fic ~ m.a.c.

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship

Prompt: lipstick

Summary: Shouto likes lipsticks, but there's something he loves even more.

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Russian Red. Marrakesh. Lady Danger. Ruby Woo. Pink Nouveau. Cosmo. Please Me. Speed Dial. Candy Yum-Yum. Cyber Shine.

Gloss. Matte.

He has them all.

They are all perfectly placed in a single row behind his sink, in the pearl white counter of the bathroom. He likes the contrast they make against it: all black and shiny, perfect cylinders with a flat base to stand up proud, a metallic silver ring around their waist, making them look like models wearing sleek black dresses with a minimalist belt, all walking down his particular fashion show.

His finger hovers over them, teeth softly grazing his bottom lip as he considers which one is the one for tonight. He glances up at the foggy mirror and smiles as he can already hear someone with a hoarse grunt scolding him, ‘You shouldn’t use such scorching water, princess. It ain’t good for the skin’.

Shaking his head, he glances at what truly matters: his outfit. He’s wearing a black turtle neck crop top, made of the softest cashmere, and baby blue low-waist jeans.

He’s still unsure, if it was all dark, he’d go for the pink hues and if it was all light, the red ones, but like this…

The tick-tock from the clock doesn’t stop, and he knows neither is the impatient tapping from the man who is waiting outside. Shouto knows he has taken too long scrubbing and exfoliating his skin and then drying his hair, styling it perfectly with some waves on his sides to make it look fluffy, the kind of fluffy that drives Katsuki wild.

Just like the lipstick.

Shouto likes them, he has always enjoyed them. Growing up, his eyes always moved towards the beauty stands, and whenever he had a chance, he sneaked into his sister’s or mother’s bathrooms and awed quietly at them. He remembers opening their drawers and uncovering them, marvelling at how beautiful and shiny the little bars were. He could spend a whole afternoon, twisting the base of the lipsticks, sliding up and down their secret contents that he wanted, oh so badly, to wear.

But he couldn’t. Because proper boys don’t wear make-up, Shouto.

So he didn’t.

Until he met him.

Bakugou Katsuki, a tough man that cursed more than he breathed, wore leather jackets, ripped jeans, rock and punk tees or skull-pattered ones, branded bruises and scars along with tattoos and piercings with utter pride… and used eyeliner without caring about how unmanly it might be.

It was he who caught Shouto staring at the lipsticks with desire and who simply bought one, and right after the store clerk said, "Thanks for your purchase," started to apply it to Shouto’s eager lips.

“There. You look gorgeous. I’m hungry as fuck, can we go already?”

Just like that. All Shouto’s fears started to crumble and now there he is, the proud owner of over forty lipsticks. If only he could exhibit them all... Alas, Katsuki always tidies them up, placing them back in the drawers after he scolds him to only keep ten, his favourites, out.

“But I like them all!”

“No. Choose.”

He finally goes for a pink hue, and as he opens the bathroom door, he smiles as he sees him.

“Fucking finally!”

Katsuki rushes to his side and Shouto bites his cheek as both know this isn’t it.

He’s still going back to the bathroom after this.

Shouto might love his lipsticks, and he can easily spend hours trying them on and off, daydreaming about what shade perfectly goes with what outfit and whatnot, but his favorite part about them is how they look when they smear all over his mouth and chin when Katsuki kisses him.

He might enjoy wearing them, but it’s nothing compared to when they pull apart, panting, and he sees his favourite shade of the day, all over Katsuki’s face, matching his.

 

Ten minutes later, he goes back to the bathroom. Katsuki doesn’t complain. He needs to retouch his lips and hair.

fic ~ made to fly

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Tags: Canon, Sad

Prompt: wings

Summary: Shouto glances through his window, wishing he could be out there until he doesn't need to do so anymore.

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He glanced through the window and sighed as he knew he was different, or so his father kept telling him.

‘No, Shouto, you can’t play with them. You and they are different. You have been made to succeed where I’ve failed. You don’t have time to spare in silly childish games. Now keep moving, we have training to do.’

Yet no matter how hard he tried, it was never enough: always a failure, always another miss to the cold eyes of his father. But his siblings kept playing, laughing, and sharing nice, soft moments. Moments he’d never understand or comprehend, moments he was bound to simply admire from afar.

His fingerprints could always be found in the corners of all the windows the Todoroki manor had on its second floor, and if one glanced up, they could see easily a tiny peek of red and white, wide, curious eyes filled with hopes and dreams, always fogged by sadness, as there was nothing he wanted more than to be free.

Free to step out of those oppressive walls.

Free to speak his mind up.

Free to say no.

No, I won’t receive another hit.

No, I’ll join my siblings and get to know them beyond their names.

No, father, I won’t be your shadow. I’ll be my own person.

 

His thoughts remained caged.

 

+

 

He glances through the window and sees his classmates. His heart throbs as it seems it’s true: history is bound to repeat itself. Their muffled, happy chatter reaches his ears and Shouto smiles faintly as he can distinguish Midoriya’s mumbling amidst it.

Yet there’s something missing.

“Oi, what the fuck are you doing here, halfie? You trying the Rear Window vibe or what?”

“Bakugou.” The word easily slides past his lips, and his smile blasts at full volume, illuminating the room partially. “I was wondering where you were.”

“Me? Tsk. It ain’t me who’s holed up here, like a little creep.” Nonchalantly, he approaches him, hands buried deep in his pockets, and as he leans against a table, he kicks Shouto’s leg. “You look dumb.”

“Sorry.”

“Tsk.” A pause and then warmth overwhelms Shouto. “You went to sleep late again? Watching those random shitty videos of yours?”

You look tired, have you not slept properly?

“Sorry,” he repeats. “I’ll try to rest today.”

“Dumbass,” Bakugou mumbles as he stands up again. “Stop apologising for everything.” He reaches the door and halts. “You fucking coming or what?”

Shouto does, and as he follows Katsuki, he feels a slight tingle on his back.

“I enjoy this.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Bakugou gives him a look but doesn’t press it.

 

I enjoy being able to have fun.

 

+

 

As he zips his hoodie (a certain someone insists it’s not), he glances around the room, checking if he’s forgetting something. His eyes soften as he sees the unmade bed, how one side is hoarding all the sheets and blankets while the other seems almost untouched. It can’t be prevented, no matter how hard he tries, he always ends up tucked against his body, it’s unavoidable.

“Will you fucking hurry up already!”

He doesn’t reply, simply follows the voice all the way to their apartment front door. Locking it, he smiles.

Sorry, it took me so long.

A roll of eyes.

Dumbass, stop apologising!

He has no idea of where they are going, but it doesn’t matter, he knows that wherever it might be, he’s going to have the time of his life. He always does when he’s with him.

But he’s still curious.

Eyeing the man’s outfit, he tries to guess if they’re going to an indoor place or somewhere else.

A grunt makes him cease his investigations. His smile tenfold as he sees what the man is waiting for, what he expects from him.

Shouto spreads his wings as he takes Katsuki’s hand and follows him.

He doesn’t glance through the window anymore. Why would he? A bird doesn’t need windows, it can fly, free, unbound from anyone’s selfish wishes.

fic ~ tangled

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None
Tags: Established Relationship, Viking AU

Prompt: braids

Summary: Shouto can't stop obsessing over Katsuki's hair, his braids to be more precise. Katsuki doesn't stop him. Why would he?

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He knows he could be obsessed over something else:

His cat-shaped scarlet eyes; how stunningly pretty they are, how with just one glance they can make you feel as if your soul is being examined.

His muscles, oh lord, his muscles. Shouto could and has run his fingers over them for hours, always marvelling at how firm and lethal they are, burning into his mind their shape and all their crevices so he could distinguish them even in the darkness or blind.

His fighting skills or his leadership ones, how he always ends up emerging victorious no matter what hardship they find themselves in, no matter how strong and scary their enemy is, or if the sea is throwing its best at them; he never falters, he’s never wrong and always guides them all to victory and back home, safe and sound with their ship filled to the brim with all the treasures they’ve raided.

But no, the thing Shouto is obsessed with are his braids. He loves how Katsuki’s head looks when he has his long, ashen-blond hair tied up, braids covering his sides, only for his long locks to fall in a cascade behind his head.

Katsuki meets his eyes and smirks as he knows what Shouto is thinking.

Shouto doesn’t look away, he’s not ashamed, but he eventually does as some of their men call for his attention.

They are almost back home; the watchman can already see their town. As they get close to the dock, Shouto smiles as all the men stand up, ceasing their rowing to yell and celebrate the drums that are welcoming them from their latest adventure.

Katsuki stands up in their ship’s bow and roars.

“We’re back! And we bring our chests filled with gold from those extras of the south who thought they could win against us, as if the Bakugou clan was weak, as if we weren’t the best vikings around!”

Everybody goes crazy and Shouto simply smiles, eyes fixed on his lover’s braids.

 

 

After the welcoming feast is over, he slides away and lies naked on their bed, patiently waiting, even if he knows it’s a matter of minutes.

His fingers tingle and his mouth waters as he can’t wait to tangle them all over Katsuki’s hair, caressing and fawning over his tight braids, messing them while the man wrecks him with his touch.

When Katsuki finally appears, he wastes no more time as he gets undressed himself and takes him. Shouto doesn’t struggle, quite the opposite: he spreads his legs wide open and crooks his finger in a silent invitation.

Katsuki pounds him and starts to kiss his skin, leaving bites and open-mouthed kisses all over his collarbones, marking him as his as he prepares him for the main course.

Digging his fingers into his skin, Shouto moans unabashedly as Katsuki is nailing his spot with such ease that it always overwhelms him how well the man knows his body, how well-versed he is. Throwing his head back, he arches his body as his orgasm hits him, flooding all his senses.

As he lies under Katsuki, while the man is still ramming into him, and observes him through half-lidded eyes. The second his arms don’t feel like lead, he starts to caress the man’s braids, smiling as he can feel them a little bit wet from his sweat.

Katsuki’s rhythm falters for a bit before he snorts and thrusts rougher into him.

“Again, princess?”

“Can’t help it,” he rasps hoarse.

“Tsk, your hair is prettier, you know?”

Shouto shakes his head. “No, my king, yours is. So sexy and pretty. Katsuki… my Katsuki.”

Katsuki curses and comes, body crashing into his as he pants right next to his ear. Shouto wraps his legs around his waist, keeping him right there as he loves the weight of his man over him.

Yes, Shouto loves Katsuki’s braids, but the thing that fascinates him the most is how this powerful man has chosen to love him.

fic ~ target acquired

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship

Prompt: tickle

Summary: Katsuki has a plan and a target but something furry and spoiled keeps stopping him and his mission might be compromised...

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Katsuki peeks his head from the bedroom and checks that no one is around. Grinning, he starts to move down the hall, carefully stepping on the wood, making sure it doesn’t creak under his weight, as this is a stealth mission.

If his intel is correct, his target is in the living room, sitting on the couch, back facing the hall he’s currently in, completely oblivious to the man that is little by little getting closer to him, ready to pound him and have him under his mercy. Which, by the way, is going to be none.

Katsuki has no intention of stopping, no matter how many pleas and broken begs the other gives him, no matter how many pouts are thrown his way or how many tears are shed: he won’t stop until he deems the punishment his enough, fit to his standards.

A wild cat appears, rushing behind him and Katsuki almost curses as the stupid thing goes through his legs, fluffy fur giving him a shiver as it rubs against his naked calves.

Glaring down, he sees it’s a white furball.

“Yuki. Of course, it had to be you, you little rascal!”

Yuki blinks slowly, purring softly before going back to Katsuki’s legs and starts to rub himself all over him, fluffy tail getting wrapped around Katsuki as his purrs get louder.

Katsuki tries to quietly shoo him away, as he knows that if he yields, he’s gonna be trapped for at least twenty minutes petting this little demon that looks like an angel.

Yuki meows loudly, complaining about the lack of caresses, which draws more unwanted attention to them, in the shape of Murder Lord, who comes trotting from the living room.

“Oh fucking hell!”

Both cats start to rub into him and as Katsuki crouches to give them what they want, hoping this way both are going to leave him be, he hears the voice of his target complaining about the lack of cats to pet.

“Babies? Murder Lord? Yuki? Where are you?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes and decides to change his tactic. Instead of pounding his target from behind, he’s going to do it from the front. Picking both cats, one in each hand, he enters the living room and snorts as he sees Shouto with a giant pout, doing grabby hands at him the second he sees him carrying their spoiled kids.

“They attacked me as soon as they saw me.”

“Oh.”

Shouto’s eyes are fixed on the cats, which is perfect, as this way he doesn’t see the giant, wicked smirk his husband is branding before Katsuki’s initial plan begins. Placing the cats on the couch, far away from Shouto, he tackles him before he can even ask him why.

Straddling him from his waist, his hands fall over Shouto’s sides and he proceeds to tickle him without mercy. Shouto immediately trashes around, screaming noes and trying to pry his hands away from him, but Katsuki sacrifices one of his hands in favour to pin both of Shouto’s wrists away, over his head, while the other one keeps torturing him.

Shouto’s legs kick the couch as he keeps trying to squirm away, but it doesn’t matter; Katsuki has the upper hand here, and both know it.

Eyes fixed on his face, Katsuki drinks up his prize, licking his lips as he enjoys the way Shouto’s eyes are shining from tears, and there it is, one is already sliding down his face, so beautiful and delicate, running down Shouto’s perfect features to get lost in that silky sea of red and white he has for hair.

When he deems his mission has been achieved, he releases Shouto’s hands and stops tickling him in favour of kissing the remains of his laughter.

Shouto eagerly returns the kiss, and they only break away as certain furry creatures start to cry for their attention.

“What was that for?”

“I simply felt like it.”

I love your laugh. I wanted to see it.