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Summary: Of all the things he’s experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Bakugou is hit with a strange quirk. You reap the benefits.
AN: This fic is 50% crack and 50% raunchy smut. I have zero explanations for this. Also big thanks to @lady-bakuhoe for ranting with me once about the fandoms weird level of hatred towards Bakugou, thus inspiring me to write something for him. I’m so sorry it was this.
Warnings: smut, language, oral sex (m receiving), dom/sub undertones, rough sex, degradation, spanking, choking, inappropriate use of quirks
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Of all the things he’s experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Kirishima glances at him out of the corner of his eye as they step into Bakugou’s office, red eyes narrowing in concern as he sees Bakugou’s gritted teeth and clenched fists. “Are you sure you’re okay, bro?” he asks, a little hesitant.
“I’m fine,” Bakugou practically snarls between his teeth. Fuck. The tingling sensation starts in his gut, heat spreading through his limbs, and he nearly swears aloud as the sensation shifts to his dick, his boxer-briefs getting uncomfortably tighter. Shit, he’s probably up to at least another inch by now. Thank god his pants are baggy.
Unfortunately, Kirishima isn’t so easily convinced. Brows furrowing, he looks Bakugou over slowly, searching for any lasting effects from their earlier scuffle with a few low rank villains. “You’ve been acting kind of… strange,” he settles on after an awkward beat of silence, “since you got hit by that quirk. You know, you probably should have gone to a—”
“I said I’m—” Bakugou cuts himself off as that tingle comes back. “I’ll be fine,” he corrects himself. The tingle goes away, and he almost groans in relief as his dick returns to its normal size. “Drop it, Kirishima.”
Kirishima holds his hands up in front of him, placating his huffy friend. “Okay, okay. I get it.” He backs off, still eyeing Bakugou warily as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He glances at the time. “Look, man, I gotta go. I have a date in twenty, and she’s gonna kill me if I’m late again.” His smile is apologetic, but exhausted.
“Whatever.” Bakugou tosses off one of his gauntlets, letting it clatter against the floor noisily. Breathing slowly through his nose, he peels off his mask as well, setting it down on his desk. It’s fine. Everything is fine. He can handle this. It’s just a really fucking annoying quirk that’ll probably go away on it’s own by the end of the day.
Another tingle stirs in his gut, and then his underwear tightens again.
I just figured out why I love the portrayal of Max Phillips so much compared to Pedro’s other rolls. Max Phillips is all big motions and broad gestures and powerful expressions. He takes up space, he moves through the frame, he draws your eye. You know how movement in a painting or photo draws your gaze to move through the work? That’s how I feel watching Bloodsucking Bastards.
Let’s compare to the other characters.
Oberyn: coiled and collected, ready to strike whenever he’s on screen. No bold movements until the fight. Even his extreme emotions arent so unbridled. The twinkle in his gaze is hot and dangerous but so carefully contained.
Whiskey: he’s acting the whole time, the boldest moves we see are the bar scene and then in the med bay when he starts chatting up Ginger. Otherwise it’s all carefully controlled. He struts, but he’s purposefully not trying to draw your gaze.
Ezra: ok, the suit weighs him down, yes, but even before he starts being warn down by the infection, he’s more subtle in his movements. He’s living a life a survival, which comes to him as staying low until it’s time to strike, so no big moves or grand gestures. He just…flows with the current and prays it takes him to safety.
Javier: we see some of the most motion from him, what with all the running and screaming and, ehem, other activities. And he definitely takes up space, but it’s all out of despiration and drive, and Javi doesn’t enjoy a moment of the fighting. You can tell he’s tired.
Marcus Pike: Well, I blame the writers for this. He’s not the main love interest so the writing has him more contained, less developed, because it’s all supposed to be Jane in the end. But even so, even when Marcus is showing off, taking down the baddy and absolutely puffing his chest out, his still controlling it, keeping it reigned in. He’s a Very Serious FBI Agent.
Tovar: a man who doesn’t like to make a scene. Carefully calculated and would rather fly under the radar. Even his fighting, while skilled though it is, isn’t flashy or showy. The most movement we see is really when he goes matador on one of the monsters. Again, movement catching your eye.
Moreno: I mean, he spends most of the movie sitting around with a headache, so I can’t say much here. It’s a child’s movie, after all. Apples and oranges.
Maxwell: drama, yes, but its strained the whole time to the point where you almost don’t want to look at him. The used car salesman vibe is similar, but Lord strikes me different, probably because we are far more acutely aware of how little he can back up his words. But even in his most dramatic moment, televising his desire for wishes world wide, he’s not really moving much. It’s all wind, even when he’s prowling towards Diana. Hot, absolutely, super captivating, no not really.
Max Phillips is completely unrestricted in everything he does. He’s not even really acting, as far as evan or amanda are concerned, he’s just leaving out key details. It’s not an act, it’s a used car salesman bid, but that cocky, slimey demeanor is backed by, ya know, being able to eat you…so…. yeah, I like Max because it’s just so unrestrained,unbridled, unrestricted. It’s fun and captivating to watch,and it’s so unlike his other roles. I love it.
