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his face. He sat on the stairs. At his feet, lay a pale body that was much too still. --- TBC ko-fi.com/zeropath

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Eyes wide, mouth agape, and stomach dropping to his feet. He wasn't seeing what he was seeing. Couldn't be. “Kacchan!” Deku gasped out around a wet sob. “I-I don't—I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, cutting a clean line through the blood smeared across the lower half of

Deku was certain to downplay how he did, but Katsuki planned to knock that forced humility out of him! His hero journey was just about to begin. Deku would be at his side each step of the way. They would be unstoppable! Yet he froze the moment he shut the door behind him.

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Giant robots, the number he murdered—even that chubby cheeked girl he saved from getting crushed. He couldn't wait to see that starry look in Deku's eyes as he would describe kicking the head off a robot's shoulders. In turn he planned to grill the nerd on his own exams.

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His muscles screamed with the pleasant burn from going all out. He knows he aced the entrance exam, certain to have even gotten bonus points for the first aid trick question. His blood still pumped hard, he wanted to be home already to tell Deku all about the practical portion.

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Having successfully flustered his nerd, Katuski gave a small wave goodbye. He pulled up his hood against the chilled morning air. He was determined to come back with news to make Deku proud. /**/ Katsuki struggled to put one foot in front of the other.

tongue across the nerd's lips. They parted on queue. Deku moaned as Katsuki rolled his tongue deep. He pulled back from spit soaked lips, and gave one last tiny peck. “Knock 'em dead nerd.” “You-you too Kacchan!” He answered breathlessly, a tiny bit of pink high on his cheekbones.

now sported thin scars rather than obvious damage. A soft pink flooded his face. He played with his fingers a moment and mumbled out, “...a-a good luck kiss?” Katsuki smirked and lifted Deku's chin up. “You don't need good luck.” He touched their lips together a few times before swiping his

“Just stay calm.” The other boy nodded along, “I read the practicals can be pretty brutal. Stay safe today Kacchan!” “Of course! Who the hell do you think I am?” He chomped down on one of those plump cheeks. “You need a top up?” The night before Deku had sucked the life out of him, and his wrists

However, that came with security measures in the form of a single use laptop and monitoring to make sure no cheating occurred. They could only hope that whoever proctored Deku's exam didn't recognize him. “You're smart as shit, they'd be stupid not to pass you.” Katsuki reassured him.

While Katsuki would set foot on the fabled UA in just an hour, Deku would be taking his exam via computer. He'd managed to massage things enough in the documentation to show it'd be too dangerous for him to take the exam on site.

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morning. His blood was already pumping, raring to go for the challenge ahead. “I'm a-a bit nervous. I don't have a practical since I'm applying to General, but they require the web cam on the entire time. I have to show my face...” It was the day of the entrance exams.

He eventually mumbled out, “Maybe we should have put blood on one, and semen on the other to see if they repaired at different rates.” He ruffled the nerd's hair. “Too late now.” “Hmm, maybe next time.” “There ain't gonna be a fucking 'next time'!” /**/ “Are you ready nerd?” Katsuki asked that

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I wonder if blood has a different impact than semen on such things.” “We ain't testing that now nerd.” Katsuki grumbled and pulled him out of the workshop. “C'mon, we both stink. Let's take a bath.” He received no response. Deku was focused on his wrists, holding them in front of his eyes.

“I can feel my finger tips again! Amazing!” Katsuki fell back with a sigh of relief. He's glad that worked. He didn't want the nerd's hands to rot off. “Looks like a single application isn't enough.” “Hmm, yeah but they're definitely stuck on now.

Katsuki subconsciously held his breath in the moment. The angry red edges of the cuts and sutures faded to a light pink. The cuts didn't close completely, but what looked like a week's worth of healing happened in mere moments. “Wow!” Deku cried out and twisted his hands this way and that.

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Katsuki smeared the spunk around Deku's wrists, carefully rubbing it into the new suture line. “Feel anything?” “Huh? Oh! Umm...” Deku's face did that stupid cute thing, nose wrinkling as he concentrated. “It's...it's tingling.” They both watched his wrists with laser focus.

managed to pant out. He grimaced in disgust as he spread the cooling cum between his palms. Deku stretched out his hands obediently and he couldn't help but shiver regarding the control he had in the moment.

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around the digit in his mouth. Katsuki couldn't help but spill over the moment Deku's face melted into one of pure pleading. He barely had the place of mind to catch his spend in his hand. Deku gave a little sigh of disappointment when he'd yanked his hand away. “Hold out your hands.” Katsuki

Deku's eyes took on that hazy look, possibly scenting Katsuki's pre-cum on the air. He whined a bit when the blond sped up the strokes on his cock. His finger had long stopped bleeding but Deku kept sucking, likely knowing how much it revved Katsuki up at that point. “Mmf, Kacchan!” He mumbled out

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A blow job would be nice, but he kept enough of his mind to remember one of the tests Deku suggested—direct application to wounds. Katsuki had shot it down at the time because he didn't want the nerd to be injured. There was nothing wrong with taking advantage of the situation.

The rest of the blood in his system rushed south—Deku's got him pavloved by that point. He fished his erection out to stroke in time with the movement of the wriggling tongue.

“Kacchan?” The soft voice brought him back to reality. He shook his head and shoved his finger into Deku's mouth with little fanfare. “Don't do that shit again.” He demanded lowly. If Deku responded, he didn't hear it. His tongue danced around Katsuki's finger, lapping up every bit of blood.

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prostate on each pass. “Ahn! St—nngh! No! Ah!” Izuku was desperate for it to stop. He struggled to call out, “Please! Oh go—nng! I'll do—ungh, ungh—what you-you say!” --- TBC Thank you for joining my voidlings! ko-fi.com/zeropath

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Again and again, as though he intended to kill the smaller man that way. The handle smacked hard against the bruises already blooming on Izuku's skin. He screamed as it bullied his insides, feeling as though his guts were being torn through while at the same time the twisting rod slid across his

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He slid a hand around to Izuku's front, fondling the limp member there. Horribly, it started to fill out from the attention. “You need to do time for your crimes. I'm just turning you into a model citizen.” He slammed the baton in harder and faster.

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He kept the crawling pace going, torturing him with the alien sensation. “That's it. Take it! Gonna open you up nice and good.” Izuku sobbed, unable to hold the tears back anymore. “Stop! Let me go!” “Nah. What kind of cop would I be if I just let every scumbag go when they beg for it? 'sides...”

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“Fuuuck~” Bakugo hissed, “That ass just swallowed it up!” He pulled the rod out slowly before pushing it back in while twisting. “Ah! Nnng—stop! Take it out!” Bakugo watched the baton disappear and reappear. His greedy eyes caught each shudder and twitch Izuku's body gave.

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of his bulging arm, Bakugo shoved the baton into Izuku. The scream that ripped out of him echoed off the dark walls. He yanked at the cuffs, but they refused to give only damaging his wrists. The baton pressed uncomfortably deep in him, the dry drag stretching him too far.

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But I got some mercy for scum like you.” He heard the man clear his throat and spit. A warm sticky glob hit his hole. He slid the baton up and down it. “Please—god—stop! Don't do this!” He pleaded with his attacker. “This is wrong!” “Should've thought of that before breaking the law.” With a flex

hole. Izuku's eyes bulged wide, “No-no-no! Please stop!” The baton pressed a little harder. “No? Why not? Got contraband shoved up there? A condom full of drugs? Maybe a knife?” “No! You'll tear me!” “We'll you should've thought about that before disobeying an order.

I think we need to show him how we deal with difficult criminals.” The baton smacked across his ass then over and over. “Look at that cherry red ass~” Bakugo hummed over Izuku's screams. He spread out a cheek. “Now let's find what he's hiding in it.” The dry tip of the baton touched against his

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out through clenched teeth. “Got a filthy mouth there. Maybe we could put it to use.” The baton appeared in front of his face. “Lick it.” “What? Fuck off!” “Heh, suit yourself.” He spoke louder for the recording. “Subject continues to be uncooperative and resisting lawful orders.

Izuku howled at each crack across his skin. His head was wrenched around again, and Bakugo pressed against his back. The man was rock hard. He practically panted in Izuku's ear. “Got your pretty freckles red now, you'll probably bruise. Stop resisting and be a good boy.” “Fuck. You.” Izuku grit

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as he could on those damn fingers. “Fuck! Son of a—“ Bakugo ripped his hand away hissing in pain. “Little fuck nearly bit through my glove! Now I'm pissed.” He yanked a baton from his belt. He brought it down across the back of Izuku's thighs. Four quick smacks, two for each leg.

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We'll need to investigate.” Bakugo cranked his head back again, forcing his throat to stretch. He shoved his fingers into Izuku's mouth, the taste of leather covered everything. He pointed the flashlight around. “Huh, great teeth.” he winked. “Nothing hidden here though.” Izuku bit down as hard

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criminal's awake.” He took the light and blinded Izuku with it. “Sir, have you taken anything tonight? Do you have a weapon on you? Maybe here?” An unlubed thumb crammed into his hole. “Ah!” Izuku jolted trying to escape the intrusion. “Hmm, suspect might have something hidden there.

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Bakugo squatted behind him, a small flashlight gripped in his teeth. His words came out slurred to the nonexistent audience. “Now lis'en, 'winks love s'king shi' up 'eir 'ight asses. Drugs, weapons—you name it.” Izuku grunted and tried to shake him off. “Dont' touch me!” “Looks like the

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He was lifted from his kicking feet. Blackness descended over his vision quickly. . . . He came to with his arms raised above his head—he'd been cuffed to the bars. Strong hands kept him propped up, spreading his bare ass. He whimpered as he looked over his shoulder.

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Izuku's thrashing got him another reprimand, this time in the form of a harsh nip to his ear. Thick fingers fumbled with his zipper. Izuku managed to wiggle enough to keep his pants up. “Tch! Fine if you're gonna be like that...” A forearm wrapped around his throat and squeezed.

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Bakugo crammed his free hand into Izuku's pockets, tossing out the random things he found. “Wallet, keys, a rubber band? Tch, boring! The suspect doesn't have anything incriminating in his pockets, but that's not the only place these twinks like to hide stuff. Time for a cavity search.” “Stop!”

“Nng!” His nipples were twisted meanly. He struggled again when those hands slid down to his waist. “Stop! Get off me!” “Stop resisting scumbag!” One hand wrapped around the back of his neck in a crushing grip. He choked on his next words as the lack of air hit him immediately.

tongue through the blood on the side of Izuku's face. “I'll just edit it in post.” “No! No—“ His t-shirt stands no chance against the man's strength. His skin pebbled in the cold air. Leather clad hands didn't help as Bakugo's fingers slid across his torso. “No hidden weapons here...”

roleplay! Please someone send police to the basement of Musatafu Station! This man is actually—“ Bakugo's laughter drowned out his cry for help. “You think I'm streaming right now? Ha! Dumbass! We're too deep underground for a proper signal. So scream for help all you want.” He dragged his nasty

He could feel blood trickle down his brow. The blond clicked his tongue, yet the feral grin on his face didn't fade. “Resisting an officer. Makes me think this twink's hiding something. Better do a strip search to be safe. What do you perverts at home think?” Izuku screams again, “This isn't a

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