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I’m so happy that this filled you with some softness 🫂💕

I always firmly believe that Izuku’s love for Kacchan is so strong and unquestionable, so clingy and soft, and I’m happy that I was able to reach your heart with his love 💕 thank you for reading and for your beautiful kind words ♥️

In every timeline #dkbk #izkt

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My friends always tell me how they love my Izuku; who is so in love and obsessed with his Kacchan. Who holds Kacchan close. Who presses kisses against Kacchan's scarred fingers. Who whispers "mine" to Kacchan, pulling him into his lap while out 🍻

My Izuku who belongs eternally to his Kacchan 💚🧡

Because for Izuku, it will always be Kacchan, their souls eternally entwined.

Kacchan laughs at the determination, at the upset pout Izuku gives him at the thought of any life where he wasn’t with his Kacchan, who doesn’t stop pouting until Kacchan kisses him a hundred times back.

“Every lifetime,” Izuku says as he slides in once more, eyes softening. “I love you always.”

And when he carries Kacchan to their bedroom for the night, he says it once more.

“I love you in this life and the next…”

And when Kacchan teases; “And what about after?”

Izuku doesn’t hesitate, tightening his hold; “I love you in every lifetime, Kacchan. I’m never letting you go.”

When they take their afternoon nap on the sofa, pulling Kacchan tight in his embrace as he mumbles the words against Kacchan’s nape.

He doesn’t stop saying it even when slides into Kacchan, his endless “I love yous” mixing with Kacchan moans.

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Izuku whispers the same words when they wake hours later.

When he carries Kacchan to their bathroom and bathes them both in the tub. When Kacchan melts against his chest as Izuku washes his hair. When he wraps his arms around Kacchan as they cook breakfast.

Over and over.

Afterwards, when their names are gasped and whispered, and when Kacchan melts against him, Izuku strokes the ring on Kacchan’s finger as the blond drifts back to sleep.

“I love you…” he whispers against Kacchan’s ear, who hums. “In this lifetime and the next…”

It earned him a few smacks, an earful of threats, but Izuku knew how to make the blond melt under his touch.

He didn’t care if his leg was in a brace or his ribs bandaged tightly, Izuku would keep his vow of always showing his love and appreciation for his Kacchan.

Now, here they were, ten years later. Married and spending their days in domestic bliss with the occasional worried anxiety caused when one of them lands in the hospital due to their hero work.

Even injured, Izuku would not hold himself back from making love to Kacchan.

Kacchan had barely turned around, with absolutely no warning, red eyes widening as Izuku cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss.

Izuku, unable to hold back anymore, had been too impatient to express with words his overwhelming feelings for Kacchan, simply deciding to show him.

As though reading Izuku’s mind, Kacchan just huffs against him, knowing that his husband may be sympathetic, but never actually regrets having his way with him.

It’s been this way since the moment Izuku chased after him after their graduation celebration, calling out his name.

Not wanting to exhaust him more (he plans to spend their day off randomly bending Kacchan over throughout their home), Izuku slows.

He pulls Kacchan into another kiss, apologetic for his inability to ever hold back when it comes to the love of his life.

Just like how it effects Izuku when Kacchan signs his signatures with “Midoriya Katsuki” in pretty loops, as though he had practiced for years.

He doesn’t realize he’s picking up pace until he hears the fleshy slap of Kacchan’s cheeks, who is panting now.

Kacchan’s blush deepens at the word, tightening around Izuku in response, making them both moan.

It’s a word that always has its most effect on Kacchan. Along with “my husband” that Izuku always throws around at any opportunity while out in public or work, ring flashing at the cameras.

At the tightness, Izuku slowly works Kacchan open, groaning in pleasure as the blond sleepily meets thrusts.

He doesn’t release Kacchan’s face, whose red eyes peek under pale lashes, a flush spreading across his cheeks as Izuku’s long, thick cock drags in and out of him.

“Beautiful…”

When he grinds his round, plump cheeks against Izuku’s hard cock, giving him permission, Izuku positions himself at the wet entrance inviting him in.

They both gasp into each other’s mouths as he slides in, Kacchan still soft and wet from earlier even though he still squeezes around Izuku.

Izuku, who had only wanted to continue innocently kissing Kacchan, doesn’t hesitate when Kacchan disentangles his leg and immediately slides his arm down to hook under Kacchan’s thigh to hold up and open.

Kacchan huffs a laugh into Izuku’s mouth, which has grown hungrier.

“—‘zuku,” Kacchan’s voice is soft and sleepy, a whisper swallowed up by his husband’s mouth.

He finally becomes aware of Izuku’s hard cock pressed against him, how the tip leaks and smears pre on the dimples of his lower back.

He smiles against Izuku’s lips, eyes still closed.

He hums when Izuku deepens the kiss, blond lashes fluttering and struggling to open against sleep as the sounds of their kisses echo with growing wetness.

When Kacchan can no longer keep his head up, Izuku’s scarred fingers reach up to caress his face, keeping him there.

Heart swelling at the sight, Izuku engraves the sight into his mind, his chest warming with love as he tightens his embrace.

Kacchan finally begins to stir, face turning against Izuku’s and drowsily accepting the lips the pull him into a slow, gentle kiss.

Judging by the darkness of their bedroom, Izuku knows that dawn is still hours away, watching as moonlight dances on the scars of Kacchan’s outstretched arm.

His other arm is draped on the bed alongside it, a halo of moonlight making the wedding band on Kacchan’s finger glow.

In return, Izuku would be scowled at, but somehow or another they would wind up in the shower together, with Kacchan moaning and arching his back against Izuku’s deep thrusts, hips bruising under tight grip.

But for now, he sleeps on, unaware of Izuku’s feathered kisses against his warm skin.

Izuku could pester him with soft kisses and gentle nibbles and the blond wouldn’t wake, only discovering the blossoming love marks in his reflection when he woke to shower;

All marks perfectly aligned to make sure they could hide even under his newly modified winter suit.

Even though his hardness presses against Kacchan’s round thick bottom, Izuku ignores it as he makes sure that there isn’t a inch of space between them, his thick arms wrapped tightly around Kacchan’s chest and waist.

Kacchan, so used to being in his tight embrace, barely stirs.

#dkbk #thread mild 🔞

| Eternally Mine |

Kacchan’s legs are warm in between Izuku’s when he wakes, their bodies still tangled from their love-making just mere hours ago.

Absently, he nuzzles into the crook of Kacchan’s neck, pulling the blond closer against him as he inhales his familiar scent.

Dreams (1-2) #dkbk

Coloring panels from an animatic #dkbk