Deku Doodles

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DANCE WITH ME

character: bakugou katsuki warnings: none i can think of, just kinda sad to sweet and very sentimental >.< words: 1.2k

synopsis:

”Years and years of Masaru begging his beloved son to listen and take interest in the things he did, before he eventually gave up. Katsuki didn’t even notice when exactly his father stopped asking him, wishing now more than ever he had listened. He wanted that outlet. He wanted to be able to find joy in tranquil activities. You made him want that.”

notes: i luv him so much i wanna die. i'm in the works for a spooky little AU for him as well as one for tomura so stay tuned for those im vv excited hehe

Growing up Katsuki's parents wanted him to be the best. To do everything. His mother wanted him to find art in more aggressive sports and hobbies. His father however, pushed for actual art. Masaru had a genuine joy for the peaceful and quiet, something of which he couldn’t enjoy as much as he’d wished for with the home he lived in. Nevertheless, in the seldom moments he had of quiet, he danced, and painted, and sat in the garden of their home, enjoying the moments he had to himself and his thoughts.  

As a kid, Katsuki hated how his father would get in specific “moods” where he just wanted to be to himself and his thoughts. He never truly understood it growing up, until he met you. You were so alike to his father; wanting to sit and enjoy the peace you had in random little moments and increments. It was such a foreign concept to Katsuki.  

He looked at you as if you were an anomaly. When the two of you had first begun dating, he just didn’t get it, who would want to be in areas of time where no one could sit and appreciate what you do. At least with volleyball, and boxing, and debate classes you earn respect for doing it and winning.  

He would sit and watch you in seemingly your own world, planting flowers, or annotating classic literature and be brought back in time to when he was 12 years old seeing his dad sit in the garden reading the same exact book with a pencil in hand. Certain foods you would make, and specific songs you would play would remind him of his father and how much Katsuki truly missed him. 

It was raining out the day he saw you swinging on the porch with a cup of tea and a book in hand, when he had called his dad. He wanted to understand it; he wanted that same peace the two of you seemed to hold so dearly. He wanted to bond over it.  

As a kid his father wanted him to take ballroom dance classes, was adamant it would be a healthy outlet to learn to express himself and to get lost in. Mitsuki and Katsuki were not big on the idea though, brushing it off and pursing their interests that more often than not landed them or others in hospital beds.  

Years and years of Masaru begging his beloved son to listen and take interest in the things he did, before he eventually gave up. Katsuki didn’t even notice when exactly his father stopped asking him, wishing now more than ever he had listened. He wanted that outlet. He wanted to be able to find joy in tranquil activities. You made him want that. 

“I'm going to my parents for a bit, want me to grab anything on the way home?” Katsuki stood by the door of the backyard, looking out at the back of your head, you sitting silently in a chair, rocking back and forth. “No, I'm okay baby. Thank you.” quietly muttered as if it were a secret, you don’t turn around. He doesn't want you to. He just stands for a moment more before muttering a quick goodbye and closing the door.  

The drive itself is weird. He doesn’t know if it’s age or if he was having an odd midlife crisis, but he doesn’t speak a word the entire drive, just quietly excelling forward.  

When he arrives at the house he had grown up in, spent every memory of birthdays and holidays, where he learned to ride a bike, where he had his first tooth fall out, every memory lingering in the air around the house, he just stands at the door for a moment.  

He doesn’t know what was different this time, but something was. Maybe himself. Maybe he had finally grown up. He was changed, and content with it.  

His attention is only brought back to the present tense when the door opens, and he sees his father's brown eyes staring back at him. Katsuki doesn’t know what comes over him, but without saying a single word, he gently pushes his way into the house and grabs ahold of his father. He felt like a little kid all over again. He just wanted to hug and talk to his dad. He wanted to take those ballroom dance classes. He wanted to bond with him. 

So that's what they did. Masaru was a man of few words most his life, keeping relatively quiet and to himself, but coming completely out of his shell with his son now. He had taught Katsuki everything he wanted to learn with a small smile and a joy Katsuki had never seen in his father.  

By the end of the night Masaru had grabbed an old record and put it on the player, having classical music whirl throughout the house, before turning to Katsuki and teaching him how to dance. Mitsuki watched quietly, quieter than Katsuki had ever seen her, with a smile and tears gleaming her eyes, happy she could see her two favorite people bonding in ways she knew her husband had always wanted to with him. 

Katsuki felt closer to them, he felt as though he had truly understood family finally. He drove home with a smile, a calm, content smile that had rarely graced his handsome face, cheerful all the way up the steps to the home he shared with you.  

Opening the door, he knew his perspective had changed, knew that life was different, a good different, and that he was fortunate enough to share it with you. You had this lopsided smile on your face when you had seen him walk through the door, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him, covered in little raindrops.  

“I assume you had a good night at your parents’ place?” Helping him out of his jacket, you move to hang it on the rack before he stops you and interlaces his fingers with yours. “Let's dance.” he says simply, looking down at you with a look in his beautifully light eyes that gleamed and shone in enamor and affection.  

“What?” you laughed, taken aback and smiling even bigger, “Yeah, I wanna dance with you.” Tossing his phone onto the counter, the same song his father played for him started to drift throughout his new home, the home he shared with you, the home in which he held dearest of all, simply because you existed in it. you were his home.  

Grabbing ahold of you like his dad had shown him how to, he started to sway slowly, leaning his head against yours, and tightening his grip on your hips ever so lightly. He looked so odd, there was no anger, no irritation, no malice in his features whatsoever, just pure contentment. You wanted to live in this moment for the rest of the days you two had together, falling in love with him all over again.  

Katsuki Bakugou was great at many things, but as he grew and matured, he became great at understanding life, and how much peace was truly worth, especially if it meant this is how he could spend the rest of his life with you.  

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Sorry for the poor quality 🥺

Teacher!izuku coming home from work upset

You were sitting at the table working on your laptop and totally not playing games. You hear shuffling and a loud sigh as soon as your front door swings open along with the rustling sound of shoes and clothes being shed.

You turn to see your husband. His coily green hair tied back apart from the few strands that fall gracefully on the sides of his head.

“ rough day?”

You hum to your partner standing and meeting him before he makes it fully through the hallway. You kiss his cheeks softly, peppering many kisses along his freckled face. He groans slightly in your hands his face scrunching as you kiss him.

He looks down at you with his brows furrowed and a small pout on his face. He was still adorable even as he ages. He huffs out before he finally finds his words.

“ it's just...the kids were only out of school for a month- a month! and it already seems like everything they've learned has slipped their minds!”

You hum and hold his shoulders tilting your head to the couch. He understands exactly what you're talking about and quickly shuffles towards your sofa. He plops down still upset and still rambling on about his day and the kids.

He shuts his eyes yammering on and on, he doesn't even see you slowly get onto your knees. You reach your hands up onto his thigh rubbing it softly as you hum along to his words letting him know you're listening. Your hands trail up to his visible tint and gently touches it. You can feel the thick meat twitch at your subtle touches.

You're unbuckling his belt as he switched the topic to how people seem to not respect him anymore. It honestly saddens you, but you won't let him tread light onto sad topics for long; unbuckling his belt while pulling his cock out of his boxers and allowing it to spring free.

He winces at the feeling of the cold air brushing against the top of his cock. It jolts and begs you to be warmed in your mouth. You place small kisses to his cock and he hums deeply. He inhales keeping himself level minded as he continues to rant.

“ and, like I was saying; it seems like they don't respect me anymore. like no one does, ’ts not fair. I used to be a great hero and I get treated like trash.”

You sink the tip of his cock into your mouth humming around it and nodding as well, its more of a bobbing motion as you glide your mouth up and down on his cock. The vibrations making him groan loudly and place his hand on top of your head. His heavy palm not applying much of any pressure; just lying there.

“ don't deserve that, zu.”

You speak momentarily before slurping his cock right back onto your mouth. You hollow your cheeks to help him feel almost a resemblance of your walls tightening around him. The feeling of velvet pillow like walls snuggling his cock I'm between.

His breaths are changing as his brows knit together and his hips buck into your mouth. You relax the back of your throat to the best of your advantage for every time he thrusts up into your mouth. You didn't want to ruin this moment for him so you did your best not to gag.

“ you... you get it honey, ngh. fuck..”

He lets his head roll back against the couch as you use your hands to stroke the base of his cock that you couldn't fit all the way in your mouth. His thick cock littered with a vein on the side, you let your tongue rub underneath his cock and swirl around the tip of his head licking the slit and sucking harshly around it.

His eyes are fluttering to the back of his head as he tries his damndest to remember whatever it was that he was talking about. Mumbling and struggling to find his words.

“ fuck... I uh.. like I was saying, shit— what...what was I saying..?”

You smile to yourself knowing he's forgotten about what's troubling him. You use your other hand to run his thighs, flexing and tensing underneath your touch and mind numbing head.

He thrusts his hips up a couple of times before a shaky groan leaves him his eyes squeezing shut as he cums down your throat. You cough around his cock trying not to gag at how thick his cum is, the spurts hitting the back of your throat all too quickly.

You finally lift off of him and swallow as much of his cum as you could before being sprayed in the face with more. These were the consequences of not giving him head and failing to swallow it all. You continue to stroke all of his cum out of his cock, milking it all out of him.

His breaths were shaky and he was trying not to whine from the overstimulation, but he didn't dare stop you. You brought a couple of kisses to his cock before letting it lie against his thigh, almost looking like a third leg with the length and intense girth of it.

His eyes were shut and his breaths were heavy, you use this time to quickly grab a towel to wipe your face and his thighs. Izuku needed this moment to relax and catch his breath. You decide to make him a snack before heading to bed, maybe he'd need more from you once he'd gained more of his strength and composure.

WHEN YIU ,, WHEN ,, WHEN YOU ,, YOU ,, YOU ,, WHEN YOU ,, WHEN—

Nice receive!!

Feasting on your Midoriya SMAU for breakfast, lunch, & dinner. 🗣️

Could we get a coworkers!AU? Preferably where he wants nothing to do with us LMAO

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i.midoriya smau

a/n: anon i love your brain, you get me (may be a lil ooc but I DONT CAREEEE BC I LOVEEEEEE DISMISSIVE IZUKUU)

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