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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-01-31 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[weeks? days? hours? no clue. only one moment he's there... and the next... bedding. sheets. warmth. softness beneath him, bunched around his shoulders and limbs. fuck, pain. seconds wrench into eternity, one hand clenching into material. a ceiling vaguely familiar, the scent of something... someone... wrapping around his head. bringing with it a flood of memories and splits his head into throbbing pieces. a city. raging monsters. the hell? an organization. a building. where? faces flash by. people he knows he should recognize. you again? this place, this world, he had- ... no! fuck no! a desert. a worm. a forest. a castle. not again! no! he doesn't- ... he had a life here. he had people he cared about. but his world, his life, his home. don't- ... don't! NO!

i'm back.

fingers ease out of their death-dealing crush and he slowly lets himself come down from a rushing heart. instantly cringing in pain and gripping at his chest. fuck! ... right. slowly he pulls himself up, breathing easier amid his pounding head. his life here. lilith. the outsiders. denji. his boyfriend. that's whose scent clung to him in a comforting embrace. god, feels like someone crammed a book in his head. resting his forehead on his hand, he gives himself a few minutes of adjusting before lifting his head. right. nothing he can do about it.

the room's a fucking mess... how long has it been? morning.

denji. god, the half-devil's probably gone fucking mad. where's his phon- ... oh right. the other headache.]


denji. hey. stop raising hell. i'm in your room.

[and looking... different, body sporting a collection of new and old scars, his right arm hanging by his side looking a complete wreck.]
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suffer in misery and resulting gross fluff

[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-01 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[in the middling moments between sending the text and denji crashing through the door like hell on earth, katsuki took the time to gather himself and put his damn brain back on track. memories pounded in his gray matter, yet he elbowed and jostled them aside to move forward. get a time, get a date, ground himself. ocular accessed, calendar... fuck, it's "tomorrow" - the morning after he went to sleep last night. so sometime during the moonlit hours, he'd vanished. returned home. that's what happened. denji's likely been up the entire time, freaking out and panicking over katsuki's disappearance. he rubs at his hairline, scrunching his choppy bangs in his fist. shit... his boyfriend's gonna be a wreck. after what happened in november, kicking up all that trauma once more-

BAM!

there goes the door. katsuki looks up to hall light streaming in, momentarily outlining denji's figure in a darkened silhouette, one arm flung out and body hunched slightly with his chest heaving in and out. this guy. relief and heat flood through his chest, sappy nostalgia and a seed of guilt nestling in the sticky gore of his fucked-up-but-repaired organs. denji's eyes snap and jerk, going from one place to the next, trying to put reality back into his mind after spinning wildly for hours. yeah, time for some fucking damage control.]


Looks like I went home. [to answer that right off the bat. katsuki lifts his good arm towards denji.] I'm back, Denji. It's me. [a few tiny sparks snap and pop around his hand, offering it in some further proof he's alive and present, not some illusion or dream or recording.]
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he's gonna send smarmy feelings at him

[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-02 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's... at least some good news when denji approaches him. nightmares and horrid expectations mingle with shadows in a room where curtained windows let in only a bare sliver of light. expectations and dread play tricks on the mind and his boyfriend's panicked state makes for easy prey to that. meaning once the other boy begins to approach him and shadows give way to light as denji's body stops blocking the hall light, katsuki's physical state comes through hopefully clearer.

the "blood" on his body reveals itself to be little more than shadows from where he'd been facing. unlike the first time, he hasn't been pulled from the middle of the war with his body a ravaged mess still oozing blood and gore. instead, a week or two has passed from the battle's end. it looks more like he's been in the middle of his wounds being redressed. the garish burst in the middle of his chest still sports fresh staples and stitches from where his exploded torso had been frantically sewn up by his panicking mentor and ultimately reforged by the pro hero willing to give his life in exchange for katsuki's. his right arm's a mess, with sutures and staples and bio-glue holding on layers of flesh, restructuring his bone, tying together sinew and tendons, one thing on top of another to miraculously manage to keep his arm's shape. cheek stitched shut from where it'd been torn open. but for all that, katsuki's not dripping his life onto the bed or even looking like he's in pain. well, asides from a splitting headache from having his two lives' memories smashing together.

sorry to give you a heart attack, denji, but yeah, it's been several days since the war ended when katsuki was brought back. he's in recovery mode, enough to even return back to u.a. (even if some of his friend think he should still be in the hospital.)

he reaches up with his left arm, the right one remaining still and suspiciously immobile beside him, and rests his hand on the side of denji's face. touching his cheek, feeling the warmth of his flesh, the very real tangible evidence his boyfriend is here in front of him, alive and well. puffy red eyes, tear-stained face, lips bitten and worried, bruises on his nose bridge from where he'd scrunched his brows far too much over the past several hours. denji's gonna crash hard whenever all this shit catches up to him. katsuki silently resigns himself to staying beside his boyfriend for the next few days. honestly, he's gonna need it.

but those words, panted out in surprise, desperation, accusation... red eyes narrow and he immediately fixes denji's brain with a serious-toned rejection.]
No. I never would've been able to beat him on my own. Everyone was there... We won.

[he refuses to let denji believe katsuki's allies, classmates, friends, the other heroes, abandoned him to fight alone. for as much as he did, katsuki's well aware he basically stepped in at the end and bought the last two minutes needed or victory, after a hundred other heroes were brutalized over the past several hours on the path towards it. each one giving their all to buy just even a few more seconds.]

I'm okay, Denji. [he's not okay entirely.] The war's been over for about two weeks.
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and he is taking that knowledge extremely seriously

[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-04 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[let him look. let him see. he doesn't allow the hand on denji's face to stop his boyfriend's pretty eyes from running panic all over his upper body. jerking from one place to the next, incredulous, angry, pained, grieving, confuse. so many questions, so much to tell him so denji understands everything that happened. but not right now. his furrowed brows and scrambling gaze all but evidence those once-flushed ears of his won't hear a damn thing he says. he brushes a thumb across denji's cheek again, wondering what sorts of ideas and feelings are whirling about his mind. likely a bunch of jumped-to conclusions and emotionally-charged verdicts without knowing the entire story. a sigh escapes his lips. guess he'll be doing some mental knot de-tangling later on.]

I'm not dead. [he'll let him have the gentle chiding about being "okay" because he's obviously not. the wounds are still healing, his arm's obviously not functional, and katsuki looks tired compared to his usual state. but compared to others who made it through the war with amputations, horrific scars, and even lost or irreparably damaged quirks, he's... made it out alive. he can't say the same for some. hearing denji's voice, the love and affection inside, grips at his chest in a warm and painful way. how much he missed his voice, even if he didn't remember it in his mind. he thumbs over the shell of his ear, trying to calm denji down from everything raging around inside him.] Aa. The doctors and Aizawa-sensei stuck me on stupid light duty.

[he shrugs his shoulders to roll the shirt off his upper body, letting it fall down around his waist and arms, it's easy enough to strip off his one wrist free, but the other... he ignores it, letting denji see everything in full. shoulder, side, chest, arm, luckily one his cheek was wrecked enough to scar when it could've been all the way up his neck and jaw. yeah, he'll need to change his bandages tomorrow. but they'll hold for another day. denji's right in that katsuki got yanked back in the middle of trading the dressings, hence the bared skin in some places and the dried-bloody bandages in others. if it's any consolation, or even more damning, the scars katsuki got from his boyfriend's chainsaws in vegas are now... gone.

before he answers, he leans in, takes denji's chin in his good hand, lifts his head and eyes to meet his own, then touches his lips to his boyfriend's. kissing him long, warm, deep, hard, needing to show him his feelings are all still there, 100% intact and burning a bright as the explosions he embodies. he won't leave it too long though. even in abject sorrow and frustration, body reactions are body reactions. and he and denji have a lot of physical memories together. breaking the kiss, he lets him go and leans back, freeing the half-devil to inspect again.]


The doctors were able to keep its shape with surgery, but it's pretty fucked up. There's no guarantee it'll ever go back to normal even with physical therapy. [he thinks about telling denji how the doctor suggested amputation in order to continue being a hero, but... katsuki opts to save that for another time.] Heh. He doesn't know who the fuck he's talking to. I'll kick the physical therapy's ass and bring it back to full health!
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-06 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[stop taking everything he's trying to say to reassure and comfort you and turning them into horrible things that make you feel even worse about his fucking return, dammit! sheesh. you want him to stay silent and just spread his arms in offering to let you suss out if he's alive or not? unfortunately he doesn't have ways of actually knowing what denji's thoughts are, but seeing little change in the other boy's expression after an attempt at comforting him, katsuki tells himself it might be best to let denji drive for now. whatever he needs to somehow convince himself he's not suffering another nightmare ready to be whisked away at a moment's notice. of course he can't expect his boyfriend to sober up the second he returns after he's spent hours despairing over his disappearance. probably similar issues when trying to tell his mom and dad he was okay, he wasn't dead, he was lying in the stupid hospital bed with oxygen in his nose and ivs in his arms and bandages everyfuckingwhere and they shouldn't be fretting over him and crying because he wasn't dead, dammit! it's probably the same damn thing. being the reason for someone else's pain. maybe his heart is straining, weakened from his transfer back into this world. but he trusts edgeshot's quirk and determination. his repaired heart was brought back from utter ruin by his mentor's desperate refusal to let him die, and his senpai's willingness to give his life if it meant snatching him back from the embrace of death. he won't hear someone smear their effort and sacrifices by doubting their strength! ... not that katsuki's going to run himself ragged on the treadmill to test it.

yet he still kissed him. sometime to try and give denji tangible proof he's not some wrecked ghost come to grace his bed for a few moments of garish goodbye before vanishing forever. denji's always been a physical person, even before becoming a half-devil, as it's far easier for him to accept what's right there in front of him, against him, than trust some words or far off future he has no clue about. this is real, this is now, this is what he can react to immediately without worrying about how or why he does something later. katsuki expects him to need his time to mourn and melt away his shock into tears. but right now, he needs his boyfriend to understand this is happening. he's back, albeit in rough shape, but he's alive and here. denji kisses back and that's all the assurance the young hero needs to know his lover's at least going to try. the kiss slowly breaks with a soft smack of skin peeling off skin, a gentle breath ghosting warm/cool on their mouths, and he eases back to sitting quiet.

he'll have to tell him eventually. of his fight with the others in that floating coffin, of how shigaraki ruined his arm, of how his heart exploded, of how best jeanist and edgeshot frantically kept him alive until they could repair his heart and save his life, of how he returned to save all might and received his armored splint, of how he fought against all for one and fucked his own arm and heart up even more with a death's-door-raised power level of his quirk, and finally ended that monster simply by running out the clock's last two minutes after so many other heroes weathered the hours before... was he scared? a few times. but by the time he woke in the hospital, he knew his body had paid a price for his victory.]


You will. [a soft, gentle affirming. denji will be there with him for much of this effort.] I'll tell you what we have to do. [passive physical therapy, where the treatments are performed by someone else on him, rather than by katsuki's attempts himself. lifting his arm, gently curling his fingers, bending at the elbow, resting it on a shoulder, reminding the muscles how to move even if katsuki's not allowed to actually try and move them. they aim to improve pain, range of motion, and function without requiring active participation from him. denji's going to have to be strong and both deal with katsuki's resulting pain and bitch at him for trying to speed up the process by moving on his own.

he rests his good hand over denji's once his lover settles on the bed in front of him, knees almost touching each other. a warm promise, offered help, reassurance, things he needs and wants badly right now.]
I know. I'm not gonna let you down.
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-07 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[despite their relationship and experiences together, there are things that are incompatible between them. understanding how each other process things and handle intense elements is one of them. their backgrounds and histories are so completely divergent, it's impossible for bakugou to really "get" how denji handles his trauma, leaving him frustrated when his attempts backfire in his face. likely a similar feeling to denji's frustrations over bakugou never being the kind of open person willing to share when he's feeling badly. he knows his boyfriend's not mentally healthy or emotionally put together, missing out on those growing years with a strong family and friends to form such resistances and safe coping mechanisms. but it doesn't make it easy on bakugou to be put on the back foot. he's so used to understanding and being able to handle people, finding himself glancing off and struggling for balance is a completely alien experience. even if he's felt it with denji a few times. the immature side of himself often wants to toss his hands and "fine" until the other boy's able to pull himself together in his own way. but, maturity's a bitch and he stays.

can't say the kiss was a smart move or not. part of him wonders if physical touch, while reassuring and comforting to denji, will somehow be construed as a way to shut up his emotions and push aside his thoughts or feelings in exchange for a few pats and rubs. leaving him alone to handle his grief and fears on his own while his body receives its shot of dopamine. he doesn't want denji to think his raw gooey messy parts aren't important. as the kiss separates, bakugou realizes he's going to have to trust the half-devil on what's good for him. he can't make those decisions himself. he shouldn't. what he can do right now is to simply be with him, and let him know he's not going anywhere. that for all his strength, bakugou's going to be relying on denji for help in the next several months. therapy's not going to be fun or easy. as for lilith... hell no. those bastards have no idea what kind of work the doctors in bakugou's world did to put his arm and organs back to this state. he doesn't want them reverse engineering his surgery and trying to fix it faster, shove nanobots in his blood, or lop his fucking arm off as they seem so eager to do for people who get wrecked. leave lilith out of this.]


I'd be a pretty shit hero if I let my biggest fan down. [of course he's feeling guilty about all of this! it's stupid hero guilt he's so quick to yell at others for feeling, and then hypocritically dumps on himself! enjoy playing with that, denji. bakugou glances down to the other teen's thumb as it brushes over his knuckles. ironic part is, he's probably going to have to do the same motions during therapy on his fucked up arm. well, maybe not the kissing part. denji's soft touch, the devotion in his silent promise, brings warmth to his chest and a gentle throb in his heart. ow. kind of... he curls his hand around his boyfriend's and nudges his knuckles against his mouth in a small return of that affectionate contact. they have their differences, but it only makes him love this guy even more. he didn't fall for denji because he was the "ideal" guy with a perfect everything. he fell for him because no matter what, denji continued getting up.]

I know you can. I'll tell you all about it later. [he wants to give them both some time to rest and recover from the shock of vanishing and returning. rather than tell denji about how his arm was wrecked, his heart exploded, endeavor lost his arm, midoriya had his own arms decayed off, uraraka got almost eviscerated, todoroki had to almost kill his own murderous brother... all might... no, he'll tell denji the details later when they're in a better state to talk.] Yeah, some are more banged up than others, but they're alive.
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-11 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[is he worth it? is denji worth the challenges arising in their relationship, presenting themselves to bakugou in one gory or frustrating moment after another. splayed and grisly, a far cry from the perfect he image he likes to see himself in. a boy who wants to be a hero, a boy who wants to be loved, a boy who wants to be accepted even with his damaged self. he comes with baggage, he comes with issues, he comes with background, trials, pain. is he worth it? ... yeah. yes he is. bakugou took stock of everything and more when he realized his feelings for denji. a life with the half-devil would bring challenges, would drag his hand down his face, would vex and rankle him. he knew all these things, and accepted them. arguments, disagreements, knowing there would be things he'd never fully understand about his boyfriend, there would be places inside him bakugou would never be able to reach. he made his decision with his mind weighing heaps of "but's" and "you know's" and more he wouldn't know until later. and he still said yes. to his feelings, to denji's, to the "us" that became of their individual selves.

human, devil, hero, civilian, strange, normal, denji is denji, and denji is the man he loves. no matter how broken he is. so he reaches out and cups his cheek, smooths his thumb over flush skin under his eyes, cards his fingers through his shaggy hair (reminder to get that trimmed soon), and caresses the back of his neck as he leans in for a quiet kiss. promising though touch alone he's not going anywhere. denji will never be "too much" for him. even if they have to take some time to sit alone and let things vent. even if they don't see eye to eye. even if denji's heart slams in his ribs and he wants to scream at bakugou's world for abuses he sees. if he wants to talk about those things, he can, but all the same, there's hesitation on the hero's part to bring up everything right now. mostly because war remains fresh in his mind and he'd rather not go diving back in on either of their parts. later. when they have some time to rest and accept this.]


Heh. So where'd that pout come from when I pulled you away from the dessert bar last time? [a quiet tease. times he's seen denji's expression furrowed and his lower lip stick out. earlier moments when sex had to be put on hold. or a request to stay in bed longer gets rejected. yeah, he knows that's not the same disappointment denji spoke of just now. but he's going to poke at him even a smidgen for the sake of bringing his heart up in his sorrowful sea.]

Aa. We won. [there are places where he doesn't think it felt like they did. all for one died. shigaraki died. toga died. toya's on the road to death. jirou lost her ear. midoriya's arms were crushed. all might's body was wrecked. tokoyami and hawks were all but eviscerated. cities were demolished. land masses were torn asunder. their nation is scarred even as it begins to recover and the losses are tallied. they won, they have a society and nation to rebuild, not to the way it was, but to a way that's better for everyone. a burden no one symbol of peace can shoulder alone. victory... (oy, he's 17 too, you know, only three and a half months from 18.)

as denji slumps and his shoulders hunch, bakugou wraps his arm around the other boy's shoulders and neck, holding him close as they sit in bed together. listening to his words and feelings leaking out around the chokehold in denji's throat. their hands remain joined, resting close to denji's collar.]
I'm sorry...

[of course he shouldn't apologize. it's not his choice to leave or stay. and yet, the guilt remains, knowing his disappearance tormented his boyfriend. leaving behind someone he cared about so much. what else could he say? anything sounds pithy and even dismissive. chiding him for not trusting he'd return is out the window. encouraging him to have faith if it happens again is foolish. reminding denji he vanished twice now as well is pointless due to the sheer speed at which he blinked out and returned. promising he wouldn't leave again is stupid. bakugou rests his head against denji's own.] I'm sorry I left you alone.
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-12 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[might. only a might. bakugou's seen darkness in his own world. and his world didn't have the excuse of devils from another realm. only human darkness. bad choices made from fear, pride, eagerness, protection, good and bad reasons and emotions. even good choices that ended up with bad results. he's seen people murder, he's seen people die, he's seen people torture, imprison, bully, hurt, ignore, abandon. he's walked through ugly alleys and stood in criminal dens. yet all of that comes from a young man who never lived in the shadows. of course his mindset will never be able to align with denji's. and he has to accept that. but at the same time, he has to prove to his boyfriend nothing he says or does (short of straight-up continued villainy) would ever be enough to turn bakugou away from him. the only way to prove it is to smash into every damn doubt the half-devil births in his head, crash against each foul thought promising nothing good can come to or for someone as messed up and unimportant as denji, sink his hands into them like shadowy vestiges and rip them apart one by one, over and over, as many times as he needs to in order to reach that small boy way down inside, and offer his hand to him. maybe he'll never be able to touch his soul and heart in this life... but he won't stop trying. he vowed to never be one of those bodies lying behind denji. never wear a label of regret, betrayer, left, mistake, abuser, or anything else littering his boyfriend's past. bakugou won't break that vow. ever.

he lifts his head to give him some space enough for his hand's invading between them, watching his skin come away wet with tears smeared across his cheeks and nose. good thing he doesn't bother explaining himself; that'd've gotten a miffed look. part of him wants to raise denji's head, look into his eyes and remove them from the shield of his bangs. but he holds back, waiting to let the other boy make that decision for himself. he doesn't expect his body to swim with confidence and assurance right now. not after having someone he cared for so much so suddenly and easily ripped away from him. it's a miracle the other boy's even got his head together as much as he does. he continues to be his source of strength. as much as he can. if it'll be of any comfort to him.]


You would've gotten sick. [can denji get sick? he's seen his boyfriend eat a lot of things... going on a sugar binge would make him hyper at worst. those other aspects when he had to put his foot down for one reason or another are becoming more rare as they two work out their life compromises between them. denji's more and more able to cut deals with the hero, and bakugou's able to encourage the hunter to accept a few more "healthy" life choices. hopefully, this trauma will begin to fade after a few weeks. he'll never be able to convince denji he won't leave. but he intends to give him day after day of good memories as long as he's here. fingers wander across his own and he curls them, lacing their digits together and brushing his fingertips over the back of denji's hands, feeling warm skin and slender bone. physical. raw. present.

they can compromise, again, one actions going forward. of course bakugou's going to be mad he has to let his boyfriend take over the heavier work. grump about not being able to drive as much. stuck doing paperwork instead of kicking villain butt. relegated to handcuffing the bad guy only after denji's beaten them to a sobbing mess. guess they'll be working together more in the kitchen too, sharing meal making in their rooms over the small collection of burners and cutting boards. that'll be nice though. making the bed's gonna suck...

he leans into the kiss once it settles on his cheek. eyes lid halfway as they gravitate around towards his mouth. finally closing when lips meet lips and he's taken back to so many times they've kissed together. sheets scuff under skin and clothes, knees clunking as denji faces him and deepens the kiss. he eases his arm to rest on his boyfriend's shoulder, his bad one remaining resting on his thigh under the care of bakugou's back of the mind. intimacy might be a shield, but it's also its own bandage. and denji's right. it's been days in the hero's world. days since he's had a kiss, been kissed, but the man he loves. only a few hours here, but so many in his mind. the half-devil knows what that's like, doesn't he. unfortunately... kissing is touch and denji is a very attractive young man. and bakugou's still a young man himself. memories and heat eagerly return to his mind, resulting in his hand curling in his boyfriend's shirt and giving him a small pull forward. if he's not stopped, bakugou's going to ease onto his back and pull denji down with him.]
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-13 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[weird thoughts are gonna spawn no matter what. bakugou's never been one to want someone else controlling his life. even advice and support from others, parents and teachers included, tend to chafe at him. bristling against the idea someone else is telling him he's wrong in his own damn life, or someone wants to take part of the effort and reason behind his accomplishments and victories. but for all his pride and aggression, he's slowly come to learn what it means to be part of a team, what it means when people are willing to come after him to help him, what it means to see a hand offered. will he take it all the time? hell no! but when he does, it won't be with teeth grit and tears burning as if he's walking through hell to do so. denji's going to help him, this time, the next time, and every time beyond that. not because he needs to or has to, but because he wants to. and the hero knows he's going to accept it for the both of them. to help denji in return. not as an ordering command, but as supporting encouragement asking him to think or consider before making a choice.]

Right. [he doesn't trust that for a moment. denji's mouth and stomach are impervious. hunger branded in his soul not to waste something edible. fitting his devil powers include eating. though part of him wants to know everything about denji, he's aware much of his past is sordid, dark, and likely clashes hard with what bakugou feels about being a hero. best some things are left unsaid. just as there are things in the hero's past he'd rather leave personal between him and the person involved. no one ever knows 'everything' about someone else. even the people they love. only enough room for one full life in one head. pieces of others are best they can have. pieces of denji in his life. not as the dirt in an alley or the gore of some monster, but as a warm growing hero refusing to fall despite the tragedies and struggles his life throws at him. that's what bakugou focuses on in his boyfriend. who he is, what he wants, who he could be. but at the heart of it all, is denji. not chainsaw man. not a weapon or a pet. denji. the boy he took hold of his hand and held on tight. maybe he is out of his league. doesn't stop him from making his choice and hauling his ass up to stand beside him. no one gets to decide denji's worth to bakugou except bakugou. not even denji. tried with kabru twice, both soon ignored/dropped, so ixnayed any future attempts

guess there's something to be said about meeting up with your boyfriend after what is weeks in his world but only hours in this one. bakugou rests his free hand in denji's hair, arches his back as that arm loops around his spine, and lets the other boy ease him down onto the bed once more. his injured arm slowly slides to rest flat on the sheets beside him, hopefully out of the way of potential hand or knee placements. his good one will have to make up for its missing partner, running huffle scuff through denji's hair in more heated movements as kisses turn to nigh making out while his boyfriend ease atop him. has to lift his head somewhat for those pillows to wedge under there. a hand on his side, catching a blanket to curtain them in the bed, heedless of it being well into morning by now. denji's been up without sleep for hours, hasn't he. kisses break, forehead to forehead, eyes to eyes. and back again, tilting his head to deepen those touches. tongue on his lips, inciting his mouth to open and his own slick muscle curling out and running across the surface of his boyfriend's. he knows exactly what words exist in those movements. dammit, he wants to hug him, pull him into a tight embrace, press bodily to him and soak in all those tactile physical closeness devils like so much. but he's stuck with a hovering body and a hand on his thigh. dammit... denji's gonna be responsible now?]


A few hours ago. I was in the middle of changing the bandages.
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-14 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[bakugou bites at his lip even if it means making the smile vanish for a gasp or increase with pleasure. no complaint from his mouth about denji's insistence on treating all food as sacred. even if he'll put his foot down when it comes to his boyfriend wanting to save fish bones and clam shells. look, he'll boil them to make a stock, but he's not gonna watch his mate crunch away on scraps and refuse as if he's got no idea where or when his next meal will come from! (no he doesn't bitch at denji for apple cores or carrot tops, but he's not making any damn banana peel "spaghetti" - that's bullshit and you know it.)

alas, he can't answer any questions on why the other boy might start chewing on devils during his fights, apart from needing blood to regenerate his injuries being the obvious answer. why bother wasting time holding up the spigot for a drink, or exposing your vulnerable side to bend down and lap, when you could do damage with a chomp and regenerate simultaneously? maybe he should tell denji about that yakuza member who's quirk was eating things... he might be intrigued by it. or that straight-jacket freak who could attack by elongating his teeth to fucking ridiculous size and shapes. gross. bakugo used to carry some little packets of his blood on him when teamed up with denji during kaiju fights, but he stopped doing that after the disastrous vegas mission, aware of denji's feelings about hurting him in the desert. it hasn't been a problem since, though they did have that talk about how to supplement that in a battle. raw meat or blood packets.

oy, don't talk about emotional injury unless you want to see bakugou get growly. does he consider himself emotionally injured? no, though he unconsciously bears scars of war in his mind and heart as well as on his flesh. he endured war and experienced it, but refuses to let the battle cripple him in any way. a hero doesn't falter in fear or ptsd flashes! (this from the guy who still tenses up if someone grabs him by the nape out of nowhere -- thanks, fucking bacon face.) if anything lingers after the war, it's a quiet somber over not being able to save everyone. he didn't have a final boss he emotionally resonated with like the other three, and yet, he saw how sorrowful midoriya, todoroki, and uraraka were over their inability to save the villains they tried their hardest to reach. he'll eventually talk to denji about these things. though they lost plenty of heroes and villains in the war, miraculously, his classmates and teachers all made it through. though midnight's death will forever affect him. as for his arm, well dammit, he's getting the fucker back! even if physical therapy drags him through hell to reach it! there's time to think about his unknown future and his fear later. denji will probably need to do some digging to reach that topic.]


Not right now. [which is probably telling. aching happens when he pain meds wear off. throbbing, burning, itching, freezing, whatever the fuck his frayed nerves feel like feeling under his skin. breaking his bones in so many places, having his muscles ripped apart, his flesh half peeled off from the torquing, his arm went through a lot. but the doctors did their damnest and its shape was salvaged. these ugly scars and weaknesses will be the payment for quite some time. bakugou drops his head to the side, breath catching as denji latches onto the slope of his neck. he feels no pain now. only denji. his boyfriend, his warm body, his strong form, his sucking drag and sharp teeth. leaving marks already. on his skin that's already mottled from before. tension pulls at his body, free arm wrapping around denji's shoulders in a desperate grab that sees his fingers digging into the other boy's shoulder blade as he works on his collarbone next. dammit, he's really trying to rile him up, and it's working. gentle kisses to heady sucks. but when he reaches below his collar, hovering above the repaired damage of his chest and sternum... reality finally takes its due and bakugou drops his head on the pillow.

dammit. downstairs is working just fine! why's denji gonna focus on his fucked-up upstairs?! ... fuck.]


If you got some around here, fine. [might as well finish what was started.]
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-15 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[while he's fully able and ready to make side dishes out of fish guts and broccoli stalks, refuse like banana peels, peanut shells, bones too oft boiled for a stock, and so forth are going into compost for the greenhouse. it's called recycling. there's a difference between leftovers and "trash" when you're not living in the alleys. bakugou'll raze people to the ground for throwing away leftovers, one for wasting the food, and two for being picky morons who avoided it until the food went bad! denji probably got away with his containers of scraps for a while, but bakugou was likely one of the outsiders who found what to him was a container of trash and recycled it. if they got into an argument about it later, so be it. you're not some alley cat chewing on a fishbone! and if he had to show why those items weren't going to waste, he'll take denji to the greenhouse for a full tour plus lesson in compost.

what's up with that? mostly because he's got a damn boner now and denji's talking about changing his bandages. dismissing his death is his proud flippant way of focusing on something more important: his life. very much an "i survived, bitches" person rather than lying in bed at night reflecting on a trauma he can't even remember. pain, drive, impact, darkness... and suddenly he was standing up again, knowing he had to move. he doesn't "remember" his own death. who the fuck does? so why dwell on it. when he can dwell instead on trying not to think about denji's lips on his skin, memories of his hands sliding between his legs, a warm breath on his nape, a strong chest pressing to his back, hips slotting with his own, a now-familiar girth and length filling him- FUCKING HELL!

so much for making it go away. flopping on the bed, he cussed under his breath and glares death at the ceiling. ceiling, now that denji's head's not in the way. frustration boils under his skin. he'd rather be looking at denji's pretty face than the stupid lines and gleams of his bedroom roof. these bastards couldn't pull him back just a few minutes later when the doctors were done redoing his dressings, so he could focus on his boyfriend rather than getting these damn scraps taken off again? ... why's denji not getting off the bed? so ready to glare at him as he putzes around the room, bakugou completely misses the part where those strong legs never left the bed itself. he tugs his head up from the pillow, eyes finding his boyfriend perched on his knees between his legs instead. fuck, he did that arched spine temptation where the sheet flows down his back to pool erotic around his waist on purpose!

fingers grip at his pants and bakugou growls in relief, surprise, and vexation. he curls his fingers in the bedding beside him, teeth gritting and muscles pulling taut as his boyfriend curls into his pants' rim and tugs down. abdominal definitions crunch on his core as he lifts his hips, using his heels and calves to arch his thighs and waist so denji can work his pants down. fuck, he'll take this if the half-devil's going for a compromise. his lower body's not in any rough shape. maybe some bruises from tumbling around, but those are mostly faded. until he's got his pants worked down to that uncomfortable level of his thighs. guh, he hates that feeling... which is completely lost once denji's warm breath ghosts over his tip and fingers wrap around his aching arousal. a half-choked groan of his lover's name wrangles from his throat, good arm lifting to run his fingers down his own face. fuck. even small kisses like that are intense thanks to the time passed between then and now. knees bend outward, spreading his legs as much as he can with his pants trapping his upper thighs. denji's gonna steal his breath like this.]
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[personal profile] blastedass 2025-02-18 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[he'll immediately blame denji for instigating the damn thing! and yet, here he is, doing fuck all about pushing him away or wriggling free of his grip. katsuki's more than capable of stopping it. his mind races in two parts: one logical (quieter) side yelling about how stupid this is, how he'll elevate his heart rate, how there's only one accidental twitch or touch away of hurting his damaged parts, and one erotic (much louder) side snarling at his other brain to shut the fuck up because denji's below his damn waist, it feels amazing, and he hasn't seen his fucking boyfriend for weeks! devils are physical creatures and denji's always been more easily assured and comforted with touches than words. if taking a flight risk is the cost of giving the man he loves some reassurance, then dammit, he's going to do so! that's also not taking into account katsuki's still a teenager and he's got a fucking libido more than eagerly reacting to his handsome mate threatening to go down on him here and now. fondling the entire time. fuck...

ask him if he's a virgin and he'll promptly punt him right in his stupid face. the answer is yes if we don't accept the idea a bunch of handsome teen boys living in close proximity with each other would end up messing around with each other, and yes since his body technically reset to canon level, and no if you wanna say he has all the memories of emotional and physical reactions to denji taking his virginity (and vice versa) once more held in glowing red and gold light inside his head.

fuck, he wriggles on the bed slightly, trying to keep his motions limited to hips and lower, his good arms, and his head. wanting denji to stop fucking around and pull his damn pants off completely so he's not stuck with his legs trapped in the hem, knees twitching each time he tries to instinctively spread his legs around his boyfriend's strong chest and narrow hips. each kissing run along the side, hot breath ghosting over his shaft, fingers playing along the seam of his sac, cheek nuzzling into the now-leaking tip of his cock leaving a wet smear on denji's skin. all but tossing his head to the side with a snarling cuss when saliva drips and oozes cool slick hot onto his glans and runs down his shaft soon enough. fuck, he's salivating all over his dick and katsuki wants to grab his head and shove it right down onto himself. resisting, instead fisting the sheets and groaning as his boyfriend eases his head up to the tip once more and torments him with playful suckling and circling tongue, simultaneously fluting his fingertips up and down his now-glistening length. he's being so damn slow with it too-!!

bakugo whips his head to the front, snarling breathlessly down the length of his damaged chest when denji kisses the inside of his thigh. he can only get his knees partially up before the dynaband of his sweats' hem catches on the half-devil's chest, pinning his ripcord to his sternum and holding the hero's legs down at a certain level. the guy's basically lying between his thighs as it is and only bothered those pants down to middle thigh. bastard, lounging down there with his lashes long and his cheeks covered in rouge and his tawny eyes almost glowing behind that shaggy covering of sandy hair... he missed him. he missed him so damn much. only now remembering it clearly. until denji sets his mouth on katsuki's tip and closes his lips around it. soft and warm suddenly giving way to sharp white points that would make most people recoil and shout, but has the other boy panting in pleasure, finally ripping his hand from the sheets and fisting into his boyfriend's hair instead, head falling back on the pillow and legs struggling against their confines as precum lances onto denji's tongue. yeah, so apparently he's still got that kink for denji's teeth. fuck off. good to know his lover hasn't regained his gag reflex in the past few hours.]