“Disembodied.”
So this is my first NSFW art of Midoriya lol. Not the best, but I like it.
^ The dick looks disembodied, but whatever 😭. Also this can be whoever’s penis you want it to be 😂. Though I’d like to think it’s Bakugou’s.
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This is for an event the with @dearUAwriters on twitter. I’m super excited to be posting this! Thanks for letting me join the event!
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CWs/TWs: Top Bakugou/Pro Hero Bakugou/Bottom Midoriya/Pro Hero Midoriya/ Angst/Fluff/Eventual Smut/Mutual Pining/Canonverse/Aged-Up/Canon-Typical/PTSD/Panic attack/Night Terrors/Manga Spoilers/Temperature Play/Body Worship/Scar Appreciation/Blow Job/Forekin Play/Anal Sex/Happy Ending/Open Ending.
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"Deku The Snowman.”
CW/TWs: Kid Fic/No Quirks AU/Angst/Sad/Fluff/Open Ending.
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Katsuki was a lonely child. Mostly by choice even though a lot of children didn't like his harsh attitude or his rudeness. He played by himself most of the time. He didn't need any friends, being by himself was better than dealing with annoying girls, stupid boys, and moronic extras. Katsuki didn't have time for unworthy extras.
Winter had come and he was outside in the snow as his father shoveled off the driveway. Katsuki had started making a snowman since he had nothing else to do. It was shorter than him. It had leaves and grass as hair, green lima beans as eyes, black turtle beans as freckles, and a baby carrot as a nose.
It was missing something Katsuki thought as his father went into the house after telling him to not leave the yard. The young blonde understood but follows his father to searched for what the snowman was missing. He went to his room, but didn't find what he wanted, so he goes back outside after hearing his father repeat what he said earlier. Once outside he saw an old lady approaching the house.
Katsuki glared at the woman who entered his yard. He knew her, but that didn't mean he was okay with the stranger on his parents property uninvited. She smiled kindly, a few wrinkles smoothed out with the stretch, and said that she had made scarfs and gloves for all the children in their small neighborhood. Everyone knew each other and Katsuki knew the lady was nice so out of respect he took the items and thanked her with a bow of his head.
The old lady patted his blonde hair then asked if he would help her up the stairs to the house. Of course being the nice boy he is, Katsuki helped her into the house and she thanked him for his assistance. Once back outside with the yellow, blue, and red scarf around his neck looked at the snowman pensively. It was still missing something, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
The scarf was soft and probably handmade. Since old lady was a widow with a lot of time it makes sense that she would spend it doing this. Something just sweet and out of the goodness of her old slow beating heart. Katsuki wondered why some people were good inside and out, but others weren't. Some pretended to be good people, but deep down they were awful. Katsuki didn't like people like that.
During his thinking he had lost track of time and the lady was leaving his house. On her way back to the sidewalk she noticed Katsuki was staring at the little snowman. She laughed lightly a complimented him on his work then suggested he put the scarf on the snowman, saying it might bring the snowman life if he wished hard enough. Katsuki just rolled his eyes dismissing her outlandish words.
The blonde thought it was stupid and he knew the lady was just trying to feed his child's imagination, but Katsuki wasn't a regular child. He didn't fall for stupid stuff like that. He was top of his class and always made A's. He didn't believe in fairytales like that, but he simply just nodded placatingly and the old lady bid her goodbyes with a fond smile. He waved as he watched her walk down the street. Not that he cares but he doesn't want the old bad to get run over by a biker, fall into the road, or something.
After he was out of sight he eventually decided to just put the scarf on the snowman and it looked just perfect, cute even. Then a gust of air whipped through the late afternoon as the sun was setting making the sky and clouds different shades of orange. Something magical was helping. The snowman or rather snowboy turned into a real one, well kinda...
The boy was still white as a ghost, but his hair was green and really curly. It was a mess honestly. His eyes were bright green like emeralds, his nose cute as a button, his freckles prominent on his flushed cheeks, and his face was a little chubby. Katsuki didn't mind though. He wouldn't say it out loud of course, but he kind of thought the boy was cute. Really cute.
They played after Katsuki snuck out of the house with a flashlight when his parents went to bed. For once Katsuki liked playing with someone and eventually winter was almost over so he would have to say goodbye to Deku the snowboy. He called him Deku because he was kind of well, a Deku. Deku had given him a nickname too. Kacchan and every time he said it, it was music to Katsuki's ears.
Deku knows when it's time to leave and he sheds cold tears every time but Katsuki always promises to bring him back to life when the next snow falls. He hates when Deku has to leave but the boy can't stay during the summer. He'll melt into a puddle of water. So when winter is over he keeps the scarf in a safe place so every year he can keep remaking the snowman as he grows up and see his favorite person. That's how they do things every year, that is until Katsuki can fine a way to keep his Deku from melting. Maybe he should talk to the puppet maker, Geppetto-san, that lives down the street.
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