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ananayellow · 5 months
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Fiufiu
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snowzing1 · 9 months
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Monthly Ship four
Ochako x Kachan or Bakugo or whatever you wanna call him
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She do the funny float
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boomxyzu · 2 years
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He Surprised her one day in a clean sea
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I know nobody cares about my art but I'm seriously proud of my progress!
This is a redraw of a lil comic I drew for a kacchako week prompt: fake dating c:
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Even in the redraw, theres a couple month's difference between the 1st and 2nd page. I feel like you can see the art improvement the most in the way I drew Bakugo uwu
This is the old one that I drew almost 4 years ago now!
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kingofheartss · 1 year
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Fantasy Kachako moodboards!
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mellyfoxxiesblog · 10 months
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More from Au Hybrids, but now Ochako on the side of the Bakugo.
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ruuinxs · 4 months
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kacchako except it’s just katsu going “this is my wife ochako” and ochako going “this is my wife katsuki”
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eetonmess · 5 months
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Something there that wasn’t there before
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fakegingerrights · 9 months
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Hey remember when I ask about the cyberpunk gladiator story?
I got distracted. What would yall think of a hockey x figureskater where the hockey player is a girl?
This was originally a katchako fic idea but a friend pointed out that it would work as an original too so. And yes I’m aware I don’t really post MHA stuff so. Anyways.
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malaphore · 2 years
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For never was a ship art drawn fast of more woe
Than this of Katsuki and his Ochako.
But seriously, I have never drawn a ship faster. Been obsessed with them for the past two weeks, magnified by  #superevey ‘s Kacchako comics, and a couple of (90+) fanfics. No flame please!
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sadl1zard · 1 year
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Here’s an Uravity aka my fav
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boomxyzu · 2 years
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A pleasure day .
Full and uncensored pic in https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/100725208
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blueteehood · 1 year
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For the sake of that name
Would you look at that. It only took me TWO YEARS, but I finished writing a fic. Wait, I wrote this for 2019's kachako week so.... Oh no.
Anyways, I don't even remember how to write romance but I made an effort for you guys. The end of my soulmate AU is here. Enjoy!
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mementomoriifics · 2 years
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The Barbarian and his Queen
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Switch: The Other Side Pt 5
It’s me! I’m back! I went on vacation to Jamaica and honestly didn’t want to come back and when I did come back, I didn’t feel like writing. Anyhoo I’m back with the smut and tiny itty bitty bit of fluff for you guys. If you’re still reading my work, thanks for the support and please don’t be afraid to leave feedback. I’m writing to practice and I would love the notes. And of course as always, I barely proofread :D
Masterlist is here!
Synopsis: Katsuki tells Ochaco how he feels and she doesn’t know how to feel about it.
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, drunkish sex (they have a couple drinks), cheating, language (probably), bdsm themes (Ochaco gets tied up and blindfolded, they use stoplight words), bit of angst 
A week before the party
"This is one of my biggest fantasies, doll." Katsuki gave her a smirk that she couldn't see punctuated by him tightening the tie around her wrists. "You're spoiling me."
She only whimpered. She couldn't see at all. She agreed to be blindfolded. He had her on her knees, ass up, her chest pressed to the bed and he was tying her wrists up and to the thick wooden headboard. She resisted the urge to fidget. If he saw the smallest of movements, he'd slap her ass harder than usual.
"Mmm," he hummed as his hands slid over her hips. She could tell he still wasn't on the bed and it was killing her. Why wouldn't he just fuck her? They were in his house, in a guest bedroom that was rarely ever used. She was nervous thinking Kami could come home any minute even though she was visiting family out of town. "Katsuki," she whined before she could stop herself.
He sounded amused when he answered. "Yes, princess?"
"Hurry up…"
"I'm sorry, did you just rush me?" He gave her a tap on the ass, a warning.
She bit her lip, considering her answer.
"Answer me," he demanded after a moment of silence.
"Yes, I did. I'm nervous."
He gave her the slap she was expecting. "You need a lesson in trusting me and that's exactly what this is gonna be," he moved away from her and she could hear him shuffling around. She started getting nervous. She didn't realize she was tensing up until he spoke again. "Relax, princess, I won't hurt you. This is all about making us both feel good." She felt the bed dip with his weight and he was running his hands over the sides of her thighs. He curled his hands around the fronts of her thighs and was pulling them even farther apart. Then she felt his tongue start at her clit and drag up towards her ass cheeks. Her hips twitched in response and the moan that fell out of her mouth was out of her control, loud and needy.
He hummed, doing it again and again. She kept twitching, feeling so sensitive with nothing but that feeling to hold on to. Her fingers clenched the sheets as he wrapped his hands around her legs. She should have known things would get more intense. He was shaking his head, moving his tongue faster and it wasn't long before she was whining, keening.
"Holy shit," she whispered as she stilled. It was like the calm before the storm, before she was falling apart. Quickly after, she was shaking and convulsing against his face. He wouldn't stop even when she started whining again. She squirmed in an attempt to get away and he moved away from her, leaving another stinging slap on her ass. He didn't say a word as he moved back behind her. She could feel his condom-covered cock rubbing up against her entrance. He entered her swiftly, pushing in deep.
He grunted. "You just love holding me so tight, don't you?" He took his time sliding back out and sliding back in, groaning as he went. He was moving so impossibly slow, she started feeling tingles down her back. She felt so full, so complete. She felt his hands move around as he continued his strokes, one slid to her clit, the other gripping her ass cheek tight.
"Oh God," she whispered. She was so sensitive.
"Mmm," he pushed faster, circled faster, starting to slam into her the way he knew she liked.
She felt his chest cover her back and his lips nibbled on her ear. Her back arched into him as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. "Green, doll?"
She nodded but that wasn't enough.
"Gotta hear you," he mumbled.
She found her voice. "It's green, I'm green, I fucking love it, oh my God," her words were rushed and harsh.
She could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. "Tell me who it belongs to."
Her voice caught in her throat again, her orgasm suddenly barreling towards her. He leaned back and pushed her down, her chest flat against the bed. He pounded into her and she felt as if all sense had left her. She was a babbling mess. She could only comprehensively utter his name.
"Say it again. Tell me who's the only person that makes you feel this way," he was gripping onto her tight and she knew they were both close.
"Katsuki!" She moaned, giving way to her delirium.
"Fuck, babe!" He bucked wildly, losing control and rhythm.
After he untied her and made sure she was okay, they collapsed next to each other to recover. "Was I right or was I right?" He quipped.
She rolled her eyes to him. "What are you talking about now?"
"You trusted me to make you feel good and I did, didn't I?" This wasn't new for her. Since they'd been sleeping together he was prone to having his cocky moments. He wasn't wrong. He made her come on a regular basis. She liked to challenge it though, bruise his ego a bit. "And I told you I'd make you scream my name," he went on.
"Okay, I don't think I was screaming."
"Either way, you were loud." He folded his arms up under his head. "I think you should just admit it."
"Admit what?"
"That I own your body," the cocky half grin on his face made her laugh.
"No fucking way."
"Seriously?" He sat up and leaned on his elbow facing her. "I know exactly how to make you come, doll."
"So what? That doesn't mean you suddenly own me. You do still have a wife by the way."
"In name only at this point," he huffed, getting somewhat serious.
That made her pause for a bit. "You're not…sleeping with Kami still?"
"Why would I?" He asked as if it was obvious. "You've been giving me what I want."
"Yeah but…" she couldn't explain what that thought did to her. To know she was the only one he was sleeping with while he was also the only person she'd been with in awhile was…satisfying.
"But nothing," he said when she trailed off. "I wasn't kidding earlier about you spoiling me. I know I spoil you too. But I just want to hear you say it," he grinned and it still surprised her to see him so amused. Still as she thought about it, she considered how fucked up their situation truly was.
"Katsuki, I'm not telling you that," she said with a smile on her face but he didn't think it was funny.
"You think you're still in love with him?"
His words stung like a sudden slap to the face. He was glowering at her and she couldn't understand the mood change.
"Katsuki, he's my husband."
He sat up and leaned even farther over her. "And yet you're here, asking me to give you everything he can't."
Though she was laying beneath him, she did everything she could not to shrink. "This…thing we've got, is just good sexual chemistry. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't mean suddenly my body belongs to you. I don't know what the hell your problem is but you need to get real." Before he could think of kicking her out she moved from beneath him and off the bed to start gathering her things.
"I am being real," he told her from where he lay. "Regardless of what you think is going on in your life, as far as I'm concerned, what we're doing, is the most real honest thing about it."
She scoffed as she made her way out of the room. He didn't follow after her, she didn't think he would. It wasn't really his style but somehow it didn't hurt any less.
           XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxParty NightxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
Katsuki nursed his second glass of champagne, still caught between trying to take care of his body and trying to ignore his feelings. The party turned out well. The decorations looked great. Plenty of important people and heroes showed. The food was good. All his work leading up to this night was paying off. Still, he felt kind of like shit. Not really in a party mood. When Kaminari approached him to congratulate him, he had given up on the happy facade he was using for the party.
"This shindig is amazing, Bakubro!"
"Thanks, Denki." His response was low-key and unexpected. It prompted Kaminari to look closer at his friend. "You alright? You know this party is a huge success. You should be having fun."
He laughed once humorlessly through his nose. "Yeah, yeah."
What's going on?" Kaminari asked seriously.
Katsuki swirled his champagne around and side-eyed him. "I'm a shit husband," he said absently.
"What do you mean?" The electric hero leaned in, hushing his voice.
Katsuki took a sip. "I've been having an affair. And I think I feel worse that I might've ruined it more than I do for having it."
"Wait, Bakubro, why-"
"Katsuki, I want to go home." He turned and Kami was standing next to him. He didn't know if she'd heard him but he wasn't in the mood to deal with it either way. "I'll get the valet to get the car." He waited, wanting to finish his drink.
She gave him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "No, no. You should stay. After all, you are number three. A lot of this is thanks to you." She kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
"Holy shit, did she hear you?" Kaminari was checking over his shoulder as if Kami might come back.
"No clue." He grew tired of conversing with Kaminari. He stepped away to go and find the bar. He had finished a scotch by the time Ochaco found him.
She gave him no greeting when she approached. A quick sidelong glance let him see that she was in a hot pink mermaid evening gown complete with ruffles. He shook his head slightly thinking of how her and Deku were fashion disasters. "My husband is taking your wife home," she slurred a bit and Katsuki looked full on at her. "Why aren't you taking your wife home?" She wanted to know.
"She told me to stay," he shrugged. She rolled her eyes.
"Well now who's taking me home?"
"You can wait for him."
"This is all your fault."
His eyebrows crashed together. "I didn't do anything."
"You should have taken her!"
He knew she'd had a drink or two. He knew he shouldn't stoop to her drunken level but it was probably the couple of drinks he had in him too that made him answer the way he did. "Maybe you should actually show an interest in your husband and he might be here ready to take your whiny ass home."
Her mouth fell open and she audibly gasped. She faced him full on and pulled on his arm to tug him closer. "How dare you?"
"Well how fucking dare you?" He hissed. "You don't get to berate me for being a bad husband and not chauffeur-ing my wife when your husband doesn't care to stick around you to begin with."
She gasped again, this time quietly. She looked like she might cry and it made his resolve crack. He sighed. "That's probably not true-"
"You're an asshole," she spoke over him. He fully expected a drink thrown at him but instead she turned on her heel and walked off. He let out a noise of frustration. Maybe he was an asshole. He followed behind her as she sashayed down an empty hall as quickly as she could manage in her matching hot pink heels.
"Ochaco, wait," he begged. She wouldn't stop but he caught up to her easily. He grabbed her wrist and she tugged away, turning to face him in the process. Her eyes looked teary but he couldn't tell in the dimly lit hall.
"It's not fair," her voice cracked and he thought he heard his heart crack for her at the same time. Before he could ask, she continued. "Why would he leave me here? With you?" He rolled his eyes. Okay that was dramatic and kind of offensive.
"You're not stranded. There's plenty of people here who can take you anywhere you'd want to go. If you hate me that much I'll just let you find someone else." He stuck out a thumb over his shoulder. He gave her a weak shrug as he waited for her to say something, anything. The longer the silence dragged, the more drained he felt. He liked her company. And he wished she did too. He turned to leave and he was a few steps away when she finally spoke.
"Why do you want me to belong to you?" Her voice was quiet, wobbly and he clenched his fists and eyes shut before he turned back to her.
He released all the tension from his muscles and walked back her way. "As far as I'm concerned, your body is already mine. I just want you to say it."
"Yeah but why? Why does it matter?"
"Because I'd know I'm not alone," he clenched his jaw. That felt like…too much. Too much to say, to reveal, but he was too intoxicated to care.
She was staring at him in surprise, her glassy eyes wide. "I…own your body." It wasn't really a question but it was uncertain.
He shrugged, looking away from her. "I think of no one else sexually now." With another pregnant pause between them, he grew embarrassed. "It's not really a big deal."
She shuffled forward, nearly tripping to get to him. He steadied her, his face pinched.
She leaned forward again, this time with her own momentum and they were kissing. He couldn’t change the look on his face that displayed his utter confusion when he leaned away from her.
“Take me,” she whispered to him.
He scoffed. “You’re drunk. Did you forget where we are?”
“Tipsy. And have you forgotten how long it’s been since the last time we had sex?”
He snorted. “It’s only been a week, you addict. Plus, you hated me last week for all this.”
She got all glassy and sniffly again. “Deku will never see me like you do.”
He secretly hoped she’d remember she said that. “And how do I see you?”
She bit her lip and dragged a finger down the plane of his neck to the open top button of his shirt. “As the sexy owner of your body.”
That made him smirk and they were kissing again. He didn’t know who moved first. Didn’t know whether he was pushing her or if she was pulling him into the empty dark room off to the side but they barely made their way in before clothes started to come off. His tie was gone, she had stepped out of her shoes, his jacket was forgotten somewhere. The room was completely empty but neither of them seemed to care as he laid her down on the carpet. Their movements were sloppy, hands slow, but eventually he found his way under her dress and into her with ease. It was always easy with her. He tried to get her to stop moaning at the top of her lungs but it was no use. So he kissed her again and again. He only stopped to watch her reach her peak and shake around him. His own finish caught him off guard as he stared at her sparkling dark eyes and pink cheeks. He nearly forgot himself and pulled out quickly, shooting onto her dress. He panted out an apology, mortified.
She smiled big and laughed quietly to his surprise. "It's okay. Really, it's okay. Nothing could ruin this for me right now."
Something felt warm in the pit of his stomach and it prompted him to kiss her again. "Let's get you home."
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