umm.. that's oomf..
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.
ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)
Part 3
Tw: Suggestive langue (some one asked me to tw insinuated texts but idk how to label it 😅), drunk Kats
Did someone say LONG BLURB!?
Everyone knew Friday nights were the nights Katsuki stayed over and the two of you watched terrible movies while yapping about anything and everything under the sun. It had been that way since you were in school, sneaking in and out of each others dorms to enjoy whatever new movie your classmates had been raving about that week. So spending last Friday alone without good reason (like when he’d been out of town for work) you felt a sense of emptiness.
That feeling was the reason you’d invited Mina over, bribing her with sweets and the newest chick flick. She was worried when you asked, knowing you had always watched movies with your mutual friend- but she’d also heard that the two of you still hadn’t talked and she didn’t want you to be alone if you wanted company.
“I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness yet.” Mina giggles, tossing a chocolate into her mouth as you both ignore the movie playing. It was a movie you and Katsuki had made fun of when you’d seen the preview just weeks ago, so you weren’t too interested in it to begin with. “He’s been acting like a wounded puppy all week, dragging his feet with his shoulders all slumpy.”
“He’s probably busy.” A scoff echos around the two of you as you repeat the first message from who ever had his phone the night before he ditched you. She was likely the reason he ‘forgot’ and you hated that you were upset with the stranger for being his distraction. “He’s never ditched me, especially not when it came to helping my students so it stings a bit more than it probably should.”
“The two of you hardly fight, Kirishima and I had a running bet that you guys were secretly married.” Adjusting your blanket that laid across your lap, you roll your eyes. It’s not the first time someone’s joked they thought you and your bestfriend were together, but it was annoying all the same. “What!? He looks at you like you’re a gift from the gods, forgive me for thinking he’s in love with you.”
“Mina- I’ve literally told you your presence could solve world hunger. Friends are supposed to love each other, especially ones who’ve been through the things we have.” The things you’d been through with Katsuki were contributing factors to the anger you held, he promised to never break a promise and here he was doing it. “Plus, he’s not trying to be tied down anyway.”
“So you’ve thought about it?” Mina squeals, reaching over to excitedly tap your shoulder. “Oh my gosh! Tell me your thought process.”
Of course in the years you’d known him you’d let your mind wonder to places far last the line of friendship. You’d been his plus one to many hero events, so you knew how it felt to hold onto him and be escorted around. You’d laid in his lap every Friday night while his fingers massaged your scalp gently, which made you know he was a lot softer than everyone perceived him.
And- Obviously you’d caught yourself staring at the way his arms flexed when he lifted your furniture every few months when you wanted to switch things up. You’d blushed more times than you could remember when he’d change out of his hero suit in front of you, leaving him in just his boxers as he complained about work and you all but drooled at the site of his toned body and achingly attractiveness.
“I haven’t, not really.” She knew you were lying. Hell, you knew you were lying too. But being more than friends meant jeopardizing the friendship you fought so hard to have. “He’s really sweet, and attractive obviously- but it wouldn’t work. He’s angry, and clearly doesn’t prioritize keeping his word, not to mention he has literally told me he didn’t plan on settling down with anyone.”
“Maybe he said that because none of those girls have been you.”
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The night ended shortly after Mina filled your mind with more questions than you could even rationalize finding answers for. If Katauki had ever felt anything for you, he’d of said something. He was the most upfront and honest person you’d ever met and never left things unsaid.
But that didn’t stop the way your heart raced when you saw yet another phone call coming in, the caller ID displaying his name brightly in the dim light of your bedroom. He was calling you and nearly midnight, when he usually went to bed by 10pm most nights, the rare exception being the very few times you talked him into going out.
“Hello?” Your throat burns dryly as you give in and answer after the first few rings. “Are you alright?”
“No. You’re being a brat.” He had an uneven sway to his voice you instantly recognized as intoxication. Which wasn’t something he usually partook in, he usually was the very grumpy DD anytime he’d gone out. “I’m out side your door, let me in so I can sleep.”
“Katsuki, go home.” You sigh, throwing your legs over the side of your bed to walk to the door. You knew he wasn’t going home, no use in wasting time. “Who did you go out with?”
“The door. Open.” You hear a faint thump as you make your way through the hall, flipping on the light switch. You could already imagine his head pressed against the other side of the door, his arm held above his head upright. “Cmon kid, I’m tired.”
“Oh, shush.” Your fingers switch the lock, his hand fumbling in the other side with the door handle. “It’s unlocked, you know where the blankets are.”
Hed just finally made it inside when you turned back down the hallway and made your way to your bedroom. He was drunk, so you would never turn him away- but you were still mad at him and didn’t plan on talking to him tonight.
“Ah, hey!” Your ears perk, hearing the sounds of his heavier than usual footsteps stampeding closer until he’s stood in your doorway with a breath taking blush across his pale cheeks. “I’m sorry, alright? Sorry. Ya hear me, I’m apologizing.”
“Drink some water and go to sleep, I expect you to be gone when I wake up.” Although, you didn’t. He’d probably wake you up with breakfast made and coffee brewing on the counter. When he doesn’t move to leave you groan, throwing your head back as you sit on your bed. “You hurt my feelings, pushed my teaching back nearly an entire day because I wanted for you- then you show up drunk!? Go to sleep Katsuki.”
You watch as his eyes blink rapidly and he shakes his head, likely trying to shake the liquor from his system so he can see clearly. It’s not until his hands reach down to pull at the hem of his black t shirt that you’re able to look away, even after you’ve heard the fabric hit the floor you can’t tear your eyes from your lap where they’ve landed.
“Scoot.” His hand lands on your knee, causing you to jump. You hadn’t even heard him move from the door way, but lifting your head you nearly bump noses from his proximity. “I’m tired, your couch is empty. So scoot.”
With his hand gently pushing against you, you slide yourself over and allow him to climb in beside you. Something about the quiet, gently tone of his voice made you give in and not question why he’d suddenly disliked sleeping in your living room. He sounded defeated, exhausted and entirely unaware of the situation, you could forgive him long enough for him to sleep the weight of his worry away.
“You’re still a brat.” He yawns, the whisky stained heat of his breath fanning over the back of your neck as you feel him pulling himself closer. “I’ll come talk to those brats you teach next time.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You sigh, tensing as his heavy arm drops over the dip of your waist. What was happening? Was he returning the drunk cuddle you’d given him weeks ago? Why were your palms sweating? “Kats, you’re drunk.”
“Mhm, and you’re finally done giving me the silent treatment.” His arm snakes around you tighter, your stomach twisting nervously as his head presses against the back of your shoulder. “You smell like you.”
“Thank you?” You can’t help but chuckle at him. “Get some sleep, Kats.”
“I can’t sleep if you’re still mad at me. I-It’s driving me insane to not talk to you.” You could tell, he’d called you multiple times since you’d been giving him the silent treatment. “I can’t lose you again, I’m sorry. I won’t get caught up in my feelings again- just let me make it up to you.”
“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” He nods against your shoulder, his chest meeting your back as you snuggle into your pillow and try to deny how nice it felt to be held by your best friend. “Goodnight.”
“Night baby.”
He was more than drunk, he was wasted.
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will it be ok if i request wrong number w touya… insert rachel berry pleek gif
t.todoroki smau
a/n: this is so heavily inspired by my moots waowwww (haiiii satty baby ilyyyyy can you tell this is based on you <33)
m.list
as the wind blows
OKAY ELS <3 i waited until the last day for this and ik i was gonna submit izuku but ............... can i have graveyard shift coworker shigs who youre not entirely too fond of but he likes bothering you bc it gets rlly boring and quiet at nights !! smau or written whichever ya like is fineee THANK YOU
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s.tomura
-the graveyard gets quiet and lonely at night- your there to keep him company.
dating shouto is a hassle for a girl who doesn’t much like kids.
out in public, he attracts children like a magnet–everything from toddlers to preteens, obsessed with the action hero they see on TV, always wanting him to freeze something or set something on fire, which he does so patiently, every time. he talks to them seriously in his low tone, answering the most insane questions–“have you ever hit the sun with your ice wall?”–as though they were perfectly reasonable inquiries.
worse, he seems to attract babies, everyone from izuku & ochako to momo & jirou always fobbing their babies off on him at get togethers. shouto and the baby always stare solemnly back at one another for minutes at a time, until the baby invariably drops off to sleep. you’ve never seen one cry after it’s been put in his arms, and you always end up having to feed him from your plate while he holds them, sometimes for hours.
he’s good with them, you realize. good with all of them, calm and patient when they yank on the fiery red strands of his hair or drop their drooly binkies onto his nice slacks.
it’s cute, and it reaffirms how very steady and trustworthy your boyfriend is.
you’re still not having any, and you’re not about to take over baby holding duty for him.
but it’s cute, or whatever. a hassle, but cute.
You don't think you've ever seen Bakugou look so scared. He stands in front of you, eyes wide chest heaving because what the fuck did you just say?
And there you are standing with a soft smile and hands gripping his. Acting as if you hadn't just said 'I love you' in the sweetest voice.
"I-"
You laugh at that eyes shooting to the ground before looking back up.
"It's alright Katsuki. I didn't say it for you to say something back."
"Then why the fuck would you say that?"
"Because I wanted you to know?"
His mouth ran dry. He wanted to say it. Why couldn't he say it? What was so scary about three fucking words.
He swallowed harshly, scarred hand gripping the back of your neck to push your foreheads together. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling back and softly kissing the spot between your eyes.
It was silent. Not a word spoken after but you knew exactly what it meant.
'I love you too.'
Day 24093 This is my house. I won’t allow anyone to harm it. There should have been no more intruders after the last one. I do not want these people here. They will leave-
Day 24095 They are siblings. They are loud. Always singing and talking and stomping. As if they must be louder than anything else.
Day 24106 There are bolts on the door now. Bolts and hideous, gaudy new locks. How dare they-
Night 24112 I was going to fill the night with terrors. But he woke up screaming before I began. She came running from the other room. They sleep right across the hall from each other, with the doors on a crack. …they are young, are they not, to be living on their own. Was I ever so young?
Day 24114 She has fixed the squeak in the door at the top of the stairs. It never squeaked when I still lived.
Day 24121 The noise of the doorbell scares them. But they get so many deliveries. It is a good bell. It has worked all these years- I can see one of the men coming now with his packages, trudging up to the door. …perhaps if I knock before he is here, they will come and look before he can sound the bell.
Day 24129 He is planting flowers in boxes on my windowsills. I always wished I could have some flowers.
Night 24137 She is afraid of the dark. I could see it in her eyes when she got out of bed. …I lit the lamps for her.
Day 24142 They have moved the couch to the sun spot a little to the right of the window. That is where I used to have my armchair. It is the only sensible place for it.
Day 24163 Sometimes the noises of the world are suddenly too much for him. He winces and tries not to sway his head. This is my house. …I can keep it calm and quiet for a while.
Day 24178 She just got a phone call and now they are both laughing. Laughter is a good sound, isn’t it. They said this house has been good luck…
Night 24205 They are singing in our kitchen. He found my cookbook in the gap at the back of the kitchen cabinet and now they are trying to cook. They wanted to start with the soufflé. They don’t even know how to make béchamel! I turned the page to the casserole instead.
Day 24236 This is my house. These are my boarders. I won’t allow anyone to harm them.
bsf!shoto doesn't understand when being punctual went out of style.
when you swing open your front door the instant he was about to knock, you startle backward like you'd seen a ghost.
"oh, wow." your eyes are wide open and your mouth gapes before snapping shut. "you're, uh, here very early," you manage to say, turning back inside and kicking the door the rest of the way open with your foot. he follows behind you as you hurry back to your bathroom, your makeup halfway done and seven possible outfits laid on your bed. he follows you through the hallway, stopping only a moment to glance at a baby photo of you on the wall. he'd seen the photos hundreds of times, but he found it amusing that you made the same face of surprise when you were little.
"i am ten minutes before our agreed upon meeting time, is that distressing?"
"not distressing, just surprising. in my experience," you continue while patting glitter on the inside corner of your eyelid, "guys don't usually show up on time for dates."
"well, it's a good thing i'm not other guys, then," he smirks and you roll your eyes with a poorly hidden grin. "i also didn't need to waste time picking you flowers--"
"since most of the stuff makes me sneeze anyway," you finish for him, your cheeks warm under the dusting of powder blush. you had known shoto for nearly three quarters of your life, yet it still caught you off guard every time he said something that told you he'd been paying attention to you. "very thoughtful of you." your eyes meet his in the mirror, flicking to his broad shoulder leaning against the doorframe. "staring is rude."
"then you're a hypocrite," he immediately counters with no change in tone, the only indication of his smugness the slightest narrowing of his eyes. his expression turns thoughtful, fond almost. he smiles softly and the endearment makes your cheeks warm even more. "i like that color. the one on your eyes."
"mmm, i know it's your favorite," you reply coyly. shoto's eyes drag from your face down the rest of your body, something different flickering across his face. "something wrong?"
"no, you just...you look beautiful," he manages to say.
"i'm wearing pajamas and all might socks that have at least three holes. in each sock," you chuckle, turning to him over your shoulder. "i certainly don't feel beautiful."
"i can fix that."
"what?"
"what?" he blinks at you, dumbfounded, and you giggle at his slip-up. "who said that?"
"you're funny, sho." you try to ignore the way his eyes follow every movement of your hands as they swipe color over your lips and make last adjustments to your lashes. when you're done, he steps out of your way so you can take your numerous outfit choices to the bathroom, settling down next to your bed to help you decide like he'd done before. "this is a little different, you know," you say through the crack in bathroom door as you tug on your first arrangement. "before, you were helping me decide what to wear for school award ceremonies and stuff like that."
"i could still do that, if you want," he replies with complete sincerity. "i do still want to do that."
"it's a little weird to be dating your best friend, since i feel like you already know all the things that would make me a terrible person to date," you continue and he falls silent on the other side of the door, prompting you to peek out of the bathroom. "sho? is everything okay?"
"yes, everything is fine." there's the slightest dip in his perfect eyebrows that tell you otherwise.
"the 'no lying' rule carries over from friendship to dating, you know," you remind him casually and step out completely, turning in a circle for the full effect. "what do you think?"
"i think that's a bit...warm," he states bluntly. you blink at him and half expect him to laugh, but he doesn't. he's dead serious about you being too warm.
"i am a little warm, yes," you admit in your thick sweater and fleece stockings. "but, i'd also like to dress warmer than i need to because it's so much easier to cool off than it is to warm up."
"i can do both of those things for you," shoto declares. "why wouldn't i do both of those things for you?"
"i don't want you to hassle and need to use your quirk on date night." your voice trails off but he's having none of it.
"is this what you mean by 'things that make you a terrible person to date?' planning ahead so you're not a burden?" you shift your weight uncomfortably under his gaze and can't muster any other answer but shrugging.
"i just...i don't want you to need to change to accommodate me, now that we're together," you explain quietly. he stands and takes your hands in his, lacing your fingers together without a second thought. "if it's easier for me to be uncomfortable and you to be comfortable--"
"why is both of us being comfortable not a possibility?" he asks, tilting his head forward slightly. "why can you prioritize me but i cannot prioritize you?" you have no further argument but his point is hammered home. "do you love me as you wish to?"
"wholeheartedly."
"then let me love you as i wish to. wholeheartedly."
HER MAJESTY OF SMAUS HAS RETURNED YAY Could I request this SMAU please: you promising to post pictures of them in your IG to solidify publicly that he’s your BF, but you only post cheeky and sneaky pictures like his back, his hand and stuff like that (making it hard to tell who is it) and them getting irritated or amused by it (or they just don’t give a f)
with Kiri, Baku & Shinsou (and maybe Denks if you're generous) THANK YOU
HUZZAAAHHHHHH thank you for this silly req <3 even though its been a minute heh
kirishima, bakugou, shinsou, denki
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