’d rested his head on the ground and appeared to be dozing, if the gentle snores coming from him were any indication. You returned to your book.

The dragons, as you knew, lived in the mountainous regions to the north—areas reachable only by beings capable of flight. At least, at the time of completion of the book. Which made you wonder just how long ago it had been written. You flipped to the front page to check for a publication date and raised an eyebrow at the year: nearly a century ago. You wondered if any information was outdated or unaccounted for. Probably. You flipped back to the page you’d been on.

Dragons, you read, live in a sort of hierarchical society—evident by the kingdom they stay in. At the top are the golden-scaled, indicative of royal status, with the king himself adorned with black and tangerine markings along his body. 

Wait a second— gold?! Markings?!

Your eyes snapped up to stare at Bakugo, with his scales that reminded you of the heavy coins used in the capital, and inky designs that covered him from head to tail. He slumbered on, blissfully unaware of your encroaching shock. Your jaw dropped open. 

No fucking way were you dealing with the literal king of dragons. No way. What were the odds that you’d find him in a random cave? That he would even leave his kingdom? That he would— that he would get so injured that he couldn’t even fly? Finding a dragon in general was unheard of, but for him to be the king?! Were you dreaming?!

“Holy shit,” you whispered in disbelief, one of your hands smoothing at your slightly wet hair. This… kind of explained a lot actually. Was that why he often looked frustrated or distant? Why he looked longingly at the cotton-ball puffs of clouds in the sky? You’d just chalked it up to him being unable to fly or something, but what if there’d been more to it all this time? Shit, you’d be prickly too if you were the ruler of an entire kingdom and suddenly found yourself miles and miles away from home.

But— this book was pretty old. Who said any of this information was still true? You bit your lower lip, unsure what to believe. Part of you wanted to accept it, but the other part just wanted to ignore it in the hopes that it would stave off the awkwardness and embarrassment of all those times you’d rambled about nonsense to royalty. You literally incited a stupid splash war with him earlier—talk about humiliating! 

Those two parts duked it out for a few more moments before you decided to just let it all go. This was something you could deal with later, when you were sure you’d gotten over the bizarreness of it all. You pushed everything away and practically forced yourself to get back to reading. 

Preferred food, fire-induced magic, customs and traditions, body temperature… You found yourself getting absorbed once more in the little mythicals book, lost within its pages as the sun crawled across the sky.

And when Bakugo woke up from his nap and blinked at you sleepily, all you did was offer him a small smile. 

You dedicated more and more time to healing his wings. 

Day in and day out you would put all your focus, your strength, into getting those pesky wounds on his wings to disappear. It was tedious, it was draining, of course it was. But you couldn’t let him suffer like this for much longer—couldn’t let him be confined to the ground when he was meant to be amongst the clouds, the stars. Especially with what you now (possibly) knew about him. 

So you worked, and you healed, and you worked some more. You woke up early, went to bed late. You stopped having long conversations whenever you were in the village. You put your garden on hold. You ran yourself down to the Earth. 

And after what felt like weeks—months, even—of constant healing, your determination, your lassitude, finally paid off. 

“Anndd… done!” You smiled as you stepped away from his left wing, one of your hands wiping at the perspiration that’d beaded up on your forehead. Faint, jagged scars were all that remained of the viscous tears that had previously marred the thin, leathery skin. You couldn’t help but to look at them rather proudly. 

Bakugo raised his head to look at you, his wings twitching occasionally as the muscles on his back flexed. You made eye contact with him. “Okay, even though your wings are fully healed, you still need to be care—” 

You didn’t even get to finish your little lecture. As soon as the words had left your mouth, his wings had shot out to give a massive flap that generated enough wind to send leaves, dust, and bits of grass up into the air. You yelped as your hair whipped around with the force of his motions, your hands moving up to shield your face. You stumbled backwards and did your best to squint at him—the wicked grin that bared his sharp teeth, the eagerness with which he tested out his capabilities. 

The trees surrounding the clearing rustled and swayed as Bakugo gave a few more experimental flaps before he eventually boosted himself up into the air with an extra jump from his tensed legs. He nearly knocked you over, but you cemented yourself to the ground just to be able to watch him rapidly soar up, and up, and up—through the endless blue that stretched way beyond your reach.

A stupid little smile splayed itself across your lips when you heard him let out an exuberant roar that echoed down to the Earth, his wings and body glittering like the sun itself. He really was a sight for sore eyes, you mused to yourself, one of your hands hovering above your forehead as you squinted at him. He looked like he was having fun, soaring about, doing deep dives and impressive spins. He was free, unlimited in where he could go. And well… you were here confined to the ground, forced to watch him do things you could never even dream of accomplishing.

You let out a sigh that got lost in the openness of the clearing, quiet and wistful.

Bakugo spent quite a while just flying around, but eventually he returned to the clearing—to you, sitting under the shade of a tree as you waited for him. You got up just as he landed on the ground with a resounding thump—one that you felt in your knees and nearly made you stumble backwards. 

You brushed your clothes off and wandered closer to him as he let out a chuff and stretched his back in a self-satisfied way. “Yes, yes, being able to fly again must be great,” you told him cheerily, stopping somewhere near his front so you could look at his face. He peered down at you with a snort. “But, as I was trying to tell you before, you need to be careful of your other wounds. I put them on hold so that I could focus on your wings, so they’re not in the best condition. You’ll need to stick around so I can tend to them.” You gestured at him to sit down. “Let me check how they’re doing.” 

He made a little rumble but did as told, settling down on the grass with his legs tucked beneath him. You hummed to yourself as you skittered around him to poke and prod at his other wounds. They hadn’t been torn open, thankfully, and didn’t seem to be swollen or tender. No erythema either, from what you could see. Good, that was good. 

“Looks great!” You gave him a thumbs up once you were done checking the gash on his face. He rumbled at you again as he raised his head. “I’ll work on them later. Finishing your wings took quite a bit out of me.” You stepped away with the intention of heading back to your cottage for some rest, but Bakugo wasn’t done with you just yet. He made a sound that had you pausing, one of your eyebrows raising at him questioningly. “Hm?”

For a moment he seemed to dawdle, his gaze flicking away from you almost like he was… Well, embarrassed wasn’t the word, exactly. Nor was it nervous. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. But before you could ruminate on it even more, he turned his head to look pointedly at his wings as he gave them a small flap. Then, he looked back at you, making direct eye contact, and sunk his head down in a little bow. 

“Oh!” You blinked at him in surprise, then felt a warmth spread itself across your chest and into your heart. You gave him a wide smile when he raised his head again, shy. “Well, you’re very welcome!” 

Bakugo started flying around the mountain and village more often, now that he was finally able to. His mood took a turn for the better (thank god, you thought to yourself) and you saw that he was not quite as prone to frustration or anger as he was before. He still had his moments, though, when he thought you weren’t around, but at least he wasn’t snappy at you. 

A part of you wondered if he would leave—he could fly back to his kingdom now, couldn’t he? He wasn’t obligated to stay, after all, and surely as king he would have resources to better treat his injuries. But no, he still stuck around, and you tried desperately to ignore how happy that made you feel. 

Having him as company was nice, of course, but you wondered if it was a good idea for him to be flying around so freely—it would only draw unwanted attention. You couldn’t exactly tell him to stop flying, though. You wouldn’t do that to him, and you didn’t think he would listen to you anyways. Besides, at least he was healed enough to handle himself should trouble come poking around at the prospect of a dragon hanging around Mount Kamino.

It didn’t stop the slight unease you felt when you wandered into Yuuei for the day only to see people whispering to each other, their gazes flickering up to the sky from time to time as though they would find something there other than clouds and birds. You eavesdropped on a few conversations as you did your rounds (“Gold, too! Didn’t know they came in that color!”), then eventually made your way to a familiar pub to see what kind of gossip Denki had learned about. 

Only, when you pushed open the doors to his pub, you saw an unfamiliar figure at the bar chatting with your friend. 

“Oh! Hey!” Denki called out your name over the stranger’s shoulder as you walked over and leaned against the bartop with a smile. “You’re here early. Want your usual?” 

“Yep.” You nodded and he started bustling around to make you your drink. You turned to face the stranger. ”Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. What’s your name?”  

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro!” The red-haired man introduced himself with a blinding, sharp-toothed grin that turned a bit sheepish after a moment. “S’that obvious I’m not from here, huh? What gave it away?” he joked as he gestured down to his clearly foreign clothing: leathery-looking dark pants paired with thick boots, a thin shirt that he wore unbuttoned and displayed the smooth planes of his chest. Your eyes caught onto a black marking near his heart—it looked like some kind of tattoo, though you couldn’t quite make it out with his shirt covering most of it. Something with the sun, maybe. He was quite large and certainly strong if the way his shirt tightened around his thick arms were any indication. 

“The hair,” you joked back, pointing at the spiky mess atop his head. He let out a bright laugh and ran one of his thick hands through said hair. “That and I practically know everyone in the village. Resident healer, at your service.” You gave him a silly little bow. 

“Oh!” He blinked at you and leaned forward eagerly. “In that case, maybe you can help me! I’m lookin’ for a buddy of mine. About this high”—he lifted up a hand to somewhere just a bit shorter than him—”with ash-blond hair that looks like an explosion and red eyes like mine. Curses like a pirate and has these tattoos all along his arms and shoulders. He’s been missin’ for… a long time, now. I’ve been passin’ through villages asking if anyone’s seen him. Maybe you’ve… healed him?” He had a slight grimace on his face at the idea that his friend was injured. 

You tapped a finger on your chin as you raked through your brain, but eventually shook your head sadly. “No, don’t think I’ve seen him, sorry.”

“Aw”—his shoulders slumped—”thanks anyways. Guess I’ll have to keep searching.”

“Enough about that— no offense, Kirishima,” Denki suddenly butted back in, nearly slamming your drink and pastry down on the bar in front of you. Kirishima held up his hands in a none taken gesture. “I wanna talk about the fucking dragon everyone’s been gossiping about.” 

At that, Kirishima perked up suddenly, intrigue glistening in his ruby eyes. “Wait— dragon?” 

Denki turned to give him an odd look. “You mean you haven’t heard?? Or like, even seen it?! It’s so hard to miss, flying around Mount Kamino and stuff.”

“To be fair, he is just passing through,” you told Denki before you took a sip of your drink. 

“What does the dragon look like?” Kirishima asked curiously, his eyes darting between you and Denki. 

“Gold,” you replied before Denki could. “With black markings.” 

Denki gave you an odd look. “How the hell were you able to see that? I just heard that it’s gold.” 

You shrugged and took a bite of your pastry to avoid looking at either of them. You still didn’t think it would be a good idea to bring up the fact that you’d been healing said dragon all this time. “I spend a lot of time on Kamino.” And that was all you said on the matter. Denki looked like he wanted to press you for more, but Kirishima beat him to the punch. 

“Where is Mount Kamino?” he asked you, his eyes locked on your face with a surprising amount of calculative intensity. You only pointed to one of the pub’s windows that had a view of the mountain beyond it. Kirishima wandered over to the window to peer through it, then turned around with a steadfast gleam to his eyes. 

“Thanks for everything, guys. I’m gonna take my leave! Have a good one!” he called out as he beelined right for the door, barely catching the confused farewells you and Denki returned to him. The two of you stood there staring at the pub’s exit for a moment. You hoped he wasn’t a hunter or anything—it was pretty obvious where he was heading. But well, you hadn’t seen any weapons on him, so you supposed he was fine. Hopefully. 

Denki was the first to break the silence. “You think I’ll get more business if I started selling dragon-shaped cookies?” You snorted and rolled your eyes.

A few days later, you were steadily picking your way through the forest to the clearing that held Bakugo when you heard a strange rustling. You paused, eyes wide as you looked around carefully. It wasn’t unusual for you to hear the odd sound or see the occasional wild animal while you were wandering around. But this didn’t sound like an animal. If you listened close enough, you could hear soft footsteps. The fact that it was so close to where Bakugo was put you a bit on edge—what if it was someone who’d gotten a bit too curious in light of recent village news? 

You stood there, simply listening. You didn’t see anything out of the ordinary as you peered in the direction of the rustling, only trees and overgrown shrubs. The sound eventually faded away into the distance—opposite of the direction you were headed in. You let out a sigh of relief. It was probably an animal, you reassured yourself as you continued to where Bakugo was impatiently waiting for you. You forgot about it soon enough.

And when you offhandedly mentioned to Denki, some time later, that you hadn’t seen Kirishima around after your first meeting with him, he responded with: “Oh, yeah! He left a bit ago. Said he found his pal and went back home without him or something. Didn’t really tell me the details.” 

part three

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