#PERFECT BKDK SONG!! IN MY EYES!!

[dailybakudekusong]

Today's Daily BakuDeku Song Is: Follow You - Imagine Dragons

Call you up, you've been cryin', cryin' all night You're only disappointed in yourself, alright Taking those, taking those losses if it treats you right I wanna take you into the sunlight If the world would only know what you've been holding back Heart attacks every night Oh, you know it's not right

[m1ck3yys1lly]

Sooo!! I made this last month, this silly little BkDk fic based on the song ‘My Girlfriend’ by TV Girl! It’s incomplete but hey, I don’t even know if I should finish it 🤷! It’s post-war and was made a few months ago, so not too caught up to date !! But, here we go! I hope you enjoy<3

Now Playing…

‘My Girlfriend’

“Izuku, you need to get out of bed. Go shower or something…” Katsuki spoke with a sigh, knowing the other wouldn’t listen to him anyways; why did he even try anymore? Oh right, it’s basically his job.

After the war, Izuku fell into this rut, this deep depression that took over his entire being after all the adrenaline wore off. After a few months, he stayed inside all day; as if he just gave up on being a hero. He never left his apartment, the one he and Katsuki shared now, never left bed even.

It was understandable, he went through it the worst. No one could ever understand the pain he went through; not even Katsuki himself. It’s been three years, probably longer, but they both found it easier not to count.

They both used to just lay in bed all day, wrapped in each other's arms to fend off the night terrors. Alcohol and food stains all over the bed and floor, clothes discarded and forgotten all over, not that they got dressed to go anywhere anyways; it was a mess. No one blamed them, they went through hell and barely made it back.

“Izuku, please.” Katsuki begged, moving to Izuku’s side of the bed, bending at his knees to meet the gaze of the other. It was almost routine, Katsuki bugging Izuku to do something and Izuku either complying after a while or being forced by Katsuki to get his ass up.

Izuku’s hand wormed its way to Katsuki’s face, caressing his cheek before tracing the large scar across his face. He had the option of healing the scar completely, Eri, once all healed up, jumped at the chance of being able to help more. But Katsuki said it was a reminder of their victory and strength; those words were Izuku’s, despite hating the scar himself.

“Let’s go, up, up,” The blond sighed, grabbing hold of the green haired boy and pulling him to sit up; getting a groan in return.

“A little longer?��� Izuku requested, looking at Katsuki with pleading eyes.

“Shower. Now. I’ll start it, grab your clothes.”

Izuku sighed before he begrudgingly dragged himself out of bed, forcing himself to stand and move across the floor; paying no mind to the pillows and blankets spewn across it. He always says he’ll pick them up, make the apartment clean and do his half, but he never gets to that point.

Katsuki rolled his shoulders before bending down and messily tossing the fabrics back on the mattress, deciding to make it later Katsuki’s problem.

The attached master bathroom was beside the closet, where Izuku stood lazily grabbing whatever clothes he spotted, not caring whose they were or if they were clean or not. Clothes were clothes.

Katsuki pushed the bathroom door open and flicked on the light, blinking a couple times while adjusting to the light. He trudged to the shower, turning it on at the perfect temperature he knew Izuku liked.

He checked everything, making sure the soaps were full and everything was ready for him. There was a button beside the shower, one in every room; precautions set in place incase of emergency.

The buttons were simply there and attached to the wall if either Izuku or Katsuki needed the other if they were away, which was uncommon, but still necessary, at least in their own eyes. They had them installed during the second year, when Katsuki felt more productive and left Izuku’s side.

The water hit the ceramic in a rhythmic hum, making calming music. It was almost peaceful, their life together. Despite the night terrors and bottles of pills filling the cabinets, it was calm; as calm as life could be.

“You getting in too?” Izuku asked, grabbing Katsuki’s attention with his entrance. He just watched the other toss his clothes on the counter beside the shower carelessly.

“Can’t. Need to go over to pick up groceries from your mom,” Katsuki responded and ruffled the other’s hair.

Izuku’s hair was a story of its own. Once Izuku was in care, they had to shave it off; a buzz cut on Izuku was definitely an interesting look. Under any other circumstance, Katsuki would’ve teased the other relentlessly. But it did grow back slowly after, slowly but surely, and now, three years later, it was longer than before.

A humm erupted from Izuku in acknowledgment as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it carelessly into the already overfilled laundry basket. Katsuki took note of it for later.

“Cya,” Katsuki called, placing a peck on the other man’s cheek.

“Be safe,” Izuku replied, his eyes looking at Katsuki. They held such deep emotion, worry mostly, but it was all mixed up with his past traumas.

“Always am,” He called while exiting the room, sliding the door halfway closed.

Katsuki hummed a tune as he left the master bedroom, making his way down the hallway. Photographs lined the wall on both sides, an attribution from both their mothers.

The photographs were ones of each other and their families, pictures when they were little or ones during UA, they covered the walls, an attempt to make it feel more like a home. There were more around the house, along with paintings and bookshelves, and many other knick knacks.

Their apartment was decently sized, with two bedrooms, a full living space, a nice sized kitchen, two bathrooms, a closet for the washer and dryer, and dining space. It was large for the two of them, considering they spent most hours in the bedroom.

UA bought the whole building, a small gesture of thanks for, y’know, saving the continent from doom, so Izuku and him could do anything with the place. Inko lived in the apartment next door, unable to truly live far from her boy; it was already a lot that she wasn’t living in the apartment with them.

But truly, Inko did a lot for them. She bought groceries and clothes, in the earlier months she would come, along with Mitski and Masaru, to do laundry, make dinner, set up decor, make the bed, show the boys and dress them; their own personal caretakers. It was sweet, but once Katsuki was able to get out of his funk, at least a little, he started to do the chores around the house.

Katsuki opened the apartment door which lay next to the kitchen and living space, in the center of them both, the clear exit. Before, Izuku would have full blown panic attacks if Katsuki even suggested leaving the apartment. Even stepping in the halls was a painful experience for the younger. Getting Izuku to even start living in the building was a hassle, but now it was the only place he stayed. Katsuki was finally ‘allowed’ to leave now, Izuku knew he wasn’t going far and would be safe anyways.

The hall was wide, he could stretch both arms outward and wouldn’t be able to touch the walls, spacious and comfortable. The building was under Izuku’s name, funded by U.A., but under his name, they had the freedom to do whatever with it. It was their home.

Katsuki left the door cracked and walked around nine steps to Inko’s apartment, give or take. He lifted his arm up and gently knocked, letting his other mother know he was ready to grab the groceries she prepared.

“Katsuki!” The stubby lady happily spoke while opening the door. She immediately motioned him in, propping open the door and gazing behind him. No doubt looking to see if Izuku decided to come.

“He’s uh- showering,” Katsuki said in a grumble while entering. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

Inko smiled a smile, sad but nonetheless a smile. She left the door wide open, welcomingly.

“I’m glad you got that poor boy to take care of himself; who knows how he’d be without you.” She commented while entering her apartment.

Pictures everywhere, like his and Izuku’s apartment, but they mostly were pictures of Inko and her son. Her furniture was clean and matching all of the decorations, the curtains open, illuminating the room. It was warm, and the smell of a meal flooded his senses. It felt like a true home. Katsuki hoped his and Izuku’s apartment would feel like a home.

“You’re truly an angel, a blessing,” She continued, dragging Katsuki out of his reflections. She walked into the kitchen, readjusting the apron Katsuki just noticed her wearing, it was a soft cream color. “I’m forever grateful for you.”

Katsuki never knew what to say, she always spoke about this stuff, always talking about Katsuki as if he were some kind of saint.

(this part went unfinished…)

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Katsuki juggled the containers, he declared he didn’t need her help, more than she already helped. After all she made them dinner, she said she accidentally made extra, but he knew it was a lie.

“‘Zuku, your mom made food come in he-“ the blond paused after kicking the door open, he figured the boy would’ve crawled back into bed, but there he lay on the couch, curled into a blanket while the tv screen buzzed.

Katsuki felt like a proud parent, like a father who hears his kid got the perfect grade or graduated from law school, something ridiculous like that. His smile was present in his face, wide and not hidden.

He placed the plastic containers down on the counter to his left, opening up the bags to unload the actual groceries into the fridge and cabinets.

“What’d she make?” Izuku asked, curiously from his spot perched up on the couch. He looked over with obvious interest.

“She said it was some kind of soup, can’t remember the name.” Katsuki replied, opening the fridge and placing the fruits in the crisper.

“Maybe it’s her potato soup,” Izuku replied with a hum, just imagining the food.

“Pretty sure that was it”, he replied, closing the fridge after putting all the items in. “She should sell the shit, it’s delicious.”

All he got was a hum in agreement, Izuku’s focusing shifting back to the screen. Katsuki didn’t mind, it gave him time to grab bowls and bread for the duo to eat. He moved swiftly but without urgency. Grabbing bowls and spoons from the cabinets. He poured the soup into the bowls before placing the rest of the container into the fridge for later.

Katsuki grabbed hold of both bowls, holding them both from the bottom. He made his way to Izuku’s side, handing him a bowl before plopping down on the couch himself.

“What we watching-?” He questioned before a frown plastered onto his face. “You’re not supposed to be watching the news, Izuku.”

He didn’t get a quick reply, green eyes trained on the screen as familiar faces were displayed. Heroes. Their classmates; the ones who made it and decided to still be heroes anyways.

“It’s just showing reruns, I wanted to see how everyone was.”

Katsuki just frowned at that answer. Sure, he wanted to see how the others were, they called weekly and kept each other updated; something Katsuki couldn’t have ever seen himself doing before this.

He didn’t argue or demand it be turned off, it was just reruns, some footage taken after the news showed it. What’s the harm?

Such a stupid question. The harm was Katsuki’s instinctual desire to go out there too, to fight and be a hero. He knew he and Izuku were recognized as heroes already, the saviors of Japan. But he wanted more, he wanted to live his dream.

On the rare occasion, he wanted to leave, to join his classmates and show the world who he was and what he stood for.

But he wasn’t even sure how he would start, where would he go? He couldn’t just jump out there and start fighting crime. He’d need an agency and so much more. It’d be too much of a hassle.

Katsuki slouched onto the couch. Either way, one look at Izuku convinced him otherwise. He couldn’t be a hero without him.

He wasn’t sure if Izuku wanted to pursue a hero career anymore. Mental professionals made it clear to not bring it up unless Izuku did first. Don’t push boundaries and make memories resurface, they said.

A kiss made its way onto a freckled cheek. Nobody was perfect, not himself, not Izuku. He was willing to wait until the world stopped spinning. And even then, if they never became heroes, just being together in peace would be okay too. They would have each other till the end of time, being alone wouldn’t be a fear anymore.

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“You need to slow the fuck down on drinking that. You’re going to get alcohol poisoning or some shit.” Katsuki snapped, grabbing the can from Izuku without room for protest.

It was one of his rough days, where Izuku refused to listen or do anything. All he did was lay in bed and drink, only getting up to use the bathroom or to grab another bottle. He was like a toddler during these times; Katsuki hated it.

The glare coming from the green haired male felt like daggers, but Katsuki wasn’t one to be a pushover, a couple dirty looks he could handle, even though he hated being the bad guy; especially to Izuku.

“I don’t give a shit that you’re pouting,” he said, his glare in return lacking any anger, it was more of a silent scolding.

He moved across the bedroom, avoiding a wet spot of spilled beer, making his way to the bathroom to pour the rest out; he would’ve drank the rest himself, but then he’d be a hypocrite, so he resisted.

Izuku was mumbling some slurred and annoyed shit he’d probably regret later, Katsuki didn’t mind. Izuku was an angry drunk, swearing more and cursing out Katsuki until he started bawling and curling into his arms. The worst of it was when he would start screaming, pointing blame and being a total bitch. Katsuki just let him. He took any and all punches, verbal and physical.

Flicking off the bathroom light and returning to the bedroom, Katsuki placed the empty glass bottle on the night table. He took a seat on the bed beside Izuku…

And that’s all Mickey has to share today!! <3 !

[gaybookwoemgirl]

bkdk headcanon

So we all know the song im on top of the world by imagine dragons, but let’s make it Bakudeku. 

So imagine that when they were kids it was their favourite song and they even came up with a whole ass dance for it and they would dance in the middle of the super market when it came on. When they first started dating the song came on in the restaurant they went on their first date and they decided it was fate. Whenever one of them is feeling down and hiding in the others dorm during their time at ua they would but on the song and force each other to dance like they did when they where little. Always that same routine, just slightly less sloppy. Even when they hear on dates now whenever they hear it they both sing until someone says to shut up. 

One day in 3 year their at a party with the whole class. Bakugo is in a really bad mood, and Deku knows they can’t just leave so he continues talking to his friends and dancing on the dance floor when he gets an idea. They had already talked about coming out to their class, but they hadn’t figured out how, so they agreed if one of them came up with something they could put into action and the other would just try and play along. So with that in mind, he goes to the music table and writes down a song request. Now he just had to wait for it to play.

Ten minutes later the clapping and the beginning of On top of the world begins. Deku looks at Bakugo as it starts playing and when he looks up in surprise he sees his secret boyfriends hand outstretched for him and already singing the first three  line. The angry Pomeranian stood up and walked towards him singing the next three the class was slowly quieting trying to pinpoint the singing and Turing to find the two hand in hand as they alternate singing the next four lines and as the chorus began they turned to each other suddenly and started dancing as they continued to sing in perfect unison. Most of the class was watching in stunned silence 😧 as two classmates who hated each other, and one they didn’t think was capable of an emotion other then anger were grinning at each other as they danced in practiced harmony staring at each other with eyes of pure adoration. A circle was formed around the two as the chorus started again. They were shocked how good they were at dancing and singing. Mina was recording this, probably for ✨tea✨ purposes. As the last three lines resonate through the room the two stood facing each other holding hands staring into the others eyes whispering the lines as if they were secret. Bakugo leaned forward and placed a kiss on Izuku forehead and said softly, but loud enough for some of the bystanders to hear «  thanks for that izu, I needed it. » «  anything for my KitKat. » 😍 Bakugo blushed at another nickname that Deku had given him as kids. 

« OMG, BoomBoom boy is blushing! » 

And Denki obviously has to be the one to break the silence and most probable set up his death. But all in all they come out KitKat blushing the entire time and the class is thrilled to find out. Uraraka is hella mad that her bestie kept this secret from her, Todoroki isn’t even surprised, he figured it out in first year, Kirishima is like « Ohhhh so that’s why you rejected me »😏. 

Nobody can convince me that this does not happen. 

[astersofthesky]

Y'all remember when I said Taylor Swift makes the perfect Bakudeku songs ???

I 100% believe this now cos her collab song with Ed Sheeran titled "Everything has Changed" is too perfect and exact with Bkdk's latest development

Green eyes and freckles and your smile

All I know is a simple name and everything has changed

And all my walls stood painted blue but I'll take 'em down and open the door for you

All I know is pouring rain and everything has changed

[collisiondiscourse]

BKDK - Highschool Romantics Headcanons

LOVE ME some good old fashioned highschool romance shenanigans so as per my brand, lets make it bkdk!! bc tbh i havent made a hc list in a while

its second year highschool! things have calmed down significantly and for class 1-A this means that its time to celebrate their teenage years like they werent able to before

this means more movie nights--more days they get to spend having fun and being regular kids like they shouldve always been

meanwhile bkdk? after confessions and apologies made on bloody battlefields and quiet hospitals at the dead of night... its almost comical how cheesy they are

deku sneaks up on kacchan during lunchbreaks, dragging him to the training fields where he serenades him with a guitar and laughs as a small crowd of their schoolmates whoop in glee

he sings songs of youthful love and friendship, awkward voice smoothing into something beautiful and charming

in return, katsuki learns new songs. he learns to draw and to play the drums even better--living for that shocked little smile when he draws doodles of deku and dedicates especially sappy songs to him during their monthly school jamming session

they arent together at this point, technically. no one knows what they are. no one can begin to label what they have either.

but its definitely good.

its bright and its beautiful and its loud, so theyll protect it with their eyes wide open but in the meantime class 1A just sits back and watches the twin stars of UA unravel like leaves in the cool mornings of fall

they go everywhere together, always holding hands. bakugou and deku have promise rings, little matching all might insignias glinting in the sun

they won those in an arcade somewhere. no one knows what the promise is, and no one really bothers to ask

katsuki really likes lending izuku his jackets. its nothing he says outright, just the fact that he's always ready—always one arm out of its sleeve—to bundle his sweaters and drop it into the lap of the unsuspecting nerd.

"geez, is it just me or is it really co—" *flop*

sometimes kirishima worries about his best friends allowance at the rate in which he has to replace all his jackets

they brawl in the hallways, rough house on the train station, cuddle when its cold and the common room is filled with people and light

deku often likes to surprise katsuki with little gifts. he sneaks spicy candies into the other boy's backpack between classes, slips giftcards and notes of appreciation between the pages of katsuki's textbooks

in return, as he does with everything, katsuki goes big. sometimes he surprises deku with a giant teddy bear, or soft hoodies that remind him of the other. he'll get the whole bakusquad in on it and fill the hallways in the morning with encouraging yells and loud boisterous laughter

sometimes, obviously, they'll still mess up. They're still teenagers, still human.

Deku will sometimes not say things that he should and Kacchan will sometimes say things he doesn't mean.

they'll fight and yell and unsettle the dorms with how charged the air becomes. sometimes Aizawa's worried they'll go back to ground beta and increase the hero course's already abysmal annual repair budget again like they used to do when they were stressed and repressed and each other obsessed

but then bakugou will sneak into dekus balcony at the dead of night, like some sort of delinquent trying to visit their goody two shoes lover at the risk of running into their shotgun father

(which in this case, bakugou supposes, would be uraraka--the metaphorical shotgun being a very tired todoroki)

and he'll knock on the window gently, trying not to smile as izuku opens the window and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"ka... cchan?"

katsuki lets himself smirk at last and tells deku theyre sneaking out.

phrases it like a taboo secret, even as aizawa watches from the security footage room exasperated but also kind of relieved because of all things his class has gone through, a little midnight tryst is the least dangerous of them all. its not even close to the biggest secret deku's ever had, and by god he has plenty.

but he stifles his giggles into the palm of his hand and watches as bakugou precariously sits on the metal railing, clothes a mess and leaves still stuck in his hair

"Our little secret, okay?" Kacchan jokes, red eyes glimmering with something raw and perfect. "Don't tell your dad about me."

Izuku rolls his eyes and reminds him that All Might isn't actually his father, god Kacchan! You've met my real dad!

Yet still, he lets it pass.

And then, oh so carefully yet recklessly as if they weren't the most powerful duo of their generation, katsuki reaches out and slips deku's hands in his and takes him away

takes him to a beach (Dagobah, because of course it is) in the middle of the night, the stars brighter than theyve ever been because everything looks different when youre young and in love

they lay in the sand and listen to the waves and some weird beat thats been stuck in Izuku's head. Bakugou turns to watch his eyelashes flutter against freckled cheeks and holds out a pinky.

"I'm sorry. By the way. I didn't mean what I said and I want you to be happy."

Izuku hums and they talk it out. Eventually the other boy holds his pinky out too and they link together like pieces of a puzzle.

Under the stars, the two of them make a million promises. Promises that they know they'll break, promises that they know they won't, promises that leave them uncertain and guessing.

"—but you promise, though. Right? You promise that we'll still be by each other? Us against the world forever and ever even after this. Even when we grow old?"

Their pinkies stay linked together and the two boys know for sure that it's one of those highschool promises that they will keep forever.

Deku stares into pretty red eyes that remind him of juicy apples and warm bonfires beside friends who never run out of stories to tell

Katsuki stares back into clear green eyes that remind him of calming tea and lush grass he lays down on in the familiar heat of a summer afternoon

they just. stare. stare and stare and stare and maybe, they begin to think

maybe in those eyes, i can see our future.

and its good.

its really really good.

[mysterylover123]

Top 10 BKDK OP/ED Moments:

Yes, canon BKDK moments are amazing. But what about Shippy Symbolic OP/ED angst? I’m here for them, and looking forward to future BKDK OP/ED moments (since OP5 sadly gave little). For now, here’’s the top 10: 

#10. Working out at Ground Beta (OP2 “Peace Sign”

This one’s really subtle, and you have to be paying sharp attention to notice it. But this is GRound Beta, where they first fight went down. Showing Bakugou flexing sexily while brooding over Deku definitely wins those BKDK points, even if mildly so.

#9. Match Cut Eyes (OP3 “Sora Ni Utaeba) 

This one is summarizing Deku and Kacchan vs All Might. a bit - and it’s subtle, but it’s a moment where we jump from a close-up on Kacchan’s eye to a close-up of Deku’s, showing how they communicate and end up working together in this arc.

#8. Dammit Deku Why (OP3 “Sora Ni Utaeba)

More of D and K vs All Might summed up here. This one is more of the “Bakugou mad cause Deku’s surpassing him” mode of angsty BKDK, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t count. Boy’s got a one-track mind. Y’know Bakugou if you check out the Volume 29 cover you might get some good ideas here...sniff...omg too many “current manga era” feels gotta move on....

#7. “We have one chance” (ED3 Datte Atashi No Hero)

Datte atashi no Hero is so bKDK it has multiple slots on this list. Anyway this is the first part where Dragon Rider Bakugou first shows up. And Deku (+iichako) fanboys over him, then ‘pleads’ angstily with him to help. Part 1 of their story, summed up in Fantasy AU form. 

#6. “Cause I love being with you” (ED4 Update)

This one’s mostly in the lyrics, though you can probably tell from the image alone how shippy this bit is. But the lyrics basically say “I love being here”, and that bit only pops up in shots where Deku and Kacchan are together. 

#5. Drops his head at the snow (OP4 “Odd Future”)

Snow, a post tells me, can mean lost love in Japanese art. Anyway “DON’T COME DEKU” angst feels are drowning me again.

#4. Cherry Blossoms (OP1 “The Day”)

Yes, yes, cherry blossoms can mean springtime/youth. But let’s face it in our hearts, these are shoujo Romance cherry blossoms. Symbolic of BKDK growing up and falling for each other.

#3. The Two Greatest Heroes (OP5 “Make My Story”

That beautiful symbolism. DVK2 may have been udnerrepresented in the OP and ED (to make it more of a surprise) but this one shot alone made up for it. Perfectly capturing the essence of the Wonder Duo in a single image. All Might’s two haves. The two halves that make the perfect whole of the world’s greatest hero.

#2. “When I look into your eyes” (ED3 Datte Atashi No Hero”)

Believe it or not I decided this was only #2 but #2 or not it’s still amazing. How did they get away with such lyrical shippiness I don’t even know. “ When I look at those eyes, I can start running too. So show me the ultimate finale!” Damn the whole song is BKDK character fanfic song emotions and I am here for it.

#1. The Ending Montage from Shout Baby (ED7)

I know, I know, Datte Atashi No Hero should be #1. It was made for them! But the imagery and lyrics for BKDK in “Shout Baby” really push it over the edge for me. From the “lying down brooding in bed” poses mixed with “keep it a secret” in the lyrics to THAT ENDING MONTAGE with: “I can tell without asking anyoneIt won't reach to that personWhere should I go?I don't know, so I simply cling to itAdmiration that can take awayThe worries from everyday It won't disappear I want to change” , this ED is full of BKDK.

[belatedbday69]

it's really nice of artists to make so many bkdk-themed songs <3 ANGST EDITION

1. Good Heart by Indigo De Souza

I'm nothing but trouble, watching you sleep Brushing your teeth and laughing at me I'm nothing but trouble, baby believe me

2. ICU by Phoebe Bridgers

But I feel something when I see you now I used to light you up, now I can't even get you to play the drums Cause I don't know what I want until I fuck it up

3. IFHY by Tyler the Creator

I fucking hate you, but I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled

4. Razorblade by the Strokes

Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours Drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry

5. Tell Me Why by Taylor Swift

And I need you like a heartbeat But you know you've got a mean streak Makes me run for cover when you're around Here's to you and your temper...

6. I'll Believe in Anything by Wolf Parade

If I could take the fire out from the water I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the water I'd take you where nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn

7. Landmines by St. Vincent

I'm crawling through landmines Just to know where you are There's smoke in my eyes Cause you're burning the ground

8. Savior Complex by Phoebe Bridgers

Baby, you're a vampire You want blood and I promised I'm a bad liar with a savior complex All the skeletons you hide Show me yours, and I'll show you mine

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

Sad song by We the Kings is such a BKDK song

You and I

We're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky

With you, I'm alive

Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide

So stop time right here in the moonlight

'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes

Without you, I feel broke

Like I'm half of a whole

Without you, I've got no hand to hold

Without you, I feel torn

Like a sail in a storm

Without you, I'm just a sad song

I'm just a sad song

With you, I fall

It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall

With you, I'm a beautiful mess

It's like we're standing hand and hand with all our fears up on the edge

So stop time right here in the moonlight

'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes

Without you, I feel broke

Like I'm half of a whole

Without you, I've got no hand to hold

Without you, I feel torn

Like a sail in a storm

Without you, I'm just a sad song

You're the perfect melody

The only harmony I wanna hear

You're my favorite part of me

With you standing next to me

I've got nothing to fear

Without you, I feel broke

Like I'm half of a whole

Without you, I've got no hand to hold

Without you, I feel torn

Like a sail in a storm

Without you, I'm just a sad song

Without you, I feel broke

Like I'm half of a whole

Without you, I've got no hand to hold

Without you, I feel torn

Like a sail in a storm

Without you, I'm just a sad song

I'm just a sad song

Bro it's literally them –💖

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa oh my god I’m gonna get emotional kshfkjhks 

[purplerayne17]

Can’t Dance-BKDK

Katsuki, 25-year old chemical engineer, has begun dating one of the analysts that works in his building. They guy was a total nerd, but he was perfect for Katsuki: hot, smart, adorable—not that he’d admit this just yet.

On one of their last dates, Deku—Izuku—the emerald-eyed cutie—admitted they had gone to the same high school—Katsuki was mortified! How had he never noticed?

Deku said it was fine, that he had kept a low profile on purpose to be able to focus on his studies. He said that the only time he actually went out was to meet his friends, whom Katsuki was meeting today.

Katsuki was not nervous, not one bit. He was awesome, no doubt about it, but this was important to the nerd, so he’d try to be—ugh—pleasant.  He wondered what sort of friends the nerd had to have him meet them at a dance club—this didn’t seem like the nerd’s scene. Luckily, Deku had thought of their friend groups as a whole meeting, so his idiots would serve as buffer.

“Hey, you made it! The guys are inside already!” Deku chirped as he jogged to reach him.

“Hah? You think I’d ditch you?!” He answered on instinct, but the moment his eyes fell upon the greenette all was lost. He felt the air leave his lungs, as he took in the white sneakers he had gotten the man; skin-tight, ripped black jeans;  the almost see through white shirt and black jacket with bunched up sleeves to reveal the muscular forearms... Bakugo Katsuki was suddenly very thirsty and the smirk on his lover’s face let him know this was evident.

Leaning in for a hug, the cheeky shit asked, “Like what you see, Kacchan?” Letting a warm breath fan over Katsuki’s ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps on its wake.

He hugged back and his brain decided to work again and managed to say something halfway smooth. “Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

The nerd stepped back, taking him by the hand to lead him inside and giggled. “Good. I can’t be the only one restraining myself here.”

‘Who is this confident fucker?!' Izuku Midoriya was usually shy and cute in public, an adorable mumbling mess. Sure, he was a dominant monster in bed, but never in public. Katsuki should have seen this as a red flag as to what was to happen inside, but at the moment, he was too turned on to care.

_______________________________________________________________

The club was packed and Katsuki could already feel his shoulders tense—he’d never liked crowded places, too much could go wrong. However, it seemed the nerd had planned for everything because he had rented a private area on the second floor for their “squads”, as they called themselves.

As soon as they walked past the entrance, Katsuki’s red-headed best friend, Eijirou, spotted them and ran over to wrap them in a bone-crushing hug. “Bakubro, you made it! Mido-bro, thanks for getting him to come out today!”

Izuku beamed at the small praise and went over to the table to join the rest of their friends. Katsuki, reminding himself not to cause a bad impression, suppressed the urge to make a scene, pocketed his hands, and went to sit beside Izuku, draping his arm casually over his boyfriend’s shoulders.

“So, guys, this is Kacchan! Kacchan, this is Shouto, Ochako, Shinsou, and Iida.”

“’m only Kacchan to you, Nerd,” Katsuki said, turning them to the others and giving a sharp nod to acknowledge them. “Name’s Katsuki Bakugo. Nice to meet you.”

His own friends gawked openly, “Dude, did you hear-?” “Did he just say-?” “Midoriya, you broke him!” “Bro, was nice!”

Izuku snorted and took a swig of his beer while his nerdy friends laughed and expressed their pleasure in meeting him too.

Katsuki wanted to throttle his so-called squad. Couldn’t they just be normal for once?! He almost, almost let out a whine at this. This night was going to be terrible. He needed a drink, so he snatched the bottle from his boyfriend’s hand and gulped what was left of it.

His displeasure must have been evident, because a short-haired brunette, Round Cheeks—yes, he already forgot her name—put a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and said, “Don’t worry; Izu already told us you’re a little rough. As long as you make him happy, you don’t have to worry about faking it.”

He wasn’t sure if to feel relieved or threatened by that, but Izuku had his hand on Katsuki’s thigh and his thought process became compromised once more.

The group was hitting it off—they were one their fifth round of shots, they had no choice but to hit it off at this point—and some were starting to drift off into the dance floor. 

Mina had already dragged Kirishima two songs ago, Sero went for the bold move of asking Iida—apparently he has a robot or a daddy kink— who also dragged Ochako along; and Denki, being Denki, was starting to pull both Shinso and Shouto into the dancefloor when all of the sudden, the song changed, and Izuku’s eyes lit up.

Panic surged through Katsuki’s body. He’d told the nerd he went to parties all the time in high school and college; it was part of the jock’s image after all, but he had conveniently left off the part that he NEVER danced.

Before he could react, Izuku grabbed him by the hand and began to guide him down the stairs, but Katsuki, in a last-ditch effort, pulled back and kissed deeply Izuku, grazing the other’s bottom lip to request access, hoping to distract him.

Izuku of course was smarter and lovingly pulled away, tracing along the blonde’s features with his thumb.

“What’s wrong, Kacchan?”

Katsuki felt himself flush, giving a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, completely avoiding the greenette's gaze. This was so embarrassing! “Oh, um, I can’t dance” Better to admit it and avoid suffering.

But of course, being the sunshine that he is, Izuku smile broadly and took his hand once more. “Oh, is that all? And here I was, getting worried.”

Due to his current confusion because: 1. His boyfriend was overly confident in public; that had never really happened. 2. He was not deterred by Katsuki saying he couldn’t dance, and 3. Those pants on Deku left nothing to the imagination; Katsuki let himself be dragged to the dancefloor without much fuss.

Once there, Deku grabbed both of his hands and said, “Even if you can’t dance, just hold my hips while I roll them” and as he said it, he turned around and ground to the beat, the greenette’s plump ass grazing his crotch, that had Katsuki on the verge of a heart attack. All he could do was swallow and nod.

As the song continued, Deku brought a hand to caress Katsuki’s face and told him, “Relax, babe. I won’t mind as long as you don’t stop.”

With a wink, Deku turned around and continued to dance. Katsuki was awestruck at the man before him, dancing with a confidence that just added to his usual radiance. The shock at this revelation was so much, he whispered “What the fuck?”

“Oh, come on Kacchan! Don’t just stand and watch; follow me!”

And ladies and gentlemen, Katsuki tried, but he was fucking stiff.

He was usually a cocky, over-the-top competitor type, but this was just too much. Deku noticed the nerves though and brought him close, as the song shifted to something slower. With a sultry tone, he breathed, “Being all anxious won’t do you any good, cause I don’t have any plans of stopping.” Then he bit his lip in contemplation, and nodded, making a decision Katsuki was completely alien to, while he brought them chest to chest, stealing a mind-numbing kiss.

“You just gotta move in my direction; I’ll teach you.”

In the background, he could hear his friends hollerin’ and calling his name. But he drowned them out, because who the fuck can keep a straight train of thought—no pun intended—when Deku is dropping and twerking like it’s nothing?!

After two songs, Katsuki had had enough. He dragged Deku to the bathroom and locked the door.

“What the fuck, Deku?!”

Izuku eyed him with nervous eyes, searching for answers, freaking out because he had no idea what had enraged his boyfriend.

“What did I do, Kacchan?”

“You’re a nerd! We’ve never been partying, and you said you only went out to meet your friends during high school and college. Why the fuck can you dance like that?!”

At this point, Katsuki was clearly frustrated and confused. Now he can admit his words didn’t make much sense, but he was caught off guard at the moment; can’t really blame a guy.

Izuku’s big emerald eyes widened and then something clicked. He doubled over laughing, only increasing Katsuki’s frustrations.

“What the hell nerd, just answer me!”

Gasping for breaths between his laughter, he attempted to calm the blonde. “Oh, oh Kacchan is that-is that what was worrying you?” Another wave of laughter.

“Are you making fun of me? Izu, I thought you trusted me, but you’ve been lying to me!”

“No, no, no! Kacchan, I haven’t lied at all. I did only go out to meet my friends, but it was to a dance class! I could’ve sworn I told you about it on our second date.”

“Oh...”

/Oh/

Their second date was the time they went to the amusement park; the first time they made out. No wonder he didn’t remember! There were more pressing, memorable, matters at hand, after all.

Then, it was like Izuku had flipped a switch. He got closer and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck, bringing their lips together briefly, before nipping along the blonde’s jaw and neck, making him bite back a moan. With an almost animalistic growl, Deku whispered into Katsuki’s ear as his hands made their way down the engineer’s body.

“Why? Were you a little jealous, or just upset I haven’t shown you everything I can do?”

Katsuki snapped, caging the greenette against the wall, he bit playfully at the other’s shoulder and asked, “Oh, is that so? Care to show me what you’ve been holding back, Deku?”

“Gladly.”

But just as he smashed their lips together, the door swung open, startling them and making them scramble to cover their evident arousal.

“What the fuck Pikachu?!” Bakugo seethed.

‘Damn it! So close!’

Denki rushed into a stall, apologizing when he was already inside. “Sorry Bakubro, can’t hold it in!”

“I thought you’d closed it!” Izuku looked at him with panic in his eyes, hands still smoothing over the dark jeans to put everything back in its place.

Katsuki, still fuming at the interruption, hissed, “I did!” Looking towards the stall and wondering how the hell the other blonde had broken through.

Draping a hand around his boyfriend’s shoulders, moment clearly gone, he began to chuckle at Izuku’s embarrassment as he led him back to their area. 

That reaction was more like the nerd he knew. Although confident dancer Izuku had him with a constant hard-on, he has to admit he loved how cute his boyfriend could be when he was flustered. His sexy-ass moves would have to wait until they got back to one of their apartments, but that night was one he’d never forget.

END

Just having a day where I couldn’t get this song out of my head xD (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNZrc_XvF30)

Now on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/29592402 

[bratzs12345]

So, I’ve been working on this VERY long bkdk fanfiction, and I’ve been losing some creative spirit, so I’ve decided to post one of the chapters to brew up some more condidence.

BTW, for context, Izuku is walking around in a world he already knows and interacting with people he has already seen, he ust can’t remeber it. ;) The song is Black Sheep from the movie Scott Pilgrim vs the World.

                                                       LOADING… 

                                                        LOADING… 

                                                        LOADING… 

                                                        START? 

The bar seemed to be overly swarmed for a Thursday night. Dancing bodies take up the middle of the room, and conversing couples and groups stand on the outskirts. Both of which make it almost impossible for Izuku to make his way to the bar. However, he does manage to grab a seat and takes a look at the possible drink options in his hand. An empty glass slams into his field of vision. 

Izuku blinks and looks up to see a frowning middle-aged man glaring at him. His eyes are tired and irritated, and his mouth seemed to be set in a permanent frown. “I said, ‘What’s your poison, kid’? The bartender reiterates. 

His face flushes, and he lowers his head in embarrassment. “Sorry, I must have not heard from you. Tequila?” With that, the bartender walks away leaving Izuku to give a sigh of relief. He looks around dazedly at the distracted masses. None of them seemed to be the person he was looking for. 

“One shot of Tequila. The bartender says tiredly. His tone of voice triggers something inside of Izuku, and he tilts his head in confusion. The bartender raises his eyebrows in response, “Can I get you anything else?” 

 “No…Aizawa?” He says. The name almost feels familiar coming out of his mouth. Almost like he had said them before or seen them. 

 Aizawa does not share his sense of confusion because he rolls his eyes and says patronizingly, “Yes, that is what my how you read my nametag.” Izuku looks down at the nametag on his chest to see that the kanji for his name is indeed printed the same way. He flushes in embarrassment once more as Aizawa walks away mumbling something about not getting enough pay. 

Izuku sighs into his drink and throws it back. The only thing worse than crowds is interacting with them. Though he can’t seem to pick out any faces, he does have to admit the various people are realistically detailed and unique. It really does feel like he’s in a real bar. 

 “Alright! Who is ready to party?” The host shouts from the center stage. The crowd answers back enthusiastically. Izuku turns around intrigued. 

“We’ve got some fan favorites here ready to grace the stage today. Everybody, give it up for the Ground Zero!” The cheering gets louder at the name of the band, and the host quickly makes his way off the stage to give them some room.  

The cheering only gets louder as the members become visible under the building’s soft lights. In the back-center, a sandy blond man takes his place behind the drums. He smirks at the audience as he picks up the sticks, and Izuku can feel his chest tighten at the familiar face. A pink-haired woman in a purple zebra pink dress takes the mic. “What’s up, Tokyo! I’m Mina, and behind me are my associates, Kirishima, Jirou, and *******. As you probably already know, we’re Ground Zero.”  

Kirishima, a man with spiky red hair and sharp-toothed grin, and Jirou, a woman with a short cut bob and bored expression, come from behind Mina to stand at her side with guitars in both of their hands. They continue waving to the audience until the unnamed drummer rolls his eyes at the introduction and yells something at Mina that Izuku can’t hear from where he stands. Whatever he yells makes Mina laugh and she gives her bandmates a signal for the song to begin. 

Izuku couldn’t help but shake in excitement. Not only did they sound amazing, but they were playing one of his favorite songs. 

             Black sheep come home, black sheep come home               Black sheep come home, black sheep come home 

Jirou works off the crowd’s energy and provides beginning background vocals and harmonies for the chorus. Her guitar’s bass shakes the walls of the bar, and her harmonies reverberate throughout the walls of the bar. The energy she gave off undercut her seemingly uninterested demeanor. As the established frontman, she led the group throughout every melody and note change with ease, just as a prodigy should. 

                   Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when 

                  Our common goal was waiting for the world to end 

 Mina’s voice is soft but airy enough to give the rock ballad a seductive sound. She sings the words while bouncing on around the stage with the beat. She seems to be the one having the most fun under the attention striking flirty poses along with some of the more risque lyrics. Looking to her left, she kept in time with Jirou and Kaminari while occasionally looking back to the obscured drummer. 

                                   Send you my love on a wire 

               Lift you up, every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh 

                                                 From you 

Kirishima keeps up in step and strumming in time to Jirou’s notes. He hypes the crowd in between chords and keeps them moving throughout the track. He looks to the crowd shouting out some of the lyrics while occasionally losing himself in a few of his own dance moves. His position on stage allows him to keep his strumming on beat with the drummer while hearing any switch ups from Jirou, so that the group stays in sync. 

Though he’s in the back, the audience seems to automatically be drawn to Bakugou. His low vocals work with Jriou’s higher voice to create the perfect harmonies on the chorus while keeping time with the beats of his drum. From the looks of the signs, many of the crowd seems to be carrying, it seems as though he’s a fan favorite. 

                             It's a mechanical bull, the number one 

                                   You'll take a ride from anyone 

                      Everyone wants a ride, pulls away, ooh, from you 

Izuku can say the same. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of him. The way his hair moves as he bangs his head up and down in time, the way he closes his eyes and seems to be lost in the music and his aura seems to scream for attention over the already loud room. Izuku can safely say that he is hooked. 

The song ends with roaring applause, and Mina wishes the crowd a good night as they take their leave. Izuku’s eyes widen at the retreating figures, and he knows he has to act fast. Without thinking, he begins to push his way through the tightly knit crowd, almost getting crushed for his efforts. Without looking back at the people he nudged a little too hard, he made his way to the back of the stage. The backstage entrance isn’t hard to find as much as it’s hard to get to, but the green-haired man manages to make his way. The guards at the door were already having a rough time calming down a horde of fans who had the same idea he did. 

One burly man was speaking with a blond woman in front of all the others, and he overhears their conversation as he approaches. 

“Please…Please! Why can’t I see Kirishima-Kun?” The blonde pleads with the apathetic security guard, and his frown deepens. She was one of the audience members carrying a sign, although hers seemed to be dedicated to the guitarist. 

“No one is getting in, by direct orders. If you have a problem with it, take it up with the manager.” He says dryly. The blonde continues her pestering to the increasingly annoyed man who looks to be about three seconds away from giving her the boot. 

 Izuku slowly approaches the two and clears his throat. The squabbling pair look back at him. The blonde’s face is curious, and the guard seems to be annoyed. “Is there any way to ask permission to get backstage?” 

“Take it up with Aizawa. All of you.” He waves them off. “Now, get out of my face before I call the police.” 

 Aizawa? He quickly turns to head back toward the bar, barreling his way through the dance floor this time. He reaches the seat he was previously in and looks around. While the patrons seem to be good and drunk, there was no bartender in sight. Izuku sighed in disappointment. The groupies at the door seem to be ready to call it a day and walk off from the guards with scowls and curses. Izuku himself sighs while taking a seat in the exact same place he was in before the show. He wishes this wasn’t so difficult. He just needed to- 

“What’s your poison, kid?” Aizawa appears in front of him suddenly as if answering a prayer. Izuku can hardly believe it. 

“Can you help me? I mean- I need to get backstage,” he says hurriedly. His heart is pounding out of his chest, and his breath comes out in short pants. 

Aizawa looks back at him as if he had grown a third head. “Calm down, Izuku.” 

But Izuku is way past the point of calming down. He runs his fingers through his hair and grits his teeth. “I’m sorry. It’s just really important that I get backstage and talk to Kacchan before he leaves tonight.” 

 Kacchan? 

“I mean…” Izuku stutters with a flush. He takes a deep breath and plops down in the seat. “What am I talking about? There’s no way I can talk to him. Everything about him screams confidence and I- I just… You know how you meet someone for the first time and instantly feel a connection. I know it sounds crazy to say but I just felt like if I talked to him for a second, then maybe I could tell him-I dunno. Forget it, just bring me another tequila.” He lowers his head in embarrassment. 

For a long minute, there’s nothing but silence between them. Izuku keeps his head down expecting the bartender to walk away. Soon enough, he does, and Izuku lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Another group had taken the stage, and while most had left after Ground Zero’s performance, a good number of them were around to cheer while the next singer performed. Izuku sighed, knowing that the band was pretty popular. It was pretty stupid of him to think- 

A calloused hand slammed down a twenty-dollar bill beside him. “Hey, nerd,” Izuku turns around to see Ground Zero’s drummer standing behind him. 

He stares at him with an indiscernible look in his eyes and makes sure he got into his space. Before Izuku could say anything, the blonde pulls him forward and presses his lips against his. Izuku’s mind goes blank as he registers lips moving against his, and by the time he pulls away, his mind is sufficiently fried. A smirk comes back to his face as he sees the look in his eyes, and he leans forward once more to huskily whisper in his ear, 

                                       “What’s my name, Deku?”

Please be nice  It’s just a first draft.

[unoutan]

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready yet?”

“No!”

Ten minutes pass.

“You fucking ready, yet?”

“No cursing on Christmas, and no!”

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

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

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

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

“I was rooting for her, Kacchan!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“DEKU!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please? Want me where?”

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

So much for no bad language on Christmas.

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

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

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

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

Still, those words of flattery tickled his chest.

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

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

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

“You are very hot.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I just know you’ll love it!”

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

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

He was speechless.

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

To Be Continued?