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alpha bakugou telling omega deku to spread his legs but deku suddenly gets possessed by some sort of shy streak when he feels so much slick leaking out of his hole. bakugou’s omega husband, with long, muscular legs splayed out in front of him, brings his fine-boned hands down in
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bakugou cooks without a top because he doesn’t want the smell of food clinging to his clothes… on an unrelated note, izuku has to be tied to the bedpost using the sleeves of bakugou’s hoodie and is only freed from his makeshift restraints once dinner is served
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gently coaxing his husband for a taste.
deku, so receptive to his alpha, is treated to the slowest, deepest fuck of his life, lost in the pressure of his husband’s knot pushing into him, that upon the gentle kiss of daybreak, they’re certain that deku is pupped.
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izuku is one of those people where if he had a joke, he would die of laughter before telling the joke completely
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a measure to preserve his dignity, and bakugou finds the gesture so adorable that it makes him chuckle, nice and easy.
“my love,” bakugou purrs, skimming his lips down a freckled thigh. his tone is almost patronizing when he beseeches him. “don’t deprive me of what’s mine.”
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katsuki’s preferred way of dying is by suffocating on deku’s pussy so the first time he ever tells his boyfriend to sit on his face, he fucking growls when deku awkwardly hovers over him, too afraid to ride kacchan’s nose.
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and ever so slowly, with the heat of his husband’s eyes watching him, bakugou dips down to lick deku’s fingers, first a careful stripe along deku’s knuckles, then sucking over the wedding band that matches his own, before finally laving at the gaps between,
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once dinner is served and izuku is freed from his restraints, he takes his rightful seat at the dinner table on bakugou’s lap, fed by hand by his husband as he lingers in the cotton candy thresholds of subspace.
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but deku knows he’s loved. he knows it in the way bakugou kisses his wrists when they lay in each other’s embrace at night.
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ever so eager to praise bakugou, izuku communicates his feedback through soft hums and sighs of pure delight.
bakugou responds with a soft kiss in the shell of izuku's ear, whispering "good boy," and noting the arch of izuku's back as hot breath falls on his skin.
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despite izuku’s nonverbal state, bakugou has long become fluent in the language of his beloved and knows that izuku is full once izuku puts his head down on bakugou’s shoulder and hides his face in the crook of bakugou’s neck.
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it’s only later that day when he struggles with sitting up that they realize kacchan not only strained his neck but also broke his collarbones upon impact of deku landing on top of him 💀 and he can’t even be mad about being given desk duty for the next couple of days
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deku’s far too out of it to realize that it’s in these moments that bakugou’s eyes widen slightly, his heart swelling against his rib cage. bakugou’s throat tightens with what threatens to spill out of him—something saccharine and ineffable.
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on other nights, deku is stripped off his clothes and is kneeling at bakugou’s feet, head nestled in bakugou’s lap as he’s being fed. a soft moan escapes his spit-slick lips when bakugou lightly drags his nails on the back of deku’s neck.
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“the fuck is this lack of commitment?” kacchan grabs deku’s hips so hard they start to give, but deku’s thighs are strong and there’s a battle waging between the two of them: on one side, deku’s mortification and the other, kacchan’s utter fucking delight.
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streamer kacchan malding infernally over a game. he pauses and walks off stream to pick deku off the couch to sit on his lap for comfort. kacchan hooks his chin on deku’s shoulder, hunched over deku’s smaller frame as if he can’t fuck up his posture enough.
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kacchan’s so lost to the pleasure that everything fades to this very moment: his boyfriend thanking him with kittenish sweeps of his tongue and softly crying in his ear. nothing else matters but deku.
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“don’t be a fucking coward and kill me.” kacchan’s grip strength wins out, but he cheats by biting into the skin of deku’s thigh. the groan that comes out of him when he receives deku’s full weight is so guttural that deku flushes from top to bottom.
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he uses whatever strength is left in his oxygen-deprived muscles to coax deku into slowly riding his face and the last thing he remembers before blacking out happily is deku crying as he squirts all over him.
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“stay still,” he says, voice muffled in the slickness of deku’s pussy, nosing along his clit and pulling a pathetic reedy whine from his boyfriend.
when deku tries to squirm away and scramble for purchase, kacchan smacks his ass so hard it welts.
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kacchan’s face is drenched in deku’s slick as he thrusts his tongue into him, dark spots dancing in his vision as his lungs struggle for more air.
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he surfaces into consciousness with deku licking his face clean, and shakily sinking himself on kacchan’s hard cock.
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everyone is legally obligated to have a good day today and tomorrow. here are some omegaverse bkdk brainrots that i word vomited into the group chat upon waking
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(at @/comradekiwi__ kiwi’s urging, here’s a couple more additions to this brainrot)
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and what if deku’s lips are so beautifully heart-shaped? pronounced cupid’s bow with beautiful sloping arches that get more emphasized when his mouth stretches into a dimpled smile?
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They part ways for work with Katsuki wrestling him into one of Katsuki’s sweaters—another item on the aftercare package—and insisting that Izuku wear Katsuki’s clothes for the next few days.
It isn’t a collar, but it’s the next best thing.
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deku in the throes of post-sex bliss/drop/whatever, still hiccuping sobs from oversensitivity, and all he can think about is crawling on kacchan’s lap and sucking his cock for comfort
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⠀ ／＞ フ
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／` ミ＿xノ 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘯'𝘴
/ | 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸
/ ヽ ﾉ
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／￣ | | | |
| (￣ ヽ＿ヽ_)__)
＼二つ⠀⠀
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Water drips off heavy locks of curls in an arbitrary offbeat rhythm. In the mineral-stained mirror is a pallid figure with dark circles, goosebumps over skin misted with beads of sweat.
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kacchan gruffly seethes under his breath, vitriol spat through clenched teeth—and with laser focus, he finishes the most disgusting rage game tearing across the streamer meta in record time.
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good morning happy update day! he’s still looking cunty as ever <3 my red flag king
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painted one of my most favourite people on this site for practice. thank you @/comradekiwi__ for letting me do this, my beloved <3
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that concludes part one of the update to octane. there will be more to come during the new year <3 everyone say thank you to my friends for making this happen. also thank you to smile for racer kacchan <3 he lives rent free in my mind
let’s talk here:
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…but there’s work left to be done; the shop is in functional chaos, and everyone is working past overtime to perfect calibrations for the upcoming meet.
It’s brutal, brutal, brutal all around and Izuku isn’t special. He has his own part to play when it comes to achieving
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Izuku’s hands aren’t his own, and when he peers wearily at his own reflection, he certainly doesn’t feel himself.
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱…
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when i finally read fire lily for the first time i will live tweet about it so that my friends can live vicariously through me. because the way everyone’s been talking about it, it sounds like a biblical fucking experience 🔥
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“You little shit,” Katsuki growls into his ear. “I explicitly remember telling you that we’re not fucking tonight.”
Izuku can feel Katsuki getting hard against his back, and he tries his best to shift and rub with his legs lacking any purchase.
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“Ask a better question.”
“Okay then,“ he pauses, holding his breath. The gears in his mind turn rapidly, somewhat giddy, somewhat anxious. “Why? You never let anyone take the wheel.”
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In all fairness, to say that Katsuki doesn’t have an ulterior motive would be a fucking lie. He’s got the devil’s own eyes whenever he looks at Izuku, and he isn’t afraid to admit that.
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“If I can’t trust you to drive it, I can’t trust you to touch the engine.” Fair enough. That about kills any other protest building in the mechanic’s throat.
“Don’t overthink it, kid,” Katsuki grunts, gloved knuckles lightly tapping on Izuku’s forehead.
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“I need to get it together,” he mutters. The voice rises from his chest and settles in his cheeks, but even as it leaves his body and bounces off the tiled walls, the hollow echo sounds so foreign to him.
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He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this, but the needy, aching part of him succumbs to the feeling of being made golden.
“Such a perfect baby. I’m so proud of you for holding out this long.”
All the rot leaves his body.
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“Did you know you call me Kacchan when you’re about to cum?”
Tension. “…please say you’re joking.”
“Nah.”
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perfection. Witnessing his work tear off the tarmac amid the spotlight of street lamps is his best form of validation, so he isn’t stopping until others are left in the dust…in a manner of speaking.
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“I’m 24,” Izuku replies, words already fading into the air.
𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳…
🧰🔧💥🛞
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Hard lines soften in the contours of Katsuki’s eyes. Somehow, the shadows wrapped around the planes of his face look kinder now. “Good,” he says, genuine this time. Benign.
A chaste kiss goes right above Izuku’s ear.
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Izuku takes a quick look at the recently-installed cassette deck and senses the lie. “Okay…”
Katsuki has to stifle a laugh.
It’s far too entertaining to watch Izuku squirm beside him. No way in hell he’d let music deprive him of this.
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“No sex tonight,” Katsuki decides.
“But—“
“No. I don’t intend to fuck you when you’re not in a good headspace.”
Izuku feels himself wilting.
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“Good. You can use words or nonverbal cues—anything as long as you communicate with me. Safe words still apply.” Tenderness that Izuku doesn’t deserve: Katsuki sweeps a thumb over his tears and rubs circles from his temples across to his hairline.
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Katsuki’s grin is all malice as he presses against him, forced to look into Katsuki’s narrowed eyes. Izuku’s pretty lashes flutter and fall to half mast.
Katsuki could lap him up now if he isn’t careful. He’s a blood-frenzied beast when a kill is at its freshest.
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“No, don’t be,” Katsuki grips him tighter, his broad torso practically swallowing Izuku’s much smaller frame. “It’s my responsibility to take care of you when that happens, so you better quit lying and saying you’re fine when you’re not. If you so much as stub your toe, you
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Katsuki remains silent. He has his brows knitted together, red eyes searching for something on Izuku’s person. Izuku longs to kiss the tension away from his dom’s face, and suppresses the bout of delusion instantly.
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and it’s a smooth ride all the way to the countryside.
On paper, the abandoned dockyard with a towering collection of ramshackle warehouses is owned by a physically nonexistent corporation. In actuality the deed rests comfortably in one of Katsuki’s home offices for safekeeping.
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better fucking tell me. Got it?”
Izuku nods. His heart threatens to fly out through his throat. It makes him sink deeper in Katsuki’s hold.
Katsuki breathes, Izuku follows. Again, and again.
“Stop treating yourself like you’re some fucking imposition. You’re not.”
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Izuku’s got his stupid little notepad fished out of his pocket, nodding and already scrawling in a shorthand script decipherable only by the author himself.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺.
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“Red is for stop,” Katsuki prompts.
Izuku responds, “Yellow is for slow down and check-in.”
“Good.” Katsuki slips his thigh between Izuku’s legs, grinding hard. “So fucking good for me.”
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Izuku’s eyes are a sea of hazy green waking to the roar of a metal beast. Reverberations travel all the way up the base of Katsuki’s skull and he revs the engine one more time in lieu of saying that he’s ready.
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There isn’t anything wrong with being proud of his work. He drinks Katsuki’s glory for his own like some sort of parasite because that is in part a product of his hard labour.
Who knew living in mediocrity would give him an ego problem?
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It isn’t all that long ago when there were hands wrapped around his throat, with murmurs of praise resonating so deep it pierces through his chest—just a few days, though it feels like an eternity. It’s still the prettiest he’s ever felt.
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In the weight of Izuku’s body against him, Katsuki can feel the little shivers that run down Izuku’s spine. Izuku smiles through the steady stream of tears, trembling hands reaching for Katsuki’s cum soiled hand and sucking a gloved finger into his mouth.
Katsuki’s world tilts.
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“There’s a practice circuit Denki made just outside of the city. Got a good chunk of the force on the payroll, so there won’t be any hassling.”
“It must be nice to have so much money.”
“It is.”
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He straps his mechanic in, pats Izuku’s chest where the belt keeps him snug against the seat. “You can be so good when you listen.”
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“Nnh—but I was asking so nicely.”
“You were begging like a whore.”
Izuku writhes again, and he’s punished as Katsuki restrains him through the threshold of immobility.
“Was begging like your whore, sir. Please let me take responsibility.”
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“I want you to pay attention to the way the car moves under my control. You’ll be driving right after. Understood, kiddo?”
“What if I crash the car?”
“Hah?! You won’t.”
“But what if I do?”
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Amid the cover of his grease-stained undershirt, lay love bites littered all over his collarbones. And by some deadly compulsion, he’s already pressing cold fingers against them, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to illicit memories in the throes.
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@berryafternoonn
i so deeply adore the deku smoking aesthetic with his overgrown hair making its way into a mullet so much <3 the boy is tired and stressed and he just wants to find comfort in kacchan :’(
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@5MlL3
the way you draw deku makes him look so loved in every universe you put him in :’) you draw him like he’s the apple of everyone’s eye, and he smiles like he’s so full of cheeky wonder and i so adore him i adore him and he deserves all the happiness in the world :’)
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It gets easier once they hit the expressway. Izuku absently hums under his breath as they speed past multiple exits, and the sight is so adorable that Katsuki allows it. That gets Izuku’s breathing under control at the very least,
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His chest is acting up again and he doesn’t know why. He can’t stop feeling disgusted with himself.
“Focus. I can see you thinking, kid. Keep your eyes on me.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I will.”
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Katsuki releases their hands and they fall at his sides. A finger hovers just a hairsbreadth away from Izuku’s throat. It traces down his sternum, featherlight and delicate. “You’re allowed to miss me.”
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Silence, save for the tempo of Izuku’s shallow breathing. Izuku’s back is painfully straight and Katsuki knows by the telltale blush raging through tips of Izuku’s ears that Izuku’s skin must be hot to touch.
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