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Discord Shenanigans 3

the thumb isnt a finger.

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Discord Shenanigans 1

TUNA DEKU

Aftermath:

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The Lorax fandom days are coming back to haunt me.

HSHDFHASDF THis made my day thank you.

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this is the kind of crack au you didn’t need

bonus (based on that one post):

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Tags: Meatball Sex, Meatball Midoriya, Meatball Bakugou, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Kinky, Anal Sex, Making Out, Simultaneous Fucking and Being Fucked, Knotting, Oviposition, Egg Laying

Summary: When a villain’s quirk forces them to live out their kinkiest and dirtiest sexual fantasies, no one expected Izuku and Katsuki to both turn into meatballs.

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Considering that 80% of the population has quirks, it would make sense to have protection designed for said quirks

all inclusive quirk canceling All Might condoms 

Something that let’s your lover know “I AM HERE”

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Discord Shenanigans 4

Love at first sight is just an illusion

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LOL haven’t posted any drawings in ages and this is my contribution XD Anyway, I love adding sparkles to everything. More sparkles!!! ✨✨✨

Inspired by wikihow illustrations and @insanemarshmallow‘s Dekuna comics

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Dirty Talk

Izuku: Kacchan, fuck me so hard. Fuck my little Dekussy RAW.

Katsuki: ... what the fuck, Deku?

Izuku: C'mon. You know you want my sweet little--

Katsuki: Stop. Just. Just stop. What the hell are you trying to do? Talk dirty?

Izuku: A-ah, yeah... Is this not how you do it?...

Katsuki: (Well, it's something. I guess.) Not good enough, Deku. I'll fuck you good alright, but only if you let me abuse your tight thrussy, too.

Izuku: Ka-Kacchan! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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Moth to a Flame

It’s nighttime. Izuku is a simple moth minding his own business, doing whatever moths do, when he happens upon something bright and brilliant in the faraway distance.

It’s a golden glow. Absolutely mesmerizing, beautiful, and stunningly captivating.

He’s heard of this kind of light before in legends passed down from his fellow larva brethren, “If you ever lose your way, follow the light.”

Izuku wasn’t really lost, per se. He was just flying on the light breeze to explore more of the gorgeous world he’s been born into.

But, the light was also a thing he was curious about. And so, he changed his trajectory and flew. He wasn’t particularly worried about predators, because his dark green color, with wings in the appearance of fresh evergreen leaves offered him plenty of protection in the forest.

So, it was a wonder to him how something so outstanding and hypnotizing could just... stand out in the open. So alone. So brilliant. So amazing.

And another thing he heard his brethren say before was, “Give the light a name. You’ll always remember it.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku hums to himself. He wasn’t sure why, but it just felt fitting for something so... so amazing. With its golden, almost holy glow in the lone darkness of the quiet moonlit night, it was a cute nickname that Izuku came up with on the fly. Quite literally, too--he was still flying.

As he approached it, the brilliant glow only burned even brighter, more fiery than he had first thought. It radiated energy, humming softly alone in the night, its brilliance not looking to burn out anytime soon. Yet, he noticed it was contained in a cage. The bars were wide enough for him to venture forth, but certainly the opening wasn’t big enough for the light source to free itself.

“Kacchan?” Izuku hums, skittering closer but still keeping his distance.

The light paid him no mind. Didn’t even seem to turn. Its simple flat tune continued on with no interruptions. Izuku tilted his head at the enigmatic creature. Did lights even have faces? Eyes? Wings?

Izuku could see nothing of the sort. It was surely a new entity he hadn’t encountered so close and personal before.

And it was all the more reason to get closer. To follow the light that blinded him so, to reach forth with his legs towards a fiery heat that his instincts partially told him to avoid, but mental curiosity and fascination overtook all his senses.

He flew through the bars.

The warmth radiating from Kacchan felt like it’d be warm enough to singe off his fur. That was only logical, for Kacchan seemed so magnificent. Of course the energy it’d exude was beautifully untempered like its brilliance.

At a decent distance away--perhaps two moth’s length--the warmth was somewhat comforting. Warm. Gentle. Caressing every length of his wings and insect body with a flirtatious touch.

It only beckoned him forward.

“Kacchan,” Izuku hums again.

His legs extended--just a bit more--Kacchan was so warm, so hot, so amazing--and--

...

Well.

Kacchan’s brilliance was absolutely blinding.

Forever.

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Kinning

Background: All Might is a superhero fictional character of a really popular series. Quirks don’t exist in this universe, and Izuku and Katsuki are high school classmates who are on relatively neutral terms with each other and are more like simple acquaintances.

Izuku and Katsuki both identify as All Might kin, and advertise their kin identity on Tumbler (it’s different because it has an “e” in it whOA) to find other people who share their same kin canonverse.

Izuku focuses a lot on All Might’s heroics and determination to save people no matter what. Katsuki focuses on All Might’s victories and absolute powerhouse strength to come out as the winner at all times.

They both post their kin status on Tumbler around the same time at the same night and happen to see each other’s posts when they go to check the tags. And they’re both annoyed because there’s this other kid claiming to be All Might kin, but HOW COULD THAT BE?? Only THEY are the true All Might kin of all All Might kins! Bonus points: they also share a similar-enough canonverse.

They start sending anon hate towards each other. Izuku is more passive aggressive about it, sending stuff like, “I don’t think you’re the real All Might, because do YOU know [insert-this-fight] and how many people he’s saved and their names and looks and everything?” Aka. nerdy as hell and being super petty and trivial.

Katsuki is flat-out offensive and hostile and sends messages like, “Hey dumbass, there’s no way a pussy bitch like you can be All Might, lmfao. Have you seen your pathetic blog? All Might wouldn’t be anything like this!”

After a few hours of shit-talking each other, they have a huge idea they know it’s the other All Might-kin kid that’s fucking with them. However, it’s a school night so they begrudgingly halt their flame war and go to bed.

At school, though, they continue their flame war with each other by using their phones during class (discreetly, tho).

However, they’re both really observant (Katsuki is naturally so, but Izuku is lowkey paranoid about being caught by the teacher so he frantically looks around) and happen to notice that after they send a message, this other kid in class pulls out their phone and starts typing away, and shortly after they get a message back.

So it’s not long at all ‘til they get suspicions it’s each other. They can’t 100% confirm it ‘til...

School day is done and as Izuku is packing up, Katsuki walks by and notices Izuku’s phone is open and on the site. He scoffs and says, “You’re really on a shitty site like that?”

“H-huh?” Izuku looks down and sees his phone is open on Tumbler. He frantically blacks out the screen and gives Katsuki a flustered but stubborn look. “Yeah, so? There’s nothing wrong with it! The community there is really nice...”

“Oh?” Katsuki laughs. “Sounds lame, like a place for nerds or some shit.”

But Izuku replies, “As if you don’t have any shows you really like, huh?”

“What?” Katsuki narrows his eyes. “What the fuck are you implying, nerd? I don’t even know you that well besides the fact that you’re the mumbling-ass kid in the back of class.”

“Oh, nothing,” Izuku says, standing up and putting on his backpack, grabbing his phone from his desk. “I’m at least not a closet about my interests.” And promptly leaves.

Katsuki is dumbfounded for a second and then immediately pissed because “who the fuCK did this kid think he was HUH?!”

Izuku, on the other hand, legit could not believe he just said those things to another person he hardly knew in his class just because he was 100% salty from the other All Might-kin, and dear lord he just prayed Katsuki was really “lordexplodomurder666″ on Tumbler because otherwise that was literally not gonna make any sense.

But when he got on the train, he checked his messages and got, “You’re fucking dead, nerd.” And that’s when he confirmed it: he found his All Might-kin rival.

And now... it was going to be a more personal war about who was the TRUE All Might kin.

Ensue shenanigans online (eventually migrating to DMs) and at school with a strange rivalry that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but they eventually bond and appreciate one another for being another hardcore All Might fan + overall a fan of the main series.

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Tags: Meatball Sex, Meatball Bakugou, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Foot Fetish, Love Bites, Kinky, Dubious Consent, Top Midoriya Izuku, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki Summary: Izuku is tasked with taking care of a Meatball Kacchan. Izuku, however, is curious about how exactly the Meatball quirk works, and goes a little bit too far with his thorough inspection.

Preview: “Ka-Kacchan? What happened to you?!” Izuku couldn’t help but exclaim in a mild panic as he ran toward the blob of flesh wriggling angrily (if one could describe vigorous twitching as such) atop the teacher lounge’s couch. He stooped to his eye-level, quivering hands hovering worriedly over the pale flesh.

“As you may have heard, during our joint training session with Class 1-B and Shiketsu High today, Monoma got ahold of Shishikura’s quirk and rolled him up into, well, that.” Aizawa motioned at the practically vibrating blob of flesh. “It appears that the effects inflicted with Monoma’s Copy quirk has the potential to last upwards of a day, so we’re asking you to keep an eye on him until he returns back to normal.”

“A-ah, is that how it is?” Izuku looked over at Aizawa and back at Kacchan-blob, who was glaring daggers with his one exaggeratedly huge eye. “Why me, though?”

Aizawa sighed, scratching the side of his head. “The others on his floor were too exhausted or knocked out to even ask. We figured you would be the next best candidate. Think of it as a chance for a bonding exercise, since although you two have improved over the months, there’s still much for you both to work on.”

Izuku’s eyes lit up as he immediately lifted up the mass of flesh, cradling it in his arms as if it were a hefty baby. “I got it! I won’t let you or Kacchan down, Aizawa-sensei!”

Aizawa waved Izuku lazily away as he slumped onto his desk table, letting out one exhausted sigh as the door slid shut. Toshinori had said it was a good plan and everything will be “All fine!”, but Aizawa couldn’t help but think it would be quite the opposite.

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Smack!

The sharp sound of skin impacting against skin resounded like a thunderclap in their enclosed room.

“Fuck!” Katsuki shouted, fingers tightening around an already-bundled bundle of sheets in his sweating palms as he slowly lowered his head back down, groaning as he readjusted to the lingering feeling of his inflamed, beaten-red ass stinging in pain.

“Sh-should we stop now, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, his hand massaging the small of Katsuki’s back so lovingly, so tender. It was so different to the firm, hard slaps against his flaring cheeks just a few seconds ago.

“Hell no,” Katsuki breathed, sniffling through his running nose as the tears ran unbidden down his face. He shifted his lower body to rest more at ease on the pillow propped against Izuku’s lap. “I want more, you fucking nerd pervert. I know that’s not the best you’ve got.”

It was a challenge, a dare, a thrill in the moment, because Katsuki knew Izuku could give him more of that sweet, sweet rush of euphoric pain. Izuku’s spanks up to this point were already firm and rough and just so fucking perfect, acting as a physical reminder of just how much he’s trained his body already, but damn. With All Might’s quirk, Katsuki knew Izuku could give him even more. Could break him to limits he’d never thought possible, because who else but Izuku damn Midoriya could give him what he hungrily wanted at this very time in his young life?

“Kacchan, are you sure?” Izuku asked, a hint of worry yet amusement in his voice.

And Katsuki wasn’t going to back away. Not now. Not when he could experience new heights, here and now. “Do it.”

There was a brief pause as Izuku took in a quick breath. “... Okay,” he finally said, raising his scarred right hand up into the air, other hand firmly pushing down against Katsuki’s back. He channeled a surge of energy into his raised palm, the soft crackles of green energy sparkling into the air.

Katsuki recognized the sound of Izuku’s quirk activating. He tensed his red cheeks, leaning his head down into his crossed arms as he readied himself for what would be undoubtedly an experience.

“1%,” Izuku said, so coolly and with an almost sadistic tone that sent shivers down Katsuki’s back.

There was a soft lull in the air as Katsuki took in a sharp breath.

There was no turning back now.

No way to back out.

But all the convincing and preparation and eagerness couldn’t prepare him for what he experienced not a moment later.

SMACK!

If Katsuki could describe the moment (which he realistically couldn’t, because the shock of it all broke him like a motherboard sparkling and frying in a beautiful explosion), he would’ve said his senses were thrown into overdrive in a split second.

The sound of his ass getting 1% One for All smashed (or spanked) was louder than any thunder he has ever heard, not even if there was a lightning strike a few feet away from him. He could do all but naught, not even a yelp or a moan because the air had been whooped out of his lungs in an instant.

And his ass? Don’t even get him started.

The sensation of getting spanked with that much extra power and energy was beyond what his brain could comprehend. It was like he could feel it was supposed to be painful, and yet nothing came out of it. His brain had complete whited out the moment entirely, like something just reset his memory to a blank state for just that moment in time.

And Izuku was worried. Not only did his boyfriend just seem to stop responding, body frozen in a mid-jerked position, head raised in shock, mouth open, the tears still streaming down his face as his knuckles had become bleach-white, but he was not expecting Katsuki’s ass to jiggle as much as it did before his very eyes.

Objectively speaking, his boyfriend had quite the muscular and toned ass. Yes, it had just the right amount of fat to shape that sweet ass into such a perfect ass, but all his earlier spanks had barely jiggled the flawless skin’s surface more than just a, well, realistic ripple of how fat moves when disturbed.

But after just 1%?

Asses shouldn’t jiggle like half-filled waterbeds, with practically small waves rippling out from the source of impact. This was... a surprise. One that Izuku would have to write down in his notebooks later.

“Kacchan?...” he asked quietly, nervously, as his hand gently touched Katsuki’s upper back.

And like he pushed down on a reset button, Katsuki gasped and collapsed back down onto the mattress, chest heaving as he gathered his bearings. “Holy... shit...” Katsuki whispered, weakly trying to move his lower body which, by the way, he couldn’t feel. At least, not at that moment. His sensation came back later, only to feel like someone just poured gasoline over it and lit his ass on fire.

Izuku sighed in relief. “Oh good, I’m so glad you’re still here, Kacchan,” he whispered, hand idly rubbing into his soft blonde hair.

“I felt like... I just died, and came back,” Katsuki said, wiping the streaming tears off his face and into the damp sheets below. “Fuck.”

“We should really stop now--”

“No.”

“Wha-- Kacchan?!”

Katsuki mustered all his energy to grinding his numb hips further into Izuku’s lap. “I want more.”

kinktober day 4: spanking + crying

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once the three-day creation period or whatever is over and posts can start showing up in the tag more regularly, it’s over for you bitches