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kayforpay · 4 months

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BKDK shower sex

Although over the years the dorms had gone from feeling strangely vast to crushingly small, the locker room at night still held that magic. Katsuki closed his eyes as he leaned against the door, breathing out sharply. The tile was cold against his feet, and the room was chilled; it was almost two in the morning, so that made sense.

He hated being awake this late, but he had woken up in a cold sweat anyway, and this was as close as he could get to running outside somewhere for space. The worst part of the dorms was constantly being around everyone. All his classmates. The teachers always nearby enough to check in. Like Katsuki needed anything but fucking space.

Just as Katsuki was tossing his clothes into his laundry basket, he heard the water turn on, and nearly jumped. Instead, he peered around the corner, and frowned. Izuku. Of course.

He didn't wanna kill Izuku anymore, sure, but that didn't mean he wanted to spend time with the bastard, either. Not that he had a choice. The sweat on his back was dry and tacky-feeling, and he wasn't about to ruin his fresh sheets with it.

Izuku yelped when Katsuki turned the water on at his end, and then laughed awkwardly. "Kacchan! You, uh, sorry. You were so quiet, you surprised me." He mumbled, hands folded over his chest like he was covering himself up.

"Am I supposed to announce myself to you, Izuku?" His voice didn't have any venom. Dreaming about his brushes with death tended to make him less concerned with arguing, after all. "Why aren't you asleep?"

While Katsuki leaned his forehead against the tile wall, Izuku huffed a sigh. "Am I supposed to justify my schedule to you? I just couldn't sleep, so I was doing some exercises in my room." The pout was so obvious in his voice, Katsuki almost laughed. A second passed in silence, and then Izuku spoke again. "It's just not like you to have trouble sleeping. You're never up this late."

Katsuki turned to face him, letting the hot water roll down his shoulders. "What do you know? I just don't usually come down here. You shouldn't be working out so much, either. I'll get out soon so you can jerk off or whatever, so stop acting so fucking weird." He rolled his shoulders, hissing at the tightness that never fully went away.

"K-Kacchan, I wasn't-- I wouldn't do something li-like that in the showers." Izuku spun, and slipped a little on the tiles, only just managing to catch himself on the wall. His face was bright red, and he seemed like he was trying desperately to avoid looking at Katsuki at all. "Just, just because you might have come down here for that doesn't mean I did!"

After a second, Katsuki's eyes slid down Izuku's chest, his stomach, and then stopped. "Wow. You're really getting worked up just because I said jerk off? Fucking nerd." He looked away from Izuku's half-hard dick, and then back.

"N-no! No, that isn't it, I wasn't--"

He didn't think when he moved forward, stepping into Izuku's space and his much cooler stream of water. He forced Izuku to back up, and caged him in with his arms. Black whip flicked little warnings around Izuku's shoulders, but didn't grab him. "What? You were thinking about me jacking off? Is that something you wanted to see, Izuku?" Katsuki's cheek brushed Izuku's when he leaned down, into his space. He felt like he was burning from how flushed he was.

"Th-that's not, that isn't it, Kacchan, I didn't think that." Izuku's voice was so low, Katsuki almost couldn't hear it. He slid a leg forward to press his thigh against Izuku's cock, and pretended not to feel himself reacting. "Kacchan-- Kacchan, don't joke-- don't joke around."

Katsuki swallowed, and put a hand on Izuku's hip. "Tell me to stop, De-- Izuku." He rubbed his thigh against Izuku's cock, and dug his fingers into Izuku's hip.

Izuku didn't say anything, didn't push Katsuki away. When Katsuki leaned down and wrapped his hands around the backs of his thighs, Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki's shoulders and let himself be lifted up. It was awkward, and the water wasn't as good of lubrication as porn had made it seem, but when Katsuki pressed Izuku's back to the wall and wrapped a hand around them both, it felt good.

He leaned his forehead on Izuku's shoulder, hips moving in short thrusts into his own fist, one of Izuku's hands curled into the hair just at the back of Katsuki's neck, but the other wrapped inexpertly around their dicks, and Katsuki swore he could feel Izuku's pulse in each ridge of scarred skin. In his ear, and just against it, Izuku was panting, barely cutting off little moans, his lips occasionally touching Katsuki's skin.

"Close your hand tighter." He huffed, letting his lips drag over Izuku's shoulder for just a second as he did. If he turned his head now, when Izuku was tucking himself into his neck so tightly Katsuki was sure he'd have a face-shaped bruise, he would probably end up kissing the green fucker. He turned his head away, rubbing his thumb over the heads of their cocks. "Don't get fucking lazy."

Izuku nodded, and Katsuki tried not to think about feeling his eyelashes against his neck, or the fact that Izuku's hand was cupping the back of his head. He focused on working himself up, which was embarrassingly easy, because Izuku's hand was different and it felt good, and not at all, he told himself, because Izuku's shampoo smelled like it always did and he sounded like he always did and he was there against him.

He came with a grunt, shoving Izuku harder into the wall, and turned his head again, to Izuku's shoulder. It only took a few more moments for Izuku to get off, and then they just stayed still for a few more minutes, gasping the damp air and, at least for Katsuki, trying not to let his legs go out from under himself.

At least now he would be able to sleep, he thought, letting Izuku down. They didn't look at each other, and when Katsuki was scrubbing himself with body wash, he acted like glancing over his shoulder at Izuku leaving was unrelated to anything else. He just needed to get to sleep, and not think about this too much.

#thnks fr th qstns #anon and on and on and on #bnha #bkdk #drabbles #they're third years bc kacchan is THAT pining of a bitch in my heart #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #lemon #nsft

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fantasies2paper · 2 years

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I waited for my drink at the bar, tapping my heel to the music. A friend of mine had dragged me for a night out convinced I needed physical contact with the opposite gender. I had broken it off with my long time partner a few months ago and hadn't been out since. I definitely wanted to but I wasn't eager to go through the whole learning phase of the relationship again.

The bartender slid the jack and coke over to me, eyeing me up and down appreciatively. The f/c corset put the girls on full display tonight. My fluffy f/c tail, courtesy of my quirk, sat just above the low rise short black skirt that hugged me in all the right places with my thigh high boots completing the look. If i was going to be dragged to a bar i was going to feel sexy doing it. I turned after grabbing my drink, seeing my friend, Nikki, walking with two men in my direction.

As they walked closer my tail wagged, excitedly. I recognized them both and my breath caught in my throat. The taller male had messy ash blonde hair, his long lithe body wore a black button up shirt tucked into black jeans. The fabric clung to him as he walked revealing the hard muscle I vaguely remembered being there. Katsuki Bakugou.

The other had red hair I would know anywhere. His body was bigger than Katsuki's, all muscle on his broad frame. He'd opted for dark jeans and a dark tee shirt. He could've been wearing a paper bag if he wanted and it still would've had the same effect. His red eyes locked onto mine and he gave me a sharp toothed grin. Eijiro Kirishima.

"Eijiro!" Still holding my drink I ran over to the three of them, hugging my old high school friend. "You grew the fuck up, ya big lug."

"Y/n, definitely never thought I'd see you again!" He laughed ruffling my hair. The big brother I never knew I didn't want.

I huffed softly trying to fix my hair and locked eyes with Katsuki, feeling something I hadn't experienced in a long time. Brushing off the feeling I walked over to him. "You've gotten taller since i last saw you."

"You've grown up yourself, y/n" he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "Why don't we catch up a bit."

We took a seat at a table at the back of the bar and he ordered me another round of my drink and ordered himself a bourbon.

"Do you two want anything?" I looked towards Nikki only to see her and Eijiro going to dance. "Well they hit it off quickly."

I turned back to Katsuki, his eyes had been raking over me slowly and finally settled on my e/c eyes. "So where's the lucky guy?"

"No," I chuckled a bit, taking a swig of my drink. " there is no guy. Hasn't been for awhile now. What about you?"

His bourbon arrived and he drank a bit before gesturing to the bartender to keep them coming. "Likewise. I've just been focusing on my hero work. Spiky hair figured I could be his wingman I guess. Clearly, he didn't need me."

I knew about him being a pro hero. Even after I'd left UA for personal reasons I'd never stopped trying to keep tabs on Katsuki. A piece of my heart would always belong to him but I'm sure it was one-sided. Right now we were just two friends catching up.

"What have you been up to in the meantime, y/n? He asked as he took a drink and I watched fascinated as his tongue darted out to lick a drop from his lips.

"Well I've been working at an animal shelter," I recovered quickly, finishing my first drink and moving on to my second. I could feel a flush settle on my skin and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. "Gotta put my quirk to good use you know? Being able to talk to them and find the owners that abused or abandoned them helps prevent those things from happening to other innocent creatures."

Two drinks later we are laughing and chatting like we never missed any time together. I have a good buzz going and I can tell Katsuki is also feeling the warm and fuzzies. Then he hit me with it.

"Why did you leave?" He said almost so quietly I had to strain to hear him. He tipped his glass looking at the last mouthful of bourbon in the glass before swallowing it down. "Was it something I did, y/n? Did you leave because of me?"

"I left," I paused because I had never told anyone this and wasn't sure I could tell Katsuki but he deserved to know. "Do you remember when we'd got sent out to work at an agency for the first time?"

He nodded, his hand absentmindedly moving over to my free hand. I don't know if deep down he knew I needed comfort or he was just that drunk but I didn't care. I would take either of the two.

I finished what was in my glass. "Well I had been out on an assignment with another hero from that same agency. There had been a distress call, nothing major, just a stolen purse." I took a deep breath and chuckled softly. "I've never told anyone...can we go somewhere else for this?"

He almost seemed to sober up in front of my eyes as if realizing how serious I had gotten. Without another word he took my hand in his and led me to the door of the bar. We stopped in front of a beautiful American muscle car. Black with chrome rims. A four door.

I whistled. "You know I'm going to have to take this for a spin some time right?" I ran my fingers along the car all the way to the passenger side before opening the door and sliding in.

"Only if you stick around this time," he winked at me as he started her up. The purr that followed set goosebumps across my skin.

"You have a deal, sir!" I smiled brightly, nearly forgetting the seriousness we were going to have to get back to eventually. "We can head to my place unless you have a better idea."

He sat thoughtfully for a moment before pulling out of his parking spot and heading off down the road. My hand found its way to his knee and he didn't complain so I didn't move it.

We had been driving for a few minutes before I started to recognize where we were. "No!" I gasped softly. "Is this-"

"Where we had our first date." He said without looking at me. "Of course you didn't think I'd forgotten, dumbass."

The moon was full and high in the sky, reflecting off the vast ocean. The stars shared the sky and sea twinkling beautifully against their blank canvases. The inky, starry water seemed to go on forever, peacefully lapping at the sandy shore.

I unzipped my boots and jumped out of the car, my tail wagging excitedly. I found a place on the sand that was far enough from the water that I wouldn't get wet and turned to look for Katsuki. He joined me, waving a bottle of whiskey at me and holding a blanket in his other hand.

"Ah I knew i liked you." I said as he opened the bottle and took a swig. "I think I'll keep you, dumbass."

"Shut up," he grinned and handed me the bottle and spread the blanket out for us. I sat down first and he followed soon after.

He gave me time to collect myself and sip my liquid courage. He let me ground myself in the cool sand and match my breathing with the calm waves. He was so patient with me it broke my heart all over again that I left him with no warning or explanation. He deserved this if nothing else.

"So there was a stolen purse," I took a shaky breath. "The things he did to that thief gave me nightmares for months. He threatened to blame me and tell everyone if I told anyone." I drank long and hard from the bottle. "So I left."

I couldn't look at him. Hell, couldn't believe I'd told anyone for that matter. We sat there in silence for a long time before he finally said anything.

"Dumbass." He growled at me, his fists balled. "I should've been there to protect you. You didn't have to deal with any of that yourself!"

"I was a kid, Katsuki!" I turned to face him, biting my lip. "I didn't want to leave you! The only reason I came back is because that shitty hero was killed by Stain. I think about you all the damn time!" Oh no, the alcohol was starting to show itself. "Nothing smells more like regret than masturbating to an old boyfriend!" I covered my mouth.

He cocked his head to the side, fighting a small smile. "What was that last part, teddy bear?"

He growled that last part, sending shivers down my spine and I picked the bottle back up. I tilted the bottle to my lips to prevent myself from speaking, shaking my head. Why was I suddenly so nervous? I wasn't a blushing bride. I've had more than my fair share of sexual encounters but for some reason he reduced me to an inexperienced virgin.

"Oh no you don't, dumbass." He growled and grabbed the bottle before crawling over and pinning my wrists on either side of my head against the sand, looking deep into my e/c eyes. "No more lies. We tell each other everything or we don't do this, y/n."

My eyes widened. I wasn't an idiot. Even through the alcohol induced haze I knew exactly what he was referring to. My past insecurities rearing its ugly head, I asked in the smallest voice I've heard come from me in years, "You still want me, kitten?"

He rolled his eyes at the nickname he hadn't heard since high school. "Of course I do, idiot, but you have to trust me. Trust your man to keep you safe. I understand you've been through a lot and done a damn good job taking care of yourself and being strong but you don't have to be alone anymore, y/n. Let me take care of you," he whispered softly, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. "Let your man take care of you, teddy bear."

He planted a soft kiss on my lips and I melted underneath him. I opened my mouth to him eagerly making him groan in approval against my lips before sliding his tongue in my mouth. I desperately wanted to run my fingers through his hair and squirmed underneath him, needing more control but wanting less all at the same time.

He pulled away and removed his belt, using that as a tie for my wrists and pinned them above my head. My breasts were barely in my corset now and he had nestled himself between my legs more comfortably making my skirt rise. Right now wasn't a place for shame. He was willing to take all control and I wanted nothing more than to give it to him.

He nipped and licked the tops of my breasts teasingly, pressing himself against my sex. "Spread out so pretty for me, teddy bear." He sucked a nipple into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it gently causing a moan to slip from my lips. I lifted my hips in an effort to relieve some pressure to no avail. "Tsk tsk, y/n. Remember you have to tell me."

My eyes widened and I felt the blush creep up my face. "Kitten, I-I want you."

He softly growled against my neck before nibbling on my neck. "You have me. What do you want to do with me?"

His fingers gripped my hips and I could tell he was having a little trouble holding back. Unfortunately I knew Katsuki very well and I knew he could keep this up all night. "I want you to play with...my chest." I replied quietly, completely mortified.

His lips quirked up in a smile. "You'll have to do better than that, teddy bear, but I'll let it slide for now." He unhooked my corset and kissed my breasts, avoiding my hard nipples at all costs. His tongue tracing the curve of my breasts and his teeth marking them as his.

I moaned loudly, squirming underneath his body for more. I desperately wanted to grab him, to hold something that wasn't sand. The crashing waves were drowning out my mewls and sighs but I felt like I could feel all of his growls and groans deep in my core. I needed more.

"Kitten, please, I need you," I paused when his breath ghosted over my nipple. "I need to feel your mouth on me. Make me scream your name, Katsuki."

I bit my lip as I watched his eyes darken when I said his name. His hands slid up my skirt, sending shivers up my spine when he grabbed the edge of my panties and pulled them down so slowly my pussy ached. Then his lips closed against my nipple, the sudden warmth making me cry out in pleasure. His hands pushed my skirt up as he licked and sucked my nipples, first one and then the other, before spreading my legs.

"Katsuki..," I moaned, desperately needing more of him. "Don't stop.."

He began to kiss his way down my body, stopping when he got to my hip. "Y/n," he bite my hip sharply, ripping a throaty moan from my lips. "I forgot how much I love hearing you say my name."

He dragged his tongue dangerously close to my clit but he didn't touch it, opting to suck one of my lips in his mouth. I sucked in a sharp breath, clenching my hands in the sand and desperately trying to lift my hips. The small pitiful noises escaping me at what he was doing to me would embarrass me later but right now all I could think about was Katsuki.

He placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread my legs, exposing me to him fully. I could feel the cool ocean breeze on my core and it sent a shiver through me. My tail flicking at the tip from anticipation as I felt his hot breath mix with the cool air.

His tongue slowly dragged up my slit and bucked my hips against the arm that was holding me down. He growled softly as he did another slow lick. I was convinced he was going to kill me with these slow torturous licks and I would go with a fucking smile on my face.

His tongue started to go deeper with each lick, before he started focusing on my entrance and the wetness that just began to flow out it.

"Katsukiiii," I whimpered, loudly as I feebly gripped the sand.

I felt his smile against my clit before he continued his leisurely introduction with my most intimate parts. I thought I could feel myself crying from a mix of pleasure and frustration. "Katsuki, I need you to fuck me. Make my body fit you."

"All you had to do was say so, teddy bear." He sat up, licking my juices off his lips, and slid back up my body. I licked my essence off of his chin, moaning at my taste mingled with his. He bit my lip as he kicked his pants off. "Keep doing shit like that and we will never leave this beach. People will find us here with my dick buried deep inside of this luscious body fucking you silly, dumbass."

I moaned at the thought and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Paint my insides, Katsuki."

I looked up at him through my lashes, biting my lip loosely and flexing my fingers through the sand. He undid my hands as he slid himself inside of me slowly. Mewling noises left my mouth as I slid one hand into his hair and my other hand slid down to grip his ass.

"Fuck," he growled, his face in my neck. His growl made me clench around him involuntarily, drawing a hiss from his lips. He began moving in slow circles causing me to whimper his name loudly. "Tell me how much you love my cock, teddy bear. Tell me how much you miss this cock, molding your insides, y/n. I wanna hear it all." He leaned down slightly to kiss my chest, pulling my nipple into his mouth and teasing it as he continued his slow grinding.

I dragged my nails up his back a little rougher than I meant to, drawing a groan from Katsuki and earning a bite on my nipple. I lifted my hips as we slipped into a deliciously slow rhythm, my moans and whimpers becoming more animalistic.

"Katsuki….don't stop…" I whimpered softly when I buried my face in his neck, kissing my way up to his ear. "Never stop! Oh God."

He began to pump faster, grunting and groaning above me only making my core clench around him tighter. He sat up and grabbed the back of my knees, spreading my body for him further as his thrusts got harder. I raked my nails down his chest, leaving angry red lines behind on his skin.

"Cum for me, teddy bear."

I screamed my release as I came on his cock, my core pulsing around him as his thrusts became erratic. He moaned my name as he came deep inside of me, leaning down again to kiss my lips softly.

"If this is the welcome party maybe I'll leave more often." I giggled tiredly.

"Not funny dumbass." He replied gruffly, nipping at my collarbone. "Never leave again, teddy bear."

My voice softened and I smiled at him. "I won't leave you again."

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yourmomsd1ck · 1 year

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Kirishima: when life gives u lemons..

Bakugou: squeeze them in people's eyes

Deku: kacchan no..

#bnha deku #lemons #bnha kacchan #bnha kirishima #life gives you lemons #surviving #anime

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gojou-violin · 1 year

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Blue Lock Announcement

Hi, everyone! Just want to let you know that I'm going to start accepting asks/submissions/etc. about Blue Lock! I'm almost done with season 1, so here's a list of characters I'm currently accepting for! (and as usual, i age up characters on this blog, so if that makes you uncomfy, feel free to not interact)

ISAGI!!!, naruhaya, gagamaru, chigiri, raichi, kunigami, lemon, BACHIRA!!, imamura, ryosuke, niko, baro, NAGI!!!, reo, rin, EGO!!!

tagging mutuals for boosts: @sintiva , @not-your-fucking-kacchan , @dejwrites , @tojis-discord-kitten , @venusflytrapstar , @poohbea , @hneycxmb , @emomanswhore , @fushisslut , @sems-diarie , @norikenn , @saintokkotsu , @sparklytamaki , @sirenspider , @mimic-of-hysy , @lex-dear , @touyyes , @nomadmilk , @kingkatsuki , @playgrl0 ,@thetempleofnyx , @pinkhorangnabi

#op #blue lock #isagi #naruhaya #gagamaru #chigiri #raichi #kunigami #lemon #bachira #imamura #ryosuke #niko #baro #nagi #reo #rin #ego

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ao3feed-tododeku · 2 years

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The Cafe Family

The Cafe Family by DemonicDeer404

Izuku's "twin" (a copy of Izuku with future knowledge named Kazuki) can be a lot sometimes. He's what happens when you put sixteen ounces of five-hour energy, vodka, sour patch kids, crack cocaine, 3am cryptid vibes, 420 meme, marijuana, dirty jokes, cheesy pick-up lines, the character gizmo from that pre-quirk era movie, cursed images, three ghosts, war veteran level trauma, and 24 ounces of straight lemon juice into a blender then make that beverage into a person.

Izuku accidentally goes a few years back in time in a younger body separate from his past self, renames himself Kazuki Midoriya, steals the nickname Kacchan, becomes a twin to his past self, falls in love with two of his classmates, destroys anything in the way of his goals, rehabilitates the league of villains and acts like an all-around menace. He's going to change the timeline no matter the personal cost.

Words: 2789, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi/Original Character(s), Monoma Neito/Original Character(s), Shinsou Hitoshi/Original Character(s), Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Masaru/Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kurogiri/Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress/Shirakumo Oboro, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, Angst, Mild Gore, Kurogiri is Shirakumo Oboro, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Bashing, Midoriya Izuku Has a Twin, Sort Of, it's complicated, Dabi is a Todoroki, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Monoma Neito is a Theatre Gay, Trans Kirishima Eijirou, Time Travel Fix-It, Time Travel, Temporary Character Death, League of Villains as Family, Quirk Discrimination, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, hakegure toru is not in class 1-a, Mineta Minoru is Not in Class 1-A, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39641289

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todoiideku #🔩#🔧#Todoiideku #♣#R:T #W:V #A:DemonicDeer #Dad for One #Time Travel

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ao3feed-bnha-girls · 2 years

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Lemon Candy

Lemon candy by Cute Tomato

Kacchan and Ochako can't get along, Kirishima the peace-maker brought candy and Izuku just wants to study in peace and hold his girlfriend's hand.

Well, it looks like Ochako only wants to spend some alone time with her boyfriend.

Words: 489, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Romance, Short, kiss, Love, Confused Midoriya Izuku, Study Group, Third Year Class 1-A, Sneaky Ochako, Thirsty Uraraka Ochako

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40466487

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuocha #♥#Izuocha #Eijirou Kirishima #🎈#⚤#R:T #A:Cute

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ladysunamireads · 2 years

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The Cafe Family

The Cafe Family by DemonicDeer404

Words: 2789, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39641289

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todoiideku #♣#Todoiideku #Yagi Toshinori #Inko Midoriya #BNHA #⚣#🐰❄️🔥#R:T #Dad for One #Time Travel #Hurt Comfort #Angst #A:DemonicDeer

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pyre-of-filth · 11 months

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The Smell of You

Time to break in this blog with a little filth.

The brain worms are feeling chaotic tonight. Thought I'd drabble some one-sided ShinDeku. Who knows, maybe one day it will even be requited. :)

Tags: Explicit, Aged Up, Pro Hero Deku, Pro Hero Shinshou, Unrequited Love, One Sided, Smut, Solo, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Olfactophilia, aka Sniffing Hoodie Trope, drabble, no beta was used in the making of this fic

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“Here! You can use my hoodie!”

Hitoshi looked up from his locker, meeting Izuku’s eyes. He then glanced down at the soaked shirt in his hands. Apparently he hadn’t tightened the cap on his water. It must have tipped over in his haste to get ready before his shift. A small puddle had started to form in front of his locker. It felt like a bad omen.

“That’s okay. My apartment isn’t far from here,” he grumbled softly. He dropped his shirt down, using it to mop up some of the water. He could probably just wear his uniform home. It wouldn’t take him that long to change back into it.

“I insist! You can get it back to me later,” Izuku replied, holding it out to him.

Ears warm, Hitoshi hesitantly took the hoodie. ‘The guy wears his own merch-’ Part of him felt embarrassed. But also a little endeared. “Uh, thanks-” He slipped into it, the hoodie engulfing his wiry frame. Hitoshi couldn’t help but notice the faint smell of cologne and sweat.

Izuku reached into his locker, pulling out his towel. He crouched down in front of Hitoshi, wiping up the rest of the spill. There was a light sunburn at the back of his neck. His freckles darker than usual. Izuku glanced up at him through dark lashes before smiling. “It happens to me all the time! Kacchan is always getting after me about leaving drinks in my locker.” Izuku stood, towel and shirt carefully wrapped together. “I’ll get you a bag-”

Hitoshi didn’t have a chance to argue. Izuku’s gone in a flash. He lets out a long sigh. His pants were only a little damp on one leg. He quickly shimmied into them, stuffing his uniform into his duffle. Izuku returned only a moment later with a plastic bag in hand. He held it out to Hitoshi. “I’ll wash the hoodie before I return it,” he offered quietly.

“Don’t worry bout it! You can just get it back to me whenever! I’ve got a lot of hoodies.” His smile was warm and inviting. Hitoshi could almost feel his tired eyes burning from the brightness. He muttered out another thanks before darting out of the office, head down all the way home.

His apartment was dark and cool. It hardly helped chill the heat that crept into his cheeks and ears. Hitoshi couldn’t stop thinking about Izuku on his knees in front of him. All wild curls and freckles. Dark eyelashes batting up at him. Dropping his duffle to the floor, he buried his nose into the neck of the hoodie.

‘So this is what he smells like.’

It was musky and earthy. Like wet bark and rain and moss. Mixed with a little sweat. Hitoshi chewed at his bottom lip before taking another slow whiff. There was also a bit of citrus. Like orange or lemon rind. The smell stuck in his mind. Cock already twitching with a bit of interest.

Pulling his face out of the hoodie, he kicked off his shoes and went straight for his room. Stripping out of his damp pants, he flopped onto his bed, letting his body sink into the mattress. It felt good to be still for a moment after a long shift of chasing villains.

Izuku looked good today. His pro hero uniform almost too snug. Hugging the curve of his ass, hips, and thighs. Hitoshi almost hit a streetlight as he watched Izuku swing himself into the villain practically ass first. He’d been on the receiving end of that move once. Taking a full hit to the chest. It had knocked the wind out of him. Sparked something hot and needy in his brain. Even though it was years ago, Hitoshi still thought about it. Palming himself as he desperately sought for release.

He’d liked Izuku for a long time, though he’d never admit it aloud. There was something obnoxiously cute about his cheery disposition and constant muttering. He was brave and smart and fast as hell. It also didn’t help that he’d filled out nicely over the years. Strong arms, bubbly ass, and thick thighs.

God, those fucking thighs.

Hitoshi rolled onto his back, pulling the hoodie up over his nose again. For some reason, he’d always expected Izuku to have a sweeter smell. Like flora in the summer. But this smell—Hitoshi inhaled slowly. Memorizing the scent. He could almost feel Izuku’s rough hands on him. Pinning him down. Or, better yet, Hitoshi wrapping him up in his binding scarf and burying himself into the nape of his freckled neck.

The twitch in his cock had become a full hard on.

Hitoshi hesitantly reached down, feeling himself through his boxers. Izuku on his knees, fluttering those pretty eyelashes at him. Tongue darting out to wet his lips. He’d look even prettier with those plush lips wrapped around his cock. His mouth was probably hot and wet. Hungrily sucking and swallowing.

“Fuuuuucckkk-” Hitoshi exhaled. He quickly reached for the small bottle of lotion on his bed stand. It was cold in his palm and even colder as he fisted his cock.

He wondered if Izuku had fucked anyone already. Had he put that perky ass to good use? Hitoshi wouldn’t mind if he had, but it felt nice to think he could be the nerd’s first fuck. Bouncing on Hitoshi’s cock like an innocent little slut. Or maybe Hitoshi would let Izuku manhandle him a little. Wrap him up with black whip while he pounded into him. No doubt, the guy had endless stamina. They could fuck each other all night.

Hitoshi rolled onto his side, thrusting into his hand. He liked the thought of Izuku all tied up. That’s usually what got him hot and bothered the most. Struggling against the restraints as Hitoshi buried himself between those delicious thighs. He wanted to work him up into a tizzy. Overstimulate him until he could barely string together a sentence. Sobbing and crying when Hitoshi finally pushed into him.

Oh fuck, what he’d do to hear Izuku scream his name.

Hitoshi’s stroke stuttered. The head of his cock already starting to leak. He bit down on the hoodie, thinking about all the marks he could leave on Izuku’s body. He wished he had the balls to ask him out. To claim him with hickies and bruises. Rope burns and bite marks. He seemed like the type of guy who’d like it at least a little rough.

Hitoshi moaned, feeling the tug of a climax. He stroked faster, paying more attention to the head of his cock. He’s long gone, lost in the thoughts of Izuku in his bed. On the floor. In the shower. At the kitchen sink. He wanted to ruin him.

“I-Izuku-”

As soon as the name left his lips, cum spilled onto the bedsheets and all over his hand. He rode through the high, slowing to a stop once he was empty. Hitoshi finally came up for air, gasping softly into his bedsheets.

The guilt would come soon after. But in the meantime, he enjoyed the lingering feelings of his fantasy.

#smut #mha smut #mha fic #shindeku #shinshou hitoshi #midoriya izuku #shinshou x midoriya #rarepair #unrequited love #for now #might make a part two #we'll see where the brain worms take us #pyres filth

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 4 months

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💋How BNHA Couples Kiss💋

✧ Summary: Little head cannons about how I think MHA couples would kiss. Just some lemon and fluff with a few implied adult situations - so if you're uncomfy with that kind of thing, please beware! All characters in these situations are adults + Pro Heros.

✧ Characters: Bakugo x Midoriya, Kaminari x Jiro, Joke x Aizawa, Sero x Anyone

✧18+ | Minors DNI✧

🎇 💚 Bakugo x Midoriya

These guys are competitive AF, so their kisses usually start out super rough and untamed. As a couple, they have a lot of emotional unpacking to do together.

Izuku loves when Katchan gives him attention (since Katsuki is usually fairly aloof), so he always gets overenthusiastic at the start of a hot and heavy make out session.

Katsuki has a hard time dealing with feelings, so his approach to intimacy can often come off aggressive and even angry. He’s really frustrated that he has such a hard time being vulnerable! Luckily, Izuku is made of tough stuff and has no problem keeping up with Katsuki’s assertive pace.

After a few months together, Katsuki finally starts to get comfortable opening up about his feelings and his attraction to Izuku, and their make out sessions become lazier and a little sweeter.

Once Izuku realizes he doesn’t have anything to prove to his friend, they both become more comfortable around each other.

Katsuki finds he likes gentle affection – like being kissed on the cheek when he’s up late and bent low over his paperwork. Izuku comes to realize that he likes having his hair pulled during a passionate kiss.

They both work to find ways to settle into a comfortable, healthy relationship together.

⚡️🎶 Kaminari x Jiro

This pair is goofy and I love them so much. Denki likes to think he has rizz (he, in fact, has zero rizz) and brags to his friends that he’s an amazing kisser. He’s average at best, but Jiro can’t get enough of him – especially when he tries to act suave and lays it on thick. His attempt at being debonair makes her laugh in between kisses.

Some other fun things - Denki loves neck kisses. He goes crazy for them. As soon as Jiro starts moving her lips along his neck, he’s an absolute puddle.

Jiro on the other hand loves to have her ear lobes nibbled during a heated make out (it took a long time for Denki to gain her trust to do this!).

The two need to be careful to communicate consistently, as Denki has been known to accidentally activate his electrification while in the midst of intimate moments.

Denki thinks that Jiro is the hottest person in the entire universe, and he won’t shut up about it when he goes out with the boys. Bakugo is constantly yelling at him to shut the hell up and to have some respect for Jiro’s privacy. But Jiro secretly loves how much Kamanari talks about her when he’s among friends.

🃏💤 Ms.Joke x Eraserhead

Emi Fukukado and Shota Aizawa have a strong romantic chemistry between them. They initially started hooking up when they were interns at neighboring Hero agencies. They would sneak into each other’s hero agency offices after hours to share what they were learning from their various missions and to make out. After they graduated, they lost touch for a few years before rekindling their romance as teachers at a provisional licensing exam. They’re not an official thing. But also, yeah, they’re kind of a thing.

Shota would never admit this, but he’s truly a romantic. He likes to kiss slow and deep. He loves being held. After a long day of work there’s nothing he looks forward to more than meeting up with Emi for a drink and ending the night locked in her embrace.

Emi likes to kiss vivaciously. She has a strong, fiery spirit, and loves to apply it to quiet moments spent with Shota. When Shota truly lets his guard down, it’s easy to make him laugh (without using her quirk!). Emi feels extremely accomplished when she can crack a joke and make him smirk between kisses.

Their relationship is surprisingly easy, and when they are alone their bodies are drawn to each other. They both understand the unique challenges of being both pro hero and teacher. They care deeply about their work and value that their partner can fully appreciate the challenges of their daily lives.

😬❓ Sero x Anyone who will give him the time of day

Hanta Sero loves hookups. He thinks that if he met the right person, he’d finally be able to settle down and commit – but he doesn’t see that happening anytime soon. For now, he’s perfectly content with playing the field. He can always be found flirting at the back of crowded house parties, using the bumping bass as an excuse to lean in close to whisper conspiratorially with the most attractive person in the room.

When he kisses, he likes to tease. He keeps his lips just out of reach until his partner pouts and begs for his kiss. Once he gets warmed up, he loves to bite – a lower lip, shoulders, hips…he loves it all and he’s notorious for giving impressive hickies.

Sero is a sucker for muscles. He loves to run his hands along a partner’s toned body as he leans in for a searing kiss.

Despite his tenure as a player, he secretly wants something soft, romantic and sweet. He’s hoping desperately to find it soon.

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goresugarsxx · 1 year

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@wishmcker said: “Why is there a lemon shoved into the toaster.” / ochako at denki?

MISC FOOD SENTENCE STARTERS PT. 5 || accepting

ϟ " The lemon was where? " Denki poked his head out from the fridge, holding the door open. " Man I told Kacchan to put the lemons away, how did one get in the toaster? Is it at least in one piece or is it destroyed? We were going to cook later or something."

#❥ Asks #ϟ Denki Kaminari #ϟ Spare me my laifu ; iC #wishmcker

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iguanasarecute · 5 years

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"Runaway Nun" [Bakugou x Reader]

summary: the esteemed priest, Shouto Todoroki molested you. You were incognizant that the demon of lust, Asmodeus; corrupted the heterochromia cleric. Hurtling off the synagogue; you rammed into the well-known thief in your solemn village. The noted mugger which petrifies town-folks, Katsuki Bakugou.

contains: medieval europe, offensive to catholics, sadism, sexual-harassment, smut, demons, explicit, may trigger! read at your own risk

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His tight grip on your tighs echoed in your corrupted memory. The way he forcefully brushed in his hard throbbing member on yours. His serrated fangs you were unaware about, nibbling your tender tegument. He thrived for schadenfreude, as he scrutinized your bleeding coats.

You vamoosed; hastily breaking out the hell-hound, so called house of worship. Your portentous white veil slipping off your silky looms; the symbol of virginity and virtuousness washed away by the honoured reverend. Warm blood was crawling throughout your body, habit marinated with sweat and the red-fluids spiralling at your soft untouched skin.

The tranquility of the village as the glooming moon lit above kept you concealed. 'Where shall I go now I neglect the tabernacle?' Your barefoot was bleeding as it hit the rough cemented road; you catch for air, panting at a side of a pantry shop. 'The mountains is such a proper place to build a new life, raise animals, plant vegetables for daily meals—'

"Oi! You there! Lady!" A husky voice roared, making you stumble in surprise. Can it be the ecclesiastics on forage to seek you? Your body was stupefied, eyeballs round at the thought of setting foot at the synagogue once again, "Are you deaf?!"

The shivering hands of yours mumbled silent prayers. Your faith was shattered moments ago, but you grasped at the one last hope you have, a miracle, "I am no deaf. I can hear thou clearly. I command you stay away from me, Sir, please," you pleaded still not turning back. Being meters away from a male, made you reminisce about the dominie.

He clicked his tongue, "I can deal with that. Why are thee out of the shelter this time—" the male squinted his eyes, scrutinizing your barefoot washed in your own red-fluid, "Gadbudlikins! Lady, are you bleeding?!" The male grabbed you on the shoulders, "Oi!"

"Halt!" You pushed him, feeling his muscular figure. Your eyes gazed at him, adjusting at the illuminated location, "Are you who I'm thinking it is?"

The male glared at your blood marinated temples, his crimson-red eyes went round, following the direction of your dripping blood, "(Y/N)?! Bloody hell! What happened to—" his rough hands swayed your hair, leering at your scars.

"Halt thief! Do not come near me! I got nothing!" Your voice cracked, shifting your eyes to the crucifixion necklace resting on your bloody neck, "All I have is this gold necklace! Please let me offer this to thou Bakugou, do not touch me!"

"The amount of fucks I give to thee is none," The ash-blonde hissed, furrowing his brows at your petrified state, "What happened? How may I offer a help—" A clash of metal knocked on the pastry-shop's door. The Ash-blonde gave you an alarming look, pulling you flat on the wall.

Your bruises brushing on the rough cemented wall, struggling at his tight grip. Is he going to perform what was done to you lately? "Do not lay your hands—"

Bakugou cupped your mouth with his warm palm, "Hush. Now is not the time to act like a cunt! Those are the the insufferable armoured Watch aiming for my head," You silenced, obliging to avoid being caught also.

The pastry-shop's door opened; a female gasped at the sight of the metal armoured pack, "Sirs, our bakery is not open this time around!"

"Our presence isn't here for thy pastry; but to ask some questions," one of the Watcher coughed, "Have thou sighted Sister (Y/N)? The mademoiselle was lost; the high-priest, Father Endeavor instructed us to search for her,"

The female baker blinked, "I have not descry on Sister (Y/N). However, I will inform the convent if ever I sighted her. An offering to strengthen my faith in God is to help those who are instruments of his miracles. I shall lend all of what I can do to help Father Endeavor,"

Bakugou gazed at your petrified state, the two of you harking on the conversation, "(Y/N), come with me and I shall hide thee,"

"Can I be hidden? The convent must be in search of me! All of them are seeking for me, and I do not want to be found!" You rasped, "Shall I die? Is this the end of my presence here in this sinful world?" She sighed, "How can thou keep me hidden?! You cannot,"

The Ash-blonde clicked his tongue, "How do you think I stayed uncaught? I'm the village's mightiest known thief,"

— • —

Your blood-marinated body rested on the soft, cushioned mattress. The shrouded underground room of his, radiated by the candles displayed around his breezy habitat. Your aching head gleamed up on the town's well-known thief, "I give my thanks to thee for keeping me in. Though it does not veil thy sinful soul for violating the seventh-commandment," you growled.

"What the sard is the seventh-commandment?!" The ash-blonde roared, badging your wounds with a cloth, "You look like butt-arse. Can you dip in the tub?!"

"I refrain to glimpse on I, wearing nothing," you mumbled, "You do not have my trust Bakugou; I may not know what happened to you that caused you to become such sinful person. Yet, I plead for you to don't touch me in any manner. I shall ask for thy attention if I do not feel that well. However for now, I need some time alone,"

The ash-blonde scoffed, "May I know why in the bloody world you're covered in blood atleast?!"

Your head went completely blank, shooking your head to convince yourself that the incident with the heterochromia cleric didn't occured, "Now is not the time for thee to grasp the information. Yet I shall indeed tell thee the reason I eventuated into a bloody nun, soon,"

The creaky wooden door slammed open, you gripped on the Ash-blonde's muscular arms for protection; you thought both of you were the only one in the isolated habitat. A red-haired and blonde peeked, eyes-widening. Bakugou clicked his tongue, gazing at your stupefied expression, "(Y/N), shall I give you your command which states that you fancy some time alone?"

"It's Sister (Y/N)," your eyes rolled, correcting him. You were not used to not being honored as a server even though your faith is shattering, "Are... are those Kirishima and Kaminari from astrology and rhetoric class?" Your head tilted, releasing your tight clasp on his arms, "I am not aware you keep in touch with them; knowing also thy burglar actions on synagogues and on affluent villagers," Katsuki clicked his tongue, standing up to reach the door, leaving you alone inside the concealed room.

"Is that Sister (Y/N)?!" Eijirou eyed his Crimson-red eyed friend.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, "Affirmative, you butt-arses!"

Kaminari scratched the back of his head, "Kacchan, don't thy think that you are taking 'stealing' from Catholic-fucks to far?" He cackled, "Sister (Y/N) really? Thou

shall not just steal her off just because she's your—"

"Shut-up you penis!" Bakugou growled.

The red-haired gagged, "You are well aware that they are seeking for her?"

"I am," Katsuki nodded, "I forbid you penises to enter my room. She... she seems startled about seeing people,"

— • —

A week had slip through, yet you were still traumatized with the agonizing moment with the heterochromia reverend. You did managed to tidy yourself up, changing your habit nun outfit with the cloak, the petrifying thief provided you. The ash-blonde indeed cared, supplying you with your needs, restraining as you preferred. Your eyes glared at him, "Katsuki," you mumbled.

He froze on the spot, "You need something else Sister (Y/N)?"

You chuckled, "Thee shall forget about my moronic Nun phase," her eyes rolled, "Don't you think that Nun honorific makes me sound like a hag? It was just a couple of years since I went in the covent,"

Bakugou raised his eyebrows, "Alright, (Y/N)," his tongue clicked, "Do thee need something else to comply with thy needs?"

You shook your head, "I am fine. Just wanted to thank you," you gave him a smile, "Thy love may evaporated long ago but ye managed to serve and respect I,"

Bakugou's tongue clicked, "My love for you never evaporated," his crimson-red eyes glared intensely at you, "(Y/N)... I shall not deny, I still do care for thou,"

You were agape, "I am still longing for you too," your mouth went dry, "The synagogue might change who I am; but you're the piece before my Nun-phase that never withered,"

The ash-blonde pinched the bridge of his nose, "Then why did thou turn into a fucking Nun?" His jaw clenched, "Thou have no idea how I check up on you on how you are doing in the convent! Those fuckers!" Bakugou roared, "I thought you wouldn't let go. We talked about growing together," his deep voice cracked.

"Do not let that slip of your mind that we also talked about our parted ways," A tear was breaming down your cheeks, "Katsuki... Thou are also the reason why I went in the convent. I couldn't... I couldn't get you out of my thoughts," you catched for air, "I thought serving the all-mighty would help me to get thou out of my heart,"

Bakugou grunted, "I— I ask for thee forgiveness. It was both our reckless decision to separate. Yet, after a month of parting, I was indeed upset when you decided to serve the basilica. I was melancholy... I am deeply aware that that decision of thee would mean I can no longer call you mine,"

"Why shall you do sinful actions then? It was agonizing! I could not bear the fact that the man I love was hunted by tons of villagers. Katsuki... they want your head," Your voice suddenly cracking.

His tan head shook, "That's why those Christian butt-arses are a pile of shit!" He groaned, "Those corrupt leprechauns' are bathing on golds! Indulgence— eat shit! I steal and give it to the needy; those who deserve it,"

You blinked, "Thou investigate on the synagogues' dark side? Since when?"

He roared, "Since you came in that convent. I would want to be informed what happens inside it," he coughed, "Also unseen ladies after performing a room confession? Telling the village they might be taken by 'god.' Those misogynistic penises should die! They're probably harassed—" He ceased as he gazed at your thunder-stricken expression.

"I...umm... the day thou sighted me blood-coated, I escaped the clutches of the house of worship. Because I was molested," you gulped.

Bakugou's crimson-red eyes shot, "HAHHHHHHHH?! Who did—"

"Father Todoroki," You monotonously announced.

"WAIT UNTIL I RIP THAT—"

"Katsuki, please don't," you sighed, "I want to burn it, until that scene can no longer be pictured in my mind. As if it never happened," you glared at the raging male, "I shall not go back to the convent and plan to continue a tranquil life on the mountains," you sat up, "Can thou come with me?"

— • —

"You need punishment for being a bad, bad, boy, remember?" Your hands grasped on a rope, knotting his wrists at the wooden headboard, moving on his ankles to tighten the rope.

Bakugou growled, "I didn't know you like it with ropes," he spat. You shook your head, crawling on his tummy; gazing at the clothing veiling his abs. You licked your lips, as you slid your hands under the cloth that serves as the barrier from your skin to his. Your soft fingers curved as you felt every hard ab slid through.

Your eyes turned to the tied ash-blonde, lust etched on his eyes, "How shall I get rid of thy clothing if thy arms are tied?" You tilted your head, zooming at the desk; a sharp scissor caught your attention, "Might as well cut it?" You grabbed the serrated scissors, pinching it on while you bite your lips; parting it on half, as his bare chest gleamed your eyes. A sly smirk etched on Bakugou's face, letting you do whatever's in your mind.

Moaning at the sight of it, your tongue licked every ab, nuzzling, biting; while your hands played with his tits. Your tongue spread out, leaving no part untouched. You earned a moan from the male; as you grind on the squeaking mattress. Your pussy pressured on his v-line, making the Ash-blonde moan. You grind faster, and harder; Feeling his hardened cock under his pants, you hummed. Grinding more, you licked his v-line, making him shiver. Until you licked all the way up, nibbling and biting on his neck, giving him hickeys. A moan of pleasure released his mouth, biting down his skin, as you pulled his soft hair. You bit his ears, "Thou cannot move, can you? Poor, poor, boy,"

His muscular body tensed, attempting to escape the ropes. To have a turn to touch you. The wrists of his trembled, making the headboard bang on the wall. You giggled at how thirsty he is; how hard he desires his cock to be in your wet vagina. Your lips slapped his mumbling mouth, aggresively. You bit his lower lip, biting and licking until you tasted his blood. You licked his teeth to tease, until your tongue collided with his. A smirk etched on his face, finally, tasting you. His tongue knotted your lips, releasing soft moans, "(Y/N)... please let me go. I want to make thou feel how you're making me feel right now," You shook your head, nuzzling on his neck once again, as you crawled under his pants. His hips hopped, as you pushed his pants down; licking your lips at the size of his member. You licked his shaft, he trims his hairs down there, and it really turned you on. His hips buried on the squeaking mattress, as you explore his member licking it down to his muscular legs. You brushed his penis with your clothed vagina. Your hole even though covered, felt how hard he is for you. Your body felt floating as you licked his shaft once more, glaring at the veins spiralled on it. Crawling back to the Ash-blond's chest you stamped a smirk, "Fine, I shall let you go! Thou hard throbbing penis gave me sensation, and I want it in me," You crawled onto his lower part, releasing the knot, while you completely slid off his pants. You bit his tighs as you wriggled to work on his tied wrists.

You sighed, as his wrists breathed, smacking you down the bed, "Sweetheart, it's time for thy punishment," his rough hands aggressively tore your clothing. In a blink of an eye, your were quickly stripped. His warm palms cupped your breast while he bit your lips, also making you bleed. Bakugou then licked your neck, nibbling and giving you love-bites. He sucked you breasts, while you moaned at the painful pleasure. He wasn't joking around when he said punishment because he started grinding on your tighs as you felt his tip poking your clit. His tongue zoomed, licking your wetness; while he positioned himself inside, "Punishment for being so sexy," Your fingers grasped the sheets, while his hard member went in your tight hole. Moans of pleasure escaped your mouth as his cock fully entering you. He started pumping, your hands grabbed his Ash-blonde looms for support, "I'm... cumming— Ahhhh bloody hell!"

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[ prolly an hour after tHoU had sex ]

The scent of pottage stew circulated your cozy cottage at the halo-white mountain. You would never be weary of the branches creaking while the brisk wind spiralled outside. Bakugou and you moved here three-years ago; it was the sublime lifestyle you longed for. An unsophisticated cottage, farm animals, your exquisite garden. Not to mention Katsuki Bakugou with you.

A thumping on the door made you jump in surprise, "Who may that be?"

The Ash-blonde scoffed, "It's just Shitty hair and Dunce face on their daily visits,"

You nodded, sprinting on the door to see the expected guests. Though, the person who knocked certainly isn't an expected person. Your eyes went round, legs trembling, as you felt tears running down your cheeks, "Todoroki,"

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part 2 contains: the demon of lust, Asmodeus; the basilica's mysteries; High-Priest Endeavor, the unknown father of Shouto the cleric

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I kinda made some research for tHyYy to read a kinda accurate medieval story lol

credits to the artist for the featured photo

more lemons: [tap synagouge emojis] ⛪️ ; ⛪️ ; ⛪️

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floppy999 · 5 years

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tumblr, don’t be mean pls kejkdkj

#Lemon #katsudeku #bakudeku #deku #kacchan #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bnha #boku no hero #my hero academia #n #s #f #w

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kinkyacademia · 4 years

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Anonymous: I’m not sure if my ask was eaten, but I hope I’m not bothering you by sending another ask. May I please request and Omegaverse Alpha Bakugou x Omega reader where they spend Christmas cuddling, but it slowly turns smutty? I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

Thank you, my Christmas was fairly good Anon :) Sorry it took so long to get to this. I’m sorry for taking so long to upload - it felt almost wrong to put something up so soon after Lucifer’s leave. I’m still here, however, and will still be writing. Key: (H/N)= Your hero name

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

Mist pillowed from your mouth as you strut away from the scene of another villain angry over something Christmas-related. You texted your boyfriend that your patrol was nearly over, and he quickly replied.

2:23PM Good. 2:25PM I can pick something warm up for dinner on the way back. 2:25PM Thanks.You okay? 2:26PM Saw the villain? He was all bark, no bite.

You chuckled at his short responses: he was never one to keep up the conversation, but he always had to make sure you were okay after a battle. You were an omega, after all, and he thought the smallest scratch spelled certain doom.

You gave a quick report to the officer in a puffy coat on duty, then gave him a number to contact your agency for the rest of the paperwork. He glanced at the paper, then to you with wide eyes. It was hard to tell if he was a fan or one of them, “You beat him on your own?” Them.

“I did,” You nodded, and he cocked an eyebrow with a small smile. You sighed... Just another Alpha assuming an Omega hero had to be a sidekick.

“Sure you did. Where’s the hero on duty?” He acted as if he had busted you, and you gawked. This was quite the ballsy officer.

“Haven’t you heard? I’m a pro, I went to UA. Buzz off,” You grit your teeth, and he glanced around the group of people that was slowly growing. Every damn time. At least this time you could see that most of them were fans and just as equally peeved off as yourself.

“Oh yeah,” He crossed his arms, flicking the business card around like it was worthless, “You’re Ground Zero’s Omega, aren’t you?” He leaned forward, “Just give me his ca-”

“(H/N) has her own agency!” You glanced into the crowd. One of your heavily bundled up fans had shouted in your defense, and the others agreed, “There’s no law saying Omegas can’t fight villains on there own, that’s discrimination!”

“Hey, hey, I’m just asking for the real details-” The officer was overrun by your fans screaming profanities at him. You took a step back with a chuckle, arms crossed. These were one of your favourite scenes to watch.

“You’re new, right?” You called out, and the officer turned to you, malice evident in his eyes. Malice and annoyance.

“Officer Yuu is out for Christmas, why?” His teeth were obviously grit, and for a second you had to push down the instinctual agreeableness your omega side had for an angry Alpha. You were just as equally angry at him.

“This is my territory. Don’t disrespect me on it,” You turned around, waving to him as you walked back to your agency, “Especially on Christmas.”

Once you were out of your hero suit and warm once again, you texted Katsuki that you were headed home. You ran by a restaurant to grab a large bag of comfort foods, and once you got back into the comforting setting of your home, you set out the food. It permeated the air, mixing with the smell of your house and enriching it with even more familiarity.

It didn’t take long for you to hear the doorknob jiggle. You were pouring two glasses of wine, and you waited for your boyfriend to come in. Contrary to your preference to keep a hero suit at home and one at work, his was still adorned, the gauntlets gone at least. He walked past the kitchen, and you smiled, waiting.

“Dinner Katsuki,” You called out, and he grumbled along for a few minutes before poking his head into the room, sniffing. You snorted, taking your seat across from him, “It smells fine, get in here.”

“Shut up,” He scowled, waltzing in and taking his seat. You were used to his antics related to new scents by now. He gave you a nod, “Thanks for the food.”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” You hummed happily. He glanced around your apartment, small knickknacks and themed things proving that you had found time in your busy lives to decorate for the holidays.

“Early day. Good thing we got off early too,” He ate quickly, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“Are you alright?” You asked hesitantly, sensing the Alpha’s displeasure in something in his scent.

“Just fucking worried is all,” He scoffed, and you cocked an eyebrow, “You should’ve had help with that villain,” His eyes locked with your own, and you obviously couldn’t hold his stare, looking away with obedience.

“I had to cut him off short, waiting wasn’t an option,” Your feet tapped upon the kitchen tiles nervously. He sighed, shaking his head. You hated disappointing him, especially worrying him.

“Call me next time,” He took a swig of the wine you had provided, and you gave him an incredulous look.

“You fought a villain too-” He cut you off with authority.

“I would have beat him to a pulp and come protect my Omega,” He held a hint of danger in his voice, and you pressed your lips together, shrugging.

“I held my own,” He didn’t like to admit it, but you were right. He’d technically never seen you lose a battle: his instincts were to blame for his worry.

After cleaning up, you pulled Katsuki into the living room, the Christmas spirit overtaking you. Your cuteness was enough to convince the man to lay down and have you draped over him, his legs parted so you could lay your head on his chest with glee. He glanced at the pile of gifts you had opened earlier that day.

You’d both woken up so early just to enjoy the morning together, but both of you were called in for Christmas-related incidents before you could even put the gifts away and clean up the wrapping paper.

His reminiscing was cut off by you rubbing the side of your head against his chest, effectively scenting yourself. His hands went to the small of your back, and you snuggled against him happily. Moments like this pushed his boundaries when it came to his hero ideals: Many heroes were Omegas, hell, his English teacher in UA had been one, but now that he had his own? They were just so fragile.

As he rubbed circles in your back, he heard your soft, submissive sigh against him. You were just so small, so enticing, he didn’t only worry about your demeanor, he saw other Alphas pining for you. Even though you had a small bond mark on your scent glands, sometimes his scent wasn’t enough to sway stronger alphas from making advances.

You were a hero after all, and so many people admired you. Even him - as his predatory eyes observed you, he knew how lucky he was to have you. Just being by your side was a Christmas miracle.

You were snuggled safely against your Alpha’s chest, and you felt the rest of the world melt away. Your protector had his arms around the small of your back, and you purred with content. Christmas couldn’t be better - you cherished every moment you had right now. His warmth, his smell, his touch, you wanted to be wrapped in it.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Your Alpha had a fairly short attention span. You nodded with a happy sigh, turning your head to the TV. He turned it on, flipping past a few Christmas movies until you giggled at the joke in one of them, “Fuck, really?”

“I like it,” You rub your thumb against his side and he caves, setting the remote on the table. At least it was entertainment. He should have known an Omega would like something so cheesy and dumb.

Time passed and you were twitching and fidgeting when certain scenes came on, really invested in the story line. Katsuki, on the other hand, was desperately trying to control his hormones. With you practically squirming on his lap, he couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you looked. He felt his memories going back to what you were like in heat, that one rut he had where you finally picked the lock on his door and let him ravish you for days. He hated the way he acted during ruts, so uncontrollable, but he had to admit: that was some good sex.

You could smell the testosterone in his body rising, and you immediately stopped paying attention to the movie. Your senses were tuned into Katsuki’s heartbeat against your ear, his slightly elevated breathing, the way his fingers clenched tighter around your back.

A dusty blush was rising from your collarbones to your neck, and you had to rub your neck against his shirt, trying to quench your own hormones. An inexcusable growl rose from within him, and you felt it in your entire body, “(F/N).”

Your head whipped up, and looking like a deer in the headlights. His own deep red eyes were staring with incredible intensity. You didn’t realize he had been holding back, and warmth began to pool between your legs. An uncontrollable whimper escaped your lips, and he suddenly leaned up, taking one hand from your back and using it to grab your wrist. He pulled it against his own rough scent glands, depositing his caramel and gunpowder scent all over you. You immediately wanted more, and you scooted forward to straddle him, your insides starting to ache.

“Please scent me,” You whispered, and his eyes went from your wrist to your own, and he turned away from you to gently nip the soft skin. You whimpered, unconsciously rolling your hips into him. The primal growl that came from him sent your hormones into overdrive. He was dangerous, they screamed, but another side - the side that was bonded by him - told you that this danger was on your side.

He leaned forward, and you obliged, laying on your back against the couch. Being flexible, he didn’t need to adjust his legs that lay on either side of your head when he leaned down to kiss you. Your hand hesitantly went to his cheek, and when you felt along the strong bone, he nipped your bottom lip. You felt him smile against you, and when he pulled away, you obeyed his word, “Get your fucking clothes off right now.”

Once the message was clear, you were yanking and pulling clothes off while also stealing kisses and bites. He was faster, and once he was completely naked, he shoved you back against the couch, your Christmas-themed pajama shorts and underwear still adorned in his haste. His calloused hands groped your breasts, and he mercilessly assaulted your jawline with bites and sucking. You whined and whimpered, hips rolling up as slick began to soak your panties, the scent of it nearly driving the Alpha male into a rut.

You had to maneuver around his ravenous lust to get your shorts off, but he couldn’t wait much longer. He pushed your hands out of the way, grabbing a fistful of the pantie fabric and burning it off. He ripped them off, pressing his body against your own and growled directly into your ear, causing adrenaline to coarse through your veins, “Beg for me, Omega.”

“Katsuki,” You whined, hands snaking around his back. His own shot to grab them, pinning them above your head. He stared you down, predatory intent obvious. You glanced down at his erect length, your discomfort without him filling you up growing.

“I demand you to beg,” His order registered immediately, and you were physically unable to stop yourself from complying.

“Please fuck me, Katsuki,” You barely had to think, your instincts were doing the rest for you, “Please, Katsuki... Alpha,” You whined, pulling him against your skin and rolling your hips against him with need. He snorted with a grin against your neck, releasing your wrists to reach down and position himself before pushing inside of you slowly. He didn’t pause to let you stretch, though: He needed to ravish you raw and now, his hormones driving him to please his omega. He knew your body could take it, you were an omega after all, made to take his roughness.

He slammed into you with primal desire, and you purred into the back of the couch, spine arched and whines clear like a good omega. He didn’t let you look away for long: he grabbed your chin, yanking you back and sinking his teeth into your neck. He’d already marked you, so there wasn’t any effect like the venom of a mark, but he enjoyed the mewls it brought out of you. He loved that you were only like this for him, you would only ever submit to him, no one else: you trusted him with your life.

Your arms around the back of his neck, you left tiny scratches and nips on him in your bliss. Your orgasm wasn’t far away, however, and you easily noticed how he wasn’t pulling out of you completely anymore. You were knotted once again, and you were getting drunk on the hormones in your body and pheromones in the air. The stench of sex permeated the entire room, especially because such a high-ranking Alpha hero and Omega were at it: both of you had high stress, adrenaline inducing jobs that left a lot of questions from interviewees about your sex life.

He angled his hips down, hoping to hit that special spot deep inside of you that you reminded him constantly of forgetting about. He was made to please you - he had to remind himself of that. Your reaction was immediate, and you keened, grabbing his pecs and rubbing the side of your face against his neck. You had to drench yourself in his scent, you couldn’t get enough of it, your body yearned desperately for it. The more you had, the less Alphas even tried looking at you, and you were Ground Zero’s. Katsuki’s.

You came hard and for a while. Your own orgasm brought tears to your eyes, and Katsuki buried himself inside of you, injecting you with his knot. He laid on top of you for a bit, both of you trying to catch your breath. It was a lot harder for you, “Katsuki, heavy-”

“Wimp,” He snickered, carefully flipping your positions while not stressing your connection at the pelvis. You laid on top, and the stronger male wrapped his arms around your back. You sat up, looking at him with dazed eyes, “Huh?”

“You deserve to be the number one hero,” You stated with full confidence. Katsuki’s eyes widened, his pupils blown out immediately. Your praise was always the best praise: from the person he admired almost as much as All Might. He swallowed hard, trying not to get emotional in front of his Omega, but failing miserably.

“Thanks,” His voice cracked, and from your lack of laughing he deduced that you didn’t care, and mentally reminded himself to thank you again later. You closed your eyes blissfully, happy as can be.

“We could be the number one power couple,” You whispered, “A Christmas miracle.”

“Christmas,” He snorted, “You’re sex-drunk.”

“Yeah,” You sighed, rolling your hips against him. A growl rose from his chest, and you chuckled, leaned down and laying on his chest, your breasts pressed against him. You knew he liked the skin to skin contact.

“I fucking hate you,” He mumbled, and you giggled, nuzzling into his neck. His own special way of saying I Love You, except this version involved Merry Christmas.

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