#but fucking barbarian Bakugou is standing right in front of you

[kingkatsuki]

Imagine you’re an archeologist in the future going through these ancient civilisations and trying to discover the history of Pro-Heroes who fought AFO and saved the world centuries ago. Paving the way for new generations and civilisations to continue on, and build over the megaliths and ruins of the old city of Musutafu.

Most people think it’s just stories that people share with their kids about how Pro-Hero Deku and Dynamight saved the world and became the worlds greatest heroes, a fun myth that weaves into the real history. But you believe it to be true, and that’s why you’re currently excavating in some of the forgotten ruins of Musutafu.

But what you don’t expect is to find the marked grave of the once powerful hero Dynamight, who was nothing more than a story until you were in front of his epitaph. And as you read the inscription seared into the wall, you definitely don’t expect him to wake up—

#literally how sick would it be being dicked down by a superhero thousands of years old??? #good sick not ew sick maybe bad choice of words #unless you’re into ew sick I’m not judging #he’d be so strong and powerful and massive big beeg beef huge collossal #and his dick would be huge too wahhhh #and maybe no one believes you because there are mentioned dragons and shit #and obviously dragons aren’t real #but fucking barbarian Bakugou is standing right in front of you #how can they not believe you now???

[firein-thesky]

oh oh cielo !! 🥺 can i be so predictable and request a bakugou monster drabble ? akthrhejqk monster is up to you tho dear !!! kissa you 😌🦇✨️

willow!! of course you can request a lil bakugou monster drabble!! and since you gave me dealers choice on monster…..i am actually going to do….vampire!reader with bakugou…..a lil taste of blasty boy…..

i hope you enjoy!! kissa you back 😘💕

cw: blood, vampire feeding

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“I’m not scared.” Katsuki snaps at you. His shoulders are tense, though, and you can hear the irregular jump of his heart. You can see the color in his cheeks, too.

“I didn’t say you were.” You counter, quirking a brow.

“Then—just fucking—do it.”

Your smile is an amused curl; a cat that has got its angry, little canary.

“Easy, tiger.” You respond, “I’m not a barbarian. I don’t want to—“

You search for the right words, humming.

“Make a mess of you.”

Katsuki swallows hard, eyes as red as a rose, flickering up to your face.

“You’re dragging this out.” He accuses.

“I’m trying to be considerate.” You counter, stepping towards him. You step up in front of him, towering over him so that he has to tip his head up to look at you. It exposes the column of his throat. He spreads his legs a little, just fractionally, but you take that as invitation; you stand between his knees and gaze down at him.

(And really, he just thinks you’re playing with your food.)

“It’s fine,” he grunts, leaning back, “just—quit taking so long.”

You tsk, “and here I thought I’d be the impatient one. You’d think you’re the one who hasn’t eaten in days.”

“Keep wasting time and I’ll retract my agreement to this.” He snaps.

You sigh, but finally bring your knee up to settle on the couch outside of his own leg.

And just like that, you’re straddling his waist.

His hands hover, uncertain for a moment.

Oh, his poor heart.

You can hear it jump and pump and gush, quickening, tempo rising. Your mouth waters.

You touch his jaw delicately.

His hands settle tentatively on the flare of your waist.

You tip forward, eager, suddenly starving when you catch the river of a vein in his throat. Your nose nudges gently at his jaw, down to his neck. You try to control yourself. His hands squeeze uncertainly at your waist.

“Hold still for me?” You murmur.

He inhales sharply, in hot pain, when your teeth bare down on the tender line of his throat.

You groan.

His hands grasp at you, bruising, and tight. You think he can’t decide if he’s trying to get away or nearer to you.

He thrashes a little, contrary to your request, and you press harder into his shoulders. You urge him to sink back into the couch—it should only be another moment before—

His muscles, large and threatening, suddenly slacken.

His head lolls backwards a little and you catch it carefully. Cradle it like a babe.

Blood is warm and heady on your tongue.

You detach yourself only to look at his face for a moment. His eyes are dilated and hazy, heavy-lidded. Such a strong and stubborn man, such an uptight and difficult man, now soothed. Now putty in your hands.

“There,” you praise, “just lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you now.”

And this time, when you latch onto his neck, it’s his hand, broad and warm, that comes up to cradle your skull.

To hold you in place.

Your smile curves against his bloodied skin.

A cat that’s caught its canary.

***

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[pinkykats-place]

Mermaid AU🧜 mer deku x human baku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

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Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content - read tags.

Art not mine - artist thegirlinthefandom.SG

Note: If you read any of these works and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Something Fishy by 9oz

Summary: Midoriya, a mermaid, ends up on barbarian pirate captain Bakugo's ship and it's not good news (yet).

Complete | 8 Chapters | Mature

Out of these Waters by awkwardtypeos

Summary: (Little Mermaid AU - with a twist)

Izuku realizes that not only did he just fall out of love at that exact moment, but he also realizes that Katsuki Bakugo is the biggest asshole he’s ever met in his entire life. He sold his soul to a sea witch to be with the world’s worst human being. He’s too furious to be sad - so Izuku stands up on his painful legs and slugs Bakugo right in the jaw, hard, and watches him scramble backward clutching at his face, spitting out more curses than Izuku knew to exist in the human language.

Complete | 16 Chapters

Rated - Mature

If the stars could sing by Evilkat23

Summary: There in front of Aizawa was an aquarium the size of the wall, which, given how big and long these walls were, was impressive. The aquarium was back lit by a soft blue back light and fake background of the ocean. Yet, there weren't any fish in this aquarium…

Well…

There was one. Kinda.

There in the aquarium was a mer…boy?

Abandoned | 7 Chapters | Mature

Of Love, Scales, & Fins by orphan_account

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou is doing what he can to rise up in the ranks as a criminal, even if it is wasn't his first choice in life. Of course, he made the mistake of messing with the Shie Hassaikai clan, which landed him in the river to swim with the fishes.

Or, at least that's what he thought. The last thing he remembers before waking on the riverbank is a beautiful face & a soft kiss.

Then, the same man, whom he thought was just a figment of his imagination, shows up at his door, naked aside from his neighbor's garments & telling Katsuki that he's a member of the merfolk! What the fuck?

Complete | 16 Chapters | NSFW

Wish by Darkshadow

Summary: Eight year old Katsuki goes to the beach only to spot the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, can he convince the merman to stay by his side even through times of struggle.

One Shot | Mature Themes | No Smut

I Am No Fisherman's Slave by DanaEliza

Summary: After many failed attempts, captain Bakugo has set sail for an island that mostly certainly has mermaids. A species he has been looking for, for years. But what if instead of finding a mermaid, one has already found them?

7/? Chapters | NSFW

Last Updated Feb 2021

Home is Where the Heart Is by RoboticSpaceCase

Summary: Tricked into working under a strange man as a “treasure hunter”, Katsuki Bakugou finds himself out on a boat, trolling the waters for something interesting. When he accidentally catches a mermaid, Bakugou knows he’s found his way out of his boring job and all of his debt. All he had to do was make it back to shore.

12/18 Chapters | NSFW

Last Updated 2020

Life Amongst The Waves by Skelekitty

Summary: Izuku and Bakugou met as children. Izuku got caught in the currents during a storm out at sea and ended up being washed ashore on a beach. It just so happened that Bakugou was out for a walk early that morning and found him unconscious. He helped Izuku and got him back in the water.

After that they met often in a secret cave to escape the eyes of others around, this went on for a few months, but one day Bakugou stopped coming.

Incomplete | 7/? Chapters | SFW

Last Updated 2019

When you hold me by Serah_chan

Summary: It’s another oil spill, Katsuki’s told. Rescue and containment operatives have been mobilized to save as much life and hold off the growing blotch of sticky death spilling into the bay. Katsuki’s unit gets sent out on boats to set up oil boons. He’s just finished and is getting ready to go switch to life rescue when he spots something hits his small boat. What the fuck? He thinks just before there’s another thud. He rushes to the side to take a look, aware it may be an animal in peril... what he finds instead is an oil slick covered hand reaching out, pressed against the side of the hull.

Complete | 24 Chapters

A Sea of Green and Red by TriforceAngel

Summary: Pirates are terrible, ruthless, taking and hurting others for anything that they want. Or are they?

Taken from his home and his loved one's Izuku must find a way to get back home beneath the waves. Will he have the help to do so? Or will he change his mind to pursue something he had never experienced before?

WIP | 19/? Chapters | mature content

Last Updated April 2024

At An Ocean's Divide by that_enby_nerd

Summary: An AU in which Midoriya is a merman living near the kingdom of the Bakugo family, and a forbidden connection forms between the prince and a knight of the sea.

Incomplete | 12/? CH | Mature

Last Updated May 2022

Series: Pirates and Sirens by BluGemRising

2 Works

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[strawbxrryneptune]

I was so mad cause Tumblr deleted this when I was about to post it but I'm glad it did cause I have an even better idea

May I present... Dragon!Kirishima x Dragon!Bakugou with spoiled princess reader

@miggiisdumb this is for you bby

Masterlist

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Being a princess had its perks. You could have virtually anything you wanted, which was fun, but then everyone thought you were spoiled. A brat.

They weren't wrong, but you wanted them to fear you.

You wanted to be respected, and what better way to do that then take in two wild, feral dragons?

Bakugou and Kirishima, two barbarians from the dragon kingdom, captured and brought to you as a symbol of their faith in you.

They were muzzled and drooling when they met you, smelling the sweet smell between your legs at the sight of them, the scent of you so strong Kirishima fell to his knees, drool pooling on the floor as he panted harshly, clawing at Bakugou’s legs in need.

He couldn't ever look you in the eye, always trained on your pretty tits, amplified by the tight corset, or even the space between your covered thighs, nose twitching when he got near you, bulge straining in his pants a clear indicator of how bad he wanted you, even though he acted shy.

Bakugou, on the over hand, was more forward. He kept you locked in gaze throughout the day, often putting you in your place when you got too snappy with him.

Technically they were your body guards now, so when you got on the blondes nerves, there was no one to stop him from mounting you, the old guards only able to stand and watch unless they wanted to be mauled to death.

He would have you face down, ass up, hips grinding into your ass while he snarls, spewing filth out of his mouth.

"You act so high and mighty but you're just another slut."

"Be fuckin happy I got this shit on my face, Brat"

"M' gonna dump so much fuckin cum in you you won't be able to breath without feelin my pups. Gonna stuff you so full and have Kiri eat it outta ya, ain't that right, mutt?"

At that, Kirishima lifts his eyes from where they were staring at your legs, drool dribbling down his chin and pants straining against his hard on.

"B-breed."

Bakugou grins wildly, pushing your dress up and moving slightly over, crooking his finger to Kirishima in a come here motion.

"Smell her, Mutt. She's fuckin aching for it."

Kirishima immediately scrambles forward, growls of excitement quickly turning to whimpers when the muzzle restricts him from pressing his face into your cunt.

You yelp as Bakugou grips the back of your neck amd drags your head back, snarling into your ear to unlock the traps so we can get a taste of you.

You reach back a shaky hand to grab the key from your pocket, Bakugoy snatching it and unlocking himself and Kirishima.

As soon as the red head is free, he lunges for you, but Bakugou grabs his left horn and tugs him up to his mouth, canines grazing Kirishmas ear.

"You don't move until I tell you to move, Dragon."

Kirishima bares his teeth at him, but quickly turns his neck in submission when Bakugou reveals rows of sharp teeth, a heavy growl coming from the blondes throat as he nips at the other males throat.

He pushes Kirishimas head roughly into your cunt, making him groan as he pushes his rough tongue inside you, your back arching at the feeling.

"So good. Good-breed-"

You cut off Kirishimas rambling with a sharp moan as his teeth graze your clit, tongue soothing the throbbing bud as he laps at it, thick fingers reaching up to plunge into you.

You start to foggily wonder where Bakugou went, but then you look up and see him in front of you, cock standing tall.

Its so pretty, thick with bulging veins running along it and ridges, the fattest part of it the base, and the tip, which are swollen and pink. It reaches slightly past his belly button and you wonder if he'll tear your throat apart.

He grabs the base of it, squeezing gently as he inches forward, and you open your mouth to take him in when you notice his balls.

They're so fat and heavy that you have a sudden and intense urge to take them in your mouth, give him some release cause you know he must he aching.

You weren't wrong.

The thing about Bakugou was that since he had such a big cock, it was hard to find someone to take it.

What made it worse was that back at home, he was a barbarian. No woman was willing to even look at him, let alone sleep with him. Kirishima was lucky, because yes, his dick was also huge, but he was on the nicer side and most woman didn't know or even think he was a barbarian. Few females could handle him, but at the end of the day he got to empty his heavy balls at least twice a week.

Bakugou hadn't cum in ages, never really having time to jerk off, spending most of his time pillaging and making deals.

So when the thick head of his cock pushed at your lips, but you ducked down and sucked at the bottom part of his balls instead, he let out a punched gasp, his hand tightening around his meaty cock and hips twitching forward in ecstasy.

You didn't know how sensitive he was, especially down there. He could already feel himself hurtling towards his high, cheeks red and head thrown back as he lets out the filthiest moans you've ever heard, thighs trembling around your head as he jerks his knot off rapidly, chest heaving.

You manage to wrap your lips around a good amount of him, sucking and moaning while your hand travels up, rubbing over his swollen tip and popping off his balls to give his knot a suck too, laving your tongue over the swollen skin and whimpering when he almost collapses, hands grabbing your head and pushing it back towards his ball, snarling about how hes too sensitive.

You, of course, don't listen, and push back against him to put his cock fully in your mouth, when you feel Kirishima behind you run something along your slit. You start to wonder if he was going to go back to eating you out, cause you knew you were creaming all over your thighs, overwhelmed from how hot it was sucking Bakugou off.

You were so close to the edge, you could cum just from a couple licks to your clit.

You feel something thick start to breach you, pausing in your quest to get Bakugous knot back in your mouth as you realize Kirishima is putting his dick inside you.

Bakugou realizes it at the same time, leaning over to bite into Kirishimas neck as a warning, but just as he sinks his teeth into the sweaty flesh, Kirishimas fat tip pops into you, stretching you so obscenely you cum, hard, careening forward and gagging on Bakugous dick, moaning around the top of his knot and making him whimper into the red heads throat, his knot swelling and dumping loads of cum into you, spilling out around the corners of your mouth and dripping onto his twitching balls.

Kirishima gasps at the feeling of you cumming around his dick coupled with Bakugous teeth on his throat, his eyes rolling back as he cums as well, filling you up to the brim and then some.

Bakugou reaches a shaky hand down and scoop his come from your mouth, licking his hands to taste himself as Kirishima does the same, and you almost cum as they lean forward and lick into each others mouth, hips rutting into your mouth and cunt sub consciously as they make out.

Fuck, you loved being a princess.

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[astrohae]

A Dragon’s Greed

pls don’t yell at me about my unfinished series. im trying. take this instead.

dragon king!bakugou X courtesan!reader 

gnc reader as per the usual

Focus. You scold yourself. You're here to entertain, not to wordlessly flirt with the princess's fiance. But what can you say? You've always had a type, and barbarian warlords fell right into your favorite category. The fact that he seemed utterly entranced by you, well that wasn't your fault. Every time you turned your head over your shoulder, you caught his eyes over your half veil and he never looked away, not even for a moment.

The princess didn't seem happy about this, sat next to the king, and huffing when her attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Serves her right for always bullying you and being such a spoiled brat.

Though, to be honest you wouldn't wish marriage to Bakugou Katsuki, the King of Dragons, merciless warlord, upon anyone.

Sure he was attractive and rich, and powerful, but you'd heard horror stories of what he had done on the battlefield.

When Bakugou started looking to new lands to conquer, you country's king had offered up his daughter like a sacrificial lamb to the barbarian in order to forge a treaty and protect his people through political marriage. King Bakugou's sexual conquests were nearly as infamous as his military ones, but he had never married or officially named a consort. The princess would be the first.

The king had sent a huge wedding procession of gifts and treasures to the high court of the Badlands, and along with it the most talented entertainers and artisans they had to offer. As the most talented dancing courtesan in the capital you had no choice but to travel with the caravan, so here you were. Performing a sword dance for a bloodthirsty king who kept looking at you as if you were a meal. It was an ego boost for sure but you were also scared.

When your performance came to a close, you bowed and quickly escaped when the princess had successfully stolen Katsuki's attention. Your face was burning under your veil and you fanned yourself in the cool stone hallway to calm down. You were hoping that the king would forget about you after a few more performers. but you hadn't even been out of the main hall two minutes when a servant came to fetch you.

"His highness requests your presence."

Your blood ran cold and your gulped. Oh gods, you had offended him hadn't you? He was going to kill you, probably behead you right there in the middle of the banquet himself-

You were thinking yourself into a panic when you returned to the banquet hall, eyes downcast now. You bowed, kneeling on the ground and hands clasped in front of your bare midriff.

Faintly you heard a scoff, and then the music stopped. You felt yourself go even more still, eyes darting around to see what happened. Unable to tell, you lifted your head slightly to see the king sauntering his way towards you. He had stepped directly over the table, spilling wine all over the princess in the process.

You quickly bowed your head again and tried not to hyperventilate. You didn't want to pass out now.

Two surprisingly clean leather boots entered your vision and on instinct, you looked up. King Bakugou was even more attractive up close, obviously built for battle with strong chords of muscle littered with scars, a sharp jawline and a head of unruly blonde hair.

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"No, your majesty." you squeak and quickly look back down.

Bakugou crouches to be level with your and grips your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his scarlet gaze.

"Did I say you could look away?" he grumbles this time.

"No, your majesty." You feel conflicted, unsure if he’d be more offended if you averted your eyes or just kept looking at him.

His eyes rake over your body again before coming back to yours.

"What's your name, pretty thing?"

"Y/N. I'm a dancer in my king's court." you answer, praying your voice doesn't sound as shaky as you feel.

He doesn't say anything but lets your chin go and rises to his feet. You rub the bottom half of your face, thinking it might just bruise. Bakugou isn't done with you, though and grabs your wrist, hauling you up from the floor. "What-?" you start to ask but a red-eyed glare has you clamping your mouth shut. The barbarian king drags you with him, right up to the high table. He lifts you over the table as if you weigh nothing, and sits you down on his lap. Right next to the princess. The banquet hall continued to steep in silence until Bakugou looked up.

"Fuck are you all looking at? Get on with the feast!" he yelled, and the music and chatter started back up.

"Your majesty, shouldn't worry with commoners-" she starts and Bakugou growls, actually growls so menacingly, you feel your own blood run cold.

"If I wanted your dumbass fucking opinion, I'd ask for it. Shut the fuck up."

Once he was sure the princess was properly cowed he turned his attention back on you. The arm wrapped around your waist holding you against his was warm against your bare skin.

"Pour me some wine." He commanded and your started before shakily lifting the pitcher and pouring some into his goblet. You hadn't it off to him carefully, and he quickly knocked it back before signaling for you to pour another.

"Most king's with a lick of sense wouldn't let a treasure like you out of their sight, so what are you doing in my court?" Bakugou asks.

"His Majesty decreed that the most talented entertainers accompany Her Highness to Your Majesty's court, for you entertainment and pleasure." you answer, handing off the refilled goblet.

Bakugou snorts at your measured and obviously practiced response. You night have heard him mutter 'toothless old bastard' under his breath, but you can't be sure.

"Give me a strawberry.", he gestures at the plate of fruit no six inches from him and you barely manage not to roll your eyes. Warlord or not, royals will always be royals, you think and pick up one of the berries.

The dragon king open his mouth and allows you to place the fruit on his tongue before biting into it. His ruby red eyes don't leave yours for a second, gripping your wrist when your try to pull away. Some juice trickles down your hand, and without breaking eye contact, Bakugou laves his tongue over your skin licking up the trail of red. He eats the rest of the berry, lips catching on your fingers before the lets your hand go in favor of picking up his wine goblet again.

"My entertainment and pleasure huh? I'm entertained, but I don't know about pleased..." he says, smirking into his goblet.

"Is there anything I can do for Your Majesty?" you manage to ask, brain still reeling from the whole thing with the strawberry.

And you walk right into his trap.

"Yeah, I can think of something..." he starts before leaning closer to you.

His hat breath fans against your neck for a moment, letting your get squirmy and nervous before continuing.

"Fucking you until you cry all that pretty makeup off... Then I'd be real fucking pleased." he says with a predatory smile spreading across his face.

You squeak, face heating under your veil as you try to formulate a response. You have no idea if the princess heard but if she did-

"Y-your majesty, I don't think-" you start but Bakugou cuts you off by grinding his hips up into yours.

"Good thing you don't need to think to take my cock." he muses.

The princess, appears to have reached her limit of watching her fiance flirt with someone else right in front of her.

"Your Majesty! I understand that this is a political marriage but I will not sit here and be humiliated and witch you proposition a commoner in front of me!" she exclaims.

You're a little surprised at her outburst considering the environment, but you guessed everyone had limits.

All chatter and music in the hall ceased for the second time that night. Bakugou pulled his face out of your neck to glare at the princess.

"You can fuck off for all I care. Your side wanted the fucking treaty, I don't have a problem with saddling up and burning your shitty country to the ground tonight." Bakugou stated, his anger growing with each word.

"King Bakugou those words could be taken as an act of war. " the diplomatic envoy from your country, stands and approaches the high table.

"What the- Did you idiots forget where you are? You're in the heart of the Badlands, in the court of Katsuki Bakugo, barbarian warlord and King of Dragons. This is my fucking kingdom and I'll do what I very well fucking please. And if I want to fuck this courtesan on the table right in front of your perfect little princess, I will. " He snarls and all you can do is sit there and pray he doesn't actually follow through on that threat.

Not that you'd hate it, seeing the look on the princess's face as you got fucked by her betrothed. Hah, serves her fucking right for always being such a brat.

"But I'm not a cruel king. I'll marry this one, and you can keep your silly little treaty." Bakugou says and both the diplomat and the princess scoff.

You balk, looking up at King Bakugou in surprise. He's going to what now?

"You can't possible expect the princess to be content with being on the same level as a commoner, even as a consort-" the diplomat starts to protest, which is quickly cut off by Bakugou's harsh laugh.

"You're a country of fucking dumbasses? I'm not marrying your brat of a princess, dump her off on some other poor bastard. I'm marrying Y/N instead of her. They'll be my consort. Won't you, pretty thing?" He says, looking at your for your answer.

"Say yes, treasure. I'm rich as fuck, I could give you anything you want. If I can't buy it I can take it. There's nothing I can't do. You wouldn't lift a fucking finger with me, I can promise that." he boasts to you and you know this.

King Bakugou is an unstoppable force. You had a hard life as a commoner, as a dancer. You weren't a servant but always being at the beck and call of nobility, dancing for them until your feet bled, until you fainted from exhaustion.

You deserved to be greedy, just like the man holding you in his lap.

"Yes, I'll marry you." you answer, and Bakugou smiles wickedly.

Good, he likes greedy. It's one of his favorite traits.

He turns his head back to look at the diplomat and princess from your home country. The diplomat looks like he's sweating buckets and the princess is so angry you think she might start breathing fire.

"So, do we have an agreement? Y/N for your protection?" he asks.

"Y-yes your majesty." the diplomat stutters at the same time the princess protests.

"We do not! How dare you disrespect me so openly, you filthy little wench-" she starts, only to be silenced by the sight of Bakugou pulling his sword. He points the tip at the princess, visibly seething with rage.

"Shut your worthless fucking mouth before I shut it for you." he growls.

Fear takes over the princess' face and she stumbles back behind the diplomat.

"Oi, don't piss on my floor or anything, fucking cowards. Show some respect to my new consort. Bend the knee and I'll forget this transgression." Bakugou orders.

While not officially married  yet, he's bestowed the title of consort upon you and now you outrank the princess. In fact, you outrank nearly everyone here, sans Katsuki, who is your equal. The diplomat and princess wordlessly fall into a bow, and the nobles from both courts follow suit.

"Alright that's enough groveling for now. This banquet is over, I'm retiring to my bed chambers. If you need me, don't." Bakugou gruffs and stands up, once again easily scooping you up into his arms.

"I'm going to rip this pretty little costume to shreds, and pump and heir into you tonight, goddamn it." Bakugou murmurs in your ear as he carries you though out his(your) palace.

"I like this one..." your protest weakly as he kicks a door open, throwing you onto his bed.

He grasps the waistline of your costume, easily ripping the silk to shreds with his bare hands.

"I'm buy you forty just like it, now spread your legs, Consort." he orders, licking his lips.

"I didn't get to finish my meal earlier." He hums and you squeak in anticipation.

"Cute. Let's see how many cute noises you can make, huh?"

@hanji-is-life i hope you enjoy!

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[shorkbrian]

How about some barbarian bakugo noncon?

Prelude - One time I came home from a walk and smelled this scent so freaking thick that I could taste it, and I almost threw up cause it smelled like skinning a deer but like, ten times worse?? and I was like lol that’s kinda weird and it turns out the neighbor had caught a skunk in a catch-and-release trap (which we gave him cause we didn’t want him catching a skunk in a trap that’d kill it) and apparently decided to kill it right then and there, and just let it by the edge of his property, right by my car. That was fun. 

Anyways, Katsuki makes a big deal about reader looking different in this. You can take that any way you’d like. Personally, I was feeling insecure about my freckles (I have so many that my skin almost looks even-toned because they almost all touch rip) and my hair color/odd face so I wrote him liking that reader looked different. It’s not super deep lol

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader X slight Izuku Midoriya

Warnings - NSFW, dubcon, noncon, voyerisum, exhibistionism, blood mention lol. Idk groping?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=OPHwLWXrTsiNQ42SlMKLEg

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There is a point where you stop screaming.

A point when you realize that no one is coming to save you, that you’re wasting your breath, that it’s fruitless. Does nothing more than raw your throat and grate against your own ears.

It’s no use. The Barbarian King seems unaffected, perhaps even spurred on by your ear-splitting screams. There’s no reason to scream anymore - it’d be impossible to scream forever.

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Village in flames, corpses littering the streets. You’d heard about the stench of death from books, from traveling warriors who stop in your village for a night, regaling the people with tales of heroics and strength. It smelled quite different from what you had imagined though.

Metallic, yes, but tangy, thick enough for you to taste the iron seeping into the ground. Raw, like the scent of the butcher’s shop, heavy and suffocating - you hadn’t been able to breathe.

Everything had happened so fast, too fast. People were dead, people were dying, people were killing and being killed. You had been running, trying to escape the stifling aroma of your village being drained, the barbarians running amok through the streets leeching out it’s lifeblood.

Then you had been falling, tripped up by a loose limb on the ground, a body still warm and rattling with it’s last breaths. Shocked by the vivid image of the gore underneath you, a man reaching for his severed arm, you hadn’t been able to catch yourself as you fell, a cry leaving your lips.

Darkness.

And then light as you slowly blinked to awareness, slumped on the ground. A line of prisoners, prizes from the raid. You were one of them, hands bound to your neck, ankles tied to the people on either side of you. Two men had come by after a while, a green haired man in dress similar to your own - perhaps a captured man from the village?

The other man was bare chested, as many of the barbarians were, gold and red paint swirled across his skin in intricate, sharp patterns. He looked fearsome, and he barked at the green haired man accompanying him who scribbled furiously onto paper at each utterance of the fearsome blonde man.

They seemed to be going down the lengthy line of prisoners, assigning them? Selecting them for something? You didn’t know, couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were numb, sealed off from the horrific event you had just experienced, safe within your cocoon of forced apathy.

And then the two men were in front of you, the blonde man silent as he stared you down, the green haired man with his pen poised, though he studied you also.

But they quickly moved on, the barbarian barking something at his companion, before striding to the next prisoner.

You had been untied from your fellow captives, led through the barbarian camp. Red tents, warm fires and laughter filled the space, bare-chested warriors of both genders celebrating their recent victory.

The large red tent you had been led to was warm, a fire crackling in the deep pit in the center, silky furs softening the harshness of the ground. There was a table in front of the fire, a large basin filled with water nearby, close to the fire. A desk in the corner, near the tent flap, and a folding screen hiding the back of the tent from view.

Promptly tied to the leg of a table, you were left alone, the woman who had dragged you here leaving before you could ask what was happening.

Shortly, green hair popped through the tent flap, quickly followed by the rest of the man from earlier, the one dressed like your people.

“Izuku Midoriya!” He had introduced himself, giving a little flourish as he bowed, before being pushed aside as the fearsome blonde from before entered the tent.

Still tied to the leg of the table, numb to the world, you merely stared at the ground when the two men approached.

“What’s your name?” The green haired man - Izuku - asked.

He was met with a blank stare.

The blonde man growled at your lack of answer, spitting something in his native tongue, words you didn’t understand. Izuku seemed to shrink, before turning to address you again.

“Please tell us your name. Kacchan is not the most patient man.”

The fearsome man beside him bared his teeth towards you, and you shrank back. He did not seem the type of person who tolerated being left waiting.

“(Y/N)….” You whispered, eyes falling to the ground.

“(Y/N), ah! Such an interesting name, the first part means-“ Izuku was cut off from his ramble with a shove from the blond man - Kacchan - who crouched down in front of you, rolling your name around his tongue.

Turning, he spoke to Izuku in the same jumbled language, who listened, then addressed you as Kacchan turned back to study you again.

“Kacchan would like to know uhm, uuh.....” Izuku trailed off, uncertain eyes flickering between you and the blonde.

Kacchan scoffed, listening to Izuku’s hesitancy with disdain, saying something directed at the younger man, yet Kacchan’s eyes were fixed on you the entire time. It was intimidating.

“He uh, wants to know ifyou’reavirgin.”

Oh god.

Even though the man’s words were rushed, you understood, limbs beginning to shake. You were going to be violated.

A finger poking your calf made you jump, the blonde man leering at you, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised as if to say “Well?”

You shook your head - lovers had existed in your life, not many, but you still cherished each one deeply, thought back on the experiences you shared fondly.

When relayed this information, the blonde man seemed to grin even wider, rising to his feet. “This will be easier then, no need to go slow.”

With a gasp, you lifted your gaze, wide eyes taking in the man hovering above you. His words were completely forgotten as you took in the shock of understanding his words. He spoke your tongue? Wasn’t he using an interpreter? Why-?

The confusion must be apparent on your face, because Kacchan scoffed, turning to stride to the table, taking a seat facing the fire.

“It pays to play dumb.”

“Loose lipped locals give information more freely when they assume that Kacchan can’t understand them.” Izuku beamed, crouching down in the Barbarian’s previous place to begin untying the rope binding your hands and feet to the table leg.

“Stand up for me please.”

You did as Izuku asked, shakily rising to your feet with a helping hand from Izuku on your arm. He began leading you towards the basin nearby, Kacchan watching the two of you with sharp eyes.

“Do you need help with the fastenings?” Giving Izuku a confused look, your eyes fell to the basin, to the fire, to Kacchan seated at the table. Were they going…. Were they going to boil you alive? Eat you?

Trembling even harder now, it was only Izuku’s surprisingly strong grip on your arm that kept you upright, knees giving out beneath you.

“Help her out, she’s damn near useless.” Kacchan’s strong voice cut through the air, the air that seemed too thick, the air that was choking you, throat closing up.

What does one even do in this situation? Do you beg for your life? Scream for help? Who would come? Accept your inevitable fate?

There was no time to make a decision, however, because Izuku’s nimble fingers were pulling at the fastening of your dress, quickly unlacing it.

You were numb again, fingers leaden, legs heavy, mind fuzzy and listless. Izuku peeled down the top of your dress, and you barely thought to cover yourself - you’d be dead in minutes anyways, what did it matter?

Still, your hands rose to your breasts, shielding them from view involuntarily. Kacchan snorted from his sweat, but said nothing.

When you were completely bare, an arm over your chest, a hand over your sex, Izuku ushered you towards the basin, prompting you to step into it.

This was it, you were going to die.

One last shot of fear raced up your spine, and you turned to the green haired man by your side, his hand falling away from the small of your back. “Please, please don’t kill me, I don’t know what I did but please spare my life. Please, I’m sorry.”  Tears were burning your vision, throat choked up with thickness.

Kacchan burst into laughter. “I’m not gonna kill you, the fuck?! Goddamn, your people call us barbarians yet you’re afraid of a bath, fucking hypocrites.” There was a mirthful glint in his eyes when you looked at him, the man leaning back in his chair, arms resting behind his head as he relaxed.

Izuku chuckled also, putting his hand on your lower back again, gently pushing you towards the basin. “You’ll be okay, it’s just some warm water. It’s close to the fire because we don’t want you to catch a chill. You know, the human body actually operates best when it’s within the temperatures of-“

“Deku, shut your trap before I come kick your ass, just get the girl into the water, you dumb fuck.”

The water was warm, and it felt pleasant against your skin, just on the right side of too warm, hot enough to have you relaxing your shoulders as you sank down lower, the liquid covering you up to your neck.

Izuku-Deku? Held your hair out of the way, quickly using a scoop to wet down the strands before rubbing some kind of herbal scrub through your scalp, cleaning out the dirt and debris that had gathered during the raid. You were certain you were absolutely filthy, covered in mud and small scraps, half of your side crusted with dried blood and muck from falling in the bloody street.

For a moment, you felt embarrassed at your earlier panic, silly and like a stupid child, thinking that they were going to boil and eat you. It was clear now what their intent had been, but riddled with fear your thoughts had been clouded and slow.

Fear was still present, rolling through your brain in waves, goosebumps rising from your flesh as you tried to hypothesize what was going to happen to you. From their earlier questioning, you had a faint idea, but you couldn’t bear to think about that outcome, didn’t know if you could tolerate it.

Instead, you let the warm water soothe your body, washing away the grime and dust. Izuku’s hands were gentle in your hair, as he massaged your scalp, as he rinsed out the soap. You tried to ignore how his breath hitched whenever you shifted - you couldn’t keep all of your body covered, no matter how you positioned yourself.

His hands disappeared from your hair, instead prompting your to sit up straight so he could scrub at your body with a cloth smelling of the herbal soap.

It felt weird, and goosebumps arose on your skin as strange hands touched your body. You closed your eyes and endured, for there was nothing else that could be done.

Running would be a bad idea - a naked woman sprinting through the barbarian camp would surely be caught and violated, or brought back to this tent for some twisted punishment. And you could only run if you managed to get past the two men, who ere watching you like hawks, and much, much stronger than you.

Izuku’s hands paused briefly at your chest, eyes flickering over to the blonde man, who nodded in permission. Then Izuku’s hand were running the cloth across your breasts, washing them in gentle circular motions, taking care to not scrub too hard or push too deep.

You bit your tongue as you waited for it to be over.

And it was soon, at least that part. Then the green haired man was instructing you up on your knees, facing him. Telling you to grab onto his shoulder (the man was also kneeling) and spread your legs apart.

Trembling limbs obeyed, face flushing bright red as you followed his commands, eyes squeezing shut so you wouldn’t have to look at his own flushed face.

He ran the cloth down your back, over your ass, then slipped it between your legs to wash your sex with easy swipes of the cloth. The man’s breathing picked up subtly, and you could tell, leaning up against him as you were. His hands wandered, the cloth moving slower and slower upon your cunt, almost stroking at your folds, his fingers pressing through the cloth.

“Oi, Deku! Keep your shitty hands to yourself, you’re supposed to be washing her up, not feeling her up, shitbrain.” Kacchan barked, slamming his fist down against the table to get Izuku’s attention.

Both you and the man in front of you jumped, Izuku immediately blushing the deepest red you’d ever seen, flashing the blonde an apologetic look and you a nervous smile, before he seemed to gather himself, continuing to dutifully cleanse your nether regions.

It was awkward for the both of you, feeling his hands run over your private areas, over your sex, through your ass cheeks. But then he was down, rinsing you off with scoops of warm water before fetching a large towel, ushering you out of the basin, holding out the towel to wrap around your body when you stepped out.

Then you were ushered closer to the fire, sat upon a small stool as you huddled close to the warmth, clutching the towel tightly around you. The air was quite warmer than outside, but was still cold to your wet skin.

Izuku began running his fingers through your hair, parting knots, patting sections dry with a corner of the towel. By the time he was finished, you felt warm again, face rosy from the heat of the fire.

The heat felt pleasant, like the feeling of a full belly after a long day.

You were tired, exhausted from the emotional weight you had endured. Village burned, tripping over corpses and disembodied limbs, taken captive, forced away from your fellow villagers.  Stripped down and fondled - at this point, you just wanted to sleep.

To sleep and sleep, wake up and have this all be a bad dream. Some twisted nightmare your mind conjured up while in the warmth and safety of your own home.

A large hand upon your shoulder roused you from your half-asleep state, lulled by the warmth of the fire and the quietness of the tent. You jumped, turning to find Kacchan towering over you and Izuku both.

Kacchan crouched, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hair, then onto your cheek. “You look so fuckin’ weird.”

Izuku sputtered. “Oh my god, what he means to say, is that we’ve never seen anyone like you before. You’re… quite unique, and very um, attractive.”

You leaned away from the hand on your cheek, and Kacchan let you, red eyes blinking slowly as they scanned your features.  He was an odd man, as was Izuku. There was an obvious dynamic of power, Izuku submitting to Kacchan willingly.

“Alright, you’re dry enough, get up.” You blinked at Kacchan, processing his words, before he huffed out a breath, rising to his own feet. “C’mon, let’s go, are you stupid? Get the fuck up.”

You scrambled to your feet, towel still wrapped tightly around your body, preserving your modesty.

Kacchan’s hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck, pulling you along with him as he strode towards the back of the tent, towards the sectioned screen acting as a wall.

“Deku, make your ass useful and dump out the bathwater, will ya?”

You weren’t able to see Izuku move due to the hand forcing your head forward, but you could hear his footsteps as he hurried to do what Kacchan instructed.

Rounding the screen, it was clear to see that this was where the Barbarian King slept, a pile of cozy-looking furs strewn in a pile on the ground.

You were promptly shoved towards them, stumbling down to your knees as you lost your balance. The furs provided cushion though, soft and inviting.

But you were scared again.

It was happening, it was going to happen, you were going to raped by the King.

Turning back towards the man, you began to plead, hands securing the towel around your shoulders like a safety blanket. “Sir, please, don’t do this, why me? You can have anyone, not me, please not me.”

He ignored you in favor of beginning to strip, unfastening his cloak, removing his weapons. You decided to try and appeal using a more personal approach.

“Kacchan-“

Suddenly the man was in your face, his own visage twisted into a growl.

“Don’t you ever fucking call me that. Stupid ass Deku made that shit up when we were kids, I’m not some brat anymore. I’m Katsuki-“ He backed away from you, leaving you trembling. “-Barbarian King.”

The man resumed removing his clothes, dropping his belt to the ground, grumbling as he began to undo his pants. “Should beat his fuckin’ ass for calling me that, so goddamn disrespectful. Fuck him, stupid little ass wipe twerp-“

You tuned him out, frozen. What could you do? Another impasse where your options were none.

A strong hand gripped your shoulder, or more accurately, your towel, tugging it forcefully away from you.

“No!” You cried, trying to pull it back, to cover yourself, but the man was stronger, ripping it away before you could utter another word.

“No! Stop, please!” You tried again, finally taking in Kacc-Katsuki before you. He was naked now, aside from the paint decorating his skin. His cock was quickly hardening, plumping up with each step he took towards you as you scrambled backwards.

“Katsuk-Katsuki, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything! Please just have someone else!” You sobbed, back finally meeting the wall of the tent.

Katsuki smirked, crouching down just out of your reach. “You’ll do anything? You’ll let my horde use you as a toy then?”

Dread flowed through your already fear-filled body, and you gulped thickly, eyes closing.

“No?”

Shaking your head, you started to cry silently, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“You’re already doing fucking anything.” Katsuki growled, hand shooting out to grab your ankle, dragging you down and towards him.

A high-pitched cry left you as he pulled you under him, until he was hovering over you, grinning. “Cry all you want, ain’t gonna change a damn thing. In fact-“ He surged down, until his forehead touched your own, red eyes blazing “-It just turns me on more.”

The man pulled away, a hand falling heavily around your throat, giving a compulsory squeeze before hie started moving his hand downwards, fingers skimming across your flesh.

Immediately, your own hands caught his own, trying to still their journey as they neared your breasts. Katsuki paused, a sound akin to a growl falling from his throat as his eyes flickered away from your body and up to your own eyes.

There was a threat there, a warning. Let him touch, or else. Trembling, you removed your hands, instead grabbing at the furs you rested upon. Katsuki made a gruff sound of approval, before resuming his exploration of your body.

“You’re like nothing I’vs ever seen before, know that? Like some fuckin’ alien or something, but damn, you’re gorgeous. Didn’t even know someone could look like this.” He mused, entranced as he watched his hands splay over your body, pinching at your skin, caressing your breasts, slipping over your stomach and down between your legs.

“Oh god, pleaseee-“ You sobbed out, cringing as a finger trailed down your slit.

Katsuki stilled, quirking a brow as he smiled meanly. “Please what? You wanna cum?”

“Please stop…” You whispered, eyes clenching shut again as he found your clit, giving it a few quick rubs.

The man scoffed, before quickly teasing one of his fingers into your tight hole. “Tough shit, I’ve never had whatever the fuck you are, I ain’t stopping”

His finger burned, dry and too large, and you struggled to keep from clenching down upon it in discomfort, trying to force out the intrusion. This would go easier if you relaxed, if you let him have his way. You knew that, rationally, but it was hard to make you body obey.

Katsuki prepped you quickly, fingering you open until he deemed you ready, withdrawing his fingers and crudely wiping them off upon your thigh. You twitched away at the wetness, at your own slick being cleaned off  on your skin, but Katsuki ignored you.

“Why do you look like this anyway? What the fuck happened?” Katsuki asked coarsely, shuffling off of your thighs, moving to lounge by your side, studying you.

The man seemed to be taking a break, more interested in your looks than fucking you, but you were glad for the reprieve, trying to wipe tears from your face as you struggled to think of a response.

“I-I don’t know?” You finally spoke, genuinely at a loss for how to explain your appearance.

Katsuki studied you with sharp eyes, a hand reaching down to his cock, beginning to absent-mildly pump himself while he looked you over.

“I’ve traveled through every shitty little village in the north, met with the damn piss-baby tribes of the east, I’ve ransacked the towns of spoiled nobles, and I’ve never seen anyone who looks like you.”

You sat up, subtly shuffling away from the Barbarian King while you shrugged, at a loss.

Your appearance wasn’t anything superiorly unusual, but apparently it piqued Katsuki’s interest. Yes, your skin was perhaps a bit different, but it’s not like you were inhuman.

Katuski seemed to get tired of talking though, settling further back into the furs, getting himself comfortable as he jerked himself off. You refused to look between his legs.

“Alright, whatever. Get up here.”

Pausing, you looked at him incredulously. Did he mean on his lap? His chest? You didn’t want to be anywhere near him - wouldn’t he find more pleasure with someone who was willing?

“Are you fucking deaf? C’mon, up.” He growled, patting his thigh, urging you over.

A gulp before you started moving, limbs heavy and hesitant, unwilling as you slowly crawled forward, towards the intimidating, impatient blonde.

You straddled his thighs unsteadily, swinging your leg over, trying to avoid touching his cock.

Unfortunately, despite your best efforts, you caught sight of it, the red tip, the precum making his length shine, the wrinkly, darker skin of his balls, his blond pubes.

You cringed, distaste evident upon your face, and you heard Katsuki chuckle darkly before his hands grabbed your hips, dragging you forward.

“What, don’t fucking like what you see? Am I not to your taste? I’ve fucked whorebag princesses less fussy than you. Get over yourself.” He spat, before taking a hand off your hip, reaching underneath you to line himself up as his other hand kept you lifted.

You trembled in his hold, twitching and swaying to the side, but this was unavoidable.

A gasp left your lips as he entered you, tip slipping through your folds, teasing into your wet hole, stretching you out.

Katsuki let out a groan, slowly dropping you down until he could remove his hand from his cock, returning it to your hip, guiding you to push further down. You felt disgusting, his cock sliding against your velvety insides, dirtying your walls with leaking precum.

When your sit bones rested against his upper thighs, his cock resting fully inside you, it felt impossible to breathe, your chest rising to draw in air but failing, the distress you felt upon being speared open seemingly too much for your body to handle.

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight. You got a dirty little cunt, don’t you? Feels fucking amazing.” Katsuki groaned, moving his hips minutely, relishing the grip your inside had on his cock, how warm you were around him.

“Ride me, will you? I’m getting bored down here.” He snapped after a moment, delivering a harsh slap to your rear to emphasize his words, spurring you into tentative action.

Problem is, you didn’t want to.

Your palms rested against his heated chest, eyes raising to the ceiling as your cheeks burned. This was embarrassing, you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be an active participant in your violation. What would that make you?

“Oi, princess - I don’t got all night.“ Katsuki growled, landing a significantly more-jarring hit to rear, hard enough to make you squeak and jump, hips twitching at the sensation of his cock moving around your pussy at the movement.

Afraid of more forceful repercussions, you started to move, slowly sliding up, then down, creeping along, hoping it’d be enough to satisfy the man.

It wasn’t.

Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, before tightening his hold on your hips, planting his feet in the furs, then plunging into you with force. The sudden movement jostled you, and you fell forward with a cry, head bouncing onto Katsuki’s chest by your hands, the man groaning as he found a satisfactory rhythm.

“There we go, that’s fuckin’ nice.”

You cried into his chest, hands clutched into fists as you were bounced up and down, the led slap of skin too loud and jarring in the tent. The paint on Katsuki’s body was beginning to smear, sweat dampening his skin and letting the paint drip onto the ground, transfer to your own skin.

It was starting to feel good, make your stomach tighten, limbs tremble with pleasure instead of fear, and you hated it.

Slick sounds reached your ears, out of rhythm with Katsuki’s quick prods. It was wet, pulsing, as if someone-

Gasping breaths reached your ears, not from the man grunting beneath you.

Another round of cold fear dampened your arousal as you honed in on the sound, realizing it was coming from the other side of the screen.

Someone was on the other side of the screen, listening in to the Barbarian King taking you against your will.

A stuttered cry left you when Katsuki pushed too hard, hitting your sweet spot, making you clench and shudder, forgetting about the other person for a second.

But they were so loud, little gasps and moans, and the shlick, shlick, shlick, was getting faster and faster, it was impossible to ignore.

Should you try to tell Katsuki? Would he stop? Would he be mad? It was so disturbing, knowing someone was sitting on the other side of the screen,  jerking themselves off so obviously .

“Katsuki-Katsuki wait, oh-“ You started, quickly cut off by a series of battering thrusts against your sweet spot.

But you had to try again. “Wait, sto-o-op, wa-unh, unh, Katsuki pl-mmh!”

“Shut up, I don’t fucking care.” The man snapped, out of breath.

“But there’s-oh…. Katsuki there’s someo-“

“I don’t /fucking care/.” Katsuki reiterated, gritting his teeth. He shut you up with another perfectly placed push against your sweet spot, and a cruel spank against your already-stinging ass.

“Ow!” You yelped, clenching up.  It was clear now, that Katsuki was aware of the listener, he just didn’t mind. Maybe he got off on it, knowing someone was listening to him take apart his latest conquest.

Clenching up was the wrong response, because the Barbarian King swore, before his hips sped up, bouncing you so violently on his lap that you found it hard to breath, barely able to hang on for the ride.

“Oh…. (Y/N)….” The voice behind the screen moaned lowly, almost whispering.

It was Izuku.

You shivered, at the sound, feeling creeped out with the knowledge that the gentle, timid “interpreter” was listening. He must have returned at some point from dumping out the basin. You were feeling revolted by this entire situation, disgusted with Katsuki, Izuku, and most importantly with yourself.

Pleasure was building quickly in your stomach, zapping up into your chest, making you tingle and shake with the sensations assaulting your body.

“Sit back, fucking sit back-“ Katsuki panted, pushing at one of your shoulders to push you up, so he could see you as he fucked up into you, watch your body move, your face contorting in pleasure.

You felt like you couldn’t help it, your eyes closing, mouth falling open to let out girlish, high-pitched moans.

Your breasts were being jostled, jiggling up and down with the movement of your body, and it hurt. Hands moved to hold them, stopping their bouncing, but Katsuki appreciated the view apparently, because he groaned, pushing his head back while still trying to watch you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Keep touching yourself princess, keep moaning like a little slut. Let Deku know how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

Your body didn’t give you a choice, noises being pushed from your throat involuntarily as Katsuki pounded into you, red eyes trained on your frame, intense and unwavering.

An orgasm ripped through you, seemingly out of nowhere despite the steady buildup of it the past few minutes. You gasped, breathing catching in your throat, hips furiously grinding down against Katsuki’s as you rode it out, trying to stimulate your clit to intensify the feeling.

The noises leaving you were perverted; wet gasps, little squeaks and long moans as you fucked yourself onto Katsuki’s cock, previous hesitance forgotten in preference of chasing your pleasure.

Katsuki swore underneath you again, rabbiting his hips up into you in response, breathing raggedly as he neared his own release.

You were so lost in feeling the sensations in your own body, you didn’t register the stuttered groans on the other side of the screen, the speedy clicking of Izuku jerking himself through his own orgasm, the almost-silent spatter of his cum hitting the screen.

Katsuki swore once more, a vehement “Shit, shit!” before he pulled out quickly, orgasm apparently catching him by surprise, the first few warm strings of cum shooting into your warm cunt, adding to the wet mess of your own orgasm.

The rest was aimed onto the puffy lips of your slit, one of Katsuki’s hands leaving your hips to pump his cock as he gasped, hips twitching upward at the sudden temperature change from your burning heat to the air of the tent.

Then there was just the sound of three people breathing heavily, completely spent, sweaty and dirtied from sex.

Katsuki pulled you down onto his chest, chuckling breathlessly as he brought his clean hand to your head, ruffling your hair tiredly.

“Well, you’re a goddamn catch, pussy’s like a fuckin’ vice.” The crude comment made your cheeks color, but as exhausted as you were, you couldn’t find the energy to offer a rebuttal.

“I think you’re gonna stick around for a while.” Katsuki mused, and you felt your heart drop. “Yeah, you’re a keeper. Maybe if fuckface over there-“ The blond slapped at the screen “-can stop being a pervert, we could actually fuck without feeling creeped out.”  He growled, although the blonde didn’t sound irritated in the least.

A small “Sorry Kacchan” was whispered from the other side of the screen, and Katsuki laughed dryly.

“Tell you what bastard, maybe I’ll let you touch her a bit.” Katsuki said, a hand creeping down to knead at your ass. “Then you don’t have to act like a little freak. Who knows, maybe I’ll even let you fuck her if you do good translating those maps we found. Got it, you little shitnugget?”

“Mm, alright Kacchan.” Came the tired response.

You were barely awake, already drifting off on Katsuki’s warm chest, too preoccupied with the red and gold paint no doubt smearing against your cheek than with the conversation going on around you.

You could panic about that later.

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Curse of Baytown by surveycorpsjean

With the last of his hope, Shouto stumbles into a strange town. Be it destiny, or be it fate; his life will change forever.

two whole dicks for a half and half bitch by Ascend

Todoroki stumbles his way into a threesome, Midoriya cries into his pants, and Bakugou gets cockblocked no less than twice, but eventually, they all get laid.

Of Respite and Odyssey, Balm and Halcyon, Rapture and Godot, Lear and Pierrot by JayJEx

Aizawa and All Might’s Forever Squad of Problem Children

(8:47 AM) Midorito: @/everyone this is an official callout post for @/Discount IcyHot Patch, who is returning to musutafu tomorrow and DIDN’T EVEN TELL ANY OF US!!!!! ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

Shouto groans in despair. Predictably, the group chat immediately explodes.

-or-

Todoroki returns to Musutafu after six years away and his tragic inability to keep up with all of the people in his life catches up to him in the worst, most irritating ways possible.

(Though he might at least get a boyfriend or two out of the matter. That’s a plus.)

if it was only a distraction (how come I can't stay away) by Voulezvous_79

He scrolls down and his heart stops - shit, shit, shit, no. Bad Izuku. You are over this. Completely, totally, definitely over any high school crushes that were going nowhere - because it’s the photo.

The one he surreptitiously had as his phone background for his entire first year in America. The one he cried over when he got on the plane. The one he jerked himself off to - once, okay!? It was one time, and he panic-deleted it after he came, and then cried about that, so he’s not proud, okay?

---

Or: Izuku's back in Japan, and he's definitely, totally, 100% coping with his friends' new relationship.

Biology for Assholes by fruiticle

Bakugou, an omega with Pseudo Alpha Syndrome, was content to live with his heatless, smoke-scented, absolutely-not-soft condition.

Really. He wouldn’t change a thing.

JUMP!!! by cxlmberry

Izuku grew up watching Superhero Legend, the iconic, generation-defining anime series featuring the invincible crimefighter All Might. Now, he is ready to become a professional manga author himself, to inspire thousands of people with his own series for decades to come – if only things were that simple.

Weekly Shounen Jump picked up Shouto’s series when he was only sixteen, and since then, he has become one of the most accomplished authors in the magazine. He’s a teenage prodigy. A genius. Jump’s main attraction. Sometimes the stress of it is too much.

Katsuki is talented – extremely, rudely so, and he knows it. An incredible artist and master storyteller, he’s out to become the one and only, undisputed King of Shounen Jump. Now, he only needs to get published.

A story of passions and careers, talent and hard work, second, third and fourth chances, as well as recovery and growth.

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Alternatively, a budding manga artists AU.

Fire in the Mountains by EllaBesmirched (El_Bell)

“I’ll do it.”

Enji froze, fingers curling into a fist at his side, and didn’t turn around.

Shouto froze too, feeling his own eyes widen in shock at the words that had come out of his mouth, at the fact that he had actually stood up, followed his father out of the room, and dashed after him all just to say… he’d do it? He would do it? Him. Shouto Todoroki. He would--

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.”

How (Not) to Bribe a Human Sacrifice by maxisnotokay

"You want to kill me?" Katsuki asked, brows raised. He suddenly looked a little less like a king and more like a man, peering at Izuku through the moonlight. "You help me make this cure, and you kill me."

"Those are my conditions," Izuku said. He didn't break his gaze. "A deal's a deal, Kacchan, and I'm trying to be a hero."

+++

[fantasy au. midoriya literally falls from the sky and strikes up a deal with an unlikely candidate. things do not go as planned.]

Guildy Pleasures by Mysecretfanmoments

As the only son of a powerful politician, Todoroki Shouto's life is just one big boring cutscene—except when he logs on to Land of Heroes, where he plays as ShoutO, slaying foes and keeping his fellow guildmates alive. It's enough fun that it almost distracts him from the fact that he's falling for two of those guildmates. Almost. But he's got to stay in stealth mode, because Bakugou and Midoriya are mega-popular streamer duo ZeroDeku… and they're already dating each other.

Shouto has managed to keep his real identity a secret from them all this time, but when he's caught on live television watching one of their streams he ends up not only pulling aggro from the whole country, but catching the attention of ZeroDeku themselves. To his shock, they actually want to meet Shouto, the politician's son—and this time there's no avatar to hide behind.

the universe must have my back, you fell from the sky into my lap by lelex

The picture looks like it was taken in a cafe, Todoroki in a light blue sweater that even from a distance looks wildly soft, seated at a baby grand piano with his short hair effortlessly tousled. It’s one of those photos where it’s obvious Todoroki wasn’t expecting it to be taken—he’s in the middle of looking up at whoever is behind the camera, a smile small on his face but delight evident in the curve of his mouth.

He’s stupidly beautiful. Looking at him for too long makes Izuku kind of sweaty.

They both sit there staring at this one picture for almost three full minutes. In complete silence. Eventually, Kacchan sighs a little bit and tips his head backwards to rest on the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, he murmurs, “Well, shit.”

Izuku can’t stop the lightly hysterical laugh that explodes from his mouth in response.

“We’re fucked.”

*

Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto fuck up a meet-cute, twice. But everyone wins in the end.

Cinderoki, the Sweaty Prince, and the Furious Fairy by Esselle

"I wish I could go to the royal ball for Prince Izuku," Shouto finally told the fairy.

Katsuki screwed up his face. "That's it?" Shouto nodded. "Why?"

"It seems fun."

"It's not going to be fun." Katsuki scowled. "It's going to be terrible. You have to have a better wish."

"I want that one," Shouto said.

--

Todoroki Shouto is cursed. Since he was five years old, he's been locked away from the rest of the world to keep his out of control magic a secret. He thought he could be content with his storybooks—until an invitation comes from the royal palace, inviting his family to attend a ball for Crown Prince Izuku.

Shouto wants to go; he wants to be normal; he wants to leave his cage. Most of all, he wants to know what it's like to live in a fairy tale, even if it's only for one night. Fortunately, he's about to meet one pissed off fairy named Katsuki, who's been watching Shouto his whole life and waiting to make his wish come true.

Powder Keg by Ajaxthegreat

Bakugou really, really, really didn’t want to be trapped in an elevator with Todoroki and a fireproof dildo.

Sensory Input by Esselle

"Captain," Shouto says, clearing his throat. "You put in a request?"

Midoriya stands in front of the window now, staring out at the endless expanse of stars. He turns when Shouto enters. Like Bakugou, he's dressed casually, in a simple grey shirt that stretches over his chest. His green eyes blink wide as though in surprise, before he smiles. It's sheepish and shy. In front of the window, the vastness of space flung out behind him, he's as stunning as a supernova.

"I did, right," he says. "The, um, the thermostat… seems to be, maybe—"

Bakugou cuts him off with a loud sigh. "Quit wastin' his time and tell him why he's really here."

--

Shouto is a remote crew member of a spaceship—his real body is stationed on a world far away, but his consciousness is housed in a maintenance bot on board the ship. When he manages to attract the attention of the ship's gorgeous captain and fiery first officer, it doesn't take long to discover that the bot's adjustable sensitivity levels have more enjoyable applications than repair work.

#todobakudeku #tdbkdk #fic recs #bnha recs #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki

[kiribakuhappiness]

Barbarian bakugo replacing ua bakugo due to a quirk. Panic ensues and in kirishima's case, gay panic

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) ahhh, i actually have been planning a barbarian bakugou in yuuei setting story for some time now, so have some short excerpts from that! i know the ‘k’ tattoo on barbarian bakugou is supposed to be for ‘katsuki’ but i like to pretend that it stands for ‘kirishima’ <3

Kirishima quite literally could not cope.

“I know you,” the-Bakugou-who-could-not-really-be-Bakugou leaned closer into his space, pressing the tip of the blade of a sword into the soft underside of his chin. His face was so close, Kirishima could see all of the different flecks and shades of murderous red in his eyes. His nose scrunched up as he examined Kirishima’s features through a squinted, calculating gaze. “Have you ever been a dragon before?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he barred a set of white teeth and, for All Might’s sake, he was being 100% serious.

A quick breath stuttered past Kirishima’s stunned lips and he tried not to focus on just how quickly his heart was now racing in his chest. This Bakugou seemed highly unaware of what personal space was, a stark contrast from the hunched up friend he had grown used to spending his days with.

“Ah, n-not that I remember,” he laughed sheepishly and rubbed at the back of his neck. “I mean, I went as a dragon once for Halloween, but that was - “

“Hallow... So, it is witchcraft, then,” the-Bakugou-who-could-not-really-be-Bakugou-unless-he-had-somehow-picked-up-a-sudden-interest-in-roleplaying snapped, pressing the sharp tip into Kirishima’s chin more, who continued to resist the urge to harden against it. He glared and suddenly he turned his weapon onto Jirou, who looked like she was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing at the absurdity of this entire situation. “I am to assume that you are the fucking puppet master behind this intricate illusion, you witch!”

Jirou slapped her hands over her mouth and looked ready to cry as she snorted through her fingers.

“Where the hell is sensei when you need him?” Kaminari whined from his spot on the floor, struggling against the tape that bound him to Sero.

“Enough of your damn nonsense!” Bakugou snapped ironically, narrowing his eyes dangerously at Jirou. “I have a dragon to save and a war to rage. If you refuse to release me from this imprisonment, then I have no chose but to gut you and end this damn charm for myself!”

As much as Kirishima understood the seriousness of this situation, as the other Bakugou – who he was now certain was either concussed or some kind of ravenous warrior sent from another dimension – charged towards Jirou with every intention of slashing her in two, he still couldn’t help but acknowledge that was probably the manliest thing he has ever heard Bakugou say, as he raced forward and threw himself between the sharp edge of the sword and Jirou’s small frame, hardening in time to shatter the metal upon impact.

-

“So,” Kirishima shifted awkwardly on the bed as he watched the other Bakugou wander around his room, lifting up books and flipping through them with a scowl before he tossed them aside to the floor and moved onto the next object. “Who are you?”

The other Bakugou picked up the lamp sitting on his desk and turned it around in his hands, feeling the weight and running cracked, calloused fingers over the metal before his sharp, dangerous eyes landed on Kirishima again.

“Katsuki,” he gruffed, as though it were obvious – which… what else had Kirishima really expected him to say? From what Aizawa-sensei had explained, he was Bakugou in nearly every sense of the word. Just a Bakugou Katsuki from another place, another time; plucked straight from another world. It was fascinating.

“No, I know,” Kirishima laughed and leaned his elbows against his thighs, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. “I mean, who are you really?”

The other Bakugou scowled at him, holding the lamp dumbly in his hand, before he, too, tossed that aside onto the ground, where it ‘tinkered’ about on the floor before falling still. Kirishima winced and hoped the light bulb hadn’t been busted, at least, before the other Bakugou straightened his shoulders and faced him with a hard expression.

“I am Bakugou Katsuki, rider of dragons and the barbarian’s first in command,” he eyed Kirishima critically before he said, with the same conviction and feral promise in his voice that Kirishima had heard him use when he was talking about being the number one hero, “… soon to be King of Musutafu.”

Kirishima blinked at him, mouth parted in awe. “Wow. That’s so fucking manly, dude.”

The other Bakugou smirked at him. “A barbarian is trained to be a man from a young age,” he commented easily, before his lips turned down into a scowl and his eyebrows notched together in concentration as he strode across the room with a confident stride, heavy fur boots clunking along the ground, before he stopped right in front of Kirishima and leaned into his space once more, using both hands to grab him by his jaw and forcing his thumbs into Kirishima’s mouth to push back his lips and expose his sharp teeth.

Kirishima floundered under the sudden intrusion, grabbing the other Bakugou by the wrists and trying to push him off to no avail. He’d never tell his Bakugou, but this Bakugou was much stronger than he was.

“You certain you’re not a fucking dragon?” The other Bakugou grunted, touching one of the sharp tips with the pad of his thumb. When it pricked through his skin and caused a bubble of blood to rise to the surface, he rubbed it thoughtfully between his fingertips.

“Easy with those!” Kirishima shouted, finally planting the palms of his hands hard into the other Bakugou’s bare chest and pushing him away. “Get out of my mouth, man. It’s weird,” he grumbled, ignoring the flush of heat on his cheeks and down the back of his neck as he wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his shirt.

-

“Stop.”

Kirishima huffed out a breath when his chest collided with the back of Bakugou’s arm before the other boy grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him behind him. “Dude, what are –“

“Shut up,” Bakugou snapped back at him. “There is someone ahead, can you not fucking hear it?”

Kirishima stalled and listened carefully. Around the corner, somewhere in the kitchen, he could hear a pair of voices talking lowly. It sounded like Kaminari and Jirou, though he couldn’t really understand what they were saying. He reached out and placed a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, gripping it tightly.

“Don’t worry about it man, lots of people live here. It’s just –“

The sound of the blender started, effectively drowning out Kaminari and Jirou’s voices, and sending Bakugou into some kind of rampage as he ripped his shoulder free and barreled into the kitchen ready to destroy the blender with his bare hands. Kirishima tried not to laugh as he hurried in after him.

-

“What’s this?” Kirishima asked, reaching out and just barely grazing a fingertip along the black ink.

The other Bakugou ripped his arm away and glared at him for a long moment before he turned his eyes resolutely back to sharpening his knife, an angry furrow in his brow. “None of your concern,” he snapped, and when he flicked the knife against the whetstone next, an array of little sparks crackled off of it into the air.

“Sorry,” Kirishima said, leaning back against the side of the bed and resigning himself to watch him continue to work in silence. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

The other Bakugou’s jaw clenched tightly as he slid the edge of the knife down the whetstone again, before he forced out, “It is the mark of my bond with my…” he paused, his expression loosening even as his grip on the whetstone became vice-like. “My partner…”

Kirishima reprimanded himself in his head for even asking in the first place. “The one you left behind in the other world, you mean?”

The other Bakugou nodded sharply, resuming his work with newfound determination. “I must find a way back to him,” he said, glaring in anger. “I cannot sit here and continue to twiddle my damn thumbs!” He shouted, standing to his feet and slamming the tip of the knife deep into the surface of the desk. “Not when he is out there fighting! I am meant to stand by his fucking side!”

Kirishima jumped up too, raising his hands in what he hoped was a placating manner. “Hey, I know, okay? You’re ready to get back to where you belong, raging wars and fighting gramlucks or whatever – “

“They are Gremlocks and they would better make a meal out of you than – “

“Right, right, right, grandma licks, I get all of that.”

The other Bakugou opened his mouth again, looking ready to rage, and Kirishima laughed before he waved his hands around.

“Sorry! I know! Gremlocks! Got it. You just need to give us some more time to find out who switched you all around in the first place and then we can – “

“Kill them,” The other Bakugou nodded as he snatched the knife out of the splintered wood and raised it between them with a feral grin.

Kirishima sighed and rested a hand on the other Bakugou’s wrist, bringing it back down to waist level and effectively removing the tip of an incredibly sharp object from his line of sight. “No,” he said with a shake of his head, ignoring the frown and angry squint the other Bakugou leveled him with. “No, then we can have them reverse the effects of their quirk and send you home.” You murderous idiot.

“Hm,” the other Bakugou grunted in contemplation, turning the knife around in his fingers, before he scowled hard at him. “You won’t kill them?”

Kirishima ran a hand over his face. “No. We aren’t going to kill them.”

“You are too weak to kill them,” the other Bakugou decided with a firm nod. He pointed the tip of his dagger at his own chest. “When the time comes, I shall kill them for you. To repay my fucking debt.”

“No!” Kirishima yelled, grabbing him by the shoulders. “No! Don’t do that!”

“I fucking must,” the other Bakugou argued with a snarl. “It is the way of the barbarians to show our gratitude in bloodshed!”

“But I’m not a barbarian!” Kirishima floundered. Of course, in an alternate universe Bakugou would still be hungry for blood. He really shouldn’t have expected any different.

“You sure do have the appetite of one, at least,” the other Bakugou snorted in amusement.

-

what do you guys think? is this something you would want to read in full? i can probably get some edits done and have it up in a few days :)

#kiribakuhappiness drabble prompts #kiribaku #bnha fantasy au #kind of? #barbarian bakugou #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bakushima #bnha #my hero academia #fantasy au

[kozisjournal]

𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆- 𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜𝑢

round two, let's go !

warnings: blood mentions, and cursing, but that's about it.

notes: this katsuki bakugou is the king of dragons, i've had the absoulte worst brainrot for this over the past couple days so, wrote this and prayed it would help... it didn't but, it was worth a shot. words: 1.5k

enjoy !

battle was always… tricky for katsuki. on one hand, he loved it. he was well trained by both parents. yet on the other, there was this feeling. he couldn’t even begin to explain it. but there it sat in the pit of his stomach once again, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. everyone told him to ignore it, push it down, use it as fuel for the fire that burned in his deep ruby eyes. he couldn’t stop the grimace that steadily built its way across his face as his falcata plunged into another torso.

he’d never get used to the sound of destruction he left in his wake, his army crying out with each savage movement. they wanted him to keep going, so he must. reclaim the lands that were once theirs, and kill anyone that stood his way. his leg raised to kick the poor bastard off his sword, the urge to gag settling on the back of his tongue. the scent of blood hung over his head as it trailed down his arm, sticky and dark, yet his eyes still moved to find the next extra to drive his sword through.

an unfamiliar wail rang in his ears. it sounded inhuman, and so angry. defeated almost. he couldn’t get distracted now, taking a few steps through the blood soaked grass under his boots, then he heard it again… what the fuck?

“this is what your king wants, isn’t it? for your useless race to die along with the rest of your villages.”

how had that elf gotten past him? his body tensed, feet stabling under him, sword raised and ready for impact. without so much as another breath, he darted through the crowd, threading between other pairs fighting, until he felt a crack. katsuki looked through his lashes, evil smirk plastered across his lips while a disheartened chuckle passed them.

“the last thing i want is for my people to die by the hands of you scum.”

by its own will, his wrist twisted, a nasty sound coming from the man he’d just impaled on his blade. a calloused hand pushed him away, then without looking, the same hand extended out to who he’d just saved. they pushed it away, and that caught his attention. his gaze moved to meet theirs, one brow raising while he looked over their smaller figure.

“i didn’t need your help. i had it under control.”

“alright, whatever. next time i won’t save your ass then.”

within a blink of bright red eyes, he was the one looking up, cold metal pressed across his neck.

“good, last thing i need is your help.”

his hands came to rest on either side of his head, palms up in surrender while he studied their face. he’d never seen them within the kingdom. maybe they were a villager? it didn’t really matter… they were beautiful. the king, of course, couldn’t believe in love at first sight. after he took home this win, he was to be married to a fae princess. everyone knew that, so why did it feel like his heart had completely stopped? clean air scrubbed away at his lungs as they drew in a deep breath.wait, did they say something…?

“ya gonna get up, king? or are you gonna keep giving me that weird look?”

shit! they were already on their feet, now extending out a hand of their own, much smaller than his. it was kinda cute… no! no, no, no. not cute.. um.. so what was it then? he brushed himself off once he was standing, his fingers twitching. is he nervous? no, he couldn’t be. the king of dragons doesn’t get nervous from a simple glance. they cleared their throat, pulling him from his internal monologue of confusion. within that moment, y/n’s own face began to heat at the feeling of king katsuki’s hand still wrapped around theirs. the skin felt soft against his own, dried blood and a lifetime of training coated his hand like a blanket. y/n could almost feel the weight of an entire kingdom within it, a sense of pride filling their chest as they examined the king again.

“thanks for saving me… i guess. don’t let that go to your already inflated ego though.”

katsuki could only laugh, shaking his head and, regretfully, pulling his hand from their grasp.

“yeah, yeah. maybe watch yourself and i won’t have to come rescue you again.”

“you make it sound like i was a damsel in distress.”

“well… ow-!”

They landed a swift hit to the crown of his head, looking up at him with a confusing expression. katsuki couldn’t read it at first, there was a mix of both anger and half of a smile written across their face.

“didn’t i tell you to not let that go to your head, you oaf.”

“yeah, you did. but last time i checked. i’m the king, and you’re the smallest warrior in this battle.”

a pair of arms moved to cross over their chest, while a pout, clear as day, sat across their lips. that was it. katsuki could feel a smile tug at the corners of his own lips, attempting to stifle a laugh, but failing miserably. they wanted to land another smack, however, if they did, that would only give the king another reason to laugh.

“what's so funny, your highness?”

the title brought him back down to earth, the light hearted expression now becoming no more than a dream to the pair.

“we gotta war to win… i’ll see you out there.”

their head turned, eyes narrowing as they scanned across the horizon, katsuki’s hand extending out to rest against their exposed shoulder.

“fight with me.”

“what?!”

with the most dumbfounded expression they could muster, their eyes moved to look over the king in front of them, instead of the dwindling battle.

“what? want me to repeat it? i don’t want anymore of my people to get hurt, and it looks like you’ve fought hard already.”

“so you want me, a complete stranger, to fight by your side?”

he only nodded, his own gaze now moving to examine the ongoing fight. maybe this was a terrible idea. the worst he’d ever come up with. but right now the only thing that mattered to him was keeping his people safe, and y/n was one of them. instead of disregarding his request, they stood beside him, readying their own weapon.

“i don’t think i ever got your name.”

“yeah, you can get it after we win. sound fair?”

he looked over them again, a sly smile sitting across his face while he gave a short nod.

“better make sure we win then. let’s go.”

he sped off without a second thought, roaring with nothing but excitement now. the itch had been scratched. he wouldn’t have to explain why battle was so tough for him anymore. he’d found his reason for fighting. a partner. y/n watched him run off with a sort of amazement coursing through them. maybe the king wasn’t as bad as everyone said he was. sure, he seemed kinda dumb but it was almost endearing.

the pair fought seamlessly, covering for each other when needed, taking turns on ending strikes. they stayed side by side until the end, and katsuki caught himself staring in awe more than once. there was something soothing about having a partner out there. someone to share a win with, someone to trust. by the gods, it’s been so long since he’s found someone he could trust in a fight. this was something he could get used to it. now. the king wasn't supposed to get attached to someone he just met, much less someone he’d most likely never see again. but they did meet again. plenty of times after that.

after a month of what seemed like endless fighting, the elfan people finally gave up, pathetically waving a white flag in figure eights. katsuki’s army stood behind him, raising their weapons in victory, jumping and dancing like the barbarians they truly were, and one again caught his attention. his shorter battle partner sprinted towards him, wrapping him in a tight hug, weapon now lying idle on the ground beside them. the two stayed like that for what seemed like years, holding each other and basking in the glory of the sucess they’ll be taking home. he felt something whispered into his skin, eyebrows knitting a story of confusion, slowly pulling away from the smaller figure in his hold.

“sorry.. what was that?”

“y/n. that’s my name.”

he stood completely dumbfounded, all this time, they’d been joined at the hip. throughout long grueling days and cold nights, they’d been at each other’s sides. and yet, king katsuki was just getting their name.

“you always have this dumb look on your face. you understand how introductions work, right?”

“yeah.. of course i do. ours was just different, that's all.”

“just don’t forget who covered you out there. i’m going back home.”

his head nodded slowly, offering them a smile in return. and that was it, they turned on their heel and walked in the opposite direction while hoards of warriors within the dragon kingdom celebrated around him. it only took a moment for that devilish smirk to spread across his lips, following behind them, and leaving his more than tired army behind...and he never met that fae princes, either, for the record.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #katsuki x reader

[really-sleep-deprived-nerd]

I dreamt an entire hurt/comfort Bakudeku Fantasy AU:

Okay, so it kind of was a Medieval/Fantasy BNHA AU? Basically Bakugou was a disgraced barbarian prince that had to run away from his kingdom because the queen, his own mother, thought him too dangerous because of his power mixed with his overall awful temper and, therefore, unfit to take the throne, so, she wanted to kill him so there would be no backlash from their people when she put someone who didn't have royal blood as the next in line. People can’t riot and demand for their “Rightful ruler” if there isn't one to begin with, right?. So, Bakugou, being 11 when this shitshow happened, flees.

He takes refuge in a neighbouring kingdom and is taken in by a very kind woman that finds him, battered and bruised, shivering on the streets.  

The woman, whose name is Inko, has a son named Izuku who due to undisclosed circumstances is, secretly, the King’s apprentice and very close to him. Bakugou suspects some Bastard Son shenanigans but wisely keeps his mouth shut because, hey, these people are being nice to me when they don't have to! And they don't want anything in return! That has never happened before! (Well, except for Kirishima, but he wasn’t human so he didn’t count. Wonder what he is up to these days.)

At some point Izuku introduces him to king Toshinori, who is incredibly saddened by Bakugou’s situation and, because he thinks he is an incredibly brave young man for having made it this far, promises him a place between the Knights the moment he reaches 18. Bakugou accepts the offer gleefully because he honestly misses training with others and a good fight. 

So, the years go by and of course Bakugou and Izuku fall for each other because I am predictable even in my dreams. The worst thing is that it was just full of pining, both of them saying Nothing about their obvious feelings because they didn't want to scare the other away.

By this point some nobles have found out about the king's protegees and while they can tolerate the commoner (He is a very bright young man and they also suspect Bastard Son Shenanigans), they cannot stand the disgraced prince. They are deeply wary of him because of his power and, hey, there has to be a good reason about WHY his own mother wanted him gone, and with that temper and violent attitude of his they seem to understand why. 

The King´s health has always been shit, but it started to get even worse recently and so he has to leave the capital for a couple of months to get help from a healer that lives in a far away village. The journey just to get there is at least a week long. He leaves the kingdom in the “Capable and trusty” hands of his number two, who while he is technically good at running a kingdom when the king’s away, is also a huge piece of shit, and knowing that the king wouldn't be here for awhile thought that, hey, wouldn't it be a shame if someone reached his mother to tell her where that disgrace of a son of hers is so she can end what she started? It would truly be terrible if something happened to that monster while the king was too far away to do shit to stop it!

So, yeah, he sends a pigeon to the Queen and asks her for advice on how to, hypothetically speaking of course, one would neatly get rid of a runaway barbarian prince, to which she replies with a recipe to imitate the explosions Bakugou can make and a letter that says something along the lines of “I am unable to give you advice on how to do that, since its something I myself failed at, however, I reckon that if he went on a rampage, exploding people's homes, then you would be able to publicly execute him with very little issue.”

While this is going on, Izuku notices how the nobles have been giving Kachan nastier looks than usual, coupled with also some very evil and sharp smiles and immediately suspects that they are planning some shit. He tells Kachan this and they both agree that just to avoid any possible poisonings, it would be better for Bakugou to just kind of spend the entirety of the King’s absence inside Inko’s home and not leave for anything. After that, while Izuku is visiting the castle because he needed some books, he sees a messenger hawk carrying a letter with the Barbarian Kingdom’s emblem and immediately freaks the fuck out and runs home to send a pigeon to the King because, Heeey, Toshinori? I know you are busy and stuff, but I think your nobles are planning to kill Kachan?? I saw a hawk with his kingdom's emblem and if they actually try to do it we won't be able to stop it without you here.

So, yeah, it seems that those explosives were harder to make than they originally thought because 5 days pass before, in the middle of the night, a couple of houses in the lower town erupt in flames with a loud BOOM. There are a lot of casualties that night, both from those that were asleep before the explosion and both for those that were trying to help people get out.

The sixth day was spent in mourning and cleaning up, the seventh day was spent on the funerals, the eighth day was spent with people pointing their fingers at Bakugou while they demanded his head on a stick. They protested outside Inko’s home and outside the castle, saying that they wanted justice for what this monster clearly did.

Bakugou feels like shit for those three days, because he thinks it's his fault those people died. He knew his mother wouldn’t rest until he was dead, but he had figured that he was safe as long as he was under the King’s protection, but no, innocent people died because he was too comfortable, too attached to a home, to his friends, to Izuku, to leave like he should have.

The Noble Piece Of Shit, makes an announcement that the people have been heard and that they will get their justice. He sends some knights to retrieve Bakugou from Inko’s home, so they can bring him to the court, where he would be immediately hanged for his crimes.

The knights are very much reluctant to follow this order because they know Bakugou and the brat would never do something like this. The brat wanted to be a knight to save people, for goodness’ sake! But, if they didn’t comply, it would have been their head on the chopping block, so they go get him.

When they get there Izuku is a broken mess. He is sobbing his eyes out while clinging to Bakugou for dear life, who is just hugging him tightly and, in a surprisingly soft voice for him, reassuring Izuku that it would be okay, that this was bound to happen at some point, that he shouldn't cry for him. Izuku just tightens his grip and cries harder.

The knights ask Bakugou to come with them, and he does, but neither the knights nor the prince have the heart to drag Izuku away from him. Inko follows after them, her sobs more quiet than her son’s but still just as noticeable.

When they get to the court/plaza and Izuku sees the gallow, he lets out such a heart-wrenching wail that it makes people pause in their clamoring for blood. What gives them pause is less the wail itself and more of the way Izuku has his head hidden in Bakugou’s neck, his arm is tightly hugging Izuku’s shaking frame while the other one is resting on Izuku’s hair, gently carding his fingers through it. What gives them pause is the eyebags under Bakugou’s eyes and the unshed tears in them. What gives them pause is just how utterly young Bakugou looks when he doesn't have his typical scowl on his face.

Muttering starts among the crowd, because suddenly they aren't clamoring about the death of a monster, but instead the death of a child, and there isn't a single person present who is entirely comfortable with that. The crowd is no longer bloodthirsty as much as it is wary and nervous.

Once Bakugou stands in front of the gallow, surrounded by knights and Izuku still by his side, the Noble Piece Of Shit, standing in a balcony overviewing this entire thing with a wicked smile explains why they are here today and what Bakugou is going to be executed for.

Inko can’t take anymore of this shit and just. Snaps. She screams that they are going to kill an innocent, that the night of the fire she SAW Bakugou fall asleep with her son in front of the fireplace, that it was IMPOSSIBLE for him to have done this. That they are going to kill a 14-year-old innocent CHILD because they are to incompetent to think things trough, or worse, they are going to do it on purpose.

 The NPOS (Noble Piece of Shit) demands that the knights subdue that crazy woman and take her to the dungeons and do the same with that wailing child. By this point, the entire crowd has gone “Cool, cool, on second thoughts, after much deliberation, let's hang that piece of shit instead of the innocent child.” The crowd Riots, starts demanding that they investigate things properly instead of rushing a kid to the gallows, which, hey, kinda hypocritical of them but you won’t see Izuku complaining. 

The chaos finally ends with the King entering the court riding on top of a FUCKING DRAGON and demanding Silence. The king angrily demands someone explain to him WHY are they trying to kill one of his protegees. The knights take a moment to answer because, uh, that is a Dragon and-uh, okay, its shapeshifting into a red haired man that is running straight at Bakugou and Izuku to hug them- cool, cool, uh, ah, the king asked a question? Ah, yes! The question! The knights explain to him what happened and that it was the NPOS orders, who by this point has made the wise decision to make himself scarce. The King is fuming, but while he announces that he was going to be having Words with his second in command, that this is ridiculous, the kid had an alibi and, while difficult, it's possible to create a serum that acted similarly to Young Bakugou’s sweat when ignited, so this is clearly someone trying to frame him. 

After this, the crowd that was warily eyeing the former dragon that was excitedly chatting with a grinning Izuku and a softly smiling Bakugou, decide that this has been enough weird shit for today, take the word of the king as the truth and finally disperse.

#bakudeku #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #bnha fantasy au #bakugou x midoriya #The NPOS may or may not have been endeavor but I honestly cant remember #Im also like 60% sure that one of the knights was Aizawa??? but yeah cant remember #anyways feel free to add to this

[hitoshishins-hoe]

Heaven

Barbarian!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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Alright y’all! So I got a ton of great feedback on my fantasy au headcanons, and I was asked by several people on discord to write a one-shot based on my Bakugou headcanon, and so that’s what I decided to do! It is a bit long, and I may have gotten a little carried away, but I hope you guys like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Warnings/Triggers: swearing, slightly ooc Bakugou (I love soft Bakugou ok), nsfw, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

Tengoku - Translates to “Heaven” 

Tenshi - Translates to “Angel”

Inari - Japanese goddess of prosperity

Word count: 5k

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‘Forever’ was never in the cards for Bakugou. He planned on living fast, hard, and rich. Kicking ass, pillaging, taking revenge — but running into you made him realize maybe there’s more to life than just vigilante work. 

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“Get your ass up shitty hair, we have a city to burn!” Bakugou slaps Kirishima awake from a deep sleep. 

“Bro chill! I can’t shift now! I have to save my energy to burn said city! Why don’t we travel by foot? There’s a city nearby, maybe we can sleep on an actual bed for once?” He stretches awake, now getting dressed. 

“Nah fuck that. We can go if you want, but I’m setting up camp, I’m not staying in some nasty fucking inn.”

Kirishima sighs, but agrees. It’s not like he had much choice anyway. After all, Bakugou was his only family in this world.

After eating breakfast, the two men packed up their belongings and began the trek to Tengoku, a small village about a half a day’s hike into the mountains. 

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“Y/N! How are you my dear? What’s that you have there?” You look up from the small fragment of wood in your hand, having just finished carving the tail of a dragon. 

“Oh, good morning Tenshi! I had a dream last night about a dragon. He was red and huge, and he had a scar over his right eye.” You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck unconsciously. 

“Y’know, where I come from, those dreams that seem to be too real for comfort are just prophecy for the future.” She smiles warmly. 

Your (E/C) eyes catch a glint of sunlight at that. “Really? You really think I’ll meet a dragon someday?” You smile off into nothing. 

“Of course I do! You’ve wanted to see a dragon since you were about knee-height. And, well, every dragon has a rider, don’t they? Maybe a nice young man will come along with it. You’ve been here too long, go out and meet someone!” She laughs, knowing you’d grown up in the small village and had never left. You had no reason to. 

“Very funny, Tenshi. I’ll tell that to my dream-dragon.” You roll your eyes, focusing back down at the half-carved fragment in your hand. 

She laughs and makes her way down the small unpaved road that ran through the town, mostly lined with small tents with fresh produce, vendors, and entertainers.

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Tenshi was the town’s founder, having come from ‘across the sea.’ She’d never tell anyone more than that. No one knew her name either, but everyone had affectionately coined the name ‘Tenshi,’ meaning ‘Angel’. She was well into her 80’s at least, and she acted as the chief and village grandmother to those who needed it. 

You on the other hand were an artist. Having been raised in Tengoku by monks, you lived a quiet life. Soon into your childhood you picked up the craft of carving. You’d found a small arrowhead along the creek that ran through town and starting working away at a chunk of wood you found nearby. From then on it became a hobby, then a craft, and now an art form. You started selling them to passers-by on their way to other destinations, and it brought in enough money to buy you a permanent room at the inn with plenty to spare. 

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After Tenshi leaves, you go back to carving the dragon, each scale identical to the last. 

“How much for that one?” You yelp at the gruff voice immediately in front of you. You collect yourself and glance down at your half-finished dragon. 

“O-oh! This one? Well it’s not finished yet, I’m about halfway finished with carving and I still have to dye it! Can I offer you one of my finished pieces?” You gesture to the small table in front of you. 

The man just shakes his head, motioning to your hand. “I want that one. How long’ll it take?”

You think for a moment, and tell him maybe another 1-2 hours before the dye would dry once the carving was finished. 

He nods and grunts, making his way behind your table to the grass behind you. You look at him confused, but let it go since he’s not bothering you. 

You quickly glance behind you, offering the man a small smile. “I’m (Y/L/N) (Y/N) by the way.”

He looks up at you. “Bakugou Katsuki. Pleasure.”

You turn around sitting down in the small chair behind your table, hunched over while you carve. The man behind you doesn’t speak, and neither do you. It goes on like this for roughly an hour, until he breaks the silence. 

“Have you ever seen a dragon?” He asks you. 

You look up from your piece and sigh. “No, but it’s always been my dream, literally. I had a dream last night about a dragon. That’s what this carving is based on. There were lots of little details I remember about it. Like how there’s a scar along it’s right eye, across it’s chest, and on it’s left wing. Oddly specific, huh?” You laugh. “Our villages leader, Tenshi, says that sometimes those dreams that feel too real to be a dream are actually prophecy. Cool huh?” 

Bakugou’s eyes widen a bit, realizing you’d just described his dragon, Kirishima. 

“What is it?” You ask, noticing his change in demeanor. 

“I–” he pauses, mulling over his next words. His slack jaw turns up into a grin. “You want to meet a dragon?”

Now it’s your turn to look confused. “Y-you know one? Seriously?” You pause for a minute. “You’d better not be fucking with me.”

He chuckles “Whoa whoa princess, who says I’m fucking with you? He’s a shifter, not a full-blooded dragon but shit’s all the same to me. Finish up that carving for me and I’ll take you to him.”

Your eyes light up, feeling the sincerity in his voice. You immediately turn back to your unfinished piece, continuing on the hundreds of intricate scales. You two strike up a conversation after, both retelling stories from childhood, up to now. 

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Through talking with him you learn that he really had it rough growing up, never having a true family, much like you. He was always moving towns, doing everyone’s dirty work with little to no pay. One day he was abducted and sold into slavery at the ripe young age of 15. The man he was sold to was one of the most foul men to walk the earth. The only nice thing was his slave-mate, Eijirou Kirishima.

The two teens quickly became friends. Spending every day and night in shared quarters really gave two people time to get to know each other. Shortly after Bakugou was purchased, Kirishima confided in him that was actually a dragon-shifter. No one else knew, or else he’d either be thrown into a bidding-war, or murdered. Some envied owning a shifter, while others thought they were a sin against the balance of life itself. 

Bakugou and Kirishima continued working for their owner for another 3 years before they decided to make their move. Over time they’d taken careful note of other slave owners in the village, their schedules, how many spaces they owned, family or no family. They also managed to pilfer small amounts of money, both from their own master as well as others. 

After some reassurance from Bakugou, Kirishima was able to shift and light the village ablaze. They created a network of safe houses so the other slaves were able to reach safety before all the slave owners were burned into oblivion. 

They never looked back after that. 

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You look on with awe as Bakugou relays some of his and Kirishima’s adventures, as they continued to make their way through small towns, identifying rotten people, and “taking care of them.”

“W-wow,” you finally muster. You look down at your now finished piece, turning it in your hand. “You both sound incredible.”

He chuckles at that. “Yeah, well, what can I say. We’re both pretty damn cool.”

You laugh faintly, turning back to place your figurine into a small tin of crimson dye, allowing it to sit there for several minutes.

You both sit in silence as you pull the dragon out of the dye and set it on a drying rack. 

“You mentioned you grew up in this town, right? Why haven’t you left yet?” He asks, standing to his feet. 

You think for a minute. “I guess I haven’t really had any reason to. It’s quiet and everyone knows me here, ya know? Sure we don’t have the best food, or the best artisans, but it’s nice here.” You reply, turning to the table in front of you. 

“You realize how fucking talented you are, right? You could make four times what you make here if you were to travel to different towns.” He says sounding slightly irritated. “Don’t you want to see what else the world has to offer?”

You grow quiet, the faint smile fading from your face. “I never said I didn’t want to, but leaving everything I know, on my own completely, terrifies me.” You look down at your feet, letting out a shallow sigh.

“You can always tag along with Kirishima and I you know. I’d never oppose to a beautiful woman on my arm.” 

You look at him with wide eyes, cheeks flush. 

“Y-you just met me, you’d really take a chance on me? What if I’m a murderer or something?” You laugh nervously. 

He lunged forward at you, pinning you to the ground. You let out a soft grunt as you hit the ground, his hand pinning your arms above your head as he straddles your hips. 

“If you were a murderer, you’d never let someone get the upper hand, right?” He gives you a shit-eating grin as you huff in protest. 

“Besides, don’t you want to ‘live a little?’”

Your face cheeks deepen red in embarrassment, noticing the slight bulge in his pants so close to your heat. 

He notices your blush and snorts, hauling himself off of you, pulling you up with him. 

“How much longer on that dragon?” He asks, nodding to the drying rack. You dust yourself off, trying to hide your fading blush as you go to look at the dragon. 

“Ah, looks like it’s done!” You reply excitedly. 

You pick it up and look it over, proud of your handiwork. You then reach for Bakugou’s hand, uncurling his calloused fingers and setting the figurine in his open palm. He brings it to his face and inspects it, eyes lit with curiosity. 

“This is fucking incredible, (Y/L/N).” He says, awestruck. 

You let out a quiet ‘thank you’ and stand quiet for a moment. “You can call me (Y/N), you know. I’m not a fan of formalities.” You reply. 

Bakugou nods. “Yeah, me neither. Just call me Katsuki. And how much do I owe you for this?” He asks reaching for his coin pouch. 

“No no no! Don’t worry about it!” You exclaim, waiving your hands at him. “Please, as long as I can see a dragon I don’t need payment. It’s fine, really.”

He grunts out a ‘fine.’ And stuffs the figurine into his cloak. “Want to go see that dragon now?”

You nod eagerly, packing up your stocked items and throwing them into a bag. “Let me drop these off at the inn on our way there,” you tell him as you put up a “closed” sign on the table. 

You two travel down the now mostly empty road, dusk quickly approaching as you reach the inn. You run up to your room to put your stock away, jogging down the hall as to not keep Bakugou waiting. You grip the dresser in your room, panting as you’d worn yourself out a bit. “Katsuki,” you mumble, enjoying the way his name rolled off your tongue. 

“Yes?” You hear Bakugou’s voice from behind you. You yelp, running out the door before you could muster up an embarrassing excuse as to why you were saying his name in the mirror. 

He chuckles and follows you closely, eyes now wandering to your figure. You had on a plain dress, though it looked a tad small, only accentuating your curves. He wanted to devour you right then and there, but that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly, would it?

He eventually takes the lead, leading you to his small camp about a half mile outside the town. You two arrive about 20 minutes later, as the sun dips behind the mountains.

“Kirishima! We have a visitor!” Bakugou yells at the tent, a tall red-haired man poking his head out. 

“Dude, I-” He stutters, gesturing to his small protruding horns and scales on his face. You miss this exchange as you’re admiring the surrounding forest, since you’ve never been this far up the mountain before. 

“It’s fine, she’s fine.” He states gruffly, turning to you, oblivious to his state. His eyes soften as he sees you looking around the forest, admiring the sights. You notice him looking and look down at your feet, embarrassed. “C’mon, Kirishima will show you tomorrow, why don’t you sleep here tonight?” He nods at the small fire Kirishima had going. 

You sheepishly agree and make your way over to the tent, Kirishima now sitting by the fire. He extends an arm to you. “Hi! I’m Kirishima Eijirou! You can call me Kiri.” He grins, mouth full of jagged teeth. His smile is warm, and you return it in kind. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), please call me (Y/N),” you shake his hand and sit by the fire.

“Hey Bakugou, I gotta, uh...eat,” Kirishima says. “Go eat then,” Bakugou replies, sitting down between the two of you. “Don’t wait up,” he mumbles under his breath, the shifter understanding immediately. 

“Well (Y/N), it was nice meeting you! I’ll be gone for the rest of the night, but I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He smiles, running off in the opposite direction of Tengoku.

Shortly after Kirishima leaves, you heave out a sigh and flop backwards onto the grass, looking at the stars. Bakugou looks down at you, still amazed at how oblivious you are. He eventually lays his head next to yours, grunting as his head hits the ground. “Ow,” he grumbles, having hit it harder than he intended. You laugh at the whack  sound his head makes, spinning into a fit of laughter when he starts whispering profanities at the ground. 

“Hey, what are you laughing at, princess? You think it’s funny?” You wipe away a tear as your laughs turn into sniffles. 

“Maybe a little bit,” you laugh again. 

“Uh huh. You ticklish, sweetheart?” he smirks, your face paling at his threat. 

“Shi-,” you barely get anything out before he has you pinned, hands attacking your sides. 

“N-no! Please s-stop! I can’t take it!” You cry, the tickling so intense your eyes fill with tears.

“If you want me to stop, make me,” he smiles smugly. 

Having gained a new wave of confidence, you take your knee up to his groin and rub against his bulge, eliciting a moan from Bakugou, distracting him just long enough to flip your bodies so you now straddled him. 

Now he’s the one to be taken aback by your sudden change of attitude. “Where’d this come from?” He asks, his hands settling on your hips. 

You lean forward, your hands finding his chest underneath his heavy pelt as you bring your face just inches from his. “You were the one that said I should ‘live a little’, right? That’s what I’m doing.” 

He smirks, hands gripping tighter to your thighs. “Alright then brat, show me whatcha got.”

You lock your lips against his, his breath hot against your nose as you start to grind against him. He lets out a breathy moan, giving you enough space to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. It’s not long before the bulge in his pants is now straining against the fabric.

You slowly remove his pelt, revealing a well-built but scarred chest. You move your lips to his neck, gently sucking on the skin just beneath his jaw. 

“Fuck,” he groans as you suck on his sweet spot. You trail your kisses down his chest, leaving love bites in your wake. 

“You done this before?” Bakugou looks down at you, your hands now grasping the waistband of his pants. 

“N-no,” you stutter. “I only know what the entertainers in town have told me.” he replies with a weak tch as you continue. 

You undo his belt and slip his pants along with his boxers down around his ankles, his cock springing free from the confining material. Your eyes go wide at the size of him, never having seen a dick in person before. Noticing your hesitation, he smirks down at you. 

“What, don’t tell me you’re gonna back out now,” he laughs tauntingly. “We’re just ge—fuuuuck!” His face tenses as you lick a long stripe against the underside of his cock. 

You slowly coax his hardened member into your mouth, throat clenching as you slowly start sliding it in and out. You start at a steady pace, using your hand where your mouth can’t reach. Bakugou moans as you grow used to the size of him, taking more of him into your mouth inch by inch. Bakugou slowly starts to buck his hips up into your mouth, beginning to face fuck you as your throat clenches with every thrust. Your eyes brim with tears as the tip repeatedly hits the back of your windpipe. Your core begins to ache with neglect as Bakugou’s hips begin to stutter.

“F-fuck, I’m going to come,” he breathes as he thrusts into your mouth a handful more times before your mouth is filled with his salty seed. 

You slowly slip his cock from your mouth as you gulp down the liquid, wiping your mouth as you do so.

He chuckles, smug grin returning to his face. “Not bad for a first-timer,” he says, flipping you both so that he’s now straddling your hips.

He leans in next your ear and whispers “My turn,” as he bites down on your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

He kisses up your neck and jaw to your lips, pressing his body to yours. He momentarily breaks the kiss, his hands snaking under your dress, pulling it up over your shoulders, revealing your bare chest.

He trails kisses down your neck softly sucking, leaving love bites as you did to him. One of his hands makes its way to your already hard nipple, lightly tugging on it while his tongue swirls your other bud, eliciting a small moan from you. 

He continues his assault down your front, kissing your soft curves as his lips reach your waistline. His vermillion eyes meet yours as his fingers hook the band of your underwear and slide them down until they’re discarded on the ground, his lips never leaving your body.

He kisses your inner thighs, sending shivers up your spine, your mouth now agape as your core aches with want.

“Already so wet for me,” he coos, warm breath fanning your now bare cunt.

You moan, shifting your legs open wider, giving Bakugou better access. He kisses your now soaking heat, slowly prodding you open with his tongue. 

“Pl-please go slow,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his slightly damp hair. 

He reaches a hand up to your face, slowly stroking your cheek reassuringly. 

“Don’t worry princess, I know what I’m doing.” he replies, sliding his hand back down to your waist. 

“Let me know if you’re ever in pain, okay? I’ll stop immediately.”

You give him a curt nod as he slips his index finger into his mouth, turning his attention back to what’s in front of him. 

He slowly slides his finger into you, causing you to clench in discomfort. He stays still for a moment before he slowly starts sliding his finger in and out of your heat, already dripping with your arousal. After a short while he adds in a second finger, his eyes continuously flicking up to your face to gauge your reactions. 

Your eyes are clenched in pleasure, soft moans and mumbles of his name falling from your mouth. “K-Katsuki,” you start, slowly opening your eyes.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He asks, still sliding his now coated fingers in and out of you. 

“Please fuck me,” your cheeks flush at your outburst. 

He smirks at that, sliding his fingers out of you, as you sigh at the loss of contact. He licks his fingers clean and pulls himself up to you, kissing you more fervently this time. 

You taste yourself on your tongue as you moan, Bakugou slipping his tongue into your mouth. He reaches down to himself pumping his cock several times, long since hard again. He lines up with your entrance, breaking your kiss momentarily. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, meeting your gaze.

You eagerly nod, as he does as well. He slowly slides himself into you, as you wince with pain. His eyes never leave you, even as your eyes close as you focus on the mild pain as he slowly stretches you. You start to relax as he bottoms out, stilling there for a moment to give you time to adjust. 

After a heavy sigh from you, he begins to move, slowly at first, barely sliding several inches in and out of you. 

“You can move, Katsuki,” you breathe. 

He grunts in agreeance as he picks up the pace, balls slapping against your heat as he nestles his face into the crook of your shoulder. 

It isn’t long before you feel a knot in your stomach, on the verge of coming undone. 

“Katsuki, I–” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continues to pound into you. 

You come with a flash of white, clenching around him as your vision blurs. The feeling of you squeezing around him so tightly sends Bakugou over the edge not long after, a strangled moan leaving him as he paints your insides white. 

After several more thrusts he slips himself from you, collapsing next to you, quickly pulling you to his warm chest. 

You two stay like that for a bit, both lightly panting from your orgasms. You slowly curl yourself into him, his arm wrapping around you as your sigh. 

“My offer still stands. You can come with us, you know.” He breaks the silence, as you slowly look up at him. 

His eyes meet yours as you quickly turn away, cheeks pink with slight embarrassment.

“I feel like I’d slow you guys down,” you sigh, readjusting yourself as the cold night air starts to register. “Besides, I don’t know if I’d even be useful.”

He rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t ask you along if I didn’t want you there. I feel like you’d be able to help funnel people out while Kirishima and I handle the rest. You’re good with people, right? You’d be able to do a lot of fucking good, (Y/N). And besides, your work is too damn amazing to stay locked away here. Don’t stay cramped up in this little town the rest of your life. Do something, you know?” He says gruffly. 

You lay in silence for a moment, processing his proposal. You pull yourself to a sitting position, and Bakugou shortly follows suit. 

You turn to him, pulling his face to yours and kiss him gently. 

“You know what? Sure. Why not?” You grin, filled with fresh resolve. 

He smirks at that, pulling you back to his chest as he lays back down in the cool grass. He reaches for a discarded item of clothing and wipes the both of you up. He throws you your dress and you slip it back on, as he finds some clothing to put back on as well.

Using each other for warmth, sleep takes you both, sunrise still a handful of hours away. 

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You awake with the sun, hazy oranges and purples dancing behind your eyelids as the sun drags up over the horizon. You pull yourself up, stretching as you yawn away your drowsiness. 

You look down at Bakugou, his mouth slightly agape as he slowly stirs awake. You smile, thinking about all the things you hoped to do. Sight-seeing, exploring new foods, selling your trinkets to new markets of people; the opportunities seem endless. 

“Hey! Glad to see you’re awake! I stopped by earlier but you two were still passed out, so I went into town and got some food!” You hear Kirishima’s voice to your left, his arms full of cloth sacks, presumably filled with food. 

“Good morning,” you reply, voice still thick with sleep as he hands you a bag. 

He sits to the right of you, Bakugou stirring on your left as you open the bag and start eating. 

Bakugou eventually sits up, rubbing his eyes as Kirishima hands him a sack as well, Bakugou muttering a low “thank you” as he still struggles to wake up. 

The three of you sit in silence for a while, as you all finish up your food. 

Bakugou is the first to speak up, setting his discarded wrappings on the ground beside him. “(Y/N) here’s going to join us, she can help evacuate people as we do the rest.”

“Sweet! You’ll fit right in!” Kirishima smiles, wrapping an arm around you.

“I do have to collect my things from town, and say goodbye to everyone, but I’m ready to go after that!” you smile back, taking a sip of water.

Bakugou stands up, taking everyone’s discarded food wrappings and throwing them into a sack as the three of you clean up camp.

As day breaks, the three of you make your way into town, conversing along the way.

Before long you reach Tengoku, the sun now high above your heads as you make your way to the inn. It doesn’t take long to pack your small number of things. You don’t have much more than a week’s worth of clothing, a hand-carved hairbrush, and a handful of figurines, as well as a couple of knives. 

The three of you walk back to the front desk, returning your key to the innkeeper, exchanging pleasantries and a tearful goodbye. 

You slowly make your rounds around Tengoku, wishing everyone well and promising you’d be back. 

The hardest person to leave is of course Tenshi.

At present she’s at the local shrine, paying her respects. The three of you stop at the bottom of the steps, as to not disturb her. 

“Can you guys give me a minute?” You ask hesitantly, placing your bag on the ground. The pair of men nod as you slowly make your way to the top of the shrine. 

“Hey Tenshi,” you start, gently placing a shaky hand on her shoulder. She opens her eyes and stands from her kneeling position and turns to you, tears welling in her eyes. 

She smiles softly, taking your hands in hers. “I was just praying for you,” she says, slowly rubbing circles into the backs of your hands. “I spoke with Inari this morning, and she told me what you set out to do, and I’m so very proud of you, (Y/N).” she gleams. 

You smile and bring her small frame to yours in a tight embrace, failing to hold back tears.

“You'll be back,” she says as you both pull away. “I know you will.”

You smile at that, knowing she knew better than anyone what the future holds. 

You make your way back down the steps, eyes still slightly puffy as you reach Kirishima and Bakugou. 

“You good?” Bakugou asks, handing you your duffel bag. 

You nod, assuring him you’d be fine. Kirishima hands off his bags to Bakugou and starts to stretch out his limbs as Bakugou drops the bags next to you. 

Your thoughts are pulled to Kirishima as you see him out of the corner of your eye stretching. You give him a sideways glance, slightly confused at what he was doing. 

Bakugou observes you and snorts. “Hey I promised you a dragon, didn’t I? He can’t transform if his damn limbs are stiff.”

You mouth an “oh” as Kirishima takes a deep breath and his skin begins to darken to a crimson red. 

A tail slowly protrudes from his lower back as he begins to grow in size. His arms lengthen to match his legs as they progressively become longer and thicker, ends coming to sharp onyx claws. His face elongates into a snout, his mouth lined with the same jagged teeth he adorns in his human form. Wings twice the length of his now massive body protrude from his back, varying shades of crimson and black, a scar running along the crease of his left wing. He shakes himself out, his scales catching the sunlight, reflecting tinges of black and purple. 

Honestly, you’re awestruck. You’ve never seen something so massive and beautiful in your life. Bakugou’s eyes never leave you, admiring your face of wonder. You slowly make your way around to Kirishima’s front, his eyes catching yours as he brings his face level with you. Your eyes immediately land on his notable scar over his right eye, and you reach out to it, brushing your hand over his face. You walk back around to his side, dragging your palm against his scaly skin as you walk back to Bakugou. 

“W-wow,” is all you can utter as Bakugou chuckles. 

“He is somethin’, huh? Let’s get going.” He replies, hoisting you onto Kirishima’s back. 

He tosses you the remaining bags and pulls himself up as well, settling himself directly in front of you. You take one more glance back at the shrine, Tenshi now waving at you. You wave back, flashing Tenshi a toothy grin. You then turn to face Bakugou, your arms snaking around his thin waist. His muscles tense under you as he slaps Kirishima’s back, signaling it was time to go. 

Without time to register, Kirishima shoots up into the sky, your hands finding purchase on Bakugou’s pelt as you hold on for dear life. As quickly as it starts it’s over, Kirishima leveling out amongst the clouds. 

It’s breathtaking. The heat of the day melts away as the air pressure drops, the clouds breezing by. You feel like you could float on endlessly, and with Bakugou at your fingertips and Kirishima securely beneath you, you feel like you’re in heaven. 

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Request from my AO3 page by Kittynation08:  Hello, i was wondering if you could please do kaminari x reader x kirishima in the fantasy au with nsfw please. Like they are going around with bakugou and kirishima goes into his rut and then kaminari joins in as well. Thank you and i really enjoy your fic

Pairing: Dragon!Kirishima x F!Reader x Dragon!Kaminari 

Word Count: 3.8k

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“DAMN IT, YOU TWO!” Bakugou roars at the pair of mighty dragons in front of him as if they were mere fleas. The larger dragon, red scaled with black arched horns and claws, bows his head in shame and apology at the raging blonde barbarian. The smaller dragon, yellow scaled with no horns but a distinctly shaped patch of black scales along his neck, presses his belly and the underside of his jaw against the ground while averting his gaze from the man. 

What was supposed to be a successful and easy raid turned into a disaster when Bakugou Katsuki’s dragons got too worked up and began aggressively fighting each other when one had gotten too close to the other. The fiasco allowed a band of soldiers to escape with a large portion of his loot and, needless to say, the man was not pleased by it. 

“What are your problems?! I’ll kill you both if you don’t knock it the hell off!” Bakugou continues to fume. A moment passes under his furious glare before the dragons’ bodies release thick clouds of steam. The hot wind blows Katsuki’s hair back, but he otherwise doesn’t budge and impatiently glares ahead.

Two men emerge from the steam clouds, covering their bare bodies with silks and furs used as makeshift saddles in their dragon forms. The red dragon, now a tall red-haired man with a broad chest and shoulders, rubs the back of his neck and bares his sharp teeth in a sheepish smile. His name is Eijirou Kirishima. 

“Sorry, man. It’s… that time of the year ya know?” He says. Katsuki grinds his teeth and growls at them. 

“No, obviously I don’t know.” Bakugou barks back. 

“Mating season.” The other man fills in the blank, once the striking yellow dragon and now a man more slender than the other with yellow hair bearing a distinctly shaped black patch, and yellow eyes, “It’s our ruts. Our hormones are going insane.”  At the blunt explanation, Bakugou’s head dips back in surprise and his ears tinge red at the tips but he covers his embarrassment with a loud scoff.

“Well you listen to me, not your damn hormones. If you can’t keep from trying to bite each other’s heads off then you’re of no fucking use to me, so go deal with it and don’t come back until you do!” He shouts at the two men before stalking off angrily. Kirishima and Kaminari stare awkwardly at each other for a moment. 

“And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down.” Kaminari lilts, smiling contagiously. Kirishima can’t suppress his laughter and shakes his head, turning in the opposite direction of Katsuki and cocking his head at Kaminari to follow. 

“C’mon, we’d better get out of here and ‘deal with it’ before Katsuki really loses it.” 

They both walk into the forest and separate to search for relief from the growing heat building up in them. As time passes, and the setting sun burns out into dusk to reveal the luminous full moon, Eijirou begins to sweat from the heat radiating from his tense body as the bestial desire within him becomes restless with hunger. The core of the heat screams for attention between his legs and strains against the fabric of his pants; Eijirou becomes hyper aware of the feeling of his clothes against his body, the sound of the breeze grazing by his ears, and the smell of—. 

Eijirou stiffens completely, pupils blowing with lust, and grinds his teeth against the shudder that runs through his body directly to his groin.

A woman.  

Kirishima immediately begins following the scent, thoughts becoming duller and hazier as the alluring scent permeates his senses. He soon finds you near the Enchanted Lake, humming softly to yourself as you pick the coveted fruits and berries from trees and bushes taking nutrients from the lake’s mystical waters through their roots. Your neck is exposed and your shirt reveals the valley between your breasts that travels tantalizingly down beneath. You look absolutely delectable. 

“Don’t you know the Enchanted Lake is dangerous?” You hear a husky voice growl out, startling you. Your gaze snaps up from your basket of fruits to see a young man emerging from the surrounding forest. His crimson eyes are fixed on you in an intense stare, his beautifully tanned skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, and his broad, bare chest heaving up and down slowly with purposeful breaths. He continues to approach you, and you can see the muscles tensing along his body. 

“So I’ve been told…” You answer. Before this man who exudes such a male presence you find yourself feeling like the only woman in the world and you aren’t sure if that’s a good or bad thing. You slowly stand to meet the handsome stranger as he stops in front of you. It seems like he almost reaches out for you, but he stops himself before he does. His strong scent reminds you of autumn leaves and a crackling campfire. It starts to intoxicate you and you breathe in more deeply. 

“What are you doing out here?” He asks lowly, gaze dropping to travel the length of your body.  You suppress a shudder. In the back of your mind you know you should be wary of this strange man, but there’s something so mystical about him and your grip on those thoughts start to slip. 

“What are you?” You ask, voice no stronger than a breathy whisper. The red-haired man doesn’t seem bothered that you ignored his question. Instead, the corners of his lips pull upwards into a smile, revealing his sharp teeth. You gasp quietly at the sight of them and he chuckles, reaching up to  take a strand of your hair between his fingertips. 

“Take a guess.” He responds playfully. His head dips down of its own accord to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, hand in your hair falling to grip gently at your waist. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hot skin brushing against yours. There, he takes a long, deep breath. You smell absolutely incredible. When he exhales, it comes out almost like a growl. 

You open your eyes to look at him and you catch the sight of red scales gathered over the back of his neck. His grip on your waist tightens a little and you suddenly feel the prodding of sharp nails in your skin. The man goes rigid and he forces himself back from you. When you see his face, it’s twisted in concentration and almost… pain?

“Sorry.” He grunts out, peeking one eye open to look at you and mustering a charming smile, “I don’t mean to scare you. I’m not usually like this.”

His breath hitches again and he closes his eyes with another grunt. Before your eyes, two glossy black rigid horns emerge from his head of red hair, curving upward and glinting in the moonlight. “Don’t get the wrong idea about dragons because of me, okay?” Your eyes widen at his revelation.

“You’re... a dragon?” You speak in disbelief, eyes widening in awe and wonder. You’ve longed for this moment your entire life, but never did you imagine your dream would ever come to fruition. You’re a seeker of knowledge; all things rare and unfamiliar are beautiful to you, but dragons… dragons always fascinated you the most. Little is known about them since so few men ever lived to document their observations or encounters with them, yet here one stands before you in human form— you didn’t even know dragons had human forms. And his is rather… well endowed, you notice as you glance down at the none-too-subtle erection the man is sporting with a blush.

You realize that spring has begun, referred to by many the season of “new life”. He must be affected by the breeding season. The thought has you feeling a bit hot and bothered with shameful images crossing your mind. 

“I… I’ve always been fascinated with dragons.” You admit shyly, looking at the man through your eyelashes. He looks back at you and clenches his jaw before letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Don’t say things like that right now, gorgeous.” He warns, “It’s hard enough already not to…” The man trails off, a blush coloring his cheeks. You can’t help but giggle at his out-of-place bashfulness. 

“Maybe you could… teach me a thing or two about dragons.” You suggest with as much nonchalance as you can muster, slowly reaching up to brush your fingers against the hard ridges of his black horns. He lets out a harsh breath and closes his eyes in pleasure, giving you a thrilling sense of empowerment. 

“You want to know more about me?” He asks in a low, husky tone. He looks down at you with heated crimson eyes as he takes your wrist and pulls it from his horns to his lips, “Who am I to deny you? We can come to know each other very intimately.”

He pulls your wrist over his shoulder, bringing you flush against his broad, firm chest. Instinctively, you brace your other hand against his chest and feel how hot his skin is. The man dips his head beside yours and he nibbles on your earlobe before gently latching his lips to the skin just below it and sucking gently. Your breath catches and you tilt your head to allow him more access, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. 

“What’s your name?” You ask. He pulls away, lips quirked up into a smile and he tilts his head slightly while he looks from your tempting lips to your eyes.

“Eijirou.” He answers, and you repeat it softly, enjoying the way it leaves your lips. He seems to enjoy the sound just as much as you, and he suddenly leans in dangerously close, trapping you within his mesmerizing eyes like wildfire. “This is your last chance to stop me.” He warns in a low voice that nearly makes you shudder. You can feel his breath on your skin and his hands latch onto your hips. 

“Sorry, no objections here.” You smile, reaching on your tiptoes and pressing your lips firmly to his. He returns the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, his grip tightening on you and pulling you closer. He coaxes your lips apart and as his tongue teases yours, you taste the heat— almost like spices. The two of you break apart breathing heavily, and you see his eyes darkened with lust and primal desire. 

“And your name?” He asks, nipping at your bottom lip. You answer and he swallows your name in another breathtaking kiss. He becomes rougher, kissing and marking down your neck while his hands slide up your waist to cup at your breasts through your shirt. You run your hands along his chest, scratching lightly along his stomach, over his nipples, and around his back where you feel the rough texture of scales here and there. Eijirou relishes in your touch, growling against your skin as he kisses along your neck and the exposed expanse of your chest and collar bones. 

The two of you sink to the cool dirt and Eijirou pulls your shirt away from your body, large hands engulfing your breasts and massaging them. He sucks and kisses at your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin while his thumb and forefinger rolls and pinches your nipple between them, drawing out a small moan from you as you arch your back into his touch. He nudges your thighs apart to rest over his hips on either side and you feel his hardness pressing against your excited heat. 

As he dips down to bring your nipple into his mouth, his hips rut against yours and his length rubs deliciously against your clit through your tight cloth pants. A moan escapes you again and you reach to grasp his horns, grinding your hips up into his in return. He groans and sucks harshly on your nipple, making you give a small yelp and buck your hips again into his. He shudders when you grip his horns tightly and pulls away from you to rip your pants and undergarments from your body, leaving you completely bare before him. 

The way he stares at your body makes you grow wetter with anticipation and excitement. Eijirou caresses your thigh, scratching lightly at the insides with his nails as he gently parts your legs. He takes in a deep breath, smelling your arousal, and lets out a long, low groan. His fingers trace your wet opening, teasing your entrance and rubbing over your clit before he slowly sinks two fingers inside you without any resistance, and you moan out in desire. He pumps his fingers in you for a few moments, scissoring them inside you, before pulling them out.

"I can't wait any longer." He murmurs, voice thick with lust as he discards his pants to reveal his need. He's thick and so hard you can see the veins along the side. You honestly aren’t sure how he'll fit inside you, but the thought oddly turns you on. Eijirou kisses you before turning you onto your belly. You get the hint and quickly slide your knees up beneath you to raise your core into the air as a presentation to him. The sound he makes when you do this is animalistic and raw, and suddenly you feel his body drape over yours, hot chest baring down on your upper body and jaw clamping down on the junction of your shoulder and neck. 

Your body twitches in anticipation, but only for a few seconds before you feel the large head of his cock pressing into your wet opening. He pushes his hips into yours, his rock hard cock sliding deeper within you and stretching you until your mouth is gaping open and your nails are digging into the cool dirt for something to ground yourself with. 

You've never felt so full. Eijirou is quick to begin thrusting into you with deep, pulsing thrusts that don't see more than an inch or two of his length leaving you. You feel lost for breath as he sharply thrusts against the deepest part of your core, his girth rubbing against your walls in the most pleasurable way. You hardly recognize your own voice in the moans Eijirou draws from you. 

Eijirou withdraws from your neck and you hear and feel his harsh panting in your ear. His breath is hot, and you see wisps of dark smoke curling around your neck from his breaths, reminding you of what he is and sparking a surge of even more arousal in your core. He starts pulling back more, thrusting more fully into you and you hear the slap of his skin against yours. The change in force has you crying out beneath him and pushing your hips back into his, making him grunt and moan. One arm wraps around your hips and pulls them flush against his while he begins to rub at your throbbing clit.

"F-fuck! Eijirou…" You moan out desperately, hips jerking at the new sensation, though his grip tightens to keep them still against his onslaught of pleasure. He lets out a loud groan when you tighten around him from the added pleasure. With the added stimulation, you feel the coil in your lower belly tightening quickly. "Sh-Shit, I'm—" You try to hold yourself together, to pull your hips away from his devilish fingers that are hurling you to the edge so damn quickly, but it only presses you further against him and him further into you. You gasp. 

"Eijirou!" You nearly scream at the sensations, but just as the coil within you is about to snap, Eijirou stills completely. You nearly cry out at the sudden loss right at the critical moment, but the chilling sound of the furious growl that you feel against your back from Eijirou stops you immediately. You whip your head around and gasp in shock when you see another man at the edge of the clearing, watching you. In panic, you try to scramble out from under Eijirou, but he grips you with enough force to stop a lion and holds you against him, though he drapes his body over yours in a way to hide your indecency. 

"Kaminari" is the only thing you can make out between Eijirou's rumbling snarls. It must be the man's name because he responds. He moves closer despite Eijirou's obvious protests, albeit cautiously. He's handsome; leaner than Eijirou but alluring in an almost cat-like way. 

"C'mon, man." He calls out in a pleading voice, reaching down to palm at his groin as if he can’t help himself, "There's no one else around here for miles and even if there was I wouldn't smell them over you two. You know how much torture it is to witness this without any relief of my own?" 

He looks terribly hot and bothered. You find yourself rubbing your legs together out of sympathy just looking at him, eliciting a mix between a groan and hiss from Eijirou as he tries to stand his ground. You then notice the yellow scales lining the stranger's arms and shoulders and realize he too must be a dragon with the way he interacts with Eijirou as if he knows him well. The thought has you excited, and that excitement throbs all the way down to your filled core, causing Eijirou to dig his nails into your skin. 

"Eijirou…?" You whisper softly, not taking your eyes off Kaminari. He seems to understand what you're asking. His hand runs along your thigh in response as he mulls it over. Now that he's had some relief, he has a tiny bit of clarity that agrees to give mercy to his friend. And to you as well it seems. 

Eijirou hums at Kaminari and lifts your upper body gently onto your hands before resuming to softly thrust into your heat to rekindle the burning embers of your prior passion. The sight of yellow eyes on you makes your body tingle in awareness and you try to muffle your moan in embarrassment. Kaminari's lips twitch upward in a mesmerized grin before he slowly advances toward you again, disrobing as he does. He's not as thick as Eijirou, but he has considerable length with a slight curve. 

He pumps himself as he takes the final steps towards you. Eijirou growls slightly and thrusts a little harder and faster into you, making you squeak, but does nothing else to stop Kaminari. You stare hungrily up at him as he gets in front of you and caresses your jaw softly. You brace a hand against his thigh and lean to lick at his cock. He sighs out in pleasure when you take the reddened head into your mouth and suck gently. You ease him further into you mouth until you feel him against the back of your throat and Kaminari grips your hair in his hands and he groans loudly. Eijirou begins to thrust harder, rocking your body and bobbing your head up and down Kaminari's length. Kaminari's hands help keep your rhythm to Eijirou's thrusts and you start sucking at him fervently once you're comfortable. Kaminari's head tips back and he pants out in grunts and moans, tugging at your hair and running his fingers along your scalp in a way that has you moaning as well around him. 

Fingers find their way to your clit once again and another pinches your nipple in tandem, and you shriek in surprise and overwhelming pleasure. Eijirou's fingers rub at your sensitive pearl with a speed and precision that has tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the white-hot pleasure. You pull off Kaminari’s cock and cry out desperately, bucking back into Eijirou.

"Ei- Eijirou, I can't— I'm— Ah!!! I'm cumming!" You babble before closing your eyes tightly and letting out a high-pitched moan when you finally are thrown off the edge, tumbling into absolute bliss.

Eijirou grunts in approval, thrusts never slowing, and grabs your arms to pull you up fully onto your knees. You can only moan and whimper as he rides your orgasm out, the only thing preventing you from falling face first into the ground a limp, blissful mess being Eijirou holding you up by your arms. Eijirou suddenly bites down hard on your shoulder and buries himself within you as far he can manage and releases into your heat with a guttural moan.

He pulls out of you slowly, and you feel the product of your passion dripping down your thighs. The spent redhead falls backward to lean against a large rock behind him while breathing heavily. You open your eyes to see Kaminari in front of you, pumping himself quickly to the sight of you so blissed out. You beckon him and he wastes no time in getting on his haunches, gently pushing at your shoulders to lie in Eijirou's lap as he yanks your thighs over his. 

You moan from the oversensitivity when Kaminari rubs himself along your soaking folds, bumping your clit and giving you shocks of pleasure. You feel Eijirou's hands run along your chest and cup at your breasts, and then Kaminari pushes within you, reaching a depth that leaves you breathless. When he withdraws, the curve of his cock drags against your sweet spot and you yelp, thighs jerking against his grip. He grins at your reaction and squeezes your thighs excitedly. Kaminari starts thrusts quickly in and out of you until you're seeing stars with a fast-approaching second orgasm. 

"Kami— n-nari…" You groan, reaching down to grab his wrists on your thighs for something to ground yourself with. "O-oh!" 

"Shit," Kaminari groans, thrusting frantically as he approaches his release. The feeling of his blunt nails digging into the meat of your inner thighs and scratching electrifies your core with pleasure-pain and you cum hard, clamping tightly down onto Kaminari with a shout. Kaminari joins in right along with you, pressing himself as far against you as he can while his cock releases thick spurts of cum inside you.

Kaminari collapses onto your equally limp body, still within you and breathing heavily. You close your eyes tiredly and smile at the relaxing feeling of Eijirou carding his fingers through your hair and along your scalp. 

"So," Eijirou begins and you can hear the smile in his voice, "Did you learn what you wanted to about dragons?"

You giggle in response and open your eyes to stare up into his warm, red eyes. "Absolutely. All that and more." 

"Ah, this was to learn more about us, was it? Well maybe it doesn't have to be your last lesson then." Kaminari suggests, voice muffled from his place between your breasts, eyes still shut in contented afterglow. You bite your lip and grin at his words.

"I am quite the avid learner.” 

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A Name That You'll Remember by Heronfem

Kirishima Eijirou is a Hero. Bakugou Katsuki... is not. Trapped in his toxic workplace and increasingly desperate to get out, Red Riot's days are only brightened by a new villain known as Caution, who's not exactly villainous and keeps accidentally doing good deeds. But when a real villain appears, a threat from the past that demands that Red Riot make the ultimate sacrifice to keep the public safe, Bakugou is forced into saving the day... and eventually, Red Riot himself.

Part 1 of Won't Go Quietly

Freshly Ground Coffee by arxaris

Bakugou had been going to BeansPot Coffe for a long time. A hole-in-the-wall coffee shop in the middle of the city, the place was a wonderfully well-kept secret – at least in Bakugou’s opinion. And that’s exactly how he liked it. Coffee with a side of quiet, blissful anonymity had become his favorite way to start his work day. Which was why he was instantly on guard when he walked in one morning to see a new face standing behind the counter. Well, actually, first he saw his hair.

Stop-sign red and styled up into spikes, it looked ridiculous against the cream-colored walls of the shop. Between that and the way-too-wide smile that stretched across his face, he was almost hard to look at directly.

Too goddamn bright for this early in the morning.

Or, pro-hero Ground Zero had a morning routine that he liked perfectly fine, thank you very much. That is, until a bright-eyed new barista showed up to throw a wrench in it, one caramel latte at a time.

sparks by helwolves 🔴

“I’m just really happy,” Eijirou says. He sighs shakily and then all but collapses onto Katsuki, burying his face against the vulnerable spot at the base of his throat. “Ah, you smell so good,” he says, trailing off into a soft growl. “They say that means you’ll be really compatible with your rider, you know... Is it the same for men?”

Alternately: "they can't show us Bakugou riding a dragon that might be Kirishima and NOT expect me to want him to fuck it."

Part 1 of sparks, etc.

Blood of my Hand by PurplePersnickety

Eijirou is a half dragon, stuck in a cage, unable to shift from his human form. Then a bad-tempered barbarian arrives on the scene, Eijirou makes a blood pact he'll probably regret, and he learns that finding a missing friend of his might just tie into the fate of the world.

Katsuki is a mountain clan outcast, and if he ever wants to return then he must meet the demands of the Queen and bring back the head of a dragon. Then Katsuki meets the most irritating lizard, makes a blood pact he'll probably regret, and learns that- wait? The world? Oh fuck.

quote love unquote by newamsterdam

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

A Dragon's Hoard by chezka

There was a lizard in Kirishima’s room.

A scaley, clawed, fanged lizard. A fifty centimeters long, red, winged lizard.

A dragon, there was a dragon in the middle of the floor of Kirishima’s room.

Bakugou blinked slowly, a hand curled around the door’s handle and one foot still out in the hallways. He looked at the dragon, the dragon looked back at him.

“What the fuck,” Bakugou whispered.

take your broken wings and fly by bwyn

Rifts—man, he hates these things. They look misty, but are dry; they look hot, but feel cold as a winter chill. They’re the exact opposite of what his eyes assume. It’s like some sort of sensory illusion. To top it all off, if he thinks about them too long, the space behind his eyes starts to throb. Not worth it.

The hawk takes off without prompting the closer Eijirou gets. Goosebumps prickle across his skin at the waft of cool air.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” grunts Eijirou as his skin goes hard around his hands.

Part 1 of Tales from the Rift

The Beauty of a Beast by starofjems

Once upon a time a lonely beast lived in a manor deep in the forest. He dreamed of the day his true love appeared to break his curse... When a beauty finally appears in his life, it is not quite as he imagined. For who could have thought a beauty would be more of a beast.

Or

The beauty and the beast AU nobody asked for but here it is.

Broomsticks by ComiclzWrites 🔴

Local witch Bakugo Katsuki doesn't have many friends and he'd like to keep it that way but the shop that he gets all his ingredients from has a new delivery boy that might just work his way into Bakugo's fiery little heart.

AKA: Bakugo Katuski is a witch, Kirishima Eijirou is his delivery boy, and this is the story of how they fell in love.

Broken Bridges by DeathBelle 🔴

After years of working abroad, Kirishima moves back to Japan to open his own agency, and things seem to be going well. There’s plenty of work, he gains popularity quickly, and it’s a relief to be back in his home country. Everything is perfect, until he runs into Bakugou on the scene of a villain attack.

Bakugou had been his best friend at U.A., but the two of them haven’t spoken for years. That had been Bakugou’s decision, not Kirishima’s, and he's still a little hurt by it. Regardless, it’s easy to put that aside in favor of rekindling his friendship with Bakugou. They fall back into a routine and it’s as if nothing has changed; including Kirishima’s old feelings for his best friend. When a new pair of villains starts picking off heroes one by one, Kirishima feels that he and Bakugou are the best heroes to take the case. All the extra time they spend together hunting villains is great, except Kirishima feels like his heart is being ripped out every time Bakugou looks at him.

Kneel by deviance 🔴

“Bakugou?”

Bakugou shuffled on his feet, hovering over Kirishima and looking at the ground with stormy eyes. He glanced up to glare at Kirishima, a silent dare to call him out on his odd behavior no doubt. Kirishima forced himself not to tense. Whatever Bakugou wanted, he was about to show him and Kirishima had to get this right. Bakugou was all about showing and not telling.

Kirishima nearly bit his tongue to keep in a squawk of surprise when Bakugou suddenly dropped to his knees next to him, shuffling forward until he could press his forehead to his thigh and hide his face against Kirishima's leg. Kirishima opened his mouth, questions on the tip of his tongue, and he barely managed to catch them before they could be given voice. Bakugou was trembling minutely, his entire frame so tense his muscles were twitching under Kirishima's gaze.

“Just. Don't say anything,” Bakugou muttered, hands clenching in his lap tightly. “Please,” he whispered, a short choked sound.

The Lost Continent by cattchi, paglykos 🔴

Kirishima Eijirou is from a noble family of pirate exterminators. Bakugou Katsuki is rising as one of the most fearsome pirates on the seas.

When a trade goes awry, Kirishima finds himself cast among Bakugou's crew, having to learn the ropes and the sea as they chase after All Might's infamous hidden treasure.

Of Ghosts and other Inaccurate Things by chezka

A week before the sports festival found Bakugou walking back home in the late afternoon, sunset light making his scowl even more menacing and drawing a long shadow right in front of him.

Someone was walking by his side.

There was no second shadow on the floor beside his own to confirm this, but if he kept his focus on the street ahead and carefully avoided trying to look to his left, he could consistently make out black hair swishing in the wind and strong arms leading to hands sunk in pants’ pockets. The edges were blurry, but there was definitely someone at his side.

Tell Me I'm Yours by arxaris 🔴

Bakugou was going a little crazy. He could grudgingly admit that it was at least in part his own fault; moving in with his best friend maybe hadn’t been the best idea. At first, it sounded great. The rent would be cheaper, grocery shopping and cooking for two would be way more convenient, and it would be easier for the two of them to hang out. The only thing was, Bakugou forgot to consider how the joys of moving in with his aforementioned best friend might be dampened by the fact that he was madly in love with him.

Alternatively: Kirishima Eijirou is a goddamn tease and there's no way he doesn't know what he's doing.

Part 1 of tell me i'm yours

Fire in the Storm by Vagabond for Shippeh 🔴

Bakugo Katsuki is a stubborn bastard and does what you should never do: splits the party. He gets caught in a rainstorm and seeks shelter in a cave which yields an interesting discovery in the form of a shape-changing stranger.

Or: Kirishima is a dragon, and Bakugo seeks shelter in his lair.

i'm going to the forest to kick my own ass by WannabeMarySue

“What the fuck,” he mutters, quietly but with feeling.

He stomps over and picks it up. Emotional Intelligence for Dummies glares up at him in garish yellow font.

“What the fuck,” he repeats, louder and with more feeling.

(or, todoroki tries to play a prank, but jokes on him, because bakugou is fueled by complex emotions like Anger and Winning).

Kitsune Bakugo and Oni Kiri (Inu x Boku SS AU) by ComiclzWrites 🔴

The Maison de Ayakashi is a high security apartment building where humans with demon or yōkai ancestors reside, each guarded by their own Secret Service bodyguard. Bakugo stuck with the ancestor of the Kitsune has been moved into the apartment as his parents last ditch effort to fix his aggressive personality; his hired bodyguard Kirishima the ancestor of the Oni seems determined to turn his world upside-down.

Everglow by Maplefudge

Eijirou and Katsuki are known to be a formidable duo, one being a dragon shifter, the other a powerful human with explosive magic. They work together as if it's second nature, and the nations know their names. However, it hasn’t always been like that.

aka

The story of how Eijirou and Katsuki accidentally formed a life bond with each other and ended up as reluctant partners.

'Cause the Dark's Not Taking Prisoners Tonight by imatrisarahtops

“Are those soba noodles?” Kirishima asked.

Again Bakugou’s only reply was a grunt. He offered no further explanation—not that Kirishima honestly expected one—as though making soba noodles from scratch at half past four in the morning wasn’t at all a bizarre occurrence and made complete and total sense. For a fleeting moment, Kirishima even wondered if maybe he was the odd one here. Besides, he’d already decided it was generally not in his best interest to question these types of things with Bakugou, especially when it was something essentially harmless.

When Kirishima has a nightmare and is unable to fall back asleep, he accepts defeat and decides to study in the common area of the dorms. What he doesn't expect to find is Bakugou, also very much awake, and Kirishima can't help but think that maybe they're both having the same problems with sleeping. If he's worried, it's just because they're friends. (Right?)

Cranky-rishima by PurplePersnickety

"Oh, I just fell out of bed," Kirishima said, almost airily. He put one hand to the back of his neck. "But I'm good."

Katsuki squinted at him. "No you're not."

Kirishima's expression fell, and he looked down at the hand not on his neck. His fingers were trembling and he closed his hand up into a fist. "No, I'm not. Fuck it."

Part 1 of Nightmares Aren't Explodable

Engraved in your Mind by Hejter

Bakugou Katsuki lost his ability to recognize faces, so he didn’t know any of the people who stared at him, but he knew what dread looks like when he sees it, and as he looked around the crowd, every single person had exactly that written all over their face.

He looked down at the guy who was still on the ground, part of his uniform’s shirt burnt, his wounded face covered by his hands and his hair smoking slightly.

Katsuki glanced at his hands and finally realized something.

or

Kacchan is still a stubborn prick while suffering from face blindness. Also, quirk discrimination is a thing.

alternatively-

New quirk, who dis

The Weight of Your Hand by kamin

That night, to the citizens, the explosions were a jolt of fear at every blast, but to the heroes and the students of UA, they were punches and swings, fierce fighting and loud strength. The explosions were the pulse of the battle, and the power of a boy that would never back down.

One after another, explosions set a chorus through the shuddering city.

And then, suddenly—the explosions stopped.

(In which Bakugou’s kidnapping goes a little differently, and just a few seconds could change so much.)

Obsidian by PullingAllMighters

Bakugou Katsuki's a dangerous guy, even without his unnatural, fae-given magic. Used and scorned as evil everywhere he goes for having powers he didn't ask for, Bakugou wanders the world as a rogue nova, hunting beasts and criminals for survival. It's too bad that the real villains didn't take it well that he's not joining their side. But now they've framed it so he's a mass murderer, making all the other magicked humans like him look bad. Hunted and ever the loner, Bakugou meets Kirishima, a dragon who's also alone and outcast, who vows to protect him until they can either clear his name, or get far enough away that it doesn't matter.

Not that Bakugou needs him. Bakugou Katsuki doesn't need anyone, especially not some broken dragon who can't even fly.

You Got Me Bewitched, I Am Under Your Spell by 🔴 Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism

“Uh… hello?” Kirishima calls, his deep voice echoing in the room.

The witch doesn’t answer.

Not one to be discouraged by silence, even if that silence is scary as hell, Kirishima steels his nerves and steps over the threshold.

THAT the male notices. He immediately stops grinding, his head tilting to an almost forty five degree angle. It’s almost cat like. It’s absolutely eerie. He hmphs, before he calls out, “Leave.” He grabs a fistful of sour smelling leaves off the plant in front of him and drops them into his bowl.

What?! No way! Kirishima advances further, the doorway creaking under his feet. He won’t take that for an answer. “I need your help?” Frick. Why did that sound like a question when it should have been a statement?

The witch doesn’t look up again, but he swears the male rolls his eyes. “Leave. Now.”

The witch is gorgeous.

I'll Save You Myself by Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism

After Kirishima saves Bakugou from the League of Villains he can't let go of his hand. He's been holding it for hours, but his fingers are cement. Unbreakable.

Otherwise called: Fuck Eijirou, I'm The One Who Got Kidnapped, Why The Hell Are You Leaking All Over Me? And... Why Does My Heart Feel Like Its Going To Throw-up? By: Bakugou Katsuki

The Extra's Club by Sonamae

Toru is a bright ray of sunshine! At least she pretends to be. Right up until Bakugo Katsuki catches her crying in the kitchen.

Life's a Drag(on) by PurplePersnickety

"Sparky," Katsuki turned and laid a hand on Kaminari's shoulder. "I need you to know that the position of Best Man at our wedding is between you and a fucking dragon, so start psyching yourself up to fight for it."

"A what?" Kaminari repeated faintly.

Bakugou Katsuki currently experiences three major problems with his life:

1. He helped a dragon with a broken leg once and now it keeps showing up outside his house all the time. 2. He has a huge hopeless crush on the guy with the red hair and the freaky teeth who just moved into the village. 3. He has no idea what to do about either of the above.

Burden of Proof by kytrin, Mslead 🔴

All it took was one bad day. Eijiro Kirishima was slotted to be one of UA's finest detectives before he was framed for a crime he didn't commit. Now he was used to people keeping him at arms length even after he scraped the remains of his reputation back together as a private investigator. When an old serial killer returns from the past, he finds himself in the center of a case darker and more dangerous than he could have ever anticipated. Teaming up with an angry homicide detective with ties to the killer, together they are forced to rely on one another as they face old and new enemies alike rising from the shadows.

All That Glitters Is Gold by Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism 🔴

Kirishima has been enamoured with the boy next door since he met him deep in the woods by his house as a kid.

Other than the fact that Bakugou never leaves the forest, won't voice his name, is nimble like a cat, and sometimes disappears into thin air, he's a normal kid just like Kiri!

Oh... and he's goregous.

And he just keeps getting prettier as time goes on.

No Secrets to Success by kingdoms

“Hey!” Kirishima says brightly, stepping sideways to be directly in the guy’s path. “I know you!”

“Fuck off,” the guy snarls, pushing past him and barely slowing down.

Kirishima is forced to start his first semester at UA two months late. Somehow he still meets Bakugou Katsuki, makes the most of those two months, and gains a tutor, a best friend, and an exciting way to scandalize his new peers. Canon AU where Kirishima and Bakugou become friends before Kirishima meets the rest of Class 1-A.

Smoke, Spice, and Everything Nice by let_me_wander 🔴

Bakugou Katsuki is a half-incubus and knows how to play the game: to find the perfect target, enchant them, and finally feed off of them. As long as certain conditions are met, no one can refuse him. Until Kirishima Eijirou.

Looks like Bakugou will have to seduce him the old fashioned way. Unless, of course, Kirishima wins him over first.

Oh My Gods by Synnie 🔴

Kirishima is overjoyed when he learns his fields have been blessed by the Harvest God, Crimson. When Bakugo, God of War, helps himself to the Harvest God's offerings, Kirishima learns a blessing from a god is also an open invitation for other gods to wreak havoc in his otherwise quiet life.

But when the gods are betrayed by one of their own, Kirishima finds himself caught up in the intrigue. All he wanted was to go back to the life he knew. But will that be enough for him now that he's tasted so much more?

Fire and the Flood by Maplefudge 🔴

Kirishima's good at massages and Bakugou's bad at feelings (they both are).

You Feel Like God Inside That Gold by Sacramental_Wine 🔴

When Kirishima figured out he was gay, he’d been pretty sure that the obsession his fellow male classmates had with boobs would not be an issue in his life.

He could get distracted by nice muscles or a great smile or many other things. He was an easily distracted guy! But those things were easy to keep blinders on for, he could keep from getting too distracted.

He hadn’t exactly planned on Bakugou.

Built to Fall by bigstupidjellyfish 🔴

nothing like an aftermath of a bad break up years later 

let me love you by arxaris 🔴

Kirishima’s liked Bakugou for years and years and never thought he’d even have a chance. Bakugou could easily become a runway model if he ever decided that’s what he wanted, while Kirishima is... well, just Kirishima.

There’s no denying he’s strong, but not in the graceful and beautiful way that Bakugou is. He’s got rolls no matter what he does, more body hair than he could ever hope to manage, and thighs that seem to constantly stretch his jeans at the seams no matter how big he buys them.

Yet, somehow within the span of the last hour, Kirishima’s gone from calling Bakugou ‘bro’ in their shared kitchen to lying underneath him in bed with Bakugou’s lean thigh pressed confidently between his thick ones.

So, yeah, forgive Kirishima if he’s freaking out a bit.

beautiful creatures by gothgirlclub 🔴

Caught in the middle of a morning accident, provisionally licensed Bakugou and Kirishima help take down the villain, only to fall victim to it’s quirk after taking it down.

So it’s really not their fault when they decide to play around with their new body parts, figuring out that scratching beneath the ears really was nice and that knots were annoying if your boyfriend got especially sleepy after sex.

alpha x alpha by Nutella0Mutt 🔴

If they had one dollar every time someone said it wasn’t possible, and to give it up, they'd be fucking billionaires.

Nobody thinks they'll work. It's unnatural, illogical, and against biology. Bakugou and Kirishima have one motto: fuck the haters.

It Will Find You Here by arxaris 🔴

Katsuki’s life was falling apart. He had always known what he wanted. He had his life and career completely planned out. He’d accounted for every detail and every potential obstacle. Except for one. He was not prepared in the slightest to be six years into his carefully constructed life plan, extremely successful, and suddenly so goddamned miserable that he couldn’t make it through a day of work.

He was fine. He really just needed some fucking time, space, and air to breathe. So, he loaded up his backpack and left Japan, hoping that a bit of time off and travel might help him get over this bullshit and on with the plan. However, a few weeks into his trip he met a meddlesome redhead in the Thai islands who threatened to disrupt his universe in the worst ways imaginable: by making him fall in love, and by breaking the news that Katsuki couldn’t outrun himself.

Burger Kings by plantegg

Bakugou does something illegal. Kirishima finds out and makes him take him out to dinner to keep him quiet.

That's All You Ever Have to Say by arxaris 🔴

Maybe a sane person wouldn’t put up with it. They’d probably call the whole thing unhealthy, say that Bakugou should learn to express his feelings. People have suggested to Kirishima in the past that he put his foot down and demand they talk about things. They’ve gritted their teeth as they told him Bakugou was playing games with him, looked at him with pity as if they were cluing him into something everyone knew but him, something truly awful. But of course Kirishima knew. How could he not? Katsuki wasn’t just playing games with him. They were playing games together.

And Kirishima was positively addicted to them.

Rutting For You by FoolishFortuna 🔴

Kirishima’s scent washed over him as the redhead moved to slide into bed and Katsuki found his mouth watering. For fuck sake, why was his body being such an asshole all of a sudden? He swallowed.

“Uh, Bakugou?” Eijirou's voice was quiet, almost rough, “You're putting out a pretty strong scent.” There was a tone to his best friend's voice that he'd never heard before, and it sent a shiver through Katsuki as he fisted the duvet in his hand tighter and ground his teeth.

His gums ached.

“Its nothing, shut up.” He focused on getting his pheromones under control quickly. Fuck, he really wanted to bite something. Something that smelled like Eijirou. He swallowed another mouthful of saliva.

“Do you-” Kiri swallowed as well, “d’you wanna just sleep up here?”

Why Don't We Dance a While? by Sacramental_Wine 🔴

They were supposed to be directly fighting each other but with one of them playing a villain, encouraged to fight dirty and think on their feet to fight against an unlikely team-up. It was supposed to test the solo “villain’s” ability to think on their feet and anticipate while the team was being evaluated on their ability to adapt to on the fly quirk combinations and unlikely situations. Some of them, like Momo and Sato and Aoyama, struggled a bit more than others with the villain role.

Others were shockingly good at it. Ochako had been having a blast the entire time, Iida continued to excel, and Tokoyami had played up his own more spooky allure.

Kirishima was among one of the good ones.

Something Warm by let_me_wander

When an annoying customer with ridiculous hair starts frequenting the coffee shop Bakugou works at in the weeks before Christmas, he doesn't think much of it. Until it becomes all he can think about.

Awkward flirting, the first snow, a rock show, and probably way too much coffee.

#kiribaku fic #kiribaku #bakugo katsuki #fanfic #fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha #kirishima eijirou

[qobiin]

hunt you down

pairing: todobakudeku (bakugou x midoriya x todoroki) 

genre: fluff | abo au, aged up au 

warnings: implied sexual content, hunting/mating run, claiming bites, mentioned heats, no dub/non-con  

word count: 2050 

summary: Never let it be said that Katsuki doesn’t get what he wants. 

day three of @bnhaomegaverseweek (hoping my love will keep you up tonight) 

When the whistle blows, Katsuki is already taking leaps and bounds deep into the forest.

He knows exactly who he wants and he’s going to get them. He deserves only the best and Deku has proved over and over again that he is the best omega Katsuki could ever even think to ask for.

Plus, he cannot deny that it wouldn’t give him an ego boost having the Number One Hero all to himself. Or well, at his mercy anyway. Katsuki can’t really claim that Deku will be his alone because he isn’t the only one Katsuki has his sights set on.

For now, he focuses on finding Deku’s scent of pine and cedar, the constant underlying bitterness of ozone shaping the omega’s scent exactly to Katsuki’s wants. He knows how fast and agile his intended is and while there is someone else, Katsuki needs to focus on the more difficult prize first.

So he laser focuses onto the scent and bites his teeth into it, refusing to let go or lose it. The scent infiltrates his nostrils, keeping his attention and forcing him to run deeper and deeper into the forest they chose to hold the mating run in. Katsuki passes by Ururaka at one point but ignores the warning growl and the startled look on her face as he continues to run past. 

The trees are mostly a blur to him when he decides to take to the skies with the use of his quirk, closing in on the flash of green he catches out of the corner of his eye jumping from tree to tree. He angles himself in that direction and drops back to the ground as carefully as he can, patting his pants harshly until the smell of smoke can no longer mask Deku’s scent and runs faster than before once his feet touch down. He crosses four streams as he moves and Katsuki chides Deku in his head, thinking of the possible illnesses the omega might fall to thanks to this run and his determination to make it a challenge for Katsuki.

Katsuki is going to give that idiot the sternest talking to once he finds him.

Eventually, he starts to see flickers of green electricity flash in front of him through the trees. He has already run past some more of his old omega classmates but ignored them all the same way he ignored Ururaka for this.

For the emerald-eyed omega with wild, dark hair who used to sleep in Katsuki’s crib with him when they were still pups. For the boy who dragged him away from a confrontation when it seemed like Katsuki would lose control and burn someone. For the boy who threw himself at a sludge villain in some vain attempt to save Katsuki when he was still quirkless. For the boy who refused to stop being Katsuki’s friend even when Katsuki himself did not want to cause any more harm to him and pulled away before running right back. Katsuki knew that Deku was his the moment he could think of and remember any cohesive thoughts. Deku has always been in his life and has always been his.

Was he angry when his mate turned out to be quirkless? No, he was only irritated and annoyed that Deku was crying over it like it meant the end of the world for him. Katsuki wasn't going to hold his best friend back from his dream and he tore into anybody who thought they possibly could, peers and teachers alike. No one told his mate what to do except for him and Auntie Inko.

Was Katsuki angry when Deku ended up having a quirk after all? A bit, seeing as All Might had given it to him so Deku had never actually lied about being quirkless in the first place, but did lie about how he got it. And to Katsuki’s face of all things. As if Katsuki can't see through his bullshit and lies, the fool.

But then Deku had presented as an omega and Katsuki couldn't do anything but rage about in his room while his mate went through his first heat alone. Deku got suppressants soon after and hasn't endured any of his heats since. It almost made Katsuki angry until he viscerally reminded himself that he had no right to demand something from Deku that he didn't want to give. No right at all. No matter if Deku was his or not, Katsuki could never force him into that.

Deku became friends with that Half-and-Half bastard soon after presenting and Katsuki growled at him in warning each time he neared. He only stopped when he realized that Todoroki would grow paralyzed with fear each and every time an alpha acted aggressively towards him.

Katsuki took to growling at anyone who got too close to Todoroki soon after that. Then he spat in Endeavor’s face and had to be held back by All Might, Aizawa-sensei, and Deku alike before he really tore into the number two hero like he wanted to.

Last week, the plans for the mating run had been finalized. Katsuki immediately dragged both the omega and beta to his apartment for a long and overdue talk. He laid his cards out on the table and was grateful when they did the same in return. Deku had even admitted to getting off his suppressants so that he could fall into heat by next week when the mating run was in full swing. Todoroki had admitted that he wouldn’t actively hunt after Deku but would keep close so that Katsuki wouldn’t have to waste too much time trying to catch him before Deku’s heat overcame them.

Now Katsuki has a plan and it all starts with catching Deku. Deku who he can clearly see muttering up ahead, trying to decide which direction to take.

Katsuki moves silently forward and jumps onto the omega’s back once he is close enough. “Gotcha, fucking nerd. Your stupid, big brain was always gonna be your downfall.”

Deku laughs, still in his hold as he presents his neck. “I got carried away with strategy and forgot to enact it. Next time, I’ll make it worth your while, alpha.”

“See that you do,” Katsuki murmurs against his ear before he leans down and bites down on Deku’s scent gland.

His omega goes limp in his hold, whining such a pretty noise for anyone close by to hear that Katsuki can’t stop himself from crooning. Deku seems to come back to his senses as Katsuki’s croon echoes around them, but he doesn't comment on it, only turns around and kisses him once before tugging the collar of his shirt away before he bites down on Katsuki’s scent gland in return. Katsuki’s croon grows louder as he starts to feel Deku in the back of his head, his alpha’s muttered thoughts and feelings developing slowly. Deku licks the wound and pulls them back the way they came.

“Shouto’s over here. He stayed mostly behind you the entire time,” Deku says with a bright smile.

Katsuki grins back, one of his more genuine ones. “Lead the way, omega.”

Deku keeps a tight grip on Katsuki’s hand as they run. He can already smell the pre-heat on his omega, how his scent develops a spicy curl to it that Katsuki has to resist.

He catches Todoroki’s scent soon enough, the smoky, soapy scent of his soon-to-be beta pulling him forward. Deku lets him lead, never letting go of his hands as they flash through the trees.

In a clearing up ahead, they can see Todoroki’s distinct head of two-toned hair laid back against a tree trunk. He is sitting on the ground, legs folded one over the other as he waits. Katsuki can see a few alphas lurking in the dense shrubbery, but one growl from him is all it takes to scatter them and get Todoroki’s head to snap in their direction.

“Found you,” Katsuki taunts as he rushes forward, letting go of Deku’s hand to grab Todoroki instead and hold him steady. “You’re mine now.”

Deku whines behind him. “He’s ours, Kacchan. You can’t be so selfish.”

Todoroki laughs, tilting his throat towards Katsuki. “I’m only yours if you’re mine back.”

Katsuki snorts inelegantly. “Obviously, fucking Half-and-Half.”

With his throat now completely barred and offered up to the alpha, Katsuki buries his nose into the beta’s scent gland before he pulls back. Deku is on his other side now, crouched down and offering his throat for Todoroki as he closes in. Katsuki spares them another glance before he darts forward and bites down hard.

Todoroki cries out quietly then goes limp in Katsuki’s hold the same way that Deku did earlier. Katsuki keeps his teeth in firmly the beta’s skin for another moment before he pulls back and licks the bite, moving to the side so Deku can come forward. Deku angles his mouth until his claiming mark lies crisscrossed over Katsuki’s on Todoroki’s scent gland, eyes closing in bliss once he has bit down.

Their beta is practically boneless as he lies back against the tree, but he opens his own mouth and smiles gratefully at Deku when the omega comes close enough for his throat to be within easy reach. Katsuki watches as Todoroki bites down on Deku’s scent gland, both his omega and beta falling all over themselves once Todoroki has pulled away. Deku’s heat is growing, the smell of it becoming stronger with each passing moment. Katsuki wanted more time for this part but they’ll have to settle for a quick Claiming lest Deku falls into heat and they don’t get to finish properly before then.

Katsuki comes forward again and leans over Deku’s limp form in Todoroki’s lap as he offers up his own throat. Todoroki sniffs at his scent gland before he leans forward and bites down hard enough to puncture through Katsuki’s tough, alpha skin. Katsuki croons again, louder and without shame this time. Deku’s spicy scent rises to greet the sound and Katsuki groans into Todoroki’s ear when he catches a whiff of Deku’s slick.

Todoroki smiles as Katsuki stands and pulls them both over his shoulders like some kind of barbarian carrying his woman away to have his way with her. In a sense, the image isn’t wrong per se, but Katsuki knows better than to believe his omega and beta won’t make him work for it. He would expect nothing less from either of them anyway.

He needs to get them to that cave he scouted out two days before and made his temporary den, preparing it for this moment. It’s stocked up with water and food, candles and lanterns stuck wherever he could make them fit. He made multiple trips grabbing everything he could think of, including extra sets of clothes for when they were finally done, that stupid plush bunny Deku has had since they were kids, and a heated blanket Todoroki claimed he might need if he uses his ice quirk too much while helping Deku through his heat.

Deku slaps his ass as Katsuki begins to run, giggling and leaking even more slick when Todoroki laughs with him. Katsuki growls at them both to shut them up, dismayed when that only makes them laugh harder. The alpha’s cave is not far from here though and he arrives within three minutes, laying his mates down on the furs and soft blankets he brought with him. Immediately, they curl into one another, already kissing each other as they paw and remove their clothes while Katsuki closes up the entrance to the cave until all he can smell is the mingling scents of his mates and candles burning bright.

He turns back to find them glowing in the candlelight and Katsuki dives between them, kissing them with abandon. A happy, soft feeling bubbles in his chest before it travels up to his throat and escapes past his lips in the form of a loud and proper Croon. His mates whine at the sound, throwing themselves on top of him in an uncoordinated rush until Katsuki buries his hands into their hair and pulls them up for a messy, three-way kiss between them.

Never let it be said that Katsuki doesn’t get what he wants.

a/n: thanks for reading! please remember that my requests are open and expect day 4 with excitement! my trans!katsuki idea will finally be posted (:

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[casper-writes-stuff]

Kiss Me

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17256326

Summary: Katsuki laments his intense crush on Ochako for months before something is finally done about it.

My secret santa gift for @marionettejonesdraws / @marionettejones for the @kacchakosecretsanta!!!! I’m very late but I’m so glad I finally got it done!! I hope you enjoy hon!!

Katsuki hated a lot of things. He hated sweets most of the time, hated easy things too, they drove him insane. He kind of really hated using swords when he could just as easily use his explosion magic with more effectiveness than a blade could ever give him, though he mastered his sword skills anyway, just in case he couldn’t rely on his magic. God, he hated that stupid merchant Deku that came into his territory but his goods were too valuable to make him just stay away--

He had a lot of things he loved too. He fucking loved spicy foods, specifically his Mom’s Super Spicy Curry that beat any of the weak shit everybody else made. He loved the feeling of victory when he claimed new territory or beat down a rival clan. Loved his people too, despite his grumpy attitude towards most others, but he was a king and a king should care for his people no matter what.

But there was one thing Katsuki loved more than everything else. One person who had completely captured his heart with her soft eyes and caring hands. Someone with a cheery smile and a bubbly laugh and kind words that could make him melt better than three tons of his Mom’s special curry and that person was Ochako Uraraka.

She was unlike any other woman or man who had thrown themselves at the Barbarian king. Ochako was strong. She has on countless occasions helped him with an enemy, be it a clan or a wannabe overthrower. Her magic could be absolutely ruthless with no mercy, or it could be soothing and sweet when she needed to heal him after a particularly reckless fight.

Katsuki probably loved her more than he loved anyone in the past. She was perfect for him too, perfect fit for a queen with her kind and caring nature, not that that really mattered to Bakugou but hey it was a plus.

He loved her so much, and yet here he was feeling like a failure because damn it she had a crush on that fucking merchant. He could tell with the way she looked and talked about him. Katsuki could practically see the hearts in her eyes whenever she caught wind of him being nearby and it pissed him off.

So yeah, Katsuki hated Deku. Hated him a lot, but not more than he hated himself for not telling Ochako about his feelings sooner. It was his one regret, and he wanted to fix that but he fucking couldn’t with the way she saw him as a friend. He couldn’t afford to lose that friendship, not when--

“Dude. You’re brooding again.”

Katsuki snapped out of his thoughts, looking at his best friend and his dragon, Eijirou Kirishima.

He scowled, though it wasn’t like he hadn’t been already doing that.

“I can fucking brood if I want to.”

Kirishima raised a red eyebrow, looking around the war room they were seated in, surrounded by Mina Ashido, Sero Hanta, Denki Kaminari, all Katsuki’s most trusted warriors. They helped him through many, many, many wars with neighboring and rival clans and he trusted each and every one with his life.

“Sure man, when you’re not planning to fight to protect your people and land and title, but right now we kind of need your head in the game.”

“Jeez, Bakugou, it’s like you weren’t even here the last half hour, what was even on your mind?” Mina asked, earning a harsh glare from Katsuki that she didn’t deign to react to.

“Uraraka, obviously,” was Denki’s helpful interjection, a snort escaping him when Katsuki’s glare turned on him.

“Don’t even act like it’s not true, man, you’ve been thinking about her non stop since she told you she was gonna ask Deku to court her.”

Katsuki grit his teeth together at the reminder, his glare harshening as he looked at the table. They were right, though he hated to admit it. She’d told him almost a month ago and Katsuki hadn’t seen her since she left so he had no way of knowing if the freckled fucking wonder had accepted the invitation or if he’d trashed Ochako’s heart.

Not that he was worried, of course. Ochako could handle herself just fine but… Katsuki was emotional, whether he admitted or not and he’d probably ban the fucker from his land completely if Ochako decided she didn’t want to see him again… or regardless, if he was being completely honest with himself.

“There he goes again, folks, right back to brooding,” Sero commented, snickering when all Katsuki could do was glare and growl in irritation.

“Look, Bakugou, you need to just tell her how you feel. You might be surprised by the results,” Mina said, reaching over the table to set her hand on his arm.

Katsuki didn’t say anything, just glowered at her hand until she removed it.

“Whatever, let’s just get back to strategizing.”

Katsuki was very clearly grumpy. It’d been a month and a half since the fight with the rival clan and he was still confined to his castle due to the severe injuries he’d sustained in the battle and without Ochako there to help the healing process was agonizingly slow.

Right now he was pacing the throne room as Kirishima watched him from his place next to the throne. It’d been nearly three months now since Katsuki had seen Ochako and it was clearly getting to him, his irritation levels at an all time high.

The blonde had been snapping at nearly everyone who approached him with little to no provocation and it was worrying the dragon considerably.

“Man you need to stop pacing like that, it’s why your wounds are taking so long to heal.”

Katsuki glared at Kirishima, not appreciating the break of silence in the room, but otherwise said nothing. He was too on edge to talk, too irritated to think about anything other than what he could’ve done better in that damned fight.

Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. “Dude you really need to settle down, you’re worrying literally everyone around you, even Aizawa is worried and you know how little he likes to show he cares.”

Katsuki growled quietly, stopping for a moment to properly glower at his friend.

“Take a hint and shut the fuck up,” he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest despite the sting of pain he got for putting pressure on his injured bicep.

Kirishima rolled his eyes.

“See this is exactly what I’m talking about, Gods what’s been wrong with you lately? You’re never this irritable after a fight, especially after a fight you won.”

And then the doors banged open and Katsuki whipped around with a snarl on his lips for whoever dared to interrupt him to fucking leave until he noticed just who had walked in. And this whole world stopped because there, beaming at him without a care in the world, was Ochako Uraraka and Katsuki swore his heart stopped in his chest as every nerve in his body lit on fire.

“Ochako,” he said breathlessly, staring at the woman wide-eyed and so lost in her big, round eyes that he didn’t even notice Kirishima leave out the back entrance of the throne room.

“Bakugou!”

Gods her voice was like honey in his tea it was so refreshing and sweet and there. She was real, not a part of one of his dreams, this was the waking world and Ochako was standing right there in front of him.

Except now she wasn’t standing, she was running towards him, and then she was leaping and finally she was in his arms and fuck if Katsuki could resist swinging her around as she laughed loudly and with such a great joy that he could care less about the grin he was bearing or the pain he was feeling.

When she kissed him though, he stopped moving abruptly, making him trip over his own feet and send them sprawling to the stone floor. Katsuki landed on top of her, his arms on either side of her waist.

He could only stare at her with his mouth agape as she giggled despite the pain she must be in from landing on cobblestone.

“Shit, you okay?” he asked, snapping out of his daze to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

“I’m totally fine! Wow, I’ve been wanting to do that for ages!”

What?

“What?”

Ochako giggled again, grabbing his face and pulling him in for another kiss that he was too shocked to reciprocate.

When she pulled back she was still grinning.

“Deku didn’t like me the same way, and he told me he was pretty sure I didn’t like him like that either, considering the way I was with you. Took me a while but I figured out he was pretty damn right about that.”

Katsuki stared at Ochako for a long moment, long enough for her to glance away nervously for a moment but he saw no sign of treachery or teasing or anything that might indicate she was fucking with him.

“Holy shit,” he said before leaning down to kiss her properly.

The two stayed like that for a long time, kissing each other on the floor.

Kirishima was careful not to let anyone bother them.

#jo writes #kacchako #fanfic #kss18 #kacchakosecretsanta2018 #kissing #fantasy au #this is so good i loved writing it #im so glad to finally have it written oh my GOD

[hightress]

As If He Had A Choice (Bakugou x Midoriya)

This is my gift for the sweet @brown-rice on tumblr fo the @bkdksecretsanta event. Hope you'll like it, sweetheart, it was a pleasure writing it for you!

A03 link

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki / Midoriya Izuku

Tags: Fluff and Humor, Christmas Fluff, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Established Relationship

Word Count: 2.2k

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair how that freckled idiot could just grin at him in that annoying way of his - all wide, pearly white teeth and freaking dimples showing - and ask for something, no matter what, expecting Bakugou to say yes to any stupid idea of his. And then get exactly what he wanted. Like what the fuck?!

Bakugou was strong enough to say 'no'. Shout it even. Repeat it again and again and again until it got engraved over his moronic forehead. He was good at this, did it every day, with anyone.

Anyone that wasn't Deku, of course.

"We're not decorating the entire house," were his words every single time Deku asked. "I don't give a rat's ass if it's Christmas or not, I don't need or want to waste time putting up things all over the goddamn flat only to waste even more time taking them down." All rough words, all clear. Should've sent the message across but, judging what followed next, wasn't the case.

"But, Kacchan, it'll just be a tree. Please..."

Big eyes, green and shiny and pleading, hoping and waiting for Bakugou to give in.

"Don't give me that shit, Deku. Why the hell would we even need a tree?" They were both in the hallway, fully dressed in their hero costumes, ready to go. Someone was in danger a few streets away from them and here they were, proper, licensed heroes, talking about freaking decorations.

"It's traditional. Besides, everyone will have one." A short pause before he moved his eyes to the floor and his smile turned into that curve of insecurity and awkwardness that Bakugou could not stand. "And...I thought  it would be nice to have one as well"

He hated that look. Despised seeing Deku make himself smaller instead of looking right up into Bakugou's eyes, shouting and demanding loud and clear what he felt like he deserved. He wasn't a kid anymore. He wasn't Bakugou's inferior like, maybe once, they felt he was. He was a hero in his own right and he was strong. Incredibly so. If he could stand up against an army of villains, he sure as hell could stand up for himself in front of Bakugou for some stupid tree.

Not that Bakugou would make things easier for him. "I don't care what the others are doing. This is my flat."

It wasn't a fight, just a mere discussion. It was constructive - for both of them, it always was. They stopped fighting for real, leaving all that toxicity in the past.

"This is also my flat and I want a Christmas tree, Kacchan," replied Izuku, his eyes staring at Bakugou steadily, holding his gaze with confidence. "So I'll be getting one."

That's what Bakugou liked to see. Sometimes it took some time for Izuku to speak up properly, even with him, especially to him, but he was getting better. That 'I'll be getting one' was a statement. It didn't leave any space for rejection or doubts. It wasn't as if Bakugou could just say 'No, you're not' or 'I won't let you'.  It was Izuku's decision. Bakugou had no power over him or over what he wanted. And, to be honest, he quite enjoyed having Izuku in charge from now and then, even if for something as trivial as decorating the flat.

He didn't say anything in return to Izuku's words, but a tiny, tiny smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That small gesture was what did it. Made that contagious grin resurface, just as blinding as always. And, just like that, the word 'no' disappeared from Bakugou's vocabulary completely. There was going to be a tree, end of story.

Damned be that smile. Damned be the way it made Bakugou feel. And damned be the fact that he didn't regret it one bit.

Thankfully, they had to go, leaving behind this whole discussion for a bit. Bakugou might've agreed to the idea but he sure didn't want to say it out loud. Some things were meant to be kept inside. Besides, Deku was smart enough to understand him properly.

Most of the time.

Stubborn was a good word to describe Izuku - stubbornly ambitious to be exact. That's what brought him to UA and what made him surpass every single obstacle life has thrown his way. Bakugou remembered himself laughing and mocking that ambition constantly, not being able to understand him or accept those qualities. He couldn't get how someone could be just as ambitious as him, maybe even more so, while still staring at him and everyone else from thousands of steps below with an almost frightening determination.

The same stubbornness was what made him bring up the Christmas tree problem again later that day, as soon as they saw the two villains they had to take care of locked up appropriately.

He was taking off the gloves of his hero costume, still covered in mud and slightly burned at the edge of his index finger when he asked: "Do you want to buy it on our way back or during the weekend? They might be cheaper now."

Bakugou stopped what he was doing and looked at Izuku, a blank expression on his face. "It's not even December." Then, he moved his head to the side, not meeting Izuku's eyes, and muttered: "Besides, we're not buying one."

Disappointment hit Izuku instantly. He opened his mouth to protest, but he only managed to let out a cried out "Kacchan, we've already-" before he got interrupted by Bakugou.

"We'll be building the shit."

If Izuku seemed confused before, his confusion only intensified after this. It was clear in his posture.

And, this once, Bakugou didn't waste any more time waiting to explain himself.

"We can't just use a tree some barbarian cut from the forests, Deku. Fucking hell, I like the smell, but I refuse to destroy the future of our goddamn planet for some shitty tradition. And the plastic ones are just as bad for the environment."

For the millionth time that year, Izuku rolled his eyes fondly at Bakugou's antics, a small, soft smile, curving the edge of his lips. Because of some documentary they have watched a couple weeks after they moved in together, years after they left UA behind and started their careers, Bakugou became obsessed with the idea of preserving the nature, recycling and, as he, himself, would've said it, 'all the other crap.' It shouldn't have surprised him, especially considering how he always went way out of his way when something interested him. And since he had started focusing more of on helping people rather than his own pride and desire for a position that mattered less than saving lives, Bakugou did the same thing. He didn't limit himself to wanting to protect citizens. He also used his energy to save the very earth they walked on and everything in between.

Because, as he liked to say, 'what was the point of rescuing them now if they were only going to suffer and live in ruin in the years to come?'

A valid question and one that many heroes never came across even after decades of calling themselves pros.

"How?" asked Izuku, smiling at him, all traces of confusion and doubt gone. Because despite how practical Bakugou's idea seemed, they were both disasters when it came to building things from scratch.

They rarely had the patience to stay put for more than a couple of minutes and they both knew it.

"Hell if I know," admitted Bakugou. But, somehow, this time there was a light in his eyes that told Izuku he was more than a little excited to try. After all, there were few things in existence that Bakugou loved more than a good challenge.

Gathering all the materials for it took less than they expected. In just two days they had an entire bag full of paper, ready to be painted, cut and reassembled. They had only needed to send a message to one of their old UA chats, asking for any kind of unwanted paper they might have around the house and in less than an hour, they had both Kirishima and Kaminari donating every single one of their notebooks and test papers. Which was a lot.

"Why are you donating them all, dipshits?" Bakugou had asked them when they met personally to give them to him.

"We just wanted to help, dude," answered Kaminari with a shit-eating grin and with the most innocent look in his eyes. But all three of them knew better than to believe that lie.

"Just take them, Bakugou. And send us all a picture when the tree is up," said Kirishima instead, beating Bakugou's back twice before saying goodbye, hurrying to get to his own hero agency.

Painting every single page in green took the longest. It was horrible and unexpectedly expensive. Bakugou almost gave up twice, growling at the paint, before remembering that he couldn't ever give up on anything. Just looking at him exhausted Izuku sometimes.

How Bakugou could manage so much energy was one of his life's biggest wonders.

They stopped from time to time for a snack or to stare at the old tests in their hands, remembering fondly (or pridefully, in Bakugou's case) the old days in which passing a harsh test with flying colors had been one of the most stressful things they had to deal with. Of course, Kaminari's answers on certain tests made them both laugh whenever he tried to answer a question by inventing equations or formulas.

"Oh, Pikachu, this symbol doesn't even fucking exist," smiled Bakugou, his eyes moving over the page. There was such an unguarded expression on his face, just looking back at messed up things their friends (God, how long it had taken for Bakugou to acknowledge that fact) used to do back in the day. Having him on the ground, in his socks and the embarrassing t-shirt and pants that were too worn up to wear outside but Bakugou refused to give up on, holding those papers, some filled with greens, some barely touched by paint, and with that smile all over his features, made Izuku happy. Truly, stupidly happy.

So happy that he wanted to jump on him in a less than elegant way and kiss him profoundly until Bakugou had no other choice but to step back, his cheeks tainted with that soft pink that Izuku adored.

He wanted to do it, so he did. And the result was just as wonderful as he had expected.

It has taken them a week to complete the tree. They had used some YouTube tutorials in order to learn how to create origami for the decorations and that brought them close to tears after the 43rd crane they had folded, their hands tired and full of cuts, but the end result had been worth it.

It was standing confidently in the middle of the room, neon colored bits of paper in the shape of animals clearly seen between the two shades of green they have chosen for the tree. Of course, it wasn't perfect - the position not straight enough, the paint job messy in certain places, the paper folded asymmetrically in some cases - but it was theirs. And it wasn't like they were perfect either.

They shouted at each other often, said things they regretted due to pride and fear. But when they stopped to think, hours after, the end result was the same. They'd come together right there, in the living room, either shouting apologies at each other - often full of curses in Bakugou's case - or showing their remorse through touch alone. And every single time, they'd end up cuddled on the couch, too close for comfort on that tiny piece of furniture, a superhero movie displayed in the background that they rarely paid attention to. Instead, they listened to each other, their own heartbeat, their rhythmic breathing.

They grounded each other. And the tree showed their story well enough.

As they stepped back to look at the construction, pride rang loudly in their hearts.

"Can't wait to put your gift under this fucking mess," said Bakugou, turning towards Izuku, one of his rough hands searching for his.

(The greens of his fingers blended with Izuku's own orange ones, creating a mix of brown that should've been muddy and disgusting but, instead, looked warm and complex.)

Izuku held his hand tighter. "I'm sure mine will be better this year."

God, how they loved to compete over the smallest things. Affection often ended up being the one they played around with the most.

"You're fucking with me. There's no chance you'll win this time." So quietly whispered. So aggressive in wording but so completely different in message.

Izuku smiled, letting his head rest on Bakugou's shoulder. "We'll see."

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair how Izuku only needed to look at him once and ask for what he wanted, leaving Bakugou no possibility to deny him anything. It wasn't fair how he could use this weakness anytime, anywhere, and Bakugou would still say yes on every occasion.

The small twist he came up with didn't change reality at all.

The worst part? That Izuku could one day ask for the very last bit of Bakugou's heart that he hadn't owned yet and Bakugou... Bakugou would have no choice but to give it to him - without regrets, without any hesitation.

And he'd still find more to offer.

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