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oshiawaseni · 1 year

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My sibling, who is an anime only said they would not be surprised if BKDK became canon considering the depth of their relationship, their interactions, and their character development regarding each other ... despite how Bones added in Izuocha scenes and cut out some critical BKDK moments in most of the seasons so far... And, seeing how one-sided the "love" is between Izuocha, which I believe is deep admiration as of reading the manga- I have to say I agree.

Izuocha, is fine on the surface but is unhealthy. Izuku would not pay attention to Ochaco they he would need to if they were in a relationship. And Ochaco only saw "Hero Deku" rather than all of "Izuku", which would cause her to unknowingly encourage Izuku's reckless self-sacrificial behavior.

BKDK is different because not only they know each other beyond the surface level, but they also have their sights on each other and the mere presence of their partner inspires them to become better and stronger people at heart because they have genuine love for each other...

I honestly do not understand what is in the Dudebros' mind other the fact that they are lacking emotional intelligence and critical thinking... but I will just enjoy what they are missing. (Sorry for rambling...)

Hi anon! Sorry it took me a bit to get back to you (reason in tags). Let me just reply to your ramblings with some ramblings of my own :)

I actually really enjoyed Season 6. The only thing I faulted Bones for, was creating that jarring opening that made out like Ochaco was the hero of the retrieve vigilante Deku mission (which sadly only fueled izuochas more on mhatwt), when it was 1000% Katsuki's doing and there is one panel which proves this beyond a shadow of a doubt.

See this? Who is the one standing in front of Shoto and Tokoyami, addressing the whole class? It's Katsuki! Not Ochaco! She was seated with everyone else. This is why it's so frustrating when they say she was the reason Izuku was brought back to U.A. That arc was all about Katsuki's feelings for Izuku and wanting to return his smile.

He was even so worried he lost sleep over it, wondering where Izuku was, if he was okay… he must have stayed awake in bed, thinking and thinking about Izuku and how he could get him back. Katsuki was used to Izuku being by his side, and it was the first time Izuku had willingly left it. It provided him clarity about how important* Izuku was in his life, which only made him worry even more. (*see also: crucial, vital, imperative, watch me emotionally die slowly inside if you aren't around me anymore.)

Katsuki losing sleep, at a time Izuku was not sleeping was such a symbiotic soul mates power move Hori added in for flavour. I love it SOOO freaking much. There are no lengths this man won't go, to prove how in sync they are with each other, how much they need each other, the empathy they share with each other, even on a completely spiritual level where they share in each other's sufferings, *without even knowing it* such as right here, just like Katsuki wants to share all of Izuku's burdens so that he's not crushed by them.

But with that said, though Bones really dropped the ball on the opening (and 5 previous seasons...*ahem*), there were a lot of curious changes that happened in season 6 that I did love, like Izuku dropping the "tachi" in his sentence which turned his line into "He hurt the person I love…" (instead of people)

and as we saw more of these additional changes Bones made, it got us wondering, did Hori have some regrets with the manga that he was unhappy about and wanted their romance to be more obvious? Was it only natural to get anime viewers up to speed before season 7, because they were going to find out through manga spoilers that Katsuki and Izuku are actually in love? I'd like to think so.

Changes I remember off the top of my head:

Reaching out for little Izuku's hand during Katsuki Bakugou Rising

Katsuki waking up and thinking "Deku…" and remembering his Rising sacrifice and being still hurt from it.

Izuku waiting until he was in Katsuki's arms before he apologised, which made their words of "I'm sorry" and "I know" more intimate and personal to each other. Like Izuku needed Katsuki's forgiveness the most, and Katsuki needed to let Izuku feel that he understands him the most.

Izuku's little "Ka-..." (the English dub did not catch it but I know other dubs did) as he was passing out, which made the entire hug scene feel so much more romantic.

"I'm gonna say your name when I wake up" vs "I'm gonna say your name when I fall asleep." BkDk: Always on each other's minds. All the time.

And one of the most interesting changes of all…

So get this, Ochaco gets a hand hold grab in the opening which canon-wise holds about as much weight as an "illustration" … and in the actual anime content, she grabs his wrist area instead of his hand like in the manga. Making her hand hold IN THE CANON CONTENT so impersonal. Almost as if to make up for the horrible opening they made. Why this was done still remains a mystery to us today… but I hope it's because Horikoshi asked them to make Izuocha stop being seen like a couple, and more like the friends they are.

And then, about the "brothers" "friends" comments antis love to make about bkdk. Well yeah, they're coping. In fact, Hori has shied away from labeling them friends several times when he could have! "Midoriya-kun is our friend" says Iida - with multiple people from the class, including Ochaco, presented in the panel… and Katsuki is nowhere to be found.

Or like when sAFO called Katsuki "Izuku's closest person" (motto mo naka ga ii) where it would have been WAY more natural to call him "shinyu," aka, "best friend." But that's the thing, Hori runs away from calling them friends like it's the plague LMAO

Really makes you wonder… was sAFO (I'd rather just call it AFO at this point because it's his personality being dominant vs Katsuki) alluding to hidden romantic feelings Izuku hides for Katsuki that his secret gaydar quirk picked up? Could be. In a way, at the time it happened, it felt to me like Horikoshi himself was talking to us through him, telling us very explicitly, "You're damn right. They're gay."

Either way, skirting around this label for them is being done on purpose by Hori. Like his hidden way of saying "Yeah they might be acting a bit more like the best friends they were always meant to be as kids, but their feelings for each other are not 'friendly' AT ALL. Because platonic friendship is not where these two are headed." And there are STILL hidden feelings they haven't managed to say to each other yet! The content Horikoshi has been itching to draw for YEARS that he is finally getting to. All that soft bkdk romance we've been waiting for is coming SO SOON!!! and I am HERE for it anon! 🔥

2023 will forever be known as the year of BkDk canon... these are very exciting times. <3

#asks #bkdk canon #kana writes #bakudeku #I had to write this almost completely twice over bc tumblr editor decided to delete my whole post XD fun (and I was so frustrated I'm sorry #this ask was getting a bit long so I will stop here but all your ramblings about bkdk were true anon you got a good understanding of them!#togachaco anon I'll try to briefly answer you soon but look for my togachaco meta it's not that far down on my blog - though...#my feelings are still a bit conflicted now because #I am coming around to the jealousy/envy theory as well so it's anyone's guess however what I will say is that OCHACO HAS REALISED THINGS #and those things WILL be revealed #And it's most definitely not going to be she's got a crush on Izuku #but I will write about what I WANT to see happen soon as a lover of shoujo myself :D (it just might not be what will actually happen...)

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obsessive-dumpling · 1 year

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Alright, I've been sick and my brain was soup, so this is a little late, BUT-

I can't help thinking about the season finale and how anime only's must be processing the contents of season six.

Despite well reasoned fears, Bones handled this season with great care towards bkdk. For those of us who read the manga, that was our focus this season: seeing how Bones would handle it. Because we already knew what was coming. We had that content for over a year, and now were just seeing it become animated. But for anime only's, the story had "changed".

We have to consider the average watcher. Most people don't start a show over from the beginning every single time a new season comes out. Hard to imagine, I know, but you have to factor that in. Because for people who passively watched MHA up to this point, this season was their turning point. It's when the story stopped having any airs of light heartedness.

If you go back to the beginning and watch now, you see all the signs, you see the foundation Horikoshi set, you see the subtext. But if you were just mindlessly watching the latest popular shonen anime, you might not have seen all the foreshadowing- for the overall plot or for bkdk.

And if you didn't see it coming, then there's no buffer. The break between season 5 and season 6 was lengthy, and a lot of people discounted season 5 thinking it was slow and weird and off, when really it was just setting the stage. But again, if you didn't see that coming then how do you react to season 6?

All of this brings me to my point. Horikoshi wrote a story that calls out all sorts of societal and political unease. He wrote about every type of discrimination under the sun and has set a foundation which his characters can stand on and call out issues in our real everyday lives. Racism, homophobia, corrupt leadership, individual selfishness vs. serving a community, lack of support for the disabled, and so much more. And we've seen that. But for a lot of people, they are just seeing it now. And it is the average watcher that these messages need to reach the most. And I can't help but wonder- did it? Is it? Is it reaching them?

The reason I love MHA so much, is because, at the end of the day Kohei Horikoshi, looked at the world and didn't like what he saw. He was just one person and didn't know if he could change anything but decided to try. He took the darkest parts of our world, turned to his art and tried to speak to that darkness from it. He had no idea what would happen. Now he possesses one of the top shonen series of all time, his reach is vast, and people are listening.

You might look at bakudeku and think it's just another fanatical anime ship. But these boys, and the rest of the characters as well, are standing at the edge of history.

Representation within media has power. We've all been influenced by media whether you want to admit that or not, whether you see it or not. I promise you your life has been more touched by media than you could possibly imagine. And it definitely has not been for the better. This is how discrimination proliferates. But now we have a series that aims to give us something new, something a lot of us have never had before. Hope.

And damn, I hope it reaches them.

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mamuttuth · 6 months

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So, um, I can’t sleep last night because my mind was occupied with particular thoughts. And, well, I write it.

Hope someone like it or not, it doesn’t really matter now, cause I light my brain pulling it out. So, it a short bkdk story, before their graduation. Idk how to call it. Maybe

Late kitchen talk

Okay, so here it is. If you will have some thoughts, welcome 💬

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It was a peaceful night, the graduation ceremony less than a week now and all students of hero class 3A ready to go into the big world of pro heroes. Their last exams ended yesterday and they all pass it with ease. After so many bumps and tears on their way to become a heroes it was a beautiful calm time where all their troubles now seems like nightmares that are in distant past.

Izuku Midoriya standing alone in a dark dorm kitchen with a mug of warm herbal tea trying to drift himself to sleep. The aromatic drink slowly did its job, relaxing tense body after intensive training. His green emerald eyes look through the kitchen window to the backyard of their dorm without focusing on anything in particular.

A slight rustling caught his attention, he turned his head towards the sound and find the one and only Katsuki Bakugo entering the kitchen with sleepy eyes.

“Hey, Kacchan” he greeted didn’t want to startled him.

“Can’t sleep?” ask the ash blonde moving towards kitchen counter grabbing a mug to pour the water for himself.

“Actually, I just finished my training not so long ago, so, um, getting ready for sleep now” the greenett answer slowly sipping his tea.

“If you want there are some herbal tea in teapot, still warm, probably” he offered the drink to Katsuki.

“I’m good” he politely declined taking a big gulp of water.

“Still training so late, you should know it’s not good for you, nerd. Good rest is also important.” slight concern could be heard in his voice.

Even after those three years in hero course Izuku trained himself twice hard then most of his classmates. Nothing can stop him to become a greatest hero.

“Can’t help it, you know it, Kacchan, like nobody else” the sheepish smile find a way on greenett features. The ash blond with crimson eyes only humms for reply.

They stood in dark kitchen some more in silent until it was broken by the last one.

“What are we?” his voice was quiet like a whisper. It was a random question and Izuku trying to process it turns his head towards Katsuki.

“What do you want us to be?” he questioned him instead of answering.

The ash blonde close his crimson eyes and deep inhale in thoughts. They have a live-long complicated relationship. Bump and rough path. Childhood friends, bully and victim, rivals, and now they are some sort of friends? They both have a strange feeling about each other in their heart, they both sense a deep connection to each other, but they can’t wrap their minds about it. Do they want more than just friendship? Do they want to be a partners? Hero duet? Oh, if that tho they would be unstoppable team. Or maybe just maybe they are both want something more from each other.

“I really don’t freaking know for myself, but I know as heck that I want you in my life. We know each other almost our whole life, I can’t imagine future without you by my side. I know it sounds freaking crazy and selfish from me, but I mean it, Izuku” the crimson eyes now wide open and look in green emerald pulls with determination in voice. The freckles cheeks tint with light blush the darkness of night hide it from soft crimson gaze. He always look up to Kacchan, always admire him, he was and he is his imagine of victory. Do he want more from him?

The green eyes look down to his mug with already cold tea on the bottom of it and scared fingers fiddle with ceramic handle.

Izuku’s voice was timid as he was scared of what he was about to say.

“I have the same thoughts about you, you know. I don’t want us to be separated”.

Silence took over the dark kitchen again, all you could hear was the calm breathing of two people and distant sounds of night from outside. After another long moment Katsuki put his mug down on kitchen counter and reached out to take Izuku’s mug. The green eyes glanced up to reached hand and extended his hand to give him his mug. Their fingers brushed lightly and this are a weird feeling in their stomach.

“Can I hold your hand?” the ash blonde simply ask after putting down their mugs in sink to wash it later. Emerald wide pulls look up quickly in deep rubys on soft face. Freckles cheeks now warm and prominent pink. He startled when he replies “Um, s-sure” extended his scared hand to Katsuki to take it.

Carefully the ash blonde took the large scared palm in his and lightly squeezed it. He eyed every scar and scrap on it running his thumb over the back of greennet’s palm. It feels almost relieved, like it is the most valuable prize in his life. And memories of their past flood his mind.

“You know, I dream about that freaking hand constantly. After that day when I felt from that damn log, when you reached this hand to me. It’s hunting me in nightmares sometimes” he suddenly feels how that scared hand tense in his grip. Crimson eyes glance up at the greenett, he didn’t mean to scare him. “Heck, didn’t mean to scared you” he says reassuring. “What I mean is that I’m so freaking regret that I push you away from that damn day. I was egotistical and arrogant brat and I regret my past decisions. I’m sorry, Izuku”

The greenett relax and cups the ash blonde’s hand with his other hand.

“Thank you, Kacchan, but you don’t need to apologize to me for that, I already forgive you long time ago” he beam at him. “And you already apologized for your past, I don’t hold a grudge against you, never will be. You are so amazing and strong, Kacchan, if so I will be your number one fan when we graduated. You will be the great hero, Kacchan, no doubt” his bright smile illuminate dark kitchen and Katsuki almost squeezes his eyes.

They stayed there staring at each other’s eyes hand in hand and no one wanted to take a move to disturb their peace. But nothing is eternal.

The loud yawn leave greenett’s mouth and one hand trying to covered it.

“We should probably go to bed now” suggests the ash blonde feeling that sleep has reached him too.

“We should” flutter open green eyes replied.

Katsuki turns towards staircase and tug Izuku with him. They slowly climb up to second floor and when the greennet was about to say his farewell, the crimson eyes boy tug him higher with himself. Freckles cheeks heated up with new portion of pink blush but he didn’t complain or says anything against it. He trust Kacchan, he knows he won’t hurt him in any ways. They reach fourth floor and Bakugo’s door. The latter quietly opens revealing neat and tidy dorms room.

“Can you stay with me tonight? I won’t do anything to you, freaking promise” crimson eyes boy says reassuringly, he squeeze large scared hand lightly.

“Of course, Kacchan, I’ll stay with you” the greenett smiles brightly to him. It feels unreal at that moment, he would never have thought that this amazing young man with spiky ash blonde hair and deep ruby eyes would hold his hand so tenderly with soft gaze toward him. And that rare treasure smile on his face is worth a lot.

They entered Katsuki’s room, door close with quiet thud.

The ash blonde lead him into his bed, the mattress sagged under their weight. They lies there face to face still hand in hand on their sides carefully watching each other under duvet cover their shoulders.

Crimson eyes close and forehead touch the green mop of hair “I could be anyone you want me to be” he whisper to greenett.

The latter one put his free hand on ash blonde’s cheek and gently run his thumb over cheekbone. The green emerald shut close by eyelids.

“Then be yourself, Kacchan. I won’t you to change” his soft voice lull him to sleep. “I promise you, we will stay together, side by side. Wherever fate takes us”.

“You better”.

They lies on the ash blonde’s bed quietly, slowly slipping to peaceful sleep. Their minds and hearts calm and steady, tomorrow they will talk more, but right now they’re enjoying each other’s company.

It was a rough long path, but they heading to bright future together and that is enough for now.

#bakugo katsuki #izuku midoriya #mha #fanfic #mha fanfiction #bkdk #mha bkdk #mha oneshot #mamuttuth fanfic

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kedsandtubesocks · 11 months

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iiiiii wanna hear about YOUR selfships 💖💗 ((this is a no pressure ask)) ilyilyily

NEMEA?!? I AM ABOUT TO CRY A NEW OCEAN FOR YOU!!!! I love you more pls 🥺

Okay so…if I break this down by fandoms I have a few lmao I’m sorry!!

🧡bleach - me&ichigo this was my first ever selfship before I even knew that was a thing, in highschool my best friend and I wrote novel length fics of each other’s selfships and would send them to each other and I still treasure those in my heart so much because ichigo was my Guy and I think he’ll always will be (I even have him under the tag of my ex husband lol)

🩵JJK - me & Gojo or my true reminder of how fast the mighty fall because I was a nanami girl and still love him but then gooj showed up and now I get feral over thinking about how he would be INSUFFERABLE about our height difference (I’m 5/5’1 sooo 🤡)

💗MHA - this one is SUPER indulgent and I’m already 🫣 posting it but it’s me x bkdk & THATS ALL IM SAYING LMAOO

And then I have two main ones in the p*dro fandom , (which interesting enough selfship isn’t as big of a thing there?? but of course I’m still gonna do it because Why Not™️ lol) but they are:

💛Me & Javi Peña from Narcos - aka my dream Texas husband who sings tejano with me in our kitchen and knows my favorite agua fresca flavor and loves to gossip with my grandma at the Sunday BBQ

And of course…my forever selfship

🩶Din Djarin/Mando & Me - okay I loved him entirely before but…when I went to Disneyland and saw the actual character of him walking around I legit felt my legs about to give out and even now I can’t look at the photos I took with him bcs I giggle and freak out too much as if I’m back there meeting him and THEN I got the stardew valley game mod that lets you marry him and hearing him call me his wife?? Yeah this is the selfship to rule them all and I can’t even fight it anymore lmaoOoOoOoO 🫠

But wowowow thank you from the bottom of my little snail heart for asking?? For wanting to know?? You are the treasure of my life 💐

(Also I realized our ship name would be Nemika and i can’t get over how cute that be??? 💖💕)

#I realize I forgot my haikyuu selfships but I have so many I can’t decide so I don’t wanna deal with that clusterfck LMAOO #Nemea if I could I’d share with you some of the donuts we got from our favorite bakery and I’d ever let you have my favorite sprinkles one #cause I love you that much forever and always!!!#thank you again so so so much 🥺💘#Nemea’s tag 🌸✨#all aboard the ss erika or aka selfship talk 🚢#asks and such things 💌

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reinaasmol · 2 years

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Is it the End?

#BKDK slight angst (Inspired by a thread I'm working on atm)

Mid-breakup, Bakugou can't help but wish he made an effort.

That he took time out of his day to watch old All Might movies with Deku, to eat dinner together, go on outings, to just hold his hand in public, literally anything.

Instead all he did was make excuses to not be around his bf, telling him that he was already out with friends, practicing on his drums, working out, shit doing interviews that high school Katsuki would have done anything to avoid.

All so that he wasn't seen as a 'simp'.

Ha, fucking hilarious isn't it? Because as soon as the words "I want to take a break' left Izuku's lips, Katsuki was on his knees begging for him to reconsider, to have one more chance, that he would do anything to make things right.

But Izuku just shook his head "Its okay Kacchan, I know I can be a lot...I just think we both need to think about what we both want out of this relationship going forward".

It wasn't okay, not at all. Turns out Deku had been at his apartment waiting, all day for Katsuki to come by, or to even send him a text acknowledging that it was the couple's anniversary.

Katsuki knew that it had been coming up, Kirishima had asked him about it the last time the Bakusquad had hung out

"What date was it again? The 8th or the 9th?" The redhead was looking through some old pictures on his phone can came across one where the couple was showing off their matching bracelets that they had gotten to celebrate one whole year of being together

The blond simply snorted and took a swing of his beer "Hell if I know, I don't keep track of that kind of shit."

His friend frowned at him and told him that was 'super unmanly'.

"Listen shitty hair, I've got bigger things to worry about other than remembering the date of first time Deku let me stick my tongue down his throat. He knows what he's dealing with by now" Katsuki had quipped back, feeling pretty smug as Denki and Sero snickered and heckled him over the frenching comment.

Now he just felt ashamed, remembering Izuku's red rimmed eyes and mournful expression. Truth be told, Katsuki held that memory close to his heart, recalling every small detail about their first date.

How Izuku had smiled at him all night and gently used float to let Katsuki kiss him at a comfortable angle right as they arrived back to the dorms.

This all started when Monoma called him a simp for holding Izuku's bag for him on a day when his arm was aching pretty badly due to an upcoming storm.

It had left Katsuki feeling embarrassed and angry.

Angry enough that he never offered to hold anything for Izuku ever again.

Time and time again, he got called a simp for doing anything for his boyfriend, washing his dish, holding an umbrella for the both of them, walking together, going on dates, fuck even tutoring Izuku suddenly became a 'simp' move.

Eventually Katsuki stopped doing anything remotely romantic for Deku and pulled away, telling the love of his life to just 'give him some fucking space'.

Well now he has it, all the space he could ever want. Now it was Deku who wasn't picking up his phone, or answering his texts

#bnha bkdk #bkdk #izuku midoriya #repost from my twt #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #heart break #simp!katsuki #breakup

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snowflake-of-destruction · 1 year

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❝ some say love is a river, me i say things that make sense ❞

Foreplay by Any Other Name Read about it and lovingly harass @bkdk-and-extras into making a full fic of it. I am not going there, despite what your eyes may tell you. Not two cakes. No cakes. One cake if you appeal to bkdk-and-extras. Some cupcakes

“Some say love is a river…” Ochako prompted, expression carefully neutral. Izuku had accused her in the past of leading him to wrong answers before with a pinch of brows or a frown when he began to speak. He took these quizzes far too seriously.

He usually did at least. Today, he was distracted, agitated, muttering to himself (though that alone wasn't atypical behavior), and tapping his fingers restlessly against the edge of the library table as he only seemed to half pay attention to the prompts Ochako threw out. "Some say love is a river. Me, I say things that make sense," Izuku sighed and tugged at his already disheveled curls. A few strands came free in his hands, and he gaped at them with a sort of betrayed disgust for a moment like he thought the hairs had jumped off his head themselves with malicious intent before flicking them to the floor, flipping the hood of his pullover up, and pulling the strings tight to forestall a repeat of that particular problem.

"No," Ochako corrected him unnecessarily, voice mild and impulse toward sarcasm suppressed, though she raised an eyebrow in invitation for him to explain any time he felt like it why he was as jumpy as an addict entering detox. "The answer I was looking for was: Some say, love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Next question." She flipped through the flashcards to try and find something juicy.

Izuku kicked her ankle under the table, lightly enough that Ochako couldn't be sure whether it was a signal or an accident. "That's not even a song he would like. I don't think so at least."

"You told me to give you unexpected ones this week," Ochako explained patiently. "Complete this verse," she pressed on in a monotone that even Shoto would have been proud of. "Tell me. Tell me what makes you think that you are invincible? I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure."

"Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable. Impossible." Izuku recited quickly, obviously impatient to finish. His leg was bouncing rapidly now, close to shaking the table. "Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade. And that one was too easy. We already covered Secondhand Serenade pretty extensively. Can we switch to inorganic chemistry flashcards now?"

"God, yes," Ochako breathed, relief palpable and life flooding back into her face as she practically dove for her backpack to swap out flashcard sets before Izuku changed his mind, praying that there wasn't some tattooed and pierced group of gravel-voiced newcomers called Inorganic Chemistry that Bakugo had dragged Izuku to see at a seedy bar over the weekend, and her friend--who she loved dearly and wasn't at all losing patience with--truly did want to study something that had actual bearing on their futures ("But Ochako, Kacchan is my future!" She could hear the whine in her head) or at least the end of their semester. They only had the private study room reserved for another twenty minutes. and there was a blacklight party going on in the main floor of the library thanks to the newest evening interns, Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari, selling the librarian on the idea that, to the new generation, a little noise and chaos enhanced the ability to focus, so alternating quiet hours during the day with Wild Library Nights would only bring in more patrons.

"Do you think I should just ask him out?" Izuku threw his weight back in his seat with enough force that his chair rocked up onto two legs, and stared at the ceiling like it would answer him instead of Ochako. "Would that be easier?"

Or would it just make things too awkward if Kacchan rejected him? Would he have to move out? Was it possible to get an emergency room swap in the middle of a semester on grounds of terminal awkwardness? The only person he knew of that was able to switch roommates without a waiting period had been stabbed with a fork. Could he ask how Monoma had gotten Hitoshi to stab him? Knowing Monoma, he had just unapologetically been himself. Wait. Sexual harassment. Kacchan could say he was experiencing sexual harassment and they could probably get new roommates. But did Izuku want that on his record?

"Oh honey," Ochako paused her rummaging to shoot him a pitying look. "You're way past easy now."

Izuku sighed heavily and brought his chair back down to four legs with a bang. "And some days it don't come easy. And some days it don't come hard. I'd Do Anything for Love. Meatloaf."

#izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka #bakudeku #foreplay by any other name au #ficlets #college au

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chocmuffinsscones · 1 year

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Bkdk fic idea that suddenly popped into my head

#slight angst #mention of character(s) death(?) #idk how to do this lol

Katsuki, the new inheritor of ofa, has been single for many years after the passing of Izuku's death. Everybody mourned for the loss of hero Deku, and thought Katsuki will have it hard to get over it. However, just months later, Katsuki let slip that he was happily married in a casual interview. At first, the public was both concerned and excited for his new status, especially the media, but tried as they might they never see or find out who the special person was. They then began to notice that Katsuki took up the former young ofa inheritor's habit of muttering, sometimes it was even more convincing that he was talking as if with someone/something than merely babbling.

At some point the media began subtly wondered about Katsuki's mental health and his private love life, though Katsuki always retorted fiercely in interviews that he was never better either physically or mentally, and that they should f#*% off from prying his privacy. Occasionally, rumours about Katsuki being delusional would spread too, but seeing how excellent he always executed his hero works would stamped out the doubt, momentarily, nonetheless.

It was true that Katsuki picked up the nerd's muttering tendency, although on the nerd's defence it was already a dormant habit Katsuki kept hidden well. Katsuki also didn't lie that he was in fact, living a happy married life. Even though he could explain it if he tried, he'd rather keep the special relationship only he and Izuku shared to themselves, of them being intricately bonded and reunited in ofa.

Izuku was only his now that no one could listen his annoying ramblings, his intelligent analysis during work, or his playful teases whenever wherever they were. Having Izuku in his head, living inside him, was both a curse and a blessing for his everyday reality of waking up to a world where "Deku" didn't exist anymore. He felt inherently happy now due to the closeness that otherwise they wouldn't be able to share if Izuku were still alive. Katsuki even selfishly thought of bringing this cycle to his grave if the world doesn't need ofa anymore, glad that towards the end of his life, Izuku would remain his and his only.

#bkdk brainrot #THE BRAINROT IS REAL TODAY #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bnha bkdk #bnha bkdk fanfic (idea)#slight angst #mention of character death #Pls ignore typos if you see one 🙈

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I HATE BAKUDEKU. (I don't care about hate)

(By Portals and Therapy)

Ok. So I know Quora is basically the haven for fighting about things like this.

And, my answer is yes. (It’s why bkdk is bad, but some people are saying yes and no, so-)

I haven’t posted in a while so I may be a little rusty but I believe I can come up with a decent argument.

A simple response would say, “because Bakugo told Izuku to jump off a roof” or “10+ years of bullying” and I’m not saying I don’t agree, but people are going to come at you for that.

Bakugo never said anything merely close to wholesome for more than 300 chapters. Or, basically 10+ years of Izuku’s life. 10 years. I’m sure you all know even 1 year goes by slow. Izuku, on the other hand, didn’t show much depression or reaction out of this, but he did cry constantly as a kid. Just because Izuku doesn’t break down or start going bonkers when Bakugo says something rude to him for the millionth time, doesn’t imply they should be romantically shipped with each other under the fact that Izuku is okay with the bullying.

The romanticizing of the both of them is my real problem here. Platonically, I’d be somewhat alright with it.

Another reason, they are minors. At least 16 or 17. Not to say that two people can’t date around that age, but the shipping of two 16 year old teenagers who haven’t had any serious romantic relations is a problem. Fictional or not. I’ve seen sexual things about this ship, and it boggles my mind how people don’t realize how young they really are. This may be a silly metaphor, but this ship is like shipping a dog with a snake. It just doesn’t work. On so many levels. In this case, Bakugo is the snake while Izuku is the dog. Izuku is kind, and good natured, and hasn’t done much wrong or out of line in his life. He’s innocent and doesn’t speak out much unless it’s something he knows his way around. In terms of relationships, Izuku needs someone who matches his energy and someone who likes him the way he is. Now, tell me, where in description of Izuku, did Bakugo match? Bakugo is loud and outgoing, and won’t take criticism or people who are against him. He is constantly going head first into dangerous situations. Bakugo needs someone who can calm him, but at the same time, be on his side. As well as match his energy. Izuku may try to calm Bakugo down, but there are far better people who do a good job at it. Izuku might agree with and understand Bakugo, but when they disagree, it gets violent and dangerous at times. Thinking about it, if they were in a relationship, it might as well be abusive. Bakugo pushes people too hard, and hurts the people who he may not even want to hurt. So, from where I see it, Izuku would get worn out and maybe even depressed after dealing with Bakugo in a romantic relationship. It took them over 300 chapters to even merely apologize, so a relationship wouldn’t last.

I haven’t even gotten to the shippers yet. The BakuDeku shippers are probably the worst influences I’ve ever seen. A majority of them are way too toxic to even talk to. But, I will admit, some of them keep to themselves. The ship has such a major influence on them, that they usually shove the ship down people’s throats, even to the point where they send death threats to the author. The fact that they will go above and beyond to get someone to believe the ship, and expect that person to just come clean. I have dealt with lots of BakuDeku shippers, and frankly, the evidence they have seems desperate. To a misinterpreted eye contact, to the colors green and orange next to each other, they are desperate.

Keep in mind, this is all coming from a person who has been bullied in and out of depression for almost 3 years. I’m sure anyone who was bullied for multiple years can agree and say that the dynamic between the two characters is commonly relatable. I never had anything close to romantic feelings for him in the 3 years that he mentally traumatized me. And by the looks of it, Izuku doesn’t have any romantic feelings for Bakugo either.

I’m also very confused about why BakuDeku shippers continue to say it’s canon, even when joking. As well as targeting the author, Horikoshi, and saying he wanted this. My Hero Academia is a shonen manga. Focused on fighting and violence. Shonen mangas rarely ever have relationships, not to mention gay ones. Horikoshi is so infamous, I don’t think he even knows that people are romantically shipping them. Nor would he care. I don’t think he, or anyone helping him with the series, has any time for shipping or any other mostly American thing. It’s crazy how people actually make assumptions like that about him. He lives in an entirely different country.

And most of them will say “the character development”

Right, so the character development that had to wait 10+ years, and over 300 chapters? It’s not enemies to lovers. It’s about a kid without a quirk. The character development, that might have changed Bakugou’s actions, but still can’t justify them being shipped? As I’ve said before, the character development between Bakugo and Deku was bound to happen. The series would’ve been extremely boring and probably not as popular if it hadn’t. The character development doesn’t automatically imply either character is gay or have attractions to one another.

That’s why I believe it’s probably not the best ship to be a part of. It’s not the healthiest relationship, and even now, they are best frenemies. In short, I just don’t see why two very different minors are being romantically and sexually shipped after several harsh years of bullying. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

(also, try not to severely spam the comments. I’m going to disappear for a while like I usually do)

#Bakudeku hate #Mha #Hate

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kisasan · 4 months

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me:*thinking no other mha ship will take over my life the same way bkdk does*

kudoichi:

#bnha #mha #bakudeku #bkdk #kudoichi #doomed by the narrative #doomed yaoi #help 😭#they took over my life/hj #they’re in love your honor #sobs and cries #i love them so much #they deserved better #do you guys think in another life kudoichi will be happy together?#🎤🎶 in another life I would be your boy…We'd keep all our promises…be us against the world!#cries uncontrollably

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mosaixe · 3 years

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hello bakudeku nation,, its been so long,,

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makeste · 3 years

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izuku looked so proud this episode! he's like "yeah look how much kacchan has grown". you love to see it

honestly the entire Joint Training arc is filled with enough positive interactions between the two of them to put the whole "bakudeku is toxic and abusive" take to rest for good imo. like, just off the top of my head, we have:

Deku nerding over Kacchan's winter costume

Kacchan paying enough attention to Deku to realize that something weird is going on with him

as a part 2 to the above, Kacchan actually caring enough that he goes over and asks what's wrong and basically demands that All Might and Deku fill him in

and to complete the trilogy we then have Kacchan clumsily trying to distract Deku by egging him on and trying to get another rivalry thing going (which totally works btw)

then at the start of Kacchan's match we have Deku being all "KACCHAN" and Kacchan being all "JUST WATCH ME DEKU!!"

and Kacchan taking a page out of Deku's book and using Win To Save, Save To Win (which is super effective)

and Deku being all "YOU LOOKED GREAT" and Kacchan yelling at him on reflex, BUT THEN stopping and sighing (the self-awareness!!) and actually having a normal (well "normal" by their standards lol) conversation with him, and once again egging him on to do his best

AND THEN (getting to spoilers now) Monoma insulting Kacchan during round 5, and Deku getting SO FUCKING PISSED that he UNLEASHES A WHOLE NEW QUIRK'S WORTH OF WHOOPASS BECAUSE THAT'S JUST HOW FUCKING MAD HE IS LOL YOU DID NOT JUST

and Kacchan being worried on the sidelines!! like wtf is happening that absolutely is not normal last he checked

and then last but not least, my favorite thing of all, which is Kacchan permanently joining Club OFA at the end of this arc, and helping Deku train, and being completely supportive of his new quirk. like, it would have been so easy for things to go in a completely different direction, with Kacchan getting jealous and insecure and spiraling into his inferiority complex once again. but he doesn't. instead he's just like "well okay so I guess the nerd can do this now then, I mean that's weird as shit but whatever, life comes at you fast, anyways we should test it out to see how strong it is." and then if anything, he gets mad because Deku can't just immediately use it as effectively as he wants him to be able to lol. like, it just doesn't get any more supportive than that, folks.

just, this whole arc is chock full of wholesome supportive bkdk content, and it's everything I could have ever hoped for, and absolutely worth the 90-something episodes/200-something chapters it took to finally get to this point. good things come to those who wait. and finally seeing it all in the anime now is just, [chef's kiss]. they're good kids Brent.

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha season 5 #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #makeste watches bnha #asks #anon asks #the jt arc is so highkey underrated honestly #there's so much great character content #it deserves more love

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Very angst BKDK: short fic.

The One Thing We Never Were

Izuku finally claims his second only victory sparring against Katsukis, a proud smile on his face as he sees Katsuki simply breathing on the floor in heavy pants, wiping the sweat off his face before his arm flops over. Izuku is grinning to himself, pumping his fist before he’s flexing his gloved hand to find that it wasn’t straining, just sore from all the punches he threw and took on it. He goes towards Katsuki to share his accomplishments, standing a few feet away from him with a little hop to his step. Katsuki looks his way at the movement at the corner of his eye but quickly goes to look up towards the ceiling of the gym in seeing Izuku approach him with a groan.

“I did it! I finally have full control of all of the users quirks.” Izuku says excitedly, fists at his sides as they shake up and down in happiness with a tired smile on his face. Katsuki tuts at the remark as if he had found it funny before he’s getting back up on his feet but says nothing more. Izukus posture falters a little as his eyes follow katsukis movements, realizing that the laugh that came from him had a hidden insult or disbelief.

“What?” He asks tentatively, red eyes snapping at him at his voice. “I-I know I took a lot of your time today for all this, but I am grateful for it! It’s because of you I mastered One For All and the rest of its quirks!” Izuku goes to compliment, thinking that maybe Katsukis loss of the battle, even though it was more like training, was taken personally.

Katsuki sneers tho as he finally stands, leaning back as he sways, cooking his head to the side as he pokets his hands in the blue gym pants.

“Yea, you’d be nothing if I weren’t here training your ass off from that quirk since the one who gave it to you can’t do it himself.” He says and izukus smile is completely gone, disappeared as his hands drop to his sides as he looks down. But, he doesn’t clench a fist or furrow his brows, he simply goes slack at the words that came from Katsukis mouth. So foul and filled with I’ll intentions.

“Just because you’ve finally learned how your damn quirk works, doesn’t mean you’ll be above me in any way. Just know, no quirk or a hundred, I’ll make sure you’ll never get to first place.” Katsuki adds and Izuku breaths a small huff through his nose as he looks at him, standing tall and confident.

“Where’s this coming from, kacchan?” Izuku asks. “We were just training… It didn’t mean anything except for me to get better at controlling my quirk.” Izuku gestures behind him to the middle of the large gym. Katsuki decides then to cross his arms to nod with a lick to his teeth.

“I’m telling you what I always do; that I will be at the top.”

“You say it like your trying to make sure I’ll never be able to have a chance-“

“Oh, you’ve had a damn chance!” Katsuki interrupts with a laugh. “You’ve had a chance. You were born with a hellish dream stuck in that damn skull of yours that would’ve never came true if it weren’t for that damn quirk you have!” Katsuki mocks and Izuku feels anger bubble up inside him at the implication of Katsukis words. About how he, a quirkless little boy, wanted to be a hero because they were the coolest thing to be and now Katsuki is practically shitting on him for the absurdity of such a though.

“You wanted to be a hero too.” Izuku states firmly, stating the facts and Katsuki nods as he leans forewords with his arms still crossed.

“Yea!” Katsuki says like it was an obvious thing. “But I wasn’t delusional enough to think that I would be able to make it without a quirk. I knew my future and that’s to be at the top because I had the power to do it, no excuses. I’ve had my whole life, deku— my whole life. And I’d be damned if you were the one to mess that up.” Katsuki shouts with enthusiasm as he throws his arms up in the air before pointing at the greenette standing a few feet away. Izuku is the one to scout, looking at the man like he was being hysterical, cocked brow with a questioning sneer pulling at his lip.

“So, what? The years when I was quirkless we’re just supposed to mean nothing to me? As if those 14 years of my life— dreaming of being a hero just like you— don’t count? Are you being serious right now?!” Izuku shouts, confused and upset about all that’s going down. Katsuki doesn’t seem like he’s having much fun, but he was definetly wanting to prove a point. What exacly it was, was a mystery Izuku didn’t want to find out.

“Because you got a fucking quirk, you numbskull!! Do you know how lucky you are?! The chances of the one person in the whole world, part of the 20% that doesn’t have a quirk that, even then, is a wannabe-fucking-hero gets to meet the number one of Japan.” A pause. “I was able to see my fucking future because I knew I could achieve it. But yours was a dream and because of it, it would be impossible for you to make it come true. It’s called a dream for a reason, you were just in the right place at the right time to make it close to possible.” Katsukis ranted out, panting from the earlier exercise.

Izuku seems he’s close to bursting in anger and sadness from those words, because he knows it isn’t how it is. He doesn’t know Izukus life, he didn’t live to be quirkless and in instances like these, Izuku wished he did. Even for just a day would satisfy him, push the guilt away and tell Katsuki “yea. That’s what it feels like, but are you going to give up?” It’s selfish and extremely immoral of him for wishing such things, but he’s only human, no matter how unique he was in comparison to the world of quirks. But, all he can do now, is laugh. Shoulders shaking as his lips wobble into a looped smile and chin raised high to hide his oncoming tears.

“You know, you’re an amazing partner when it comes to hero work, whether it’s training or your beating my ass to the ground when sparring. But even then, anything I do— anyone does!— you just find a WAY to- to make sure no one reaches your level of supremacy.” Izuku wipes his eyes with a watered laugh.

“And you know what? I finally get to have the freedom to tell you that you’re a real bad friend, kacchan. I just-“ he laughs again with absurdity as he looks to the side as if someone were there before turning back. “I just don’t think I’m going to be able to keep up with you anymore. Not like this.” He shakes his head as he looks at the blond, who looks like he’s about to just about ready to go for another session of sparring. He looks menacing with that look, so open and expressive, but not in the least bit guilty for Izukus words. Not like he had hoped for.

“Oh, so now we’re going to play the blame game eh? Is this what it’s come to, deku? Really? Are you accusing me for the shit life that you had because you were damn jealous of what others had? That’s a real low blow for the next ‘symbol of peace’ ain’t it!” Katsuki mocked, yelling as he finished.

“It’s not- I’m not jelous.”

“Well, then, you sure are a fucking hypocrite for telling me off for the shit you assume I did to you when I didn’t lay a fucking finger on you all these years, and then go off and say all of the things that I’m supposed to be. You have no right to come to me, spew shit and accusing me for it, and then go cry yourself to sleep because that’s the one thing that never really changed, didnt it?” Katsuki yells, echoing through the gym.

“You always tried to one up me but this is low, even for you deku.” He laughs with forced effort because even though he doesn’t care, the tension in the room just keeps rising. But like hell he’s going to stop.

“It’s pathetic” he all but spits. “And desperate for a someone who got everything he ever wished for with a snap of a finger. I worked for this. I worked to get into this school and prepared for it my whole god damn life! I didn’t dream, I did! I worked from when I first got my fucking quirk all the way up to today so yea, it’s gonna piss me off that all of a sudden All Might little trainee decides to come to me to become number one hero. And I do my god damn best but you’re being fucking insufferable deku but, I gotta ask cuz this conversation is going fucking nowhere…” He laughs and point a finger at his, shaking it in the air a few times.

“When we’re we ever friends?”

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Just pure angst.

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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kacchan, kaacchan, kaachan

— “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

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pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!izuku, pegging, jealous!reader, degradation, anal fingering, begging, crying, marking and biting, best friends(?) bkdk

word count: 6,520

a/n: I have transcended. im sorry, this is now my favorite fic. im... ohhh mama, I just froth at this idea so much, please if you aren’t so utterly disgusted by mommy kink or bkdk pray you read this. p l e a s e.

kinktober day 13 main kink: pegging | kinktober masterlist

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“I fucking hate them,” you growled, temples throbbing in your anger, fingers clutching your drink. “I’m going to kill Izuku and his stupid fucking Kacchan.”

You met Midoriya Izuku before high school. At the time, you had been a sweating, nervous middle schooler who was applying for Yuuei, who was sitting right next to him during the entrance exam. Despite the way your hands were shaking the entire time you were taking the test, and the way your stomach felt seconds from exiting your abdominal cavity and falling straight onto your lap, you smiled. You kept watching the green-haired boy next you continue to fanboy over the smallest of things.

Through this, you had also met Bakugou Katsuki. You had initially thought the two of them were friends, well with the rather weird nicknames they had for each other, and then the small disgruntled comment on not being able to work together with friends.

After being dismissed to go change out of your school uniforms, you had tapped on the green-haired boy. He was muttering a storm under his breath. He wasn’t much taller than you, and his green eyes were shot wide when you thanked him for making you less nervous. He didn’t say anything back to you, a red blush bright on his face as you wished him luck before racing off.

So on the first day of high school, on the fated orientation day, you had been surprised to see that Midoriya and Bakugou nearly fought. They weren’t friends, you quickly figured out, a small frown on your face as Aizawa-sensei dropped Bakugou from his capture weapon. It didn’t take much for you to become friends with the initially timid, but entirely confident Midoriya Izuku. The two of you were fast friends, and before long after watching countless times where Midoriya and Bakugou would be at each other's throats to only be okay within the next few hours.

It confused you entirely.

Eventually, one day on your way home together one night, you finally asked Midoriya.

Midoriya had frowned, his eyes looking out of the speeding window as he slowly explained his relationship with Bakugou to you. He explained that he and Bakugou were childhood friends, having first met when they were three years old. They had been good friends, best friends if it was possible to have one back then. Then, their quirks appeared, and Bakugou received endless praise and awe — it was a changing point in their relationship since Midoriya explained that he was a rare individual who only manifested his quirk within the last few years. So while Bakugou had never put him down for being quirkless, a single moment happened when they were about six years old, wandering in a gated woods area, and Midoriya went to see if Bakugou — who had fallen from a great height — was okay. From that moment on, something flipped inside Bakugou, and he lashed out. He smiled sadly, admitting without a lick of doubt that Bakugou was a jerk to him, a real asshole.

As if to save Bakugou from an ill opinion from you, Midoriya quickly imputed that Bakugou was still one of the lesser antagonizers he had in middle school and at the end of grade school. Most of his other classmates had been his bigger bullies. Still, because Bakugou was just different to both him and the school as a whole, the few times he antagonized Midoriya, it seemed to wave into ripples that turned into tsunami wave crashes. Midoriya had explained that he had gone too far in a single instance and that it still hurt thinking about it. He would like an apology from Bakugou but didn’t know how or if it would happen. After all, Bakugou hadn’t bullied or antagonized him at all for the last full year.

You had taken it all in, watching the small green-haired boy look both sad and determined as the metro pulled into your station.

“You still want to be friends with him, huh?” you asked, ignoring the people clambering out and in of the vehicle.

Midoriya had looked at you with wide eyes and his teeth bitten, swollen lips pressed into a flat line, his head dropping, “Is it weird that I do?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, moving to leave the metro, “A little, you guys definitely will have to put some work into it, but hey, as long as you know that he’s done you wrong before, I think you deserve to find out if you two can make it work again.”

That had happened at the end of your first month of school.

At the end of your second year of school, you had confessed your feelings to Midoriya Izuku, who thankfully, returned your feelings.

At the end of your third year of school, you had watched with bright eyes and a great smile as your boyfriend hugged his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki as the graduation streamers and confetti still swirled in the air. You and your entire group of female friends, who for the past two years had been trying to get both boys to confess that they were best friends with each other, seemed to have succeeded. They had obviously been friends by the end of the first year; both boys have gotten to speak on their many different feelings and thoughts at the end of the first year. But it had taken seven girls, two more years, and a late-night discussion between you and Izuku for you to figure out that no matter what happened with his relationship with his Kacchan, he would be at peace with it. He had chased him for so long, for such crazy lengths and obstacles that the moment when they found peace, he had accepted it.

But you knew what would happen if you had gotten the ever so annoying, permanent tsundere of Bakugou Katsuki to admit where the lengths of their friendship were at currently. You had guessed correctly because Izuku was absolutely sobbing as Bakugou hugged him. It could have been an awkward moment between them. The two of them never touched one another unless it was because they were roughhousing, training, or assisting one another in the middle of a fight. But your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend, entirely built and tall as he was now, blushing as he still does, scarred fingers and arms holding his Kacchan tight, the happy tears on his face rushing down his cheeks as Bakugou seemed to be blinking up a storm.

You have succeeded.

Best friends, you squealed internally, grabbing the girls and walking away to take some photos together. You had finally gotten them to admit that they were best friends again.

It should have made you happy, and for a while, it did make you glad to know your loving boyfriend was over the moon happy to have this small detail confirmed with him, but two years post-graduation, it was straight up annoying and made you somewhat... livid.

It started when your classmates began to whisper about how strong you were to let Izuku and Bakugou be that close. Then reporters asked about how you felt about the Wonder Duo’s relationship outside of the field. Fans straight up saying that they liked them better than you and Izuku, fans asking if you felt lesser than Ground Zero in Pro Hero Deku’s life. At first, you had always expressed your truths, you didn’t care what others thought because you knew the truth, but they must have been annoying you for so damn long that you were beginning to feel doubtful, just the tad bit anxious.

Izuku had asked if you wanted to go to a bar for a night of some drinking. Well, with the both of you not having work tomorrow, you had agreed. It had been a while since the two of you had been able to do anything. So a night at the bar the two of you frequented a lot was a great start to a long night the two of you were undoubtedly going to have if the lace panties under your skirt had anything to say about it. You thanked the gods of every deity every night for making your boyfriend such a stupid pervert that a single whisper of what you were wearing would have him turning red and stumbling out of the bar to get you home immediately.

Well, that was the plan.

But no, nope, nope, nope, nope.

In the middle of your flirting session with Izuku, who still could not keep up with your quick, slick tongue, his phone had rung. It wasn’t abnormal that it went off, he was an incredibly gifted hero, and with his recent sort of permanent team up with his Kacchan to form a hero duo, they were hot shit.

But it wasn’t a work call.

No, it took two seconds to figure that out because Izuku had placed his phone to his ear, his cheeks pink, and eyes sparkling as he immediately chirped out: “Kacchan! Hi!”

And just like that, your flirtatious mood had been stomped on and stabbed over into one of annoyance.

Your boyfriend was a hero otaku; that was something you knew the very moment you met him when both of you were merely fifteen. From that moment on, when your crush was formed on the excitable, blushing otaku, you knew that should you become his girlfriend, there would only be two people above you.

Midoriya Inko then All Might.

Both of those people were completely understandable.

Inko was the best mother in the world, and as Izuku’s most significant and first support system, you didn’t mind losing out to her. She was a fucking sweetheart, after all.

All Might was a slightly annoying one, but as your boyfriend's mentor and father figure, you understood. Plus, the scrawny man was also a sweetheart who flustered over Izuku almost as much as Inko did.

But, you didn’t and couldn’t believe that Bakugou ‘Kacchan’ fucking Katsuki would be challenging your place as third in the most critical person in Midoriya Izuku’s life. You wouldn’t sit idly by on it.

Taking another long, deep chug of the heavy in alcohol percentage drink in your hand, your anger seemed to be at an all-time high.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

That stupid fucking nickname seemed to pour like liquid gold from Izuku’s mouth.

Kacchan this, Kacchan that, Kacchan yes, Kacchan no.

You knocked back yet another fucking drink, slamming the glass onto the bar counter, demanding another one as Izuku’s deep stupid voice seemed to turn airy as he laughed at something Bakugou Katsuki said. Bakugou Katsuki, who didn’t ever tell jokes because everything he said was stupidly not funny and hated being not serious even for a single second, was making your stupidly thick, built, and strong boyfriend giggle like a schoolgirl. Izuku only laughed like that around you?!

Oh, fucking, no, you realized, your back straightening, your eyes blazing into Izuku’s side profile that still illuminated the deep, intensity of his blinding happy smile.

“Kacchaaannn!” Izuku suddenly whined, his lips pressing into a pout that wouldn’t form because of his stupid, irritatingly handsome smile. “That’s not fair!”

Growling under your breath, you grabbed the new drink presented to you by the bartender and began chugging.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

Kacchan, Kaacchan, Kaa-chan.

You spluttered, your head light and fuzzy with the inhibiting alcohol as you heard Izuku still rambling on the phone to his dumb fucking Kacchan.

‘Did he just?’ you thought, entirely unprepared for that name to whisper from his mouth.

Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan.

You stopped a broken moan from spilling from your mouth at that word. Despite the coursing alcohol in your veins and the way it typically made you hornier slower, that slightly whiny, entirely Izuku’s tone when he said what your horny brain to be interpreting as Kaa-chan, your panties became wet immediately.

“Izuku,” you breathed — almost whined — into his ear. Your chest pressed against his muscled arm—your mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his ear before biting down on his earlobe.

“Y-Y-Yes, y/n?” Izuku stammered, his face flushing, mind entirely lost at the feeling of your breasts pressing onto his arm and probably his stupid Kacchan’s voice in his other ear.

“I’m wearing those panties you really, really like,” you moaned softly into his ear, your teeth nibbling on his earlobe.

You never heard Izuku hang up so quickly on his Kacchan as he downed his drink and quickly followed after you, a puppy at your heels.

The two of you made it home, mouths pressing fervently together, fingers in each other’s hair and clothes. You giggled when you managed to push your much larger boyfriend into the door the moment you both managed to enter your apartment.

His scarred fingers had invaded the underneath of your skirt, already pressing his fingertips to the lacey fabric. He moaned against your mouth, his hands pervertedly gripping your full ass in his large, hot palms.

“Call me Kaa-chan,” you suddenly moaned, your mouth tearing away from Izuku’s reveling in the fact that he tried to chase after your mouth. It was at moments like this that being so much smaller than your skyscraper of your boyfriend helped — the third year of high school had made your entire male classmates grow an additional near one hundred centimeters, fucking ridiculous.

“W-What?!” Izuku spluttered, his eyes wide but still entirely glazed over with his lust.

“Kaa-chan,” you slur, the alcohol in your veins and his kisses on your lips, making your brain mush. “Call me, Kaa-chan, please!”

“I-I can’t? I’m not going to call you, Kacchan! T-That’s so weird? You don’t even look like him, and even if you did, I’m sure that would be entirely not okay! That’s Kacchan’s nickname, and for me to just use it in bed would make me think that I’m having sex with Kacchan, and I bet you’d agree about how not okay that would be! Imagine that! That would be not okay, but if there’s anything else you want me to call you in bed, although, you do have the best reactions to me whenever I call you—” Izuku rambled, his eyes searching the dark hallway for something to focus on. His face red with slight humiliation and his muttering tongue speeding so fast you could barely keep up with his sentences with your drunken brain.

“Not Kacchan,” you roll your eyes, your hands pressed to his side, trapping him between your arms — something that was a hilarious sight. “Kaa-chan, Izuku-chan, Kaa-chan.”

“O-Oh.”

You pulled away from the wall, your eyes bright with what you thought would finally be the tipping point in your biggest kink finding a spot in your sex life with Izuku.

But Izuku begins laughing, his head shaking quickly, the laughter so loud that you watch literal tears form in his eyes as he stands there. Your cunt suddenly feels dry.

“I-I can’t do that,” Izuku finally manages to press through, his hand on his stomach as small laughs still manage to breakthrough. “Oh, god, no, I can’t. I’ll always think of Kacchan when — if I call you kaa-chan.”

Your lips pressed together, anger flushing through your blood as you nod your head once.

“Fine.”

“Y-Y/n!” Izuku bawks, his eyes wide as he quickly understood that he hurt your feelings with that outburst of his. “W-Wait, I mean—”

“No need,” you cement over, lips pursed in your shaking anger. “Give me some time alone, please.”

Izuku can only watch with wide, tearful eyes as you guide him out of your apartment, and you don’t look at him when you close the door, too afraid of what those puppy dog eyes would do to you. You needed time after being laughed at like that; your pride demanded it.

It took less than five hours for you to forgive Izuku. He had stayed in the hallway of your apartment. Sitting outside of your door, waiting for you to message him of some sort about wanting to talk. You hadn’t precisely forgiven him, just wouldn’t allow your more often than not perfect boyfriend to be trapped outside, sleeping in a terrible position on your day off. So at nearly two am, your eyes refusing to close and fall asleep, you trudged to your front door and demanded he gets in or else he’d sleep in the hallway.

Izuku had looked up at you with tired, sad eyes, and your throat tightened as you looked away with a huff. He had gotten to his feet and walked into your apartment, kissing you softly as the door closed behind the two of you. Despite you having been the one to kick him out earlier, he carried you to your room as you began to cry again. He undressed to just his boxers, and the two of you cuddled each other before the both of you fell asleep, feeling slightly better.

Although you hated to admit it, everything was back to normal the following morning.

Well, that is until the fateful day when you were straddled across Izuku’s waist, his thick, long cock stretching you out as much as it felt that first time you fucked, riding him until his hands left bruising prints on your hips. You knew what made Izuku tick, moan, and go absolutely feral in bed; you knew him so well, and if the indicating throbbing of his swollen cock had anything to say, was that he was seconds from cumming.

Again, this was a fateful day.

His work phone suddenly screeched at the nightstand, and you both screamed at the horror.

What was happening?!

Not bothering to unmount from his cock, Izuku grabbed his phone and placed it to his ear.

“Hello, Deku, speaking!”

You pouted from on top of him, still rather pleased that his cock was still firm within you, and you watched his face, ready to send the blood in his cock right back to his head and get him out the front door if it was an emergency.

“K-KACCHAN?! THIS ISN’T AN EMERGENCY!” Izuku screamed, his face pounding red as his free arm collapsed over his eyes.

You were going to kill motherfucking shithead, Bakugou Katsuki.

Your eyes narrowed, and with the fury of being cockblocked by your boyfriend's stupid best friend in a whole new way, you began to shift your hips against his cock. Your hips rising and falling as you continued to fuck Izuku, uncaring that he was on the phone.

Izuku, never having been good at being secretive, let out a strangled choke and a moan, his hand thrown over his eyes trying to get a solid hold on your hips to keep you from fucking yourself against him. He froze, his face exploding with heat the moment you forcibly clenched around his thick length, “I-I-I’m at y/n’s apartment! Kacchan! NO! We were having sex!”

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was going to blab that secret out.

“We are having sex right now, K-Kacchan!” Izuku whimpered, downright hilarious of the brick wall of a pro hero could do. “Kacchan, that’s not fair! You called on my emergency-only phone! Of course, I was going to pick up!”

Red bled into your vision as you realized that Bakugou undoubtedly was talking shit about your ability to fuck your own boyfriend.

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned again, but you were far past the point of being okay with this situation.

Grabbing the phone from Izuku’s hand, you slammed the phone to your ear, listening to the chortling laughter of Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

“You fucking piece of fucking shit, try calling this number again without a proper fucking emergency next time, and I’ll kill. you!” you spat into the phone, your blood boiling as the laughter on the other side of the line stopped, only for you to be met with an irritated and challenge-accepted growl of Bakugou Katsuki, who was seconds from responding back with his own threat and challenge. But you hung up, chucking the phone into the corner of the room before setting your sight on Izuku who’s eyes and pupils were blown wide.

You couldn’t even begin to process that your words had turned Izuku on; you could barely feel his throbbing, twitching cock buried deep in your womb because your inner walls held a vice, unbreakable grip on him. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. You had finally heard that stupid fucking nickname in bed, and still, the way it was said and who it was for wasn’t for you, and you were absolutely frothing.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” you spit out, fury and animosity, your hips still slamming down on his cock, Izuku’s scarred hands once again reaching for your waist. “Is there any other fucking name you can ramble in bed?!”

Izuku cries out, his hips snapping up to meet yours, the echoing slap of your meeting sexes still not loud enough to tune out your angry, abhorrent thoughts.

“N-No?!” Izuku stammers out, confusion heavy on his tongue, and you know why, but you don’t care. “I-I-I don’t! What else am I supposed to sayyyy oh my god, baby! What am I supposed to call Kacchan?!”

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you smile slowly. You wait for green eyes to open and lock on you before your smile becomes cunning, altogether ferocious, and biting as your hand reaches out and grabs the curls at the nape of his neck. You yank on the hair towards you, watching as his neck arches, and you coo at the breathless gasp that spills from his mouth as your lips are at his ear, his cock threatening to slip out of your boiling cunt at this new angle. There’s a growl on your tone, your lips brushing against the soft cartilage of his ear. “Say Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan. Since you fucking want your damn fucking Kacchan so badly that you can’t even indulge in my little nickname, I’ll make sure to ruin the damn fucking nickname for you forever.”

You pull away, your hissing words sitting heavy in his ears as you slip off his cock and stumble to the closet for your toys.

Izuku lets out a needy noise, his breaths pathetic gasps as he looks at you and away, unable to fully comprehend just what you were planning on doing to him.

Slamming open the closet, you grab the plastic tinted box in the closet, throwing it open and grabbing three items.

One: your pretty green harness.

You had bought at a sex shop store you frequent whenever you were bored and alone. About six months ago, this particular sex shop had obtained rights to sell Pro Hero styled lingerie and sex toys. This harness was modeled after Izuku’s costume, and you bought it to surprise him with whenever you two got into pegging.

Two: the bottle of lube.

Also purchased from the sex shop. Apparently, it was a lube that was both super cold and hot — obviously modeled after Todoroki. It would start off as cold on the skin before warming up to temperatures that were guaranteed to make people shriek and moan like porn stars.

And last, but definitely not least, your ace up your sleeve: the strap on dildo.

At the same sex shop, they had released a limited quantity, a one-week available dildo that was nearly impossible to accept was a thing. Along their wall of many, many different shapes and sizes of dildos had sat seven limited dildos made from the cocks of pro heroes.

One of which being Ground Fucking Zero: Bakugou Katsuki.

You’re not sure what possessed you into buying it, but you did. The dildo modeled after Bakugou’s own cock was now something you possessed, something you hid from Izuku’s sight at all times. The cock was about eight, nearly nine inches, maintaining a fat, swollen head and base, with thick veins running through its length.

The dildo itself was completely minimalist, jet black with only the Ground Zero’s logo painted to the bottom of the curve, but if you were to do this, Izuku wouldn’t know it was his best friend's cock until you were done with him.

Throwing your legs through the harness, you turn your head to lock eyes with Izuku’s bright eyes that are taking in your every move. You fasten the ties, making them just a tad bit tight around your thighs and waist because you knew that Izuku loved seeing the divot in your skin.

Your eyes are peering through your lashes to look at him, your frown becoming a confident, biting smirk as you attach the dildo, immediately covering your hand with the cold lube before slicking up the silicone cock. Izuku watches you with shaking thighs as you climb back onto the bed, your eyes dark, dangerous, as your fingers drag down his toned and muscled calves.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees like the fucking good boy you are,” you growl out the command, your fingernails digging into his skin. “Show your cute fucking ass to your Kaa-chan.”

Izuku let out a heavy moan as his body quickly shifted over, he got up onto his knees, but he went a step further by pressing onto his knees, letting his scarred back curve beautifully for you.

You groan at the sight, Izuku's large, muscled ass on full display for you. His body trembles and shakes with every breath he takes and how his muscles are tight with his nervousness. His little asshole clenching and tightening at the air, undoubtedly ready to have you press the cock into him. You groan, your hand that's slick with the lube becoming warmer with the intended promise of the lube, and your grin when you grip his supple asscheeks between your hands, delighting at the way his flesh molds within your hands.

“You have such a pretty little ass, baby boy,” you moan, your index finger circling around the rim of his pert, tight hole. You lean in closer, your hot breaths spilling across his muscle that sends it spasming in its attempts to clench around nothing. “What do you want your Kaa-chan to do?”

Izuku stammers, his mouth unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as you lather your fingers in the cold lube, and without much of an introduction, you slide your slick, cold index finger into his hole. Izuku cries loudly when you move your finger inside of his ass, and you smirk at the sight of his twisted with delirium face before you. Eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as your finger dives into his ass.

“Does this feel good, baby?” you ask, finger curling deep within his ass.

He can’t find the energy to speak, but strangled noises of approval are made, and his hips shift back onto your thrusting finger.

You enter a new finger, stretching out his tight muscle even further, your two fingers reaching a further depth and more manageable pace than you had before. You grin at the way Izuku begins to fuck himself against your fingers, his asshole looking as if it swallows your fingers as your dildo ruts against his leaking cock. Izuku's chest collapses onto the mattress when you glide your free hand against both the dildo and his cock as you continue to finger his ass — a third finger eventually joining.

“God, your ass is so fucking slutty, sweetie,” you groan, absolutely obsessed with the pink haze on Izuku’s cheeks and the growing moans. “Is your Kaa-chan making you feel good? Kaa-chan promises that she’ll protect you through everything!”

Izuku spams, a loud cry of your name as your fingernails scratch at his walls, and his hips buck further into your fingers deep in his ass before rutting back into your hand, stroking his cock. You coo at how he is clearly enjoying it, chest-thumping with how he clearly wants more, and how you intend to give him more. A sadistic smile carved onto your face as his rambling begins to take shape begins to actually have meaning behind it except the whining, pitiful cries.

“You are!” Izuku finally manages to gasp, his ass slamming back onto your curled three fingers. The lube is now hot as it can grow, and Izuku is obsessed with the heat in his ass. “You’re doing this to me, y/n!”

You freeze, fingers freezing in his ass as Izuku once again refused to call you Kaa-chan.

Well then.

Freeing your fingers from deep in his ass, your upper lip curled into a snarl as you doused the Ground Zero dildo with the ice-cold lube, your blood roaring in your ear. It just seemed that you were going to have to take that nickname by force.

Slapping the lube coated dildo between the valley of his pretty, beautiful asscheeks, you grabbed his head of curls, snapping his head back so that his ear was a lick away. “Listen to what I’m about to fucking do, I-zu-ku,” you accentuate his name, your free hand gripping his slick cock, and fisting it slowly, your grip tightening whenever he tried to rut into your grip. “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear. Izuku freezes for a second, deep flushed red exploding on his face before he moans loudly, face burying into the mattress as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

“Kacchan…” Deku’s mouth fumbles, unable to find that distinction even like this, but that’s okay, you got time.

“Again, Deku,” you snap, watching as a shiver slams down his spine at the nickname, and you press the head of the cold, lube coated dildo against his ready, clenching asshole.

“Kaa-aachan!” Deku moans loudly, and you press the head of the black dildo into his ass, watching as his slutty little ass swallows the head without a single problem. His back arches further, and his ass shakes as you keep him from falling further on his Kacchan’s cock.

“Are you having that much fucking trouble distinguishing who’s fucking you right now, Deku?!” you practically seethe, your fingernails digging into his firm, plump ass before beginning to drag the cockhead away.

“No!” Deku sobs, his ass pathetically following after your exiting cock. “I’m not Kaa-chan, I promise!”

Oh, the golden words you’ve been looking for.

With a widespread, near-feral grin, you slammed the whole cock within him, not stopping until you couldn’t see the black of the dildo, and your thighs were pressed against his ass. The noises that spilled from Izuku’s mouth with sinful, lewd, and made you think for a second the hot and cold lube was in your cunt. His mouth continued to speak at a speed you couldn’t understand, his ass greedily sucking the dildo in with no thought to return it.

“I-It feels so good!” Deku cries, his ass slapping backward onto your strap. “Your cock is so good!”

“Damn fucking right it is, Deku,” you laughed, hands gripping his hips and with a determined show to make sure he knew just who the superior Kaacchan was, you began to rut your hips back up again his.

Your pace was a lot faster than Deku’s, thighs crashing against his ass with every successive pound of your hips. Deku, who’s always been so good about being responsive in bed, is crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. His moans are endless and delightfully loud, his ass slamming backward to meet your rutting hips, and you can't help but land a loud spank against his sweet ass.

“How is this feeling, Deku? Tell your Kaa-chan how your shitty little hole is feeling?” you laugh, your body leaning over his, your lips and teeth marking up his sweaty, scarred back with bites marks and hickies. “Tell your Kaa-chan how it feels to have your shitty asshole fucked like this?”

“It feels sooo good, Kaa-chan!” Deku sobs and you shiver at the power behind that stupid little nickname. “My Kaa-chan is making me feel so good, so loved! Kaa-chan’s cock is stretching my ass out so good, her cock makes my stomach and ass feel so funny, but I d-don’t want it to end!”

His back is arched, and his fingers can no longer clutch the fabric of the mattress, and it’s all overwhelming as you fuck into him faster, more demanding, with more intention to have him be yours forever.

“My precious little Deku looks so fucking cute when he’s crying for his Kaa-chan,” you pant, your thrusts becoming sloppier with your heightened pleasure, knowing just whose cock he was crying for. His stupid Kacchan could never do this.

The raw noises of wanton pleasure rip from Deku’s throat and his ass comes down to fuck back on your strap on with greater power, faster speed. You keep up, though, you have to prove your worth, you’ll fuck his brains out until the only thing he can call you is his Kaa-chan. You grip his hips, your knees shifting as you find a new angle, a better angle as you drill the cock in faster and further in, bottoming out in him with every stroke of your bucking hips.

“Fuck!” he screams, his knees almost wholly giving out on you as you drive against his prostate. The cock and angle you had quickly allowing you such a pleasure as you fuck into him faster. And upon the tenth slam against his prostate, Deku is shouting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Kaa-chan!”

Drool is pouring onto the bed, and you feel on fire as Deku continues to whimper, continues to cry your name, claiming that his Kaa-chan has never made him feel this good before. Your hands move from his waist and find themselves latched onto his curls and fisting his cock again. The power that hums through your body makes you see stars as he cries at the pain of having his hair yanked backward, and having your fingers press against the head of his weeping, pre-cum drenched cock.

“Oh, poor pathetic Deku,” you snarl despite the grin on your face, sweat drips down your temple, and you laugh. “Does your pathetic fucking cock need to cum? Do you need to cum while your Kaa-chan’s cock fucks you?”

“Y-Yes Kaa-chan!” Deku screams, his tongue falling from his mouth, his eyes dazed in his hysteria. “Yes, Kaa-chan! I want to cum on your cock, please let me cum on your cock!”

Your cunt throbs from your arousal and lack of stimulus, but the apparent slick in your lips that is slowly dripping down your thighs, makes your next train of thought seem worlds apart hot. The hand in his curls fists his hair harder, snapping Deku closer, making his back arch further. The hand around his cock pinches his cock head together, a pain you had discovered that never failed to get him to cum. And your hips, the hips that drove the Ground Zero dildo further into his tight, greedy asshole, slammed viciously and barbarically into his pretty little asshole.

Deku praises your cock again, his eyes fluttering shut as he cries for his Kaa-chan’s cock, and in a blind fit of victory, your lips press against his ear and whisper to him the truth.

“I’m actually fucking you with your Kacchan’s cock,” you admit, feeling Deku go rigid beneath you. “I know you know what I’m talking about, Deku. So yes, I bought it just to fuck you with it, and look! It’s Kacchan’s cock, but it's your Kaa-chan who’s making you feel so. good. with it!”

And with one last driving slam of Kacchans cock into Deku’s slutty, needy hole, you can feel his cock spasm within your hold, and the way his ass tightens beautifully around the dildo, and he collapses with a pitiful, pathetic: “Oh my god.”

Your hand is coated in his hot, heavy load of cum. You pull away from him, and you laugh, watching as Deku moves onto his back, his eyes fluttering with a million emotions as you bring your hand to your mouth and lick his musty cum clean from your hand.

“Now,” you cough, slipping the harness from your waist and thighs and climbing back onto his awaiting, still semi-hard cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock hardening back within your crazy soaked cunt. “Kaa-chan wants you to suck your Kaa-chan’s tits, and then you’ll be rewarded for being. So. Good.”

His eyes swim with uncertainty before he blinks, his hips rutting up to meet your cunt, and his mouth latching onto your needy nipple.

“Anything for you, Kaa-chan.”

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Bonus!

Due to Bakugou calling on Izuku’s emergency-only phone, Bakugou had come over with an apology dinner made for the two of you. You sat at the table, Bakugou sitting in front of you, Izuku, to your side in the square table Izuku owned.

Bakugou was already frowning, his body language trying to hide the apparent surprise that went through him when Izuku opened the door and greeted him as ‘Bakugou-kun!’

Had you known his reaction would be that pathetic, you wouldn’t have bothered to accept his dinner. You would have sufficed with that moment being caught on camera instead.

But no, Izuku loved Bakugou’s cooking, and you were now sitting here, glaring at Bakugou, who was glaring right back at you.

However, you knew Bakugou wanted to understand why his childhood nickname had suddenly been abandoned, and you had strategically placed Izuku’s favorite drink near the empty seat. Closer to you than it was to Bakugou because you knew that asshole was quicker than most.

“Oh, Kaa-chan, do you mind passing me my drink?” Izuku asked before flushing at the realization of what he called you in front of Bakugou.

But Bakugou didn’t notice, how could he?

Because both of you had made for his drink, and you just managed to snatch it before Bakugou did as you watched in evil elation as Bakugou quickly placed two and two together. Handing the glass to Izuku, you smiled, as he stammered out an embarrassed thank you.

“Sorry, boys, I’m actually needed somewhere tonight,” you lie, rising to your feet as Bakugou’s eyes rage with something you can’t name but love nonetheless. “I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll be back!”

You don’t let Izuku’s embarrassed begs for you to say deter you, your fingers grabbing your boyfriend by the chin before kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth for good measure as you look at the still, void Bakugou when you break away.

You don’t know what happens as you leave, but the way that Izuku’s less superior Kacchan snaps his name makes your toes curl with pleasure.

Oh, you really liked this.

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“Are you a fucking idiot?” he growls.

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But when he hears him he forgets it all.

“Are you there still?” Asks a voice, clear and never wrong. The only voice he wishes to hear.

“Always,” he says and it blows through his beloved.

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((smut-7037-1/1))

Here he is, a god, wanting a mortal.

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Neither seemed willing to look away in the tense silence that fell, drawn to one another as if by a thick and brilliant thread.

The boy viewed him thoughtfully, as though he recognized him from another life, as though he knew him.

It was odd—he felt the same way.

---

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Midoriya Izuku returns to a tribe long lost and forgotten to claim his rightful throne. At least, that's what King Katsuki assumes of him.

(p 2) One large, calloused hand spread sparks down Izuku’s chest, ribs, rested at his lightly bruised hip. Izuku knew fingerprints still remained from last time, and the last, and the time after that. He felt more like a dappled deer now, all those spots smattered across his thighs, ass, hips, wrists. King Katsuki was certainly a man who marked his territory.

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The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

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At the age of twenty, he leaves for Tayloria again, this time, to finally wed his fiance and cement the allyship of the two kingdoms indefinitely. Only, his fiance turns out to be the child he had met on his very first visit, a naive, idealistic young prince who wants nothing to do with marrying the prince of Lucia.

Good thing he just assumed Katsuki was only part of his fiance's entourage.

An arranged marriage between two princes aob au where Katsuki tries to abide by Izuku's desire for a natural romance to develop without letting Izuku know his true identity.

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There’s a boy stealing plums from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

Correction.

There’s a boy stealing plums, very badly, from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

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((series-smut-3 works-45236 in all))

Midoryia Izuku was born in captivity. He's never known the ocean.

His human carer Yagi-san tells him they're getting a new merman in the aquarium, one that they hope Izuku might like. Having been alone since his mother's death, Izuku is beyond excited to have a new mer around, but Bakugo Katsuki might prove to be too much. Or maybe he's just right.

fishy by warschach

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Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

home is where the waves crash. by tiredwrites

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Izuku thrashes in his cage, the fins that line his large tail flare with a dangerous purpose. The claws his fingers taper into slice through the water and catch the light that filters into the clear water of the aquarium tank he's in.

His gills flare in irritation as he flips around, muscled tail ramming into the three-inch glass barrier with a thundering BAM!

Bioluminescent sacs under clear scales flare and glow, flashing a brilliant toxic green. The team that had brought the merman into the tank watch the mer flail and roar, flexing the powerful jaws that can often unhinge, like a snake.

only the roses know by katyastark

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Izuku didn’t want to marry a foreigner. The person he wanted was here… somewhere. He didn’t have a face or a name to ascribe to his admirer. Only roses. For every name day and holiday since he was thirteen, he had received a perfect orange rose. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. The roses never failed to make him feel doted upon. It was their secret, and Izuku cherished it more than anything else in the world. He didn’t want to give that up for some stranger, for an alliance through a loveless marriage.

torn fur, blunt teeth by scribespirare

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After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

ignorance leads to bliss by nikawithspice

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A brave wandering adventurer swoops in and saves a beautiful prince from danger, gets dragged to a celebratory bonfire and has a night that he could only have dreamed of!

Or, the one in which Midoriya Izuku accidentally gets married to a Dragon Prince but wouldn't have it any other way.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bakudeku fics #bakudeku fic recs #bkdk #bkdk fic #bkdk fic recs #yeah

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