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darkkittyart · 1 year

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Famous MMA fighter Bakugou Katsuki 💥🥊 (being admired by his biggest fan, Ochako)

Inspired by the jaw dropping viral video of famous MMA fighter Miura Kota 🥊🫠🔥💥

#mha #bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bnha #kacchako #my hero academia #bakuraka #ochako #ochako x bakugou #勝茶 #miura kota #mma #kacchako fanart #kacchako au #uraraka ochako

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xskyll · 1 year

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“Todoroki-san…” Shouto had never cared about honorifics before, but something about Midoriya’s voice speaking his name with such careful, precise formality made him feel like he’d stepped into a fog of humid air. It was thick and oppressive and uncomfortably stifling in a way his quirk could never abate. “It’s not Ka—Bakugou-san—it’s not him I’m avoiding. I mean,” he bit his lip in the same way Midoriya did when he wanted to slow his speech, to ensure he took the time to choose his words carefully, “it’s true that it’s weird for me. It’s not just the cousin thing. Or, I mean, maybe it is, in the end, but it’s just…where I’m from, my Katsuki, he’s always protected me. So it’s odd, being near yours. I know your Izuku isn’t me, but…well, we’re similar, right? I think maybe we have to be. So I don’t like the idea that there’s a version of me out there that a version of my cousin could hate. But more than that…Todoroki-san, more than that, the person I’m avoiding is you.” “Midoriya.” He wasn’t sure what he was going to say and he wasn’t given time to figure it out before Midoriya was speaking again. “I’m sorry,” he said, gripping the edges of his jacket and twisting them in his hands. It was a nervous gesture he’d seen dozens of times, performed by hands that were rough and mangled and broken and nothing at all like the pristine hands he was now looking at. “I’m sorry,” Midoriya repeated. “It’s such an awkward situation. I sort of…I thought maybe your teachers, or your heroes, or whatever it is, I was hoping they would figure things out and this wouldn’t come up. But they haven’t and…I’m so sorry, but if I’m being honest, Todoroki-san, it really hurts to look at you and it feels unfair, because the others, they say I look a little different from your Izuku, but for me, you look just the same. You look exactly like my Shouto, so when I see you, it’s hard because…because in my world, Shouto is…he’s everything, Todoroki-san. To me, I mean. He’s everything. And I know he feels the same because he looks at me like I’m everything, so when I see you and you’re looking at me like you don’t like me, and it’s with his eyes—” “I do like you,” he interrupted. “Or him. Midoriya. The one from my world. He’s one of my best friends.” Midoriya smiled and any words Shouto had left to speak turned to dust in his mouth. Midoriya smiled like he’d been hurt. He smiled like he wanted to apologize for his own injuries. “It’s not that kind of like, Todoroki-san.” Understanding bled through him like a slow-growing stain, permanently altering the fabric of his person. “You mean…you and me…?” “Right. And so that’s why. A Katsuki that isn’t my cousin and a Katsuki that dislikes me…that’s odd and it makes me feel a little strange, but it isn’t something I can’t handle. But a Shouto that treats me like I’m only a friend…that’s more than I can bear. So please. I know I’m overexerting myself. I know it isn’t healthy to keep practicing like this. But right now, this is all I have. So please, Todoroki-san.”

Don’t mind me, I’m just back on my nonsense. Anyone who knows me knows I love Idol Izuku, so this is just based on one of the many daydreams I’ve had on that subject. In this one, a quirk accident causes Izuku to swap places with an Izuku from an alternate universe. This Izuku is cousins with Katsuki (thus the eye color change), has a quirk that is related to increased agility (which he uses for dancing), and is dating Shouto. In this world, there are no heroes or villains, but simply law enforcement and criminals. Quirks aren’t as strong or diverse as they are in the normal bnha world. UA exists, but rather than training heroes, it’s simply a renowned school for specialized career training. Izuku is in their music academy, under Hizashi. Shouto and Katsuki are in the law academy, maybe?? Katsuki wants to grow up to be Izuku’s bodyguard, lol. Enji is a professional fighter—sort of a quirk MMA type of thing—and he wants Shouto to follow in his footsteps. Shouto doesn’t want to. I’m thinking he might want to be a defense attorney. Anyway, I’m never going to write this as a fic but enjoy this little blurb!

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ratdesu · 2 years

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by @crushzone as part of @mybigbangacademia

pairing | midoriya izuku x bakugou katsuki rating | explicit, 18+ status | ongoing (ao3) tags | au (no quirks), aged-up characters, mma fighter!bakugou, physical therapist!midoriya, physical violence typical of combat sports, mentions of restrictive eating, mutual pining, angst, angst with a happy ending, reunion, reconciliation, getting together, service top midoriya, bottom bakugou, masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, eventual smut (tags subject to change) summary

As the indisputable middleweight champion, Bakugou stands at the pinnacle of MMA, a title he clings to fiercely as a question begins to circulate—one that strikes harder than a fist: just how long can he keep fighting? But retiring would finally reveal what he knows is waiting outside the ring. Midoriya is a physical therapist who takes pride in the recovery of his clients. After an early retirement from kickboxing when an injury saw him struggle through his own healing, he’s surprised to see a familiar name on his calendar. It could be a second chance.

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 25 days

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Elevator Exploits

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/evYwh2p by Idi_Dot_OtaLife Bakugou, an aging MMA fighter, and Kirishima, a fanboy and freshman university student, get stuck in an elevator — and big surprise surprise they’re extremely compatible. Words: 5232, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Frottage, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Age Difference, Strangers to Lovers, Unexpected Heat, Semi-Public Sex, Mixed Martial Arts, MMA fighter Bakugou Katsuki, College Student Kirishima Eijirou, Alpha Kirishima Eijirou, Omega Bakugou Katsuki, Panic Attacks read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/evYwh2p

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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dekubeanfics · 4 years

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Fix Me (A BakuDeku one-shot)

"It's Izuku," he said with an amused smirk. "And trust me, we haven't met. I would have remembered you." The doctor then stood and walked around his desk to a bookshelf on the other wall, gracing Katsuki with the sight of thick thighs and tight ass that seemed to barely fit into his slacks. But even the thirst trap of a view couldn’t distract Katsuki fully from the thought of holy shit did the hot doctor just come onto me?

“I feel like someone in your line of work sees all types,” Katsuki said carefully, pulling his eyes from Dr. Midoriya and leaning back in his chair in an attempt to seem casual.

“I’m a specialist, actually,” the doctor said, rounding Katsuki’s chair and coming into his view. He sat on the edge of his desk, looking down at the younger man. “Which means I have a very specific type.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #izukatsu #doctor izuku midoriya #MMA fighter bakugou katsuki #older deku #younger bakugou #age difference #but they're both adults #aged-up #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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Got MMA fighter Bakugou on the brain He’d be so ridiculously attractive also thinking about how Fighters tend to abstain from sex to build testosterone for their fights and how once he gets you alone after his fights he isn’t letting you go until his adrenaline and all the built up tension is out of his body , regardless of if he wins or loses he’s coming for you

i have an mma todobaku fic in the drafts i need to finish but i absolutely love mma fighting in general. lightweight champion bkg katsuki who's known for his unorthodox training methods. no sex, no stimulants until the fight is over. he's been reigning for ages now, and tonights no different

i actually have like? a list of characters who i think need sex to blow off energy unrelated to this (kageyama is at the top lol)

#return to sender #katsuki <3 #a.nsft

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monst · 4 years

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The Silence after sex

This is an answer to that one anon who legit sent me a blank ask it’s right here. (Apparently it didn’t let me answer it directly) But, Seriously -.-‘ I’m not sure if you did it on purpose or if it was an accident. How am I supposed to answer silence???? You know what since ya like trolling me so much I’ll indulge ya. So I looked at this ask and, thought okay silence hmm-

The silence after sex

All characters 18+

Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hawks (Takami Keigo), Fatgum (Toyomitsu Taishiro) Twice (Bubaigawara Jin) x reader (They are in that order if you wanna skip around)

Shigaraki Tomura

After he cums inside you, you’re both a panting mess of sweat and saliva. He takes his time to pull out and, immediately demands cuddles. It’s a peacefully silence; His arms wrapped around your waist as yours cradle his head running your fingers through his greasy hair. It’s soothing. It’s safe. When you pull him up, he can’t help but feel emotional, What with you pressing soft kisses on his forehead your fingers tracing the wrinkles around his eyes. He feels loved. It’s a new and odd feeling but he doesn’t hate it. And, when you feel him grinding into you again you can only roll your eyes with a smile. Because if this rat boy only knows how to show how much you mean to him by fucking the shit out of you then by all means you were going to let him.

How the silence broke:

“I Love you Tomura.”

“I don’t hate you.”

(I love this crusty man!!)

Dabi

After your well and fucked your out like a light. And, once your eyes close the smirk that was on his face drops and, he’s looking at your abused body. He’s burning with turmoil angry that he does this to you and, angry that you let him do it. He’s thinking of how beautiful you are and, how you deserve better than some street rat. Any other person wouldn’t call you defaming things or get off at making you cry. They wouldn’t spit in your mouth and use you like a urinal. He was bad for you. But the moment leaving you enters his mind he’s pissed because he’ll be damned if anyone else got to see you like this. You were his and as he dressed in silence his eyes never left your form. So long as you were willing to shed tears for him and, beg for his return he’d always be back. But in the meantime he was going to snap a picture of you and leave. He’ll wait for one of two things. For you to wake and call him or for you to text him that you never wanted to see him again.

How the silence breaks:

“D-dabi where are you? Why’d you leave?”

“That’s none of your damn business dollface.”

“….Okay be careful…and…..remember I love you Dabi. I’ll be waiting for you to come back so…. don’t die…Please”

(Kaz is a Dabi fucker……)

Bakugou Katsuki

He breathed in the scent of your hair as he held you flush against his hard body. His arms cocooning you protectively. He was in awe. He was always left in awe after he made love to you. You and, Bakugou never just fucked even when he was rough with you it was never mindless. You were the only person he’d every be vulnerable and open enough to have sex with. You were the only person in this world who carried a gold band on your finger given to you by the hero himself. He always thought of how lucky he was when ever you guys were snuggling in silence after sex. Today he was in a daze. After two years of marriage you were allowing him another part of your body. Your womb. His arms went down to caress your stomach the same stomach that will one day hold another little Bakugou. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head and, untangled his limbs from yours to get a rag to clean you up. You were already drifting when he came back a snort escaping his lips as he wiped off your drool. His lips coming into kiss you as he whispered-

How the silence broke:

“I love you so damn much.”

“Mmm”

(He’d be soft with his s/o afterwards and no one can tell me otherwise.)

Kirishima Eijirou

It was a silent morning. He woke up before you, wincing at the pounding of his head. It really felt like his brain was training to be an MMA fighter. He cast a look to your slumbering form a sad smile on his lips. You were undeniably gorgeous. You would also wake up with a hangover and, how he wished he could stay and tend to you when you awoke. But life didn’t work that way. He was just a booty call. A friend you called over to smash because another lover had broken your heart. Why couldn’t you give your heart to him? Why was he always reduced to a rebound? He let out a heartbreaking sigh as he pulled up his jeans. Once dressed he walked into your bathroom to pull out some asprin. His red eyes were shot tears threatening to spill over. Sex with someone you loved was supposed to leave you feeling happy and complete. But, whenever he and, you had sex he felt hallow, sad and regretful. Putting a glass of water by your bedside with the pills he ran his fingers through his hair. He knew the drill leave before you get up and come back when you called in tears….. But, he was done the post-it on the glass should be enough of an explanation. He was done with the vicious cycle and, next time you called he wasn’t going to be back.

How the silence broke:

Your sobs could be heard from outside of your apartment as you clutched the note to your chest. You had realized to late how wonderful Kirishima really was.

(Whoops…. This happened)

Shinsou Hitoshi

The smile on his face afterwards could only be compared to the sun. Bright and shining as your fingers traced shapes on his bare chest. You made him completely happy and, whether he was topping or not he was always left with a feeling of connection to you. You completed him and, thoughts like those ran wild in his head. Thoughts of how you’d raise little gremlins and, grow to be rocking chair raisins. His fingers came to stroke your cheek his lips parting in a soliloquy-

How the silence broke:

“Last night I dreamt of the sun….. it was bright, it was warm, and it was wonderful….. Her light shone upon me granting me warmth from the cold. Her luscious heat making me smile. She illuminated the grey filling up my heart. She brought warmth to my sheets, a fire to my soul, joy to my life and with that she took my heart. When she captured it, I thought for a moment why is it that sun chooses to shine for me? Isn’t the sun so breathtaking? Radiant?! Blinding?! Why…the sun?.. It brings life, it brings hope for a new tomorrow…. She brings me life, she is my hope for tomorrow….And I? I am her earth the one she fills with creations, with hopes and dreams. I am her earth that will never cease to spin around her. Even when I’m blue and dizzy my dance will be for her. But then I woke up…..I wasn’t dismayed because when I turned to the side she there was the sun right beside me.

(Shinsou is a poetic romantic! Change my mind!)

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

He was content with the silence. After years of unspoken attraction, it finally happened and if he was much happier than he was at that moment he’d burst. That’s why his face was buried in your stomach as he laid upon your legs. Your arms came down to caress his wings. Your fingers felt like heaven on his soft feathers that he could feel his arousal begin to rise again. However, it was a tender moment that and, he felt so comfortable. It was as if your arms were made to hold him and the thought had him drawing circles into your lower back. From your seated position you looked down missing his blissed-out expression as his sandy locks blocked your view. You didn’t stop threading your finger through his feathers and he wasn’t going to ask you to stop either. You stroked the red plumage until you felt him shudder. You paused. It didn’t look like it harmed him, so you repeated the action receiving the same trembles from the man. It was then that he made a sound and you couldn’t help but look down at him incuriously.

How the silence broke:

“Keigo? Are you cooing?”

“Roo.”

(If keigo cooing isn’t a thing it is now!)

Toyomitsu Taishiro (Fatgum)

Toyomitsu was scared. He wasn’t speaking and neither were you. Were you dead? Did he drown you in his cum? Oh Lord please don’t let that be the case. He could see it now ‘Pro-Hero Fatgum kills his girlfriend via oral!’ He was relived when he heard the audiable sound of you swallowing. Streams of his essence slipping past your lips as you were unable to swallow it all. Hell Fatgum didn’t mind he was more impressed with the fact that you could even take him in your mouth. When your eyes finally met his, he gave you a sheepish grin making you roll your eyes with a smile. You felt like a turkey on thanksgiving with how stuffed you were. Fatgum stretched your cunt beyond what you thought possible and, had filled you up so well that it was still flowing out. That wasn’t anything compared to how sore your jaw was and how full your belly was. He really took being a whole ‘meal’ to a whole ‘nother level. Toyomitsu knew he was a big man even without his quirk so he was quick to make sure you were okay.

How the silence broke:

“Ya scared me darlin’ thought ya died for a second there.”

“Ha. Ha….. Ugh I’m so damn full. Wipe that grin off your face!”

(He has so much lewd potential that I can’t even!)

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice)

He had pulled out a while ago a bashful look on his face as he looked down at you in your afterglow. His eyes took in everything from your frazzled hair to the light sheen of sweat that made your skin glow. He didn’t waste a single second and immediately took you into his strong arms cuddling you. You smiled brushing your nose upon his in a cute bunny kiss his stubble brushing against your chin. You ignored the scratchy feeling in favor of running your fingers down the scar of his forehead leaning up to press your lips upon it lovingly. Twice didn’t say a word. Although he ached to tell you how much he loved you and how happy you’ve made him he refused to open his mouth. He was afraid that after he said something to melt your heart, he’d ruin it by saying something rude. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. You who had completed his life. He had finally found a place with the league, comrades a family and, then you came in to complete the picture. You came in to love him all! Damn he loved you! So much. Maybe he should just say it.

How the silence broke:

“I love you (Name), That’s right my fucking bitch.”

“This fucking bitch loves you too Jin.”

(Love him!!! Love him please!!!)

(There you got 8 characters happy??!! Lmaoo you can totally tell who I follow with these scenarios that and there so damn self-indulgent but hey can you blame me? The ask was to make something out of nothing right? Right?!?!)

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midnightmoonkiss · 3 years

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i come in this nice 1st of november afternoon to put the idea of boxer!izuku into your heads 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

＜(。_。)＞ Did you.. did you s-say... b o x e r?

HOLD MY DRINK—-

ON GOD BRUH

BOXER IZUKU WOULD BE SO FUCKING HOT!!!

But like- do they use their legs??

I see boxer and i raise you MMA fighter Izuku😳 MAN LOVES TO LEARN

Holy shshiotot - he was one of those kids who watched WWE and ESPN and saw Allmight fuck people up and he was like- !!!!!

Rough housed with Katsuki a shit ton until cough

But Katsuki bullying him just made him fucking mad as hell- so he got his mom to get him fighting lessons?

Started punching a bag to ease his frustrations..

Once he became a teen- he was always at the gym- fighting people and just being a good sport if he won or lost.. still took notes! But just on different boxing and fighting techniques and moves he could try..

Like he prolly has a second for each body type- how to overpower big and buff, how to beat a lanky dude taller than him, that kinda stuff!

Smiles with a bloody mouth every time he loses and says gg

Eventually his coach was like- fuck son you could make a career out of this!

So he signed up for his first match under “Deku”

And he absolutely PUMMLED THE GUY

And the ladies were hOOKED because this sweet and innocent guy just went fERAL AND IT WAS FUCKIN HOT

He blows up quickly, and even Allmight acknowledges him!

He goes to see one of Dekus matches and he’s gobsmacked!!

This little fella is bonkers!

Allmight was looking for a reason to retire, and this kid was his reason! He retired and quickly became Dekus new coach!

I feel like Bakugou would do boxing on the side but his main job would be an engineer... hehe they fight the fuck outta eachother sometimes. Gets past frustrations out- in an unhealthy way..

Katsuki learns to not be ashamed of losing but to practice more. Then again, Izuku is practically a pro now!

He sobs when he makes it to the big time💚

HE LIKES TO USE HIS FUCKIN LEGS A LOT- HIS FANS HAVE PAGES DEDICATED TO HIS CALVES LMAO.

Ugh he becomes so popular- like bIGGER THAN JOHN CENA? Maybe almost like The Rock- minus the multiple movies 😂 man cannot act like that but he can do commercials. Makes cameos tho!

Bam! Hit in the face and a swift kick to the legs and he’s won??

Man is beyond intelligent it pisses people off which makes them sloppy and gives Deku an advantage.

BUT IZUKU IS SO HOT AFTER A MATCH?? If he isnt covered in blood.

LikE HES SWEATYS AND HIS ABS ARE GLISTENING DJFNDJKX

Plus hes super strong...

Definitely mains boxing but enjoys wrestling too😫

Once did a wrestling match and got cornered so he grabbed a chair and knocked the dude out with it.

Ugh he also does gymnastics... he’s so damn flexible and strong it isnt fair.

You caught him wearing a thong once after a match cuz his shorts were too tight during the match and he was just done with them for the evening.

AT LEAST HE WOULDNT GET AS INJURED AS HERO DEKU WOULD LMAO

#peppermint fizz #bnha #mha #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku #bnha x reader #rambles #deku x you #izuku midoriya x you #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bnha headcanons

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ao3feed-bnha-rarepair · 3 years

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Little Victories

Little Victories by bakugousimp818

On the day of their seven-month anniversary, Denki is finally ready to share a secret he'd been keeping. It would have been more suspenseful if his mate hadn't already known.

Words: 12059, Chapters: 2/4, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Hell Couple <3

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Midoriya Izuku, Aoyama Yuuga, Minor Characters

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku & Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Aoyama Yuuga & Kaminari Denki, Implied Aoyama Yuuga/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Kaminari Denki, Alpha Kirishima Eijirou, Alpha Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Beta Midoriya Izuku, Omega Aoyama Yuuga, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - College/University, MMA fighter Bakugou Katsuki, MMA Fighter Kirishima Eijirou, MMA Fighter Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, MMA Fighter Kaminari Denki, French Aoyama Yuuga, Sexism, Hate Speech, Title 9, shitty EX's, anniversary dinner, manager midoriya izuku, Coach Yagi Toshinori, Trustworthy Yagi Toshinori, Hound Dog is a dick, Monoma Neito is a Little Shit, Monoma Neito Being an Asshole, Denki is a feminist but for omegas, Gender Studies Major Kaminari Denki, Omenist Kaminari Denki, Mineta Minoru Being an Asshole, Kaminari Denki is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Collegiate MMA Fighting, Kaminari Denki is a Dork, Kaminari Denki is a Mess, Kaminari Denki-centric, Bakugou Katsuki Has A Crush, Eventual Smut, Oblivious Kaminari Denki, no beta we die like men

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30911468

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Bakukami #♥#Bakukami #Dekuyama #💣#⚡#⚣#R:M #A:Bakugousimp #College AU #ABO AU

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bakugoukatsuki-rising · 3 years

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*GASP* PROFESSIONAL MMA FIGHTER BAKUGOU AU!!!! There's already that boxing web toon series with the bakugou clone but katsuki definitely would be a world renown mma fighter.

I just woke up and my brain isn't completely booted up yet to know how deku plays in that life but it will be forever katsuki's destiny to be this in any au I come across from now on. 🦔

Deku would be like...either a coach or just a personal cheerleader lmao

No matter what kind of AU you put them in, you’ll always find cheerleader Deku

#bnha #bkdk #welcome to the farm #anon #asks #basketball idiot #basketball idiot replies #hedgehog buddy

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honeypirate · 4 years

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Trying out writing a fanfic idea I had ☺️

Bakugou in his mid 20s x y/n And OC Villain.

“y/n was always a late bloomer” your mother loves to tell people. She still held out hope that you could get a quirk even tho you’re in your 20s, you thought it was endearing. You always want to excel and be the best at everything and you still got into UA from merits alone and graduated top of your class, although you’d never be a pro hero it didn’t stop you from getting a job as a private detective.

You were pro at jujitsu and mixed martial arts. You were trained from a young age by your father who was a quirk MMA fighter. He never lost. When he met your mom, coincidentally in the ring, it was love at first sight for him. The fight ended in a draw with no major injuries and he wouldn’t admit it but he made it that way. He couldn’t really hurt her. He found a way to talk to her outside of the fight and they fell in love fairly quickly and quit the underground fights, moving away when they found out about the pregnancy. tho your parents never told you the gruesome details about underground mma quirk fighting you still had the internet. You weren’t dumb. You looked it up and learned about it anyway, most of it you already guessed. Fights to the death. High wagers. You thought your parents were badass. Which led you to become apart of your own underground fight club. Your parents and friends didn’t approve but since you were quirkless it wasn’t fighting to the death and so they stopped trying to convince you to change. You were the undefeated champion at 20. But now you’re 24 and focusing more on detective work than fighting. You still went to the same gym tho every day you could. Tonight was not very different than any other night except the time you finished. You stayed a lot later than usual, working out aggression and stress from the case you had now. A woman had come to you a few days earlier begging for you help. Her daughter was kidnapped but the police and hero’s weren’t doing much to help, she was from a poor neighborhood and they had other more pressing cases to deal with. Of course you took the job. Pro Bono. You saw the look of desperation and the small amount of money the woman had tried to offer you, but you refused to take her money knowing that it was all she had. 8 days of investigating and the only lead you had was a neighbor who said they saw two people walking down the street around ten at night, a woman with blond hair and a man who looked like he was wearing a mask, the mother didn’t even know who they could be. So here you were at the gym punching the hell out a bag full of sand, getting out all your stress and aggression so you can go back to the case with fresh eyes. By the time you showered and left the gym it was after midnight. You knew the way home you walked the same path every time, which is where you screwed up, you were caught in the alley you always take as a short cut back to your office from the gym. Three guys cornered you in the dark and before you could fight back one used his quirk on you. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t talk. You could only stand there and watch them. The one in front, you guessed the leader, approached you and you saw his face. Dirty and grimey. Your eyes widened as you realize who he was. Dr Filth. Newest recruit of the league of vilians. “Well well well. Look here boys seems like our patience paid off” this man smelled of cigarettes and whiskey and he was way too close to your face. His quirk was the one holding you, his eyes were all black and unblinking. Reminded you of how Erasure’s quirk works. Like he needed to be looking right at you for his quirk to work. You wanted so badly to poke his eyes out.

The two others, random thugs, had smug smiles on their lips and a look in their eyes that scared you as they came and tied your arms behind your back and tied a bandana around your mouth to gag you. You felt Dr Filth release you and he rubs his eyes. He leans down close to your face again “we know who you are girly. We know what you’re looking into and we’re here to warn you. Stop now. Before we come back an...” before he can finish you head butt him so hard in the nose and and break into a sprint. You just had to get out of the alley and to the grocery store at the end of the block. You couldn’t win without a quirk and without your arms to fight, plus you were spent already from the gym. You were almost there and then you were flat on your face on the pavement, your face breaking your fall and you could feel the blood pouring from your left eyebrow. You used the pavement to help get the gag out of your mouth and sucked in a breath to scream but before you could everything went dark.

Your head was throbbing, one of the worst pains you ever felt and you’ve had some nasty injuries before. You opened your eyes and for the first time you noticed something in the corner of your vision. Like a button. No a dial. No. A metal round thing the size of your palm. You didn’t know what it was. You weren’t sure you’re even awake right now. Blood clouded your vision. You reached out to the dial but you couldn’t touch it. The dial shot out at you and hit you in the forehead. You were dreaming. You had to be. But you could feel something else inside more like a control and it felt so powerful it scared you. Someone picked you up and then you knew you were knocked out. Your body was limp but you were still aware and felt like you were spinning as this man carried you. From his smell you could tell it was Filth and confirmed it when he complained to the others about his broken nose. You reached out to that dial thing in your mind, it was like a cold spot on your brain, you knew you needed to touch it and the moment you imagined grabbing it everything faded away, everything was still and calm. Like the whole world paused. It felt like it was just you in a white room holding a cold metal in your hand. As you studied this dial you realized there plus on the right side and a minus on the left, currently it was pointing somewhere close to the middle. Your heart beat throbbed in your ears as you reached out to turn the knob all the way over to the plus side but before you could Filth dropped you and you were gone again into the darkness.

Someone is screaming. You wanted them to stop so you could sleep. You were so cold and tired. So disconnected from your body you didn’t realized that it was your screams. It was the pain that woke you from the darkness and brought you back to your body. Pain from Filth dragging you up by your arms which were still tied up behind you. The pain of your shoulders behind pulled too far back and the pain from somethjng tearing in your left shoulder and tears pointing down your cheeks washing away the blood from your brow, now swollen closed over your left eye. He didn’t care about your pain, he was gonna kill you anyway because you broke his nose and to him you were insignificant and didn’t matter. You looked up from the ground and finally noticed what was happening. The other two men were taken down and in front of you was someone you thought you’d never see again. The familiar orange and green. The blond hair. “You” he whispered when you made eye contact. His face twisting in anger when Filth, using you as a human shield to hide behind, pulled your arms back again eliciting another scream from you as your left shoulder was pulled back even farther, he knew that was the one that was hurt the worst and wanted you to feel the most pain. “If you want her to live, Ground Zero, then I would suggest you stop” he sneered behind you and as he spoke he used his power on him. Bakugo couldn’t move. Filth pushing you down to the ground and you grunt in pain. The amount of pain you were in was slowly subsiding because of adrenaline and anger. With Filth’s attention now on Bakugo you slowly stand up as quietly as possible. You knew that this was your last chance and you just wanted to be done with this now. You made eye contact with Bakugo and he knew exactly what you thinking you nodded and mouthed “be ready” and noticed the look in his eye. Like he was impressed with you. Just for a flash and then it was gone. You took a deep breath and waited for the right moment, at this point Filth has gone into some stupid monologue about how he’s going to rise with fame being the one to take out number two hero Ground Zero. And then there it was, your window of opportunity, his back to you and his eyes on Bakugo and you ran. Right into him, tackling him and shoving him down to the ground and in the moment releasing his hold on Bakugo and in that same moment Bakugo punches him in the jaw and he’s out cold. All you can do is stand and watch as he ties up and blindfolds Filth for good measure. When he comes over to you and cuts your arms free you whimper in pain as your arms come around again and you cradle your left arm to your body. You look up into his eyes then and it feels like no time has passed since you both graduated. You softly smile when you see that look in his eye, one you knew well in school, one that looked like he could tell everything you were thinking. “Katsuki” you take a step towards him and collapse into him. “Y/n! We need to get you to a hospital” he scoops you up into his arms taking care of your left shoulder and he starts running. You stare up at him as he carries you, noticing all his features, how he’s older and more mature, feeling slowly more and a more disconnected from your body again, you reach up with your right hand and run your fingers through his hair. “I should have been more bold in school” you whisper right before passing out.

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If My Body’s Alive (1/5)

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is going to be the number one mma fighter in his league, and not even a loss at the hands of fucking Todoroki is going to change that. He just needs the right motivation. Thankfully, he gets Uraraka.

AO3

A/N: MMA FIGHTER AU? YES PLEASE! once again, thanking @a_sassin (AO3) for my drive and @doesitsaysassonmyuniform for being the best damn beta there is because I'm Jared 19 and can't read after I've written something.

“You’re Bakugou fucking Katsuki, you’re going to be number one.” She was half dazed on alcohol and the night air. Katsuki kept her upright.

“How do you know?” he spat at her, snarling back but all she did was smile. They sat on the stone wall that ran outside the crumbly gym, Uraraka holding onto the side with her feet dangling. She was a lightweight in every department, apparently.

“Because I believe you will be. Always getting back up and fighting when it seems hopeless. You can see the end, and if you can see the end, then why the hell shouldn’t you be number one.” She tilted her head, smile so big and bright, it was almost blinding.

He saw every move, calculated every possible reaction, but even as Shoto’s fist landed across Katsuki’s face, he still hadn’t registered how easily it would take him down. He was on the floor, Shoto falling after him, fists raining down and making Katsuki’s focus wane.

“You’re Bakugou fucking Katsuki, you’re going to be number one.”

Katsuki could see the drunken smile that had been pinned to her lips as the fist hit into his face. He could see the chocolate eyes that stared back at him with a kindness that not many showed with his attitude. When he couldn’t feel his face anymore, Shoto was dragged off of him. The referee determined he was KO’d, and the fight was the shitty half and half’s. When Katsuki finally got up he stood, confused and ultimately defeated.

He was supposed to be number one. An MMA champion. Now...he was nothing.

He didn’t remember much else, all he could figure out was that his chances of becoming number one were dashed before he could even get a handle on it.

Walking back to his locker room, his team trying to be supportive as they could - but Katsuki was having none of it. Even Kirishima made him feel like a weakling - a failure. Would he ever be able to look at her again if he couldn’t be number one?

Why was he even thinking of her? He must have been knocked around hard to think of her after this fight...especially not seeing her in eight years. Eighteen and a cocky underdog - moving from a lightweight to a middleweight in all those years, but still he remembered her face that night.

Before he could enter the locker room, a barrage of reporters stood outside, barking at him with incessant questions.

“What do you have to say after your first ever loss?” One tossed out. Kirishima gripped Katsuki’s arm but he wrenched it away, grabbing for the mic that was shoved in his face.

“I’m getting the fuck back up,” he snapped, moving past the reporter and throwing the mic back.

In his locker room, he shouted out a storm of insults and was left on his own. Save for Kirishima.

“You know how the media is going to take that, bro,” he tried.

“Just get out,” Katsuki spat back, unravelling his hands, the ache that ran over his body was faint, but before it had been numb. His body was finally catching up.

“I’ll send someone to your room to look at you,” Kirishima offered.

“Don’t bother. I’m going to my apartment.”

“At least let the doctor see you!”

“Whatever, make it quick.” Kirishima left in a hurry, abandoning Katsuki in the room all to himself. He got his things, changing quickly back into loose clothes and pulling the hoodie over his head. The doctor came in, gave Katsuki the all clear, and left. Even with his two broken ribs, there wasn’t much he could do; the trouble with ribs, he supposed. It wasn’t eventful, and he just wanted to go home.

In the mirror stared back a bloody faced man that he didn’t recognise. His eyes were dead and tired - not just from the fight. He felt like he had lost himself along the way. Something felt missing.

Grabbing his gear, putting his hood up, he made his way from the building undetected and unbothered. Shitty hair still fired off a mountain of messages, checking where he was - but even though the guy was his trainer, he was more moral support. The guy had trained in the past, and was a good punching bag when needed, but aside from that, Kirishima was the kind of guy that worried and with how reckless Katsuki was, sometimes he needed someone to do the worrying for him.

Losing wasn’t in him. Katsuki had done a lot over the eight professional years he was fighting - his first three were just proving he was worth a damn, he could be let in the big fights. Then the other five, he kept moving up weight divisions, never allowing him to make it to championships. When he finally had it that night - it was taken away. He couldn’t even look at the damn belt. He’d never lost a match.

No.

That wasn’t true.

When he started when he was ten, from taekwondo and jiu-jitsu, he was already showing aptitude to all fighting styles he took on. It wasn’t until he was thirteen when -

He remembered that smile.

Katsuki had taken an Uber to where he needed to go, but he was surprised by it. The old place looked just as run down and shitty as it did back then. Sixteen years had passed since he first walked inside, and yet - not a single thing on the outside had changed. Even that stupid neon pink sign was there, flicking the name - The Uraraka Gym.

Walking to the old place, he remembered what it felt like to be young and walking through the doors like he had already won the world - he just needed people to know his name. The old hag put him here, knowing the family through mutual friends.

Once there, through different sessions and different fighting styles, old man Uraraka saw potential. He hired some other fighting trains - allowing Katsuki time to adjust to everything, whilst Uraraka made Jiu-Jitsu his own personal training project. As many fighting styles as possibly was always his motto; any way to get out of a situation was all he needed to know.

Katuski would have called out as he entered, but knowing old man Uraraka, he’d be pissed that Katsuki was making so much noise. Instead, he walked in, hearing the faint but familiar sounds of fists against leather. Walking further into the dimly lit gym, no one else around - but equipment all packed away, obviously closing early that day - Katsuki knew there would only be one person still there. As it sprung to mind, he was still unsure if he was ready to see them. It felt strange to see her after all those years - but he had doubts she’d ever throw him out.

Under one of the only lights still on, he watched the small woman twist and jab at the punching bag, her body filled out in muscle during the eight years he had been gone. The outfit of a training fighter - sport bra and tights, bandages on hands and ankles. She had sweat beading on her skin, and even from the floor he could tell she’d been at it for a while - droplets making an outline of where her exertion lay. When her leg came up to the bag, it barely budged from her attempt, and Katsuki scoffed.

“What kind of featherweight doesn’t know how to throw a damn kick?” he shouted across the length between them. Ochako turned, surprised to see him. But then her features softened, stance deflating and the fight within her lost.

“What kind of middleweight doesn’t get the fuck back up?” she panted, smiling over to him, falling to the floor in a heap as she unwrapped the bandages around her ankles. “It’s good to see you. Your face is in good shape.”

She still smiled the same.

“Thanks,” he replied, clearing his throat, walking towards her.

“Why are you here?” she asked, the back of her hand wiping at her

“Came to see the old place, still as shitty as ever,” he said, looking around. The equipment had been updated, and hell, there were even screens in front of some of the stations to watch things.

“Thanks,” she replied, not offended or surprised, almost as though she expected it. She had known him for sixteen years.

“Where’s the old man?” he asked. Ochako looked up at him.

“Hospital,” she replied, and Katsuki frowned only to be met with one similiar in return. “oh, right. You were gone by then. He got diagnosed with lung cancer,” she explained.

“Smoking the way he did doesn’t surprise me,” he scowled, crouching to be the same height at her.

“He’s doing good, just there with my mum right now. He’s in remission, just getting some check ups, but he can’t run the place yet,” she explained, untying her hands next. It was a natural thing for fighters, letting the wrist go to let the material unravel.

“Right,” he said, squinting at her, “who’s running the place then?”

“Yours truly,” she beamed, same smile, same joy. It hit him like a wall he never saw coming.

“Thought you were gonna be a fighter,” he scowled. Ochako’s features softened, as though someone had punched her in the gut - instead of answering straight away, she looked down.

“It’s on hold right now.”

“Fucking why? You had potential back then,” he scowled back harder

“Look, it’s been a hard year. I was doing well, but my last match wore me out, and then dad got sick, it just didn’t end up going my way. When things go back to normal, I’ll be back fighting. You’ll see.” Even though her words were determined, there was no passion in her voice.

“You sure about that?”

“It’s fine! I run the place, teach classes. Even taught someone you fought,” she praised herself, lifting her chin.

“Yeah, who?” katsuki stood, just as Ochako was getting to her feet.

“Iida Tenya,” she said, and he frowned. It wasn’t someone he was expecting.

“He was fast, but sucked at taking a punch,” Katsuki said, though he did downplay his opponent somewhat. Sure, he sucked at taking a punch, but Iida sure knew how to throw one. And he could throw them one after the other without much of a break. One of the only matches Katsuki knew he got a concussion from.

“Told him so too. Ever noticed the mark in his eyebrow?” she said, hands on her hips.

“That you?”

“Damn straight,” she beamed. It made him feel eighteen all over again.

“It’s good to see you,” he said, trying not to seem like an asshole, but it was hard to be honest.

“What? My ugly mug? You always said my cheeks were too round,” Ochako crossed her arms. He’d never forgotten the name he gave her - her own name never passing his lips to that day.

Katsuki reached the distance between them and tugged on one of her cheeks. “They still are,” he said, raising his brow as he smirked at the sight.

“What are doing here, Bakugou?” she asked, swatting his hand away. Her eyes suddenly looked into him - seeing the stuff he had always kept under the surface, but it was like she could see it all. It was so clear to her. “You can lie to everyone else, but I’ve known you long enough - you’d never come back here unless you had to,” she said. Maybe she remembered what he said that night after all, even in her drunken state.

“I lost.”

“I saw.”

“So did the world.”

“It was your first since you became pro,” she crossed her arms again, eyes fixed on him like she was deciphering him.

“First ever,” he replied sharply.

“I remember a thirteen year old me knocking you on your ass,” she said, jutting out her chin, raising it defiantly to him.

“That didn’t count,” he spat back. Ochako giggled, shaking her head.

“Says who? It’s my greatest achievement,” she said, and Katsuki looked away, feeling like his face was heating up. Why did he always get like that with her? She was just a girl he knew - nothing more. But she smiled, and that kindness felt fake.

“I couldn’t get back up,” he felt himself sigh, like a defeated child. It felt pathetic to admit it to her.

“When you fell you accepted the fact that you weren’t getting back up,” she explained.

“I wanted to get back up, if it weren’t for half and half, I would have -”

“Stayed there.” Katsuki snapped his attention back to her. It was so matter of factly, the words almost hurt. “I watched that fight, Bakugou Katsuki. You saw no point in winning,” she said.

“How could you know?!” Katsuki snapped, getting straight into her space. Even thought she was still short, but those determined eyes were no less intimidating, he’d give her that. When her hands suddenly made impact with his chest, he finally realised he was in pain. It wasn’t dull anymore - it burned through his body, but he didn’t care. He saw the rage that bubbled within him seep into her.

“I told you eight years ago! You see the end of the fight! You saw you could lose and you lead yourself straight into that corner,”

“I don’t need to hear this shit,” he started to walk away, only to hear footsteps following after him.

“Don’t you walk away from me when you let that guy kick in your ribs! You let him break the bottom two and you let him have that advantage! You were in the perfect position to block and you just let him!” she shouted before they got to the door, Katsuki readying to leave.

“What would you know?” he snarled over his shoulder, gripping hard into the door handle.

“Maybe I don’t know after all. The Bakugou I knew wouldn’t have let anyone have that advantage over him,” she said. Katsuki wrenched the door open, walking past and slamming it behind him. The long walk home didn’t cool down his rage, for one reason alone; she was right. He did see the kick coming - he didn’t think it’d break his ribs, but he felt them go, and that was it. The fight left him once he felt the disadvantage, like shitty half and half could read him better. The entire fight pissed him off.

And he didn’t know why.

Half of it was a blur. Katsuki didn’t even remember stepping into the ring and days later it felt like he had never truly stepped out of it. As though all his motivation lay in a pool of his own blood and sweat, and the memory of pain as his ribs cracked and Shoto’s fist making his face a numb mess.

In the months after, it felt like he was in a daze almost. He trained with Kirishima, he visited his parents, he cooked and cleaned and waited for his ribs to fucking heal.

He was sitting on the couch eating his dinner the night Shoto lost his title - fucking barely three months after he’d won the championship in the first place. That bald-headed idiot Yoarashi Inasa stealing it out from under the fucker in a flurry of punches. It looked brutal, even through the TV, and Katsuki almost felt bad. Almost.

The fight ended in a knock out in the third round, Shoto looking ridiculous as the fighter stupidly dubbed ‘whirlwind’ roared with hands in the air.

It took Shoto a week to come see him at a gym they had first met in. The pair could be considered friends, if friends would beat the shit out of each other and be rivals a majority of the year. They did train together a lot, but not much before Katsuki’s loss, or since.

“Hey,” Shoto greeted, his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t even fucking training. With a tight ‘tch’, Katsuki continued to lift his weights. “Wanted to check on you,” he said. Letting the weight slam back into their rest, Katsuki shot up, looking at the bastard.

“What do you want half n’ half?” he scowled. “Can’t even keep your fucking title, have to see that shitty fight. Pathetic.”

“Bakugou,” Shoto tried. Katsuki snapped up his shirt, slinging it around his neck as he walked to the leg press machine.

“You kicked my ass and then gave up your title like it was nothing! You had every chance to win that fucking figh -”

Shoto grabbed hold of Katuki’s bicep, flinging him back to stare back at him - the two in a heated glare.

Still, half and half didn’t let go.

“Just like you did?” His stupid fucking voice is steady - not an ounce of rage, even though it echoed in his eyes. “I fought you, remember? You held back.”

Katsuki broke his gaze. He could see the sweat droplets that pooled beneath him, scattered on the floor of the gym.

“You wanted to get knocked down,” There was a certainty in Shoto’s voice. “Don’t use me as an excuse for suddenly losing your drive.”

“Fuck you!” The words exploded from him, finding his fists in Shoto’s collar, tugging him closer. “I didn’t lose shit, bastard!”

Katsuki was panting, muscles twitching as he geared up for a fight. He wouldn’t go down again this time. He’d kill the bastard before he could even get the chance.

“How do you think I won?” Shoto’s voice trembled in a way that warned Katsuki to be wary of fists, “I’ve never once found an opening against you - how many times have we fought, trained, and -nothing.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, all the while, he seemed to be calming.

“You let me take it,” Shoto said lowly, words almost antagonising.

“I’m in every single fucking fight I’m in!” he snarled back.

Shoto let go of Katsuki, making it abundantly clear that he was the only one that was pressuring the fight. “I beat you with little effort,” he said evenly once more, the fight entirely gone. All the while, Katsuki’s hands trembled with anger at Shoto’s collar, knuckles white and aching. “Do you even want what you’re fucking fighting for?”

Katsuki felt like he was spewing out fumes, anger and frustration filling his body like a furnace. His vision is narrowed, shifting back to when they fought, and the rage dissipates, his hand unfurling from Shoto’s collar.

“Get out of my way,” he said, though he wasn’t sure why - it was the only thing he could say. He couldn’t even move.

“Inasa took the top spot because I couldn’t find an opening,” Shoto said, kept talking like the socially inept bastard he was. “He’s a middleweight in name only. He hit like a freight train and I couldn’t think straight,” he said, face slowly deepening into an uncharacteristic scowl. “Every opening I had, he came in faster,” he said, almost wincing at the memory, “every movement was one step ahead of me. I couldn’t keep up.”

A deep shuddering breath, and grim eyes raised to look at Katuki. “Remember that,” he finished.

For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do. Tell him to fuck off? Reassure his friend?

Katsuki knew he couldn’t do either - that wasn’t in him.

“Next time, I’ll make you eat mat,” he spits out, lacking the heat he wanted it to.

“Next time, I won’t need to wait for an opening,” Shoto replied, clapping Katsuki’s shoulder as he passed him. “Next time, I’ll make one.”

Katsuki looked over his shoulder to Shoto. And they smirked at one another. A challenge was made and it was one that each wanted to keep.

He knew what he had to do - but the realisation of it was something he dreaded.

The drive there was relatively short - he never strayed far from his old neighbourhood. Outside, the gym was bustling with people, far more than he had seen before. They had trainers with them, making them run, or helping them exercise with kids - which he didn’t know was a thing until he watched it - yet inside was the busiest he’d ever seen. Every machine was taken up, all the equipment was being used, there were even people in the ring with supporters at the ropes, urging them on. Beside one of the punching bags, holding it steady was the woman that he’d run out on not a few months before.

The attention of the gym fell on him - his face recognisable these days. He wished it wasn’t sometimes, but he couldn’t help that, public eye and all. Katsuki walked the distance to her, hands tucked into his pockets. Letting go of the bag and allowing the boxer off, she faced him for just a moment.

“What are you doing here?” Ochako asked, her hair flicking over her shoulder in a ponytail. He hadn’t noticed it all those months ago, but her hair was much longer than he realised - even tied up, it was midway down her shoulders, touching at the bottom of her shoulder blades. Only way he could tell was that she kept her back to him.

“I heard there’s a decent trainer here,” he replied.

“Not for you,” she snapped back at him, walking off to do god knows fucking what - ignoring him most likely.

He scowled at her. “The fuck does that mean?”

“You weren’t willing to hear me out a few months back, why should I give you a chance now?” she snapped, looking around at her gym. Katsuki looked around too, noticing that all eyes were on them. “Everyone get back to fucking training! You wanna waste your money, go ahead, but I will pull each and everyone of you into that ring and show you what slacking off will get you,” she shouted, and the room went back to its noise, ignoring the pair completely.

“That’s why I need you,” he said, ducking his head down, rubbing over the undercut at the brink of his neck. She still moved on, and Katsuki snarled, grabbing hold of her wrist and making her look at him. Her eyes were mad - he couldn’t blame her. “I just need a better fucking trainer, ok? Whatever that fight was, it wasn’t me. You know me, know how to push me.”

Pulling out of his grasp, her eyes had softened. She sighed before she raised her chin to him, hands on her hips. “I’m not my dad. I will break you.” Ochako may have thought she was warning him, but it only made him smile. Her cheeks flushed in response.

“It’s what I’m counting on,” he replied.

“Come by tomorrow. We’ll start early,” she replied, gesturing for him to leave. He gave a nod, even though he wanted to start that day.

When he got home, he called his team, letting them know there were changes. He didn’t care about the yelling, he was doing what he needed to. When shitty hair called back, excited as anything, Katsuki rolled his eyes and let the idiot come by for training.

It was six in the morning when he turned up at Kirishima’s place. He dragged the fucker out of bed, made him take a shower and fed him breakfast on the drive over. By the time they got there, it was half past seven, and the gym had no one in it, save a few people getting a workout in before work. In the ring however was where Ochako stood, hair up in a bun, and wearing tights and a singlet that hung off her frame.

She was training someone with hands on experience. That was a good sign for him at least.

Her hands were up, she was ready to fight the young fighter. He would have been eighteen at most, weighing in a lightweight division.

“Is that Uraraka Ochako? No one has seen her in the ring for over a year,” Shitty hair exclaimed in a whisper.

Ochako gave a nod, and the young nerd prepped his hands up, bouncing on his feet as Ochako found her opening. His left hand guarded lower than his right. In one hard swing, she brought her leg up, kicking him round the cheek and sending him to the floor. It was such little effort to her as she stood over him.

“I told you to block!” she said, crouching down, holding their hands up around their face, guarding it unlike what they had done before, “hands up, honey,” she said, smiling sweetly after just kicking their ass. She stood, looking over to Katsuki.

“Where’s the trainer?” Eijiro asked. Katsuki pointed back to Ochako.

“You’re looking at her.”

When Katsuki looked at him, shitty hair was staring at him with his jaw practically on the damn floor. Rolling his eyes, Katsuki waved over to her.

Stepping under the rope, she came over to them, giving a slight jog as she bit her gloves off from her hands.

“Bakugou,” she said, letting her hair out of the hair tie. It flowed down around her shoulders.

“Cheeks,” he said and she rolled her eyes.

“Uraraka Ochako,” she greeted, turning to shitty hair.

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro. Support trainer,” he said, shaking her hand vigorously. Katsuki frowned, watching it as though it were a violent act. It didn’t look comfortable. But Eijiro was excited.

“Support?” she asked, looking between Katsuki and Eijiro. Katuki shrugged.

“I can be your support as a trainer, or I’m just an emotional support for this emotionless dumbass,” he said, gesturing over to Katsuki. He frowned, crossing his arms.

“I think that is a very useful job,” Ochako smirked.

“It’s not but I love my bakubro, so I’ll always help,” Eijiro said, following Ochako like he were a lost dog. Katsuki shook his head, putting his gear inside her office and beginning to stretch as shitty hair continued to fawn over her. After he was done, the gym filling with a few more people - it was as though Ochako became a different person, and everything changed about his routine.

Ochako kept her promise.

She pushed him hard - harder than he thought he’d be pushed by a trainer. It hadn’t been since he started had a trainer looked him over and said he needed ten times more, even as he lay on the floor panting. Ochako didn’t let him rest, focused on the task at hand - be faster, be stronger, be the best fucking fighter there was.

From the first day, she pushed him to his limits, never allowing him to rest in order to create stamina - she was good, but fuck was it torture at the same damn time. He had no reason to deny her though - she obviously knew his style, knew where he needed to improve, because he seemed to leave the gym far more exhausted than he had before his fight with Shoto.

Every day, as they wound down, her stretching and tactical sessions were wound into one. Ochako would help him stretch out his back, walking through different things he could improve on next time, as well as small exercises he could do in the times he didn’t see her. Eventually, she’d end up on top of him somehow - either she’d keep his knee as he stretched up towards his armpit, twisting the knots in his back, or working out his hamstrings by leaning on his leg and pushing it as far as it could until they were done. All the while, she’s rattled on about technique and drummed in her ideas of his fighting style improvements.

At first, he was resistant to her - he knew he was good, he just felt like he needed his foundations, but when Ochako got mad, she got him in the ring and knocked him on his ass with ease, almost making him tap out with the crushing effort of her thighs.

“I’m not playing around here, Bakugou Katsuki! You take me seriously or you can get the fuck out of my gym!”

It was all he needed to hear. He took note - she wouldn’t bring it up if it wasn’t important.

“This,” Katsuki panted one day, down on the floor after a three hour training session that could be called torture, “this is why I wanted her as my trainer,” he said to shitty hair who laughed.

Bad move.

“Just for laughing, you’re joining him next hour, move it, Eijiro!” she barked, sending Kirishima on a run around the gym. “Take another fifteen. You’re too wrecked to do anything with right now,” she said, crouching down to Katsuki.

“I can go!” he roared, trying to get up, but with her hand pinned to his chest, it made the effort null and void.

“No need to show off, buddy. I know you can perform when asked,” she teased, looking him over. “but I’m not asking, and I can tell you’re not going to show me anything,” she smirked, it soon turning into a giggle.

She was different somehow. A little more confident than she had been in the past. It was still her underneath it all, but there was something entirely different to her - a growth that came from something he couldn’t see.

“Are you trying to say something?” he frowned, turning over to look at her easier. “Since when do you talk like this anyhow? You were always fucking quiet back then,” he reminded. Ochako thought for a moment, the silence aching between them - a look shared that he couldn’t figure out. To it, she merely shrugged.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she smirked, patting his face - or maybe it was a slap? He was too exhausted to know the difference, “go get some water or I’ll make sure I put you in the ring and knock you on your ass again,” she warned, standing up and going to some of her other trainees.

After one of their earlier morning training sessions that ran later because Kirishima was being a pain all day, Katsuki was picking up his gear from her office, seeing her at the desk, stretching her neck as she took notes and scrolled through her computer screen.

“Aren’t you going home? It’s been a long damn day,” he asked, almost spoking her with the way she jumped.

She shook her head. “Can’t. Gotta check the books and pay some bills. The work is never ending.” Ochako pointed to her screen, smiling, but it lacked a light. She looked tired. With the way her desk had been building the last few weeks, he wondered what she was going through for the first time since it had all started.

“I didn’t ask, but how’s the -”

“He’s fine. He’s just not strong enough to work yet,” she interrupted him quickly, as though there was something she wasn’t saying. He stepped in closer to her desk and she waved him off, “it’s fine. I’m staying on top of everything,” she said, smile no longer blinding. He shook his head.

“Whatever. You better be eating right,” he warned her.

“Go home, Bakugou. It’s fine,” she laughed.

“Night cheeks.” Hitching up his bag on his shoulder, he waved her off, and they parted for the day. But even as he rested that night, he wondered if she was doing as good as she presented.

He remembered when she was young, hurting her ankle and not telling her parents for days because she was scared she'd worry them. It took his prodding to make her move and explain what happened. Tossing his phone in his hand, he looked at their blank message chain.

His phone soon buzzed, showing the message through from Ochako.

00:35am - Cheeks: I ate dinner if you were wondering :)

He smiled to himself.

00:36am - Katsuki: Whatever. Go to bed. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.

~*~*~

As they sat over lunch in Ochako’s office. Eijiro and Ochako ate some ramen as they watched Katsuki’s confirmed opponent. Fumikage Tokoyami. They were gathered up, pausing and starting the clips at random. Well - it was more so Ochako. She seemed to break down things with ease when it came to this.

“See, Tokoyami is a kickboxer by nature. If he can, he’ll go for the head, and he lifts off the ground like a bird. He might be a middleweight, but he’s on the lighter side. What you should be doing is,” she said, playing the video a little longer, catching a moment where his foot went up into his opponent’s ribs, “when he goes for this, catch his ankle and get him on the ground. You punish him on the mat and make him wish he didn’t have legs,” she said, and Katsuki smirked.

“Marry me?” Eijiro said out of nowhere, spooking both Ochako and Katsuki, making them snap their attention to him.

“Oi!” Katsuki snarled.

“What?”

“She’s my trainer, shitty hair, buzz off,” he warned.

“You’re not dating her,” Eijiro reminded.

“I’m not dating either of you, so can we get back to this,” she said, pushing away from the desk and indicating that their break was over. “Eijiro,” she turned to him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure I don’t pass out this time,” he said, setting down his lunch and grabbing hold of his head gear that he had been wearing that morning. They moved from her office down to the ring, stepping up and into the ropes. Katsuki put his gloves back on, tightening them with his teeth.

At the other side of the ropes, Ochako caught Katsuki’s arm, tugging him to her. She slipped a long strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned into her.

“Knock him out,” she whispered, looking up at him with a devilish gleam in her eye.

Katsuki smirked, clapping his hands together. “No need to ask me twice,” he replied, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“Oh shit,” Eijiro exclaimed, watching over the two fighters’ faces.

~*~*~

When the fight came, Ochako stood with him in the locker room, giving him a once over in his gear - she tightened his gloves and made sure his black and orange shorts didn’t look crinkled and weird. She looked like she usually did in the gym - her tights and shirt combo, but now she wore his name over her shoulders and her gym over her chest, their own way of promotion. It was the least he could do for putting her out as he did.

Months of training had led up to this - the confidence in him was practically spilling out onto Ochako. He’d never seen her so excited, it was almost scary how ready she was.

“Now, I want you to stay focused on the fact that Tokoyami will try and outmanoeuvre you. He’ll strike with his knees and legs if it gives him an advantage. He’ll go for your ribs because he knows -”

“Oi, cheeks, I got it,” he replied, huffing to her words. He could feel his knee bouncing as he sat there. He wasn’t nervous - he was just raring to go. It was taking too long.

“Listen to me,” Ochako said, standing in between his legs, arms folded over her chest, she stared him down, “you pin him on the ground, get him in a choke hold, and you make him tap out,” she instructed. He scowled back at her.

“I can knock him out,” he said, gritting his teeth at her. Her eyes warned him to keep his temper down - if he let it loose too soon, it wouldn’t be useful, or he could even be careless in his fights.

“I know you can, but I want you to tap him out! If you try and knock him out with one punch you’re gonna go the full five. I want this done in two,” she said, but it was a request - show her what he could do - finish it all in two rounds and she’d keep him. He gave a nod in response. “Alright, lets move it,” she said, stepping away from him and tilting her head to gesture to the door. He walked out first, breathing evenly as he moved, his team following behind.

Once his music started, they walked out the doors to a roaring crowd and the commentators' words being beamed loudly over the speakers. The match hadn’t started, so the whole stadium could hear the fuckers speak.

“Bakugou Katsuki’s first match back is met with some confusion, as he brought in a female coach! This has never been done before!” One said. Katsuki wanted to look back at her, but knew if he did she’d kick him in the throat. He needed to be focused.

“A lot of people are going to be surprised to see this - wait...That’s Uraraka Ochako! Are we getting this? Uraraka is a featherweight fighter, hasn’t been seen in over a year and a half, and now she’s training Bakugou Katsuki!? This is going to be an insane fight ahead.” The second one made the crowd go nuts.

Katsuki stepped into the ring, Ochako following after, doing yet another check over

They introduced Tokoyami, but Katsuki was focused on whatever Ochako was saying. It was stuff she had said multiple times over - but it was like she wanted him to seep it all in, in only a matter of seconds.

This was the moment that everything would change or he’d be the same fighter he was all those months ago. He’d be on his way to being a champion or nothing at all. They had put in so much effort - he had put in so much effort, and it could all go to fucking waste in one single fight.

As Tokoyami walked into the ring, Ochako tugged on him, bringing his focus down to her and not to the opponent walking into the ring.

“Hey, look at me,” she asked, hands either side of his neck, keeping him focused on her, and only her, “who are you?”

“What?” he asked. Ochako shoved the mouth guard into his mouth. He grunted at the pressure she placed.

“I wanna know what’s going on in that head of yours, so who the fuck are you?” she asked, pushing him to the singular thought.

“I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki,” he said, muffled by the guard.

“Who you going to be?” she asked, hand on his shoulders.

“I’m gonna be number one,” he replied. The smile that grew on her face made him feel powerful.

“Then show me,” she patted his cheek and left the ring. She kept close by, her own eyes focused on the impending fight. As the two prepped for the fight, the referee brought them in, going through the rules and what he expected from the fight. He made them touch gloves, and they gave a brief acknowledgement of the other. In one of the many corners, Katsuki stood, ready for that one single word.

“Gentlemen are you ready?” The referee asked both sides. They each gave a nod. “Go!”

Katsuki smirked and roared to life.

#kacchako #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka x bakugou #kacchako fic #my fics #if my body's alive

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ao3feed-bakudeku · 4 years

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by DekuBean

“I feel like someone in your line of work sees all types,” Katsuki said carefully, pulling his eyes from Dr. Midoriya and leaning back in his chair in an attempt to seem casual.

Words: 4863, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Age Difference, but they're both adults, Doctor Midoriya Izuku, Older Midoriya Izuku, MMA fighter Bakugou Katsuki, younger bakugou katsuki, Consent is Sexy, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Top Midoriya Izuku, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Power Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Dirty Talk

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

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kaycha1989 · 5 years

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Bakugou/Ochako, MMA AU + Sparring Match

Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!

Tch, this is a bunchof bullshit! Katsuki thought as he stepped into the cage. His manager hadcalled him the other day to tell him that the organizers of the next matchwanted a fighter from the men’s league to face off against a fighter from thewomen’s league in a sparring match. A lot of fighters had already turned thematch down, not wanting to fight against a woman.

{Flashback}

“Why are you losers asking me?” Katsuki asked his manager.

“They figured with your reputation you would have a problemwith fighting a woman,” his manager said.

“My reputation? You assholes think I would enjoy beating upa girl?” Katsuki growled, his temper flaring.

“Not beat her up. I would just be a sparring match! It’sbasically just a publicity stunt to show equality between the men’s and women’sleagues,” his manager said. “I thought that it would be good publicity for youif you could make a show of fighting seriously against a woman.”

“Make a show? I don’t do anything half-assed, especiallyfighting, I won’t hold back against anyone,” Katsuki glared. “I don’t see thebenefit of me fighting some chick.” He turned to leave the office.

“The two fighters that participate will get three newsponsorships from top-of-the-line businesses in athletic wear, sports equipmentand sports drinks,” his manager informed him.

Katsuki paused and looked back at his manager. “I’mlistening.”

{End Flashback}

Katsuki started moving around the cage, keeping his muscleswarm and loose as he waited for his opponent. The stands were packed and hecould see signs with his name on the crowd.

They had better notmatched me up with some weakling, he thought.

Just then the announcer started introducing his opponent. Ashort young woman stepped into the ring. She had short brown hair that framedher face. Her cheeks were round and her body looked soft and curvy but shemoved with the confidence and grace of a seasoned fighter.

“She is tanked in the top two of the women’s league,”Katsuki’s read haired friend Eijiro said from where he stood outside the cage.Eijiro was another MMA fighter and he had been Katsuki’s friend since they wererookies. “Her name is Ochaco Uraraka and she is known for her defensive moves,”Eijiro explained.

“Tch, it doesn’t matter. I’m gonna win,” Katsuki declared.

“Just don’t underestimate her, dude,” Eijiro warned.

Ochaco took her spot of the other side of the cage. A smallgroup of female fighters stood outside the cage cheering her on.

Katsuki stared the female fighter down. He watched as shetook a deep breath and met his gaze with determination. He smirked at herbefore stripping off his warmup clothes. Squeals erupted from the stands as hepulled off his shirt, bearing his torso. He flexed his muscles and was pleasedto see a small blush across his opponent’s cheeks. Ochaco then pulled off herwarmup gear showing that she wasn’t as soft as she looked at first glance.

The bell sounded and she moved immediately. Katsuki sunkinto a defensive position and watch her movements as she came at him.

She was quick but not fast enough to catch Katsuki bysurprise. She swung a punch for his face, which he deflected and countered witha large right hook at her side. Ochaco blocked his punch with her arm just intime. She stepped back and quickly darted in again. Katsuki held his grounddefending against her attacks and getting a feel for her fighting style.

Katsuki was impressed by the strength behind her hits. Shewas quick and precise with her fighting style. He stayed where he was, neverletting his guard down and making sure to keep her at bay. Ochaco was startingto get frustrated. Her plan had been to get him to go after her and give her anopening to throw him. She dodged in for a feint and surprised Katsuki bysweeping his legs out from under him. He quickly flipped over, righting himselfonto his feet. He lunge in at Ochaco but she was ready for him. She grabbed hiswrist and pulled, knocking him off balance and crashing him into the floor. Sheplace a knee in his back and tried to grab his other hand to pin it behind hisback. Katsuki twisted his legs successfully knocking Ochaco off of him.

They both got to their feet and faced one another again. I can’t let her knock me off my balance. Sheis good at using another person’s momentum against them, Katsuki thought

He is so much strongerthan me. I can’t let him get ahold of me. My only choice is to wear him down, Ochacothought.

She continued to attack him, looking to make an opening inhis defense. She was relentless but he always seemed to be able to counter hermoves. They exchanged blows neither one gaining an advantage over the other.Ochaco was able to break his holds and Katsuki was able to dodge her moves.They were so absorbed in their fight that the almost didn’t hear the buzzer.

“And that is it Ladies and Gentleman! What a show!” theannouncer called over the loud speaker.

Ochaco put her hands on her knees panting hard. Damn it! I couldn’t get him, she scoldedherself. She looked up to see Katsuki still standing. He was breathing heavybut not as bad as she was. Gritting her teeth she hung her head in defeat. Shestood up straight and was surprised to see her opponent walking over towardsher. When he reached her he held out his hand to her. She grasped his hand andhe gave it one shake before letting go.

“Good fight, Pink Cheeks,” he said.

Pink Cheeks? she thought. “Thanks, you too, I couldn’t getpast your defense,” she said.

“Don’t kid yourself. I said you put up a good fight and Imeant it, damn it!” he growled.

“Thanks,” Ochaco blushed. “How do you move so fast? I couldn’tkeep up.”

“A lot of training,” was his short answer.

“Maybe you could give me training tips?” she asked with asmile.

“How about over dinner?” Katsuki asked nonchalantly.

“What?!” Ochaco exclaimed.

“Did I stutter? I asked you to dinner,” Katsuki scowled.

“S-sure, I would love to,” she stammered.

Katsuki nodded and headed to the gate on his side of thecage. Eijiro met him there and handed him a towel. “Sooo, what’s got youblushing?” he asked.

“Go to hell!” Katsuki snapped and rubbed the towel over hisface to hide the pink on his cheeks.

Ochaco could feel her face burning as she made her way outof the cage. Her friends met her at the bench as she sat down and got a drinkfrom her water bottle.

“Who would have thought that this match would result in yougetting a date?” Mina purred at her friend.

Ochaco spit her water out and her face turned even redder. “Ihave no idea what you are talking about!”

“Try to hide it Ochaco but we heard every word,” Tohrugiggled.

“Drop it you guys!” Ochacopleaded, turning away from them. She glanced at the other side of the cage tosee Katsuki looking at her. Maybe thisfight wasn’t so bad after all.

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years

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The Greatest Mma Fighter

The greatest Mma fighter by Tokyos stories15

Izuku is grinding his way to be the greatest light weight mma fighter ever. Only problem is the current number one is one of the most dominant champions ever seen. Can he win the title and keep his life together or will he slowly turn down the dark road of fame and fortune.

Words: 2308, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Midoirya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Tenya IIda, Hatsume Mei, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Nezu, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Utsushimi Camie, Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Monoma Neito, Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Ashido Mina/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Utsushimi Camie, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina & Hagakure Tooru, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Nedzu

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Izuku Midoriya is a mixed martial artist, Adult Midoriya Izuku, Izuku is a fighter

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38092252

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izumina #♥#Izumina #Bakucamie #👽#⚤#R:M #A:Tokyos #No Quirks AU #Art AU

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