#first times

[hatchet-boy]

Judging SPN Seasons By How Messy It Would Be If Sam And Dean Started Having Sex

Season 1: freshly reunited. no one else in their world but them. they are obsessed with each other. they would fuck like feral dogs and it would make them so much worse. also dad is there. unspeakably messy. 12/10

Season 2: dad just died. the grief sex would be more tears than come and at least one of them is probably saying johns name mid fuck. dean might have to kill baby brother (TM) and so the obvious reaction to this would be extremely possessive sex. sam would not like that attitude (with the one exception of if it happens when hes drunk in playthings). messy in even grosser but marginally less feral ways than szn one. 13/10

Season 3: milder. still obsessed with each other but more settled into it now. deans turn to maybe die and sams turn to be uber-doober possessive about it. unlike sam, dean would be extremely into that. and his deal is comin due so he might as well. sad and tragic,, but not that messy. probably still more tears than come. 6/10

Season 4: dean just came back from hell to find sam fucking his new demon girlfriend. the angels are there. they're still hunting but Stuff Is Going On and god knows they need to be grounded with each other to make it through. sex would probably help. would do the opposite than make things messier. would be vicious. definite chance dean might try to feed sam his blood. 4/10

Season 5: apocalypse fuck. oh fuck. ruby is dead. angels and death and demons and god and destiny. sam and dean are the most experienced and secure theyve ever been and yet. the whole damn world is about to explode. and yet they are still tortured and annoyed by the goofy everday hunting horrors. fucking would be nice for them, would remind them they belong to each other. they think theyre gonna die so the consequences wouldnt matter a whole lot. less insulated and worried about holy judgment so the incest thing may be a bother now. 2/10

Season 6: you fuck your brother but its not your brother he's different in ways you cant explain but you havent seen him in months and you thought you lost him and hes not quite right but fuck he looks like him and talks like him and knows everything about the two of you and he fucks like a greek god and hes mean as a motherfucker in bed but you can take it its fine its worth it its sam godammit-

15/10

Season 7: stranded up the creek without even a twig for a paddle. both brothers are destroyed and traumatised and forcing each other forward by force of necessity and a brotherly hand on the back of the neck. at least its just them alone together (dean please ignore the hallucination of lucifer sitting in the corner and judging our cock size-). sex would go terribly and be the most unsexy sex ever sexed. but they would probably like the closeness if sam could handle it. messy but wouldnt ruin them long term. there would be a terrible Dick joke. 8/10

Season 8: WHOA BOY WHAT A DOOZY. BOTH BROTHERS HAVE PARAMOURS ON THE SIDE WHOM THE OTHER FUCKIN HATES. DEAN IS PURGATORY FERAL AND HAS ONE EYE ON A VAMP. SAM IS SOFT HAS HIS PINKY FINGER TWINED AROUND SOME RANDOM GIRL. WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK FOR ME?? // YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!! // YOU TRUST A DAMN VAMPIRE OVER YOUR OWN BROTHER?? // YOU HIT A DOG... meanwhile sam is doing the trials losing his mind again and dean is losing his mind about that. letting you down was my biggest sin//there is nothing i would ever put in front of you. messy. 10/10.

Season 9: less than ideal with sam possessed by and angel. dean is rocking with the guilt and confliction. the mark of cain is also making him a bit feral again. theyre safe together in the bunker but thats already claustrophobic enough sex might just suffocate them both. pretty messy. 7/10

Season 10: your big brother is an angry angry man but its not his fault right??? its because of the mark right?? he cant control it and you love him and you want to stay in the safe house/bunker/tomb with him you dont want to leave anymore and you need him. youve both been through enough. you deserve this. there would be minimal messiness caused by sex with your brother rn. exception to those few weeks where he was a demon. 2/10

Season 11: gods sister is here and its the apocalypse again. dean hates what he has with Her. at least his sammy is here. at least theyre together. still crazy about each other. gay incest sex is the most reasonable reaction. god might find out- but then again, he and his sister are pretty wacked out together too, and are we not made in gods image?. 1/10

Season 12: Mom is here and so is lucifer and his kid and also the cunt ass brits. not ideal. minimal messiness so long as no one finds out. and fuck all them anyway its pretty clear sam and dean can only ever really trust each other. sex would be affirming and safe here. they are absolutely fucking in the kitchen to the smell of toast and coffee. dean discovers he has an std because no its not normal that your balls have iched like that for the past four years you need to go to a doctor and dean i swear on the impala if you gave it to me- . 3/10

Season 13 to 15: fellas is it gay to have sex with your brother who you've been functionally married to for over a decade? probably not right ha ha. if they havent already fucked by now theyre not going to. theyre just gonna be intensely platonically married until they die. they both have erectile dysfunction by this point . sex would mean everything to them but change nothing they would still be old and married in their bunker with the devils kid tomorrow regardless. they dont care what people think anymore. fuck all messiness. 1/10

Post Season 15 Finale/Heaven: we deserve a soft epilogue my love sammy. mildly concerned about being kicked out of heaven for incest but with everything else theyve done they still made it there. it would be the least of their sins. lovely soft and nothing hurts. can you make a sex tape in heaven? 0/10

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello! When is the next part of first times coming up? Anyways, I love your fanfics sooooo much <3 thanks for making this community so much better 🫶

Hey hey hey @ant0weems !! It’s right here!!! Thank you for your caring words 💞 I do my best, babes <333 —Added request from @principal-weems09 : “Strap on maybe? Please please please your work is amazing” Thank you all for your patience. This one’s a lot… Hope you Enjoy ♥️

First Times Ch 5: Higher Level of Involvement ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!& Sorcereress!Reader

Link to Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

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Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, ANGST, smut, loving and intimate sex, strap-fucking (R receiving), enchanted strap, Sorcery(R), mistress kink, praise kink, first time penetration for reader, kissing, tears, unhappy cliffhanger, etc.

Enjoy (;

“I’d like to do something new with you today, my Dear…” Larissa hummed, “not intense, but a level up. I’d like to take care of you today, Darling.”

You shuddered lightly at the prospect of this new, mysterious thing.

“Yes please, mistress…”

Larissa hummed in satisfaction at you using the correct term.

“Already off to a good start with your manners, sweet girl…” Larissa purred.

Larissa then stood up from her desk chair and walked over to your sitting frame. She lended you a hand, which you happily took, as you stood up, flush up against the tall, blonde.

“To the bedroom…?” She seductively hummed.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Please mistress…” you whimpered.

Larissa took you by the hand to her private quarters.

“Your mistress is going to take such good care of you, my darling…” she cooed, closing the door to her bedroom behind you.

With the morning all to yourselves, you two took your time undressing each other. The blondes hands caringly caressed your frame, slowly removing each article of clothing. You did the same, unzipping the woman’s dress, letting it pool on the ground. Both your undergarments were next to go, then leaving you both standing in front of each other, nude. Larissa guided you to the back of the bed until you fell backwards onto the mattress.

“Wait here, love.”

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered.

Larissa then disappeared into her closet for a while, before coming back out. She was adorning a purple 6in strap. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched at the sight.

This certainly was a step up…

“Color, Sweet girl…?” Larissa lovingly checked in.

“Green Mistress.” You confirmed.

“Good girl…” Larissa cooed, now crawling onto the bed.

She easily guided you into the middle of the bed, spreading your legs, only to reveal your slick cunt. The blonde then reached over to the bedside table, and she grabbed a bottle of lube. This relieved the tightness in your chest a bit. She applied the lube onto the faux cock generously, before placing the bottle back on the nightstand.

Larissa then positioned herself above you, lining her dick up with your aching hole.

“Wait…” you muttered, suddenly being hit with an idea.

“What? What’s the matter?” Larissa quickly and concerningly asked, pulling away.

“No no, it’s okay…” you reassured her, pulling the blonde back to you and her cock back against your entrance, “I just had an idea…”

“Oh…?”

You then muttered a spell underneath your breath.

“I enchanted it.” You breathed out with a grin.

Larissa’s eyes widened and her throat went dry. And without another word, she began to push into you. You both groaned out in unison, Larissa being able to feel your walls with the strap-on enchantment and you being new to the feeling of being so full.

“Oh my… Oh—” you choked out in a mix of pleasure and pain, as the woman slowly filled your tight hole.

“Breathe, sweet girl, breathe…” Larissa caringly whispered, “The pain will subside, I promise…”

You did your best to take deep breaths. Your hands clawed against the blonde bare back, as your whole body pulsed in pleasure as the woman’s dick finally bottomed you out. Larissa stayed there until you gave the go ahead. You felt so fucking full, but there was aching pain in your core that needed subsiding. Larissa let out a low groan at how your walls were fluttering around her dick.

“I… can you… move mistress… please…?” You stuttered.

Larissa nodded lovingly as she began to slowly pull back and then back into you. Your breathing was staggered and your cheeks were flushed red. Low groans fell from both your lips, your skins slapping each other slowly.

“Such a good girl… taking me so well…” Larissa praised you, fucking you into the mattress slowly and lovingly.

It felt intimate…

It felt loving…

It felt vulnerable..

She continued to thrust into you, speeding up just a little bit, making you whimper and breathily moan out even more. Her sounds got louder and more lewd as well.

“This alright, love…?” Larissa breathily groaned.

“Yes yes yes, mistress…!” You breathily chanted, “please so good…!”

At one point, her thrusting slowed back down again, eliciting a whimper from your lips. Larissa met your gaze with care and dare you say— love…?

“I’d like to swing your left leg over my shoulder, sweet girl… Would that be alright?” She breathed out, struggling to string her words together, as her mind was so far in the pleasure of fucking you.

“Yes please, please mistress…” you panted.

The blonde then hooked your left leg around her shoulder and began her thrustings once more. This time, her dick was hitting a whole new part of your throbbing cunt. More mewls and moans spilled from your lips. Larissa was pushing you and her both closer and closer to the edge. A few more slow, intentional, deep thrusts from the blonde, brought your right to the edge. And Larissa herself right alongside you.

“Sweet Girl, I can feel your walls fluttered like mad around my dick…” Larissa breathily moaned, “Wanna cum for your mistress…?”

You nodded vigorously, screwing your eyes tight shut and scratching up the blondes back even more.

“Wanna cum…! Wanna cum mistress please…!!” You pleaded.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart… And cum for me…”

Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of the blonde goddess above you. She sent you over the edge. Her heavy breathing… Her glazed over, caring eyes…. Her trembling lips… Her luscious, cascading, platinum locks…

You came with sweet cries, licking your legs around Larissa’s waist, as she fucked you through your high. She started to slow down afterwards, but you stayed connected to her, shaking your head.

“Want you to cum…” you breathlessly mewled, “inside me… please mistress…”

Larissa’s eyes widened and she gulped. She wanted nothing more. And how could she refuse you… So, the blonde continued to thrust into you, about to reach her high.

“Make me yours…” you pleaded, “Wanna be yours mistress please…!”

Larissa’s breath hitched. Back to what she had deflected earlier. Commitment…

“Are you sure, love…?” Larissa nervously whispered.

“Yes yes yes, please I’m yours, take me…” you whimpered, pleading to the blonde with your eyes.

But before Larissa could get another thought in, she came with a guttural moan. You moaned right alongside her, seeing the blonde in such ecstasy above you. The blonde collapsed beside you, panting heavily and stunned, trying to process everything that’s happening. Silence took the room, before Larissa began,

“Darling I—”

“I can’t just be the servant to your mistress…” you breathed out, interrupting Larissa.

Larissa gulped. You sat up and looked over to the blonde.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not who you are to me. I… I don’t mind the pet name during sex, but you mean more to me than that outside the bedroom…” you admitted.

Larissa sat up as well, still adorning the strap, meeting your gaze with pursed lips and a slight blush. She sighed. She had to ask. Ask the question she’d been avoiding the answer to.

“What do I mean to you then?”

“I’m… I’m not sure… But it’s more than just sex…” you whispered.

Larissa gulped. She looked away.

“You’re a student and I’m the headmistress… I shouldn’t have started this in the first place… It’s evident that with feelings around, this should be ended… I’m sorry…”

What…?

A wave of emotions washed over you. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Betrayal. Loss. Your eyes began to water. You had to get out of here before you started crying.

“Fine.” You muttered, getting up and quickly putting on your clothes.

You were gone in a matter of minutes. And that’s when the guilt hit Larissa. She’d fucked you and then left you high and dry. She hadn’t helped you out of your sub-like space. She hadn’t cared for you afterwards. She’d just fucking deflected again. She’d been a fucking coward. And now you were gone.

What had she done…??

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Chapter 6 ~Work in Progress… (Happy ending coming, I promise!!!) 😚

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[lostcauses-noregrets]

hiii!! im sending an ask again bc im not sure if the last one did actually get sent 😭 so sorry if u get two asks about the ssme thing, feel free to ignore 😞 but i wanted to know if u have any rec for canonverse eruri fanfics where they have their first 🔞 time?

Hi Anon, sorry, I got your original ask but unfortunately it can take me ages to reply as I get way more asks than I'm able to respond to. Since we're here though...here's some First Time fics. I haven't read all of these, but they're all by authors whose writing I've enjoyed, so I hope you will too.

Fungus by saltslow

Beyond The Walls by Naus (XianKar)

No Less Perfect by levislattes

the art of fulfillment by levislattes

Ineffable by @nomoretears-707

Tryst by @huxandthehound

Darling by JustRaven

Staying the Nights by jin_bestgirl

La petite mort by @flecksofpoppy

Of Stillness and Stains by @flecksofpoppy

Triskaideka by @lostcauses-noregrets

You could also check out these rec lists, many of them feature first times, though they're not all canonverse:

First Kiss

Post ACWNR

Classic Canonverse

Longer Canonverse

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

Afterwards Chay wakes up in his apartment with a massive headache .But it's the tense bliss deep , deep in his bones , which he brings to the forefront by taking an advil.

He tries to remember what had happened last night , but only gets till his brief excuses to the interested seniors who were eyeing openly, so he could get more of the free cocktails and jump around with his friends .

The stains on the sheets and the satisfied hum of his lower muscles give evidence to his lost virginity. It was a guy. He fucked sone guy he met at a party and had no idea who it was. What if it was his classmate? Or worse yet ......

What in hell would he do if it was a senior???

Problems for another day , he was already late to his morning lecture. Pulling out the sheets that were stained red at some places , he wondered if he should get new ones in the meantime.

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Fresher's day and beach activities brought out more of Chay's talents. P'Roni was eyeing him up and down when he picked dare again and again - danced , carried one of his buddies bridal style , did handstand for 2 minutes and acted out as the possessive lead of a new drama.

Chay still didn't know . Was it P'Roni who spent the night with him? Did he remember it and was that why he felt his eyes on him all the time?

All of these thoughts came to a standstill when Kim walked into the glow of the campfire light.

As midnight approached and drinks flowed freely , music swelled and tensions mounted , Chay could feel , inspite of the haziness of the alcohol coursing through his body , how Kim was watching him.

Did he expect him to run and hide? To fade away to some corner or cry pathetically to cope? Fuck that. Kim wasn't going to drive him away from his own fresher's party. He would be treated as just any other senior . Nothing less , definitely nothing more.

Chay kept singing out loud with his friends , laughing and having fun , as one should , leaving Kim withdrawn and hunched by the fire , staring longingly , the bitemarks from days before tingling , making him shiver even in the warm breeze. The famous P'Wik had appearances to keep , helped only by the fragile smile plastered on his face , while his mind looped around thoughts of how a particular pair of eyes had looked at him that night . How those fingers strumming the guitar now , had made him moan uncontrollably when they pinched , rolled and rubbed out rolls of pleasure off of his chest , how those legs were working overtime to press and grind onto the place deep within him where he needed it the most. Or how those full lips and pearly teeth had painted his entire thighs purple and blue , that he had to pick full trousers instead of his favoured beach shorts.

Why did Chay seem so unaffected? Didn't he remember?

Was it only him who was reminded of it everytime he moved , every time he looked at himself in the mirror , or had to button up his shirt fully to the neck ???

[steddieunderdogfics]

It's just a bonfire afterparty with the band. What's the worst that could happen?

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Eddie immediately starts trying to fuck with him, jamming his tongue into his cheek in a pantomime even an idiot like him can parse.

You're a riot, Steve says with eyebrows and pursed lips.

Oh, you don't want me then? Eddie conveys with a mock frown.

Steve laughs him off. But when he looks back at Eddie he's still looking. Somehow Steve gets caught in his stare and can't help but feel like he's trying to convey something he's missed.

Wait, were you serious? Steve asks with a series of facial twitches.

This seems to stump Eddie. He looks away and back again a few times before giving Steve a shrug that says, Why not? No big deal.

Steve feels as though his brain might very well have fled the scene. He watches Eddie nod toward the treeline with a raised brow in question.

He floats out of his chair and follows Eddie toward the woods like some dumb kid in a fairytale. Eddie could murder him so easily right now.

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Sweet Revelation by Ragazza_Guasto

@himbosandhardwear

Rating: Explicit

10,472 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Himbo Steve Harrington, Coming Out, First Time, Blow Jobs, Intergluteal Sex, Dialogue Heavy, Humor, POV Steve Harrington, Emotional Roller Coaster, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Light Dom/sub

Summary:

It's just a bonfire afterparty with the band. What's the worst that could happen?

Thanks for the rec!

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[rowaelinprompts]

"Firsts" Prompts!

A list of prompts about "first" things! Feel free to share and use these for anything that inspires you! and they are not character-, ship- or fandom-specific, so have fun :)

List is split into "romantic" and "platonic" headings but is most definitely not limited to couples, feel free to interpret the prompts however they inspire you

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ROMANTIC

First sight

First memory

First time hearing their voice

First kiss

First date

First touch

First drink

First tattoo

First song

First morning

First evening

First night

First long night

First sleepover

First time meeting the parents

First time getting drunk

First adventure

First week

First month

First year

First fall

First winter

First spring

First summer

First holidays

First vacation

First disaster

First laughter

First tears

First hello

First goodbye

First fight

First argument

First reconciliation

First heart-to-heart

First time defending them

First "I love you"

First "Thank you"

First labels

First time getting something matching

PLATONIC

First sight

First touch

First time hanging out

First memory

First adventure

First song

First class together

First drink

First time getting drunk

First laughter

First tears

First hello

First goodbye

First time apart

First heart-to-heart

First time seeing them cry

First time defending them

First injury

First "Thank you"

First tattoo

First time getting something matching

First time seeing them in a relationship

First job

First disaster

First fight

First reconciliation

First vacation

First holiday

[sitp-recs]

Hi! Ok so I'm in the mood for some drarry first recs. Like they are each other's first kiss, first dates, loss of virginity, etc. I'll take just about anything. Also dark!Harry recs. Where drarry are together and something bad happens to Draco (either he dies or ends up severely injured/in a coma) and Harry seeks out revenge on those who did it and turns evil. I know that's a lot but I'd really appreciate it. Please and thank you in advance!

Hello! I did a list for Dark!Harry a while ano but that might not be what you’re looking for - tbh I don’t think I’m familiar with fics where he goes evil to save/avenge Draco (would love to read those!) but I’m sure my followers can help. As for first times, here are some recs for you:

A world just for us by nerakrose (G, 2k)

Harry and Draco go flying and then…continue to go flying.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5k)

It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Slip Into My Lover's Hands by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k)

Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn't think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. "One finger?"

Night Changes by @writcraft (E, 10k)

Draco and Harry have spent years dancing around one another, but Potter’s straight and married. Until one day he isn’t.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (E, 23k)

Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you're there, but you won't remember it in the morning.

Speak (and may the world come undone) by @shealwaysreads (E, 26k)

The war is on in earnest, and the hunt for the Horcruxes has begun. Harry receives help from the least expected person, and must decide whether he can trust the enemy he knows best.

Your Place or Mine? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 26k)

"This person is so much harder to hate. And I’m supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"

Buds, Blooms, and Beards by @corvuscrowned (E, 27k)

Harry and Ginny have built an easy, happy life for themselves after the war. They run a thriving plant shop together, they have a great relationship, and they're definitely not gay.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man.

Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants (E, 35k)

Since the war, Harry Potter has gone from Saviour to Scoundrel—not that he’s complaining. With a schedule full of gorgeous men, alcohol, and late nights, why would he want to change? Enter Draco Malfoy: beautiful, sharp, and completely untouchable. When Draco comes to Harry with a proposition to help him attract an engagement, Harry’s up for it—after all, how hard can it be not falling for his former nemesis?

Dwelling by aideomai (T, 83k)

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it's not called the Mirror of Erised doesn't mean you shouldn't know better.

Reparo by amalin (E, 84k)

Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances—and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

[ronanception]

Tagging myself in to follow @eskawrites and @dufrau on putting some sweet tender love into the Ronance tag, and also post some of the shit I wrote in February that I didn't post because I'm a chump.

Have some sweet first-times

Robin can count on one hand the close, tight knit, friendships she’s had in her 18 years. She can count two individuals whose hands she had grasped in desperation when it felt like her world was being torn apart. 

Fleeting touches and caresses are foreign to her, she’s much too used to knocking shoulders and knees, grasping to pull her loved ones behind her. 

She’s not a leper, she has enjoyed brief hugs from her mother and her father, her extended hippy family. There was even that one time, after Starcourt, where her mom and dad had hugged her so tight between them that she thought she’d pop like a balloon. 

Despite all of this she feels stupid, her arms flung out spread eagle as Nancy Wheeler runs her hands across her middle and under her armpit to clutch at Robin's shoulders, bringing them together into a bone crushing hug. Soft curls tickle her chin as Nancy buries her nose into the fabric covering Robin’s shoulder. She looks at Steve in a panic. To no relief, he looks nearly as perplexed as she feels. He shrugs and then mimes bringing his arms around an invisible person in front of himself. 

Right. 

Robin slides one arm around the middle of Nancy’s back, the other curling over her shoulder so that she can squeeze her closer. Robin wants to punch herself in the face as she feels her friend stand on tiptoes so she can press further into her, her breath curling between them. Nancy shudders like a foal in Robin’s arms, tiny little gasps puffed into the sanctuary of her thick curls.

“Hey…” Robin whispers, grimacing as Nancy tightens her hold.

“I just broke up with Jon.” her friend murmurs in a half caught sob. Robin instantly goes slack, leaning against the counter so that her friend can melt into her. She rubs her long fingers against the soft cashmere of Nancy’s sweater and hums low in sympathy, giving a firm squeeze to the body in her arms.

Nancy shows no sign of ending this embrace anytime soon and so Robin holds her and murmurs stupid platitudes into those soft curls. Nancy shifts against her neck so that her lips are almost touching the sensitive skin as she inhales, three stuttering breaths in before each long exhale. 

Steve had long since flipped the Family Video sign from ‘OPEN’ to ‘CLOSED’ and made himself scarce by the time Nancy begins to loosen her hold.

On impulse, Robin brings her hand up to Nancy’s cheek to smooth away the tears and mascara tracks as they finally pull away from each other. Her friend laughs, mildly hysterical, dropping her arms and bringing her hands up to scrub at her eyes.

“God I’m… I’m so sorry. It’s been… it’s been really rough.” she coughs wetly, sniffling as she pulls away. “I just… I really needed a good hug, thank you.” Nancy murmurs quietly, tangling their hands together and squeezing as she looks up apologetically into Robin's eyes. 

There was a moment, a beat, barely two seconds that they spend with their eyes connected. Nancy’s face is red from crying, tear tracks staining her cheeks and big, blue, wounded eyes searching for validation, for confirmation that she made the right decision. Robin could only stare back, mesmerized, her mouth slightly open as she realizes that she was well and truly done for, completely whipped. Nancy’s eyes flick briefly to Robins lips and then back to her eyes, a curious expression filtering across her features.

The rattling of the video store door made Robin jump directly out of her skin.

“I CAN SEE YOU.” yells an irritated, muffled voice. Robin smirks and rolls her eyes at Nancy who hides her eyes in embarrassment. “Oh god.” she whispers, mortified that a stranger witnessed such a tender moment.

“I’m coming I’m coming, god. You know the US government says we’re legally entitled to 15 minute breaks.” Robin drones, loping towards the door to unlock it, spinning the sign back to ‘OPEN’. The customer doesn’t seem convinced or happy about having to wait two minutes, skulking off to the ‘romance’ section with their shoulders bunched tight around their ears.

Robin rolls her eyes and turns around, yelping as she comes face to face with Nancy. Her friend smiles apologetically, watery eyes still threatening to spill.

“Hey do you want to… come over tonight? I could really use the distraction. We can watch whatever movie you want, even some boring art-house movie… I just…” the sigh she rattles off sounds about 30 years too old to be coming from the petite girl in front of her, “I just want to think about anything other than… that.” she murmurs, looking at the ceiling as a fresh wave of tears spill over her lashes.

Robin smiles, anxiety curling in her gut as she reaches over and grabs Nancy’s wrist, swiping her thumb gently across the soft skin.

“Of course. Go pick a movie and just run off with it. I’ll bring the ice cream and chocolate.” because hey, it’s just her and Steve tonight and he’s not gonna snitch. This is what girls do when they go through a break up, right? She feels guiltily giddy at the idea that Nancy trusts Robin enough to come to her. Not Carol, not Brooke, her. Robin. 

“Deal. Bring sour worms too.” Nancy smiles sweetly with a sniffle, wiping her eyes delicately with her fingers. Robin grins and drops her wrist, digging the toe of her converse into the low pile carpet of the video story for a second as she debates what to say next.

“That was, uh, the first time.” she announces awkwardly, belting it out too fast, too eager as Nancy turns to leave. Her friend raises an eyebrow with a little shake of her curls and a confused smile. Robin takes a deep breath and exhales, smiling, trying not to make things too awkward, wondering why she said anything.

“That’s the first time you’ve hugged me.” she elaborates, fear and trepidation flooding her as Nancy’s expression changes from curious to sad. It didn’t take more than a second before those small arms were wrapping back around her in her second official hug of the evening.

“I like that we’re on hugging terms now, officially.” Nancy murmurs, making Robin laugh into those curls.

“Okay, you. Go pick whatever movie you want. Even if it’s the sappiest, most disgustingly romantic movie on the shelves. You get first choice because we’re going to make tonight all about you.”  Robin hops back behind the counter, seeing Grumpy Gus coming back with their selection.

“See you at 10?” Nancy calls, making the customer roll their eyes. Robin grins and gives her a two finger salute.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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monster fucking march 5 - bulbs, spikes and bumps (namkook)

oh i took my sweet time with this one because it was SO out of my comfort zone!! but i ende dup really liking the dynamic i was able to wrtie. which is kinda what the challenge is about!! tho fr now ill preassur emyself to psot everyday for the rest of march to get to all 10 prompts!! wish me luck :,)

tags: intersex jungkook , jungkook has both genitals , mentions of female genitalia , monster genitals , monster pussy , trans man namjoon , ftm namjoon , post-phalloplasty namjoon , trans dick namjoon , first times , chubby namjoon

3.4k (no wonder it took me forever )

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“Looking for someone into cock biting-” 

No.

“Is there any sadist dtf my ass that has this weird medical condition-” 

No! 

Jungkook’s hands abandon the keyboard as if it were on fire. 

He can’t do this. But he has to. 

Already in his mid twenties, Jungkook hasn’t gone past the occasional hand job back when he was just starting college. Back when he knew something was off but never had the urge to experiment and find out exactly what. 

Needless to say, it was a very painful first fingering experience, for all the wrong reasons. 

Yes, he’s heard people with vaginas say it can hurt the first time. But he didn’t expect his fingers to barely fit. Scrunching up his face as curling them forward and back only seems to make the squeezing worse. 

Jungkook knew he was intersex, his mother made a very conscious effort to explain it to him. He has both genitals and he’s gone his life mostly in normality. All of his biology was male except for the vulva behind his sack; so he lived his life normally. Intersex people exist and he doesn’t have to go around telling people, he doesn’t owe that to anyone! 

Though… He does panic when in a wild tipsy night by himself he wants to experiment fingering himself, copious amounts of lube as he reaches between his lips; thighs spread open and anticipation pumping his heart. 

And when he pulls out to see his fingers swollen and red. It was a bit of a moodkill. If not, the thing that sent Jungkook into cardiac arrest. 

Yes, he knows the rest of his biology is all relatively normal. That he could easily just have standard sex in any position without having to involve the anomaly on his body. But now, as if being intersex hadn’t been enough of a stigma for him to overcome, now he has to worry about people finding said pussy he shouldn't have in the first place, has weird hard bumps in it!

His mom was a fumbling mess when he interrogated her over the phone. Something about her making a mistake, falling for some succubus-like man thing, and some of his genes passing onto Jungkook! 

So Jungkook’s vagina has bumps, apparently. 

He hasn’t had much sex at all after that. 

Though redacting this message was becoming a harder task than he had anticipated. Not even anonymity and a strong vpn were enough to make the shame he felt wash away. Writing and deleting and re-writing just to delete again in exhaustion.

And he’s becoming desperate. And lonely. 

That's where he finds himself now. In a very deep corner of the internet. An old abandoned website with only a few people in it, describing different genitalia anomalies. As if he was gonna find anyone like him. Jungkook didn’t need to find anyone like him though. He just needed to find someone… willing. 

 He needs a drink. 

It ends up being 5 drinks until Jungkook’s drunken inspiration takes hold of him. Writing an obscene message and posting it shamelessly before he plops on the bed; knocked out by the weird cocktail of anxiety, and alcohol that tired him out.

At least he is relieved he didn’t actually post his number online for a group of strangers. But still inside this obscure forum thing, a little bell shows on his chats. Flinging already, he reaches to click it.

 With horror, Jungkook is reminded of his last night’s endeavor when a notification of a message from the same dark website shows up on his phone. 

“Hello Im JUngkoook, my vagina has liek bumps in it or sumthing! you dont have to be into it!!!!! as long asd youre down with having sex w me in anywway shape or form (i ahve a penis too ;))) !! im just despedrate ok? text me if your interesdted!! !!  :DDD”

icantfeelmydickwhenimwithyou: hi! i dont know if you were serious or not, but if youre from seoul, im a bit desperate and more than ok with… your situation. 

icantfeelmydickwhenimwithyou: we wouldnt have to like fuck on first encounter but if you wanna chat im interested :] 

Well she fell for a succubus. She can’t tell Jungkook shit.

He stares in awe. Jungkook’s parents have given him so many talks throughout all of his teenage internet friendships about the dangers of the internet and all the creeps that lay within. But Jungkook is actively seeking them out now. Not only that, but he wants to meet with one too. Have sex with them! 

Jungkook’s mom would not be proud. 

jkabtthecockbiting: i /am/ from seoul 

jkabtthecockbiting: honestly…if youre ok to fucking right away id skip the chitchat. 

His confidence dissipates when the stranger replies immediately. 

Jungkook wasn’t dumb enough to give him his address. Or too agree to go to “Namjoon’s” as he learnt is his supposed name. So they agreed to a love hotel on the outskirts of Seoul. Not the safest place around, but Jungkook can defend himself! He hits the gym! He boxes! That's what he tries to remind himself at least, as he finds himself outside the sketchy area on a random Thursday night.  

icantfeelmydickwhenimwithyou: cutting straight to the point huh

And maybe this stranger online posing no hesitation to meet him, should've been a red flag. His mother would be very disappointed. But Jungkook needs to feel wanted. And if a creep sadist perv on Reddit is the one to make him feel that way. Then they meet. 

He does regret not having asked for some sort of photo or social media. Jungkook may not be desperate enough to fuck a 70 year old man. But he doubts an old man would’ve figured out a way through underground fetish chat rooms, right? Right.

“Jungkook, right?” Oh.

It's cold, he has his arms crossed over himself trying to protect himself from the falling snow while keeping contact with everyone who passes by. 10:30pm outside, that's what they had agreed on. Of course Jungkook not only got there at 9:50, but had booked a room in the hotel for the night. And now has to think about how he will tell Namjoon that he expects him to pay half of it too… Is Jungkook even allowed to request that? This stranger is the one doing a favor for him. 

Even if he hears the steps approaching him, making his head snap up, Jungkook is startled anyways. The stranger must recognize that same jitteriness on himself. 

 Out of everything he’s imagined, this isn’t what he considered Namjoon would look like. Gentle but broad rounded shoulders, only a slimmer bit taller than Jungkook. Padded chin with some patchy stubble and pillowy body showing through the thick layer of clothing. Pear shaped body clinging to his shirt and jeans; despite the flannel and jacket, it still shows. He smiles a bit, plump lips catching Jungkook’s attention more than his body; dimples showing through. 

“I uh… I already booked a room.” He speaks from behind the broad expanse of soft shoulders. Namjoon turned to look over his shoulder, smiling surprised. 

“Y-yeah.” He can’t help but grin, feeling the release of tension of seeing this real life 20-30 something person with him; a real, friendly-looking, human. “Namjoon?” 

“That's me.” Namjoon offers his hand and Jungkook eagerly takes it, satisfied with the warmth emanating from this man. “Oh you’re freezing. Come on, let's go in.” He says it so casually as if they were getting into his home; it's a bit relaxing as he follows Namjoon without letting go of his big warm hand. Like the rest of him.

“Oh! You prepared for everything! Nice.” Even if his reaction is positive, Jungkook can’t help but feel that familiar anxiety slip through. Is he being too eager? Overprepared? He can only smile timidly and nod as Namjoon makes his way to the desk, asking for a reservation to his name for him; and Jungkook lets himself find refuge behind the mass of the other man. Feels nice. 

Namjoon’s smile at him is also very reassuring. “No, no you’re alright.” There's a chuckle attached to the end of his sentence and everything. “I’m not particularly into it. Or I mean, I never tried!” He adds quickly.

Namjoon maneuvers his way through the awkwardness easily. While Jungkook only speaks when they’re in the privacy of the hallway together. 

“So… You're into bumpy holes?” He doesn’t bother being subtle. Though he does feel a bit guilty in the way Namjoon chokes on his own spit; but not guilty enough to hide his giggling. “Sorry, too much?”

“I’m your first I get it.” Jungkook reassures smiling.  

“But uh… I had bottom surgery about a year ago. And it's safe to have sex, but I still need a bit… uh, more, to really feel anything. Until the nerves heal at least.”  Jungkook can only stare a bit wide eyed nodding. 

There's something so… relieving about hearing Namjoon isn’t ‘normal’ either. A smile slowly grows on his face. He’s never been with a trans person. But walking with Namjoon now, it just makes perfect sense that they found each other. 

“Hopefully I’ll be of help then.” His smile must be contagious because Namjoon is grinning back at him, gentler than last time. “Won’t it hurt the stitching?” Jungkook asks curiously.

“Oh no no. Most of the stitching is gone, and the scarring made the skin really tough.” He explains before his smile widens more, a little bit of confidence oozing off him. “You did your homework.” 

“You’re not the only one that looked for bottom surgeries!” Jungkook accuses with a finger that pokes at Namjoon’s pillowy bicep. Their giggling rudely echoing through the hallway. 

“This is our room.” Laughter still clings to his voice as he gestures to the room. “I’m kinda scared, never been in one of these.” He confesses. 

“I can still appreciate it!” He whines but the laughter makes it less serious. Jungkook is starting to worry less about their night together, and more about if the other customers will file a complaint about them. Which feels a lot better. The door opens and Jungkook prepares himself to be grossed out. 

“Does it look like I have?”

“That was the anxiety, Namjoon.” Jungkook deadpans earning another wave of giggles. 

They turn to each other in pleasant awe, smiling softly in the brief moment of silence. Jungkook catches Namjoon’s eyes glancing down towards his lips before their eyes meet again.

“Oh!” “This is so much better than I expected.”

“Me too.”

He wouldn’t be able to tell you who leaned first, all Jungkook knows is it is his own back pressing the door shut close; once the eager weight of Namjoon’s body presses flush against his. Softened belly and chest engulfing him in warmth as Jungkook cups his face, feeling big hands cup at his waist and squeeze. Coaxing a moan to vibrate for his lips to be swallowed by Namjoon. 

This is where he would start to feel nervous, jittery over not letting himself get to enjoy too much. Jungkook would have to stop them before it gets too far, before he has to explain himself; make excuses for his body. But he doesn’t have to, not when Namjoon’s hands softly caress the hem of Jungkook’s shirt. Stripping his jacket and shirt alike, leaving him bare. 

Goosebumps break down his back from the feeling of the cold wall against his skin; but Namjoon’s warm hands tug him closer and away from it. Jungkook’s muscular thigh slots between Namjoon’s thicker ones in an attempt to stabilize himself. A bit harshly but it seemed to do the trick for the other; moaning deeply into Jungkook’s lips. 

Jungkook doesn’t feel like covering up, he feels like revealing Namjoon too. 

His own hands strip his jacket off before letting his hands get a feel of his tubby torso, pudgy and soft to the touch. Jungkook’s hands are desperate trying to memorize the curve and thickness of his waist, and Namjoon’s chuckle into the kiss does nothing to help. Confidence making his dick twitch in desperation; which he is sure Namjoon can feel, from the way they’re pressed together. 

“F-fuck… Fuck can I?” He whispers as his hands trace to Jungkook’s belly, settled on the waistband of his pants; where Jungkook’s bulge is beginning to show. He nods urgently, his own hands aggressively tugging down at Namjoon’s sweatpants; everything on his body jiggling softly with the strength of Jungkook’s pulling. Too preoccupied licking his lips at the sight of Namjoon’s semi to worry about himself. 

“Pleasantly surprised.” The flirty giggle clings to his voice as his hand curiously caresses the chubby bottom of Namjoon’s belly, trailing down to wrap around his dick. Both of them looked down at Jungkook’s tattooed hand. 

“You’re hard.” Jungkook whispers with an awed smile and very shameless staring. 

“Surprised?” He retorts with humor and endearment. 

Harsh, he’d told Jungkook. So biting his lips, he squeezes Namjoon’s shaft, letting his nails sink a little into the skin in a way he’d never dare to try on himself. But Namjoon seems to melt into it, his thick thighs shivering in what Jungkook can only assume is a mix of pleasure and pain? He moans like its only pleasure. 

“We don’t have to do anything.” His thumbs rub soothing circles along his squeezed knees. And oh, how could Jungkook pass up an opportunity like this? When is he ever going to find someone like Namjoon again?

“I wanna see too…” His voice sounds significantly deeper than Jungkook remembers it. Making his heart skip a beat as he looks up to Namjoon; whose half lidded eyes do nothing to calm his stammering pulse. Warm hands squeezing gently at his waist; so much softer than Jungkook’s treatment. 

Guiding him towards the bed, their legs still tangling together as Jungkook lets himself fall on the surprisingly soft mattress; Namjoon standing in front of him. He instinctively presses his thighs together in an attempt to hide his vulva. But those same big hands are rubbing at his knees as Namjoon carefully kneels on the bed. The hunger in his eyes dissipated for something softer. 

Jungkook has to really bite into his lip to stop a shaky whine from slipping, so many years of self neglect leaving him needy and so sensitive. But even so, a choked whimper slips past. “Can I?” Namjoon asks, regardless of the desperation in Jungkook’s eyes when he snaps up to look at him again. 

“I want to.” Jungkook confesses vulnerably. “Just, uh… force of habit.” He chuckles a bit at himself, taking the first step as his thighs begin to spread for the dreamy man. The rush of adrenaline makes his breathing already a little heavy. Biting his lip preparing himself for the worst. 

But Namjoon’s expression only melts with lust, exhaling as he doesn’t take his eyes off Jungkook’s crotch. “Oh look at you…” He whispers and it feels like his voice could rattle at his insides. Warm hands still very much secured on his muscular thighs. Jungkook can feel his face burn as he forces himself to look up once Namjoon’s fingers abandon his leg to caress his lips, tentatively. Only the tips of fingers feeling him up. 

“You're so wet…” He mumbles against Jungkook’s lips. Only getting a desperate moan in response. His jaw dropping, looking up at Namjoon with eyes that struggle to stay open. “I can’t finger you but–but we’ll take it slow, yeah?” His thumb presses against his clit, and Jungkook’s eyes roll with a trembling whine. 

“Yes!” All self control leaves him, body trembling, begging for Namjoon to do something more than to caress the shaven lips of his pussy. “Yes Namjoon, please-” The sentence dies in his throat as Namjoon’s fingers press between his lips, rubbing up and down without pressing in just yet. Wet and sloppy noises coming from within him; only more accessible as his dick hardens against his flat tummy. 

Namjoon smiles at the shivering man beneath him, taking the liberty of leaning closer and really making Jungkook’s legs spread. Opening to fit the girth of Namjoon’s hips; calves squishing into the chub a bit. Plump lips take a hold of his, greedily kissing as Jungkook is engulfed by the softness of Namjoon’s torso. 

He has to make an effort to stay lucid enough to respond. Nodding quickly before he can even coordinate to speak, stuttering as his own hips grind against Namjoon’s fingers. Stabbing jabs of pleasure spreading through his navel. “Yes–Yes please!” Shaky hand presses to Namjoon’s cheek just to pull him in for another kiss, to let his weight press him down to the mattress. For the first time in a while, Jungkook allows himself to feel empty, to yearn for the warmth he so desperately craves. Worsening when Namjoon pulls his fingers away.

Something in his stomach tightens in anticipation, for it all to go invariably wrong. But Namjoon aligns himself, taking a curious look at where their crotches meet, sliding on a condom before he starts pressing in. Frowning in concentration, while Jungkook’s heart goes rigid. Gasping quietly at the stretch, he feels his bulbs press onto Namjoon’s dick in a tight fit. Jungkook can only imagine the pressuring squeeze they’re pushing onto Namjoon’s dick; even if he feels more stretched than he ever dared to try. 

Even as his heart raises to Jungkook’s throat he stares at Namjoon wide eyed. Taking in his groans, trying to read if it's the pain or the pleasure overpowering his senses. Though Namjoon’s continuous, even if slow, sliding into him is somewhat of a good sign. Regardless, he asks. 

“G–Good?” The insecurity shows in his voice even throughthe heavy breathing and fucked-out stutter. Namjoon opens his eyes for him with a haze of their own; his voice sounding a little breathless itself when he responds. 

“I won’t.” He whispers leaning to take Jungkook’s lips into another kiss, both of them smiling into eachothers mouths before his hips begin to grind. Their kiss is sloppy enough that it's not able to silence the moan of pleasure out of Namjoon’s throat. Unable to help himself as a rhythm begins to build. As Jungkook begins to lose himself, his insides churning in a pleasure that takes him from within. Feeling through the nubs inside him every inch of Namjoon’s skin, his own bumps, his own imperfections. Filling him to the brim with quickening thrusts. 

“Oh Jungkook… It feels amazing.” He whispers leaning so their noses brush, fully bottomed out he can feel the way Namjoon’s entire body shivers in pleasure. “Y-you?” His smile is giddy even if it's shaky; like he is holding back.

It feels ridiculous for him to even ask! Jungkook is nodding before the words come out again. “So, so good, keep going!” He can’t help but grin excited, nodding in encouragement; seemingly contagious as a wider smile spreads on Namjoon’s own face. 

He is beyond controlling the string of moans that Namjoon coaxed out of his chest with each thrust. Warmth, all he feels is warmth. From the inside out, form the jiggling soft body pressed on top of his, weighting on him like a blanket. Namjoon’s own moans, deep and lustful, making his eyes roll back as his legs hang heavy and useless at either side. Dick rubbed against the bottom of Namjoon’s belly, sinking into it deliciously. 

Jungkook never could’ve imagined, he could ever feel this good. That he could ever cause this much pleasure to someone else. 

It's pointless to try to warn Namjoon about his orgasm. Legs squeezing into the sides of his chubby belly as he spurts against the very bottom roll. “D–Don’t– Don’t stop!” Is all he manages to say. Hands cupping Namjoon’s thick neck howling in pleasure as he continues. Shamelessly enjoying after so many years of deprivation. 

He never wants it to end. 

“F-fuck –fuck don’t say that, Jungkook. I’m – I’m going to-” Namjoon’s own speech is cut off with a shivered moan, his entire body trembling and spasming as he grinds his hips into Jungkook’s bumped heat. 

And for a moment everything stills, looking at one another with widened eyes. Like it's the first time in a while either of them have been able to feel this amount of pleasure. 

The first, but definitely not the last. 

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku Fic Recs

Multi-Chaptered or Series

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archive of our own

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Credit to @minggchoww for the art.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

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His Piercing Gaze by SaysiWrites

Summary: For a long time Izuku has been enthralled by models with belly button piercings, but it takes a nudge from Shouto to get past the self-doubt.

When Katsuki sees, he ceases to function.

Complete | 3 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

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Talk Angry to Me by LarryPinn

Summary: "Don't say a fucking word Deku. Give me a few days of space and peace of fucking mind to think this over. Your letter was too sudden for me to give an answer right now."

"But Kacchan it wasn't -"

"Not now Deku!"

Basically Midoriya writes a letter to Uraraka, but Bakugo finds it first. Thinking it's for him, Bakugo asks Izuku for a few days to think his response over. Miscommunication leads to a new type of relationship that neither had ever considered before … or had they?

Incomplete | 12/15CH | Contains Smut

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Just Friends by @mirachadoodles

Summary: Katsuki swallowed and clenched his jaw, trying to collect himself. This was ridiculous. He needed to chill out. There was nothing about this that should bother him. Who gave a shit if Uraraka and Deku got together?

A lump rose to his throat, and he did his best to breathe around it.

Apparently he did.

Complete | 3 Chapters | Third Years

Rated - Teen & Up

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Sweet Brown Sugar by red_emerald

Summary: Sure, Katsuki knew what Deku looked like on a superficial level. Short, stocky, freckled, baby-faced. He’d known Deku since childhood and all of its indignities, and caught casual glimpses of him in the communal showers, but Katsuki never paid any particular attention, because it was just Deku. But then the beach trip happened, and everything changed.

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In which Katsuki falls in love.

Incomplete | 7/? Chapters | Contains Smut

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All My Emotions Feel Like Explosions by Siriusly_Loling

Summary: Katsuki Bakugo’s on a journey of self-discovery where he finally figures out just what Deku truly means to him. And maybe his shitty friends help him along the way.

Incomplete | 4/8 CH | ch 3 has smut

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I've seen the way you look at me by bubblegumbee

Summary: Katsuki might have a huge ass ego that got in the way of things, but he wasn't stupid. He knew he was in love with Deku.

Midoriya Izuku was many things, but he wasn't oblivious. He knew of the ruby eyes that lingered on him a little too long. he knew of the emotion in them too, just like he was sure of the emotions in his.

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Bakugou and Deku are pining idiots who eventually figure their shit out.

Complete | 9 Chapters | SFW

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What I Deserve by @queen-swagzilla

Summary: When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Complete | 8 Chapters | SFW

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Series: Praise Me by DanaEliza

Summary: “Do you think I’m good, Deku?”

“Good at what?” Izuku replied confused, but Katsuki just stared at him, waiting on an answer. “Yeah, I think you’re good."

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Aka Bakugo liked to be praised, and Midoriya likes to please...

One Shots | 4 Works | NSFW

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He Calls You Kacchan by @baylee-doodle

Summary: After Katsuki apologized to Deku, they hadn't really gotten the chance to just exist with each other without some sort of life-threatening, world-saving shit going on.

So Katsuki is picking up where he left off by extending his hand to Deku in an offer to rekindle their friendship, if that’s what Deku wants. Of course, Deku very much wants that, but the degree which Deku wants Katsuki in his life comes as a bigger surprise to Katsuki than anyone thought it would.

Complete | 6 Chapters | Post War AU

Rated - Teen & Up

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Spicy Fucking Sushi by JellyBees

Summary: As he worked himself into a steady rhythm he let out another low grunt and slowly closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of the soft pressure he used as he stroked as well as his fingers running over and collecting the ever-leaking pre. His breath started to get heavier as he chased that climax, the knot in his stomach getting tighter.

Eyes shut tight, brows scrunched together, lips tight in fear, freckles against flushed skin.

Wait, what?

Complete | 10 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

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[jhalya]

little things to keep the darkness at bay - read on AO3

Gift for @coraleethroughthelookingglass, whose prompt inspired this :)