#bkdk being soft AND in love AND cringe

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“Pookie.” 

Sunlight filters red and fleshy through Katsuki’s eyelids. He’s content and warm and there are rough fingertips on his cheeks. 

“Mm,” Katsuki says, still half asleep. 

“Pookie bear, wake up.” 

Katsuki sighs heavily. 

“‘S too early for your bullshit, Zu,” Katsuki warns, voice husky with sleep. 

“It’s not bullshit,” Izuku counters with a huff. “This is important.” 

He’s been on this pet name kick for at least a month now. For some reason, three years into their relationship ‘babe’, ‘baby’, and ‘sweetheart’ suddenly aren’t enough terms of endearment anymore. Katsuki blames Mina and her tendency to call Kirishima literally anything other than his name. Katsuki refuses to open his eyes. It’s a rare day off for both of them, and he’s perfectly happy to spend the morning like this: with Izuku draped over him, their legs interwoven, and Izuku’s hands on his face. His thumbs brush over Katsuki’s cheekbones. 

“Sugar bear,” Izuku continues. “Sweetums.” 

“No,” Katsuki says shortly. “Veto.” 

Izuku huffs again. “Kaaaachan why?” 

“Pick a name that isn’t cringe and I won’t veto,” Katsuki reasons. 

“You think all my names are cringe!” Izuku whines. 

Katsuki cracks his eyelids open. Izuku is adorably flushed and sulking at him, there are red indents from his pillow on his freckled cheek. His pout is so fucking cute that Katsuki feels the urge to sink his teeth into his plush bottom lip, morning breath be damned. Izuku smiles when their eyes meet. 

“Good morning sunshine,” he says. 

Katsuki snorts and Izuku brightens. “That wasn’t a no!” Izuku says, hopefully. 

“It’s a no,” Katsuki says. He reaches up to card his hands through Izuku’s hair, trying in vain to tame some of Izuku’s unruly bedhead. 

“Ugh!” Izuku says and god he’s cute, especially when he scowls. Izuku’s hand curls into a fist as he beats Katsuki’s chest lightly. “Why don’t you like any of them? Do you not love me anymore?” 

Katsuki can’t help his lazy grin. “I love you.” 

Izuku wiggles in closer, huge eyes drinking in Katsuki greedily as he brings them nearly nose to nose. 

“Then lemme call you pookie bear,” he demands. 

“You’re so fucking lame,” Katsuki says, all too fondly. “Pookie? Really?” 

“It’s cute!” “It’s the kind of name you’d give a cat or somethin’,” Katsuki protests. “It’s not cute.” 

Izuku sighs heavily. He pouts. He takes Katsuki’s face in his hands and squishes his cheeks between his palms.

“But you are,” Izuku says, stubbornly. “You are my pookie bear.” 

Katsuki turns his head and bites at Izuku’s fingers. Izuku gasps, but doesn’t pull away. Katsuki catches the heel of Izuku’s palm between his teeth, nibbling gently. 

“Bitey pookie bear,” Izuku scolds. Katsuki bites harder and Izuku yelps.

“Pick somethin’ else,” Katsuki gruffs. “Pookie bear ain’t sticking.” 

Izuku groans. He collapses onto Katsuki’s chest and nuzzles into him with grumpy, huffy, put-out noises. 

“Kacchan,” he whines. 

“Mmm, I like that one,” Katsuki allows. Izuku jabs him in the ribs harshly. “Hey!” 

“That one is old! We need a new one!” Izuku protests. 

“Why?” Katsuki asks. “Gettin’ bored of me?” 

Izuku sputters.

“No! I would never get bored of Kacchan,” Izuku says, like the suggestion deeply offends him. Katsuki wraps his arms around Izuku’s shoulders and squeezes tight. “Never ever.” 

Katsuki kisses the crown of Izuku’s head tenderly. Truthfully, there is one name he’d like Izuku to call him. He’s been thinking about it for a while actually. Thinking about it for too long probably. He wonders if now is a bad time to ask. 

“Sugar plum,” Izuku goes on. “Love-muffin.” 

“Alright, now you’re pickin’ dumb shit on purpose,” Katsuki says, giving his nose a little pinch. Izuku’s irritated noise is nasally and half a growl. 

“You pick then!” Izuku says, petulantly. “If mine are all ‘too cringe’ for you.”

Katsuki wrestles with himself for a moment. He’s been waiting for an opportunity to ask, but… is this the best time? He chews on the inside of his cheek as he considers.

“And I can pick anything?” Katsuki clarifies. “Anything I want?” 

Izuku sets his chin on Katsuki’s sternum as he meets his gaze. 

“Within reason,” Izuku adds. 

Katsuki grins. 

“Oh, so I have to be reasonable, but you can throw out shit like pookie bear,” Katsuki deadpans. 

Izuku smiles at him prettily. “Yes.” 

God Katsuki loves him so fucking much. He’s so goddamn lucky. It still blows Katsuki’s mind that he’s allowed this: Izuku all over him, smiling at him sweetly, wide eyes warm with affection. He wouldn’t trade this for anything. Katsuki wonders if Izuku can feel his heartbeat racing as he gathers his courage.

“Well,” Katsuki says, thumbing a curl absentmindedly. “There’s one thing I’d like to call you actually.” 

That catches Izuku’s interest. His brows pop and a little frown appears on his face. 

“What is it?” Izuku asks.

Katsuki bites his lower lip. Fuck, he hopes Izuku doesn’t notice the way Katsuki’s hand trembles against his cheek. 

“Husband,” Katsuki manages, roughly. “I’d like to call you my husband.” 

Izuku stares at him blankly. His mouth opens and closes several times. His lashes flutter as he blinks rapidly. Katsuki’s heart strains as it pounds against his ribs. Sometimes he swears he can still feel the stitching in there pulling his heartstrings taught. 

“You--” Izuku begins. He sits up suddenly and there’s a rush of cold air as his body retreats. Izuku sits on his haunches and covers his gaping mouth with his hands. “You didn’t just-- But I-- Kacchan! Are you serious? I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!” 

“Gross,” Katsuki says, propping himself up on his elbows. “Still wanna marry you, though.” 

“Kacchan.” 

Ah. There are the waterworks. Katsuki is hit with a powerful surge of fondness. That’s his silly, crybaby nerd for you. Izuku blubbers and sobs, but doesn’t say anything else, so maybe he needs more convincing. Katsuki leans over the side of the bed and rummages through his nightstand, procuring the ring box from the one place he knew Izuku would never look: the half-empty box of long-expired condoms. (His boyfriend being a cum-slut did have some advantages.) Katsuki pops the box open, presenting the silver-gold band to Izuku with a smirk. 

“Oh my god,” Izuku chokes on the words. He curls up in on himself, hiding his head in his elbows. Katsuki sits up straight, sets the ring box aside, and pries Izuku’s arms apart. He drinks in the sight of Izuku, trembling and teary and oh so fucking pretty. His tears always make his doe-eyes somehow even brighter and sparklier. Katsuki touches his face tenderly. 

“I love you,” Katsuki says, because he was probably supposed to have some kind of speech for this. “You’re everything I want. You’re-- you’re fuckin’ everything to me. ‘Zu.” 

Fuck, he feels a lump forming in his throat already. He swallows thickly and takes in a steadying breath. 

“You--” Katsuki struggles for a moment. What words could possibly encapsulate all Izuku is to him? “You’re it for me, Izuku. I want you, I choose you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I wanna give you everything you want.” 

Izuku sobs and wipes his eyes with the backs of his hands. Katsuki rests his forehead against Izuku’s. 

“Lemme give it to you,” Katsuki murmurs. “Lemme have you, take care of you. Call me whatever you want, just lemme be yours.” 

Izuku shakes them both with his sudden laugh.  

“Even pookie bear?” he asks, peeking up at him hopefully and sniffling. 

Katsuki snorts and rolls his eyes. He thumbs away the tears rolling down Izuku’s cheeks.

“Yeah whatever,” Katsuki says, evenly. He presses a soft kiss to Izuku’s cheekbone. “My husband can call me whatever he wants.” 

Izuku’s giggling is high-pitched and breathless. He cups Katsuki’s face in his hands and stares at Katsuki, wide-eyed and adoring.  

“Husband,” Izuku says, slowly like he’s testing the word out. “Husband. Kacchan is my husband. My husband Kacchan.” 

“Mmm,” Katsuki says. Izuku strokes his cheeks with gentle fingers. “Izuku.” 

“Yes?” Izuku says, all too happily. 

“Be my husband,” Katsuki says, more of an order than an ask. 

“Yes,” Izuku agrees, grinning brilliantly. “Yes, I will.” 

Katsuki throws his arms around him and crushes their bodies together. His Izuku, his partner, his best friend, his fiancé. Oh fuck. It hits him square in the chest. He’s really done it, he’s made Izuku his. He’s laid a claim on him no one else will ever have. Fiancé. Katsuki chokes on his sob. Goddamnit, Izuku’s crybaby ways are rubbing off on him. 

“I love you,” Katsuki says, muffled into Izuku’s neck. He presses kisses into the soft skin of his throat. “I’m so fucking lucky.” 

Izuku clutches at his hair and the back of Katsuki’s shirt. 

“I love you too,” Izuku whispers. “I love you so much.” 

Izuku only pulls away far enough to kiss him and alright, maybe he had a point about brushing his teeth earlier. Katsuki can hardly bring himself to care. He kisses back with fervor. They’re gross and in love and fucking engaged. Engaged! Izuku is his. 

“Lemme put this on you,” Katsuki says, breaking away with a gasp. Izuku nods hurriedly. Katsuki trembles as he slips the ring onto Izuku’s finger. A perfect fit, because of course it fucking is. Katsuki doesn’t half-ass anything, especially not when it comes to Izuku. He’d made sure to take into account his knobby knuckles where the bones had never healed quite right and everything. Izuku beams down at his glimmering ring. 

“My hands are too ugly for something this pretty,” Izuku complains. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki says, bringing Izuku’s scarred knuckles to his mouth and kissing them furiously. “That’s the love of my life you’re talking shit about.” 

Izuku giggles as Katsuki continues to scatter kisses all over his fingers, leaving no scar or bump unscathed from his merciless affection. He only stops when Izuku instead cups his face and draws him up to press a lingering kiss to his mouth instead. 

“I love you,” Izuku says, softly. “My Kacchan.” 

Katsuki hums in agreement. 

“My pookie bear,” Izuku adds, teasing. 

Katsuki snorts and wrinkles his nose. Ugh. Alright, that will take some getting used to. He pulls away and gazes at his fiancé: all viridian curls, shiny tear-tracks lining his freckled cheeks, his wide, expressive eyes glittering with amusement. Katsuki kisses him softly. 

“Yeah,” Katsuki says, trying to sound annoyed despite himself. “That’s me.” 

Izuku’s laughter bubbles out of him, too bright and joyous for his body to contain. He cradles Katsuki’s throat in his hands, peppers his whole face with kisses, and it’s definitely, absolutely one-hundred percent worth it.

[chamibii]

Some more soft BkDk

*This is for all my chubby Deku lovers..Chubby Katsuki has entered the chat*

I see your chubby Deku, and raise you a compulsive overeating chubby Katsuki. He sustained an injury, which forced him into early retirement and because he’s bad at feelings, he starts eating them. Deku ((his mans)) is still in impeccable shape, so Kacchan is now extremely self conscious. Whenever they make love, he has to stop himself from cringing at Deku’s touch.. each pass of his nimble fingers pressing into soft malleable flesh causes a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill.

Deku doesn’t understand why Kacchan rejects him now, when before his appetite for sex was insatiable. So he plies him with flowers and dates and when Kacchan finally breaks down in tears, wailing about being fat and unattractive, Deku spends the time kissing each and every inch of him, reassuring him that his weight will never be an issue.