#they're 18

[sysiumblue]

Lidocaine

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 2: Chronic pain Fandom: My Hero Academia Ship: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku, BakuDeku Rating: Explicit (Like what E means. Unless you mean ecstasy, which, fair) Tags: Chronic pain, sex, explicit sex, it's cute and wholesome and warm, Bakugou "looks after" Deku IYKYK, bath time

His bones were stitched together with steel threads. Every morning, the ache began. He’d stretch and groan. The smothered embers of old wounds burned in his joints. Alone in his room, he’d cry. Soft, warm tears would soak his crumpled pillow that was half off the bed. Shoved to the side from the tossing and turning. He’d curse and scream. He was trapped in a body that wouldn’t work. He was ready for a new day. Mentally excited to jump into the training and classes.

But his body…

It wasn’t keeping up.

Katsuki would enter. The familiar footsteps would cross the floor, and pick his limp body from the mattress. They were in their last year now. Adults. But this tradition started years ago. The blonde would carry him to the bath, lay him down in the scalding water, and wash his hair. Soft scrubs. How tenderly he’d reach between his legs to clean the intimate sections. Izuku let out a soft moan. Having his man working him over like that, as the heat soothed his battered body…

Euphoric.

Katsuki thought so too.

The normally explosive blonde wordlessly stripped down, exposing himself. He climbed in behind Izuku and held him. Kissing his temple, hands massaging thighs, fingers…deep inside of him. Before Izuku could fully make sense of the situation, Katsuki gave a solid thrust inside his lover. 

“Fuck…” Izuku moaned, his head rolling back to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. It was a lazy pace. Easy. Both needing close more than release. 

“Shhhh. I’ve got you.” Katsuki whispered. And he did. He always did.

Closer and closer. Izuku couldn’t keep himself quiet. His hands reached up to pull Katsuki’s face to his. He needed more. More taste. More of him. The kiss was the downfall. It was searing. Desperate.

Izuku tumbled over the edge, a guttural moan releasing from his throat as he released. Katsuki wasn’t far behind. Rocking into his lover, he crashed over that edge with a solid “Fuck.” As he grabbed onto Izuku’s hips for dear life.

The two lay like that. Easy. Together. Pressed and held in the bath. The chronic pain is always there. But Katsuki allowing him the pleasure of forgetting to remember it, if only for a moment.

[bitchin-beskar]

Folklore

Rating: M (SMUT!)

Warnings: This is smut between two teenagers, but both of them are 18 in this chapter. They are both consenting adults. There is no penetrative sex, but there is a b.j. It doesn’t come up in this chapter, but if you’re gonna have sex, be responsible, wear a condom. 

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Seriously, this chapter is almost exclusively smut. I’ve known since the beginning that this is what I wanted to write for this song, and I love how it came out. If smut isn’t for you, feel free to skip this chapter, you aren’t missing any major plot points. Basically, this is chapter is an example of what I meant when I wrote “...you can barely stop yourself from dragging him down the hall towards the broom closet the both of you know intimately.” in mirrorball. I hope y’all like this one! 

Tags: @mxndoscyarika, @perropascal, @theocatkov, @cosmicbug379, @cryptkeepersoul

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, either in the comments or an ask!

illicit affairs

The school hallways seemed to stretch on endlessly, giving the impression that you were moving quickly, without actually getting anywhere. You’re hoping that you don’t run into a teacher or a security guard before you get to your destination. 

Heart racing, you see the door of your destination, and you jog the last few steps, looking around quickly before you pull the door open and step into the dark broom closet, shutting the door behind you and locking it without hesitation. 

You barely get a moment to breathe before you’re being crowded back against the door you just locked, hands pressing your wrists against the metal of the door, lips covering yours with a desperate intensity. You let out a quiet noise, equal parts surprise and excitement. You strain slightly against the hands pinning you back, but there’s no give whatsoever. 

It’s only once you’ve nearly run out of breath that his lips release yours, instead trailing biting kisses against your neck. Your head tilts back, a dull thud against the metal door, as you gasp for breath. 

“W–What, what’s the rush, Frankie?” You pant, squirming slightly in place before he pushes his knee between your thighs underneath your skirt, pinning your hips to the door and providing pressure just where you needed it. 

“Missed you,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. “Couldn’t wait.” 

You laugh breathlessly, breaking off into a moan as Frankie releases his grasp on your hands to grip your waist, grinding you down on his knee. “F–Fuck, Frankie,” your hands fly to bury themselves in his hair, dragging his mouth back up to yours. 

There’s something intoxicating about making out with Frankie in a broom closet while you’re both supposed to be in sixth period. The two of you always have trouble finding time together, now that you’re older. Your mother still doesn’t know that the two of you are dating, and you want to keep her in the dark as long as possible.

“W–We, we don’t have a lot of time,” you pant, tearing away from Frankie’s lips for a second, only for him to follow, pressing his lips insistently back to yours. “S–Seriously, Francisco...” you groaned, trailing off as Frankie began to rock you back and forth over his jean-clad thigh faster. 

“Why?” He grunted, mouthing at the bruises already forming on the side of your neck. “You got a hot date or somethin’?” 

You smack his arm weakly, but you’re too breathless to say anything in response, you’ve been wound tight all day, and Frankie keeps winding you tighter and tighter. He shoves your skirt up higher, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties, pressing small, hard circles against you, leaving you a whimpering mess.

It takes only a moment, and suddenly you’re crying out, your release washing over you abruptly, but no less intense than any other time. Frankie’s quick to cover your lips with his, muffling any cries that escape you. He helps you ride out your high against him, moving your hips in small circles, keeping the pressure just right so that instead of coming down completely, you begin to climb again. 

You moan, and you can feel Frankie chuckle against your lips. He’s relentless when he gets like this, wanting to get you off as many times as he can before the two of you have to leave, not knowing when you’re going to have another chance like this. 

You can feel him, hard against your leg, but you’re helpless to do anything about it when he’s pushing you back and forth across his thigh, manipulating you so that you come again quickly. You’re so sensitive, he has no problem getting you off again, and you clutch at his shoulders as he finally lets you come down all the way, removing his thigh from between your legs. 

He presses kisses against your lips, all sweet and innocent, like he didn’t just make you come twice in the school broom closet. You kiss him back for a little bit, but you want to repay the favor, especially because you can feel how hard he still is. 

When you fall to your knees, fumbling with the button on his jeans in the dark, Frankie lets out a low groan, one of his hands bracing agains the door, the other resting gently on your head. You can barely see him in this dim light, but you still look up at him as you get his fly open, freeing him from the confines of his underwear. 

You’ve done this before, and just like Frankie knows the best way to get you off quickly, you know the best ways for him too. You lick a stripe up your palm, wrapping your hand around him as you take his head in your mouth. He lets out another groan, and you can feel the heat rushing straight between your thighs again. Hollowing your cheeks, you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper and deeper each time. Whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you pump with your hand, and Frankie’s fingers tighten in your hair. 

Twirling your tongue around him, you suck lightly as you grip his thigh, bracing yourself against him as he begins to lose control. You love it when he does, because he’s always so afraid of hurting you, but you’re not fragile, not by a long shot, and if Frankie pulls your hair just hard enough that it hurts a little, you’re not going to complain. 

It doesn’t take long for Frankie to come, it never does when you’re on your knees for him. You’d heard some of the other girls in the locker rooms talking about how degrading it was, giving a guy a blow job, but for you, it’s one of the most empowering things in the world. You never feel more powerful than you do when Frankie’s twitching in your mouth and you’re on your knees bringing him to completion. 

You swallow around him with ease, not letting a single drop escape as Frankie spills into your mouth and down your throat. He’s breathing heavily through his nose, and you can see that he’s biting into his fist, trying to stifle any noise. He pulls you up, kissing you hard, not caring that he can still taste himself on your tongue. 

“You know you don’t have to do that for me,” he whispers, and it’s the same thing he always tells you every time. 

“I know,” you say, smirking. “But I like it.”

He moans, kissing you hard, pulling you tight against him when the two of you are startled by the bell ringing. He looks down at you guiltily, an apology on his lips.

“God, I’m going to ruin your reputation, princesa,” he mutters.

You grin. “You’ll ruin more than just my reputation, Morales.” 

***

“And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times.”

[pewishforships]

@kymerasy

Nope. This specific person is 18. A young adult. Can you imagine having to ask this from your peers at high school?

[hildahuffle]

do people under the age of 22 actually talk about marriage as much as wangxian in fics do 

[spaceprincesses]

IM SCREAMING SOMEONE UNIRONICALLY CALLED SH/INIGAMI "S/HINIGAMI-CHAN" THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS

[mihaelkeehl]

"Sh-shit are you sure you've never haah done this?" Matt stuttered out as his fingers wound tighter in Mello's dirty blonde locks, trying to block out the lewd wet noises coming from his mouth. Mello pulled off Matt for a moment, tongue tracing along the underside of Matt's dick and swirling around the head to lap up the beads of precum that oozed there.

"I'm sure." Mello replied, smirking as Matt shuddered, the warm breath hitting his wet skin cooling it instantly. "Now what don't we do in school time?" Mello murmured taking Matt back into his mouth and swallowing him down quickly, enjoying the loud keen which echoed in the toilet cubicle.

"S-smoke." Matt choked out, thighs shaking as Mello relaxed his throat to ease more of him in for a moment before pulling back off again.

"Good boy." Mello purred as he pressed sloppy kisses down his cock, using his hand to stroke him until Matt let out a loud moan and strings of cum covered his hand, some landing on his cheek and on Matt's thighs.

"Let's remember that for next time shall we?" Matt slumped back, face red and breathing hard.

"Yes Mello."

Mello wiped his hand on some tissue throwing it back into Matt's lap. "That's head boy Mello to you."

[storiesandsarcasm]

Ok but it's pretty weird when two people that you were friends with when you were younger are engaged and I'm just sitting over here like haha I don't even have a boyfriend

[earthen-angel]

Everyone on my facebook acts like they have their shit together like omg! I go to the gym in the morning. omg! i've worked 3 jobs for 4 years :))). omg! I'm having a baby. omg! I'm getting married.