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[mudhamster]

WBWNS: 4. December - Mint

Asking Izuku for three days in a row for a word that started with a certain letter would get boring too quickly. Besides, he had to avoid patterns as long as possible, otherwise Izuku would figure out too soon that he had a mission: to make him go out with him.

“Got any plans for the evening?”

“Me?”

They left the hero agency together and instantly the cold night took their breath away in white clouds from their lips. It hadn't snowed yet, but from the way the air smelled and the cold took possession of the streets, it wouldn't be long. A breeze carried the scent of roasted almonds to them and he heard Izuku openly sniffing the air.

Katsuki, barely averting an eye roll, pushed his hands into his pockets and frowned.

“No, Deku, your mom.”

“My m-mom-?”

“‘Course not, idiot. You didn't eat lunch, so … wanna grab somethin’ to eat?”

He looked down at the few centimetres between them, saw how Izuku's mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as he tried to remember. Did he eat so rarely that he-?

“Oh, actually I did! I had some soba with Shouto after break. He came in late,”Izuku explained, rubbing his hands a little uncertainly, “But anyway, I still don't have any other plans now. We could go downtown, to the Christmas market? And get some snacks?”

It was such an unexpectedly brilliant idea that Katsuki was momentarily overwhelmed by the possibilities of how he would react to it, because his letter was M today and, by God, it had only caused him trouble all day.

“For some mulled wine?” he finally asked, patting himself smugly on both shoulders and taking the first step towards the city centre, in the opposite direction to their apartment.

Izuku giggled, glancing at his empty arm for less than a split second, then he caught up with him, “Or hot chocolate?”

“With marshmallows?”

Izuku narrowed his eyes suspiciously, scanning his face for a clue as to why he was offering all this, because “you hate sweet things like mulled wine or marshmallows.”

Which, of course, the nerd was absolutely right about. However, he hadn't found an elegant solution for today's letter yet, being too uncreative to meaningfully combine ‘magic’ or ‘music’ (not to mention his final boss: mistletoe - way too early, way too much) without doing something stupid, atypical or cheesy like... like dragging Deku to the theatre – he paused on the pavement.

“Kacchan?”

He stared at the guy next to him, heard himself ask “do you like going to the theatre”, and read unabashed irritation and amazement on his face again before the nerd dared to start giggling.

“What's wrong with you? Did you get an undercover team-building assignment? Do you have a bet? If so, just tell me so we can split the stake.”

Katsuki still stared at him.

“Would you or wouldn't you go to a damn theatre with me?”

Izuku's laughter got a bit more strained and then disappeared after an awkward cough. He rubbed the tip of his nose and mumbled, “I would”.

Katsuki bit his lip internally, took out his phone and yes, for heaven's sake, opened his notes app because he was (unfortunately) no superhuman and the information trickling between them on the floor were too fucking precious for later, so he wrote it down, and –

”What are you doing?“

“Did you upload an extra package of Wh-questions to your brain at the beginning of the month?” He tapped his index finger on Deku’s forehead, and he gasped in offended surprise, ”if you know what's good for you, you'll shut up for a second – oy!”

Izuku had tiptoed to a unseen spot and was peeking at his phone.

“You're not ordering any tickets.”

“So!? I asked you if you would, not if you want to –“

“You also asked if I had plans today!”

Katsuki let the phone drop, perplexed by the direction their conversation was taking. Deku would have gone to the theatre with him, as spontaneously as only the two of them would set something like this up. But it’s not supposed to work that way.

“Do you expect me to buy something immediately after you say yes to it?”

“That's precisely why we have an air fryer, a multifunctional vacuum cleaner and 10 yoga mats of different thicknesses at home, darling.”

The pet name derailed his brain. He still vaguely saw the plan to just drink a crappy mulled wine with Deku and then go home – but the plan was dangerously close to the edge of impossibility. Because Deku was standing in front of him, his gloved fists on his hips, looking at him like the smartass he was. He bared his teeth provocatively.

Katsuki did the same, his neck twitching from the feeling of being caught and his gums pounding because he wanted to sink his teeth into Izuku's knowing grin.

Damn it.

He took a deep breath, looked over his shoulder as if he were considering something, then licked his gums.

“Not today, okay?”

Izuku's body tension seemed to deflate like a balloon that had been rolled too close to the fireplace.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to—"

“Shut it. I didn't tell you to shove the idea in your deepest, most sinful—"

“Oh my god, Kacchan! What are you even trying to-?”

“Deku, god damn it,” he grabbed him by the upper arms and leaned down as close to him as he could, “shut. your. mouth. Please.”

His gaze seemed so intense that Izuku turned his head away, mumbling something under his breath, cheeks aflame, revealing his blushing neck in the process too. Katsuki let go of him, tightened the patheticly frayed scarf around his neck to protect his freckles from freezing, and shuddered. God. Too much tension for a goddamn stroll in the open.

“So,” he grumbled, “Rewind, and repeat: mulled wine?”

“Hot chocolate?”

Katsuki wanted to object outright, but then he remembered the course of their conversation, “Marshmallows?”

“Mint or hazelnut?”

“For your chocolate?”

Izuku stuck out his chin and explained, “Yep. Now we've come to the point where I've been asking you how long you've liked sweet things, so I figured-”

“Okay, okay, let's skip that,” Katsuki interrupted him, and (obviously) decided on M for, “mint.”

“The letter is M.”

Katsuki stopped in confusion for the umpteenth time tonight and Izuku's grin couldn't have been wider as he looked up at him, “I really don't know why you're doing this, or how you came up with that, but...” the cold had nibbled at his round cheeks, making them the colour of freshly cut cherries. Katsuki wanted to bite into them, too.

“But?”

“I like it.”

[szif]

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[woodsteingirl]

[heavinlyseoul]

been on a Jurassic Park marathon thanks to Netflix. I can't believe this my first time watching them in all my 22 years on earth

[vampyriclykoi]

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[kazuhasbunny]

little something I'm thinking about expanding on and posting on my account because I think it's rlly hot whew-

Corruption kink Childe with a fem virgin reader

As soon as you told him that you had never been touched sexually, his mind was reeling. You were so pure and shy and he needed to destroy every trace of it or he was sure he would die. He was going to be the first man to make you cum. Leaving every other guy who's ever thought about you jealous that he's the one that gets to take your innocence. When he finally takes you home, he sees how reactive and sensitive you are to his every touch, and he's so turned on he can't take it. You whisper to him that you're nervous after feeling his fingers ghosting over the wet spot on your panties. He coos at you that he'll be gentle and just to relax. He pushes the fabric aside and hears your breath hitch as he runs his fingers through your arousal.

"God, you're wet. I bet you've been wanting this for a while."

After taking his time to prepare his baby girl for his fat cock, he pushes you down and spreads your legs. He runs his fingers comfortingly over your thighs before taking himself out of his boxers. He sees your eyes widen at his size and it takes everything in him to not slam himself into you right then. So fucking cute, how you've never seen a cock before so close, let alone one so big. He loves it, he can't get enough of it. He begins pushing into you and watches intently as you tear up and squirm from the burning stretch. A sadistic grin spreads on his face as he sheaths himself fully inside you. You were his now. He owned you.

-💕

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childe would love .. to corrupt someone so innocent .. wbwns help this makes me so horn knee.,.,, ur first time and ur greeted with such huge cock and u expect THAT to be in you??? hmmdh... he loves the sounds and expressions u make too <33 such lovely whines and gasps leaving you , face wide when u saw his cock . eyes clenched when he's fully sheathed , lips slightly apart . fuck , and you're his first too . he's gonna show you how good it feels and turn you into a little whore <3

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[panphobe-moved]

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[askdrunkbillcipher]

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It feels good to have my memories back after all this time. I had a horrible Bill shaped hole missing that has now been filled once again.

@theburningeyeofdawn I'm not happy with you. I can't believe you would betray my trust in such a way. You have a lot of explaining to do.

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[mudhamster]

WBWNS: 11. December - [ ]

"Hey Kacchan," Deku's knee fell against his and he dropped his book to look over at him. It was raining heavily outside, the apartment was in the dark of the cloudy afternoon sky and only the small lamp was on to give Katsuki enough light to read. On the other side of the room, the TV was flickering at a very low volume.

"How are we going to do Christmas this year?"

"As usual," was on the tip of his tongue. That would mean they would exchange gifts early on the morning of December 24th and then head over to their parents' house. From there, they would go their separate ways until the first days of the new year.

"Why d'you ask?"

"Shouto asked if I would visit him over the holidays."

His reaction was a mean impulse he would probably never get rid of, "oh yuck," he wrinkled his nose, "don't let me get in your way."

If Deku preferred to cuddle up with Scarface instead of hoping that he would invite him to the Bakugou household for the first time, then so be it. Deku studied him for a long time, then shrugged and turned the TV back on. Hm. 

Katsuki kicked the thought around in his head and finally grabbed his cell phone. He could text Todoroki to deal with his non-existent family drama without Deku, or he could ask his parents if it would be okay to invite him over for one of the days after Christmas. 

He decided to do both. 

Not a minute moment later, Deku's phone buzzed, then suddenly, green-flaming, angry eyes grilled him to medium-rare. Todoroki was indeed very fast. 

"What did you tell him?!!"

Another phone pinged, this time the one in his hand, and he saw a thumbs up emoji on his question in the family chat. 

"Told him you were with me."

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[mudhamster]

WBWNS: 10. December - Embrace

The nerd had flown through the shops like a little green bee in search of the perfect flower. Katsuki had trailed behind. He only owned clothes that were pristine, far beyond the optical standard, so he didn't have to bother looking for himself. Izuku, on the other hand, cherished and cared for his worn-out collection of clothes, the oldest piece being a worn-out, ass-brown sweater from their high school days. Disgusting.  Yesterday, Izuku had finally bought a cute, dark green turtleneck, while Katsuki had deposited the rest of the clothes that Deku had tried on at four different shops in order to pick them up today, one day later. Maybe as a Christmas present. Maybe as a nice gesture. Maybe just because.  Yesterday's ballet had been a very special combination of cringe-fest and amazement at the flexibility of the human body. Equally more and less than what he’d expected. And even though he hadn't really felt comfortable, he had stayed until the end for the nerd.  "D'you need another bag?" a soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts.  "Nah," he shoved two more shirts into the bag on his wrist, which was already quite heavy, and the cashier smiled as she handed him the receipt. "Goodbye!"

With a nod, he left the store and stepped onto the puddle-covered street. It was drizzling. Not enough to use an umbrella, but enough to be annoying. Katsuki flipped up his collar against the wind and put on his cap, then started to walk home. He could have taken the train or the bus. But he needed time to think. 

Ten days into his plan to woo Deku out of his socks had made a few things clear to him. 

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[mudhamster]

WBWNS: 8. December - Idiot

“What is it today?”

“Don't be a pain in the ass.”

“Come on, Kacchan,” Deku's face popped up over the back of their shared couch as Katsuki strode through their living room to water their flowers, ”give my brain something to chew on. A? B? C?”

“No,” he grumbled back, still annoyed from yesterday, rubbing his big toe over a cold wax stain on the floor, ”turn away or make yourself useful and scrape that crap up off my floor.”

Deku slid off the couch and inspected the stain.

“I don't understand why you're suddenly being so secretive,” he said, scraping the wax off the wooden floor and closing it in his fist, ”I'd be anything you want me to be.”

Katsuki almost dropped the watering can.

“Do you actually listen to yourself?”

“Sure,” Deku sounded completely sincere and not at all as cheesy as Katsuki did when he convinced himself in the shower or while jogging that what he was doing was okay. That it wasn't a plan doomed to fail from the outset.

“It's ‘be my’ so far, isn't it? I'd probably even be your Cindy-Lou Who if you had to play the Grinch again at some charitable Christmas party.”

Katsuki put down the watering can and pressed his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, groaning, “You're my demise. My goddamn demise, Deku.”

“Anything you want, Katschan.”

He tried to pin him down with red, meaningful eyes, but the nerd had built up an immune layer that Katsuki underestimated. He strode confidently out of the living room, smirking, and Katsuki licked his gums dramatically.

His gaze fell on Deku's shabby scarf, then he looked out the window.

“It's I,“ he said, pulling out his cell phone.

Green curls appeared at the kitchen door, "Excuse me?”

"Put some clothes on, idiot. We're goin’ out."

“Oh, where are we going?”

“Ice skating."

“Whooaaa! My first time this year!”

“If you get hurt, it'll definitely be your last.”

“You could steady me.”

“By taking your hand?” Katsuki ignored the tingle on his cheeks. It was supposed to sound sarcastic. But it sounded anything but that.

Izuku smiled as he wrapped his rag of a scarf around his neck and Katsuki handed him his gloves.

“Okay.”

[mudhamster]

WBWNS: 3. December - [ ]

Deku welcomed him with wide, dark eyes at the small oak table in their kitchen. It was still pitch-black outside, just like yesterday, and the rest of their flat lay in darkness. Next to Deku's large and scarred hand lay the newspaper, opened to the page with the crossword puzzle. Tch.

He was making it far too easy for him.

“Go on,” he instructed quietly, “read me one.”

“Really?’

“Don't make me rethink this.”

He strode across the kitchen, grabbed a cup of black coffee and leaned against the worktop while the other at the table combed through the small grid with his knees bouncing under the table. Deku's shoulders were hunched, his thick hood billowed around his neck and he unconsciously nibbled on his thumbnail. Katsuki casually checked the level of the coffee pot. Deku must have been awake for at least an hour. He switched on the kettle with the flick of one finger.

“How long have you been awake?”

“It dupes other birdies into raising its young,” Deku read instead of answering his question.

“Deku,” Katsuki snarled threateningly as he tossed a tea bag into a fresh cup.

“Wrong. 6 letters.”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes and Izuku continued, “starts with C, ah!! A cuckoo!!!”

Blonde eyebrows furrowed, “say that again”

“Cuckoo”

”Again,” he demanded, “double.”

The water had finished boiling and Deku obeyed him as always.

“Cuckoo, cuckoo. Why?”

“Because it sounds hella stupid, Deku. And it lifts my spirits,” Katsuki replied, swapping Izuku's coffee cup for the fresh tea unnoticed and then taking a seat at the table.

Izuku looked up from the newspaper and their eyes met. 

After an unusually long inhale, Deku slowly opened his lips, took a breath, and then said “Cuckoo” again and Katsuki chuckled into his cup in surprise. 

There was no letter today, but the nerd didn't seem to give it another thought either.