[irlkatsu]

♯┆ ‎ ‎ call me bomb ᵎᵎ ‎ 21 any prns. dkbkdk centric ˊ˗ when the brain worms get so overstimulating that you genuinely make an entire blog dedicated to a single ship .. this entire blog will consistently talk about izuku midoriya and katsuki bakugou from boku no hero academia, and will be a mash up of headcanons, drabbles, fanart, and fic recs of our favorite losers. please read the rules before proceeding any further, then let’s discuss .ᐟ

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[bylerreddieboreo]

was it casual when immediately after like resurrecting i made eye contact with you?

was it casual when you were bleeding out and i gave you my blood after i stabbed you?

was it casual when you ran as fast as a fighter jet to get me to my family?



[cinna-creme]

lunch break

a/n: i love sensei izu and pro hero katsuki sm

there’s a single knock on the classroom door before katsuki is entering. izuku’s eyes widen and the students gasp as they take in katsuki in his hero uniform. izuku stands up from his desk and pushes katsuki out into the hall and clicks the door shut behind them.

“what are you doing here?” izuku hisses, breath catching in his throat as katsuki pushes him back against the wall.

“can’t visit my favorite sensei?” katsuki tugs on izuku’s tie.

“you- you can.” his cheeks heat. “but you should tell me first.”

“why’s that?” katsuki leans down, inching closer.

“kacchan someone could see.” he presses his hands to his chest.

“and what are they gonna say?” katsuki’s mouth centimeters from izuku’s.

“one kiss, then i have to get back to my class.” izuku’s practically panting now.

that’s all it takes for katsuki to be pressing his lips against izuku’s. it’s searing and all consuming. izuku pulls back for a breath but katsuki follows him and captures his lips again, snaking an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.

“kacchan we- mmph!” katsuki kisses down his neck. “we’re in the hallway.” he pants.

“lunch is soon, right?” katsuki chuckles against his warm skin, sucking a small mark just under his collar.

“yes!” izuku’s fingers dig into katsuki’s arms.

“then i’ll wait with you and watch you teach.” katsuki pulls away. “c’mon sensei, before these kids get any weird ideas.” he leaves izuku pressed against the wall while he opens the classroom and walks in.

izuku smooths his shirt and straightens his tie, nodding his head before walking back into the classroom. katsuki is at the front of the class showing the students the different things he can do with the little sparks he can create without making an outright explosion. izuku watches him with a soft smile from the doorway until katsuki turns his attention to him.

“you guys know this nerd is the best teacher you could ask for right?”

the kids start giggling and izuku’s eyes go wide. “katsuki enough.” izuku steps into the classroom. “go sit at the back so i can finish my lesson.”

“yes sensei.” katsuki smirks and makes his way to an empty desk in the back.

izuku tries his hardest to focus on the lesson but his eyes keep drifting to katsuki lounging in the back of his classroom. katsuki keeps chiming in and every time izuku immediately stumbles over his words, letting out a little huff. the bell finally rings and izuku dismisses his students with a sigh of relief and clicks the door shut behind the last one.

“you could’ve at- mmf!”

katsuki smashes his lips to izuku’s and pulls him flush against his chest. izuku melts into katsuki, gasping into his mouth when katsuki lifts him and carries him to his desk. he sets him back on the wood and kisses down his neck again.

“kats- kacchan..” his head lulls back.

“look so fucking good in this suit.” katsuki shakes his head.

katsuki’s hands squeeze against izuku’s sides, sliding lower until he’s unbuckling his belt. he slips his hand past the waist band, wrapping his slender fingers around izuku’s cock. izuku grips onto katsuki’s shoulders as he slowly starts to stroke him.

“please.” izuku’s hips jerk up.

“shhh.” katsuki leans back and looks at his flushed cheeks. “don’t want anyone to hear.” his grin widens.

he pumps him faster, thumb swiping over his leaking tip, leaning forward and swallowing down all of his sounds. izuku is gasping into katsuki’s mouth, fingers buried in his hair, trying to pull him closer. katsuki tightens his grip and izuku lets out a low moan.

“kats, can’t make a mess.” he shakes his head. “gotta teach class after.” he ends with a whine.

“should i use my mouth, sensei?” another glob of pre leaks out at katsuki’s hushed words. “gonna have to be quiet, izu.”

before izuku can process his words katsuki is lowering down, lifting up his shirt and pressing small kisses across his lower stomach as he slowly strokes him. he tugs his pants a little lower and traces his tongue around the tip making izuku bite on his knuckles to keep himself quiet.

katsuki slowly wraps his lips around izuku, sinking down, humming softly as he takes him to the back of his throat. izuku knows he won’t last, the setting, the warmth of katsuki’s mouth, his hero suit, all of it just too much. one of his hands is buried into katsuki’s hair still, the other clawing at the wood of his desk.

“kacchan- hic! i’m gonna.. gonna nghh!” his hand flies to his mouth as he starts to coat katsuki’s throat.

katsuki keeps sucking until izuku is pulling him off with a firm grip. he looks up at izuku as he licks his lips, helping him back into his pants. he leans up and takes izuku’s lips again, fingers adjusting his pants before cupping his cheeks.

“so handsome.” katsuki murmurs.

“are you.. are you done with work for the day?” izuku blinks up at him.

“yeah.” katsuki brushes izuku’s hair back.

“so.. you’re gonna be home tonight?” he traces a hand down katsuki’s chest.

“careful.. lunch isn’t that long.” katsuki chuckles, grabbing izuku’s wrist. “but yes, i’ll be at home waiting for you.” he presses his lips to his. “sensei.” he chuckles at izuku’s low groan.

[ashton-is-homo]

oh to be that onigiri....

also what cup size do you think that is...?

Because DAMN

[irlkatsu]

quite possibly my favorite kat pic

[pseudofuish]

Random: I wish people could appreciate Bkdk AND izuocha…BOTH CAN MAKE SENSE!!! I personally like bkdk but that doesn’t mean i’d hate on the other! And it doesn’t make opposing shippers weird!! Both are valid

[irlkatsu]

truth. the people who say izuocha makes no sense are coping so hard, they’re a cute lil couple!!

now what we really need is more bkdkchk fics >>>>

[symbol-of-victory]

its always a headgame with you

[computer-is-ok]

🫢

[irlkatsu]

wrote this because of this omg [@snapz1738 your mind]

“you made me do this.”

a paw on the nape and the back of his skull felt lead heavy, the entirety of izuku’s body weight behind it as he forced katsuki’s face deep into the decorative throw pillow on their couch. katsuki could barely breathe, choking on saliva and hiccups as his very angry boyfriend pounded into his ass from behind. “oh god yes fuck—”

all night, all fucking night at the annual hero gala, katsuki’s piss poor attitude had throttled izuku into a quiet, steady irritation. the blonde hates these events, hates the dressing up and the networking and the boring ass speeches: it all blows! and he made his discontent everyone else’s problem, izuku’s most of all.

“you just b-bitch and complain and— fuck.” katsuki vaguely feels a glob of drool smack between his shoulder blades. he’s stripped nude save for his black briefs that hang off an ankle; a stark contrast to izuku’s fully clothed, suit-clad stature. he’d been fuming the entire ride home, and the second they stepped foot inside their shared apartment, izuku practically tore the expensive fabric from katsuki’s body like the world’s most anticipated gift. “i thought you were a man? you-you’ve been acting like a bratty kid the whole night.”

katsuki’s back breaks into the most wicked arch. “w-was—hah—wanted t-to go home-uhhn, shit!” izuku’s strong hips ram into his ass with the power of an ox, thrusting so violently that the couch had begun a slow skid across the floorboards. katsuki’s voice is wrecked beyond recognition by now, his groans cracking into raspy sobs. weakly, he gropes around to blindly feel for the meat of izuku’s thigh, burrowing fingernails into the designer slacks sheathing pure muscle. “you’re fuckin’ the-the shit out of m-me i—”

izuku shoved his face down further. “shut up.” katsuki had already came once. remnants of his finish dirtied the cushion below his quivering hips, where a puddle of sticky semen seeps between threads. it hurts like a son of a bitch, the overstimulation, but katsuki fucking loves it this way. wants it this way, always. he moans something unintelligible again, thighs trembling, toes curled, and izuku falls heavily over his boyfriend’s back and hooks his chin over katsuki’s broad shoulder. “you w-wanted this, kacchan. right? you acted m-mean to me on purpose, right?”

izuku’s pelvis was flush against katsuki’s backside, and the rabbit-like thrusts morphed into a slow rolling grind. his dick reached so fucking deep inside that it stirred up nausea in the base of katsuki’s stomach. “i love it,” he choked around the pillow. katsuki is utterly stupefied and sex drunk by now, the filter between mind and mouth collapsing in the heat of his lust. he reaches up to knot a fist into izuku’s damp hair, pulling like it’s a reign. “l-love you. love you. deeper. d-deeper, i love you.”

[irlkatsu]

izuku has such a terrible gag reflex. going down on katsuki’s above-average self no laughing matter.

ohh he’s gagging and hacking and lurching every time the tip brushes over the back of his tongue. tears are always flowing too, nose running and for fucks sake, katsuki isn’t even halfway in! “how are you still so shit at this?” izuku’s boyfriend always asks him, but izuku never feels offended. he’s a self aware man—he knows this is a terrible performance.

“you’re too big.” izuku coughs up some drool, wiping wet lips with the back of his hand. there is spit everywhere, always.

katsuki clicks his tongue. “you’re bigger. and i take you balls deep everytime.”

“yeah, well…” he flushes at the psuedo-compliment. “kacchan is good at everything.”

“hah! damn right i am. now c’mere.”

izuku sits back up high on his knees, bracing his throat for more abuse only to have his hands shooed away. “nah,” the blonde says. one hand tugs izuku’s hair, dragging him in close so his face sits mere inches away from kacchan’s dick. the other begins to stroke himself, sufficient and twisting at the wrist. “i’ll finish myself off. gotta do everything my-fucking-self—” he groans, “lucky you got a cute face.”

like majority of izuku’s blowjob efforts, it ends with jizz splattering across his nose bridge :p

[snapz1738]

can someone PLEASE make a smut story about izuku topping katsuki, and where kat is just crying, whimpering, begging, and a blabbering mess. and izuku as just going hard and rough and pushing katsuki's head into the pillow after already making him nut multiple times🥹🥹

[irlkatsu]

yes

💢

[sketchyvero]

Bakugo you greedy son of a bitch

[mrowkart]

bakdek

[cinna-creme]

the main thing on my mind today is dkbk and how izu gets off on how mean kats is like idk i need to write that

[irlkatsu]

yesyesyesyesyESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYE

[cinna-creme]

dkbk but where katsuki is shy and blushy and izuku is flirty and sleazy and you’re his partner in crime

izuku is always groping you in front of him just to see how he reacts

izuku and you sandwich katsuki and squeeze his thighs and kiss on his neck and turn him into a squirming mess

[irlkatsu]

katsuki pays for everything. end of story.

it only makes the most sense that he pays. he makes better income than deku, and he wants to, and frankly the second reason alone is enough justification—katsuki does what he wants.

even years into their relationship, even when their funds are practically completely combined, izuku still asks to split the bill. it drives katsuki up the fucking wall. so he likes to fuck with the nerd, just a little.

they just finished dining at this fancy ass exclusive high-rise restaurant, and in a practiced motion katsuki waves down a waitress for the bill. the blonde folds open the note, rereading over the expenses for the evening. pricey, very pricey, because katsuki wanted that three-hundred dollar cut of steak.

“do you wanna split it?” izuku asks sheepishly from across the table, just like always. he knows it pisses katsuki off, too, but it’s like he can’t control his own kindness. always wanting to chip in, ugh.

katsuki sucks his teeth, fishing out his thick wallet from the pocket of his slacks. “hmm.” he pretends to sit with it for a moment while he thumbs through a bundle of bills. procuring an exuberant tip. “you gonna give me some dick later?”

the sudden crudeness had izuku’s jaw fully dropped, freckled cheeks bleeding rouge. “i— wh— k-kacchan you…” doe eyes flick off to the side, his shoulders squirming a bit restlessly. so fucking cute, katsuki thinks. “you know i’ll give you that whenever you want.”

katsuki smiles handsomely, unable to hold back the laughing exhale through his nose. “i got it then.” obviously, he would’ve paid regardless, but izuku’s reaction is so priceless.

he’s so mean );

[akizukishu]

Kacchan being grounded by Izuku from chomping Izuku's cheek every second (it only lasted a day though)

[overpassart]

fav boy !!!!

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