[Another thing these two can be diametrically opposed to with each other. Bakugo's not interested in figuring out other people's inner workings during sex (or most ever really) and would rather get to the action and feeling amazing. Sass each other, tease, flirt, banter, wrestle, make it an active rush blowing all else out the window.
Chobe better have been standing outside a sex-related shop. If they were looking for a collar and leash in a damn grocery store... Lucky for him, it is, with rows of items ranging from sex toys to weird outfits to other accessories for interesting heated play. Good on you for eating your vegetables, Weed Face. Bakugo won't have to yell at him if they ever have a meal together and the guy starts pushing peas off his plate like a 5-year-old brat.]
I was in the basement when the riots broke out. [Trying to make sure a friend wasn't gonna get killed by whatever was lurking around in those stupid corridors.
But that's not what he wants to focus on. Bakugo picks up a leash from the display wall.] Did you see the heart?
The fucking source of all that damn thumping? Nah, I didn't. I got. . .preoccupied.
[Read: that event was the straw to break his back and agitate his suit enough to go berserk for a while. He ain't freely offering that bit up though--Akira and others already kicked his ass til his senses came back, he doesn't need Bakugo adding to it belatedly.
He crosses his arms, peering over Bakugo's shoulder to see exactly how these specialized collars look . Everything's so modern and updated, back in his day a simple rope would do. Do actual dogs get leashes this nice?? He doesn't actually voice that as to not come off as too ignorant. He may have smarts and experience in age on his side, but it pisses him off that he hasn't fully caught up with the times. Instead, pivot! ]
So what was it? A peacock heart? If that's anything like a chicken's it'd be pretty tasty.
[He's not gonna ask about what caught Chobe's attention, predicting he won't like the answer and they'll get into a mocking/argument again. If the guy's not about to tell him and keep it vague instead, Bakugo isn't interested in digging the information out of him. People's private lives aren't his business. (Totally would've kicked his ass too.)
Three collars in, he finalizes on one, turning around to face Chobe. Soft felt on the inside to avoid chafing his neck, a handsome wrap of strong red leather, spaced-out studs catching their reflections, a sturdy buckle with a D-ring attached to the clasp. The leash is corded rope with a faint gloss to it.
Without even asking, he undoes the buckle, opens the collar, and reaches to fit it around the man's neck.]
A giant ass golden organ being strangled by black chains. No one got to look at it for more than a second or two before we got thrown out.
[A peculiar organ practically advertising itself as something important? Hah. He's too familiar with that concept.]
Sounds like a weak spot. They probably won't let ya get near it again--ah.
[It's brief, and he catches himself, but just on instinct Chobe cuts himself off and flinches backwards when Bakugo reaches up with the collar. He's not put off by it, the opposite actually, surprised Bakugo picked out something classy looking and fitting of Chobe's personality rather something louder and more outrageous. But despite his immortal body, he's always got his guard up. Suddenly crossing into his space would earn most people a slash from a sword or a stab from a vine. Some habits die hard.
But maybe Bakugo didn't catch that!! He recovers immediately, lowering his head slightly to more easily get it hooked on.]
[About what Bakugo thought, though he's confused about the chains wrapped around the heart, unsure if it's something stylistic for a flamboyant entity or if there's something more ominous about the restraints.]
Tch, doubt it. I dunno why the fuck we were able to find it in the first place.
[Given the place has been so careful about guarding itself all this time, suddenly it shows a bunch of kidnapped people (with powers) its own beating life organ? Fucking stupid option to do, even if it does little more (for now) than make said prisoners aware of its mortality.
He notices Chobe's flinch. He expected it, hence not turning around and shoving the damn thing onto his throat. Most people instinctively retreat if someone goes for their neck out of the blue. The man hadn't known immortality his entire life; of course he'll retain his mortal propensities.
Bakugo shows no notice of Chobe's reaction, focusing only on getting the collar fitted comfortably and fastened properly. He adjusts it to different heights, one under his chin, another just above his adam's apple, and lastly to the base of his neck, where he opts to settle it.]
Duh. I picked it. [So modest.] Not gonna have you looking like trash hooked your neck.
[Thanks for being a bro and not calling him out on that twitch. If the roles were reversed though, one best believe he'd be rubbing it in and wouldn't ease up. Always just a tad lowkey baffling when others allow him grace like this. Seems like signaling that you're easy to take advantage of, but at least on Bakugo's end, he has the firepower to stop that nonsense in its tracks.
He leans back once the collar's on proper, bringing a hand up to tap at it. He may not have any real attachment to kink gear and the like, but as a man with zero shame, he knows when he looks good in something. He flashes a cheeky grin.]
Don't let it go to yer head. You don't like folks degrading themselves, but you're fine making sure your own trophies look polished, eh?
[Rub once and he'll be landing an explosion in his smug face. You can do that when you know your idiot partner can regrow his stupid head. Don't confuse his disinterest for mercy though. He doesn't care enough to taunt him and get into whatever crap comes from it. Other people's business isn't an interest for him most of the time, though exceptions exist. Besides, there's a small part of him lingering on the idea he thinks Chobe's kind of cool.
Bakugo lets go of the collar once it's done and starts inspecting the leash, not attempting to hook it on yet. Leave the man to figure out if he wants to adjust the circle round his neck. And yes, it does look good. He isn't gonna pick out something shitty.]
Che. My trophies don't talk back and act like smug bastards when they're getting polished.
What can I say! I'm full of rust and grime--polish all ya want, you might just be getting fool's gold.
[Not even putting himself down, he simply prefers to flaunt his foul nature loudly and proudly. Folks should know exactly what they're getting into, and if they can stand it, they earn the time of day from the ex bandit. He can't help but snicker at that cheeky ass grin from Bakugo, too. He didn't think the hero was capable of making such an expression outside of a fight.
He leans over, tugging at the leash in his hands playfully.]
So you gonna get the leash or what? Fair warning though, even if I'm being lead around like a dog, I'm more than happy to bite the hand that feeds.
[If someone wants to taunt themselves, he doesn't care about it. What pisses him off is people moping around self-depreciating like a shitty loser looking for sympathy or being pointlessly lazy. Chobe's not doing that, and Bakugo's not a complete stick in the mud. Though... does the bandit even come from a place with dinosaurs?]
Of course I'm gonna get it! I don't need you adjusting the collar while I'm trying to put the damn thing on!
[One fucking moment at a time, Weed Face! One finger flicks the D-ring upward, catching it on the tip and giving himself an easy target for the leash's sturdy clasp. He locks it on with a click and slides the sheath down to cover it in a leather tube to form a "seamless" connection between collar and cord.]
I bite back, mutt.
[And he better not be planning on walking around on all fours like a dog. Gross.]
[He's got no fucking idea what a dinosaur is, but he knows an jab when he hears one!! Archeology wasn't really on his mind back in the 1700s.]
Oooh, how courteous of ya! And here I thought you were getting cold feet, ready to send me back to the streets.
[The collar could be a little tighter, but he's not complaining. And thankfully Chobe isn't into that kind of roleplay, and would only lower himself to such an act out of manipulation or for ulterior motives. Nah, Bakugo's respecting him, he'll return that in kind. Or at least, his approximation of such.
Once the leash is hooked on, he leans back, baring that toothy shark grin.]
[And here Bakugo's thinking the guy hails back from feudal Japan, when people ran around with weird kimono like outfits, samurai armor, and poofy pants. Dinosaur age! Considering Bakugo's world is almost half a millennia ahead of Chobe's, estimated.]
I'm not gonna waste my time! [The blonde would've been long gone from the start if he has no interest in staying. Sounds simple and obvious, but his presence means he's sticking through this. Whatever "this" actually is.
Dude, he had time to adjust the collar. If you want it tighter, tighten it! Bakugo's already moved onto Step 3) Leash your crazy assassin man.
An ashen brow arches and gives the leash a tug, pulling Chobe in and brazenly biting him right on the side of his neck. Bite turned suck turned lick, leaving a visible mark when he draws back.]
[Wow he's only a hundred or so years old, don't put him on that level, gosh. The poofy samurai pants are his brother's thing, not his.
Like he said, he defaults to what other folks' like, collar tightness included. But he doesn't have time to give a quick sassy quip back, caught off guard by the yank of the leash and suddenly feeling the hero's teeth on his skin. It's a new sensation--not the biting, but usually? Chobe's the one initiating, or it's mutual mauling in a fight. Bakugo may be literally explosive, but he didn't think he had it in to him to make a move. And now? It takes some restraint on Chobe's part to not return that boldness in kind.
Maybe this hero can be more entertaining than he thought.
That mark will stay there a bit before the vines under his skin heal it up though. Gotta bite a little harder next time. ]
Huh! Better get that checked out. How about you lead the way?
[Hey Chobe, did you take your pet dinosaur for a walk today? Nar har har. At least he's not wearing those stupid puff pants. Bakugo's seen pictures of those and thought they were one of the stupidest design ideas.
He should know by now Bakugo's easy to challenge. While h won't fall for everything, his temper and pride are amazingly ridiculous. Taunting him about being scared of "catching" something, as if he wouldn't follow through on his threat to bite back, is only asking to get a solid chomp right here right now. What the hell did he expect Chobe to taste like anyways? Grass? Dirt? Spinach? Something sweaty? Who knows, but he isn't shy about running his tongue over the skin caught between his whites. Deliberately making him feel his laving muscle and a trail of gleaming saliva when he pulls back.
Tch, his healing factor's already kicking in... Gonna have to bite him harder next time.]
Lead where? [Look, you called him here to buy a leash and collar. He has no set destination!]
[Hilariously, if he manages to break his skin and draw blood before he heals up, he'll find that Chobe's taste is something of a bizarre mix of metallic and lightly floral. The floral hints are a no brainer--just a side effect from all the plant bullshit he has going on, but the metal notes stem from his energy type rather than the general coppery taste of blood. It's a hint toward why fire based powers pack more of a punch against him.
But he's not really bothered by any implications right now, instead opting to tug the leash right back with sharp grin.]
Ya know if you tease a dog they're just gonna get way too excited, yeah? C'mon, if a damn booth is too much for ya, you don't wanna hear what I gotta say in the middle of a store.
[Like a knife dragged through a flower bed? Amazing. Bakugo's only human, and the closeted nerd inside him still wonders about how Chobe got his powers, especially since he wasn't born with them. Not how it operates in his world, outside of one or two Quirks and some weird ass science only one man in the whole world (apparently) can perform. But he's already clocked the guy's vulnerability to fire, which is one reason he isn't too concerned about battling him.
More outlasting him is the big question, since he's seen him regrow something completely obliterated. Like the nomu's regeneration Quirks. It took a lot to outlast that. But, how about they not fight? Bakugo won't say no to a spar, however, since he loves clashing with other guests and testing his power against theirs.]
Don't start pissing everywhere. [Excitable mutt. He balks at the booth comment. Dammit! Never should've said anything!] There's no one in the fucking store, idiot!
[Aaah, so it wasn't the booth that was the problem. It was the people around it...]
Hah! That ain't a kink for me, sorry to disappoint.
[No disrespect to the pissants into it, just not his vibe. Too close to the roleplay for his tastes.
Chobe has an annoying trait that he wasn't even privy to until his transfomation--he's got an overflowing amount of energy, and it works as the source of his powers and regeneration. It's finite but naturally replenishes itself, even more so from outside stimulants (training, sex, etc), so it's no surprise it takes so much effort to put him down and keep him there. He's smart enough not to push his luck even if it's rare to be pushed to the edge of that well.
...well, smart enough to retreat when needed, but it's not gonna stop him from antagonizing, or flirting with danger. Sometimes literally, like right now.]
Haah? So if I bit you back even harder right now, or tried to tie ya down, what would you do? Let it happen, or yell and run away? I gotta thank ya for the purchase, after all.
[Yeah, he's not giving Chobe a single second to think that's even a possibility. Goddamn this guy's got a stupid quick wit. Tempting to hike that leash around his neck twice and give it a hard YANK! Bastard.
Bakugo's Quirk likewise runs on its own fuel: named his sweat. Meaning the longer he fights, the stronger he gets as he sweats more. So long as he stayed hydrated, he can go as long as his physical stamina will take him. And that's a long ass time given the hours he fought in the war back home.
Maybe someday he and Chobe can team up in Talon's training room, or some spot in the Vale, and have a competition of sorts. He'll silently be a nerd about the guy's powers no matter how aggressive punk badass he's being.
At the question, Bakugo only barks a laugh before tilting his head and one finger drags his shirt collar to the side, baring his neck, collar, and trap to the man's face.]
Go for it, if you got the balls. [A few small pops and cracks burst around his palm, half challenging, half encouraging. Mostly it's for the biting. Tying him up will actually get a BOOM to the gut.] I don't run from anything.
[A brief wrinkle of his nose. He knows it's metaphorical, but Bakugo's not the first to imply he might not have reproductive organs.]
Ya know being part plant doesn't mean I don't have a full human body right? Damn brat.
[Obviously he has balls!! And a plant ovule somewhere in there as bonus, but this ain't about that! Folks are lucky he's secure and semi-modest enough not to walk around fully in the nude just to prove it, gosh.
He's not gonna give Bakugo time to think on that remark though, instead going to grab him by the shirt and yank him forward, more than happy to put his money where his mouth is. Shy doesn't exist in his vocabulary, and the bite is hard and sharp, accented by his jagged, shark-like teeth, and very deliberately trying to draw blood as he sucks at the skin. He minds his vines for now, no tying up the hero, just trying to gauge his reaction first.]
Haa?! Who the fuck said-?! [Wait, did he think Bakugo meant that literally?! He knows Chobe's got all the equipment down there! How the hell did he not know that was a figure of speech?! And no, he's not going to encourage the guy to run around in his skin as preemptive perverted proving!
But all that thought flashing through his mind never reaches his mouth before Chobe does exactly what he got dared to do. A hand in his shirt, wind rushing past his ears, yanked in close just before sharp teeth slam into his neck.] Ngh-!! [Dammit, he asked him to. Did he expect Chobe to go for it? ... Yeah, pretty much.
He knows he has balls.
It hurts. Of course it hurts! A fucking mini-shark just chomped onto his trap! Pieces through his skin, drawing blood almost instantly, and he grunts at the sensation. One, he's not some damn masochist. But two, Chobe didn't shy from the challenge. And that's attractive. Bakugo grips the back of the guy's head, fingers fisting in his hair. Not enough to hurt yank (yet) as he gets a handhold. He presses the other flush to his stomach.]
[In response, there's nothing but a quick harsh laugh against his neck, before Chobe gets right back to it. Bakugo wasn't able to leave a mark on him due to his healing factor, but Chobe certainly isn't going to have that issue in reverse.
And hey, he hasn't been pushed away yet, so time to push his luck, gambling man he is. From what he's observed, Bakugo steps up to every challenge, and won't take being perceived as weak sitting down. So what happens when Chobe tries to shove the hero against the wall? It's not likely a comfortable position, especially with the leashes and other equipment dangling from their displays, but that's hardly a deterrent for him. He just wants to see if Bakugo's into it, or if he's gonna get a blast to the chest soon.]
[Bakugo gives his hair a squeeze in revenge, not tugging or pulling since he doesn't want those damn teeth dragging further in or messily out of his neck. Maybe he won't be able to leave a mark on Chobe that'll last, but he can work with what he has and enjoy the time it does linger. To say nothing to an explosion to the face...
He grunts as the shelf (or three) slam into his back, a few pieces of equipment and items rattling on the shelves.] You don't have to wreck fucking store! [Bite him all you want, but leave the stupid shelves out of it. But not this one, since he's clasping a hand onto the metal and holding on as his body grinds against Chobe's front. The leash between his hand and the man's neck goes taut with a snap, D-ring jangling for a second. Another growl reverberates in his chest before Bakugo bites down on his neck.
[Nag nag nag. Bakugo should know Chobe could give two shits about property damage. Hell, this is a mild day for him, he only pretended to have a hostage, after all. He'll have to make it up by causing some real havoc later.
But those are problems for tomorrow Chobe. Right now he has to deal with this competitive punk, having the audacity to try and out bite him. It's not unwelcome though, and that combined sensation of the tightness of the leash and teeth on his neck feels great. Kinda funny, he thinks. The last time he was this close to the hero's neck he nearly became a smear on the wall from the knee jerk reaction. But hey, the danger's the draw, and what's the point of this shit if you can't get at least a little rush? The grinding doesn't hurt either, and Chobe's gonna take the opportunity to try and sleep a hand under his shirt.]
Haah? This ain't against your hero code to get worked up by a villain?
I'll fucking tighten that collar two inches! [He does know! And on the one hand, it irks him. On the other hand, if the peacock doesn't want its shit destroyed, maybe it shouldn't kidnap people and then encourage them to fuck wherever whenever, haa?! As long as Chobe's not causing havoc (for no reason) and threatening innocent people in front of him, Bakugo's gonna be fine letting him do whatever he wants. Hell, scorch the uninhabited places. Make the peacock regret kidnapping angry crazy powerful people! Maybe it'll fucking learn.
Last time he was at his neck, they were fighting. Not making out for a potential fuck. He keeps his hand to the side, leash twang like a wire, and pulls his mouth away from Chobe's neck. Hmph, look at that; he made a mark! It's gonna fade though. Bastard. That hand under his shirt earns a hard clench of muscle, defined abs flexing beneath the scarred man's hand. Bakugo arches his spine, presses into the touch, and turns his head so he can work his mouth over Chobe's ear. Just cause he's got high regeneration doesn't mean he isn't sensitive.]
You want me to blow you up instead? [Even if there are villains here, what's Bakugo going to do? Can't put them in jail. It's pathetic. Certainly isn't gonna kill them. It's pointless. Try to make them see the error of their ways and encourage them to be good guys? ... Yeah, not his fucking preference for dealing with villains.]
[He can appreciate Bakugo's more practical approach to the shallow good guy/bad guy divide in the resort. Even if at this point his villainy is just a habitual front to keep up his reputation, he'd learned long ago his personal standing at home meant squat here. But old habits die hard, and while he has no intention of ever changing his ways, he is learning his tactics aren't needed, or nearly as effective, in modern times like this. He'd never admit it though, and it's much, much more fun using that energy to get a rise out of the good Samaritans. Feeling the immediate reaction of Bakugo's body reacting to his touch is near enough satisfaction as is.
And ding ding ding. . .Chobe dishes it out rather easily, having plenty experience of finding what tickles a partner's fancy, but it's rare anyone's bold enough to explore in the reverse. Most of his body is calloused and firmed up from years of hard work, battles, and scrapping by to survive, there's little left of him he'd call sensitive. Bakugo still manages to find a bit, and the nibble gets a light jerk out of him, digging his nails into the hero's chest with a hiss. Embarrasing.
Now, he realizes that damn leash is gonna limit his movements, suddenly finding it very annoying. He groans, half growls, burying his face in Bakugo's shoulder.]
Turn around.
[He doesn't even bother quipping back now, it's more of a demand, his whole body tensing up. At least he's "asking," still holding back those vines even though it'd make things a lot easier.]
[Trust him, a year ago, he never would've given someone like Chobe more than a single "KILL HIM!" thought. When the idea of villains being people, having a point, being worth attempting to understand and talk to, were paramount to insanity in his mind. Things change over a year of intense and varied experiences.
Here in the resort, is there really such a thing has hero and villain in the way Bakugo knew within his own world? There are heroic actions and villainous actions, but the only "bad guy" in their midst is the fucking bastard who kidnapped all of them. He does go around and patrol when the resort gets dangerous, trying to help people who are in trouble, and he'll step in if some guest is being a bastard or bitch to someone else undeservedly... but that's relatively rare. What really constitutes "crime" in a world built for hedonism?
Tch. Figures the plant-magic-user is gonna have some sort of barky tough skin, a warrior and worker is going to have callouses and firm mark. He knew that already, given the scars on Chobe's face, expecting to find more the further he touches and explores him. But he used to be human. There's bound to be some chinks in his tough hide. Sensitive spots of skin where he's soft and squirmy. Past hard muscle and taut tendons, there's gotta be some nerve endings in these places that'll get the guy tensing up and wriggling. The second the other man twitches like that, a hot breath ghosts across his ear. Heh, not even gonna bother hiding the smirk as he traces his tongue over his ear's shell.
Bastard. Demanding he turn around when he's the one holding the leash... He's tempted to snarl back, turn the tables and demand Chobe drop to the floor... Next time. He's gonna ride him into whatever surface they're on. Bakugo lets the leash slacken, but deliberately loops it around his wrist for safekeeping. A final nip and he turns around to face the shelving, head twisting a smirk over his shoulder.] Don't you dare disappoint me, Weed Face.
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Date: 6/16/25 18:48 (UTC)Chobe better have been standing outside a sex-related shop. If they were looking for a collar and leash in a damn grocery store... Lucky for him, it is, with rows of items ranging from sex toys to weird outfits to other accessories for interesting heated play. Good on you for eating your vegetables, Weed Face. Bakugo won't have to yell at him if they ever have a meal together and the guy starts pushing peas off his plate like a 5-year-old brat.]
I was in the basement when the riots broke out. [Trying to make sure a friend wasn't gonna get killed by whatever was lurking around in those stupid corridors.
But that's not what he wants to focus on. Bakugo picks up a leash from the display wall.] Did you see the heart?
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Date: 6/17/25 02:42 (UTC)[Read: that event was the straw to break his back and agitate his suit enough to go berserk for a while. He ain't freely offering that bit up though--Akira and others already kicked his ass til his senses came back, he doesn't need Bakugo adding to it belatedly.
He crosses his arms, peering over Bakugo's shoulder to see exactly how these specialized collars look . Everything's so modern and updated, back in his day a simple rope would do. Do actual dogs get leashes this nice?? He doesn't actually voice that as to not come off as too ignorant. He may have smarts and experience in age on his side, but it pisses him off that he hasn't fully caught up with the times. Instead, pivot! ]
So what was it? A peacock heart? If that's anything like a chicken's it'd be pretty tasty.
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Date: 6/17/25 23:23 (UTC)[He's not gonna ask about what caught Chobe's attention, predicting he won't like the answer and they'll get into a mocking/argument again. If the guy's not about to tell him and keep it vague instead, Bakugo isn't interested in digging the information out of him. People's private lives aren't his business. (Totally would've kicked his ass too.)
Three collars in, he finalizes on one, turning around to face Chobe. Soft felt on the inside to avoid chafing his neck, a handsome wrap of strong red leather, spaced-out studs catching their reflections, a sturdy buckle with a D-ring attached to the clasp. The leash is corded rope with a faint gloss to it.
Without even asking, he undoes the buckle, opens the collar, and reaches to fit it around the man's neck.]
A giant ass golden organ being strangled by black chains. No one got to look at it for more than a second or two before we got thrown out.
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Date: 6/18/25 04:02 (UTC)Sounds like a weak spot. They probably won't let ya get near it again--ah.
[It's brief, and he catches himself, but just on instinct Chobe cuts himself off and flinches backwards when Bakugo reaches up with the collar. He's not put off by it, the opposite actually, surprised Bakugo picked out something classy looking and fitting of Chobe's personality rather something louder and more outrageous. But despite his immortal body, he's always got his guard up. Suddenly crossing into his space would earn most people a slash from a sword or a stab from a vine. Some habits die hard.
But maybe Bakugo didn't catch that!! He recovers immediately, lowering his head slightly to more easily get it hooked on.]
--not a bad pick.
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Date: 6/18/25 21:02 (UTC)Tch, doubt it. I dunno why the fuck we were able to find it in the first place.
[Given the place has been so careful about guarding itself all this time, suddenly it shows a bunch of kidnapped people (with powers) its own beating life organ? Fucking stupid option to do, even if it does little more (for now) than make said prisoners aware of its mortality.
He notices Chobe's flinch. He expected it, hence not turning around and shoving the damn thing onto his throat. Most people instinctively retreat if someone goes for their neck out of the blue. The man hadn't known immortality his entire life; of course he'll retain his mortal propensities.
Bakugo shows no notice of Chobe's reaction, focusing only on getting the collar fitted comfortably and fastened properly. He adjusts it to different heights, one under his chin, another just above his adam's apple, and lastly to the base of his neck, where he opts to settle it.]
Duh. I picked it. [So modest.] Not gonna have you looking like trash hooked your neck.
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Date: 6/19/25 05:39 (UTC)He leans back once the collar's on proper, bringing a hand up to tap at it. He may not have any real attachment to kink gear and the like, but as a man with zero shame, he knows when he looks good in something. He flashes a cheeky grin.]
Don't let it go to yer head. You don't like folks degrading themselves, but you're fine making sure your own trophies look polished, eh?
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Date: 6/19/25 23:32 (UTC)Bakugo lets go of the collar once it's done and starts inspecting the leash, not attempting to hook it on yet. Leave the man to figure out if he wants to adjust the circle round his neck. And yes, it does look good. He isn't gonna pick out something shitty.]
Che. My trophies don't talk back and act like smug bastards when they're getting polished.
[He wants to play this game? All right.]
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Date: 6/20/25 00:49 (UTC)[Not even putting himself down, he simply prefers to flaunt his foul nature loudly and proudly. Folks should know exactly what they're getting into, and if they can stand it, they earn the time of day from the ex bandit. He can't help but snicker at that cheeky ass grin from Bakugo, too. He didn't think the hero was capable of making such an expression outside of a fight.
He leans over, tugging at the leash in his hands playfully.]
So you gonna get the leash or what? Fair warning though, even if I'm being lead around like a dog, I'm more than happy to bite the hand that feeds.
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Date: 6/20/25 01:07 (UTC)[If someone wants to taunt themselves, he doesn't care about it. What pisses him off is people moping around self-depreciating like a shitty loser looking for sympathy or being pointlessly lazy. Chobe's not doing that, and Bakugo's not a complete stick in the mud. Though... does the bandit even come from a place with dinosaurs?]
Of course I'm gonna get it! I don't need you adjusting the collar while I'm trying to put the damn thing on!
[One fucking moment at a time, Weed Face! One finger flicks the D-ring upward, catching it on the tip and giving himself an easy target for the leash's sturdy clasp. He locks it on with a click and slides the sheath down to cover it in a leather tube to form a "seamless" connection between collar and cord.]
I bite back, mutt.
[And he better not be planning on walking around on all fours like a dog. Gross.]
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Date: 6/20/25 02:08 (UTC)Oooh, how courteous of ya! And here I thought you were getting cold feet, ready to send me back to the streets.
[The collar could be a little tighter, but he's not complaining. And thankfully Chobe isn't into that kind of roleplay, and would only lower himself to such an act out of manipulation or for ulterior motives. Nah, Bakugo's respecting him, he'll return that in kind. Or at least, his approximation of such.
Once the leash is hooked on, he leans back, baring that toothy shark grin.]
Hah. Make sure ya don't catch anything if you do.
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Date: 6/20/25 02:18 (UTC)I'm not gonna waste my time! [The blonde would've been long gone from the start if he has no interest in staying. Sounds simple and obvious, but his presence means he's sticking through this. Whatever "this" actually is.
Dude, he had time to adjust the collar. If you want it tighter, tighten it! Bakugo's already moved onto Step 3) Leash your crazy assassin man.
An ashen brow arches and gives the leash a tug, pulling Chobe in and brazenly biting him right on the side of his neck. Bite turned suck turned lick, leaving a visible mark when he draws back.]
I run hot.
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Date: 6/20/25 03:10 (UTC)Like he said, he defaults to what other folks' like, collar tightness included. But he doesn't have time to give a quick sassy quip back, caught off guard by the yank of the leash and suddenly feeling the hero's teeth on his skin. It's a new sensation--not the biting, but usually? Chobe's the one initiating, or it's mutual mauling in a fight. Bakugo may be literally explosive, but he didn't think he had it in to him to make a move. And now? It takes some restraint on Chobe's part to not return that boldness in kind.
Maybe this hero can be more entertaining than he thought.
That mark will stay there a bit before the vines under his skin heal it up though. Gotta bite a little harder next time. ]
Huh! Better get that checked out. How about you lead the way?
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Date: 6/20/25 19:09 (UTC)He should know by now Bakugo's easy to challenge. While h won't fall for everything, his temper and pride are amazingly ridiculous. Taunting him about being scared of "catching" something, as if he wouldn't follow through on his threat to bite back, is only asking to get a solid chomp right here right now. What the hell did he expect Chobe to taste like anyways? Grass? Dirt? Spinach? Something sweaty? Who knows, but he isn't shy about running his tongue over the skin caught between his whites. Deliberately making him feel his laving muscle and a trail of gleaming saliva when he pulls back.
Tch, his healing factor's already kicking in... Gonna have to bite him harder next time.]
Lead where? [Look, you called him here to buy a leash and collar. He has no set destination!]
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Date: 6/22/25 17:13 (UTC)But he's not really bothered by any implications right now, instead opting to tug the leash right back with sharp grin.]
Ya know if you tease a dog they're just gonna get way too excited, yeah? C'mon, if a damn booth is too much for ya, you don't wanna hear what I gotta say in the middle of a store.
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Date: 6/22/25 17:59 (UTC)More outlasting him is the big question, since he's seen him regrow something completely obliterated. Like the nomu's regeneration Quirks. It took a lot to outlast that. But, how about they not fight? Bakugo won't say no to a spar, however, since he loves clashing with other guests and testing his power against theirs.]
Don't start pissing everywhere. [Excitable mutt. He balks at the booth comment. Dammit! Never should've said anything!] There's no one in the fucking store, idiot!
[Aaah, so it wasn't the booth that was the problem. It was the people around it...]
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Date: 6/22/25 19:10 (UTC)[No disrespect to the pissants into it, just not his vibe. Too close to the roleplay for his tastes.
Chobe has an annoying trait that he wasn't even privy to until his transfomation--he's got an overflowing amount of energy, and it works as the source of his powers and regeneration. It's finite but naturally replenishes itself, even more so from outside stimulants (training, sex, etc), so it's no surprise it takes so much effort to put him down and keep him there. He's smart enough not to push his luck even if it's rare to be pushed to the edge of that well.
...well, smart enough to retreat when needed, but it's not gonna stop him from antagonizing, or flirting with danger. Sometimes literally, like right now.]
Haah? So if I bit you back even harder right now, or tried to tie ya down, what would you do? Let it happen, or yell and run away? I gotta thank ya for the purchase, after all.
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Date: 6/22/25 20:16 (UTC)[Yeah, he's not giving Chobe a single second to think that's even a possibility. Goddamn this guy's got a stupid quick wit. Tempting to hike that leash around his neck twice and give it a hard YANK! Bastard.
Bakugo's Quirk likewise runs on its own fuel: named his sweat. Meaning the longer he fights, the stronger he gets as he sweats more. So long as he stayed hydrated, he can go as long as his physical stamina will take him. And that's a long ass time given the hours he fought in the war back home.
Maybe someday he and Chobe can team up in Talon's training room, or some spot in the Vale, and have a competition of sorts. He'll silently be a nerd about the guy's powers no matter how aggressive punk badass he's being.
At the question, Bakugo only barks a laugh before tilting his head and one finger drags his shirt collar to the side, baring his neck, collar, and trap to the man's face.]
Go for it, if you got the balls. [A few small pops and cracks burst around his palm, half challenging, half encouraging. Mostly it's for the biting. Tying him up will actually get a BOOM to the gut.] I don't run from anything.
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Date: 6/23/25 00:08 (UTC)Ya know being part plant doesn't mean I don't have a full human body right? Damn brat.
[Obviously he has balls!! And a plant ovule somewhere in there as bonus, but this ain't about that! Folks are lucky he's secure and semi-modest enough not to walk around fully in the nude just to prove it, gosh.
He's not gonna give Bakugo time to think on that remark though, instead going to grab him by the shirt and yank him forward, more than happy to put his money where his mouth is. Shy doesn't exist in his vocabulary, and the bite is hard and sharp, accented by his jagged, shark-like teeth, and very deliberately trying to draw blood as he sucks at the skin. He minds his vines for now, no tying up the hero, just trying to gauge his reaction first.]
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Date: 6/23/25 03:47 (UTC)But all that thought flashing through his mind never reaches his mouth before Chobe does exactly what he got dared to do. A hand in his shirt, wind rushing past his ears, yanked in close just before sharp teeth slam into his neck.] Ngh-!! [Dammit, he asked him to. Did he expect Chobe to go for it? ... Yeah, pretty much.
He knows he has balls.
It hurts. Of course it hurts! A fucking mini-shark just chomped onto his trap! Pieces through his skin, drawing blood almost instantly, and he grunts at the sensation. One, he's not some damn masochist. But two, Chobe didn't shy from the challenge. And that's attractive. Bakugo grips the back of the guy's head, fingers fisting in his hair. Not enough to hurt yank (yet) as he gets a handhold. He presses the other flush to his stomach.]
Bastard.
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Date: 6/23/25 12:05 (UTC)And hey, he hasn't been pushed away yet, so time to push his luck, gambling man he is. From what he's observed, Bakugo steps up to every challenge, and won't take being perceived as weak sitting down. So what happens when Chobe tries to shove the hero against the wall? It's not likely a comfortable position, especially with the leashes and other equipment dangling from their displays, but that's hardly a deterrent for him. He just wants to see if Bakugo's into it, or if he's gonna get a blast to the chest soon.]
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Date: 6/24/25 00:00 (UTC)He grunts as the shelf (or three) slam into his back, a few pieces of equipment and items rattling on the shelves.] You don't have to wreck fucking store! [Bite him all you want, but leave the stupid shelves out of it. But not this one, since he's clasping a hand onto the metal and holding on as his body grinds against Chobe's front. The leash between his hand and the man's neck goes taut with a snap, D-ring jangling for a second. Another growl reverberates in his chest before Bakugo bites down on his neck.
Two can play this game!]
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Date: 6/24/25 16:34 (UTC)[Nag nag nag. Bakugo should know Chobe could give two shits about property damage. Hell, this is a mild day for him, he only pretended to have a hostage, after all. He'll have to make it up by causing some real havoc later.
But those are problems for tomorrow Chobe. Right now he has to deal with this competitive punk, having the audacity to try and out bite him. It's not unwelcome though, and that combined sensation of the tightness of the leash and teeth on his neck feels great. Kinda funny, he thinks. The last time he was this close to the hero's neck he nearly became a smear on the wall from the knee jerk reaction. But hey, the danger's the draw, and what's the point of this shit if you can't get at least a little rush? The grinding doesn't hurt either, and Chobe's gonna take the opportunity to try and sleep a hand under his shirt.]
Haah? This ain't against your hero code to get worked up by a villain?
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Date: 6/24/25 20:41 (UTC)Last time he was at his neck, they were fighting. Not making out for a potential fuck. He keeps his hand to the side, leash twang like a wire, and pulls his mouth away from Chobe's neck. Hmph, look at that; he made a mark! It's gonna fade though. Bastard. That hand under his shirt earns a hard clench of muscle, defined abs flexing beneath the scarred man's hand. Bakugo arches his spine, presses into the touch, and turns his head so he can work his mouth over Chobe's ear. Just cause he's got high regeneration doesn't mean he isn't sensitive.]
You want me to blow you up instead? [Even if there are villains here, what's Bakugo going to do? Can't put them in jail. It's pathetic. Certainly isn't gonna kill them. It's pointless. Try to make them see the error of their ways and encourage them to be good guys? ... Yeah, not his fucking preference for dealing with villains.]
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Date: 6/24/25 22:04 (UTC)And ding ding ding. . .Chobe dishes it out rather easily, having plenty experience of finding what tickles a partner's fancy, but it's rare anyone's bold enough to explore in the reverse. Most of his body is calloused and firmed up from years of hard work, battles, and scrapping by to survive, there's little left of him he'd call sensitive. Bakugo still manages to find a bit, and the nibble gets a light jerk out of him, digging his nails into the hero's chest with a hiss. Embarrasing.
Now, he realizes that damn leash is gonna limit his movements, suddenly finding it very annoying. He groans, half growls, burying his face in Bakugo's shoulder.]
Turn around.
[He doesn't even bother quipping back now, it's more of a demand, his whole body tensing up. At least he's "asking," still holding back those vines even though it'd make things a lot easier.]
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Date: 6/25/25 02:30 (UTC)Here in the resort, is there really such a thing has hero and villain in the way Bakugo knew within his own world? There are heroic actions and villainous actions, but the only "bad guy" in their midst is the fucking bastard who kidnapped all of them. He does go around and patrol when the resort gets dangerous, trying to help people who are in trouble, and he'll step in if some guest is being a bastard or bitch to someone else undeservedly... but that's relatively rare. What really constitutes "crime" in a world built for hedonism?
Tch. Figures the plant-magic-user is gonna have some sort of barky tough skin, a warrior and worker is going to have callouses and firm mark. He knew that already, given the scars on Chobe's face, expecting to find more the further he touches and explores him. But he used to be human. There's bound to be some chinks in his tough hide. Sensitive spots of skin where he's soft and squirmy. Past hard muscle and taut tendons, there's gotta be some nerve endings in these places that'll get the guy tensing up and wriggling. The second the other man twitches like that, a hot breath ghosts across his ear. Heh, not even gonna bother hiding the smirk as he traces his tongue over his ear's shell.
Bastard. Demanding he turn around when he's the one holding the leash... He's tempted to snarl back, turn the tables and demand Chobe drop to the floor... Next time. He's gonna ride him into whatever surface they're on. Bakugo lets the leash slacken, but deliberately loops it around his wrist for safekeeping. A final nip and he turns around to face the shelving, head twisting a smirk over his shoulder.] Don't you dare disappoint me, Weed Face.
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