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dynyamight · 3 years

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he-hey... if its not bothering u, may i ask no. 5 🥺 👉👈

because ughh ive been reading bkdk doujin and havent found yet kacchan's jealousy as its theme which i'd love it so much 😭 thank u in advance!

send a number & i'll write a bkdk drabble about it

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“What're you looking at?”

Bakugou blinks, quickly reeling his head to his right.

Seated next to him, Jirou awkwardly tilts her head in question, and her brows pull together.

“Ah, it’s just you were glaring at the floor next to Midoriya’s seat. And, I was wondering what exactly you were staring at.” She states offhandedly, adjusting her backpack on her lap.

He feels a prickling burn on the back of neck. He’s being so fucking ridiculous.

“It's nothing.” Bakugou quips. Before she can ask any further, he quickly grabs a hold of his book bag off the floor beside his seat, and begins to walk out of the classroom.

Usually, the extras stay behind, chatting among themselves about stupid topics, that make his ears bleed. And, as of right now, the talk is all about the dumb gifts they received for Christmas. It’s all so irritating.

He would rather not hear any of it.

“Kacchan!” A shout echoes the hall.

Halting his steps, Bakugou pivots in stance, watching Midoriya rush out of the corridor of their classroom, and hurry to him.

A thumpity thump resounds deep in his chest. Bakugou pushes it down.

“Geezus.” He mutters instead, by the time Midoriya finally reaches his side. “What do you want?”

Midoriya readjusts the backpack straps around his shoulders, before offering a confused smile. “Uh, did you forget? All Might asked for us to meet in his office, after class.”

Bakugou did forget. Though, Midoriya doesn’t need to know that. “Yeah, I fucking remember.” He insists through his teeth. “But, why are you bothering me now?”

Before, Midoriya would have wilted at his words, shrinked, and walked away. It would have left Bakugou at peace.

But, now, he smiles brighter, with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Might as well head over, together.” Midoriya offhandedly says, shrugging off Bakugou’s intimation. “Nothing wrong with wanting to spend more time with you, right?”

And, as of recent, it’s leaving goosebumps all over Bakugou’s arms and having his heart beat restlessly.

“Tch. Whatever.” Bakugou walks forward, refusing to see the satisfaction bloom across Midoriya’s face. Or else, he’d be unable to look away and make a complete fool of himself in front of the damn nerd.

Heart palpitations or not, Bakugou’s pride is still intact.

Oddly enough, by the time they reach All Might’s office, it seems that the retired hero went out for a coffee run, leaving the room empty. Bakugou scoffs, internally despising how inconsiderate the old man’s being. He’s got places to go. Things to do. And, the damn weak excuse of a mentor is wasting his time.

And now, he’s stuck having to deal with trying to quell his feelings down.

On the other hand, Midoriya comfortably settles down on the long couch, bringing his backpack off his shoulders and onto his lap. He hugs it, bringing his head to rest atop of it. “Do you think it’s about my new quirk manifestation? And, how we’re going to hide it from Endeavor?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “No, duh.” He scoffs. “What else would it fucking be?”

Midoriya chuckles softly. “My bad. I was just kinda hoping we would talk about anything, but that. I don’t know. I’m just a bit stressed about it.” Without looking, his fingers loosely grasp around the small All Might keychain dangling off the front pocket of his backpack.

That. Bakugou grimaces. It’s so obnoxious. Outright ugly to look at. A damn fanboy embarrassing himself for others to see.

Ochako got that ugly thing for him, and he’s been over the moon about it, ever since. His spirits have been through the roof and it’s that pathetic keychain that’s been the source. Bakugou hates it.

From across the common room, Bakugou had seen the way Midoriya’s eyes twinkled in utter shaking delight when she gave that to him. He had a wide, dopey smile spreading across his face, and his cheeks bloomed a vibrant pink. It was a sight to see Midoriya look completely awestruck, hugging Ochako tight in gratitude.

All Bakugou could do at that moment was stare, frozen in time.

And, now, he’s being so fucking ridiculous, he knows. Yet, the bubbling disgust under his skin doesn’t cease every time he sees the trinket.

Midoriya protectively covers the keychain in his hands. It takes another moment for Bakugou to realize the nerd is narrowing his eyes at him. “Don’t make fun of me about this. It means something to me.”

Hearing it directly from Midoriya further upsets Bakugou. “Means jack shit! It’s a fucking eyesore!” He snaps back, clenching his fists.

“Ochako gave this to me.” Midoriya states firmly, as if that’s enough reason for Bakugou to not shit on it.

But, if anything, it’s the sole reason Bakugou irrationally can’t calm down about it. “I already know that! You won’t stop running your mouth about the damn thing!”

“No, I haven’t!”

“Yes, you fucking have!”

Midoriya groans, shaking his head. “Regardless! What’s your problem?! You’re acting as if it has offended you, or something!”

“It’s stupid!” Bakugou hisses, seething outright. “You act like it’s the best gift you ever got for Christmas! Hell, I gave you better shit, than that! And, you never babbled about the gifts I gave you, like you do for that measly looking piece of plastic!”

Midoriya blinks, all frustration leaving him. Instead, he’s left with a slackened expression. Wide eyes. Open mouth. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what?’ me!” Bakugou pushes further, losing all sense of his rationale. “Round Cheeks gives you one gift, and you piss yourself about it for days! But, god forbid, I get you something better, far better, you just toss it to your All Might altar! You even have the stupid thing chained to your bag, as if you don’t have better keychains that I gave you, before!”

“Wait a minute.” Midoriya beckons Bakugou to stop, with a small raise of his hand. The surprise in his face has yet to fade. “Kacchan, are you jealous?”

Fire. Bakugou’s face feels like it’s on fire. And, as he tries to get the words caught in his throat out in the open, Midoriya continues to look at him bewildered. It’s so– so—

Bakugou’s walks out of the office.

All Might better fill in for him later about the meeting. Because he refuses to let Midoriya further see how completely whipped he is about him.

It's nothing.

#star responds #YOU LUCKY ANON!! i had a moot request 5 too!!#& i was completing it by the time you sent your ask!#hope you & believeyourgalaxy like it!#bakudeku #anon #FICLET

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whentheresmoonlight · 2 years

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anjum’s bkdk recs #7

Back to shounen ai recs! Once again, this list isn’t sfw, because the hosting website still has irl p*rn ads on it, so proceed with caution and minors dni.

Legend

hyperlinked title by author

genre warning(s): where relevant Summary/review

💚🧡 = faves

Alphabetical order by author

11. Flip Flop by aroe 💚🧡

fluff, humor, friendship The bakusquad thinks that Bakugou is really bad at dating, but Deku doesn’t think he’s so bad 😉 Takes place during second year! Funny angry Baku all the time.

12. Ability by cai 💚🧡

humor This one’s just silly. Bakugou and Deku have abilities like in an RPG, but they’re related to each other and they’re just ridiculous. It’s short and crackish—nothing but fun in good art.

13. Gift one and two by clipper/bisco (mov) 💚🧡

romance, slice of life, drama, Christmas In the first volume, bkdk are hit with a quirk that makes two children (biologically theirs) spontaneously appear. The children will disappear after 30 days, but if you name them then they’ll stay forever. So bkdk have to decide whether to keep them or not. The second volume gives us more background and more of what happens with bkdk and the kids!

14. Childhood Friend Allergies by i@box

drama warning: major character death (but not really, I swear!) Okay, half of me is recc’ing this because I did the typesetting for it, but this artist is also great! It’s some drama that ends up low stakes because of where the story ends (trust me) and then some soft bkdk hints at the end.

15. Missing Key Person by i@box

action, slice of life An amazing take on what happens if Deku becomes quirkless after defeating AFO. Bakugou takes him to join his agency anyway and Deku proves his worth! Plus, they’re living together and Baku is 100% pining.

16. Fine Rising Weather by Karinpani

friendship, fluff Some of Bakugou and Deku with Katsuma and Mahoro in Heroes Rising and some cute flashbacks of bkdk as kiddos.

17. Married as a Disguise, but Kacchan by Korosuke

comedy, romance There is a woohoo, but the most you see is a nipple, so I’m dropping it here in shounen ai anyway. It’s just as the title suggests! Bkdk are undercover as a married couple but Bakugou figures they might as well be method actors… 😉

18. Cause I Love You by Nochico

drama warnings: blood, grievous bodily harm, near death experience Deku is on the brink of death in battle and uses his last moments to give OFA to Katsuki. Deku is healed, but Katsuki can’t seem to give OFA back. So every day Katsu tries, with a kiss.

19. Be With & To Become by Pico (Mino)

slice of life Bakugou runs into Inko and Deku runs into Mitsuki. Just sweet moments

20. Wrapped up in your Scent by yonayona-grow (nae)

romance, slice of life This dj isn’t the most cohesive out there, but the art is lovely and, look, I just love slice of life bkdk, since we don’t really get any filler in canon. Just laundry and grocery shopping with a rogue Todoroki appearance!

more recs can be found here 💚🧡

#anjum recs #not/sfw #bkdkbk #bakudeku #bakudekubaku #bkdk #katsudeku #ktdk

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nona-inc · 3 years

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You are a gift from god and saying otherwise is just plain stupid. I command you to have a good day. 🦊

Oooh thank you OMG !!! ❤️

I don't receive many asks and messages, so anon like you make me feel so very happy and smiley shsh

I hope you're having a wonderful day too! Also, Christmas is near, I wish you a big HAPPY HOLIDAYS !! 🎄

Let's have fun riding this bkdk train that's currently giving us so many treats and sweets I'm gonna have diabetes from it... Horikoshi is gifting us so so much!

Oh! Just so you know. You and every one following and supporting the bkdk family are the real gift here, so really thank you for taking your time to reach out to me 💕

#you're a kind anon #thank you #and sorry my bad english ahah #nona replies #love u bkdk fam #happy holidays 🎄

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kawaiikichi · 4 years

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You’re the Only One for Me (BKDK)

Hello! Here is one out of the two Christmas BKDK one-shots that I’ve been working on for the holiday season. There’s a little bit of angst, but at least there’s a happy ending!

I hope you guys like it :D

Title: You’re the Only One for Me

Summary: While shopping for a Christmas gift for Katsuki, Izuku happens to see him with Eijirou by the jewelry. He knows that they’re just friends, but he can’t help but let his imagination run wild...

One-Shot Notes: Established BKDK; been dating for a few years; Katsuki and Izuku are 24

One-shot is under the cut!

“Shopping?”

Izuku stared at Ochaco as she bit into her coffee cake.

“Yeah! Let’s go and do some Christmas shopping! You still need to get something for Bakugou, don’t you?” she asked.

“I do, but...” Izuku fidgeted in his seat. “I don’t know what I should get him...” he trailed off.

“That’s fine! We can just browse around!” Ochaco reached for her vanilla cappuccino. “I still need to find something for Iida...” she trailed off.

“Get him another pair of glasses?” Izuku suggested.

Ochaco laughed.

“He literally has five hundred pairs. I don’t need to add to his collection.” Ochaco told him.

“Hm...” Izuku sipped on his tea. “I think you’ll be able to find something for him. You know Iida best, after all.” he said.

“Yeah, you’re right about that one...” Ochaco looked outside. “So, do you want to go now? I have nothing else to do for the day.” she suggested.

“Are you sure?” Izuku asked.

“Yeah! Let’s go right after this!” Ochaco chirped.

“Alright.” Izuku said.

After they finished their coffee, they headed straight for the mall. They browsed through the shops, looking around for various gifts that they could get for Tenya and Katsuki.

“Oh! Look at this turtleneck!” Izuku exclaimed, waving Ochaco over.

“A turtleneck?” she approached him. “Oh! That does look nice!” she said.

“I was thinking that maybe Iida would like something like this.” Izuku explained.

“You think so?” Ochaco asked.

“I know so! This would suit Iida very well.” Izuku told her.

“Is that so...” she took the navy blue turtleneck off the rack and observed it. “You know, I think this would be a good gift for Bakugou, too.” she noted.

“For Kacchan?!” Izuku exclaimed.

“Yeah! He would look good in something like this!” she picked up a black one of the turtleneck. “Here, they even have a black one!” she chirped.

“A turtleneck for Kacchan, huh...” he trailed off.

His mind drifted off into dangerous territory, imagining Kacchan in the turtleneck. It would pair well with jeans and a beige coat. It would also do wonders in defining his muscles and his chest—

Izuku’s cheeks turned red, which made Ochaco giggle.

“Your thoughts are wandering, aren’t they?” she asked.

“Ah! N-No, that’s not it at all!” Izuku squeaked out.

Ochaco laughed.

“You don’t need to lie, Deku. I know you’re thinking of Bakugou in the turtleneck.” she said.

Izuku bit his lip, lowering his head in embarrassment.

“You should get it!” Ochaco chirped.

“Should I really...” Izuku trailed off.

He looked at the turtleneck once again.

Maybe I should get it for him, he thought to himself.

“You know what, I think I’ll get it.” Izuku said.

“Good! I think I’m going to get the navy blue one for Iida.” Ochaco said.

“Cool.” Izuku replied.

He looked away from Ochaco and that was when he spotted an oddly familiar blond by the jewelry display cases in the jewelry department.

Wait a minute...is that—

“Is that Bakugou?”

Izuku blinked, looking and seeing that Ochaco was also looking in the same direction.

“It is...” Izuku trailed off.

What is Kacchan doing here, he asked himself.

He watched as Eijirou approached the blond, a grin on his face.

“And Kirishima’s with him, too...” Izuku trailed off.

“Oh my god.” Ochaco said.

They went to hide behind a nearby clothing rack in case Katsuki or Eijirou happened to look over and see them. They peeked over the rack, observing the two.

“What are they doing by the jewelry?” Ochaco whispered.

“Do I look like I know?!” Izuku whispered back.

She looked at him.

“Did you know those two would be meeting up today?” she asked.

“No, I had no idea...” Izuku trailed off.

He watched as Katsuki peered down at the jewelry display cases, Eijirou leaning in closer so that he could get a better look.

I mean, it doesn’t matter what Kacchan does with his time. It’s around break time, so he has the right to hang out with whoever he wants to. He has no right to report to me on every little detail. But...I can’t help but be curious. Why is he with Kirishima, and in the jewelry department, too, he asked himself.

Katsuki pointed at something in the display case and the worker took it out. Then, a necklace was placed around Eijirou’s neck. Izuku could only stare as Katsuki observed the necklace around Eijirou’s neck, fingers trailing along the redhead’s collarbone and neck as he smiled.

The sight made his stomach churn.

I know that they’re best friends. But...would best friends act that way, he asked himself.

Ochaco stared at him with concern.

“Deku...” she trailed off.

She touched his arm, which drew his gaze to her.

“Huh? Yeah, Uraraka?” he answered.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” Izuku stared down at the turtleneck. “We should go and pay!” he said.

“Huh? Oh...yeah, we should go and do that.” Ochaco said.

As they began to head to the register, Izuku couldn’t erase the image of Katsuki smiling at Eijirou fondly out of his mind.

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“You think Bakugou might be cheating on you?”

Shouto sipped on his cup of tea as Izuku set his cup down on the table.

“Well...I don’t want to think that that’s the case, but what else am I supposed to think after seeing that?” Izuku asked.

Two weeks had passed since Izuku saw Katsuki with Eijirou at the department store. He tried not to think too much about it, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing Katsuki picking out a necklace for Eijirou and the smile that crossed his lips was enough to make his mind run wild.

“Well, I guess you’re right. When you see your boyfriend smiling fondly at someone else and they go jewelry shopping together, it does give off the impression that he is cheating on you.” Shouto said.

“It does, doesn’t it?! It does! And that’s why I can’t stop thinking about it!” Izuku exclaimed.

“However, I don’t think Bakugou is actually cheating on you.” Shouto told him.

“What makes you think that?” Izuku asked.

“He loves you.”

“Yeah, that one’s an obvious one, but that’s not a good enough reason.”

Shouto sighed.

“Bakugou doesn’t seem like the playboy type. He’s not someone who will go around cheating on their loved one. If anything, he’s actually pretty loyal.” he explained.

He looked at Izuku.

“You know him best. You two are childhood friends, after all. So, you out of all people would know that Bakugou wouldn’t cheat.” he stated.

“I know...I know that, but still...” Izuku mumbled, running his fingers through his hair.

Shouto took a sip from his mug before setting it down, reaching out and taking Izuku’s hand in his.

“Midoriya.” he began.

Izuku slowly looked up to meet Shouto’s gaze.

“Todoroki...” he trailed off.

“Believe in Bakugou.” Shouto told him.

“Believe in him?” Izuku questioned.

“Just trust in him and it will be fine.”

“Uh...I still don’t quite understand what you mean by that, but alright.”

Just then, Shouto’s phone began to ring. Shouto eyed his phone curiously.

“Momo...?” he wondered out loud.

He released his hold on Izuku’s hand and he picked up his phone, answering it.

“Yeah, it’s me.” he said.

Izuku watched as Shouto’s facial expression changed with each thing Momo was telling him over the phone.

“I understand, I’m coming back now. I’ll see you then. Bye.” Shouto said.

He hung up and stood from his seat.

“I’m going to go now. There’s an emergency back at home that I need to help Momo take care of.” he said.

“Oh, of course! Let me see you out.” Izuku offered as he stood.

They walked over to the door.

“I do suggest that you talk to Bakugou about this and how you’re feeling. It’s not good to keep your feelings bottled up.” Shouto advised.

“Yeah, I’ll do that.” Izuku smiled. “Thank you for hearing me out, Todoroki.” he said.

“Any time, Midoriya.” Shouto said.

“Well, I’ll see you around!” Izuku chirped.

“Yeah.” Shouto replied.

Izuku opened the door and they came face to face with a stunned Katsuki. As soon as his eyes met Shouto’s, he scowled.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you shitty Half n’ Half bastard?” he bit out.

“Midoriya invited me over.” Shouto replied.

“I can fucking see that! Why the hell would you be in our goddamn apartment, to begin with?!” Katsuki snapped.

“We had tea and talked about some things. That’s all we did.” Shouto looked down at the watch on his wrist. “Now, if you excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be.” he said before breezing past Katsuki and heading down the hall.

“Huh?! Oi, you annoying Half n’ Half bastard! Get back here!” he shouted.

“Kacchan, please, just let it go!” Izuku pleaded.

Katsuki let out an annoyed huff before stepping inside. He slammed the door shut, making Izuku wince.

He seems upset, he thought to himself.

“So? What the hell were you doing with that bastard, Deku?” Katsuki asked.

“We were just having tea, Kacchan.” Izuku told him as he went over to the dining table and began to pick up the two mugs.

“You weren’t doing anything weird with him, were you?”

“Define weird.”

“Like...you know...”

“Like what?” Izuku turned the faucet on and began to wash the mugs.

“Like...” Katsuki sighed. “You know what, forget it.” he said.

“No, tell me. What did you think I was doing with Todoroki? Did you think we were doing something inappropriate?”

“No, that is not what I meant—“

“No, I think that’s exactly what you meant. Were you thinking that I was cheating on you with Todoroki?”

“What the hell? I said that wasn’t it—“

“Then, what else is it?”

Izuku set the mugs down in the sink, the water continuing to run as he stared at Katsuki, anger slowly bubbling up.

“Look, Deku...” Katsuki sighed. “I don’t trust Half n’ Half, so I was making sure that he didn’t force you into anything.” he said.

“Why would he do that? He is my best friend. There is no way that I would go around cheating on you with someone who I see as a brother.” Izuku ran his hand through his hair. “Gosh, I can’t believe this...” he trailed off.

“I told you—“

“So, I can’t have a cup of tea with Todoroki without it coming off as cheating on you and yet you can go frolicking around the jewelry department in a department store with Kirishima without it coming off as cheating?”

Katsuki blinked.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” he asked.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Didn’t you go with Kirishima to the department store two weeks ago?” Izuku asked.

“I did, but how do you know about that?” Katsuki answered.

“Uraraka and I saw you two! We were doing a little bit of shopping and happened to see you with him.” Izuku bit his lip. “I’ve tried my hardest not to think about that day, but I can’t help it.” he said.

“Deku, whatever it is you’re thinking, stop thinking it.” Katsuki told him.

“Do you even know what I’m thinking, Kacchan?” Izuku asked.

“I have a pretty good idea of what you’re thinking, so I want you to stop thinking it right this instant.” Katsuki said.

“But I can’t help it! I can’t help but think about it! Especially when you were staring at him as he tried on the necklace! You smiled at him so fondly...just like how you would stare at me...” Izuku choked out.

He could feel a lump begin to form in his throat as tears burned at the back of his eyes.

“Oi, Deku. Are you implying that I’m cheating on you with Shitty Hair?” Katsuki asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m implying! Why else would you be with Kirishima by the jewelry? Why else would you be picking out a necklace for him to try on? Why else would you be smiling at him like he’s your whole world?! Because you like him! You’re cheating on me with him!” Izuku shouted.

“Why the hell would I cheat on you?! There’s no reason for me to do something like that! And about that necklace—“

“I don’t want to hear it!”

Izuku’s hands flew over his ears. He didn’t want to hear what came next.

Katsuki groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“Look, Deku. You’re blowing this way out of proportion.” he made his way over to Izuku. “Stop making such crazy assumptions—“

“I am not crazy, Kacchan.” Izuku bit out.

“I never said that you were.” Katsuki told him.

“But isn’t that what you’re implying?” Izuku asked.

“No, it is not.” Katsuki sighed. “Look, let’s just sit down and talk this out.” he suggested.

As his hands rested on Izuku’s shoulders, Izuku spoke.

“Don’t touch me!” he shouted, smacking Katsuki’s hands away.

Katsuki was taken aback by Izuku’s sudden outburst. Then, he gritted his teeth.

“Deku, what the fuck—“

“Look, I...I can’t do this right now. I think I’m going to need to step out for a bit.” Izuku said.

“No the hell you aren’t! We are going to talk this out and—“

“Just fucking stop it already!”

Katsuki’s eyes widened.

“Deku...” he trailed off.

“Please, just stop! I...I can’t deal with this right now.” Izuku choked out.

“Deku—“ Katsuki reached his hand out only for it to be smacked away.

“I hate you, Kacchan!” Izuku screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He pushed past Katsuki roughly and dashed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Katsuki stood in the kitchen, going through what just happened as the water in the sink continued running.

“I hate you, Kacchan!” Izuku’s words played in his mind like a broken record.

Hearing those words made it feel as if Katsuki’s heart was slowly being ripped out of his chest. He gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists.

“Goddammit!” he shouted, swinging his fist into the wall.

He panted harshly, looking at the large dent that he left in the wall. He withdrew his hand, running it through his hair. He could feel his hand tremble in his hair as he bit his lip.

“Shit.”

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Shouto looked at Izuku, who was curled up on the couch in a fluffy maroon red blanket. He sighed, bringing two mugs over to the coffee table.

“Here, drink some.” he said.

“Thanks.” Izuku said as he took the mug from him.

Shouto sat down beside him, sipping on his tea.

“You should have some. It’s spiced tea.” he suggested.

“Oh...is that so...” Izuku trailed off.

He inhaled and instantly, the smell of cinnamon and other spices filled his nostrils. It reminded him of Katsuki.

Izuku bit his lip as tears filled his eyes.

“Kacchan...” he choked out as he began to cry.

Shouto looked at Izuku with concern.

“Midoriya...” he trailed off.

He reached for a box of tissues and offered it to him. Izuku set his mug down and took the box of tissues, pulling some out and dabbing at his eyes.

“Gosh, I thought I would have run out of tears by now...” he mumbled.

Shouto stayed silent as Izuku continued.

“Ugh, I feel like I shouldn’t have blown up on the whole cheating issue like that. I said some really hurtful things to Kacchan...I bet he hates me now...” Izuku trailed off.

“He doesn’t hate you.” Shouto said.

Izuku sniffled.

“How would you know that, Todoroki...?” he asked.

“I just know that he doesn’t.” Shouto replied.

“That’s pretty vague...”

“Take it or leave it, Midoriya.”

“Alright, alright...”

Izuku curled up more into the blanket as Shouto spoke.

“Have you tried to get ahold of him so that you could fix things?” he asked.

“No. I highly doubt he would want to talk to me, anyway...” Izuku mumbled.

“You won’t know that unless you try.” Shouto said.

Izuku watched Shouto just as the apartment door to reveal Momo, who had on a simple white blouse with dark denim skinny jeans, a Burberry trench coat, and brown heeled boots.

“Hello, Midoriya, Shouto.” she greeted.

“Hi, Yaoyorozu.” Izuku said.

“Hey, Momo.” Shouto said.

Momo set her bags down in the kitchen as she spoke, glancing at Izuku.

“By the way, you have a visitor, Midoriya. I ran into him on my way back.” she explained.

“A visitor?” Izuku questioned.

He watched as Eijirou poked his head into the apartment.

“Whoa, Yaoyorozu! Your apartment is so huge!” he gushed.

“Is it? I find it’s a pretty normal size.” Momo commented.

Izuku laughed nervously.

What a typical Yaoyorozu response, he thought to himself.

He then redirected his attention Eijirou, who smiled once they locked eyes.

“Yo, Midoriya!” he greeted.

“Hi...” Izuku trailed off.

Immediately, he was reminded of when he saw him with Katsuki at the jewelry department in the store. He recalled the way Katsuki’s fingers brushed along his collarbone as he smiled fondly at him.

It was enough to make him feel sick.

He quickly looked away, choosing to focus on the firework pattern of Shouto’s button up top. His eyes traced each and every wrinkle in the shirt along with the streams of fireworks as Eijirou spoke.

“Hey, Todoroki, do you happen to have an open room available? I want to talk to Midoriya alone.” Eijirou requested.

Izuku tensed at Eijirou’s words.

Alone? What would he want to talk to me about alone, he asked himself.

“Yeah, you can talk to him in the guest room.” Shouto stood. “I’ll show you to it.” he said.

Then, he turned to look at Izuku.

“Come.” he said.

Izuku bit his lip, eyeing Shouto. He then looked at Momo, who gave him an encouraging smile. He released a sigh, standing up. He kept the blanket wrapped around him as he followed Shouto and Eijirou in the direction of the guest room.

They stepped inside and Shouto gestured to the bed.

“You two can sit on the bed and talk. Momo and I will be in the living room if you two need anything.” he said.

As Shouto turned to leave, Izuku grabbed the hem of his shirt. Shouto turned, looking into Izuku’s eyes. His expression screamed, “Please don’t leave me here.”

He sighed, moving in towards Izuku.

“You need to do this, Midoriya.” he said.

He reached down, squeezed Izuku’s clenched hand lightly, and released his hold on his shirt. He then gave him a thumbs up.

“Good luck.” he told him before heading out of the bedroom.

“Wai—“ Izuku watched as the door closed.

Izuku began to panic.

Oh god, what do I do now?! I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle this, he thought to himself.

He bit his lip as Eijirou spoke.

“So...how have you been, Midoriya?” he asked.

“Huh?” Izuku quickly turned around to face Eijirou. “I’ve been doing fine.” he replied.

Like hell I’m doing fine, Izuku thought to himself.

He watched as Eijirou examined him closely, brows knitted. He eyed him up and down before speaking.

“Well...it’s just that I heard from Bakugou that he hasn’t seen you in five days.” Eijirou commented.

“Oh...is that so...” Izuku trailed off.

Has it really been five days? Gosh, I’ve been brooding over this for so long that I’ve lost count of the days, he thought to himself.

“He told me what happened, you know. About how you saw us at the jewelry department in the store and how you thought he was cheating on you with me. It took me a while to find out where you had gone and now that I’ve found you, I want to get some things straight.” Eijirou told him.

“Like what?” Izuku asked.

He hugged the blanket around him tighter, his knuckles growing white as he prepared himself for what the redhead was about to tell him.

Please don’t say it. Please don’t tell me that he is cheating on me with you. I don’t think my heart could take it, he thought to himself.

He bit his lip, feeling the tears well up in his eyes as Eijirou spoke.

“You have it all wrong, Midoriya. Bakugou is not cheating on you with me, let alone anybody.” he said.

Izuku eyed Eijirou in surprise.

“What...?” he asked.

“Bakugou isn’t cheating on you. He would never dream of doing such a thing. And he would most certainly not do that kind of stuff with me. I got together with Mina recently and I love her to pieces, so there is no way either of us would think of cheating.” Eijirou told him.

“So then...why...?”

“I wasn’t supposed to say anything until he actually did it, but it looks like I’m going to have to say it in order for you to understand. The reason why we were at the department store that day was because he was looking for a Christmas gift for you.”

“For me?”

Eijirou nodded.

“He wanted to get something nice for you, but he didn’t know what. So, he asked me for help. We decided to go shopping around during our lunch break and that was when he came across the jewelry. He saw this really nice necklace that he believed you would like and had me try it on just to see what it would look like. When it was placed around my neck, he started smiling and I asked him why he was smiling so brightly. He said it was because he imagined you wearing it and it made him happy.” Eijirou explained.

“Is...Is that so...” Izuku choked out.

The tears welled up more, threatening to spill down his cheeks. He tried to hold them back as best as he could as Eijirou continued.

“When you accused him of cheating on you, he was shocked and very hurt. Then you ran out on him and left, saying such hurtful things to him. It would be an understatement to say that he was devastated. When I went to see him, he looked very depressed, like the life had been sucked out of him. He kept saying that he hurt your feelings and that it was all his fault and I...” Eijirou sighed. “Midoriya, I have never seen him love anyone like he loves you. Gosh, I think that you’re the only person he loves so deeply. He’s as loyal as loyal can get, so he would never dare dream of cheating on you. You know him best, so why would you think that he would cheat on you, Midoriya? Now, because of this misunderstanding, you’re both hurting, you’re here, and he’s alone in the apartment looking like a ridiculous hot mess.” he told him.

At those words, Izuku felt himself crumble. Tears streamed down his cheeks as his legs began to wobble. They gave way, making him sink onto his knees on the floor as sobs fell from his lips. He reached up to wipe the tears away, but more kept cascading down.

“Ka...Kacchan...!” he choked out in between tears, the image of a sad Katsuki in their apartment alone burning itself into his brain.

A sympathetic look crossed Eijirou’s face as he stood from his seat on the bed, walking over to Izuku. He knelt down before him, touching his cheek and wiping away his tears.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. It’s just...” he gritted his teeth. “Goddammit, it’s Christmas Eve. Do you really want to spend tonight away from him?” he asked.

Izuku hiccuped, slowly raising his head to stare at Eijirou through teary eyes.

“I...” he trailed off.

“Do you?” Eijirou asked.

Izuku sniffled.

“I...I don’t...I miss...I miss Kacchan...” he choked out between sobs.

“Then, I’m sure you know what you need to do.” Eijirou told him.

Izuku nodded.

“Yeah...I’m going to go back and talk to him.” he said.

🧡💚🧡💚

“Kacchan...I’m back...”

Izuku hesitantly stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. After toeing off his shoes and putting on a pair of slippers, he began to make his way to the living area.

That was when he spotted Katsuki, who was sitting on the floor with his back against the back of the couch. His knees were pulled up to his chest and he had his forehead pressed to his knees.

He didn’t hear me, huh, he thought to himself.

“Kacchan?” he tried again.

He saw Katsuki fidget a little, but he made no move to raise his head. Izuku bit his lip as he made his way over to him.

“Hey, Kacchan...I’m back home. I’m sorry for leaving like that. And also for assuming that you were cheating on me with Kirishima. It was so stupid of me. Kirishima came by and told me everything. He said that you were devastated and alone and that...it broke my heart. I’m sure you were hurting much more than I was. So...I’m very sorry for hurting you, Kacchan.” he apologized.

Katsuki still didn’t respond. Izuku felt uneasiness well up in his gut as he bit down on his lip harder. He knelt down and placed a hand on Katsuki’s arm.

“Kacchan...” his voice wavered a little. “Won’t you at least look at me...?” he asked, a plea evident in his voice.

Then, Katsuki pulled him into his arms. Izuku stiffened before melting in his arms, wrapping his arms around Katsuki as the blond spoke.

“Fucking goddammit, don’t you dare leave me like that ever again.” Katsuki bit out.

Katsuki rested his head on Izuku’s shoulder and he felt something wet soak through his sweater. Izuku felt himself become choked up at the realization of what was happening.

“Kacchan...” he trailed off, tears filling up in his eyes.

Katsuki held him tightly, one hand fisted in his sweater and the other moving to fist itself in his hair.

“You goddamn nerd, don’t go.” Katsuki said.

“I won’t go. I’m right here, Kacchan.” he withdrew a little, cupping Katsuki’s cheeks. “See? I’m right here.” he said.

“I can fucking see that.” Katsuki barked out as he met his gaze.

Izuku smiled sweetly at him.

“It’s okay, Kacchan. You can cry like you did before.” he said.

Katsuki scoffed.

“Who the fuck was crying before...?” he grumbled.

Izuku giggled as he continued to stroke his cheeks. He pulled Katsuki closer and pressed their foreheads together.

“Kacchan, I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry for everything.” he said.

“No, don’t you dare apologize. This was all my fault—“

“Shut it. None of this was your fault. It was all mine.”

“Oi—“

Izuku smacked Katsuki’s cheeks.

“Stop that, Kacchan.” he chided.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at him.

“Make me.” he bit out.

Izuku leaned in and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. He felt Katsuki immediately relax, pulling Izuku into his lap as he kissed back. Izuku hummed into the kiss as he played with Katsuki’s hair.

Gosh, he missed this.

Izuku pulled away from the kiss, staring into Katsuki’s eyes. He nuzzled his nose against Katsuki’s as the blond spoke.

“Oi, Deku.” he said.

“Yeah?” Izuku answered.

“It’s a little early, but I have something I want to give you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Katsuki held Izuku in his arms as he stood, Izuku immediately wrapping his legs around Katsuki’s torso. He carried him in the direction of their bedroom, setting him down on the bed once they arrived. Izuku watched curiously as Katsuki opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small box.

“Here, open it.” he said.

Izuku took the box from him and opened it, seeing a heart-shaped pendant that read “You have the key to my heart” with a small key charm that had the letter “I” etched onto it and a small heart charm that had the letter “K” etched onto it.

“Kacchan...” he choked out, taken away by how beautiful it was.

“This is your Christmas gift, Deku. I’m giving it to you early so that I can make a point to you.” Katsuki said.

Izuku watched as Katsuki took the box away from him and he took the necklace out, unclasping it. He then brought it around Izuku’s neck, his fingers lightly brushing against his exposed skin. Izuku felt sparks erupt within him as Katsuki’s breath hit his cheek. Katsuki clasped the necklace behind his neck and he pulled away, looking at Izuku.

“You are the only one for me, Deku. So, don’t go assuming shit like I’m cheating on you, especially with someone like Shitty Hair.” he said.

Then, he took Izuku’s hand and placed it over his heart.

“You’re the only one that has the key to my heart. Don’t you dare forget that.” he said.

Izuku stared at Katsuki, taking note of his flushed cheeks as he stared at him. Tears blurred his vision as he spoke.

“Ka...Kacchan...” his voice was wobbly. “I...I love you, Kacchan. I love you so much...” he choked out.

“And I,” Katsuki wiped away his tears as he leaned in towards him, “I love you too.” he said.

Izuku felt his heart soar as Katsuki captured his lips in another kiss, this one sweeter than the last. He kissed back, looping his arms over his shoulders as Katsuki gently pushed him onto the mattress.

Izuku smiled into the kiss as they lost themselves in each other, refusing to part even for a second.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #christmas one-shot #established bkdk #some angst #angst with a happy ending #merry christmas!#kawaiikichi

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 4 years

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When 'How to Be Soft' is in Your Search History

When 'How To Be Soft' is in your Search History by AnonymousTwit

It doesn't always take the end of the world to realize that you care. It doesn't always have to be in moments of life or death that you see the kind of person you've become. Sometimes, a couple steps in the right direction can be enough. Sometimes, someone else's bad week and a couple days to yourself can be more eye-opening than you realize.

Or A shamelessly self-indulgent story about friendship, giving, and accepting that you've become a better person.

Words: 11982, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Masaru (briefly), Bakugou Mitsuki (Briefly)

Relationships: Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff without Plot, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, but he tries really hard, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, like this is the softest I've ever written our boy, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Sad Kirishima Eijirou, Sad Kaminari Denki, Sad Sero Hanta, Sad Ashido Mina, Sad everyone, Everyone Needs A Hug, Implied/Referenced BAMF Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Sassy Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Good Parent Bakugou Mitsuki, she's working on it, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Deleted Scenes, Deleted scene can be Bkdk if you squint really hard, I ain't here to judge, Implied/Referenced Child Death, There's some dark stuff happening in the background, not graphic though, Except for one sentence, Sad with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Attempt at Humor, Gift Giving, Merry Christmas!, Or Happy Holidays!, And if you don't celebrate anything, then I hope you have a wonderful day!, Censorship, Cussing Is Censored 'Cause I'm A Wuss, no beta we die like men

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/21908605

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Bakugou #♦#Bakugou Katsuki #Eijirou Kirishima #Mina Ashido #Denki Kaminari #Sero Hanta #💥#💎#R:G #A:Anonymous #Bakusquad #Mental Illness #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

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ao3feed-bakudeku · 4 years

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by cookiethepirate

Written by Cookie for Cayla (dva one trick)!! Merry Christmas from your secret Santa, I hope you like your college AU BKDK!

Words: 2741, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: College AU, bakudeku, pre-slash BKDK, Soft Katsuki, Sick Izuku, Sickfic, katsuki is a good cook, but won’t share, he’s a butthead, but we love him, Bakugo Katsuki curses a lot, I crave chicken noodle soup, Finals Week, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Gift Exchange

#ao3feed #fanfic #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Bakugo Katsuki #Midoriya Izuku #ao3

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ao3feed-bnha-girls · 4 years

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When 'How to Be Soft' is in Your Search History

When 'How To Be Soft' is in your Search History by AnonymousTwit

Or A shamelessly self-indulgent story about friendship, giving, and accepting that you've become a better person.

Words: 11982, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/21908605

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Mina #♠#Mina Ashido #Bakugou Katsuki #Eijirou Kirishima #Denki Kaminari #Sero Hanta #👽#R:G #A:Anonymous #Mental Illness #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

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unoutan · 5 years

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Kacchan’s Christmas Gift Rating: Passable (A spicy Bkdk Christmas oneshot)

Originally on AO3: Unoutan. Also sorry no read more to make this post shorter since I think the ‘read more’ is still broken on this broken site, and links are hidden from searches so..... xD lol.

Merry Belated Christmas and Happy 2019 to my SSanta @godzillahtries and all of you who decided to read this oneshot! I was your n/s/f/w/pinch hitter and I hoped you like it with your prompt mentioning them being goofs in the bedroom and wearing each other's merch! I hope like it! -Unoutan

Summary: It's Christmas Eve for the married couple, snowed in for the Holiday, and Katsuki won a bet. Loser - Izuku, Winner - Katsuki. For such a bet to happen, Katsuki's Christmas gift to Izuku had to be opened early, but the gift is a gift that they'll now both enjoy~

Story: All necessary preparations for getting snowed-in within the Bakugou Midoriya home for the whole day of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day have been completed. Their hard work as heroes together allowed this well-deserved holiday vacation to happen for both Izuku and Katsuki. Now, if only Izuku would get dressed in his pre-Christmas gift faster.

“Ready yet?”

“No!”

Ten minutes pass.

“You fucking ready, yet?”

“No cursing on Christmas, and no!”

Sprawled on the center of the king bed, facing the ceiling, Katsuki tried remaining patient, but it was wearing thin. The room’s warm temperature added to his annoyance, so he wrestled out of his shirt and tossed it away. Better it warm inside their home than cold as the depths of hell that is outside.

He mentally counted to twenty, fifteen times and if Izuku wasn’t going to come out of the bathroom in ten seconds, he may lose it. “Hey, Deku, you done? It’s gonna be New Year's Eve by the time you get out of there!!” It is Christmas Eve and the longer he has to sit here in anticipation for his show for tonight, he might just beat himself off alone on Christmas. And how sad would that be for him?

“Wait, Kacchan, I’m almost finished. If I have to do this, I want to look perfect,” came Izuku’s muffled reply through the bathroom door. “If I’m doing this on the spot, I-I will fight to do it right too! I can’t rush this part...”

“You can only blame yourself for making and losing the bet on who would win the cooking competition.”

“I was rooting for her, Kacchan!”

“Whatever!! Dress up faster!” Unable to resist, Katsuki got off the bed to eavesdrop inside the bathroom where Izuku remained dormant. The faint sound of music could be heard inside, so he knocked on the door once and stated his accusation, a dull, mocking tone to his voice. “You’re researching shit on your phone.”

The club music stopped and a lie eventually followed, “...No.”

“LIAR!” Katsuki stomped back to the bed and sat on the edge. He growled out, slamming his hand on his knee. “Get out here and move your body! It’s easy! When was the last time you even danced?”

“When Ashido-san taught me how to slow dance for our wedding, and THIS IS DIFFERENT FROM SLOW DANCING!” Fed up with the coy stalling of the inevitable, Katsuki balled up Izuku’s old-as-fuck infamous ‘T-Shirt’ shirt that was on the floor and threw it at the door. The trajectory hit the middle of the door with a satisfying thump, causing the nerd within to yelp. “WAIT, KACCHAN!”

“STICK TO THE BEAT IN YOUR HEAD AND MOVE YOUR ASS, MOVE YOUR HIPS, THEN WOW, YOU’RE DANCING!” It was an oversimplification, but hip moving isn’t hard - Izuku never had a problem hip moving when he bounced himself on his cock. He bounced his leg up and down at the tantalizing thought from last night.

“KACCHAN!” The whine was replied with a mocking whine.

“DEKU!!”

“I SAID WAIT, YOU JERK! Can’t keep it in your pants for like two seconds.” The last part was muttered but wasn’t said quietly enough, even with the door closed. They’ve been married for over two years and Izuku still hasn’t learned that whenever anger or sass appears, it only gets him hot. Hotter. Crazier.

Clenching the cloth of his sweats, Katsuki growled under his breath, “Dekuuuu…”

Then the bathroom door slammed open to reveal an angry, pouty Izuku standing at the door. He sat up to get a better look at his husband. The plain white, oversized hoodie and black sweatpants would be boring if he didn’t know that underneath was his Christmas gift. The bright black heels Izuku wore at his feet were the only hint to what was hidden. “Fucking FINALLY! You ready?”

Taking a half step forward when he closed the bathroom door behind him, Izuku gulped and then took a deep breath before standing poised. “I-I will be.”

On the edge of the bed, Katsuki sat and waited for a reaction. About a minute passed before Izuku moved. Wrapping his arms over his reddened face in embarrassment, a classic pose Katsuki knew well, Izuku walked towards him and stopped an arms-reach away.

“Deku.” No response. “You hear me Deku?”

Ready for a fight, hands clenched into fists and eyes focused on him, Izuku wordlessly nodded. Katsuki loved that before-battle look.

Phone in hand, Katsuki hit ‘play’ as eager as the smirk on his face. The songs beat echoed, bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. Thanking whoever beings above that he lived long enough to witness this, Katsuki licked his lips when green eyes turned sultry, fluttering closed when hips swayed to the pulsing rhythm. It takes countless amounts of courage and trust to striptease in front of anyone, but Pro-Hero Deku is determination personified, even in the bedroom: A fact Katsuki is proudly and exclusively privy to know.

Unconsciously, Katsuki opened his legs when Deku walked closer with a hand reaching for his hoodie zipper.

Agonizingly slow, Izuku unzipped the hoodie and rolled his shoulders to let it fall down to the bend of his elbows. The reveal of skin quenched Katsuki’s thirsty eyes when Izuku the hoodie drop to the ground, exposing one-half of his holiday gift: A lacy black and orange bralette with a semi-transparent, fur-lined chiffon drape that framed his abs. The two orange X’s the bralette mimicked his Pro-Hero costume perfectly and it’s more perfect now that its in use.

Izuku raised his hands in the air as he carefully spun around. He let his hips pop to the left and right to the slam of drums. He shimmied out of his bottoms with the drums pounding hard and kicked it away with the tip of his pointed stiletto heel at the cymbals smash. Katsuki gulped at the sight of Izuku turning around to face him, confidently showing the completed ensemble.

The limited edition, copyrighted holiday-themed Pro-Hero Ground Zero lingerie official merch fits Izuku perfectly. The bralette cupped each pec perfectly and damn, the black thigh-highs and garters combo messed with Katsuki’s mind. It felt like a dream and if it was, he didn’t want the dream to end. The lacy black boy boxers looked thin; he could see the faint outline of his husband’s cock, and those shaking hips held him in a trance.

Fingers twitched, a tiny explosion sparked, but Katsuki remained still on the bed, sitting and watching the entertainment.

The shiny cloth of the long, thin, elegant gloves that are designed like his own gloves and gauntlets hugged Izuku’s arms like a second skin. Lights dimmed around them, the fight blush to his Izuku’s face could be seen when he traced up his neck. He bit the tip of his glove, yanked it off before he tossed it at him.

Before it could hit his face, the glove was caught in Katsuki’s grasp. He raised an eyebrow, but any remark he was going to make died at his lips when he saw two fingers slip inside Izuku’s mouth. Those wet fingers then trailed down trimmed abs towards Izuku’s cock but stopped barely a centimeter or two inside his underwear. The breath Katsuki held released when his favorite nerd sunk to his knees, both hands running through his hair, gripping at it playfully - like he was hinting at some hair tugging play when they both play under the covers tonight.

Halfway through the song, Izuku crawled towards him on all fours like a cat stalking prey. “Like what you see, baby?”

He didn’t know when he began biting his lip, so he stopped. “The sight ain’t half bad, you slutty nerd.”

The playful expression, Izuku’s tongue flickering out to lick his lips, made the corner of Katsuki’s mouth and his dick twitch. Hands on either side of Katsuki’s thighs as leverage to stand, Izuku rolled his body up, leaning in close to rub his chest against the middle of his legs. He knows Izuku felt the hardened excitement press against him when he stood back on those heels.

Keeping his hands respectfully away from touching those hips, Katsuki teased back by leaning his face closer, nose almost brushing against the small, silky boxers. Looking passed those boxers, above thick, sculpted thighs; Katsuki knew that something else was also hard.

His sweatpants tightened when Izuku turned around, went back on all fours between his legs, and presented his pretty round ass when he bent over to the song’s finale. He leaned his face away from that ass, embarrassed when the temptress show ended. Tone excited for feedback, Izuku asked, “Seriously, Kacchan, did you like it?”

“Passable.” Katsuki paused to make sure he would speak without stuttering like a fool.

Mouth hanging open in fake insult, Izuku repeated, “P-Passable? Only passable?”

“And I didn’t have to twist your arm, so you’d strip for me, you damn nerd. Was it hard?”

It was hard controlling his hands when those hips came closer to his face.

“Umm,” A little out of breath, he looked over his shoulder at Katsuki and admitted, “It kind of was? Emotionally it was hard.”

Tone bored, Katsuki repeated, “Emotionally. Hard.”

Turning around to sit on the floor, Izuku leaned his head on his husband’s knee and chuckled, “I don’t think I could do that again unless you paid me.”

“So, like a real stripper.” He foresaw Izuku smacking his barefoot at that, but Katsuki didn’t care because he was right...and also itching to do more than sit consumed with lustful desires. Izuku is already on his knees, so he might as well make use of that. “Tell you what, I’ll pay you the next time I want a private dance, but since this is my Christmas gift to you and I let you open it early, why don’t you open something else?”

“And what may that be?” The words were the only thing that played dumb because Izuku’s tone was eager and his right hand rubbed his inner thigh.

Tracing his thumb over Izuku’s mouth, Katsuki smiled, “And take off that dumb hat thing.”

“No, Kacchan. It’s part of the set.” Adjusting it in thought, he muttered, “Surprised it didn’t fall off. The hair clips helped then.”

The orange Santa hat with his signature ‘X’ design on it was cheesy, but whatever...Izuku made it look cute. The hat would be discarded to the floor very soon anyway.

“Don’t start muttering about that hat now too. Use your mouth for something else.”

“Are you going to ask me, Kacchan?” Leaning his face forward to slide his cheek inward against his thigh, creeping closer towards the goal, Izuku let his other hand squeeze the opposite leg. The left gloved hand rubbed his leg. “What can I do with my mouth, naughty boy?”

Out of all the naughty boys in the room that Christmas Eve, it was Izuku, that was the absolute naughtiest boy.

“I’ll show you who’s being a naughty boy, Deku.” . . Throwing the long glove at him was Izuku’s first mistake. Wrists crossed and tied behind his back, Izuku let out a muffled moan when Katsuki gripped his hair like a handle, pushing and pulling his head back and forth, mouth stuffed with his leaking cock. Lips stretched wide over the girth sliding over his wet tongue, pressing the tip against the back of the throat.

Eyes half-lidded to a close, Izuku weakly looked up at those intense red eyes watch him. Head bobbing fast, mouth open wide, Izuku squeezed his trembling legs tight as he succumbed to the pleasure of being taken like this. It felt good and Katsuki grinned when he saw those blushing cheeks become a little wet with tears - he was close. Katsuki groaned at that tongue lapping up his twitching vein at the underside of his cock, gripping onto those green locks of hair tighter.

The naughtiest boy liked the taste of his precum slipping down the corner of his mouth, moaning again as Katsuki fucked his mouth. “You like the view, Deku?”

At the question thrown back at him from before, Izuku groaned, closing his eyes with fluttering eyelashes as if he was in heaven.

But before Katsuki could cum in his mouth, he ripped himself out of that fucked-out mouth and grabbed his Izuku by the waist, tossing him onto the bed.

Izuku yelled at the rough treatment, bouncing on the bed with his body facing the stars. One stiletto heel flew off Izuku’s foot when Katsuki crawled over him with kisses trailing up those black thigh-highs and garters. Teeth pulled at the garters to snap it against the skin, causing the other man to yelp. When lips worked their way over the damp lacy cloth barely restraining Izuku’s own leaking desires, Katsuki chuckled and pulled them down. The second heel fell off when Izuku lifted his legs to help his husband remove them.

Shiny, pink, lips giggled at him. “This lovely gift of yours so far is...passable.”

Shutting up the nerd was easy when three fingers fucked his twitching hole, and only moans and gasped filled the air. A trail of lube slipped down the middle of Izuku’s ass when Katsuki stretched and curled his fingers inside. Mouth pressed against the skin of Izuku’s neck, Katsuki whispered, “This passable enough? Orrr-”

“A-ah! K-Kacchan!” He pressed his shoulders onto the bed, lifting his hips high when his fingers hit the right spot. Unable to cover his mouth, hands still tied at his back, he cried, “Right there, Kacchan! Please, I want you!”

“Please? Want me where?”

“F-Fuck you, Kacchan! I-I want you inside!”

So much for no bad language on Christmas.

Thighs spread open, Katsuki pulled his fingers out and pumped himself, spreading the excess lube over his length. Positioned and ready with an ankle in each hand, Katsuki bent over Izuku and pressed forward. Hard. The instant satisfaction at being consumed by that tight heat of that ass made him almost cum inside Izuku, before a single thrust. Izuku moaned at the sensation of being filled so fast, but those hips fought to move, wiggling, pressing up to meet his pelvis even more, despite already being balls deep.

Pulling out, cruelly slow, Katsuki whispered, “My gift still passable, you shitty Dekuuu~?” He didn’t wait. He didn’t let his Izuku answer with words, and gave him what he wanted - pushing back inside.

They chased for what they wanted together. Katsuki admired the sight of the crooked bra at Izuku’s chest; crumpled from the bent position he was in, his legs spread, ankles now crossed around his waist. Hips rose to meet each thrust and words of praise fell from those lips - always praising Katsuki in awe, filled with love that’s always been there in one way, shape or form. The force of his thrusts made Izuku words escaped alongside gasps, “A-Ah, so good! Kacchan is so a-ah, so good! Amazing! Ah-Ahh Kacchan’s cock is amazing!!”

The heat at Katsuki’s face burned at the words and sweat dripped down his face, falling on Izuku’s chest. To his embarrassment at those encouraging compliments, Katsuki nosed one side of the soft bralette higher and bit at a nipple, making the other man’s body tremble harder beneath him.

Still, those words of flattery tickled his chest.

Closing his eyes tight, Katsuki sat back on his heels with one last thrust and emptied his cum inside. Breathlessly, chest heaving from the exertion, Katsuki watched the end of his dick twitch, filling Izuku’s insides to the brim. Little beads of cum oozed from the sides of his Izuku’s stretched out hole.

With Katsuki’s name whispered at his lips, Izuku followed him, come squirting across his stomach. . . Katsuki lay naked on the bed above the covers with arms behind his head and eyes closed, content with the world. The warmth of the room felt good against his damp skin and the sweat was something he didn’t care to wipe off at the moment. Pulling the blanket over his husband’s exposed waist, Izuku sat up slightly to scoot closer and cuddle against the man resting shameless and bare at his side. “Kacchan, you’re ridiculous. Cover yourself a little.”

Opening one eye, Katsuki half-glared down at the man. “I’m hot.”

“You are very hot.”

“Ughhhh, you’re so cheesy. It freakin’ hurts.” Katsuki smirked when Izuku relaxed over at his side and placed a cute peck of a kiss to his cheek. “Merry Christmas...Izuku.”

After placing another quick kiss to Katsuki’s lips, Izuku pulled away slightly to whisper, “Merry Christmas, Katsuki!” Then kissed him again just as fast before flying off the bed, blanket floating like a cape around his shoulders when he moved to fish something from under the bed.

“The hell?!” The sudden movement got him gasping before sitting up to grab at the blanket, when the nerd’s butt shook from side to side, fighting to reach whatever was hidden under the bed. “Watch it!”

Bouncing back on the bed, Izuku held a snowman decorated gift and held it out like an offering. Head bowed low, he yelled, “Time to open my gift to you! I-I think you’ll love it!”

“Ehh?! Now?!” It’s almost three in the morning, but Katsuki was amused at the over-enthusiasm. Maybe, at the back of his mind, such enthusiasm...about heroes, about anything, when the source of his Izuku’s enthusiasm is himself, Katsuki loves it the most. Keep those eyes on him, Izuku. He grabbed the gift, a little too rough, but those green eyes remained sparkling up at him like stars filled with happiness. Wrapped like a burrito in the blanket now, Izuku wiggled closer when Katsuki pulled the ribbon off.

“I just know you’ll love it!”

Skeptical, Katsuki laughed. “How confident of you. Well fine. Let’s see what geeky thing you got from me at Hero-Con.”

Wrapping paper strewn around them, Katsuki stared in disbelief at the matching, equally limited edition, and copyrighted holiday-themed Pro-Hero Deku lingerie official merch in his hands. The set came along with black thigh highs with the bottom feet-part that looked like Izuku’s red shoes and black heels.

He was speechless.

“Maybe tomorrow…” Holding up the partially see-through crop top and a bralette, Izuku excitedly leaned in close with sparkles in his eyes. “You can show me your moves, Kacchan! It is Christmas after all! You won’t let me down, right?”

To Be Continued?

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by AnonymousTwit

Or A shamelessly self-indulgent story about friendship, giving, and accepting that you've become a better person.

Words: 11982, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

#aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #eraserhead #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #fanfic

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kawaiikichi · 4 years

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Midweek Progress Post (12-25-2019)

Merry Christmas, you guys! Here is the midweek progress post for this week, which consists of BKDK and Game of Cat and Mouse! I didn’t get much time to work on anything else besides those things because the holidays are hella hectic XD

Excerpts are under the cut!

You’re the Only One For Me (BKDK one-shot):

As Shouto turned to leave, Izuku grabbed the hem of his shirt. Shouto turned, looking into Izuku’s eyes. His expression screamed “Please don’t leave me here.”

He sighed, moving in towards Izuku.

“You need to do this, Midoriya.” he said.

He reached down, squeezed Izuku’s clenched hand lightly, and released his hold on his shirt. He then gave him a thumbs up.

“Good luck.” he told him before heading out of the bedroom.

“Wai—“ Izuku watched as the door closed.

Izuku began to panic.

Oh god, what do I do now?! I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle this, he thought to himself.

He bit his lip as Eijirou spoke.

“So...how have you been, Midoriya?” he asked.

My Secret Santa Asked Me Out (BKDK one-shot):

“So, you’re Midoriya’s secret Santa, then?” he asked.

“Glad to see you finally figured it out, you fucking genius.” Katsuki bit out sarcastically.

“Man, you sure are lucky, buying a gift for the person you’re head over heels for—” Eijirou hardened himself just in time as a blast was sent in his direction.

“Finish that sentence and you die.” Katsuki snapped.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing you. But you do realize that you’re going to have to reveal that you’re his secret Santa, right?”

“Like hell will I do that.”

“But you kinda have to.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” Katsuki looked at Eijirou. “You’re going to write that confession note for me.” he said.

“Huh?! It’s your confession note! Why do I have to write it?!” Eijirou exclaimed in shock.

Game of Cat and Mouse (Saiouma fic):

“What are you trying to imply, exactly?”

“What do you think, you annoying little abortion? I’m sure your brain knows how to think.”

Kokichi glared at her, realizing what it was she meant.

“Why the fuck—”

“Guys, please calm down!” Keebo looked back and forth between Miu and Kokichi. “Why do you guys seem to start bickering each time his sex life is brought up?!” he asked.

“Hmph!” Miu crossed her arms over her chest. “Because it’s irritating me! Why the hell do you have to continue with this shit?!” she barked out.

#kawaiikichi #personal #midweek progress posts #midweek progress #bnha #bkdk #bakudeku #danganronpa v3 #saiouma #oumasai #game of cat and mouse #merry christmas!#12-25-19

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Midweek Progress Post (12-4-2019)

Hey, you guys! It’s kawaiikichi with the midweek progress post for this week. It’s more Bakudeku along with Love on Aisle Four, Game of Cat and Mouse, and a sneak peek at some of the requests I’m working on!

Previews (including an NSFW one) under the cut!

Senpai (BKDK one-shot):

“Senpai...!” he whined.

Katsuki tugged on Izuku’s nipple as he rolled his eyes up to meet Izuku’s, which were filled with lust.

“Yes, Deku? Is there something you want?” he asked.

Izuku nodded in response.

“Oh? Like what?” Katsuki asked as he squeezed his erection lightly.

Izuku whimpered, bucking his hips up more.

“Senpai, don’t tease me like this.” he said.

“But I’m not teasing you. I really have no clue what you want.” Katsuki said.

He withdrew from Izuku’s nipple and moved in towards his ear.

“What do you want, my precious Deku?” he asked.

i’ll always love you to infinity and back (BKDK one-shot):

“You know Midoriya loves you, right?”

“Of course I fucking know that—”

“Then, don’t keep doubting yourself, man! That’s simply not manly!”

Katsuki stared at Eijirou as he continued.

“My god, I have never seen someone love someone else as much as Midoriya loves you! You’re all he ever talks about whenever we meet up! You’re all that’s on his mind! He loves you so much that I’m pretty damn sure he’d be ecstatic to hear that you want to marry him! And also, while you may be a ball of anger at some points, you actually are a decent guy with some great qualities! You’re good-looking, you have a soft and caring side, you always do the right thing, and your cooking skills are out of this world! Midoriya would be crazy to turn down your proposal!” he shouted.

Katsuki blinked once. Then twice. Then he opened his mouth to speak.

“What kind of pep talk is that...” he grumbled.

“The best kind!” Eijirou chirped.

Love on Aisle Four (Saiouma NaNoWriMo fic):

“I think he likes you too, Ouma-kun,” Rantaro said.

“What?!” Kokichi snacked Rantaro’s leg. “There’s no way! He’s straight! How could he possibly like me?!” he exclaimed.

“I thought Twinkhara was bi,” Miu commented.

“Forget that, I truly think he does like you. He was watching you like someone who’s in love,” Rantaro explained.

Kokichi’s heart skipped a beat.

Like someone...who’s in love?

Game of Cat and Mouse (Saiouma fic):

“Saihara-chan!” he declared as he skipped over to him.

“Ouma-kun…” Shuichi trailed off as Ouma approached him.

The pungent scent of lavender vanilla hit Shuichi’s nostrils as Ouma’s lips curled into a seductive smirk.

“Hey there, Officer.” he dragged a finger along Shuichi’s chest. “Have you come to arrest me?” he asked.

“Huh?!” Shuichi exclaimed.

“Well, you see, I’ve been veeeeeeeery bad recently.” his fingers climbed down to Shuichi’s belt loops and he hooked his fingers around them, pulling Shuichi close so that their hips were pressed together. “So, you should handcuff me and punish me accordingly, Officer.” he purred.

Christmas Clubbing With You (Saiouma “So...looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh” for redes22):

“So? Don’t you think this is better than that dumb high school reunion?” Kokichi asked.

“I wouldn’t call the reunion dumb...” Shuichi trailed off.

“But, isn’t this better than being there?” Kokichi asked as he took a sip from his beer.

“Well...”

“Well?”

Shuichi reached for his beer.

“I guess it’s better than the reunion.” he admitted.

“You guess?” Kokichi huffed out a sigh. “I’m gonna make you regret saying that you guess.” he said.

An Emotional Christmas (Saiouma “You know I could never leave you alone on your favorite holiday” for Anon)

“Aren’t those our Christmas gifts? What are they doing here?” he asked.

“It’s here because we’re going to open them.” Shuichi replied.

“But why?”

“Because it’s Christmas, obviously.”

Kokichi bit his lip.

“But...” he wanted to continue, but stopped himself.

“But?” Shuichi said, eyeing his boyfriend curiously.

“It’s nothing. Don’t mind me.” Kokichi said.

Seduce Me, Santa Baby (Oumasai “All I want for Christmas is you!” and “Did you actually get a Santa suit?” for waywardflapprunebonk)

“That. What are you wearing?” Shuichi inquired.

“Oh! You mean my outfit!” Kokichi stood from his seat on the couch and twirled around for him. “What do you think?” he asked.

“It...it looks good on you.” Shuichi said, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Nishishi! I knew you’d like it~” Kokichi said.

“But still, you weren’t lying.” he eyed Kokichi up and down. “You actually got a Santa outfit?” he questioned.

“I sure did!” Kokichi chirped.

Shuichi sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I can’t believe you...” he trailed off.

“Well, you better believe it.” Kokichi twirled some hair around his finger. “You want me to sing a number for you?” he asked.

There You Are, In My Dreams (Saiouma “Did someone spike the eggnog?” for just-a-random-shipper-passing-by):

“Weeeeeee! I’m flying!” he declared.

Ugh, someone end me, please, Shuichi thought to himself.

He hiked up the last flight of stairs, finally arriving at the fourth floor. He made his way down the hall as Kokichi sang a pop song to himself, giggling and hiccuping every other word.

“Which one is yours again?” Shuichi asked.

“Room Fuck You.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi glared at Kokichi as he dissolved into raucous laughter.

“Be serious here!” he complained.

“‘Be serious here!’” Kokichi mocked.

Late Night Lights (BKDK “You’re cute when you’re freezing” and “I may die if it gets any colder” for rikuzoldyck):

“Hey, Kacchan?” Izuku spoke.

“Yeah?” Katsuki answered.

“This isn’t so bad. Sneaking out of the dorms and doing things like this.” Izuku smiled. “It’s like a date!” he chirped.

Katsuki nearly choked on his hot chocolate. Izuku rose his head to look up at the blond.

“You don’t think it’s a date?” he asked, flashing him his best puppy dog eyes.

Katsuki stared at Izuku, swallowing. A furious blush made its way to Katsuki’s cheeks as he spoke.

“Of...Of course it’s a fucking date! What else would it be, Deku?!” he barked out.

Sweetness on Your Lips (Amamatsu “Merry Christmas, you dork!” for Anon)

“Ah, you have some dough on your cheek, Kaede.” he said.

“I do?” Kaede questioned.

“Yeah, come here a minute.” he said.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, his lips connecting with her cheek. Kaede blushed furiously as Rantaro licked the dough off of her cheek. Once he withdrew, Kaede’s hand flew up to her cheek.

“What in the world, Rantaro?!” she smacked his arm lightly. “Why did you do that?” she asked.

“It was to get the dough off your cheek.” Rantaro replied.

“But you could’ve just used your hand to get rid of it...” she trailed off.

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” Rantaro asked, sticking his tongue out teasingly.

#kawaiikichi #personal #midweek progress posts #midweek progress #bnha #bkdk #bakudeku #danganronpa v3 #saiouma #amamatsu #love on aisle four #game of cat and mouse #requests #n*s*f*w content #12-4-19

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