6 Works by treequirk
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No Good Guys by treequirk
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
29 Aug 2022
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Megumi’s doing it again, though he promised himself (and his therapist) he wouldn’t.
It’ll be different this time, he tells himself. This time I won’t let anything stop me.
Ahead of him, the pink-haired man he’d followed home from the store sets his grocery bag on the stoop and thumbs through a ring of keys. He’s wearing his dark blue uniform, and the yellow porch light reflects off his gold-plated name tag. Captain Ryoumen Sukuna. Megumi doesn’t have to be close enough to read it to know what it says.
Megumi presses his hands against his face and breathes harshly into his palms. His heart is beating so fast his body is vibrating.
Get it together, he tells himself. Get it together and save him.
There’s a kidnapped boy in Sukuna’s attic named Yuji that has been waiting ten years for Megumi to solve his case and rescue him.
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Gojo lifted the corner of his eye covering to peer seriously at Megumi. “You should try talking to that omega when he’s awake.”
“I will.”
“When?”
“Soon,” Megumi said. “I’m just keeping him safe until then.”
Gojo turned to re-shelve the antibacterial ointment. For a long moment, there was only the quiet scrape of plastic caps on wood shelves. It was the first time Megumi had ever seen Gojo choose his words with such carefulness. “I’m going to ask the higher-ups not to send you on any more omega victim cases for a while."
Megumi jerked to his feet. “What? Why!”
“I don’t think your alpha is developed enough to handle being exposed to those kinds of scents. It’s not a commentary on your sorcery or technique.”
“I handled it just fine today!”
Gojo slammed the cabinet door. The medicine on the shelves jumped and rattled from the force of it. “Then why do you keep breaking into that boy's house, Megumi?”
“I’m protecting him. He’s going to be my omega!” Megumi defended. The wound at the back of his head throbbed, and he gripped the paper-wrapped bed to steady himself.
“Does he know that?” Gojo asked.
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Izuku was no cook; but he went about cooking the way he went about everything: wholeheartedly, and totally determined. Just in the short while they’d lived together, Izuku had indulged the building maternal instincts in his chest and took over most of the meal planning and preparation. Bakugou had complained at first, his food was better than Izuku’s, but his complaints stopped the first time he saw a topless Izuku wrapped in a peach-colored apron, wet patches dampening the cloth over his leaking nipples. It was something he wanted to see every day. They burnt dinner that night and fucked on the couch, Izuku still wearing the apron.
But today’s bento bore the fruit of practice. It looked, and smelled, delicious. Soup dumplings bobbed in reddish broth. Unlike Izuku, and like his sire, the pup liked spice. Bakugou thrilled at the reflection of himself in their pup.
Bakugou picked up his spoon and chopsticks, eyeing Izuku through the trails of rising stream. Of course, Izuku had delivered it right off the stove.
Bakugou’s stomach twisted with arousal. “I’m going to eat this,” he pointed his chopsticks at his lunch, then stabbed the ends in Izuku’s direction, “Then I’m going to eat you out. Got it?”
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- Part 3 of not to me, not if it’s you
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Bakugou almost didn’t realize Izuku had started talking again. “And I did the laundry,” Izuku said, barely audible over the needy rush of blood in Bakugou’s ears.
Bakugou’s cock got even harder. It was technically his turn to do the laundry, they switched off each load, but Izuku often did things like this. Despite Izuku’s swollen ankles, morning nausea, and mood swings, he went out of his way to be a good mate to Bakugou. He must’ve noticed Bakugou was late coming home from the agency and didn’t want him to worry about stupid chores before bed.
“I want to fuck you to death,” Bakugou said honestly.
Izuku nodded like he understood, and they kissed furiously, Bakugou’s hands gently smoothing the stretch mark wrinkled skin around Izuku’s hips and belly button. Bakugou liked the purple lines. He liked the physical proof that his pup had stretched Izuku out, had made him like this - plump and wide and warm and leaking milk like a faucet.
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- Part 2 of not to me, not if it’s you
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Bakugou, Don't Underestimate the Intern by treequirk
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
01 Jul 2021
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Kirishima dropped a glossy flier on Bakugou's desk on the way out of their office. “There’s an event downtown next Friday. I’m scheduled to patrol, so you’ll have to go.”
Bakugou shoved the flier to the edge of the desk like it might strike him, recoiling. Smoke wafted up from his palms. “I won’t speak at any shitty fundraisers.”
Kirishima rolled his eyes, sliding the flier back across the desk to point out the dolphin crest at the corner. “It’s for ocean cleanup.”
Bakugou scoffed. “Why would I give a shit about ocean clean-up?” he asked.
“We live on the beach.”
Bakugou bared his teeth at Kirishima’s flat, annoyed tone. “I won’t do it. Besides, someone has to be here to answer the phone.”
“That’s why I hired an intern.”
Bakugou jumped to his feet. “You did what?”
“I hired an intern,” Kirishima replied coolly.
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Izuku Midoriya might be quirkless, but he's nobody's sidekick.
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Panty Snatcher by treequirk
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
29 Apr 2021
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Here’s the thing: Izuku Midoriya smelt good. So fucking good. Better than anything Bakugou had stuck his nose in before - smoother and richer than purin, sweeter than green tea ice-cream. Bakugou pressed Izuku’s gym shirt to his face, almost nuzzling the fabric, the thick scent of Izuku’s sweat lifting the hairs on the back of Bakugou’s neck.
Bakugou didn’t want to be doing this. In fact, he hated himself for stooping so low. Tramping into the locker room in the middle of the night to sneak a whiff of Izuku’s B.O. was beneath Bakugou.
That didn’t stop him from coming back again and again to paw through Izuku’s things and palm his hardening cock through his linen sleep pants.
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- Part 1 of not to me, not if it’s you