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Hawks/Touya Todoroki/Katsuki Bakugou
Ao3 Tags: Minor Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Top Takami Keigo | Hawks, Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Spanking, Oral Sex, Subspace, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Double Anal Penetration, Come Eating, Snowballing, Aftercare, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut
*No cheating*
Dampness beaded on his brow as he glared at the door in front of him. He understood that he wasn't breaking any rules, Hitoshi gave explicit permission to visit while away on a mission. He'd just never had to use the option. Stomach churning with nerves, he raised his arm to rap his knuckles across the wood just as a drop of sweat trickled down his spine. The anxiety screamed at him to escape, almost winning right there before the door swung open.
Katsuki hadn't necessarily thought Hawks would be wearing comfortable clothes, but a full blown suit hadn't crossed his mind. If he wasn't so tense, the outfit would have been helping him shift into the proper head space.
"Bakugou, come in." Hawks smiled and ushered him through the entryway. They stopped in the middle of the living room and Katsuki stood stiffly with his hands in his pockets and taunt shoulders. "Bakugou," Hawks called out softly. "We don't have to continue if you're uncomfortable. You can leave and I'll never bring it up again."
"It's not, I'm not like a bad uncomfortable. I'm just." He grunted in frustration and aggressively racked his fingers through his hair. This is why he never came to Hawks for help when Hitoshi was gone. Hitoshi understood him, and could read him when he had difficulty articulating his words. He swallowed and forced himself to meet Hawks's patient gaze. "I need it."
Hawks closed the short distance between them and brushed a thumb along his cheekbone, and Katsuki leaned into his hand. Hitoshi was pushing two months undercover and the warmth of someone else's skin was like a balm to his frayed nerves. Work had been a shit show recently, annoying PR events, and nosy paparazzi vultures. Katsuki felt like a string stretched to its limits, seconds away from snapping. He didn't want to think anymore, wanted the decision making taken away from him for a bit.
"Would getting on your knees for me help you relax?" He nodded and Hawks guided them to the couch where Katsuki immediately sunk down to the floor and tucked himself between his legs. Hawks clicked his tongue with amusement and moved his cheek on his thigh. "That's it, are you going to be a good kitten for me?"
A small part of him clung to anger about giving in so quickly, but he was tired, and Hitoshi trusted Hawks enough to let him take care of Katsuki. "I'll be good," he confirmed and Hawks grinned.
"We have to go over a few things before we start, okay?" He brushed the tips of his fingers across the side of his neck. "We won't go too extreme this first time since I'm not familiar with your limits. Tell me what you like."
"I like impact play, breath play." He sighed as the light ministrations on his throat encouraged him to go limp. "I don't mind a little degrading and I'm okay with orgasm denial. I've never gone more than four orgasms in a session." Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Where's the princess?"
Hawks picked up his phone. "I sent him on an errand to ease you in a little before he joins. He'll be here." He lifted Katsuki’s head up by the chin. "Traffic light system or tap either one of us twice if you can speak, understand?"
"Light system or two taps," he repeated back.
Hawks grinned. "Take your clothes off for me, kitten." Slipping his tank top off with ease, he stood up to drop his sweats and the rest of his clothes until he waited for the next command. Hawks silently absorbed the sight of his body with his head tilted to the side and hooded eyes. Katsuki fought the urge to squirm under the new attention. Finally, Hawks ended his misery by curling his hands around his waist and pressing the cool pads of his thumbs into his hip bones. He allowed himself to be pulled into his lap, hesitantly placing his hands on Hawks's shoulders.
Fingers laced through his hair and tipped his head back. Hawks dropped the hand from his hair to gently lift his hips up to cup his ass. The tip of his tongue flicked the underside of his jaw, followed by a brief scratch of teeth without enough pressure to leave a faint mark. He trailed down the column of his throat, along a collarbone, and back up again. The light touches whispered across his skin, sending cold chills over his body and making the hair on his arms stand on end. The seemingly random path made him hyper aware of the short teases of teeth and tongue, each one becoming more sensitive than the last. The anticipation of the next ghosted touch overwhelmed his senses to where he distantly registered Hawks kneading the flesh of his ass and back of thighs.
"Look at you," Hawks cooed and smeared the bead of precum on his dick, making his hips jolt with surprise. "I've hardly touched you and you're already a mess."
"Fuck you," he rasped, annoyed at how little heat backed the words.
"That's not very nice, kitten." He dug his thumb into the underside of the head of his cock and Katsuki moaned. In slow motion, Hawks shifted his position to him laying across his lap with his ass in the air. "No cumming until I give you permission. Rude kittens have to earn it by being good."
The first smack was light, meant to slowly warm the area up for more intense hits. It quickly wasn't enough, and he grunted with frustration. Hawks chuckled and continued with the baby pace. "Give me more!"
"Good kittens ask nicely."
Katsuki gritted his teeth. "Hit me harder, please?"
"Not good enough." He sighed disappointedly. "I want to give you what you need, but you have to follow the rules." Katsuki stubbornly ignored him and endured the useless blows, trying to tamp down the disappointment. He pathetically didn't last long, whimpering another 'please' and was rewarded with a sharp smack.
He groaned and burrowed his chest into the couch, wiggling his hips in the air. Hawks spanked him again and the sting of pain temporarily filtering out all the bad shit. Sometimes he hit a spot in succession, while also alternating between ass cheeks and thighs. His skin throbbed, but the ache acted like a safety blanket and let him peacefully float in a hazy cloud.
Delicate fingers brushed his damp bangs off his forehead and he turned his face to nuzzle against them. "How are you feeling?"
"Green." He peered up through his lashes. "More?"
"Fuck, kitten." Hawks licked his lips. "Hitoshi wasn't wrong when he said you were adorable when you begged."
"Obviously," he huffed, a little offended that anyone doubted it. When he resumed, the smacks were firmer and the discomfort shot straight to his dick. With the position, there was any friction, and he whined as he jerked his hips. Tiny whimpers escaped his throat while he clawed at the cushions. The echo of each slap in the room sent another pulse through his abdomen.
"Do you want to cum?" Hawks asked in a mocking tone.
"Yes."
He hummed. "I don't think you've earned it quite yet. You handled your spanking well, but I had to remind you to behave." Nails scratch his scalp. "Get back down on your knees." Katsuki blinked at him, but followed directions and settled back between his legs. "I almost forgot, Hitoshi doesn't like to receive during play." Hawks cradled his jaw in his hand. "I like being touched, what do you think about that? Sucking my cock, and then you'll get your reward."
"Yes, Sir." He tentatively placed his hands on Hawks's thighs. The corner of his mouth quirked up and he draped his arms over the back of the couch, gesturing with his hand to proceed. Adrenaline sparked up his spine. He needed to make Hawks feel good. His hands trembled slightly as he unbuckled his belt and released his half hard dick. Katsuki leaned in and teased the tip with his tongue before fully taking it in his mouth. By the time he worked him to full hardness, spit dripped down his chin. After a few failed attempts, he relaxed his throat enough to swallow it all down until his nose brushed against blonde pubes. Hawks cursed and buried a hand in his hair to buck his hips to slip further inside. He let his body go lax in the grip.
"Shit." He moaned and thrust again, easily sliding in and out. "You love this don't you? Being used like a toy." He hummed in agreement. He stared down at him with lustful eyes and forced his head to meet his hips. Katsuki loved it, the feeling of being completely used for someone else's pleasure. The tears spilling over his cheeks seemed to drive Hawks to thrust harder.
"My, my. I wasn't expecting something quite like this." Katsuki jumped with surprise when Touya rested his hand on his throat. "I figured you were a little cock slut." He added pressure and both of them moaned. "You're a pretty one though." A hot tongue flicked over the drying tears and warm fingers curled around the base of his dick. Katsuki keened, clutching at Hawks's pant legs.
Hawks tsked. "Touya, he's not supposed to cum yet."
"You have to wait until he does?" Touya whispered in his ear, and he attempted to nod. Touya snickered and plastered his naked chest to his back, his boner pressing against him. "Wanna see if I can get you off before you finish him?" He tried to growl since he couldn't bitch him out with a mouthful of dick, but whatever it sounded like made Touya laugh at him.
Groping his chest, he pinched a nipple and Katsuki arched his back. Touya stroked him with more purpose and he choked on a moan. Hawks continued pounding his throat, and he struggled to breathe deeply through his nose. With the added stimulation on his own dick, his impending orgasm threatened to spill over. It was all too much, and he tried to ignore it, and didn't want to cum yet. He was a good boy who followed the rules. The muscles in his abdomen twitched from effort to hold back, and his thighs were trembling. Seconds before he would have come, Touya squeezed around him to stave it off.
"Don't worry, kitten, I wouldn't purposely make you lose." He chuckled and rested his chin on the shoulder.
Hawks pulled out and suddenly Touya forced his jaw open with two fingers in his mouth. Katsuki watched him finish himself and shoot his cum over his face. Some of it landed on his tongue, but most of it splattered across his cheeks and chin. Touya ripped his hand away and crashed their mouths together. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated in between Katsuki gasping to refill his lungs. He cut it off just as abruptly as he started it, and started to lick his skin clean of cum, ending with the drops sliding down his throat.
"Come up here, kitten." Katsuki slowly registered the command and sluggishly crawled up into his lap where Hawks turned him around to face Touya. "Why don't you take care of our play thing?" Those turquoise eyes lit up and he crowded up to the couch. As soon as Hawks settled him with his legs spread wide with his knees, Touya deepthroated him.
"Fuck!" His hips jolted. "Not gonna last long," he warned in a raw voice.
"That's okay." Hawks petted his hair. "He's beautiful with his lips around a cock, isn't he?" He wasn't wrong. Somehow his eyes were still smug when they gleamed with unshed tears. True to his word, his stomach quickly tensed and soon was cumming. After he rode it out, Touya leaned up for another kiss, feeding his cum back to him. Katsuki whimpered and laved at the offering with his tongue. Eventually, he dropped his head back onto Hawks's shoulder while Touya nipped at his jaw and throat, undoubtedly leaving a few marks. "Are you ready for Touya to start stretching you?"
"Green."
Touya reached somewhere off to the side and procured a bottle of lube. He yanked his further down Hawks's lap and poured some over his fingers. The slicked finger was warm when it breached him. The movements were patient and methodical at first, letting him adjust before he added a second one. Once he started to rock to meet the thrust of the fingers, Touya targeted his prostate.
"Kitten," Hawks kneaded the pulse pointed on his neck. "Can we fuck you together?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, struggling through the confusion with Touya assaulting the sensitive nerves inside him. "Aren't you already?"
Hawks puffed out a small laugh. "I meant literally."
"We're asking if we can both be inside you at the same time, kitten." Touya clarified.
Katsuki's train of thought halted. They wanted to put both their dicks in his ass? Part of him was horrified by the proposition, but the bigger, curious and horny, part, said fuck it. "Go for it."
Touya raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not made of glass. Your dicks aren't going to break me."
"Remember those words, kitten." Touya grinned and added a third finger.
Tired of talking, Katsuki leaned his head back again and closed his eyes. Hawks roamed over his body, tweaking a nipple or randomly running a soothing hand over his pelvic bone. Air rushed between his ears and every brush over his prostate sent shock waves through his body. A fourth finger joined the rest and soon Touya was fucking his entire hand to the knuckles inside him.
"Lay down on the floor, Touya." The fingers leaving his body made a squelching noise and Touya backed away from the couch. "Go on, kitten, show me how pretty you are when you ride my snowflake." Katsuki scrambled off his lap on wobbly legs and crawled over Touya.
"Hey, kitten, are you…" He cut him off by sinking down on him, both of them cursing as he stopped flush against him.
"That's how I shut you up," he taunted and started rocking his hips.
"Fuck off," he hissed through his teeth.
Bracing his hands on his chest, Katsuki lifted himself up and dropped back down. Touya’s arms flew out to dig his nails into his waist. He wished Hitoshi was here to see Touya an absolute mess underneath him. Pressure between his shoulder blades tipped him forward, causing him to move his hands to the floor beside Touya’s head. A mix of panic and anticipation bloomed in his chest when Hawks started carving inside next to Touya.
"Easy, kitten. Our birdy is gonna take care of us." Touya stroked down his back.
The stretch burned like nothing he'd felt before, like he was being split in two. He was so fucking full, he swore his stomach was being invaded. He couldn't catch a breath, unsure if it was a pleasurable pain or not at first.
"I need a color, kitten." Hawks rasped in his ear.
"Green." Touya’s eyes flicked away from him and he nodded.
Then Hawks started moving. Touya formed an alternating rhythm with Hawks. Katsuki resigned his fate of being a glorified cock sleeve, content to drown in the sensation of being spread insanely wide and a constant pressure on his prostate. His mind buzzed loudly in his ears and every nerve in his body was vibrating. Touya came first, mewling into Katsuki’s neck. Hawks grunted and continued fucking in his sloppy hole, lube and cum dripping down the back of his thighs. Katsuki tipped over the edge next, the friction of his dick between their bodies too much on top of everything else, and he clenched down until his second orgasm ended. Hawks followed close behind, thrusting a few more times before burying in deep to fill him with cum.
Katsuki collapsed on Touya, their breaths syncing as they gathered their bearings. If it wasn't for the various sticky messes on his body, he would have fallen asleep. He wasn't sure how much time had passed until he heard footsteps returning to the room.
"Come on, you two. Bath time and then we'll rub some cream on kitten's ass so he doesn't walk weird tomorrow."
"No patrol," he muttered.
"That's good, but you're still getting rubbed down," Hawks tutted.
"You know, birdy," Touya said, "I'm the only one who didn't get a blow job, and you're the only one who didn't suck dick."
Hawks sighed. "Get in the bath."
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Dom/Sub undertones, ShinBaku, slightly nsfw
Hitoshi loves Katsuki on his knees. Loves watching his cheeks flush from embrassment and anger when Hitoshi makes him crawl across the the floor when he's misbehaved, eyes absolutely /feral/ with indigniton and arousal from the demeaning punishment. Despite that, Katsuki desperately wants to be /good/ and /always/ puts a show on for him with an enticing curve of his back. Hitoshi never makes it easy for him, forces him to stop and wait periodically so he could enjoy the view. By the time Katsuki tucks himself between his legs, Hitoshi can see how hard Katsuki is, and how much it pisses him off that he was getting off by being Hitoshi’s pretty little mutt.
Katsuki tries to act angry, but he knows the rules and the repercussions, and chooses to break them because he trusts Hitoshi to take care of him.
A thrill always sparks up his spine when and Hitoshi only has to whisper, "Good boy," in a specific tone of voice and Katsuki’s /gone/. A switch is flipped and the once furious red eyes are now soft and hazy and that clenched jaw morphs into an cute pout, bottom lip begging to be bitten.
Hitoshi will thread his fingers through the hair at the nap of his neck, and Katsuki /always/ obediently opens his mouth.
Hitoshi savors how pliable Katsuki is around his cock, whines for it. He'll mock him for being a disgusting slut drooling all over the floor. After he pulls out to soak Katsuki’s face with his cum, he'll coo soft praises like "good little whore" and "my perfect cock sleeve" in between licks as he cleans up after himself.
Katsuki knows he's hasn't been given permission to touch himself, so Hitoshi gets to watch him silently beg from the floor holding his hands against his lower back.
He makes the prettiest picture with his thighs spread, and his neglected cock swollen and angry. He hates the idea of letting it end.
Hitoshi loves to keep Katsuki on his knees.
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TodoBaku, NSFW, Feminization (afab terms used for amab parts)
I haven't posted much on here so I need to add any other warnings at the top or hashtags, please let me know! Thank you for reading!
Katsuki tugged at the hem of the dark blue skirt, scowling at himself in the mirror when the length refused to stretch further than mid thigh. The lace of the knee high stockings sparked odd sensations across his skin. Choosing one red and one white stocking at the time seemed fitting, but now that everything was on together, it only increased the embarrassment of wearing an outfit like this to begin with. He looked fucking ridiculous, the muscles of his calves and thighs clashed with the feminine esthetic, and the whatever improvement his chest in the white lace bralette provided him was overwhelmed by his broad shoulders. His body wasn’t dainty, it was solid and muscular.
This was stupid. Why did he decide this was the best surprise for Icyhot’s new ranking? He probably didn’t even remember drunkenly confessing that he wanted to see Katsuki dress like this. Fuck this, he’d change and Shouto wouldn’t even know any different. Before he could move to rip the offending outfit off, the door to the bedroom swung open.
Katsuki's face blazed red and his feet rooted in the spot under Shouto’s widened stare. He wore the typical track pants and white t-shirt he always did after a patrol shift. The shorter haircut than their high school days prevented his bangs from obscuring his eyes as they traveled up and down his body, finally stopping to hold his gaze.
Shouto licked his lips. “What’s this?”
Katsuki crossed his arms in a futile attempt to cover himself. “It’s supposed to be your surprise for hitting top five.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Supposed to be?”
“Well, duh, I look dumb as hell. I can do a better gift than this.”
Within seconds, Shouto crossed the room and cradled his face in his hands, the difference in temperature barely noticeable. “You don’t look dumb. I think you look amazing.” He swallowed and forced himself to continue holding his intense stare. “My pretty little Katsuki being good just for me.” The pad of his thumb gently pulled out his bottom lip, and he flicked his tongue over it. “I’d like to be inside you like this, wearing my colors.” Shouto’s darkened eyes sparked his own arousal in response, overshadowing the embarrassment enough to push it away. “How do you feel about that?”
The awkward wording from anyone else would be a mood killer, but the husky tone he reserved for the bedroom made up for it. He didn’t need to be a smooth talker when his eyes were an open book. Shouto found him attractive, wanted to fuck him, and was asking permission.
“It’s your present, do what you want.”
Shouto pressed his lips to his, leisurely kissing with tiny licks against his bottom lip. He didn’t prefer heavy tongue, didn’t like the feeling of all the spit, and Katsuki was fine with that. Shouto slowly turned them around and guided him backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. The mouth on his drifted downward, nipping at his jaw before kissing down his throat. Letting his eyes fall shut, he tipped his head to give Shouto more access. The slightly cooler hand gripped his waist to pulled him closer, slipping a thigh between his legs to grind against his half hard cock. Katsuki moaned and suddenly found himself tossed on the bed. When Shouto crawled up after him, he instinctively dropped his legs open to give him room.
“Fuck, Katsuki. I never expected you to wear this for me. How could you think you look dumb? You’re perfect.” Lowering his head, he dragged his tongue over his nipple through the shear lace. “Do you like being my pretty boy?”
Katsuki groaned. “Shut up.”
Shouto bit down while pinching the other nipple, making his hips jerk up into his stomach. “That’s not how you answer the question, Katsuki.”
“Yes.” He growled through clenched teeth.
“Yes, what?” He continued to abuse his nipple.
“Yes, I like being your pretty boy,” he snapped, and was rewarded with Shouto soothing the stinging nipple with his tongue.
“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Shouto smirked up at him.
“Get on with it and fuck me already.”
Cold shot through the nipple, making him hiss from discomfort. “You don’t get things just because you demand it, you have to ask nicely.”
Katsuki glared down at his smug expression, and the bastard ignored him to shift lower to spread his legs wider. His face burned from the attention to his groin and the cheeky red underwear. Instead of touching him where he needed him to, Shouto kissed the inside of his thigh, sucking hickeys into his skin and leaving small bite marks. Satisfied with his work, he gave the same treatment to the other leg. Katsuki fisted the blanket and tried to thrust his hips to get any friction on his dick, but Shouto pulled away. His huff of amusement blew air across the damp spot in the lace.
“Sho,” he whined.
“Be patient.” Shouto pulled him into his lap with his legs around his waist. His left hand circled up his thigh, warming up the skin in it’s path to his elevated ass. Pushing the fabric aside, he eased a finger into his already lubed up hole. Shouto sucked in a surprised breath. “What’s this Katsuki?”
“What’s it feel like?” He retorted.
“I’d say you prepped in advance, but I can barely get one in, so it seems like all you wanted to do was get yourself slick.”
“I ran out of time, fuck off.”
“You were just standing around when I got home.” Mischief sparked in his eyes as he pumped the finger in and out of him. “You can tell me, Kat.”
“There’s nothing to tell, asshole.”
Shouto added a second finger too soon, purposely to distract him with more of a burn. “Come on, baby, don’t you want to be good for me.”
“Fine.” He turned his head, refusing to look at Shouto. “I may have tried to play this up for you.”
“Did you make yourself wet for me as if you had a pussy?” Fuck. Hearing Shouto say pussy shouldn’t turn him on more, he didn’t have one. He whimpered, desperate that it was enough of a confirmation. “Words, Katsuki.” He commanded with a jab into his prostate that lit his nerves up.
“Fuck you, yes.” He threw his forearm over his eyes to hide. “I thought you might like to use a pussy.” The end of the admission cracked from humiliation.
“Look at me.” When Katsuki made no movement to obey, Shouto leaned forward to peel his arm away to meet his gaze. “You’ve been so considerate tonight, you should watch me enjoy you.” Katsuki nodded and Shouto returned to his spot between his legs and resumed stretching him. “Relax, Kat, just like that. I can’t fuck your pussy if your too tight.”
Shit, he didn’t think Shouto talking like that would be so hot, he already felt strung too taunt. He mewled with another assault to his prostate, and his dick throbbed from the need to cum. “Sho, please.”
“What do you need?” He slipped the three fingers out of him and grabbed the lube on the nightstand.
“Need to cum, please.”
“Go ahead, but only if you touch yourself. Show me how you play with your clit.” Shame boiled under his skin and the line between being embarrassed of Shouto using feminine terms as a replacement and the fact it turned him on blurred. Part of him rebelled at the idea of conceding to pretending his cock was a clit, but the need to cum hurt too much to care. Throwing all dignity to the wind, he wrapped his hand around himself. The beading precum provided enough glide for him to stroke himself to the edge, only to be ruined by Shouto driving into him with one thrust, halted the momentum with the uncomfortable burning stretch.
“Fuck, you asshole!” He seethed.
“Sorry, I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to feel you around my cock,” he panted and dug his fingers into his hips. After so many years together, Shouto knew all the angels to hit the right spot inside him, and he immediately set a hard pace. Eventually, he acclimated to the intrusion and the burn turned into a throb of pleasure. Both of their moans filled the room alongside the lewd squelch of Shouto’s cock fucking into him. He tipped forward with Katsuki’s legs hooked over his shoulders and he couldn’t stop staring at the mismatched stockings. Shouto gathered his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head.
Even bent in half, Shouto ensured a small distance remained between them, denying friction to his dick. “Touch me, please.” He meant for it to sound more demanding, but it came across as begging.
“Where, Katsuki?” A challenge gleamed in Shouto’s eyes that made him want to punch him.
“My fucking clit, touch my clit so I can cum already.”
Lube covered fingers curled around his dick and he let himself ride the high from Shouto grinding into his prostate while stroking him and kneading his thumb into the sensitive spot on the underside of his cockhead. The pressure in his abdomen swelled, finally heat burst throughout his limbs as he came. Shouto worked him through it until he whined from overstimulation.
Warm breath ghosted over his ear as Shouto breathed heavily. “Gonna fill your pussy up just how you like.” Katsuki whimpered and the thrusts became jerky and erratic until he finally came with a strained groan. After he rode his own orgasm, Shouto slumped into him, letting his sore legs fall to the bed and releasing his wrists.
They laid together catching their breath, until Katsuki couldn’t stand his cum cooling on his stomach anymore. “Oi, clean us up so I can go to sleep.”
Shouto chuckled. “Does that mean you don’t want to take the time for a warm bath?”
He considered if for a minute. “You’re washing me, and carrying me to the bathroom.”
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Just sharing some of my more popular fics just in case someone recognizes any! 💜💜
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Sometimes I write 1 or 2 sentences 😂
“I have an unfinished wip and I’m motivated”
*open gdocs and review the words ive made*
“Okay, I am now unmotivated” *closes gdocs*
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Even if you're using a common trope or plot, none of those other stories are written by you, so it's still different!
sometimes, as a fanfic writer, I worry about doing something that's already been done before. there's already a story with this pairing and trope, or this character and situation, etc.
of course, like many other fic readers, I like to see my favorite blorbos falling in love over and over or in the same sexy situations, but just a little differently each time.
it hit me today that it's not just fic readers who do this. you know how there's a gazillion covers of the same christmas songs? look up "have yourself a merry little christmas." there are so many covers. sure, some of them are our favorites, but if that song is a banger, you're going to listen to it performed and recorded in a million ways and still think it's awesome.
so, maybe next time when you're looking for a new fic that features your main idiots in love, pining after each other for the billionth time, and wondering why you do this, just know that if there are people who love listening to "grandma got run over by a reindeer" sung by a diversity of voices.
if that's ok, so is reading about your little meow meows being repeatedly emotionally scarred or falling in love. or sharing one bed. or going from enemies to lovers.
the world that has many renditions of" grandma got run over by a reindeer" definitely has room for more stories of your blorbos.
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I want to write something where one character decides to open up about the issues they'd been having with intimacy with a now past partner, and the other one helps them realize that they aren't broken and they might be on the asexual spectrum, and that's okay. But I don't know if I should write it with ShinBaku, which I'm familiar with writing, or maybe TodoBaku, which is a ship I've never written before
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It's really hard to focus on writing my ongoing DabiHawks fic when I have TodoBaku brain rot
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It's always the build up/fluff (?) chapters I drag my feet to write 🥲
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42672165/chapters/107194311
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Rating: Explicit
Additional Tags: Pro Hero Takami Keigo | Hawks, Tattoo Artist Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Canon Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Childhood Friends, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Abusive Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Mentions of Past Sex Work
Chapters: 2/?
The first time Hawks met Touya Todoroki, he’d been seven years old. He couldn’t find an answer as to why, but Hawks wanted to cheer the boy up, maybe because he understood how being lonely sucked.
This was game, they both knew it, and he knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn’t resist the thrill of playing it.
So why the fuck was he excited about chasing the little birdy?
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More ShinBaku headcanons that live rent free in my mind:
Katsuki buys non waterproof makeup cause he knows Hitoshi prefers how it looks when he's crying, and Katsuki knows Hitoshi will call him pretty little mess.
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(written in the mindset of existing in the world of my fic Comfortably Numb, but isn't required to have read it)
"Hey, Hitoshi, does it ever bother you that you weren't able to experience any 'firsts' with Kacchan?"
Hitoshi furrowed his brows at Denki. While the question was abrupt and random, it didn't offend or bother Hitoshi.
"But I have."
Denki cocked his head to the side, clearly confused. He supposed it made sense, he undoubtedly alluded to the sexual aspect of their relationship.
Hitoshi continued, "The first time I experienced kissing just for the sake of intimacy was with Katsuki. The first time I found myself craving the opportunity to wake up next to someone was with him. I'd never been comfortable with simply existing in someone else's space without the need to be on high alert until him."
Denki peered at him with curious confusion, and he couldn't fault him on it. The person who easily showed affection to the people in his life wouldn't even register things like this as 'firsts.'
Sexual encounters as a whole didn't really mean much to Hitoshi, they weren't special. They were a tactic he utilized while undercover, he used them to feel connected to his body when he'd fallen severely out of touch.
Katsuki was so much more than that.
"Katsuki’s the first person I could stare at every day and still be in awe with how beautiful he is. For the first time in my life, I want to live beyond a mechanical, emotionless routine so I can enjoy every moment I'm lucky enough to be present with him."
Hitoshi fought the urge to fidget under Denki’s inquisitive stare. Finally, he grinned at him. "I'm glad you get to have all that, Hitoshi."
He knows Denki doesn't fully understand how significant everything was, but his genuine happiness for him was enough.
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I decided to start using the bird app to have an option for my readers to get in touch with me, if they chose to, but now it's possibly crumbling before I could get much footing. Now here I am! Lol first time in my 26 years that I've been on Tumblr 😂 my Ao3 is Rillie_Ann where I post smutty ship fics
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I'm not sure what I'm doing lol but I'm just a spicy fanfic ship writer (26) just looking to create a nice little community to hang out in 💜
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