A Spectator

accidentally confessing to them ✧.*

characters. katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, & shoto todoroki

content warnings. gender neutral reader, swearing, fluff

author notes. this is just part one!

silly shigaraki or dabi texts?

not all necessarily silly but I decided to do both and made it poly teehee

(the lockscreen used to be mine that my bf made 🥺)

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 5

TW: so much angst it’ll prolly hurt

You found it impossible to catch your breath as the night dragged on Katsuki only lingered closer and closer. If you went to the bar, he did too. When Mina pulled you on to the dance floor, he stood at its edge talking to a pretty Blonde- his eyes still on you as her hand playfully nudged his shoulder. It was suffocating, but intoxicating all the same.

Knowing his eyes were set on you and not the drop dead gorgeous woman begging for his attention made you feel alive. It was weird to suddenly want him to see you in a crowd of strangers, but it was also fun for you to purposely slip through the crowd and watch him impatiently look for you. Every time he’d find you again, his jaw would tighten and your grin would grow wider. This was fun.

“Hey! We’re probably heading out!” Mina calls, leaning closer to your bouncing frame so you could hear her over the chaos. “You staying again or you good to drive yourself home!?”

“I haven’t had anything to drink in a while, I can drive!” You had driven separately and had planned to drive yourself home anyway. Plus with Katsukis burning gaze, you figured even if you planned to leave with Mina he’d find a way to stop you. “This was so fun! We should go out again soon!”

The two of you part ways after you’ve left the dance floor, her boyfriend offering you a wave as they head toward the exit. Seeing the way his eyes soften and his smile beams down at her makes you wither in jealously. You hadn’t exactly been trying to fall in love, but the idea of it was still nice and you wished you had found it.

The city was buzzing as you entered the sidewalk, laughing friends and honking cars filling your ears as you make the short walk to the parking lot where you’d parked. Luckily Kirishima knew someone who’d saved you close parking spots so you didn’t have to walk the usual blocks to leave, something your aching feet were thankful for. Wearing heels wasn’t ever a smart option, it was just always the cutest.

“You better slow down before you trip!” The sound of Katsukis mocking comes from behind you, causing you to turn your head just as you reached for your door handle. He looked irritated, annoyed and godly approaching you in short, determined strides. “You had your fun, now let’s talk.”

His body settles in front of you, between your car and his you hadn’t noticed had been right beside yours. He must’ve done it on purpose, he’d been persistently trying to talk to you even before he showed up. It was probably his plan to trap you like this, seeing as a cocky smirk now played at his lips.

“No thanks.” The confidence you’d felt teasing him earlier vanishes, his closeness alone causing turmoil in your chest. “Have a nice night.”

“Can’t leave without your keys.” He laughs, holding his hand up to dangle the keys you now knew he’d taken from your purse at some point to ensure his plan would go according. “No keys if you don’t tell me what this issue is.”

“There is no issue.” You lie, hugging yourself to attempt to shield the exposed skin from the biting night air. “I’m gonna freeze, can you not do this?”

“Take my jacket and answer me.” Of course he’d thought out a solution to the only logical escape you could think of. He’s removing and offering you his zip up before you can even protest. “This cat and mouse shit you’ve been playing at all night isn’t as fun for me as it was for you.”

“No clue what you mean.” You shrug into the jacket, immediately letting his familiar scent calm your anxious thoughts. “I was dancing with my friend, you were staring at me like a creep.”

“Like I couldn’t tell you were doing it on purpose, I’ve know you for years. I’ve learned your tendencies fairly well- you were doing it to fuck with me.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you’d never admit he was right. It’s embarrassing how entertaining you found his constant watching and the growing irritation he didn’t even try to hide. Your dancing alone was enough to make any man stare, but the playful gleam in your eyes nearly brought Katsuki to his knees. Painfully.

“Whatever Kats, I need to get home.” More like wanted to desperately. His eyes stare into yours, his head tilting challengingly as you reach for your keys. His hand pulls back just as your fingertips brush the metal, earning a groan as you pull back. “Give me my damn keys!”

“Make me.”

It was a challenge, his eyes hardening as you reach again, stepping closer to try to get any sort of advantage. After a few missed swipes, your chests brush and he falters for a single second, his chest heaving as you finally snatch the keys. The moment the keys are in your hands, his hands find your back and pull you flush against him. Holding you in place to prevent you from running from the conversation like you had been all week.

“Tell me what I did so I can fix it.” The warmth from his palms has started an uprising in your stomach. Every butterfly known to man rejoicing eagerly. “The class? Those girls in your seat? Tell me, because I’m sick of the distant look in your eyes.”

“Kats-.” Your palms flatten against his chest for merely a second before the concrete below you rumbles softly. An earth quake? Shaking your head, you inhale deeply to finally come clean and hopefully settle the tension building between you. “When I stayed up that night I stayed at your place, I was planning on telling you I-.”

His grip tightens, your words cutting short as another soft ripple of vibration rattles below. Now!? Really!?

“Ignore it.” His brows were pulled together, his eyes locking with yours as your hand grips the fabric of his shirt to steady yourself from yet another rumble. “Continue, this conversation will be had before I handle what ever that is.”

“No, you should really go.” Especially considering the shaking ground below you was getting increasingly more unstable with every second that passed. “We can talk tomorrow, after you save the city.”

The echos of faint screams come from the distance, creating an eerie feeling that settles goosebumps across your skin. Still, his grip remained tight and his body made no effort to remove itself from yours. Could he really ignore whatever was happing simply because you’d wanted to speak to him days ago?

“You enjoyed it. Didn’t you? Getting all my attention and knowing your little game had been playing with my head.” One of his arm falls to place firmly against the hood of his car as you sway once again. The movement pulled you with it, your feet falling between his and giving him the perfect position to dip his head just enough to send shivers down your spine. “You loved being the center of my entire world in there. Knowing that I was ignoring that girl so I could keep my eyes on you and you alone. Please, tell me I’m wrong?”

“I-I don’t know, maybe.” You shove at his chest, hearing him vocalize exactly how you’d felt was embarrassing even though it had been obvious. With a foot of distance between you, you look in the direction the screams continue to flow from. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’ll have someone to keep you busy by tomorrow, will you not?”

He’d had an influx in dates recently, and now that you had come to terms with the way you felt it made you sick every time you thought about it. Not once but twice now had he not come home while you were at his place because of these random dates. You hated it, and with your spiteful accusation in the air you didn’t dare look in his direction.

“So, what? You expect me to stop seeing people because you’re finally available?” Now he was spitting spiteful words at you, returning the jealousy laced tone you’d just given him. “I’ve been waiting, you only seem to be single long enough for me to get my damn hopes up.”

What was he talking about? Had he felt like this longer than you had? You’d only just begun to realize your feelings, but his retort seemed to lift more ease off his shoulders like it’d been weighing him down far longer than you could’ve ever thought.

“Dynamite!” The unfamiliar voice calling his hero name seemed to snap him back to reality, his eyes widening as your body struggles to move away- give him space to deal with the man still calling for him from the other side of the parking lot. “Could use some extra hands!”

“I’ve got to go.” He clears his voice, refusing to look in your direction. “Get home safe, and forget what I said.”

“No, wait I-.” He ignores your pleasing, blasting off a few feet away and leaving your conversation half had. “Fuck.”

-

That night you sat in bed watching the news coverage of the fight he’d accidentally been called to. You could see he was moving slower, not able to put as much power into his blasts. You could decide if it was because he’d lent you his jacket, that you hugged tightly around yourself- or if he’d been so upset with your conversation he couldn’t concentrate.

Either way, you knew you were to blame and sent him a quick ‘I’m sorry’ that made your heart sink and tears fall. He’d blocked your number.

———

Happy Christmas Eve Eve!!

-Parchy 💖

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.Sending nudes to MHA boys.

MHA boys x fem!reader

Including: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: suggestive, slight NWSF in Izuku's part, submissive!Denji, Katsuki is a little mean, praising in Sero's part.

!! pre-relationship, aged-up characters !!

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

even if he won't say it, touya really is a big softie for you.

you know it when you see the look on the league's faces when he lets you get close enough to touch—it's a "what the fuck is wrong with dabi?" look. you can see the confusion and near repulsion amplify tenfold when not only does he allow you to grasp his hand, he holds yours back. everyone in the LOV knows dabi would rather die than have anyone's hands near his scarred skin.

you know it when, on non-busy days, he follows you with a fake reluctance to the so-called "hangout spot" of the league's hideout. at this point, spinner is always asking you to "get dabi" because everyone knows he won't let anyone else drag him out. but when your big eyes plead with him to spend some quality time with the LOV, he just can't say no.

you know it when he hisses a sharp "no, get your own," when a soul dares to ask for a bite of his food (even if he's complaining about it being bad three seconds later), but will hand-feed you a big bite of your own. sometimes, he'll even offer you the rest if you really seem to like it.

you know it when he hides his face in a pillow as you diligently change the staples on his back. he knows he can do it himself—you know he can too, considering he was stapled up years before you met him—but he knows you'll do it better. you make sure his skin is aligned perfectly, each silver sliver placed evenly apart. you make him look like a work of art. it doesn't hurt like it used to, is what he always says, but he's still biting down on that pillow like he'll die otherwise.

you know it when your hand is wrapped around his cock under the covers while you two lie face-to-face. his hands are in your hair or on your waist as he bucks into your fist. white lashes are against cheeks, sheilding those teary turquoise eyes from you. even if the dim light, almost all of his pale flesh is dusted pink. when he's close, he'll pull you flush against him and duck his face into the crook of your neck. he keeps humping your hand, tip now rubbing and spreading a mess of pre against your soft stomach. he's whining, and he's greedy for you, and his whole body feels like it's on fire in a good way for once, and his brain is a mess except for one, consistent thought—you. "thank you," he rushes out of his lips between moans as he spurts cum on your tummy, "'love you."

you know it.

Bakugou, whose stamina is unbeatable. Who has just finished fucking you in any place necessary of the bedroom—the bed, the mini-couch, the floor—and still can’t keep his hands off you.

After laying on the bed for rejuvenating moments (at least for him), his large hand slides up your shoulder with a few coaxing kisses.

“Shower,” is all he says, his gruff voice strained and warm breath perceptible against your neck. You just nod weakly and attempt to ignore the mess between your legs.

In fact, he has to carry you to the bathroom. When you’re both in the shower, he still acts as support: your back is to his chest so he bears most of your weight, and his fingers span your lower stomach while you attempt to wash yourself.

You can barely keep your eyes open, so relaxed by the water, but he can see all of you just by where his chin rests on your shoulder. The water and soap sliding past the peaks of your breasts, the souvenirs that you not-so-sternly asked him not to leave on your skin.

Where you rest in front of him, he can’t help but feel aroused all over again, especially rubbing his hands over your supple skin that he couldn’t appreciate the first few rounds, clouded by the roughness you love.

Unable to just watch, he gently spins you around. Your eyes are half-closed, so you pay it no mind. You just continue your slow, leisure washing, completely unaware of the fact that he’s completely hard again, even if you wouldn’t be surprised.

Your eyes open back to reality when he gently takes the loofah from you and hangs it up on the little hook. His muscles casually ripple when he does literally anything, and if you weren’t so attracted to it, you’d be jealous.

“C’mere,” he orders, his voice in that soft tone reserved for you. His hands follow, crossing at your lower back and pulling you toward him even more. The atmosphere is hot and slow with the exhaustion settled into both of you.

You do something of a hum in question, but don’t resist when he leans down and slowly captures your lips in his. Your longing for each other is evident simply in the sigh that follows when you connect.

There’s water dripping everywhere, mostly on you, but the kiss is everything Bakugou usually isn’t: patient, slow, and needy. Actually, no. He was always pretty needy.

“Kat,” you whisper, and he groans in response, stretching his hands up your wet skin until he crosses your ribs, his thumbs move past the side of your breasts, and your arms are naturally guided to his neck.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were asking, to be honest, but you didn’t care. Not when you could feel the length of him pressed against your stomach.

Bakugou moves a few strands of drenched hair back behind your ear, and then strokes the rest at your nape to keep your head up to him. It was admirable, really, how he could be literally twitching in arousal, and still move like it doesn’t bother him at all.

Although, he is getting closer at hinting to it, because somewhere in the heat, your right leg is being lifted to his hip. When you find an escape from his kiss (he doesn’t allow you many), you glance down to what he’s doing.

He interprets your brows slightly furrowing and the low, tired droop of your eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say.

Voice still soft and practically gone even in distress, you begin, “I can’t go another round. There’s no way I’ll—”

“Shh,” he places a kiss on your forehead, then another at your temple. His head dips to lick and kiss in the crook of your neck, and your fingers either run through his wet, blonde hair or span the muscles of his back. He’s completely gone.

The left hand that upholds your leg starts to massage your thigh and inch up to your ass. “I talk to this pretty pussy almost every night, and you don’t think I know what you can handle?”

A whimper leaves your mouth and your hold tightens around him. Despite your lower body being completely stretched and at ease, he can still feel the tension elsewhere.

He continues, his voice dripping with reassurance, “Slide it in yourself. Then you tell me how it feels.”

And after a few moments and a sigh, you carefully reach down and wrap your fingers around him the best you can. You can feel him react to the movement alone, and with a prayer, you guide his head right to your entrance so you can sink when you’re ready.

When you descend, an immediate whine feels the air. He still fit perfectly from earlier and the sensitivity had tripled.

“Fuck,” you curse, wrapping yourself around him again. He holds you close.

“Feel good?”

You nod, and he throbs inside at the same time. He kisses you again, making sure to uphold you through your fatigue. Helping those in need was his job after all.

His right hand that covers your lower back loosens so that your weight inches backwards, then it pulls you right back in until you’re pressed against each other.

He groans with pleasure. The vibrations move to your lips that kiss him like he’s the last man on Earth.

And then he does it again, and again, until your head is simply resting on your own shoulder with your arms encircling his neck, water rushing down your hair and back. Your eyes are completely closed as he cradles you, erotic whines, whimpers, and moans falling from your lips into his ear.

Your slick walls drag up and down his skin. He moves so easily in and out that he can feel the outline of where his head usually reaches—the little space left. He was nowhere near as deep right now, but he is sure with the slight bend of his knees, he could have you screaming how you were for the hours before this.

And funnily enough, he doesn’t want you screaming at the moment. It’s something previous Bakugou would never say; not rock hard and needing to be balls deep in you quick Bakugou, at least.

You were worn out and tired, your body unable to take his usual pace. He’s almost 90% sure if he lifted you off the ground, you’d comply and hold on tighter, but he’s not going to push you that far. Not when he’s content like this, caressing your beautiful, dripping figure as you cry his name.

“Mmghn, that feels s-so good.” You speak, just above a whisper. And somehow, he can still hear you over the water and small splash of you both meeting in the middle. It’s like his brain is wired. No matter what, he’ll always be able to hear you.

He nods and kisses the side of your head again, keeping stable and consistently moving with minimal effort. The underside of your right knee is now resting in his elbow, so his hand can hold your waist and pull most of your weight that way instead of trying to push your whole body with just your thigh. At some point, you began helping him out.

“Keep moving your hips just like that, I got you.”

You groan at the instruction, and he chuckles heartily. Love poured from him and into you, making you feel more safe and secure than ever.

It didn’t take long until warmth gathered in your core with your clit dragging back and forth along his cock. He occasionally grunts and has to fix position to keep himself from spilling inside, not before you do first.

He can’t explain the relief he has when you insist that you’re gonna come soon in the form of a warning. It builds with each “thrust” and being so close to him as he carries you to climax.

“I’mna come,” you say again, more rushed this time, but muffled by his shoulder.

“I can feel it.” He responds, keeping pace. “Do you know what it feels like having you pulsing around me? Knowing you’re going straight into your sleep after?”

You shake your head.

“Hell, baby. Hell.”

And he wouldn’t have it any other way: the only option you have on sleepless nights being him. When you tap his shoulder or rub yourself against him, knowing he’ll never say no. Hope could he? He takes great pride in being your melatonin.

And, without fail, you fall into a perfect deep sleep, his cum still dripping into or out of you. It’s never there in the morning, and he loves that the only way it will happen is if he wears you out.

“Kattt…” You toss your head back, a low rumble in your throat that you only make when you’re on the verge of completely losing it. He attacks your neck again, letting your body naturally bounce off him and come back.

“Let yourself feel it. Let me take you there,” he encourages gruffly, nipping at your ear.

“Agh, fuck,” you nearly sob, digging yourself further into him somehow.

His eyes shut, a wave of clarity rushing over him. It’s you, his woman, his everything, needing him. He thought he knew what he wanted early in life. He knew he wanted to be desired by others in multiple ways, the best at everything. God, how wrong he was.

Now he wants to be the best at everything for you. Because you deserve nothing less. He doesn’t want to be desired by anyone else but you, because you carry all the validation he could possibly gain dopamine from. Nothing compares to you being completely and utterly dependent on him, clinging to him for dear life.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he spouts, not bothering to stop or care about being sappy. He loves to hear you whine in response, only to finally come up with a few words. Clearly you got the cheesy feeling too.

“L-Love you, Kats.”

He bushels the hair at the bottom of your head with a grunt, tilting your nose up to him. He lets his lips kiss you passionately first, then he pulls away, but obviously not too far since you’re still nose to nose. Your eyebrows are upturned in that sensual expression he loves.

His deep, crimson eyes flicker to your puffy lips, a sign of the night, and land on your pretty damp eyelashes. He was breathless and stern.

“Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

You blink, registering his words with the shake of your head. “Don’t stop,” you plead.

He calls your name, and it’s enough to know he’s being dead serious. Both his grips tighten, mainly the one in your hair, and you don’t know if it’s water dripping down your cheeks or a tear or two.

You can feel your bottom leg beginning to shake, and the heat get to your head.

You shut your eyes instinctively, “K—”

“I’ve got you, don’t even think about it. Look at me.”

Your eyes shoot open in remembrance of his words as he leaves and reenters you again with increased speed, the sound when you slap together even louder. He holds your head in place. “I love you more, baby. More than you can ever dream.”

You watch his eyes and they say everything you can’t, everything he can’t, and that alone is enough to send you over the edge.

Your jaw drops and you literally begin shaking, not caring that all the strength you had left went into your orgasm. Your head pounds with the stream of the shower and fatigue, and your hands begin to slip at his neck, but you don’t even care. You know he’s got you. He said it himself.

“Shit,” he hisses, your orgasm expected, but the power of it not. He almost missed the fact that you were gushing around him by mistaking it as the water, the countless times you’d done this before catching up to you. He keeps thrusting his hips forward and whispering you praises. “Atta fuckin’ girl.”

You are sobbing now, real tears as he stills and twitches inside. He holds the promise he made to you since you did the same. He keeps his eyes focused on you, even as white spurts paint your insides, and puts his swollen lips on yours. Through your gasps, you couldn’t kiss him back, so he bites your bottom one instead.

It isn’t until you lose your footing and go limp against him that he bends to pick you up and lower your leg gently. You’re still jerking slightly, your muscles overworked, and the last of his release lands somewhere on your thighs as your back is arched against him.

Before you can say anything or even think about it, he holds you upright and bends down to kiss you with all he has left, now that you’re somewhat here. When it’s over, you fall against him completely.

The rest is a blur, and the next time you know what’s happening, you’re tangled together in the unused guest bedroom.

©️ hxltic

✦ ；SICK MISUNDERSTANDING

todoroki x reader, bakugo x reader, fluff Summary: you started feeling sick and you accidentally ignored him, making him think that you're mad. pt.1, pt.2

💙﹕ TODOROKI SHOTO ୨୧

💣﹕ BAKUGO KATSUKI ୨୧

˗ˏˋ A/N: I said this would be out soon but ended up posting it the next year😓

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